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Seducing Beauty Ch. 01

By: erossmantic



MONDAY MORNING

"Don't waste your time," Steve volunteered as he showed Carl around the office. They both glanced at the statuesque young woman across the room. Her striking beauty captured Carl's attention. "Krasa is a tease," he informed. 

"Her name is Krasa?" Carl asked.

"Yeah, he said. "I think it's Russian. She is the biggest flirt I've ever seen. She makes everyone think they have a chance, but says 'no,' to anyone who dares to ask for a date."

"Sounds like you speak from personal experience."

"Yeah, me and a long line of other guys. She uses the excuse of never dating anyone she works with. Men are like a game to her." 

"She's a sight," Carl said admiringly.

"Like the Mona Lisa in the Louvre," he said. "Those big eyes and that smirk invite people to look at her all day long, but no touching."

"By the end of the week," Carl whispered to himself under his breath. 

"What?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," Carl said, not wanting to come off as arrogant to a new colleague on my first day of work.

"No, what?" he pushed. "What did you just say?"

"I said 'by the end of the week,'" Carl answered honestly.

"What, by the end of the week?" he asked.

"I'll at least have a date with her," Carl answered in a low-key way. 

"Yeah, no," Steve said as he looked at Carl's mild-mannered average appearance. "Good luck with that."

"No worries," Carl said. He was glad to leave the conversation where it was.

"You're serious," he observed. "You really think..."

"Oh, I don't know," Carl said trying to deescalate the conversation. "I haven't even met her yet."

"Less than a week," Steve challenged, "and I'll buy your lunch for a month." He knew it would never happen. At least he knew it had never happened before.

"You're on," Carl answered with a laugh. 

Steve showed Carl around the office and introduced him to those he'd be working closely with in their division. Employees were spread out across the large room in cubicles. Newest employees were in the middle of the room; those with the longest tenure had migrated from the center to prime locations near the windows. Krasa's location had moved toward the windows more quickly than most due to her persuasive influence over those who had the power to make those decisions. The best any of those with power got back were the wet dreams from their own imagination for how she might reciprocate their kindness. 

"Carl, let me introduce you to ..." Steve started politely.

"My name is Krasa," the tall elegant vision interrupted taking control of the conversation. She worked to make her customary first impression. She took a quick look up and down Carl's body to size him up before focusing on his eyes to attempt to interpret his attraction. She could read a man like a comic book. She was used to experiencing them stammer for words when they first met her, mesmerized by her creamy skin, red hair, translucent blue eyes, large bright smile, magnificently displayed round breasts, small ass and long legs. She loved that moment when men became incapacitated by her lustful splendor. She felt beautiful. She felt powerful. She felt in control. She looked for it in Carl. 

"Nice to meet you Chris," Carl answered intentionally as he put his hand out to shake hers. Krasa stood tall, almost six feet. She wore a low cut red silk blouse, black professional pencil skirt that fell almost to her knees and matching red three-inch heels. She was a vision.

"It's Krasa," she answered back disappointedly at his apparent limited attention to get her name right, let alone for her usually irresistible beauty.

"Krasa," he answered back confidently with his eyes glued to hers. She adjusted her stance to intensify the magnetic pull on Carl's eyes toward the curves of her body. He kept his eyes unmoved on hers. "That's an unusual name. It's like crass with an 'a?'" he asked. 

Steve squirmed at the way the conversation was going. "There isn't a chance," he thought to himself as he took in Carl's second offense.

"Krasa," she corrected, attempting to put elegance into her own name by rolling the r slightly and placing an accent in her pronunciation at the end. Steve had never heard her pronounce it that way before. "It means beautiful in Russian."

"Interesting. I've never heard that name before." Carl answered. "Nice to meet you. Shall we keep going Steve?" Carl asked. "Excuse us," he said to her as he let go of her outstretched hand, leaving it in mid-air.

"Ah, sure," Steve said surprised. "Sure, right this way." They both took a few steps toward Carl's new desk. "What was that?" he whispered almost laughing at what just took place. "There's no way you're going to, you know."

"Yeah, probably not," Carl said coyly. His plan was underway.

Krasa stood stunned for a few seconds with her hand still in the air where Carl left it. "He's probably gay," she thought to herself quickly. 

A brunette secretary carrying a heavy armful of files walked toward the two men. "Carl, this is Carrie," Steve introduced. She provides key support for our team."

"It's nice to meet you Carrie," Carl said. "I'd shake your hand, but we'd make a mess of those files."

Carrie laughed. "True. I look forward to working with you Carl. Welcome."

"Thanks and likewise," Carl said politely. She started to walk away. "Excuse me, Carrie."

Carrie stopped. "Yes?"

"I hope you don't take this wrong," Carl started. "And you probably get this all the time, but you are beautiful."

Carrie blushed at the complement. "What's to take wrong, Carl?" She looked up to see Krasa still standing at her desk only a few feet behind the conversation. She knew Krasa could hear every word. Carrie usually felt unnoticed being in the same room as Krasa. Carrie never felt unattractive, but neither had anyone wondered if she should have been a model. She relished the complement, especially in earshot of Krasa.

"Thank you," she said, "and married" trying to retain a hold on the files while showing her ring finger. 

"Happily, I'm sure," Carl answered. "Only making an observation," he reassured.

"Thank you," she said again. "You probably say that to all the girls. Let me know if there is anything I can do to help you get situated," she said as she continued her way toward her desk with the files. 

"Not gay," Krasa thought to herself, more confused. "And he doesn't say that to all the girls. Game on," she thought.

MONDAY AFTERNOON

Four hours passed quickly for Carl in his first day being oriented to clients, company practices and meeting people. The time ticked torturously slow for Krasa. She didn't want to appear overly reactive by approaching Carl too quickly.

She thought he was an enigma. Normally a man's reaction was fast and obvious. She prided herself on her ability to control men from a distance, simply by her appearance and prowess. It didn't matter where. Her ability to captivate men happened in the most benign places, in grocery stores, in banks, in malls. Men would whip their heads around and stare. Some thought their gawking was inconspicuous, but were only fooling themselves. There would also be an extra bonus if they were with their wife or girlfriend, and to see them get punished by a slap or look. 

Sometimes, if Krasa wanted a little shot of encouragement, she would entertain herself by walking in public places where the men easily outnumbered the women. It might be past a construction site or a sporting event. She especially enjoyed restaurants in the financial district at noon. She would get the reactions she wanted without trying. Sometimes she got lunch. She enjoyed the benefits without commitments.

Normally it was all just as fast and satisfying in the office. The first meeting with a man was always as predictable as ice cream melting in the summer sun. She would flash her smile, and the newbee would smile back, before dropping his gaze to her large breasts, tastefully exposed to capture attention. The gaze would often drop down her body before embarrassment would return their attention to her eyes. It would all happen in split seconds, but it would indeed always happen. Extra points were tallied in her own mind if she saw evidence of movement in the pants. She would smile at their return glance as if to say, "Enjoy it all you want with your eyes, because your imagination is the only thing you have that will ever touch me." At that moment, she considered herself done with them. 

Carl annoyed her. "Who does he think he is?" she thought ironically. He didn't react like other men. "It's his first day. Where does he get off handling himself that way?" she kept asking herself. "Maybe that's it," she thought. "Maybe its because its his first day. Maybe he is overwhelmed taking everything in." There had to be a reason, and she had to find out. 

Krasa stopped by Carl's desk after lunch. She leaned over as if she were having an important conversation, allowing him an ample view of her impressive cleavage and large round milky breasts. "Any questions Carl?" she asked flashing her smile. "Anything I can answer as you get situated?"

Carl glanced quickly at her unavoidable breasts before locking onto her pool-deep eyes. "Hi Krasa. Thanks for asking."

"It's the least I can do," she answered without moving from her exposed position. She was grateful he remembered her name. It was a start. "I remember when I started three years ago, how much there was to learn. Have any questions?"

"I do," he responded. "What brings you most fulfillment in your life?" Carl asked.

"What?" Krasa asked surprised. She was taken back by the personal nature and depth of his question. She anticipated a question about procedures, or clients or maybe taking a risk to ask her out for drinks after work.

"Fulfillment," Carl said again. "What brings you most fulfillment in your life?"

Krasa didn't know how to answer his question. She stammered to find words. "Ah, I don't know. Um, that's deep."

"Oh, that's OK," Carl said, simultaneously relieving and embarrassing Krasa from the moment. "Never mind. It's not like you had a chance anyway."

"What?" she asked shocked. "Chance for what?"

"It doesn't matter," Carl said politely. "I appreciate you offering your help. If I have any more questions, mind if I ask?"

Krasa felt confused. "What? Oh, yeah. Feel free," she said. She felt dazed.

Carl said, "Steve asked if I would check with him on something. I need to head over to do that. Thanks again Krasa." Carl got up, picked up a small stack of papers from his desk and headed toward Steve's cubicle. 

"What just happened?" Krasa thought to herself, left hanging for the second time in Carl's first day. "Fulfillment? Chance for what? Did he think?" Krasa's head spun as she made her way from the center of the room toward the light of the windows. 

Krasa couldn't shake the brief conversation from her thoughts the rest of the day. No guy had ever asked her what brought meaning in her life. She wrestled with how she would answer if Carl or anyone else asked her again. She struggled how she would answer it for herself. "Who asks that when they first meet someone?" she wondered out loud to herself.

"What did he mean that it wasn't like I had a chance?" she continued to ponder into the evening. Chance for what? Did he think I was trying to hit on him? She couldn't remember meeting a man who seemed as disinterested in her as Carl seemed, yet got under her skin like he did. The more she thought about it, the more it pissed her off. Who did he think he was? She couldn't shake the thoughts and frustration. Her usual self-satisfaction was invaded. She didn't sleep well.

TUESDAY

Krasa showed up at the office early. She couldn't remember the last time she arrived before most of the others on her floor. She usually liked to show up late enough to make an entrance. She enjoyed people wondering what she would wear to work. She basked in the envy. Women saw her as untouchable. So did the men. 

Today was different. She hadn't slept well. She bounced around her condo in the early morning hours until deciding she might as well get something done at the office. She wore a short tan skirt and semi-transparent white blouse with matching tan heels. 

Krasa inconspicuously watched from her desk as Carl arrived and began his second day. People related easily to him. She was confused by her obsession with his disinterest when there were so many she easily captured by her attraction. "Why do I care what he thinks?" she asked herself. "He has no idea who I am, let alone how to find his way around the company," she thought trying to console herself. "He just doesn't understand my role in the office yet. He'll see," she continued in her own mind. "He'll see how I make my presence known, and how everyone responds. He'll learn," she convinced herself. She resolved to take every opportunity to strut herself around the office throughout the day in a display of her unspoken place at the top of the social pecking order.

Krasa felt proud of her accomplishments as the workday neared its end. Surely Carl had a better understanding of her significance and importance. It had been a good day. She felt puffed up and bolstered by her social dominance. She watched as Carl ducked into the staff lounge. She couldn't resist following him to test the benefits of her influence on his second day.

