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The Things Money Can't Buy Ch. 01

By: BoxesAndBlades



A few years ago I was in the cupboard under some stairs changing a customer's fuse box when I heard his wife's car pull up on the drive outside. James, the customer, had said his wife Karen would be home around 11.30 - so I was expecting her.

I'd known from a telephone conversation we'd had to arrange a day that Karen, the customer's wife, had a dry sense of humour, sounded young and bright - and liked a bit of a flirt. However, I had no idea what she looked like as she opened her front door.

"Hi, Ken - it's just Karen," she called in her light voice. "How're you getting on?"

I heard the door shut, the tinkle of keys and the click of heels on the tiles as I attempted to extricate myself from the cramped space I was working in.

"Yeah, OK," I started as I managed to stick my head out into the hallway. "I've just - " She was stunning: tall, blonde, pretty. "I've just - "

CRACK!

"Oh!" Karen said, putting a manicured hand to her mouth. I winced.

"I've just smacked my head on the door frame," I said, trying to make a joke out of it as I turned and looked at it accusingly. I put a hand to the point of impact.

"Are you alright?" Karen said, reaching out towards the lump I could feel forming.

"Yes, I'm - ah - OK, thanks," I said trying to concentrate on something other than the cleavage my client was displaying between the lapels of her dark blouse. "I've just removed the fuse box, so there's no power at the moment." I attempted a cheeky smile. "So you can't make me a brew."

Karen smiled and I forgot the sharp pain. 'I need more customers like this,' I thought.

"Never mind, let's have a look," she said moving the hand I held to my forehead. "You've cut yourself."

The skin was broken and there was a very small amount of blood there.

"Kenneth: kitchen, now," she ordered, smiling at me again.

I obeyed and she guided through to the kitchen. She cleaned the cut for what it was worth and then put a sticking plaster on it; the injury didn't warrant it, but I wanted to let her touch me, to feel her fingers on me.

As I manfully suffered her ministrations my senses took in Karen Edwards at close quarters. The first thing was her smell - whatever her perfume was it was light and sweet and when she leaned in closer it filled my nostrils with its summeriness. The other thing I couldn't avoid when she leaned in closer was that cleavage again. It filled my vision as her perfume filled my nostrils, two smooth and full breasts framed by a black satin blouse. Whilst trying not to look (honest) I thought I glimpsed the black material of her bra, too. As she turned to get the first aid box, I took in the tight grey skirt that hugged her hips and thighs, the bottom edge of her buttock clearly definable as she walked. The skirt ended just above the knee, and black, high-denier tights ran down to plain black shiny leather heels.

All the while she made little ironic jokes and just generally flirted with me. I wasn't used to this - and I wasn't complaining - but I felt a little guilty as I flirted back: Karen was a married woman after all.

She brought over the biscuit tin and we carried on our banter over some Hob-Nobs, her open face, pretty smile and sparkling blue eyes imprinting themselves on my mind. Her blonde hair was cut into a longish, classy bob and her fingers, neck and ears sparkled with white gold. She had a trim figure and held herself confidently - and she knew it, too. She was no shy thing, but was mischievous and teasing in her manner.

I resolved to finish Mrs Edwards' job as soon as possible. Smitten as I was, I was already considering giving her a discount; being on the receiving end of half a dozen of those smiles was worth a few pounds less in my back pocket any day.

A few hours later, the power was back on and she brought me a cup of tea and we had another 20 minutes of flirting. She told me she had been married for 18 months to her childhood sweetheart, and that he had a very good job in the city centre - hence the private-plated Mini Cooper on the drive and the preponderance of electronic gizmos around the house. She didn't work as her husband, James, insisted that she didn't have to, that one day she would be an at-home Mum for a little boy and a little girl, but until then she should just relax, do what she wanted, when she wanted and enjoy herself.

"Which I am," she said, smiling at me again. "Nearly finished?"

"Yeah - I've just got the testing to do," I said, handing her my cup.

"Ooh - testing! Nothing too demanding I hope?" she said with a wink as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"No, just the standard stuff; won't take long, and I'll be out of your hair soon."

"Oh don't worry, Ken, you're not in my hair..." she said poking her head round the door, "...yet."

I was convinced I was going to blush; I hastily took myself off to my cupboard under the stairs to start the testing.

We've all seen those cheesy old Seventies Brit-flicks like 'Confessions of a Window Cleaner' or 'Confessions of a Jammy Electrician', and I'd joked with my mates and fellow tradesmen about the fantasy of the attractive female customer whose husband is away on business and wants to pay in sexual favours, but it didn't really happen, did it? A woman like this could pay a pretty big bill with a relatively small favour.

I busied myself with my work and tried to push such delusional thoughts from my mind.

Eventually, I finished and, as I cleared up my tools, my mind became turmoil again. Karen was gorgeous and it had been a long time since anyone had spoken to me in such a way - let alone someone this attractive - and the funny feeling in my gut told me I fancied her; that and the bulge in my trousers. The analytical, professional part of me was calmly saying 'yes, she's very attractive, but she's also very married and you can't do anything about it. It's just a crush: get over it. The primordial, impulsive part of me was saying 'tits, ass, smile, bra, hips, eyes, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

"What do I owe you, Kenneth?" Nobody called me Kenneth, not even my Mum, and it wasn't helping; it was intimate, something unique between the two of us. She was leaning on the wall, and she hadn't taken her heels off yet.

"Erm, I'll just go and work it out in the van," I said as I passed her. I'll swear she must have moved as I did so as I felt my bare arm brush against her chest.

"Sorry," we said together.

My eyes darted round to look at what I had brushed against, before they flicked guiltily back up to my customer's face where they should have been.

"Don't worry about it," Karen said, not embarrassed in the slightest.

I, however, felt the scarlet progressing up my face again and I hurried out to the van.

I threw my tools in willy-nilly and started with the ball-park figure I'd quoted a week ago. I added 20% because Karen had told me her husband was loaded, instantly discounted 20% because I felt guilty, and knocked another 20% off just because Karen was a beautiful woman. My accountant would slap me if he knew this was how I did my billing.

"£400, Karen; is that alright?"

"That's absolutely fine," she said, smiling. I love it when customers smile - especially when they're as pretty as Karen. "I'll get my purse."

Her face fell.

"Oh, Ken! I forgot to go to the bank!"

-

The following day, Karen texted me to say she had the money in her hand waiting for me, and I duly arrived at her house at 7.30pm as arranged.

She welcomed me in and I immediately got the impression that this was going to be different to my usual transactions. For a start, I was ushered into the living room and offered coffee and a meal.

"James is away in Düsseldorf for a few days, and my dinner's nearly ready - it's no bother, honestly."

I was back in the realms of 'Confessions of an Unfeasibly Lucky Tradesman' again, and I declined, not wishing to disturb her evening. I'll be honest: I didn't decline with any sort of conviction and five minutes later I was sat at Karen's dining table telling her how good her cannelloni was.

Sitting across from her, enjoying her wit and dazzling looks, I was half-expecting to feel a stockinged foot on my groin, but I made it through the meal unsullied. 'She must get used to people fancying her,' I thought, just happy to be able to spend a little more time with her.

I looked at my watch. "Jesus, Karen - it's ten o'clock! I'd better be going."

But she wouldn't let me.

It turned out I was an 'Unfeasibly Lucky Tradesman'. She begged, she pleaded, she physically tried to push me onto the couch. The Lord alone knew what I'd done to deserve this attention, and in different circumstances I'd have offered no resistance, but the circumstances were this: Karen was married, and - as such - I couldn't lay a finger on her.

I explained this to her, but she wouldn't pay me with money - in fact she point-blank refused. She would only pay with her body. Scowling, I left without my £400; more importantly though, I'd left Karen with her knickers on.

The next day, my mood changed. I thought about what Karen was suggesting, and realised that my anger was born of frustration: Karen was offering everything I wanted on a plate, but I couldn't take it because she was married.

I started thinking around the problem of Karen being married, how could we remove it from the equation? Leaving James or getting a divorce were long term solutions, Karen becoming a widow was too improbable and sinister; marriage was a permanent fixture in the problem.

Could we remove the sleeping together aspect? No, that's self-defeating: I want to fuck her, I want to give her orgasms, and I want her to make me cum - how will that happen if we're not intimate? How can we do that without touching?

I smiled. I'd had an idea.

"How can Karen be cheating, if we never touch each other?"

-

Karen let me in. She smiled, clearly pleased to see me, but nervous about how my re-appearance might pan out. Wordlessly, she followed me into the living room. I looked at her with my 'serious' face: what I was going to propose would only work if we both respected the one condition implicitly.

"I've thought about what you said, Karen," I said gravely. "I cannot sleep with you, Karen. As much as I want to - as much as you want to - you're married and I'm not laying a finger on you."

Karen looked away, her hands going to her pearl necklace to fidget with it.

"But I will accept something else that doesn't involve you cheating on Ja... - your husband - in lieu of the money you owe me." I couldn't say his name.

She looked back up at me sharply and took a deep breath. I paused as I looked at her heaving chest.

"Ken - what?"

"I won't lay a finger on you, and you won't lay a finger on me, but I'm still taking payment from you, Karen."

She blushed. "What do you mean?" she said, confused.

I put my hands in my jacket pocket and held up what I removed from them: two pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold and a silk scarf.

"Take your glasses off and put these on," I said throwing her one pair of cuffs, "and then I'll show you."