"Oh, hi Carl. I didn't see you in here," she lied. "Getting the hang of things?"

"Pretty well, thanks" Carl said. "It's Krasa, right?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered feeling the first taste of victory. New people always remember the names of the most important in the office first. Krasa instinctively raised her head proudly.

"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" Carl asked in a nonchalant way.

"Confident," Krasa answered quickly, suddenly feeling a little defensive. "Yes I am."

"Confident?" Carl asked.

"Yes. Why?" Krasa asked back.

"Oh, nothing," Carl answered. His voice softened. 

"What?" she asked again.

"Really, nothing. Just an observation. I should keep my thoughts to myself."

"What thoughts?" she asked.

"Really, nothing" Carl repeated.

"What thoughts?" she demanded.

"There's a difference between confidence and arrogance," he answered with an instructive tone.

"What are you suggesting?" she said with her voice a bit raised.

"See, this is why..." Carl began to say in response to Krasa's defensiveness.

"What?" she repeated a bit louder.

"Being cocky is just a masquerade of insecurity," Carl continued calmly at her insistence. "It's an empty shell. Whether they know it or not, arrogant people tend to be posers, desperate that others don't see their true emptiness and insecurity. Ironically, self-absorbed people are obsessed with convincing others, and themselves, they are worth the attention. In truth, women (and men) who think they are 'all that,' usually aren't." 

Krasa felt the sting of his words and audacity. She also felt discovered. How could he see through her like that? How could he know? Her heart felt more exposed than her body. 

"Are you saying?"

Carl stood unaffected.

"I am not!" she blurted out unconvincingly.

"Did I say I was talking about you?" he answered. "But, then again, there you go."

"Damn," she thought. Her face turned red.

"Oh wow," Carl said, "Look at the time. I'm meeting someone for drinks. If you'll excuse me." Carl left without waiting for a response.

Krasa felt sideswiped again. It had been going so well," she thought. "How dare he suggest..." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence even in her own mind. "He doesn't even know me," she argued with herself, unconvincingly. "How did the success of the whole day get swallowed up in just a few seconds of conversation?"

WEDNESDAY

Krasa was grateful for a full morning of scheduled meetings that consumed the first half of her mid-week day. The required distraction of meetings made her more productive. Of course, her work meetings weren't a distraction. Her growing frustration and obsession with Carl was. Somehow, her meetings felt like a welcome distraction from her strange new obsession with Carl. 

Krasa was determined to avoid Carl at all costs. She would not allow him the opportunity to define or ruin her day. She planned her timing and movements around the office to intentionally avoid him. Near the end of the day, she recognized the irony of her strategy. Somehow, even in her determination to avoid him, he was still preoccupying her thoughts and actions. Like someone on a diet, she still found herself preoccupied by the very thing she was trying to avoid. 

Carl spent the day learning client patterns and sales status. He worked closely with others in the division. Carrie was especially helpful with the inside information her role provided. During a break in their work, Carl took the opportunity to ask, "What's with Krasa? I noticed you two exchanged glances when we met on Monday."

"She's OK," Carrie said politely. 

"The main thing you need to know about me as I get started here Carrie is I only function with complete honesty. I will always be honest and straight with you and I need you to be with me. Anything you say to me is always completely safe. I will always have your back."

"I appreciate that Carl," Carrie said feeling more relaxed by his sincerity.

"Look, based on the wreckage of men I've seen in her wake around here the last few years, my encouragement is not to go there."

"Why do you say that?"

"She is beautiful but cocky. She uses people. Men are like toys. I guess that must be one of the benefits of being that beautiful," she said almost in a tone of envy. 

"She is beautiful," Carl agreed, "but I'm also getting the high maintenance arrogant feel too."

"Every guy wants her," she admitted. "Who can blame them? Heck, she's so beautiful even some of the women..." She stopped before finishing her sentence.

"Sounds like you might be one of them," Carl answered with a smile. 

Carrie blushed. 

"No need to answer that," Carl said. "Thanks for your help with these files."

"Any time," she said a bit flustered by her close admission.

The clock crossed the 5:00 finish line. Krasa stepped into the elevator, ready to go home, and have a glass of wine. Just as the doors of the elevator almost closed, a hand reached in. "Hold the door," his voice said from the outside. Cold chills covered her body. 

"Damn," she thought. Carl stepped into the elevator. "All I have to do is make it the few seconds in the elevator to the first floor, and I'll be out of here like a bat out of hell."

"Hi, Krasa," Carl said in his strong masculine voice.

"Hi," she answered, keeping the conversation brief to avoid any chance for one of his unsuspecting lobs to infiltrate.

"Haven't seen you all day," he said to begin small talk. "Almost think you were avoiding me." Krasa just smiled politely, resisting the urge to say something she would regret. 

"I was wondering," he said. 

Krasa watched the lighted numbers above the elevator doors slowly counted down as the elevator made its descent. "Come on," she thought to herself as the journey down kept being interrupted by stops to pick up other passengers. Krasa worked to ignore his approaching question. 

"I was wondering," Carl repeated. "For someone like you, what is the one thing you would need if trapped on a deserted island?"

"What?" she thought to herself. "Who asks questions like that? What does he mean 'for someone like me?'" She felt caught off guard. The question was interesting, but at the same time she had no idea how to answer it. "One thing I would need?" she asked, trying to buy time.

"Yeah," he said. "On a deserted island."

"I don't know," she said stammering for words. The elevator reached its destination and the doors opened. People in front of her began to file out, providing her a way of escape. But somehow she felt she hadn't. She knew somehow his question would torment her all night.


Seducing Beauty Ch. 01



"That's OK," he said. "Just curious. Have a great night." Carl stepped out of the elevator and walked in the opposite direction.

"Damn," she said out loud. "Why does he do that?" she thought to herself. "How does he do that?" She couldn't help pondering his question. No one had ever asked her questions like Carl. It almost felt like no one had ever cared enough to. But she didn't know Carl. Carl certainly didn't know her. 

She spent the evening alone, wrestling with the question. The first answer that came to her mind was 'a man.' If she were trapped on a deserted island, the one thing she would want would be a man. Was that allowable? Is a man a thing? Is her desire for a man unique to a deserted island, or any time, like tonight in her condo in the middle of the city? Is that really the one thing she would need? Was she dependent on men for her well-being? She felt like she was on a wrestling mat with the question. She felt like she was on the wrestling mat with herself.

"What a stupid question," she thought to herself in frustration. "When would I ever be stranded on a deserted island? If I were, why would I have to pick only one thing to have with me?" She lulled herself to sleep frustrated by the question, frustrated more by her answer, and frustrated most that she couldn't shake the one who asked it from her mind -- even in her dreams.

THURSDAY

Krasa slapped her hand down on Carl's desk the moment he got situated for the day at his desk. "A man!" she whispered in a tone as if yelling. "If I were trapped on a deserted island and could only have one thing, it would be a man. And yes, a man is a thing. But of all the men in the world, it wouldn't be you," she said venting her frustration.

"So a man," Carl answered calmly. He enjoyed seeing how amped up she was. He took in her beauty. She wore a short white floral dress that stopped at her mid-thigh in a way that displayed the length of her long fit legs. Her large firm tits strained the low-cut fabric and the strings over her shoulders attempting to hold it up. There was little left to the imagination.

"It would be a shame to have all this wasted on a deserted island without a man to share it," she said boastfully.

"What kind of man?" Carl pressed.

"Any man I want," she boasted as she stood in a seductive post. "Any damn man I want." 

"So, turn on that sex-appeal and get any man you want?" Carl asked.

"Damn right," she insisted.

"Those don't sound like real men" Carl informed. "They sound more like hormonal teenagers in men's bodies. All they see are tits and ass. They can care less about who you are. Someone else shakes their tits or ass at them, those boys run off drooling like a dog after another squirrel. It's not that you get them Krasa, they're just using you."

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" she whispered angrily.

"I'm just saying there's a difference between sexy and, well, cheap. A gorgeous body doesn't make someone sexy. I've seen women with gorgeous bodies act like sluts and average looking woman be knock-out sexy."

Krasa found herself speechless again. She knew any red-blooded man in the building would jump at the chance to have his way with her, especially dressed as she was. That had always made her feel sexy and powerful. Carl's words exposed her lies more than her dress exposed her voluptuous body. 

Carl continued his challenge. "There is a big difference between a woman who needs a man to validate that she is sexy, and a woman who knows it within herself. Someone who is truly sexy doesn't need to prove it to others to prove it to herself. She just is."

Krasa wanted to argue, but knew deep inside she lived for the daily validation of her sexiness and worth. She knew there was a shallow side to it, but when you have what she had, you use it. No one knew how to do that better than Krasa. 

"Go to hell," Krasa said more frustrated at herself than at Carl for seeing right through her. 

"That's what I mean," Carl answered. "I would expect that and maybe deserve it." 

Krasa took some pride in Carl's response.

"Just don't sell yourself short, Krasa." Her embarrassed anger began to grow again. No one had ever accused her of selling herself short. "I just think..."

"Who the fuck cares what you think?" Krasa said, angrily continuing her intense whisper. The color of her face and chest reddened. Her nipples hardened and pushed through the thin fabric of her floral dress. "You're full of patronizing shit. Go to hell," she said before leaving toward her desk.

"If you decide you'd like to talk more..." Carl began to offer as she stomped off angrily.

Krasa fumed. Just as she had from the beginning of the week, she felt convicted by the wisdom Carl had no business dishing out. "Who gave him the right to intrude in how I live my life?" she thought to herself. "Everything was working just fine until he came along." 

Carl went back to work, seemingly unaffected. Krasa couldn't remember a less productive week of work. His words echoed in her mind. It felt like he was systematically disrobing her heart. It had always been so easy to distract men from what was going on inside by seductively displaying what was on the outside. It felt like Carl read her heart like a book. She felt helplessly naked in front of this relative stranger. As angry as it made her, she also felt strangely safe. Carl's words had been strong, but not judgmental. They were matter-of-fact observations. Its almost like he cared. "Why would he care?" she wondered. She was angry with him, but frustratingly intrigued by him. 

After a few hours, her curiosity overcame her anger. She took advantage of the post-lunch activity in the office as people began the second half of their workday. She sat down unannounced in the chair across from Carl's desk. She was not used to struggling for words or the ability to express herself. 

"Hi Krasa," Carl said calmly.

"What did you mean?" she asked simply.

"Look, Krasa, we are just getting to know each other."

"Don't start beating around the bush now," she interrupted. "It's too late for that. What did you mean? What do you see?"

"I see a woman whose only barrier to being one of the most beautiful women I have ever met is herself," he said plainly. He followed his words with a warm convincing smile.

She smiled awkwardly at the complement and challenge.

"The only time beauty is really in the eye of the beholder is when it's your own beauty," Carl continued. "You don't become beautiful or sexy the moment a man thinks you are beautiful or sexy. You are sexy the moment you know you are. Something changes in that moment. It's the difference between shallow arrogance and humble awareness. You just are. It's just true."

She wanted to believe what Carl was saying, but was fighting through years of engrained thinking. 

"What you wear on the outside, even a revealing dress like that, doesn't make you sexy Krasa. If I can be blunt, its not the dress over your tits that make you sexy, it's the heart under them that makes the difference."

"Sounds trite and cheesy," Krasa said acting unconvinced. "I can't believe I am having this conversation with you."

"True," he confessed with a smile. "But let me ask you, how's what you've been doing working for you?"

"Ouch," she thought without saying it out loud.

"Look, here's the truth Krasa. You could walk in here tomorrow in baggy sweats with no makeup and be more sexy than you are today wearing that dress and paint, if you really believed it."

"You're full of shit," she barked.

"I think you know I'm not, you're just too insecure to believe it," he answered boldly.

"I know what sexy is," she argued.

"That's why you hide behind everything you put on. That's why you work so hard to convince people of what you don't believe yourself without it."

His words stung. "You're not suggesting I really come to work in sweats without makeup."

"What I am suggesting is that you could, and if you believed it, you would genuinely be more sexy than you are trying to be today."

"I couldn't."

"Why not?" Carl asked. "Nothing in the dress code says you can't, although its clear you don't mind pushing the envelope on dress codes." They both smiled. "Besides, the boss is out of the office tomorrow."

"I can't come to work in sweats," she said.

"Do you have any meetings with clients tomorrow?" Carl asked.

"Only phone appointments," she answered. "But I can't..."

"You can't or you won't?" Carl paused to let her ponder the question. "The only way you will ever know within yourself that you are genuinely sexy, is by letting go of the need for others to think you are. Ironically, it is in that moment, you genuinely are."

"Damn," Krasa wrestled with everything within her. "I can't."

"OK. Maybe you can't. That's really OK. Plenty of people can't. Plenty of people never know freedom from the opinions of others for their own self-worth."

"That's harsh," Krasa said.

"For some maybe," Carl answered, "but not for you Krasa. You have too much to miss. It's like you live at the base of Mt. Everest but have no idea. You only see other people coming to look at it, but you never see it for yourself." His voice was caring.

Krasa felt flattered by his words, but struggled to believe it herself. "I can't," she repeated.

"Decide for yourself," he answered. "I guarantee if you walk in here tomorrow wearing sweats with no makeup, it will be the first day of the rest of your life. You will discover things about yourself that will make you more sexy than you have ever experienced." His words tempted her greatest vulnerability. "If you decide you can't, I get that. Just walk in here tomorrow in one of your slinky outfits, and I will never bring it up again."

"Who are you?" she asked.

Carl smiled warmly. "The question is 'who are you?'" he answered. "I guess we'll both find out tomorrow morning."

FRIDAY

Krasa startled awake at 4:00 am. Adrenaline surged through her veins. Her heart pounded like a drum deep in her chest. Her large eyes opened wide open in panic as if she had just awakened from a suspenseful dream. She looked at the green numbers on her digital alarm clock. It was more than two hours before it was scheduled to wake her for the momentous day ahead. She wished it had been a dream. Her eyes felt glued open. There would be no more going back to sleep this morning.

She got up to start the coffee and the water for her shower. She felt a desperate need for both. Warm steam began to fill the bathroom. She took some deep breaths before she pulled the large t-shirt she slept in over her head and tossed it into the bedroom. As she turned toward the shower, she caught a glimpse of her naked body in the long bathroom mirror. She watched as one of her hands reached up to gently caress her breast while the other moved down across her stomach toward her ass. She admired what she saw and enjoyed what she felt. 

Something was different this morning. She watched as her hands continued to tour the landscape of her body. "Damn, you're hot," she said out loud. Her first thoughts in the past had always been what others would think of her beauty. She would compare herself to other women she knew. She usually thought about the men her calendar and obligations would put her in front of that day. She always enjoyed the game of anticipating people's reactions. None of that seemed to matter this morning.

Her right hand glided across her steam-moistened creamy skin toward her neatly trimmed love box. Her knees bent slightly as fingertips moved across the button of her clit and into the opening below. Her other hand squeezed her left tit as if holding on for stability. She moaned and smiled at the pleasure beginning to tingle through her body. Her left hand slid down to spread her vaginal lips, making everything in between completely vulnerable to the determined attention of her right hand. "Oh yes," she encouraged herself.

Krasa stepped into the steam-filled shower and turned the showerhead to pulsating massage. The hot water cascaded down her stimulated body. She filled her hands with liquid soap to lather her body into deeper ecstasy. Her fingers slid easily across her smooth wet skin. She refocused her attention into the love box atop her long silky legs. "Oh, yes," she moaned in delight. While the fingers of her right hand worked her clit, she reached up with her left hand to take hold of the removable pulsating showerhead and lowered it to her love box. "Oh, yes," she moaned as the first waves of orgasm rushed to confiscate her body. She moved her fingers purposely under the throbbing beats of water. "Oh, gawd; oh, GAWD; OH GAWD," she shouted in crescendo. Dark nipples grew tall over her large, firm tits. Her breathing moved fast and deep, following the involuntary up and down movements of her knees. Krasa continued to intensify the speed and force of her massage. She leaned back against the shower wall for its support of her convulsing body. "Ahhhh," she screamed, with no care or thought to sleeping condo neighbors. Cum gushed from her body; tears poured from her cheeks. Her wet frame quaked uncontrollably from the orgasm. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!" she cried in enchanted satisfaction. "Yes!" 

She returned the showerhead to its place, turned the dial and stood in quiet contentment under the hot soft spray. She was in no hurry. 

Krasa wrapped herself into a large soft towel and contemplated the decision ahead of her as she drank her first cup of coffee. In many ways the decision seemed unimportant, but in others it felt like a risk. "How did I get here?" she wondered. Fridays were normally her favorite day of the workweek. Her mind turned to thinking about Carl. "How can someone who has been with the company only a few days have me challenging what I will wear today, let alone my sexual identity?" 

She pulled out a couple dresses from the closet before reaching for her blue sweats from her dresser. "No, I can't," she said to herself, throwing the sweatshirt and pants on the bed. She put on her favorite little black dress. "Nice," she admired in the mirror, "they will love this." The moment the words came out of her mouth, she realized her first thought was what others would think. "Damn," she said, conceding the truth.

"That doesn't mean I have to wear sweats," she said out loud, trying to convince herself. She changed into a blouse and slacks. "This won't turn any heads," she said to herself. She realized again her interest in others' opinions continued. "Damn," she said out loud again. She had always been motivated by her ability to impress others. "Is that such a bad thing?" she pondered. She looked at the sweats lying on the bed. "Could I really pull it off?" she wondered out loud. She pulled the blouse over her head and laid it on the bed. She unsnapped her slacks, lowered the zipper and slid them down to her ankles. She caught a glimpse of herself in the large mirror next to her closet. Her ample breasts were all but falling out of her low cut bra. Her long straight legs pushed her ass high in the air. From this angle there was little evidence of her tiny blue matching thong. "Damn," she said to herself. "You are fine." 

She admired the body in the mirror almost as if she were peeping at someone else through a window. She imagined Carl walking into the room to find the woman waiting for his arrival. She remained bent over, showcasing her raised pussy between her rounded cheeks. One hand instinctively moved slowly up her leg to caress the smooth skin of her ass. The other hand reached up to release her full firm breasts from any constraints. She rolled her nipple between her fingers as the hand on her ass moved under her panty toward her love box. "I can't," she whispered as her fingers moved over the pleasure zone. "I just..."

She heard Carl's familiar voice in her imagination interrupt the woman in the mirror with his characteristic encouragement. "Yes you can. I want you."

Krasa moaned. She felt her pussy moisten at the sound of his imagined voice, and the thought of his touch. She stroked her clit back and forth before moving two fingers deep inside. Her body quivered in response. "You're going to take me again," she heard the woman in the mirror say within her own imagination.

"Yes I am," she heard Carl's calm confident voice announce.

"Take her, Carl" Krasa said out loud toward the woman in the mirror shaped window. She moved her fingers more quickly and forcefully as the second orgasm began to grow within her. "Ohhhh, yes." She took the large vibrator from her nightstand drawer and licked its tip as she turned in on. She removed her already soaked thong.

She shuddered to imagine Carl's voice say, "keep your ass in the air for me." Krasa laid her head on the pillow on her bed and looked over to the mirror on the wall. The long beautiful legs in the mirror hoisted the gorgeous tight rounded ass high, making it available for anything Carl might want from her. 

"Fuck her Carl," she said as she moved the vibrating dick toward her tender pussy. "Fuck her." She watched in the mirror as her own body convulsed at its arrival. Krasa screamed in delight. Cold chills covered her body. Her ass bucked in the air begging for the vibrator's continued assault.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" the woman in the mirror screamed. She buried her face in the soft pillow as the orgasm swept through her body. She moaned softly as the ecstasy subsided. 

"Keep it there," she heard Carl's voice insist knowingly in her subconscious. 

"Oh god," she said out loud. She forcibly held the play dick in place as she crawled up onto the bed and lay on her back. She looked up at the mirror between her widespread legs and watched as her soaked pussy submitted to the continuing vibration. Another orgasmic volcano began to rise from deep within her. "You're going to take me again," she said lost in her fantasy. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" She pushed the thick machine deep within her just as the tidal wave hit her body. She screamed again as her pussy consumed it, refusing to let it go.

Krasa's long body lay exhausted and spent across her bed. She smiled at the sultry woman in the mirror. "Damn, you're good." She looked beside her on the bed and saw her blue sweats lying where she had left them. "Even good enough for you," she said. She rinsed off in the shower, and put the sweats on. She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a small ponytail. She picked up her foundation to start her usual process of putting makeup on. She quietly put it back down. "Sweats and no makeup," she committed. "I can do this."

Krasa finished a second cup of coffee and light breakfast. She felt confident and sexy. It had been a good morning; it was going to be a good day. As insurance, she put the little black dress and makeup case in the back seat of the car. She never knew what might happen with Carl in the office.

Subtle gasps filled the office as Krasa exited the elevator wearing her casual sweats without makeup. No one had ever seen Krasa so natural; Krasa had always made sure of it. Carl smiled watching Krasa own the room. Krasa enjoyed the reaction. She didn't know if the gasps were because they had never seen her not decked out like a model walking off of a fashion page, or a reaction to her natural beauty. Probably both. It didn't matter. She walked tall and confidently across the room to her desk without saying a word. She offered quick wink to Carl as she passed the rookie desks at the center of the room. He smiled back approvingly.

Carl waited a couple hours into the workday before he approached Krasa. "So whose the new girl?" he asked as he approached her desk from behind.

"You have no idea," she said without turning around.

"I'm impressed," Carl complemented as he walked around to the chair in front of her desk. "May I have a seat?"




Seducing Beauty Ch. 01



Krasa paused to drink in the view of Carl by dropping her gaze down his body and back up again to his eyes. Here was the fantasy man she watched fuck the woman in her mirror through two orgasms that morning. Now he stood in front of her in the flesh. She did nothing to hide her inspection. He asked for a seat; it was the least she wanted to give him. "Please," she answered.