Five minutes later, I'd watched Karen nervously clasp both bracelets over her wrists, fasten the second pair above her ankles and pull the black, elasticated blindfold down over her eyes - all at my behest.

Karen sat on the couch, her wrists and her ankles joined together by short chains and robbed of her sight. Her breathing had settled down, and I watched her breasts gently rise and fall beneath her black satin blouse. She hadn't complained and had done everything I'd asked. 

"Stand up, Karen," I said, "and hold your hands out."

She did so and I took hold of the chain between her wrists. "Walk," I said pulling her after me towards the stuffed leather armchair I'd pulled into the centre of the room. Karen followed her pulled handcuffs, little steps all she could manage with the other cuffs hobbling her, until she walked into the back of the armchair, the tops of her legs coming to rest against its rolled-over top.

"Open your mouth, Karen."

She swallowed, obviously having realised what the silk scarf was for, and opened up.

I reached round and pulled the taut length of the scarf back into Karen's mouth. She bit down on the large knot I'd tied into the middle of it as I pulled the ends round behind her head and tied them firmly at the back of her neck.

"Lean forwards, Karen, over the back of the chair."

Her hands found the chair, and she slid her hands down the vertical cushion to support herself as she bent over. Her heels skittered backwards slightly as her torso went lower than her ass and her centre of gravity shifted. I looked at that ass; this was where I'd have to be sure of myself, that I could rely on my willpower not to touch Karen.

Karen's bottom was round and exposed in front of me, the black knee-length skirt she wore stretched tight from the tops of her thighs and over her buttocks. The zip tempted me, and I wanted to pull it from her waist band up to the highest part of her ass, to remove it and expose the next layers of Karen's dignity.

I took a deep breath and compartmentalised the primeval part of my brain that was cycling images of Karen and myself coupled and rutting like animals. My resolve held.

"Thank you, Karen," I said, walking round to the seat of the chair where Karen was propping herself up with her hands. Her blonde ponytail fell down the left side of her face, exposing the black knot and loose ends of the scarf. I knelt down and brought my head close in to hers.

"You've been naughty, Karen, very naughty. You can't deny a man a living wage, and neither can you promise him things that he can't take." I paused, hoping I wasn't being too melodramatic, hoping that Karen wanted to play along and would do so. I removed a stout black leather paddle from my back pocket.

"So I'm going to teach you a little lesson, Karen: if you're not prepared to pay in cash, I'll take payment out of your helpless body." Karen breathed more rapidly, and only through her nose. "Do you understand?"

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding.

"Good," I said, standing and returning to Karen's upraised ass. "This is what you've asked for, Karen. I hope you find it worthwhile."

I spanked her hard with the paddle.

-

For fifteen minutes, as my customer's front room reverberated to the sharp crack of occasional spanks, Karen cried out and moaned; she quivered and shook, she jumped and struggled, and her fists opened and closed spasmodically as her eyes did the same - but she didn't say 'STOP!'

My arm was tiring - even for someone used to spending all day rotating a screwdriver - and I ached with lust. This sort of thing wasn't something I'd considered before, but it was hot, a turn-on like I'd never have believed. I had a gorgeous blonde, sexy in her fully-clothed secretary outfit, bent over in front of me, her helpless bottom anticipating my punishment smacks - and she was enjoying it. The only downside I could think of was whether I had the willpower to refrain from hiking up her skirt and shoving my dick into her. I wondered how wet it was, and this didn't help. I asked her.

"Are you wet, Karen?" I said as I landed another stinging blow.

"MMMM! 'es!"

"Would you like my cock inside you?" SMACK!

"MMMMM!! 'es!"

"My hard prick filling your pussy, pounding you hard?" SMACK!

"MMMM!! 'es! 'es! 'ease!"

"Pounding you hard until you came?" SMACK! "Until I filled you with my spunk?" SMACK!

"MMM! 'e - MMMM! 'es!! 'es!!"

"Tough," I said, and tossed the paddle over her so that it landed on the sofa in front of her where she could see it. I shifted on my feet, alternating my weight nervously, as my testosterone threatened to get the better of me. Karen saw the paddle and realised her first spanking was over.

"NNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!" she groaned. Her legs shook and her head snapped back. I watched her ass, wondering how much the skin stung after my ministrations, wondering if she'd got as big a kick out of that as I had, wondering if that combination of grunt, shaking leg and thrown-back head was frustration, relief or orgasm. Whatever it was, it lasted four or five seconds, and then she rested her forehead on the brown leather seat in front of her. She breathed hard and deep.

I was transfixed.

-

With some effort, I tore my consciousness away from the red-blooded desire to fuck for long enough to attend to Karen. I undid the gag and removed the blindfold, although she didn't look up just yet, and I left her, still sprawled over the back of the chair, until I knew she was ready to move.

When she did look up, her face was flushed and her mascara slightly smudged, but she managed to focus on me. She smiled - and I was astonished to discover that seeing simple action was the biggest turn-on of the evening for me. Perhaps it was because we'd done it, we'd managed to not touch each other; perhaps it was because I knew that if we'd managed it once, we could manage it again - and again and again.

"Get me up," Karen whispered. I hadn't considered this, but with both her hands and her calves cuffed together, she was going to struggle to get herself up from the back of the chair. Now I thought about it, without touching her, I was also going to struggle to help her do so.

"Ah," I said, as I tried to think.

"Pull my hair," Karen said, with that devilish grin that had led to this in the first place.

"I can't touch you, Karen," I said shrugging. "Can you sort of wiggle your hands backwards and push yourself upright that way?"

She shook her head.

"Pull my hair; grab my pony-tail and pull me upright, Ken." She smiled again. "Hair is dead, Ken - touching my dead hair isn't the same as touching my living flesh." The word 'flesh' sent my subconscious into paroxysms of desire again, but I smiled at her suggested solution.

"OK," I said and stood just behind and to one side of her bent form.

"Ken?"

"Yes?"

"Pull as hard as you like," she said quietly, closing her eyes.

For about the third time this evening, I couldn't believe my luck; I prepared my stance and took a firm hold of her gathered blonde hair in my left fist. I took up the slack, pulling Karen's face clear of the leather. She gasped as I paused.

I pulled firmly and quite quickly, feeling the weight of her torso as her hair took the strain of lifting her upright.

"A-a-a-aah..." Karen whimpered softly. I thought my flies would burst.

After I'd let go of her, Karen flopped back down on the sofa in the more usual fashion, and used the keys to unlock both sets of cuffs that restrained her limbs.

"Free again," she said. She looked over at me slyly. "Am I also free from my obligation to you, Ken?"

I forced a smile, trying to play it as cool as I could.

"Oh no, not even close, Karen."

"What a shame," she said, putting her glasses back on.

The Things Money Can't Buy Ch. 02



Less than 24 hours after I'd thoroughly spanked my bound and gagged customer, I was back at her house with more ideas and more hardware. 

Karen's husband wasn't back from Dusseldorf for another four days, so she and I decided that we had enough time for her to pay her next instalment before he returned. If we'd been sensible, we'd have left it until he was next away; but we weren't sensible, we were full of lust and convinced ourselves that the red marks the paddle had left on her bottom would have time to vanish. 

When she'd opened the door, we'd both smiled with recognition and instantly blushed helplessly as the memories of last night flashed through our thoughts. Neither of us could maintain eye contact, and we looked away shyly. We knew we'd been naughty, but we knew it had been good - amazingly good. 

'Item 1: Small Talk' and 'Item 2: Dinner' were immediately scratched from the evening's agenda, and the order of business moved straight to 'Item 3: Karen Making Her Next Payment'. We eyed each other nervously, circling each other in our minds; I wondered what was going through Karen's and whether I'd be able to maintain my 'hands off' approach to sex with this atypical housewife. I was fairly certain Karen was thinking something similar; we both knew that we wanted nothing more than to clasp each other, tear clothes from bodies and fuck there and then. 

I think we both also knew that the pay-off from not doing so last night had been, frankly, fantastic, and that craving that high again would help us keep the agreed distance between us. 

"We can do this," Karen said, confirming everything that I thought. She eased into a calm smile but was betrayed by the hand fidgeting with the string of pearls round her neck. Her nipples poked insistently at the sheer white material of her blouse. 

"We have to do this," I said holding her gaze for the first time since I arrived. My cock was already hard, as it had been for most of the day; I'd got very little done, to be honest - apart from deciding that I was going to have to be steadfast if I was going to pull this off. My word would have to be law, and Karen would have to obey it. Now, however, I looked away again knowing what I was about to say to a married woman. 

"Did you cum last night?" I blurted. It'd been driving me mad all day. 

Karen smiled, my question putting her right back in her element. Her confidence and mischievousness returned in an instant. 

"What do you think?" she said. 

"I don't know," I admitted. "I thought you might have when you, you know, when you..." 

"You 'thought' I 'might have'?" Karen said, her eyes glittering as she teased me. "You'd better make sure you know tonight." 

She turned on a cream heel, and I followed her up the stairs, making absolutely no attempt to not look up her similarly cream skirt. 

In the spare bedroom, I dropped my new purchases on the bed beside Karen. 

"New toys?" she said, crossing her white nylon-clad legs. 

"One or two - hey!" Startled by my shout, Karen looked round at me. I smiled at her in mock reproach. 

"Hands off 'til I tell you otherwise." 

"Yes boss," she laughed, a genuine and intimate sound that reassured me of her complicity. 

My preparations finished, I took my jacket off, throwing it onto the chair behind me. 

"OK; you ready?" 

"Oh yes," Karen grinned. 

"You're wearing everything else that I asked for?" 

"Wait and see." She winked and I smiled broadly. 

"I'm not waiting - stand up." 

She stood, managing to do so sinuously with her legs still crossed, and faced me, only an inch shorter than me in her heels. 

"Yes, boss," she said. 

"Pack it in, Karen" I said, smiling at her refusal to take this seriously. "You'll make me laugh. Unbutton your blouse." 

She raised her hands to her chest, and started unfastening it. 

"What's wrong with laughing?" she teased. "We're having fun, aren't we?" 

She pulled her separated blouse free of her waistband, and I caught my first glimpse of her well-filled white bra. 

"I certainly am," I said, "but this is important and I'm concentrating." I wrench my eyes away from her exposed abdomen and raise them to meet hers. "Take your skirt off." 

"'Please'," she said reproachfully. 

I raised my eyebrows. Saying nothing, I picked up a riding crop and held it in front of Karen's face. She got the message. 

"Sorry," she smiled as she turned to present her rear to me. She found the zip in her skirt, and bent slightly as she pulled it down. "...boss." 

I couldn't help but snort with laughter, but I was now in absolutely no doubt that Karen wanted whatever was coming to her. 

"That's two extra smacks you've earned. Now, stop it." 

Facing away from me, she pushed her skirt down over her hips and let it drop. This was where I really needed to keep concentration; I had Karen before me, slightly bent over, exposing the firm curve of her buttocks and her lacy white panties to me. A similar white pattern on her hold-up stockings encircled the top of each tanned and toned thigh. It was all there for the taking, and I took a deep breath. 'Restraint, Ken,' I thought as I unconsciously bent the crop I held in my hands, 'it's all about restraint.' 

And release. 

SMACK! SMACK! 

"OW!" Karen yelped, feeling the crop on her bare skin for the first time. She put a hand to the stinging skin on her buttock. "What was tha-" 

SMACK! 

"OW!!" She looked at me, but this time said nothing. 

"That's the two extra smacks you'd earned." 

"But that wa-" 

SMACK!! 

"OW!!" Her eyes widened, and she uncrossed her legs. She smiled and turned back away from me. 

"Good; now take your knickers off," I said, resisting the urge to smack that ass again, "slowly." 

Without turning round, Karen lifted her hands to her waist and started to pull the strips of material running over her hips downwards. I didn't move, I just watched as her bottom moved in front of me and the white material gradually descended. She stooped and lifted her right leg out before doing the same with her left. She straightened and turned to face me dangling her delicate panties from one finger, smiling wickedly. 

"Put them in your mouth," I said. 

She raised an eyebrow at me, and then looked at her panties. 

I took the crop to one lacy white breast. 

SMACK! 

"OW!" 

"See - you can open your mouth," I said. "Put them in." 

Holding my gaze, her fingers stuffed the material in, filling her mouth completely. 

"Now the ring-gag," I said nodding at the pile of things on the bed behind her. 

She looked quizzically at me. I realised that just because I'd been researching bondage all day, didn't mean that Karen knew what I was talking about. 

"There," I said, pointing, "the red ring with straps attached to it - that's it." 

She picked it up, and resumed eye contact as she placed the stiff red ring behind both sets of teeth and on top of the white knickers filling her mouth. She bit down, holding it in place, and the material of her panties bulged through slightly. 

"And fasten it, Karen," I smiled. 

She pulled the straps round behind her head, slipped one through the buckle and managed to fasten the buckle underneath her pony-tail. She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow at me again. 

"It's not very tight, is it?" I said looking at the slack straps. "Have another go." 

Karen did, and managed to pull another two notches through the buckle before refastening it. 

"That's better, Karen," I smiled encouragingly. "Now put your hands on your ass cheeks." 

"'ike 'i?" 

"Yes, like that. Now keep them there. See those nipple clamps?" 

Karen turned, saw them and nodded. 

"'eah." 

"You're putting those on next..." 

She looked puzzled. 

"...but we need to get your nipples hard first," I said and stung her left tit with my crop. 

SMACK! 

"OH!" 

SMACK! SMACK! I slapped both of her breasts through the fabric of her bra. 

"NNNNGGGH!" 

SMACK! SMACK!! 

"AAAAAAGGGGH!!" Her face reddened and her right nipple hardened. One hand lifted off her bottom but she put it straight back. In fact, she took firm hold of a buttock in each hand, occupying them so they didn't lift off again. 

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! 

"OOOAAAGH!!" Karen's eyelids fluttered part-way down and her eyeballs rolled back. Her right nipple now poked proudly through the white material covering it. 

SMACK!! SMACK! 

"MMMMMM!" 

Both nipples were now erect and Karen was squeezing hard on her own ass, desperate not to let go. 

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK! SMACK!! Four blows on the beautifully round, soft and full part of Karen's tits below the nipples. 

"AAAARRGGHH!! NNNNNNNGGGHHH!!" 

SMACK!! Very hard directly on Karen's right nipple. 

"MMMMMMMM!!" 

SMACK!! The same on her left nipple. 

"OOOOOHHHHH!!" 

Karen's knees buckled, and she folded sensuously before me. 

"UUUUUUUUUNNNHHH!" 

Her nipples were huge, I almost believed I could see them pulsing beneath her bra. Red skin erupted from each cup, her breasts were aflame. 

"Let go, Karen, and get the clamps." 

Breathing hard through her nose, she gently released her grip on her bum, and turned to find the clamps amongst the other items on the bed. Looking at her bottom, I could see where her nails had dug into her flesh as she'd used that as a distraction from the sharp blows stinging her breasts. She bent over, rooting through the ropes and shackles covering the bed; I couldn't resist. 

SMACK!! 

"MMM!" She straightened slightly, and so did my cock. 

Karen found the clamps, two rubberised metal pegs connected by a chain; she turned and offered them to me. 

"After you, Karen." 

Truth be told, I'd never put a nipple clamp on anyone before, and I was little concerned that I'd really hurt Karen, so I'd figured it was safer to let her put them on herself. That and the fact that it was fucking hot watching her grab her own breast, watching her catching her breath and seeing her eyes narrow as she semi-closed the clamp over her proud left nipple as it poked through her bra. 

"M!" Karen squeaked as the pressure bit. She took it straight off, and turned the little thumb-screw to widen the gap a little. She re-applied it, and this time she closed her eyes and moaned. 

"Mmmmm." 

Now she knew what she was doing, she adjusted the second clamp similarly; before she put it on though, she looked up and began squeezing her right nipple between her finger and thumb. She pulled it, she twisted it and she squeezed harder; her eyes widened. 

"Oh," she groaned. She fastened the other clamp in place and sat on the bed, parting her legs as she did so. I looked at the tuft of blonde hair above her pussy and then up at the clamps pinching her nipples over the material of her bra, the chain hanging down under her tits. I was glad to see her hand starting to slide down to touch herself, but I couldn't let her. 

"Ah-ah," I said, raising the crop. Karen stopped. 

"Put on the leather cuffs, Karen - legs and wrists, please." 

She spent the next couple of minutes putting all the cuffs on, pulling the straps through and fastening the buckles. I watched her do so, not quite believing that Karen was tying herself up again, and letting me have my way with her again, because I said so. I was so turned on I think I'd have messed my pants at that point if Karen had reached forward and touched me. As I watched her tighten the last strap of black leather over her white stockinged leg, I wondered at my willpower, and could only assume that I so wanted to be in this position of doing something sexual to Karen, that I would do whatever it took to do so, even if it meant denying myself. 

"There are four ropes there, Karen; tie one to the D-ring on each cuff." 

She picked up the first black rope, pulled her foot up to her groin and tied the end of the rope to the cuff's D-ring. 

"Nice and tight, Karen." 

I'd never really thought about this sort of domination sex, really. I liked pretty, busty girls, just like most people, and I'd seen the odd picture of pretty, busty girls tied up that I could see the attraction in, but I'd assumed that was just the sort of thing cynical porn producers paid desperate whores to do; I'd never considered that real people actually did it, too. 

Karen had finished on her ankles and was now undertaking the slightly more difficult task of trying to tie ropes to her own wrists. 

After I'd had my idea of 'no touching' though, I'd gone online to see how easily it could be achieved, how I could satisfy Karen without standard, penetrative sex. Relatively simply, I'd been pleased to discover. 

Karen had got the rope attached to her left wrist, and was now attempting to do the same to her right. 

In a little more than a day, I'd discovered more about spanking, bondage, forced orgasms, and submission than I'd encountered in the entirety of the first ten years of my sex life. 

She was struggling to tie the rope with her left hand; her brow was furrowed behind the black frame of her glasses as she concentrated. 

Then I'd gone to the Private Shop, and had an even more illuminating half hour with a heavily-tattooed and pierced girl with pink hair called Jade, who relieved me of half of a week's wages with the promise that - if what I'd told her about Karen turned out to be true - it would be the best two hundred quid I'd ever spent. 

Karen finally got the knot done up and looked up at me proudly. 

I smiled. "Lie in the middle of bed, please." 

She climbed on and did so, her legs slightly parted and the chain joining her tits together resting on her torso. I took hold of the rope tied to her right leg and pulled it over towards the corner of the mattress. Being careful not to touch her leg, I tested the knot she'd tied: it held. Kneeling, I pulled the rope as far as I could, pulling Karen's leg over, and then tied the long, loose end round the leg of the bed's frame. Then I went to the other side of the bed and took hold of the rope attached to her left leg. 