"You look..." Carl began to complement.

"It doesn't matter what you or anyone else thinks," she tried to say convincingly. "I know how I look. I know how I feel." 

"Touché," Carl whispered. "So tell me, how do you feel?"

Krasa's face lit up with a wide seductive smile. No words were necessary.

Carl saw a change in her. The same person he met at the beginning of the week sat in front of him, but she was a different woman. "I'm curious," he asked with a shared smile. "What do you feel inside when you accomplish something great?"

"Why do you ask?" she answered with playful confidence. 

"Maybe because I see greatness."

"Maybe?" she asked.

"So, who is this new girl?" Carl asked again. 

"I'm still getting to know her," she answered honestly, "but I'd be glad to introduce her."

"You'd do that?" Carl played along. 

Krasa flashed back to the predawn fantasy of Carl taking the woman in the mirror. She realized she was about to break her own cardinal dating rules: never go out with anyone from work and always wait for the man to make the move. She reached back and pulled the hairband from her ponytail, letting her hair fall to her shoulders. "I'd do that," she said. 

Carl smiled warmly.

"I'm having a little progressive dinner party at my place tomorrow evening," she continued. "She'll be there. I'd love you to come so I can introduce you properly."

"That's very nice but I'd hate to intrude," Carl answered.

"It's a very small dinner party," she said with a seductive smile. She ran her fingers through her hair and leaned forward. "And you're the guest of honor."

"In that case," Carl said, "how can I resist?"

"You can't," she insisted. 

"So progressive, does that mean we will be moving to different locations?"

"You'll see," she said evasively. "The only condition is you must agree to enjoy every course exactly as it's presented, no matter what." Krasa smiled. 

"Sounds dangerous."

"In the best way," she assured. "But it is the condition for the dinner. How much do you really want to get to know the new girl?" Krasa enjoyed challenging Carl at his own game.

Carl was impressed with her assertiveness. He smiled. "I tell you what," he said, "I'll meet your daring condition if you meet mine."

Krasa smiled at where the conversation was going. She felt the sexual chemistry growing. She wondered what Carl would ask if invited to name anything he wanted. "What is it?"

"Ben Wa or Duotone balls," he said. "Are you familiar with them?"

"I am," she answered with a blush. "My friend Stacy uses them all the time. She always has a smile on her face. Why?"

"Good. All I ask is that you promise to use a pair all day before I arrive for dinner."

Carl's request took their conversation and relationship past sexual subtlety. It was bold and risky. If she said no, the conversation and possibilities might be over. If she said yes, she was literally opening herself up to sexual vulnerability. She also couldn't help but notice his unexpected request was all about her pleasure. The balls would drive her crazy all day. 

"All day?" she asked as if open to the commitment. "Stacy tells me she gets off on them multiple times just doing housework for a couple hours around her house."

"That's the catch," Carl said. "If I can be so bold. You must agree to keeping them in all day, but under no circumstances allow yourself to have an orgasm."

"Shit," she said. "If half of what Stacy says is true, I'll be a wreck."

"On the contrary," Carl said with a warm smile. "That's my one condition. Promise to use them all day without allowing one orgasm, then I promise I'll be the perfect dinner guest."

The deal seemed too good to be true. Carl was asking for her to be pleasured all day by the orgasm balls as a prelude to an evening where she would finally be in charge for the first time since knowing him. She wondered what he was up to? What does he get out of this?

"Perfect dinner guest?" she asked. "Anything?"

"Anything," Carl committed. "It's your place and your progressive dinner party," he reasoned. "I'm the guest of honor; you're in charge. The least I can do is be a perfect guest by my full participation when you've gone to all this trouble." Carl smiled. 

"It's no trouble," Krasa said. "It will be my pleasure." Carl smiled at the double entendre. "7:00?" she asked.

"7:00," he committed.

SATURDAY MORNING

Krasa woke up early with adrenaline surging through her body. She felt a mixture of emotions from sheer puzzlement to undeniable excitement. A week ago Carl did not exist in her world. Today he mysteriously seemed to consume it. Things were somehow different. She felt the insanity and excitement of someone bungee jumping for the first time.

She thought about the day ahead. Every moment would be used to get ready for the evening she had planned. Her body tingled at the thought of it. She turned her head to look at the small cloth drawstring bag on her nightstand. The set of two gold balls inside were picked up from a specialty store on the way home from work the day before. She reached for the bag and emptied the two shiny balls connected by a small string into her hand. As she rolled them around and felt the vibration caused by the small weights within each. "Damn," she thought, "you bad boys are going to mess me up today. No reason for Stacy to have all the fun." She pushed the bed covers down, exposing her naked legs to the cool morning air. Her knees rose up and spread wide to fully expose her moist love box. Her hand carried the two balls to its opening and inserted them into her helpless pussy one at a time. Her sex muscles massaged the two gold balls within her. Cold chills dotted her skin. Krasa smiled at the sensation. She also knew that keeping her commitment to Carl meant Carl would keep his commitment to her. By the end of the night, he would be hers.

Krasa walked to the kitchen to turn the coffee on before heading for the shower. She felt the first vibrations of the balls within her with every movement. "Mmmm," she moaned. "If the short walk to the kitchen felt like this, what would these balls do if she were on the treadmill?" she wondered. Her curiosity grew. She knew it would be hard to get everything done before Carl arrived, but she was also surprised by the stimulation of these two miracle balls. 

Her curious pussy won the argument as she detoured from her way to the shower to the treadmill in the guestroom. "Just a short run," she told herself as a compromise. She stepped onto the machine and pushed the start button. The revolving rubber roadway beneath her bare feet began to move slowly. The golden balls rolled against one another and against the inside of her love box. She bravely took hold of the speed lever on the control panel and gradually pushed it half way up. Her feet moved to an easy jog. The balls jostled within her, working their magic. She took hold of the sidebars on the treadmill as she moaned from the growing pleasure. She looked up, continuing to moan while keeping pace. "Oh gawd," she said out loud. She felt a morning orgasm begin to rise within her. The treadmill was proving what she wondered, and she liked it. She looked back down at the control panel. The speed lever dared her to prove what the balls were capable of. She reached for the lever and pushed up. She felt the revolving rubber road beneath her speed up. The red numbers on the panel recorded her pace at almost seven miles per hour. "Oh Gawd!" she cried out. She was used to the pace of the run, she wasn't used to the erotic massage of the magic balls within her. "Oh fuck," she said out loud. The growing orgasm felt like a rising wave ready to break over her. The balls moved mercilessly within her. "Damn!" she shouted. Everything in her wanted to keep going. She knew an orgasm on the treadmill would probably throw her across the room. Her pussy begged for more. "Yes! Yes!" she said as the balls pounded her inner-walls toward the point of no return. She abruptly reached up and slammed the speed lever down, suddenly stopping the rubber road beneath her. She wrapped her arms around the control panel and hung on. The orgasmic climax screamed to be released. Her ass bucked as she held on to the control panel. Another few steps of her blissful run and she knew she and her cum would be spread across the room. 

Krasa held on to the machine, drawing in deep breaths. Her heart rate and pussy worked to relax. "Shit!" she said impressed. "Time to hit the showers."

Krasa attacked the day strategically, checking off her preparations for her progressive party for two. She sped up and down the long aisles at the large grocery store, working to make up lost time. With each step, she felt the balls reasserting themselves within her. She grew addicted to the pleasure. The caged orgasm within her was desperate for release. She kept up her speed to get through the crowded store as quickly as possible. Her face grew more flushed with each long aisle. Her forehead and chest moistened with sweat and her nipples tightened to stand fully erect. She sped down the next aisle. Without notice, she felt the impending orgasm threaten to overtake her. Krasa suddenly stopped in the middle of the aisle. "Oh god, oh god," she said trying to catch her breath and hold the pleasure wave back. Mops and a "clean up on aisle twelve" announcement would be needed for the pool of cum she was ready to release. 

"Are you OK dearie?" an older woman asked as she approached in front of her. 

Krasa looked up surprised and a little embarrassed. She fought to hold the public orgasm back. "Yes, thank you," she answered with a breathy voice.

"Are you sure?" the woman persisted. "Let me get someone to call a doctor," the woman pushed.

"I'm really OK," Krasa insisted. The woman looked unconvinced and ready to take action as a Good Samaritan. "Really," Krasa said. "I'm fine," she whispered with a blush. "I almost had an orgasm." 

The older woman's concern turned to being impressed with a little bit of envy. "Right here?" she asked. "I like shopping, but it's never, you know..." 

Krasa smiled as she took in long deep breaths. 

The woman persisted in a whisper, "What's your secret?"

Krasa smiled again. "I'm sorry, I need to keep going," she said embarrassed. "Have a good day."

"It won't be as good as yours," the woman joked.

Krasa hurried to finish her shopping and other errands. She was eager to get home to prepare it for the evening's party. Carl effectively tormented her pussy and her heart all day with every step she took through the stimulus of the balls. She couldn't wait for the time to come to literally turn the tables on him.

SATURDAY EVENING

The doorbell rang promptly at 7:00. Krasa felt beautiful and ready as she glanced in the mirror by the door before opening it. "The party has arrived," she said. She opened the door. "Please come in," she invited.

Carl was dressed in a pressed white shirt and khaki slacks. He carried a bouquet of flowers and bottle of Merlot. He offered the flowers to Krasa as he crossed the threshold. "Thank you," he said. "You look beautiful," he complemented.

Krasa took the flowers and smelled them with a smile. "Well thank you," she said. "You like?" as she twirled in front of him humorously. She was wearing a pink fitted sweatshirt and sweatpants, with bare feet. "I got these sweats for you."

"Very nice," he said truthfully. 

"Let me put these in a vase," she said. "Would you mind making yourself comfortable by leaving your shoes and socks at the door?"

"Not at all," Carl said as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his socks on top. He was glad for the informality. He followed her to the kitchen and placed the bottle of wine on the counter next to one she had readied. 

"Feel free to open it and pour," she said, "now that everyone's here, especially the guest of honor." Krasa put the flowers on the table. Low lights, lit candles and soft jazz filled the condo.

Carl poured the wine and handed Krasa a glass. "A toast," he said, "to beginnings."

"To new beginnings," Krasa answered as the glasses touched.

Carl and Krasa enjoyed small talk as they finished their first glass of wine. Carl refilled both glasses. They both began to feel more relaxed.

"So, welcome to my little progressive party," she said, ready to take control of the evening. "I'm so glad that you not only agreed to come, but to participate fully." 

"My pleasure," Carl said. "I am assuming..."

"I've met your condition?" Krasa interrupted. Carl smiled. "All day long," she reported. She shared the pleasure and torment the balls had caused, including the incident in the grocery store. They laughed. "I can assure you, they remain there even as we speak." Sexual tension rose at the revelation. He hoped at some point in the evening he would be able to verify it for himself. She knew he would, in due time. "If you will open the bottle of wine there, I think we are ready to begin our progressive dinner party.

Carl filled the glasses from the new bottle of wine.

"I have prepared a four course meal for our enjoyment this evening," Krasa explained. "Appetizers, salad, our entrée and dessert."

"Sounds nice," Carl said.

"For fun, we will progress leisurely through them, each in a different room."

"And so, a progressive dinner," Carl concluded. "Nice." He turned his head to look around at the options for the four rooms in the small but elegant condo.

"That's part of it," Krasa said. 

"Part of it?" Carl asked.

"I didn't invite you simply to a progressive dinner, but a progressive dinner party," she continued with a sultry smile. "Your full participation was needed because each course will begin with the other person removing an article of clothing I choose." Carl was surprised by the bold announcement. "I will choose what you will remove from me with each course, and I will choose what I will take off of you." 

Carl immediately calculated the progressive dinner would leave him without any clothes by the fourth course. Depending on what she had under her new pink sweats, the progression may leave her equally exposed. He hoped the evening would be romantic. He never saw this coming.

"If you're wondering," she continued, "I have decided to allow anything exposed on my body to be fair game for you to enjoy during the meal, as long as you agree to the same freedom for me. However, nothing still covered can be touched, no exceptions. Agreed?"

"I think I can go along with that," Carl agreed. 

"You can see why we may want to make our way through each course leisurely."

FIRST COURSE

Krasa enjoyed turning the table and watching Carl's surprise. Without waiting for his answer, she announced, "I think we are ready to begin. Our first course will be enjoyed on the balcony." She took him by the hand and led him through the opened sliding glass door. The balcony had a beautiful night view of the city. Soft jazz played through speakers mounted in the corners. A small table was set up to the side with a platter of hors d'oeuvres behind two small dishes. With the exception of a small amount of light from the inside, the balcony was lit only by the full moon suspended in the dark-blue starry sky above.

Krasa set her wine glass down on the table, turned and began unbuttoning Carl's shirt without saying a word. Carl stood cooperatively as her long fingers made their way down his chest and abdomen, releasing one button at a time. When she reached the bottom, she pulled the rest of his shirt tucked into his pants, so she could finish. She took his wine glass from his hand, set it down, and then pulled his shirt over his broad shoulders and down his arms. She laid his shirt on the chair by the table and ran her fingers up his arms to where his t-shirt came to his biceps. She leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss on the lips and smiled. "Our dinner has begun." 

Carl smiled.

"Your turn," Krasa said softly as she raised both hands in the air in front of him. "I think it's time for this pretty sweatshirt to go, don't you?"

Carl reached down to the bottom of her sweatshirt on each side and gently pulled it up. It struggled to get past her large breasts. Krasa wiggled slightly, freeing the shirt for its journey up over her head and arms. Krasa's light skin looked beautiful contrasted by the black lacy low-cut push-up bra in the moonlight. Carl felt compelled to take her in his arms to give her another kiss. She pulled him close to accept his affection. She felt the firmness of his attraction pressed against her pelvis. His hands traveled across the cool creamy skin of her back. His kiss moved down her neck and to her uncovered shoulders. He loved the way her skin felt to his lips; she loved the way his lips felt on her skin. His kiss traveled down her chest to the exposed parts of her soft breasts. She moaned as she pulled him into her bosom. They both dreamed about what their first kiss and caress would be like. The moment was beyond what either had imagined. 

After a few minutes of introducing themselves to one another, they paused to enjoy the appetizers and wine. They both knew the evening would only get richer as they progressed through the wine, food and clothing. She stood in front of him, with his arms around her waist as they both gazed out toward nightscape of the city. 

"Carl, I was wondering," Krasa asked. "What gives you the most fulfillment in life?"

"Good question," Carl complemented. "Deep meaningful relationships with people I enjoy," he answered. His arms squeezed a light hug as he held her from behind. She felt secure in a way she hadn't in a long time. She looked back to get a glimpse of his face. His words, eyes and smiled defined the moment. Krasa was enraptured by his genuineness. Like a good hors d'oeuvre, Carl made her hungry for more. She kissed him again.

SECOND COURSE

"Let's go inside," she said. "I'm ready for the second course." She took his hand and led him to the living room. Another small table was set up there with a large bowl filled with spinach salad decorated with toppings. A dressing boat with a pour spout sat next to it with a small spoon. Two chilled salad plates were stacked. Carl reached for one of the plates.

"Wait," Krasa said placing her hand on his chest. "Aren't your forgetting something?"

Carl smiled and returned the plate. "I believe I am."

"You first this time," she instructed. "Can you take these sweatpants off of me please? It is getting awfully hot in here."

Carl gladly obliged. He took hold of the pink waistband and slowly lowered it toward the floor. He was surprised to discover Krasa was wearing a matching lacy thong and black garter belt with straps leading down to fishnet stockings decorating her long legs. Carl moaned at the sight. 

"Like what you see?" Krasa asked. Carl smiled at the vision. He gently kissed the bare skin of her upper leg between her panties and stockings. He slowly turned her to take in the vision of her beautiful small bare round ass. He couldn't help but gently kiss and nibble the cheek in front of him. She loved his attention.

"My turn," she insisted playfully. "Time for you to stand up."

Carl stood. She could see her lingerie was having the effect on his dick she had hoped. "Ah," she said, "look what we have here." She pressed her hand against the front of his pants as she moved it down along the bulge of his thick member.

"Hey," Carl said. "I thought no touching is allowed for anything still covered," he said playfully. 




Seducing Beauty Ch. 02



PROLOGUE - SATURDAY NIGHT

Carl lay exhausted next to the insatiable vixen. He was mesmerized by her creamy skin, red hair, translucent blue eyes, large bright smile, magnificently displayed round breasts, small ass and long legs. She was a vision. Their bodies ached in delight from a night of pleasure after knowing one another less than a week. Krasa had never allowed herself to date anyone from work, let alone invite anyone into her home for a lavish intimate dinner with generous portions of sex. Dessert had been served in the bedroom. 

Krasa had never met anyone like Carl; Carl had never met anyone like Krasa.

"I have another question for you," she said. 

"Go ahead," he invited, glad for a brief respite from the evening of amazing unrelenting sex.

"Anything?" she asked?

"Is that your question?" he answered playfully. He reached for some whipped cream and dabbed it on her nose before kissing it to clean it.

"No." she laughed. "Really, anything? You'll answer truthfully."

"Haven't I always?" 

Krasa had experienced nothing but his transparent honesty all week. "True," she said. "It's something I've wondered for two days." She kissed his lip and tasted whipped cream. 

Carl's curiosity grew. "Then let's break the suspense. I'll answer anything you want," he promised.

"What is your greatest unfulfilled sexual fantasy?"

"Whoa!" Carl exclaimed surprised by the bold intimacy of her question. "Why do you ask?"

"Did you know you have a habit of answering my questions with another question?" she observed. 

"You know you just answered my question with a question?"

"I asked you first," she argued playfully.

"I'll answer," he promised again. "I'm just curious why you ask?"

"In part, because I will know something about you probably no one else knows."

"You're right. That is something I've never shared with anyone," he said. "Dangerous but true. You said 'in part'? Why else?" he asked.

"Truthfully?"

"Truthfully," Carl said.

"Because you are fulfilling my fantasy tonight," she confessed. "I have always dreamed of this, but never met a man I've wanted to fulfill it with until this week."

"I'm honored," Carl said. "I suspect our evening is no where close to being over."

"Not by a long shot," she said with a smile.

"Any other reason you ask?" he asked, suspecting there was more.

Krasa hesitated. "Because I want to be the one to now fulfill your deepest fantasy," she risked.

"Is that an offer?" Carl asked.

"I haven't heard what it is yet," she said. 

"What if you are the one person I want to fulfill it?"

Krasa felt drawn in. "Am I?"

"I've never shared it with anyone because I've never met anyone I wanted to have make it come true," he answered honestly. "Until now."

Krasa felt flattered. The intense intimacy of the night is what made her want to ask the question. "I still haven't heard what it is yet," she repeated more out of curiosity than condition.

"Would it matter?"

"You want me to say 'yes' to fulfilling your fantasy without knowing what it is?" she asked calmly.

"What if mystery is part of my fantasy?" he asked with a smile. "Part of what makes it my illicit dream is your willingness for anything, even though you don't know what it will require." 

Krasa felt nervous and turned on by the suspense of what he was suggesting. "That sounds dangerous," she said.

"In the best way," he answered, repeating her enticing words from the day before.

Krasa smiled at the growing sexual tension. Carl had a way of making her feel more exposed and vulnerable. "So what if I say 'yes'?" she asked, already knowing she would.

"Then I would give you a time and a place for us to meet for our fantasy rendezvous. That's it. The only thing you will need to bring is your complete and enthusiastic willingness for anything that might happen, just as you asked of me this evening."

"Touché," she answered. "At least you knew I was inviting you to dinner." 

"True, and at least you know anything's possible," he answered back calmly with a smile. "There's no pressure here Krasa. I'm being totally open. I'm just answering your question with the honesty you asked for."

"True," she affirmed. She had opened this door by asking for his fantasy.

"My fantasy can only happen through your complete unreserved willingness for anything. It's gutsy. So, consider all the possibilities of what that might mean before you decide," Carl urged. 

"I feel like Alice deciding if she should go down the rabbit hole." 

Carl agreed smiling at the analogy. "If Alice plays it safe, she may live in regret, always wondering what she missed. But, there's no way to peek down the hole to see what's there before committing completely. Agreeing to just 'go along' isn't enough. Saying yes means enthusiastically diving in, all in."

"You are making me so hot right now," Krasa said. She rubbed her fingers against her wet pussy and lifted them to his mouth. "You tell me when and where, and I will blow that hole wide open," she said before leaning over to give him a kiss. "I will not only do anything you want, I will take your fantasy to places your imagination has never dreamed of."

"Sounds like a 'yes'" Carl deduced playfully.

Krasa sat up and refilled the two glasses of champagne. She handed a glass to Carl and held her up for a toast. "It's not just a yes," she said. "It's a promise." Carl knew she meant it. Two glasses touched in agreement. This evening wasn't over and they both knew this wouldn't be the last.

"I have an incessant sweet tooth," she said. "And it's kicking in again big time." She reached for the tiramisu with one hand and Carl's dick with the other. "I'm ready for more.

Several hours later, the sun began to rise about the time the dessert was finished. Carl and Krasa held each other tenderly in blissful exhaustion. Sweet remnants of the evening covered their bodies and the sheets. It was a night they would never forget.

MONDAY 

Carl arrived early to work. Beyond the appointments and demands of the second week of his new job, he had a lot to do to make a dream, or fantasy, come true. 

He stopped by Steve's desk. "May I have a seat?"

"You bet Carl. Congratulations on your first week here at the firm."

"Thanks," Carl said. Steve had no way of knowing how appropriate his congratulations were.