I checked that she was lying in the centre of the bed and then firmly pulled that rope down under the corner of the bed, spreading Karen's stockinged legs wide, giving me unhindered access to, and unobstructed views of, her pussy. As I tied the knot, Karen wriggled slightly, getting herself as comfortable on the bed as it was possible for her to do so with her ankles four feet apart. 

"You know what's next don't you, Karen?" I asked. 

She nodded and laid her arms out flat, each pointed towards the ends of the headboard. I picked up the rope she'd tied to her left wrist, checked another effective knot, and pulled her arm tight, in doing so stretching her body as well. After tying the rope to the frame of the headboard, I rounded the bed and picked up the final loose end. 

This knot, the one she'd struggled to do with her left hand, came undone when I tested it. I shook my head. 

"Tut, tut, Karen; we don't want you having to pretend you're tied up securely." I tied a better knot and pulled the loose end firmly over towards the right edge of the headboard. 

"Unnnngh!" Karen grunted as I pulled her body tight; the tighter I got her, the less scope for wriggling there was, and the more complete her restraint was. The last knot was done and she was ready. 

"There we are, Karen: stripped, gagged and tied - with your assistance - to your own bed. You can't get away - I could do whatever I wanted to you now and you could do nothing about it." 

Karen struggled slightly, testing her bonds. 

"I could leave you here, leave you to struggle and wonder what was going to happen to you, or when I might come back - or if I was coming back at all," Karen's head snapped round to look at me. I was going to have to judge this. 

"Or you could be about to find out that all this about not touching you was just an elaborate ruse to get to this point, and that now I am going to touch you - quite a lot, and roughly too." 

Her eyes widened. 

"Mmmph!" she moaned. 'I think I'm on safe ground,' I thought. 

"I could flop my dick out right now, shove it straight up you, and fuck you senseless - and there'd be nothing you could do to stop me." 

"MMMM!" Karen nodded eagerly. 

"...or I could tighten those clamps and spank every inch of your body, causing you untold pain, and no-one would hear a thing with your panties stuffed in your mouth." 

Karen hesitated. 

"Or I could just untie you and go home," I smiled. 

"OH!" Karen shook her head. 

I laughed and stood at the end of the bed, looking over her glorious, bound body. She looked amazing with her glasses on and that gag in her mouth. I decided I'd made a good choice with the ring gag. 

"Nice pussy, Karen," I said, and leant on the bed with my elbows between her spread legs to look at it properly for the first time. It was a nice pussy, with a neat rectangle of blonde hair, and a clitoris I could make out. I wondered what it looked like when she was cumming; and then wondered what I could fill it with next time without touching her. "I bet it tastes nice, too." 

"Uh-huh!" 

I looked at it for few seconds longer, wondering if I should slap her clit with the crop. 'Maybe later,' I thought. 

I stood up, and came to sit on the left-hand side of the bed beside Karen. I picked up the last item remaining on the bed: a rectangular box about 15 inches long. Wordlessly, I opened it at the end, and slid out the transparent extruded plastic that held the contents in place. I pulled the two halves apart and held the device above Karen. 

"Do you know what this is, Karen?" I asked. 

She furrowed her brow. 

"It's a massager; this is what I'm going to do to you and your helpless body, Karen - I'm going to plug it in and massage you." I plugged the lead into the extension at the side of the bed. "Thoroughly." 

I thumbed the control wheel and the massager hummed in my hand, the rounded rubber head just about visibly moving. 

Karen's eyebrows lifted, and she looked at me with what can only be described as eager anticipation. 

"Where shall I massage first, Karen: your thighs?" 

"OH!" She shook her head. 

"How about your ribs?" 

"OH!!" 

"What about your..." I hovered the wand over her belly. "...nipples?" 

I touched the vibrator to one of Karen's clamped and aroused nipples. Her body tensed suddenly, but she moved only the tiniest amount on the bed. 

"MMMM!" 

"Is that a good place to start?" I said as I held it there. 

"MMMM!" Karen nodded vigorously, her eyes closed. 

"What about this one?" 

"MMMM!" 

I removed the wand as suddenly as I'd applied it. 

"No - there must be somewhere better to massage." 

"MMM!!" Her eyes pleaded with me, begged me to stop teasing. 

"Your scalp; Indian head massages are all the rage these days." I shifted position and lifted the vibrator above her head, out of her sight. 

"OH!" Karen screamed, her whole body tensing with frustration. "'EN!" 

"Not your head? Oh." I relaxed, resting the buzzing tool in my lap. "Where then?" 

Karen screwed her eyes firmly shut and screamed loudly into her gag. 

"UUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!" 

'Now,' I thought, and slapped her clitoris with the crop. 

"AAAAAAARGGH!!" Karen screamed and her eyes flashed open. 

I touched the wand to her pussy, and pushed firmly. 

- 

I couldn't believe we'd done what we had last time. It felt wrong, but I'd convinced myself I wasn't cheating - how could it be? I hadn't touched Ken, so how could it be cheating? 

Semantics, I knew, but it felt so dangerous and so exciting: I had a secret from my husband, something that I shared with someone else, something incredible. I'd really wanted to fuck Ken from the moment I met him, I still did, but I had to respect his views on my marriage vows if I wanted to get anything out of him, and I was thrilled with his solution. I'd felt guilty again when I realised that Ken maybe took my vows more seriously than I did, but I kept telling myself that this was just harmless fun; there was no intimacy no real affection, and I wasn't forsaking Gareth's love or giving mine to someone else: this was animalistic lust and a means to an end. 




The Things Money Can't Buy Ch. 02



Being tied up wasn't something that had ever crossed my mind, and I got the impression that Ken was a novice too. It made it all the more thrilling that it was new to both of us, that our first sexual experience together would be something a little off the wall. I'd been nervous when it had become obvious what Ken was proposing, and more so when he blindfolded me, but after I was bent over that armchair, I just wanted to receive whatever he was going to give me. In my heart, I'd hoped that after a few spanks (which I was surprised to discover were exquisite rather than painful), Ken's resolve would crumble and he'd hitch my skirt up and force his cock past my knickers and labia. I'd then been even more surprised to discover that the sensation that followed my realisation of him not doing so was unbelievably intense. I wasn't sure if I'd been cumming or not myself to start with, but after about the fourth spank I knew that that was exactly what was happening - and it had been astonishing. 

I'd thought it must have been obvious, so I had found it amusing that Ken hadn't been sure. 'Didn't know if I'd cum', indeed! I was going to make him work for my orgasm, try my hardest not to cum - but then we'd both be in absolutely no doubt about my orgasms. 

I caught my breath and shut my eyes as Ken pressed the head of the wand against my clit again. I couldn't move, couldn't escape and couldn't ask Ken to stop even if I'd wanted to. I knew I was going to cum, and sooner rather than later, but I'd try my best to delay it, to postpone it for a bigger pay-off to give both Ken and myself a real treat. 

The leather straps tightly encircling my limbs made me feel secure and safe and I squirmed against the ropes holding me in place and felt my buttocks move over the satin bedspread. My clitoris and I accepted our fates. 

My nipples throbbed with the unrelenting pressure of the clamps, but it had settled down into a bearable and strangely pleasant sensation: who'd have thought that pain could be so... pleasurable? I'd enjoyed the sharp cracks I'd received on my bottom last time and I'd found myself craving more spanks in the last few days when my mind had turned to this rendezvous. The spanks Ken had administered to my tits just now had been like little blasts of arousal and part of me wondered what a prolonged session of breast spanking could achieve if just spanking my ass cheeks had made me cum. 

I could feel my orgasm coming. My clit was on fire and my wet pussy ached to be filled, yearned to clamp itself round something hard. When my eyes were open I looked at Ken, my partner in this crime, as he unwaveringly pushed me towards nirvana. Low moans escaped my spread and stuffed lips. 

As he held the vibrator against the cleft in my squirming groin, his eyes roamed all over my spread-eagled body. I wondered what he was thinking, whether he was fighting to control himself? I was glad to have my hands tied down and out of trouble, but Ken had to keep his hands off me all by himself. 

- 

I looked over Karen's spread-eagled body. It was mine. I'd secured it here; well, I'd told Karen to secure herself and she'd done so. I could do what I wanted. I could use her. I could abuse her. I could debase and defile her; I could do her untold harm. 

But my pleasure is her pleasure, and I'm responsible for that - and for her safety too. 

As I held the wand against her squirming pussy I looked Karen over, again and again committing the scene to memory. Her blonde hair splayed out under her head, and her pretty face was dominated by two things: her dark, thin-rimmed glasses and her white panties poking out of my red ring-gag. The muscles in her neck flexed occasionally as she strained against her bonds and the vibrator. Her tits looked fantastic: framed and squeezed in her white bra and the clamps firmly holding her nipples through the bra's material were probably doing more for my erection than anything else. The skin of her abdomen was blemishless until her blonde pubic hair marked the split between her legs, and either side of the vibrator I held in my right hand, Karen's thighs strained and flexed within their stocking encasement. When I managed to tear my eyes away from all these delights, I considered her leather-bound wrists and ankles, the restraining points that permitted my unfettered access to Karen. 

There was still a little part of my mind that was cycling endlessly incoherent images of my cock invading Karen, but a greater part of me was willing to wait on the more sophisticated and hard-won conclusion that my own self-restraint will achieve for us both - and I was quite prepared to stand there buzzing her all night if that was what it was going to take to make her cum. 