Carl began by double-checking some work related procedures and questions with Steve. They were the kinds of questions anyone new to the company would ask as they moved more deeply into the work. Almost a half an hour passed before Krasa stepped off of the elevator and into the room. She was radiant, somehow even more so than usual. Steve and Carl both stared, along with most everyone else in the room. Krasa made a point of walking past Steve's desk on the way to her own.

"Good morning boys," she said with a wink toward Carl.

"Good morning Krasa," the two men said in unison.

"How was your weekend?"

"Nice. Nothing special. You know, the usual," Steve said.

"It was the best I can remember," Carl answered with a smile. "Thanks for dinner."

"Shhhh," Krasa whispered playfully. That's our little secret. Although I've thought of another dish I'd like to try out on you." With another wink, Krasa continued toward her desk.

"Dinner?" Steve asked surprised. "You two had dinner?"

"At her place," Carl confided. 

Steve looked stunned. "At her place? You're ..."

"Breakfast was good too," Carl added.

"What the..., how did....., " Steve stammered for words.

"I'd rather not talk about it," Carl said. "We have a nice little thing started."

"Damn, I owe you a month of lunches." A week before, Carl suggested he might have a date with Krasa within a week. Steve wagered a month of lunches. No one in the office had ever secured a date with Krasa after years of trying. To do so after a week would be like flying to Mars in a balloon.

"Actually, I'd like to invite you to a little lunch opportunity tomorrow," Carl said. "It's the least I can do for all your help last week as I was getting started."

"You don't have to do that," Steve said. I'm just doing what people did for me when I started here."

"Yeah, that's good, but I'd really like to. I think you will like it."

"What do you have in mind?" Steve asked.

"Just an intimate lunch with Krasa, and maybe one other girl," Carl said. "By intimate, I mean very intimate."

Steve sat up in his chair and leaned over to whisper. "What are you talking about?"

"This feels a little awkward, but I'll just be straight with you Steve. Last week you basically told me you would love to have your way with Krasa, am I right?"

"Basically. Me and any guy with an ounce of testosterone in his system. Why?"

"I just need to be sure that if I set it up for noon tomorrow for your lunch break, you'll show up."

"Set what up?"

"To have Krasa eager to satisfy any desire you have."

"You're fucking with me," he said continuing his whisper. The idea was inconceivable. 

"Yes or no?" Carl asked. "If you're not interested, I'm sure I can find someone else who is."

"Damn right, I'm interested," Steve said.

"There are a couple conditions," Carl said.

"Name 'em," Steve said.

"She can't ever know it's you." 

"How does that happen?" Steve asked.

"She will be blindfolded, so she won't be able to see you. That also means no talking or recognizable sounds. Let me know what you want and I'll take it from there."

"Damn," Steve said. "That's bad ass."

"Second, there may be one other woman with us."

"The more the merrier," Steve said excitedly.

"If she is there, she is under no obligation to either of us sexually, in the moment or in the future."

"You're not kidding about all of this," Steve said.

"In the week you've known me, have you heard me say anything I didn't mean?"

"I don't know how you do it," Steve said. "How did you get Krasa to agree? " 

"Doesn't matter." 

"I owe you big time," Steve said.

"Yes you do," Carl said. "You can enjoy her, but only under these conditions. Deal?"

"You have my word."

"Great. Let your imagination run today and I'll fill you in with more details tomorrow morning." Carl got up and walked back to his desk. Steve couldn't believe what just happened. He couldn't believe what was promised for tomorrow. 

Later in the morning, Carl stopped by Carrie's desk, his administrative assistant.

"Hi Carl. Welcome to your second week. How's it going?"

"Great, Carrie. I'm enjoying it here very much."

"That's wonderful. What can I help you with today?"

"Actually, I just wanted to say thank you for how nice and helpful you have been getting me started here last week."

"Thanks Carl. Glad to do it. That's why I'm here."

"I appreciate it. In fact, I wanted to extend an invitation to you to reciprocate your kindness."

"That's nice, but you don't have to."

"I'd like to, at least if it is something you are interested in," Carl explained. "If not, no worries."

"OK, what is it?"

"Its a little awkward and personal, so let me just put it out there. Last week you mentioned that some women you know think Krasa is so beautiful that they would even be tempted to have their way with her if given the chance." 

"Yeah," she said, feeling some of the awkwardness.

"If I can be so bold, I detected some of your own interest."

"I'm married," she said holding her ring finger up again.

"Oh, I know," Carl said. "Please stop me if I misinterpreted what you said or if you have no interest in an opportunity to have your way with Krasa with no strings attached."

"Go on," Carrie said feeling curious but more awkward.

'If you are interested, I can give you that opportunity tomorrow during your lunch hour in an elegant setting. She will do anything you want, and let you do anything you want, with no strings attached. Even better, she won't know its you."

Carrie gave away her interest with a smile. She whispered, "How would that happen?" 

"She will be blindfolded, and eager to do anything you want," Carl explained. There are just a couple conditions," Carl said. "First, she can never know it is you. That means, there can be no talking or recognizable sounds. You simply let me know what you want and I'll take it from there." 

"You want me to tell you what I want to do with Krasa sexually?"

"It's for your own protection. She can't ever know it is you. But, it's a little secret you'll always have on her," Carl explained. "Because she'll never know, don't be shy or hold back. She will gladly do anything you ask." 

Carrie smiled devilishly. "OK, what else," she asked.

"Second, that means I'll be there. There will be four of us: you, Krasa, me and one other guy who is getting the same opportunity with Krasa I am giving you. It is completely safe."

Carrie looked unsure. It was one thing to be able to have her way with Krasa, it was another to have other people there watching. "I don't know."

"Here's the deal: you are completely in control. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, period. You are there to have your way with Krasa. Anything else is up to you. It's your call. At the same time, you have the freedom to do anything you do want to. You walk in the room with a blank check."

Carrie felt reassured by the rare invitation. She wondered if secretly having her way recreationally with another woman would be cheating on her husband. She rationalized the possibility. There had been times when she had fantasized about Krasa while her husband licked her to orgasm. She also knew her husband dreamed about Carrie in a threesome with another woman. Not only did she convince herself he would he be OK with it, she knew he would like to watch.

"One more condition," Carl continued. "The moment any one of us walk through the door, all clothing is removed. That gives Krasa full access to anything you might want. It also gives you full access to whatever you want. More than anything, it means everyone is equally committed." 

Carl could see Carrie's wheels turning. The proposal came out of nowhere. "Think about it and let me know by noon," Carl said. "There is no pressure. If you decide not to, then we never had this conversation. If you decide you want her tomorrow, I'll fill you in on the details." Carl smiled and returned to his desk.

Carrie looked across the room at Krasa. She did indeed look radiant. Except for one drunken night in her university sorority, she had never been with another woman. At the same time, her foggy memory of that night was amazing. The group of young woman became sisters for life that night.

Measuring the benefits against the risks distracted Carrie from her work for an hour and a half. She knew immediately what she wanted, it took the rest of the time to muster the courage to live on the edge in ways she hadn't since college. She walked over to Carl's desk and sat down on chair. "I can't believe I'm saying this," she said, "but I'll take you up on your offer."

"I'm glad," Carl said. "Come ready to enjoy your lunch tomorrow. I'll fill you in on all you need to know in the morning."

"That's it?"

"That's it," Carl said. "Oh, one more thing. Can you clear Krasa's afternoon calendar for tomorrow and all day Wednesday? I have a suspicion something may come up that will make her unavailable to keep any appointments."

"Consider it cleared," she said. "I think I may owe you big time for this," she added.

"I may take you up on that," Carl said.

"I may let you," she said impressed with the quick influence of the new employee.

Carl enjoyed seeing his plan coming together nicely. Spending much of the weekend in Krasa's arms gave him no reason to delay taking her up on her generous fantasy offer. He walked over to her desk and sat down.

"You look amazing," he complemented.

"I know," she said with genuine confidence. 

"Thank you again for dinner and breakfast."

"You're more than welcome."

"It has created a bit of a challenge for me," he said playfully.

"Oh yeah, what kind of challenge?"

"It's just hard to enjoy a meal now without your added touch," he said.

"I know what you mean," she said. "So, what about that fantasy of yours?" she asked. I hope we won't wait to long to make it a reality."

"Actually, that's why I stopped by," he said. "Would an 11:00 off-site meeting with you that might spill over into lunch work with your schedule tomorrow?"

"You aren't wasting any time," she said. "I like that. Seeing the urgency of this meeting , I think I can move some things around to make it work. Any more details?"

"Come to work ready to make a dream come true," he said. "I'll fill you in on the rest in the morning."

"Dream big, Mystery Man.

TUESDAY

The four each came to work feeling momentous anticipation. The suspense was palpable. Steve and Carrie watched Krasa step off the elevator and walk across the room with unprecedented confidence, even for her. She wore a bold low-cut royal blue dress that bared her back and barely covered her ass with matching four-inch blue stilettos. She looked like she was ready to take on the world and win. In truth, she felt like it. A man who barged into her life a week before was about to reveal his most intimate fantasy, and she would have the distinct joy to bring it to life. She was ready to do anything to make that happen. 

Unaware of the other, both Carrie and Steve had spent the evening fantasizing the possibilities with Krasa. It was a rare opportunity and they were ready to make the most of it. Krasa enjoyed feeling every eye in the room lusting on her. She had no idea that to bring Carl's fantasy to life would also require satisfying the sexual appetites of two of these colleagues. It would be a day none of them would forget.

Carl wasted no time approaching Krasa as soon as she settled in to her cubicle. Steve and Carrie each tried to watch inconspicuously. They wondered what was he saying to her. How did he seduce her so completely in days, when others had tried unsuccessfully for years? Would she be happy or begrudging to see Carl?

Carl sat down at Krasa's desk. Krasa's face lit up with a large smile. He handed her a manila folder with a memo and small package inside. 

"What's this?" she asked with a wink.

"Everything you will need to be prepped for our 11:00," he answered to conceal the true nature of the rendezvous from anyone in the office who may overhear.

"Thank you. I appreciate that," she said genuinely.

"You may want to glance at the memo in case you have any questions," he advised.

She looked down at the page. It instructed her to arrive at the downtown Ritz Carlton Hotel one block from the office no later than 11:00 am. She looked up at the clock on her desk. It read 9:15. The fantasy would begin in less than two hours. She looked over to Carl. "I have afternoon appointments I should probably cancel in case this goes long," she said.

"Already rescheduled," he said. "Apparently something came up that required you to be out of the office unexpectedly. Just in case it goes long, tomorrow's appointments have also been cleared."

Krasa confirmed it with a glance at the calendar on her computer screen. "Impressive," she complemented with a smile. She felt her pussy tingle at Carl's initiative. She looked back down to the memo. It instructed that she was to let herself in to room 969 using the key provided in the package. Once in the room, she should make herself comfortable, relax and enjoy its amenities, including the bar. 

"Sounds nice," she said.

"Go on," he encouraged.

She turned the memo over to continue reading. After making herself comfortable in the room, she was expected to be completely disrobed and sitting in the center of the large plush king bed, ready for Carl's arrival at 11:30. To maintain the mysterious nature of the fantasy, the blindfold inside should be on before Carl's arrival, eliminating any ability for her to see.




Seducing Beauty Ch. 02



"Oh my," Krasa said softly.

"I'm letting you read it now, just in case you are having second thoughts and ..."

Krasa put her hand up to interrupt Carl. "That's sweet Carl," she said in an assertive whisper. "But I have no intention of backing out now," she said. "Since our dinner, I haven't stopped thinking about the possibilities of what this might mean. When I leave through these doors in an hour and a half, Alice will have left the building."

They both laughed. 

"I'll see you there at 11:30 then," Carl promised.

"How will I know if it's you?" she asked, picturing herself in the center of the bed wearing only a blindfold.

"You won't," Carl answered. "And you won't know if it's only me." Carl smiled.

"More mystery."

Carl went back to his desk and worked for an hour. Krasa, Steve and Carrie's productivity was useless all morning. Steve's felt imprisoned at his desk due to his continual erection from the moment Krasa stepped off the elevator. He couldn't resist stealing regular glances. Nor could Carrie. They both knew she was dressed for lunch; they also knew she had no idea who she would be serving. A brief cryptic group email from Carl arrived to Steve and Carrie at 10:30. "The lunch appointment with our client is scheduled at the Ritz Carlton. Please meet me in the lobby at 11:30 sharp to make the most of our time." The email not only announced the time and place, but the recipients joining in the adventure.

Steve and Carrie immediately looked up toward one another, each blushing when they caught each other's eyes. Steve had always found Carrie attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. Her marital status and work focus kept him from ever pursuing her. Carrie also found Steve attractive, in a platonic way. She always kept things professional to never inadvertently lead anyone on. The discovery of a shared illicit secret in the short email just changed their work relationship forever. While their lustful imaginations had been focused on Krasa, neither could resist a new curiosity about the other. 

Fifteen minutes later, Carl, Steve and Carrie all watched Krasa ceremoniously close down the computer at her desk, turn her lamp off and stand up to make her exit. She looked over to Carl and smiled. He watched as she seductively ran her hands down the length of her dress as if straightening it. With a wink and resolve, she made her way toward the elevators and into his fantasy.

Carrie and Steve both felt a new flurry of nervous butterflies. This is really happening, they each thought to themselves. From everything they could tell, Krasa was as turned on and eager as they were. After the elevator doors closed, Steve and Carrie both looked over toward Carl. The three shared knowing smiles and a scandalous secret. In an hour, they would share much more.

Krasa enjoyed the walk down the block toward the hotel. She had waited for this moment since Carl answered her question of his deepest fantasy. She knew her question would be an invitation. She was glad he took her up on it. She walked through the swanky ornate hotel lobby and stepped into the elevator. "Nine please." The operator tried to hide his lust, but failed. The elevator soon sounded its arrival, the doors opened and she walked down the long hallway toward a new destiny. She waved the card in front of the door and walked in to the lavish suite. The first room had a large leather couch in front of a flat screen television, a small dining table and a fully stocked bar. She put her purse down and poured a scotch before continuing her luxury tour. A doorway let to an expansive bedroom with a large king bed in the middle and Jacuzzi near windows overlooking the city. A walk-in closet offered two plush robes and space enough for a small bedroom. The bathroom was covered in marble, with a large rounded double-headed shower. Carl's fantasy spared no expense. She finished her first scotch and returned to the living room for a second.

The three colleagues arrived to the lobby within minutes of one another. Steve and Carrie both felt anxious exhilaration. "Glad you both could come," Carl said calmly. 

"I can't believe I am here and we're doing this," Carrie blurted out.

Steve nodded.

"There's no pressure," Carl said. "Krasa is waiting for us in a suite upstairs. She will be undressed, on the bed and wearing a blindfold." Steve and Carrie looked at each other in disbelief at his words. "She doesn't yet know you are coming, but is ready for anything. She will gladly oblige whatever you want."

"Damn," Steve said. "I still can't believe this."

"You know the conditions," Carl reasserted. "No talking and all clothes are off the moment we enter the suite."

They both nodded.

"Carrie, for you, anything goes. Steve, you can enjoy anything you want from Krasa and anything else initiated toward you." Sexual tension bounced between Steve and Carrie like a pinball. "Stepping onto the elevator means your complete agreement and secrecy. Walking through the door of the suite means there is no turning back."

Upstairs, Krasa felt lonely in the luxury room by herself. She looked at the round Swiss clock over the bar. The minute hand hovered just past the numeric 25. The second hand kept its march around the dial. "Its show time," she said throwing back her third scotch. She enjoyed the feel of the warm buzz throughout her body. She reached down, pulled her skimpy dress over her head and laid it over the top of one of the chairs at the table. She admired the view of her exquisite body in the window's reflection. She leaned over to remove her shoes, one at a time before sliding the small thong down her long legs and placed it on top of the dress. She picked up the blindfold from the package and walked unclothed into the bedroom.

"Nine please," Carl said as the three colleagues stepped into the elevator together. The operator was still fantasizing about the last person he heard say those words. Carl waved the keycard in front of the door and turned the handle. The three entered the room. Carrie and Steve both gasped at the elegance of the suite. "You know what to do," he instructed matter-of-factly as he began unbuttoning his own shirt. 

Steve and Carrie felt awkward as they began to undress. They would be fully exposed to each other. There was no reason to look away. Steve was impressed with Carrie's petite fit body. Carrie admired Steve's muscular physique, especially his large readied dick. 

"Would you like a drink?" Carl asked. They walked to the bar to accept the offer. Krasa's recognizable dress hanging over the chair confirmed what Carl had promised. They both looked through the doorway to catch a glimpse of her familiar but naked body waiting for them in the middle of the large king bed. The three toasted, threw back the drink and walked together into the bedroom.

"Hello Beautiful," Carl said.

"Hello Mystery Man," she answered with a smile to his recognizable voice. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Carl asked.

"Not as much as I am going to be."

"You sound ready to get this party started."

"Very." She moved herself to a kneeling position and raised herself up. "My pussy is soaked and ready for you." She ran her long fingers over her moist love box.

Carrie and Steve marveled at the conversation.

"Hungry?" Carl asked.

"Ravenous," she said licking her lips. "Like I was Saturday night."

Carl directed Carrie to position herself on her back in front of Krasa on the expansive bed.

"Then your first meal is lying in front of you. I want you to consume it like you have always dreamed someone would eat your own pussy, because it is a pussy eager to be taken." Krasa was surprised to find she was sharing the bed with another woman. Carl had said anything was possible. He wasted no time proving it. Krasa's hands discovered Carrie's open legs in front of her. Krasa felt her way up the legs toward the prize. Goose bumps covered Carrie's body at Krasa's soft touch. 

Krasa smiled hungrily as she leaned forward to lower her face to Carrie's pussy, leaving her ass high in the air. She felt movement on the bed behind her. "As you do," Carl continued, "it's time for the party to get started behind you." Krasa realized the direction of Carl's voice meant it was someone else's dick closing in on her cunt. 

"This is a party," she said. 

"And it's just getting started," Carl said.

Krasa used her long fingers to spread Carrie's vaginal lips and breathed in the aroma of the wet pussy in front of her. She had never had another woman before. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about it, but her hunger for men always won out. Carl's words inspired the challenge. Whoever's cunt this was, she would treat it like it was her own. She lowered her mouth to French kiss her first pussy. Carrie exhaled at the touch, desperate to moan.

Steve's muscular body moved in behind Krasa. Her bare ass was more beautiful than he had imagined in the many wet dreams she had inspired. His dick honed into her pussy like a heat-seeking missile. Krasa gasped as the girth of his member penetrated her love box. Steve reached around her body to take one of her tits in his hand as his hips moved his engorged member in and out of her hungry lubricated pussy. Steve and Krasa's bodies moved in rhythm, creating a cadence of Krasa's tongue on Carrie's pussy. The sexual anticipation of the last 24 hours brought the three toward orgasm quickly. There was a shared blissfulness that filled the room. Krasa's body buzzed at the center of the threesome. Steve squinted his face, dying to cry out in pleasure. Carrie's body squirmed in delight. She would never have imagined she was Krasa's first. Krassa moaned, expressing the pleasure for the three. 

Krasa reached back underneath her pussy to take hold of Steve's swollen balls as he moved back and forth into her. She squeezed them lightly, intensifying the agony of his pleasure. Her tongue continued its assault on Carrie's pussy. She regretted waiting this long to have her first snatch. Steve and Carrie thought they were there to have their way with Krasa, but she was having her way with them. They were both lost under her spell.

Carrie's body quaked as the orgasmic rapture began to consume her body. She ran her fingers through Krasa's hair and pulled her face into her pussy. She squirmed in desperation to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Krasa drank in her sweet honey, lapping up every drop. The vibration of Carrie's orgasm, pleasure of her taste and Steve's continuing action sent Krasa over the edge. Steve pumped her pussy harder, siphoning all he could draw from her loveliness. Her erect nipples ached; her ample round tits slapped against each other. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "Fuck me." Steve obliged, until he could hold his own juices back no longer. He pressed his lips together to keep from shouting. He had dreamed of this moment many times. He had fantasized emptying his seed deep into the recesses of this beautiful creature who relentlessly teased without any recourse. Sheer satisfaction and pleasure defined the moment.

All three were spent but electrified. Carl directed Krasa to lay on her back with her arms and legs outstretched. Carl invited Carrie to help herself to the banquet of Krasa's well-fucked pussy. Steve knelt beside Krasa's face, positioning his dick against her thick lips. Carl straddled her abs before pushing his fresh hard member forward between her gorgeous melons. His dick disappeared between them as he brought them together as one. Krasa turned her head to take Steve's semi-hard dick into her mouth before sucking it deeper toward her hungry throat.

Carrie wasted no time reciprocating Krasa's masterful attention to her pussy. She discovered the cream-filling surprise of Steve's cum that poured out in response to Carrie's thirst. She chose to enjoy the added bonus by swallowing all she could as her mouth and tongue engaged Krasa's love box. 

Krasa loved the feel of Steve's cock in her mouth, and consumed it hungrily. She tasted the coating of her own juices on his member. Steve gladly responded to satisfy her hunger. His dick quickly resumed its size to fill her mouth as it had her pussy. Steve fucked her mouth; Krasa moved her lips and tongue to try to take control. Her breasts enveloped Carl's cock as he fucked her tits. She was helpless to the three-pronged assault. Her body was a fucking fantasy machine. She was in heaven.

Carl was the first to give. "Aaauuuugggghhhh!" He yelled. Thick cum coated the channel between her melons, lubricating it for more action. Each pass unloaded another large stream of warm cream into the cleavage. The overflow of his warm juices poured toward her neck and shoulders. 