My genitals burned. I squirmed more and more, and partly to slightly relieve the buzzing sensation, but I couldn't move enough to lessen it at all. My moaning had become more frequent and unconscious - I couldn't help it. I tried my damnedest - 'think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts' - but to no avail. I knew I was going to cum, and a lot sooner than I'd hoped; so much for making Ken work for it. 

My eyes rolled back and I groaned through my panties. 

Karen writhed and moaned and strained and groaned; her body shivered and spasmed as I forced her nearer and nearer to the outcome that would satisfy us both. My left hand had undone my belt and flies and was clutching my member tightly. I felt the blood force its way past my grip, felt the erectile tissue pulse against my fingers. I was going to come too tonight - I just hoped that my willpower held and I waited for Karen to climax first. 

'You bastard!' I thought. 'I wanted to last way longer than this! I wanted to make you work and really earn my orgasm; this is too soon!' I was on the brink. 

'Holy fuck!' I thought. 'She's either gonna cum any second or she's gonna break the bloody ropes!' 

'No! Oh no!' I couldn't take much more of this: denying myself? Who was I kidding? 'Yes! Yes! Don't stop now!' 

'Jesus, Karen, just cum now! Please! Before I do!' 

A rainbow exploded in my mind. 

"UUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" 

I was pretty sure Karen had just cum. 

"UUUNNNGGGHHH!!" she continued. Her pelvis pulled instinctively away from the vibrator I held against her clit, but she didn't get very far. I re-applied the pressure of the wand and Karen's eyes flashed open. 

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!" Her head snapped up and her whole body and her limbs tensed as one, like she was trying to curl up into a ball. Her eyes clamped shut again. 

"Did you cum, Karen?" I asked, but I wasn't sure she heard me over the noise she was making. 

"I'd better make sure then," I said. "I can't leave anything to chance. Maybe if I can get you to do that again, then I'll be certain you've cum." 

Karen's body bucked and thrashed wildly. I looked at the cuffs at her extremities and the ropes that secured them to the bed: she was still attached. There was no danger of her wrists pulling through the cuffs and there was no sign of anything being too tight either. Her face was flushed and her breathing was ragged and noisy through her nose; she certainly looked satisfied. 

I turned up the speed on the vibrator and Karen groaned despairingly. I wondered how soon I could get her to cum again - assuming that I didn't do so first. 

'You fucking bastard!' I thought as Ken kept the vibrator pushed firmly against my clitoris. 'Give me a few seconds to get over it, Jesus!' 

I tried to get away from it, but my wriggling only achieved some very, very brief respites before I felt its accelerated effects again. I closed my eyes, praying that Ken would just let me be for a minute - except I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more, needed more. I'd just had the best orgasm I'd ever had, and I knew another wouldn't be long if Ken kept this up. 

Sure enough, a little time later - and I had no idea how much time it actually was - I was giving vent to another muffled scream again as my livid bud was stimulated into another, even more intense orgasm. 

Unbelievably, I only had wait about another 90 seconds before Karen reacted similarly again. It seemed even more intense: her eyes scrunched tightly shut, all her bonds snapped taut as she tried to pull her arms and legs in towards her, and she screamed - once, twice and a third time. She'd definitely cum then. 

I wondered if she'd ever done that to herself. I'd never done that to a woman before and it made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck to be here and know that I'd done that to Karen, that my insistence and my domination of her had pushed her from one orgasm straight into another one, that my will had given Karen such obvious pleasure. 

Other possibilities opened themselves up in my mind, how my ideas and my control could give this stunning woman such obvious pleasure, and how I could do it over and over again. And I would - I'd make her cum until she was screaming for me to stop. Maybe she was now: oh well, that's what gags are for. 

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" 

My hand squeezed my cock again and I felt pre-cum dribble out onto my finger. There was no way I'd be leaving the room with cumming myself. 

"Third time lucky, Karen," I said, thumbing the little wheel on the vibrator up to maximum speed. With my other hand, I jerked myself closer to climax as I watched Karen's gorgeous face contort with her ordeal. 

"UUUUUNNNGGGHHHH!!" 

The vibrator accelerated again, the volume of the buzzing only exceeded by the waves of vibration being transferred into my pussy. 'No! I can't take any more of this, Ken!' My eyes were clamped shut and I had to focus on getting through the feelings between my legs that were verging on being painful now. 

My arms and legs ached, the muscles in my vagina did so too, and my abdominal muscles felt like I'd done a hundred sit-ups. I willed myself to cum a third and final time as quickly as possible, partly to end the suffering my poor body was enduring, but mostly - if I'm honest - because I knew that this pussy-pummelling was going to induce another orgasm that would top the two personal bests I'd achieved in the last few minutes. 

"Come on, Karen, cum for me again," I said, pulling myself out of my boxers. "Cum again so I can." 

"MMMMM!" 

"Cum again so you can feel my spunk," I said louder, yanking at my cock frenziedly. 

"MMMM!" Karen opened her eyes, got her bearings and managed to nod at me. I didn't need any further encouragement, but her approval inflamed my lust further. I pushed the violently buzzing vibrator harder against her clitoris. 

"Any minute now, Karen," I grunted, "you're going to cum again." 

"MM-MMM!" 

"...and then you're going to feel me cum." I was close, my forearm ached. 

"OOOOO!" Karen was squirming and thrashing again as her third orgasm approached. 

"I still won't touch you, but my spunk will." 

Karen's reaction was so violent she managed to pull one of the D-rings out of shape and her left arm was yanked free. 

"MMMMNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!" 

That sent me over the edge too. I just let go of the vibrator, and walked quickly round the bed with my dick in my hand until I was alongside Karen's freed left arm. 

"Put your left hand under your arse," I ordered hoarsely. Karen slid it under herself so that her arm was pressed against her torso and I could get close to her without touching her. I knelt on the bed next to her head. 

"Look at me, Karen." I was in the last throes now, making the last few pulls on my manhood. 

Karen looked up at me with her blue eyes through her glasses. 

"I hope I made you cum," I grunted and fired a long, thick shot of spunk over her glasses and forehead. 

"OOOOH!" 

The second shot cleared her face and landed on her right shoulder, but my third and fourth loads splattered her nose and glasses and her left cheek respectively. 

"Fuck," I groaned as my final load landed on the panties sticking out through the ring-gag holding her mouth open. 

I opened my eyes as Ken demanded and saw his thick cock inches above my face. The unattended vibrator, still on maximum had - thankfully - moved away from my stinging clitoris, but my mind was still ringing with the cacophonies of my third, shattering orgasm. 

Ken was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher them with my shell-shocked mind. I focussed on his hard penis that I understood just by looking at it was close to climax and vacantly awaited it. 

I heard Ken grunt and saw the first string of his semen head towards me in slow-motion. It splattered across my glasses and I felt some of it on my forehead. I refocused on the viscous cream-coloured liquid sliding slowly across my lenses and felt two or three more hot blasts fall on my face and body. I could smell it under my nose. 

Without touching each other, Ken had made me cum, and now I had made Ken cum. Satisfied, and released from my ordeal at last, I closed my eyes and exhaled as I felt sticky spunk slide slowly down my face.



The Things Money Can't Buy Ch. 03



After our last rendezvous, Karen and I had had a long talk about what we were doing, what we each wanted from what we were doing, and how we were going to continue going about it. 

We resolved that there were to be just two conditions. The first was that I was to keep Karen safe and free from lasting pain; the second was that there were to be no marks left on her body after any of our sessions. Other than that, Karen gave me carte blanche to treat as I wished. 

Rather than deciding what was going to happen, I assured her what wasn't going to happen to her: I'm not into humiliation, degradation, torture, suffocation, watersports, scat or rape. Karen said she didn't want to know in advance what I had planned each time I turned up - she'd enjoyed the first two sessions and had especially enjoyed that she had no idea of what was going to happen beforehand. I told her that I had plenty more ideas and that they would up the ante on each consequent occasion. I insisted on a safe word so that I could stop whatever I was doing the instant Karen uttered it; she smiled coquettishly and told me that she wouldn't have a safe word as she wanted to be mine, that she was happy with whatever I would ever be doing to her. I got her to agree to say no if she was ever in pain or unhappy with what was happening. "But I'll never say it, Ken," she said. 

We smiled at each other as I left. 

"I really enjoyed that, Karen," I said. 

"It was," she agreed. "It was great fun." 

She leaned in to embrace and kiss me; I leaned back. 

"Karen, remember - please," I said kindly. She looked crestfallen. 

"Oh - sorry, Ken, I forgot," she said looking down. "Can't I just gi..." 

"No, Karen," I said, smiling sympathetically. "Remember: we don't want to cheat on Gareth, we don't want to just have sex - and it can only work if we keep our hands off each other, not feel each other's touch..." 

"You're not helping," Karen pouted. 

I laughed gently. "No, I suppose I'm not. Please, Karen - let's carry this on as we started it; let's keep this special. I can only get this from you, and you can only get this from me. You get affection from Gareth, not me - let's not confuse matters." 

"You're right, Ken: lust not love." She smiled shyly and looked up at me. "I just wanted to... we're friends aren't we, Ken?" 

"Of course we are," I smiled, "friends with a bag full of rope and minds full of immoral ideas of what to do with your body." 

Karen laughed. "Good friends then." 

"The best - the sort that understand each other perfectly without having to get all touch-feely about it. Good night, gorgeous," I said, winking. "I'll be in touch." 

"Good night, Ken; see you soon." 

- 

She did see me, but not soon enough, and not before Jade, my other new acquaintance saw me. She relieved me of another £200 and a completed order form for some custom-made items. 

I couldn't get the images of Karen's face slathered in my cum out of my mind; as far as my sexual experiences went, that was in my Top One. Karen was gorgeous, and if I couldn't penetrate her delectable form with my member, then I'd express my lust by climaxing on the most attractive part of her. 

Gareth had an uncharacteristic extended period at home for the next three weeks, so - apart from a few brief text messages assuring me that Karen was OK and looking forward to our next 'date' - I'd had no contact with Karen until this came through: 

G away for 10 days from 18th 

see you on 19th I replied. 

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Thursday 18 September 

G went away today - an extended trip to Boston and then Dallas. K coming round tomorrow J 

- 

Oh. My. God. That was incredible! I can barely write and I don't think I could stand. My legs are like jelly and my stomach really, really hurts; I lost count of how many times I came then! J 

K had a really naughty look in his eye when he arrived, but his face lit up when he saw me: maybe he did miss me J Straight away he told me to get upstairs, and when I paused - I mean literally for one second - he grabbed my hair and pulled my head down towards the floor! I screeched but it turned me on straight away; I needn't have worried about him losing interest! He dragged me up the stairs by the hair and it was all I could do to stay on my feet. Think I may have broken a heel on my purple shoes 

***take to Timpsons on Monday*** 

He barged into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. I was panting and wet already. By the time I'd rolled over he'd emptied his bag on the bed beside me: not that bag - lots of rope J 

I tried to say 'hi', and he grabbed my hair again, yanking me into a sitting position. I think I probably squealed again, but K ignored it. He thrust a ball gag towards me as he held my hair taut and told me (quite severely!) to put it on. I was looking up at him through my slightly wettened (is that a word? lol) eyes and didn't realise how big it was until I tried to put it in my mouth. It was huge! I couldn't get it in the first time, but after K encouraged me (he pulled my hair even harder), I managed to get it in there. I was little panicky at first as my jaw was really stretched as far as it would go and I was worried I might choke if the thing slipped towards my throat, but K made sure that I tightened the buckle really tightly, and I realised I wouldn't choke. I think that's the widest my jaw has been since I met that band at college lol! 

Then K told me to put my hair in a ponytail and to strip naked. I didn't hesitate now: I was horny as hell already and just wanted to know what K had in mind. He was clearly in a fairly intense mood and I thought I might cum just looking at him and trying to guess what depraved plans he had for me. Jesus - I am totally his; I've just realised that I was quite happy to let him do anything to me at that point, in fact I was willing him to do his worst, just to see what the knowledge of his power over me could drive him to. It seemed like there was an almost demonic look in his eye as I looked at him - so hot!  

Then he said he had a present for me, but it was black and small - I've had better presents lol! He gave it to me and it felt odd, matt but slippery, and I couldn't work out why it was U-shaped. But then it started to buzz! K was fiddling with his phone and looking at me smugly as he tapped his phone - and the buzzing changed. Not what I thought a vibrator would look like, but I knew what the U-shape was for now! I tried to smile (but couldn't), but K worked out what I was trying to do and smiled back - and told me to put it in. 

I did - and felt it buzzing inside me and against my clit immediately - I was absolutely soaking and thought it would only be a matter of seconds before I came. The thing slipped out once as I adjusted myself. 

Then he ordered me to stand (ordered me! I love it!), turn around and lie face down on the bed with my thighs over a red rope. When I was in the right place, I felt K pull the rope around my legs, the red cords soft on my thighs. I was looking into the full length mirror on my wardrobe - amazed by just how big the ball-gag was - as K tied a loose knot in the rope. Then he told me to lift my feet up, and he tied another rope around my ankles. He tied them together, really tightly, and then pulled my feet back on to the bed. 

He told me to put my wrists together behind my back and to lift them above It, and I felt him loop another rope around my wrists. I watched him pull this tight and then felt him starting to loop the loose ends around my left arm above the elbow. He draped it across my right arm and I felt the mattress shift slightly under me as K braced himself: when he pulled, I felt my shoulders pulled back, up off the bed, as my elbows were drawn together! It hurt - not badly, but enough to make me groan - and I saw my eyes widen in the mirror. I saw K tie the knot, and felt that my arms were tightly bound together - there was no give at all! I couldn't get my shoulders back down onto the bed, and the vibrator was still throbbing away in my pussy J 

K left me like that for a few seconds. I couldn't see him in the mirror so I just looked at myself. 

Then the throbbing changed: the buzzing on my clitoris increased and I know I moaned really loudly - oops! It was so intense! I couldn't get away from it, and it was going way faster than my Rabbit goes - I was going to cum any second! Part of me was disappointed: I'd planned to resist, to hold out as long as possible to taunt K, to see what my defiance drove him to - the other part didn't care: there was nothing I could do about the powerful stimulation on my clitoris, and I craved the release of orgasm. 

But K told me not to; what did he say? 'Don't you dare cum Karen!' Whatever it was, he meant it - and that was what I needed to save myself: I couldn't let K down so I focussed, put all my energy into concentrating on my willpower, and I managed it! I managed to bring myself away from what I'd thought was inevitable just through trying to control myself. Go me! J 

(I'll have to apply this trick of managing to deny myself what I crave to red wine and Galaxy now lol!) 

Pleased with myself, I tried looking round to see if K had noticed, but I couldn't see him in the mirror, and I couldn't really move much with all this rope tied around me. I couldn't even hear him. 

Where had he gone? Had he left me here? Was this all a trick, a joke that would end up with Gareth walking in on me like this? Or worse: had he gone to get his mates? I could feel myself starting to panic, and I heard (and felt!) the breath rushing in and out of my flared nostrils. Without meaning to, though, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror - and it distracted me. Who was that sexy blonde tied up tight and squirming helplessly on the bed as she worried about what her ne'er-do-well captor had in store for her? With her shoulders back, her soft throat was exposed and the tops of her boobs bulged against the bed's surface, and that gag was enormous, it really filled her mouth and stretched her jaw; she looked genuinely worried - and it was hot. Oh yeah - it's me! J 

That calmed me right down - I felt like a sex goddess, like I was here only for someone else's pleasure, and that I was doing it really fucking well. And then the buzzing in my pussy changed again - really intense now! I definitely grunted, and kept on moaning for a while then. 

Still no sign of K though, but I knew he must still be around. Now I was wondering if he was watching from the doorway, or outside it on the landing, or whether he'd gone downstairs and was reading the paper or ordering some stock while he occasionally altered the cause of my internal distress. That was hot to think about to - that K was getting me off without even being in the same room, and without even seeing it. 

But then he spoke just behind me. He said 'count down silently from a hundred Karen, like this' and he counted '100, 99, 98...' fairly slowly - maybe a second for each number. I got the rhythm in my head, and then K said I could cum when I got to zero! 'And loudly' he said; but before I'd got to 90 I heard him go down the stairs. 

It was incredible! I knew my orgasm would cum, with the rhythm of the counting I could even gauge when it might be, but then I got worried: what if I couldn't last that long? What if I got to 46 and exploded? What if I got to 2 and just couldn't control myself any longer? Worse: what if I couldn't cum? What if I got to zero and was nowhere near? 

Calm down, I'd told myself. I'd denied myself once, I could deny myself again until the appointed time. And as I thought that, I realised that if I managed it, my orgasm would be way better than if I came at T minus 12 seconds or T plus 23 seconds: the point was to get it right on the money, to do exactlywhat K expected of me. 

As I got to about 55, I knew I was going to cum, and I just prayed I actually had the self-control to hold out. I knew I was writhing a bit, and when I saw myself in the mirror it nearly flipped me over the edge, but I inched back again. 

At 40, K - the bastard - turned the vibrator onto such a fast setting I thought my clit was going to melt; it must have been the maximum. I dread to think how loud I was being, but I was just trying to get through each second to the next one, nearer to zero. It was like when you're holding something hot and you make silly noises to try and distract yourself (and this was really fucking hot lol!) 

At 25 I almost rolled myself over, I was squirming so much, and all I wanted to do was to bury my face into the duvet and scream - I couldn't stand it! But the hogtie wouldn't let my shoulders forward enough to get me down there - I still screamed though, loud and long, cursing K for being the cruel prick that he was. 

At 15 I was desperate. I was panting, I was almost crying with frustration: I knew all I had to do was cum to make everything better - but I also knew I had to wait, I had to do what K had asked to get the reward I'd earned. 

At some point around 7, that fucking cocksucker let me know that the vibrator pounding my bud into oblivion still had at least one speed setting to go, and I managed an even louder scream as my mind started to disintegrate. Somehow, I managed to keep counting (at least I think I did - who knows: I could have stopped counting for ages til I pulled myself together again J), but I kept counting down. 

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... 

Zero. 

Oh 

My 

Fucking 

God 

I have vague recollections of my bound body thrashing on the bed, the ropes constraining my limbs and digging into the skin over my spasmodic muscles. I have visions of my eyes rolling back above my flushed cheeks and memories of a deep, guttural moan that went on for an age. I've no idea if I saw these things in the mirror, or whether I have just imagined what I must have looked like as it happened, or whether I was having an 'out of body experience' lol! Whatever - I can't get those images out of my mind and I'll never forget that feeling. Intense doesn't even cum close J 

I knew I'd been a good girl for K, and that this feeling was my just reward, and I knew that it was so good because I'd done what I'd been supposed to do, that I'd done exactlywhat he'd requested. Let's just say, it's a good job I was tied up as securely as I was otherwise I might have burst J I was a bit chuffed with myself! 