Krasa's ass began to buck from Carrie's oral love. Carrie buried her face into her wet pussy. She knew she had her and wanted every drop. Her tongue moved up and down the length of her love box, with focused attention on the button of her clit. Krasa could hold it no longer. For three years Carrie watched Krasa flaunt her bombshell body as if it were untouchable. Now, she was freely enjoying the taste of Krasa's sweet nectar as it poured from her enviable body. Carrie basked in the moment. Whatever Krasa would ever say or do, Carrie would always know she owned her in this moment. 

Krasa gasped for air from Carrie's relentless licking, while Steve's cock continued like a piston in her mouth. Suddenly Krasa felt warm thick cum coat her throat. She wrapped her lips more tightly around pounding his cock. The first loads were long thick streams. Steve continued, knowing this opportunity would probably never come again. She took the length of his cock as he drilled toward the back of her throat. She worked to swallow each large deposit that filled her mouth before the next one arrived. Suddenly Carl pulled her shaft from her mouth, shooting the next loads on her face. She worked to lick what she could with the reach of her tongue. Fresh loads continued to paint her face and blindfold before descending down her cheeks and chin.

The three collapsed together on the bed around Krasa. She had just spent an hour in passionate breath-taking fuck-fest with Carl and his two friends. The blindfold prevented her from ever being able to know who they were. "Had she met them before?" she wondered. "Would she be able to recognize them if their paths crossed?" Her other senses kicked into overdrive. She heard the deep breaths of two strangers and her mystery man. Their sweaty spent bodies intersected hers across the bed. The aroma of their bodies and love-making mixed together and filled the room.

The three smiled at each other in appreciation of all that had just happened. Steve disappointedly tapped his wrist as if pointing to a clock. Cassie was surprised by how quickly the lunch hour had passed, but was overwhelmed with gratitude for the experience. It would be a secret she would carry with her into the office. It made her wonder what possibilities of intimate rendezvous with other women could happen. She was convinced a little "girl time," wasn't cheating. It was just girls being girls. Who knows, maybe she could find a way to convince Krasa of what the duties of an assistant could include for her.

Steve couldn't resist running his hand along Krasa's body one more time. He massaged her nipples between his thumb and fingers. Krasa moaned. He leaned over to take her nipple lightly between his teeth before giving it a kiss.

Steve and Carrie both moved off the bed and returned to the suite's living room to get dressed again to make it back to the office in time for the afternoon's work. Carrie slapped him in the ass as they walked toward the couch to retrieve their clothing. Steve couldn't resist returning the gesture. If they both weren't so spent from their shared enjoyment of Krasa, they might easily have made use of the couch to take each other. Their shared secret would radically change their work relationship. 

Carl heard the outer door of the suite close behind the two colleagues hurrying to return back to work. The suite was now his to enjoy with Krasa to complete his fantasy. He removed her blindfold.

"I hope that's not all," she said. "It's not a bad start, but with your imagination I was hoping for much more to your fantasy," she teased.

"Not even close," Carl assured. "But I think it's time to enjoy that jacuzzi. Bring the Scotch," he said, "and meet me in the tub."

"Gladly," she said. Her body was covered in cum from the tryst. Carl turned on the jets and climbed in. Krasa seductively walked toward the tub, filled the two glasses, and joined Carl in the bubbly water. She handed him one of the filled glasses. "To a good start," she said with a wink. 

"And a much better finish," he added. The glasses connected and were emptied. The water gently massaged the outside of their bodies as the Scotch did its work inside. Their bodies tenderly bounced off each other in the current of bubbles. They refilled and drained another shot. Krasa's head spun in delight.

"Can I ask you a question?" he said as the bubbles and steam rose around them.

"Anything," she said. "This is your day."

"If dinner Saturday night was your most romantic fantasy"

"And the reality was better than I imagined," she interrupted. "Just thinking about it is making me hungry again."

"It made me wonder," he continued before a pause.

"What?" she said. 

"What's your most illicit fantasy?"

"Ooo," she said. "Illicit."

"Something that turns you on, but feels dangerous or out there."

Krasa blushed with a smile. Her face gave away the quickness of an answer.

"That's the one I want to hear about," he said.

"You're embarrassing me," she said feeling tipsy. "What's yours?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me yours?"

"Yes," she committed, blushing again, glad to buy a little time.

"A threesome," he said. "I had always fantasized about it, but never knew how to make it happen."

"You did better than that today," she said reflecting back on the foursome.

"Yours?" he asked again.

Krasa hesitated in her blush.

"Yours?" he asked again.

"Can we just play truth or dare?" she asked playfully, "I think I'll take the dare."

"You are," he said. "The truth is the dare. I just need to know what it is."

She realized his question was more than for his curiosity. Her answer would be an invitation. "Being tied up" she muttered. 

"What?" he asked.

"Being tied up," she answered shyly.

"Bondage?" he asked.

"More like gentle restraint," she corrected. "Nothing bizarre," she added with a giggle. 

"Nice," he said. "You are full of surprises."

"Right? Here I am, little Miss Control Freak. I think that's what turns me on about the idea. What could be more dangerous than giving up ultimate control?"

"True."

"There is something hot and arousing about the thought of being completely surrendered to the actions and desires of someone I trust," she added. 

"Sounds like you are getting turned on just talking about it."

Krasa blushed again. No words were necessary.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Do you think I would be here if I didn't?" she asked with a devilish smile. Her hand moved under the water to his lap. "And it doesn't look like I'm the only one turned on by the idea," she said as her fingers wrapped around his re-hardened member.

"No time like the present," he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked. She could tell he had something planned.

"Let's get dried off and I'll show you."

"I like the sound of that," she said.

They toweled each other off. "Why don't you order some light room service then join me on the bed," he asked. "I'll be right there." While Krasa made the quick call, Carl stopped in the closet quickly before meeting Krasa at the bed. As she turned around, she saw the two long soft bathrobe ties in his hands. 




Seducing Beauty Ch. 02



"Oh shit," she said playfully as she stood next to the bed naked and vulnerable. 

"I think we ought to start with your hands behind your back, don't you?" Carl asked confirming her assumption.

Krasa willingly obliged. She turned her back toward him to make it easier. Carl secured the knot around one wrist in the center of the long tie, before securing the second wrist next to it. "Nice," he said. "Can you get out of that?"

Krasa pulled both hands, attempting unsuccessfully to get out. She felt nervous, but aroused. "No," she answered. "You must have been a boy scout."

"Never thought it would come in this handy," he answered. He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her neck and tits. He playfully captured a nipple between his teeth and nibbled gently.

"Ow," she said faking the pain.

"I'm going to like this," he said.

"Whose idea was this?" she teased back.

He motioned for her to climb on the bed. "We're not done yet."

She knelt on the plush mattress, positioning herself in the center but near the foot of the bed. Her ass sat on her heals, with her hands tied behind her back and resting on the bottoms of her feet. "Cross your ankles for me please," Carl asked. Krasa silently cooperated. The crossing of her ankles behind her forced the spread of her knees in front of her. Carl climbed on the bed behind her. He secured her wrists to her ankles using the ends of the same long soft bathrobe tie. Krasa felt vulnerable, helpless and aroused.

Carl and Krasa heard a knock at the door. "Room Service," the announcement came from the other side of the door. Krasa's eyes got big. 

"That came fast," Carl said. "I better go get that."

"Wait," Krasa said. "You can't leave here like this."

Carl smiled. He walked into the closet, put on a robe and walked toward answering the door.

"Carl, wait! He'll see me." Krasa blushed as she heard Carl open the door. 

"Hi. Thanks. You can take it to the bedroom."

"No!" she thought to herself. "What's he doing?"

Krasa's faced turned bright red, sharing a blush with the surprised room service attendant as he entered the room. Krasa couldn't move. She was fully exposed with her tits and pussy jutting out toward him due to the way her wrists were tied to her ankles.

"You OK Ma'am?" he asked, trying to be polite.

"Having the time of my life," she said resigning to the awkwardness of the moment. For all she knew, he could have been the guy that fucked her earlier. "How about you?"

"Having the time of my life too," he said admiringly with a smile. He had never seen a body as exquisite as hers. Carl signed the bill, adding a generous tip. "Thank you sir," he said. He was more grateful for the gratuitous vision of Krasa on the bed than the 20% gratuity from the bill. 

"You son of a bitch," she said lightheartedly. "I am going to get you back for that," she promised.

"I have no doubt," Carl answered. "But look what you did for the imagination of that guy," he said. "I bet he has to change his pants before he gets back to the kitchen."

Krasa knew it was probably true. If it weren't for the continuing influence of the Scotch, she would probably be more upset. Instead she found herself aroused by the forced exhibitionism. 

"Hungry? Carl asked as he raised a small finger sandwich to her mouth. She took it into her mouth, playfully attempting to bite his finger.

"Ah, ah," he said. "You're not exactly in a position to get testy." They enjoyed the lunch as Carl served Krasa and helped himself to small nibbles and kisses on her body. The meal moved easily to dessert. Krasa leaned back onto the bed. The bathrobe tie held her wrists to her ankles, forcing her back to arch and her pussy to rise into the air unprotected "Fuck me," Krasa begged. Carl couldn't resist taking her pussy into his mouth, and working her clit with his tongue. Krasa squirmed helplessly in bliss. Her delight only encouraged his attention. Her large round nipples on each tit gathered into tall erections. "Oh shit, oh shit!" she yelled. 

Carl moved his dick to her wet cunt. He alternated between massaging the outside with the head of his dick, and thrusting deep into her. His mastery tortured her toward orgasm. Goose bumps covered her gorgeous body. "Harder Carl. Fuck me harder!" Carl pounded her pussy with his hammer dick. Krasa screamed in orgasmic nirvana. "yes, Yes, YES!" she shrieked in delight. Carl continued to siphon her love box until her body collapsed in surrender.

Carl turned her body toward the side of the tall plush bed. He positioned her shoulders at the edge so her head dropped comfortably over the side. He admired her beautiful body displayed defenselessly before him. She was completely surrendered and content. He stepped off the bed and stood in front of her. His fully recovered erect cock pulsated in front of her face and glistened with a thick coating of her cum. She opened her mouth to invite him to the best oral fucking of his life. Carl leaned over her body. His mouth took in her nipple and as much of her tit as he could while her mouth deep-throated his large thick shaft. He slowly and methodically moved his hips back and forth to fuck her face, gradually picking up speed. She pushed the head of his cock against the inside of her cheek with her tongue as it made its way to and from the back of her throat. He took hold of the other tit with his hand, almost as if to hold on in anticipation of the approaching volcanic orgasm. "Aaauuuuggggghhhhh!" he screamed as thick cum shot from the deepest recesses of his body down her thirsty throat. She hungrily swallowed each load as it filled her mouth. Small drips escaped out the corners of her mouth as his dick continued to pump in ecstasy. She reached for every drop with her tongue. Carl finally collapsed over her body exhausted. He was in paradise; He had never met anyone like Krasa. 

The rest of the afternoon, evening and the next morning were like riding a smooth endless wave of lust and passion. They basked in the unhurried freedom to make the most of the fantasy. It was the beginning of something beautiful.