Eventually, my breathing slowed again and vision returned to my eyes - and I discovered that the vibrator was still on! Somehow, I still had feeling in my clit and it was picking up a gentle buzz - nothing like what it had been before, thankfully. 

I wondered what K had thought while he'd been downstairs, knowing that I was counting down to my orgasm? Then I realised he could very possibly have come back up the stairs in the last few moments and witnessed my performance - I'd never have noticed! 

I felt the vibrator increase in speed again. K really is an evil prick and I hate him. Honestly J 

My mind was blank for a while; I think it was so exhausted with what it had been trying to manage so recently that it just sort of gave up! I knew the vibrator was going to make me cum again, and I didn't think I had the mental or physical strength to deny it for long this time, so I just sort of lay there in a daze as I felt the thing go through its various gear changes on the way to Nirvana II. 

My muscles ached, my clit was throbbing and my jaw hurt. I sort of whimpered rather than screamed as I got closer this time - it was all I could manage. As I got nearer the end, it was almost agony; I knew I'd cum again any second, I couldn't stop it and didn't want to stop it. I was willing myself to cum, but part of me prayed that it wouldn't be as OTT as the first one. 

I heard K coming up the stairs, and this raised my spirits: I knew I could please him again, I knew it would be OK. I felt myself relax, I felt the borderline agony in my pussy slowly flow away as building warmth replaced it. I wanted to see his face, to see if I'd pleased him, to see him smile a smile at me that said 'this is hot, you turn me on - you've been a good girl Karen'. Something else crossed my mind that momentarily disturbed me: it was too soon for that; that was a whole can of soil-dwelling invertebrates that needed to stay firmly closed for now. 

Fortunately, at that point I saw K in the mirror, the remote in one hand and his cock - purple, thick and swollen - in the other. 

And he said it! 

'What a good girl you've been for me, Karen - you've done so well.' 

He sat on the bed next to me - I couldn't manoeuvre myself to look into his eyes, so I had to settle for clamping my eyes on his dick. Shucks! J 

He asked me if I'd managed to get to zero, and I couldn't believe how good it felt to tell him I had (I say tell him - I moaned my assent round the gag J). Letting him know that I'd done what had been expected of me felt almost as good as the result of my good behaviour. My pussy suddenly got slick and it clamped itself round the bit of the vibrator inside it: I was so close! 

He asked me if my 'reward' had felt good (well, duh!) and then he told me I was about to get two more rewards. He stood up, threw the remote down onto the bed beside me and pulled purposefully at his cock. He said I was going to cum again any second - but only when I felt his cum on my face again! 

Suddenly, I felt his other hand grab hold of my ponytail, and I felt him yank my head roughly backwards. I grunted again, as my gaze was abruptly shifted from his cock to his face. He was flushed, he was breathing hard, and the look in his eyes - wow! 

We stared into each other's eyes; I felt like he was staring right down into my heart, my soul - like all my layers and defences and inhibitions had been rudely pulled away to expose the core of myself, the core that wanted to be treated like his sex-toy, the naked centre that could admit to this... submissiveness (there - I've said it J). But as I looked into his eyes, I just saw darkness - inscrutable, unknowable mystery - and it was sexy as hell J 

I remember he grunted a split second before I felt his hot spunk land on my top lip and the ball gag. 

And then I remember him closing his eyes as he directed that thick stream onto me, a fraction of a second before I closed my eyes as the feel of his sticky ejaculate triggered my third reward. 

JJJJ 

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"Here - put this on," Ken said to Karen. He handed her something shiny and about a yard long. 

"Wrists or ankles?" she asked, eyeing the cuffs attached to either end. 

"Ankles." 

Dutifully, she began fastening the buckles around her smooth legs while Ken removed the other items from his rucksack. 

Karen had arrived back from the gym to find Ken's van on the drive. She'd given him a tiny wave as she walked past his windscreen on her way to opening the door. Ken allowed himself a smile as he watched his plaything walk past - her long legs encased in navy blue three-quarter length leggings, an inch of mid-riff visible between them and the pink vest that covered her top half. Ken had walked in right behind her, and before she'd had time to say 'hi' or offer him a drink he'd ordered her upstairs. 




The Things Money Can't Buy Ch. 03



Now she was sitting in the middle of her marital bed, naked from the waist down, with her ankles fixed to either end of the spreader bar watching Ken dangle a pair of connected nipple clamps in front of her. 

"These are next," Ken said. 

Karen smiled. "...and I suppose I'm to take my top off as well?" 

"No - leave it on." 

"I'll have to get them to poke up through my vest then," she said, putting a hand to each breast. She watched Ken's face as she began stroking and then pinching and pulling at her nipples under her vest. Ken just grinned happily. After thirty seconds or so Karen took one clamp off Ken and delicately fastened it onto her right nipple with a moan. A minute later, the short chain dangled across her pink top, either end of it clamped onto a tit. 

"That turns me on," she said, flashing a glance up at Ken as she pulled on the chain. 

"Me too," Ken said. "Put these on." He passed her two more leather cuffs which she fastened round each wrist. 

"Now lie on your back, Karen." 

No sooner had she reclined than she felt Ken lift the spreader bar between her legs. "Hold it, please - with both hands." 

Karen did so, and Ken clipped her each of her wrists to the central section of the spreader bar leaving her on her back with her legs and wrists up above her and her pussy exposed. 

"Let go of the bar, Karen - I've got a present for you." 

"I love presents," she said, her pink-nailed fingers releasing the metal bar. 

"Close your eyes and let go of the bar." 

A few seconds later, she felt the unmistakable shape of a dildo being pressed into her hands as they hung from the bar. It had that sheer rubber feel to it, and it was long and thick. The rabbit ears of the stimulator jutted out where they needed to, and a second later she located the button array and it buzzed into life. 

"Why, Ken - how did you know what I wanted?" 

"Trust me - I know what you want. Open your eyes and fill your hole." 

"I might not be ready yet," Karen said coquettishly, failing to see Ken's present to himself in his right hand. He used it to administer a series of sharp smacks to Karen's bare thighs. 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Karen squealed. 

"I wasn't going to gag you, but I've changed my mind." Ken said. Then he turned to open her underwear drawer behind him. He turned back holding a couple of pairs of Karen's white silk panties. 

"Open wide, please." 

She did and Ken filled her mouth with the material, packing it tight with both pairs while being careful not to touch even slightly any part of Karen's lips. When he'd finished, Karen's mouth was fully obstructed; she could still move her jaw, but she couldn't bring either her teeth or her lips back together. 

"That's better," Ken said, smiling at her. "Now then, your present: slide it in, Karen - I think you'll find you're wet enough." 

Breathing hard, Karen eased the head of the black penis into her opening and slowly slid the undulating shaft all the way in until the rabbit ears pressed against her clitoris. 

"Mmm!" 

"Good," Ken said. He got up off the edge of the bed he'd been sitting on and pulled up the wooden chair Karen kept in the corner of the room. He sat on it facing Karen's upturned body, watching her handle the dildo that filled her. 

"I can't fuck you, Karen, but you can fuck yourself for me with that dildo. Just imagine that's my cock in your pussy, imagine it's my rod slipping in and out of you." 

Karen's eyes fixed intently on her would-be lover as she began to increase her self-penetration; Ken noticed that it was sliding in deeper now as well. 

"Can you imagine that that's me on top of you pressing against your clitoris?" 

"Mmm," she nodded, her eyes narrowing. 

"Can you imagine my cock hot inside you, throbbing against your pussy?" 

"Mm-mmm!" Karen moaned, nodding again. 

"Imagine these arms holding your wrists down as I fuck you, Karen; imagine being restrained just by my hands and my body-weight..." 

Karen shut her eyes. 

"Imagine me lowering my head and kissing you, Karen - long and deep. Imagine tasting my kiss, the touch of my lips on yours." 

"MMMMM!" Karen was fucking herself really hard now. Ken smiled to himself. 

"Imagine you could cum when you wanted to and didn't have to wait for me to tell you when." 

Karen's eyes flashed open, a look of frustration creasing her face. 

"MMMM??!!" she protested. 

"Imagine my lips moving down to your neck, kissing you softly as I moved a hand to hold your throat. 

Karen whimpered. She had reduced the pace of the fucking now, but each time she pushed the dildo up herself, she pushed it as far as she could and left the rabbit ears pressed hard against her bud for seconds at a time. Ken adjusted himself and carried on watching the show. 

"I'm moving my lips down your chest now, Karen. I'm kissing your areolae and flicking my tongue over your hard nipple; just enough so that you can barely feel it, so that you crave me to take it deep in my mouth and suck it..." 

"Mmmm..." Karen shut her eyes and nodded again. 

"...but I don't - my tongue flashes briefly over your other nipple before I lift my head again to thrust my cock deep inside you again..." Ken watched as Karen's head rolled languorously on the bed. She was screwing herself lazily now, lost in some sensual daydream. 

"Then I slap your tit hard with my hand." 

SMACK! The crop landed hard on Karen's clamped and erect left nipple. 

"OOUUUGGHHHMMMM!" she cried. 

"And you still can't cum yet, not 'til I say," Ken said, meeting her gaze. 

"Mm!" 

"Now I am sucking your hot nipple, my soft mouth caressing it as I begin to fuck you harder..." Ken smiled again as Karen did just that with the dildo. She was so wet, Ken noticed, and he wondered how his cock would feel in there if he were to give in to his lust and shove his dick into it right now: Karen would probably cum straight away, he thought. 'No, I love seeing her cum,' he thought, 'and seeing how she gets there is nearly as much fun.' 

He put his hand round his erection and continued his story. 

"Imagine you can feel my cock throbbing inside your pussy; imagine you're tightening yourself round it, trying to squeeze the cum out of it because you're desperate to cum at the same time as me..." 

"Mm!" Karen squeaked. She was desperate - desperate to release this orgasm that was threatening to overcome her like a typhoon, desperate for Ken's permission to give her her reward. 

"You can feel it building, Karen: my orgasm. You can tell that the thing inside you is approaching its goal; you can tell that your body has coaxed me to the ultimate end of desire. You know that any second now I will fill you with spunk." 

Karen's dildo accelerated again. Her eyes were wide open. She stared at him with a look of determination: she wanted to see the look on his face when he finally gave his permission. 

"You know it's imminent because I'm getting frantic, reckless. I smack you again, harder..." 

SMACK! The crop landed on Karen's left breast again. 

"MMM!" 

"...as part of me wants me to cum as I smack your tits. Then I forcefully lift one of your legs over my shoulder so that I can fuck you deeper, so that I can feel your shaft round more of my cock." 

"Mmmmmm!" Karen pleaded. Her eyebrows were working overtime, imploring Ken to reach the end. Ken's hand was now pulling furiously at his shaft; Karen looked into his flushed face and new the end wouldn't be far off. 

"I'm fucking you as hard as I can now, Karen, and my hands are holding you firmly - around your arms, your thighs, your neck." 

As Karen watched, Ken stood up and yanked down his trousers, exposing his livid manhood within the grip of his left hand. 

"I know you won't cum 'til I tell you, Karen, and I know you want us to come together. So now I'm desperate to cum because I want to see you cum, Karen, and I'll do anything to get myself to the edge so that I can kick-start our climaxes." 

Ken stood as close to Karen as he ever had - his bared prick only inches from where Karen filled the hole between her held-apart legs with Ken's proxy penis. 

"I'll do anything now that I think will get me off..." 

Karen's breathing became panting: the agony of self-control was almost transcending orgasm, but the hint that Ken's lust was going to drive him mindlessly, selfishly, towards using her body to satisfy his own desire opened up a whole other level of arousal inside Karen. 

"I'll spank you over and over!" 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

The crop in his right hand rained down on Karen's bared inner thighs. 

"MMMMMM!" Karen shouted loudly. 

His masturbation was becoming frenzied now; he lifted the crop again. 

"I'll pinch your nipples 'til you scream." 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Karen's nipples blazed in their clamps. 

"MMMMMMM!!" 

'Stop! Please don't stop!' she thought. 

"...and finally," Ken said, moving away from Karen's exposed groin and walking round the bed to her head, "when we can both feel the imminent eruption building in my prick, I'll pull your hair like you've never felt before..." 

"MMMMMMMMMM!!" Karen agreed. Her hands splayed involuntarily with the instant pain all over her scalp and the over-lubricated dildo slipped out of her pussy. Ken adjusted his position so that his dick was over Karen's ball-gagged face. He looked past it and into her wide blue eyes, the eyes of someone desperate to do anything to please him; the eyes of someone that had totally submitted to him. 

"...and at that precise moment, I'll pull my cock out of you, hold it over your gorgeous face and tell you that I'm gonna cum and that you can cum, too..." 

Karen's eyes crossed. 

"OOOOOOUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHMMMMMM!!" 

She tried to straighten her legs, but couldn't. She bit as hard as she could into the balled-up underwear in her mouth, but it brought no relief. Her hands opened and closed futilely as they sought the dildo for re-admission into the party in her pussy, but they couldn't find it. She managed to keep her eyes open for about four seconds, but then had to clamp them shut. 

When she opened them, Ken was still where he had been: standing over her with his erection in his hand. The look of naked, aggressive lust had gone from his face and been replaced with an open look of something like amazement. It eventually dawned on Karen, however, that he was still in full possession of his spunk. 

"Mmm?" she asked, nodding breathlessly at his still cocked-and-loaded weapon. 

Ken smiled down at her. 

"What a good girl you are, Karen. I could kiss you," he smiled. 

Karen scowled at him. 

Ken moved away from Karen's face and retraced his steps to the other side of the bed, pulling his trousers back up as he went. 

"Mmm?" Karen repeated, confused now. 

"I'm not ready to cum just yet," he lied, smiling as charmingly as he could at his dishevelled and restrained blonde playmate. He grasped the spreader bar, lifting it until it was level. 

"Soon though," he said. He buckled his belt and hung the keys for the padlocks over the spreader bar as Karen looked at him, confused. 

He smacked the reddened backs of her legs once more each with the crop. 

SMACK! SMACK! 

"MMMM!" 

"Beautiful," he said, smiling as the keys jingled on the metal bar. "I'll be in touch." 

Fifteen seconds later, Karen heard the front door slam shut and the sound of a van driving away. 

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Two days later, she'd had a phone call. 

"Do as I say and you won't get hurt," a thick male voice had said. 

She'd listened, her heart accelerating, to his demands, committing them to memory as she did so. 

"...and don't open your eyes until you hear the van drive away. You've got 20 minutes." It was the last thing he'd said. 

She'd panicked slightly. Firstly, she'd had to get her friend Cassie out of the house on some pretence - that had wasted five minutes - and then she'd had to rush upstairs to get changed out of her pyjamas and to present herself in the manner he'd demanded. 

She'd quickly brushed her long blonde hair and pulled it into the simple ponytail he seemed to prefer and then quickly pulled her vest over her head and her baggy pants down and off. What would happen when he arrived, she'd wondered. All she could do was what he'd asked: be ready and waiting. 

She'd wrenched open her underwear drawer - white, he'd said; white panties, white stockings, white bra. She searched manically through her array of undergarments, throwing black knickers and tan tights out of the way as she searched for the second white stocking. Her mind raced with her pulse as she fastened the hooks behind her back and pulled the sheer material up her smooth legs. She had to do what he said; she daren't think about the consequences of not being ready in time. 

She'd flung open her wardrobe, the door's handle banging against the wall alongside it. Frantically, she'd hauled clothes on hangers this way and that as she'd searched for the royal blue skirt he'd requested. She'd found it and thrown it onto the bed while she'd put on the necessary white blouse. She'd watched herself in the floor-length mirror as she'd pulled the tight skirt up her thighs and over her hips until it obscured the bare skin between stocking top and knickers, the hem hugging her thighs. She'd tucked in the blouse, straightened the skirt and pulled up the zip. She'd checked her watch: eight minutes until the time was up. 

She'd spent a couple of seconds checking how she looked. He should be satisfied, she'd hoped. 

Eight minutes, she'd realised with a gasp - and she still had to find her shoes! 

She'd found the blue heels that matched the skirt and carried them as she'd run down the stairs to find the last piece of the outfit the man had described. Under the stairs, he'd said, by the fuse box. 

Desperately, she'd opened the door under the stairs, found the light switch, and found the white plastic bag he'd described. Hurriedly, she'd removed herself to the staircase and sat on the bottom step while she'd opened the bag. 

Leather cuffs, carabiners and a steel collar had fallen out of it. 

As instructed, she'd buckled the four cuffs round each of her wrists and ankles and fastened the collar around her neck. It was heavy and snug, but not cold, she'd thought as she'd clicked the little padlock closed. 

She'd had to stop and think, then, to make sure she did things in the right order. 

So she'd unlocked the front door and left it ajar. 

Then she'd found her glasses and put them on. 

Then she'd tied the lead attached to her collar around the post at the bottom of the staircase. 

And then she'd knelt down at the bottom of the stairs and used the carabiners to connect the D-rings on the four leather cuffs together. 

- 

Finally she was ready. 

Her ankle cuffs were clipped together as she knelt just inside her front door. Her arms hung helplessly at her sides, the leather cuffs around each wrist clipped to her ankles. She'd smoothed her blue skirt, and its hem was straight across the bottom of her white-stockinged thighs. A fitted white blouse clung to her generous bosom, the top two buttons left undone to expose her skin up to her throat and a dark cleft of cleavage. 

Just in time: she heard a van door slam outside. She swallowed and tried to slow her breathing. 

As instructed, she closed her eyes behind her glasses as the approaching footsteps crunched across the gravel outside. 

She felt a draught as the door opened in front of her and then she was aware of a shadow being cast over her eyelids and of someone standing in front of her, over her. She heard a zip and then the faint sounds of material rustling. 

She knew what was happening inches from her face, but she still wanted to see it; she fought to keep her eyes closed, as he'd demanded, wondering how long it would take. 

She heard the rustling speed up, and the occasional grunt from the man stood in front of her. Not long now - her pussy loosened, moistened by her own arousal. 

She sensed the man in front of her shift his stance and she heard him gasp - then she felt the soft impact of his hot semen on her face and neck. A second dose followed, and a third, and her cum-spattered lips broke into a smile, knowing she'd done her job to his satisfaction. 

Kneeling there, in the entrance to her own home, Karen heard the door slam behind Ken as he left, the cooling ejaculate slathering her face the only evidence of his presence there. 

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