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Karen Ch. 01

By: smilineyes



Hi! I’ve been coming to this site for several months now and I finally decided to share my own experiences. First, let me tell you a little about myself and where I was in my life when I first discovered my exhibitionist tendencies. 

My name is Karen. I’m 36 years old, 5'2" tall with blonde hair and green eyes. I swim laps to stay in shape and I’ve been told I have a nice figure. I was raised in the South in a very conservative family. I am the youngest of four children (one brother and two sisters). My parents never discussed anything of a sexual nature with us past the “talk” my mother had with each of us girls when our first period came. I grew up thinking that sex was something dirty and that something must be wrong with me since I always seemed to be craving it. 

I experimented some with the boys I dated but I was always afraid to go too far even though I REALLY wanted to. I always ended up lying in my bed at the end of the evening rubbing myself for all I was worth and always after my orgasm (during which I often had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning loudly enough to let the whole house know what I was up to) I felt this crushing guilt that I was dirty somehow. 

I graduated from high school and went to an all girls school in the Northeast. (More on that in another story.) Suffice it for now to say that this was an extremely liberating experience. I met my husband while in college and we married soon after we both graduated. He was the first man I had ever slept with and I had this naive illusion that the feelings of passion that I was now free to experience would last forever. We each got decent jobs and began working our individual ways up the corporate ladder. 

After a couple of years we seemed to never have time for one another and sex was almost a thing of the past. This really bothered me because as we got older I seemed to want it more and he wanted it less. I heard other girls at the office talking about how their husbands were always “bothering” them for sex. I would have given anything to have been “bothered” like that. I began to think that I was undesirable. 

About this time I got a promotion at work and began to travel at least twice a month. My second business trip was to the Midwest and it was on this trip that I first found out how much a stranger seeing me naked (or even the chance that one would) turned me on. Here’s how it happened.

I had been in town two days and in meetings until late in the evening. There were still two days of work ahead and I was tired and hungry as I headed back to my hotel. The hotel restaurant looked too crowded so I decided to go to the room, order room service and take a long bath. 

I phoned in my order and settled into the oversized tub to relax. While lying there I began to get turned on. I guessed that I had plenty of time before dinner arrived so I decided to take care of myself before I ate then go to bed. 

As I said earlier, my sex life hadn’t been great the last few years but even so I always felt guilty whenever I masturbated. I guess it was just a throwback to my childhood. Anyway, I was in the tub, had bathed, drained the water and had set the faucet to a warm stream just hard enough to drive me wild when I slid my clit under it. This I did and was immediately rewarded with that incredible feeling that only running water can give. I threw my head back and let the feeling take me. I quickly had a crushing orgasm and decided to stay there for a second one. 

The feeling of the water kept me on the edge of cumming again for what seemed an eternity. I was lost to everything else, including apparently the knocking on my door announcing the arrival of my dinner. I suddenly realized what was going on and I also realized that I had probably been making enough noise that whoever was there could have heard me. This really embarrassed me (that childhood guilt thing again) so I jumped from the tub to answer the door. 

I hurriedly wrapped a towel around myself and answered the door in a bit of a fluster. There was a boy that couldn’t have been over 20 waiting with my tray. I opened the door and he brought it inside and set it on my table where he stood as I went to get him a tip. Without thinking I bent over and began to dig in the disorganized mess that I call a purse. I glanced up and happened to see in the mirror that he was staring at my backside the bottom of which was completely exposed as I bent to look for my money. 

This REALLY embarrassed me and I quickly straightened and turned to confront him. As I did, my towel came loose and fell to the floor revealing me in my entirety! Two things struck me immediately. One was the look of surprise on his face and the second was the huge, and I mean HUGE, bulge in his pants. He immediately stammered an apology and fled my room even before I could move to gather my towel up. The next thing I noticed was that instead of guilt I felt incredibly excited. I was dripping and it wasn’t from the water. I immediately realized that it was showing my body to this stranger and his obvious approval of the way I looked that had me this hot. 

I lay on the bed right then and began to rub my clit and within a minute had the most powerful orgasm of my life. Something else happened then as well. I noticed I didn’t feel guilty as I had after masturbating my entire life. It was like my showing my body had liberated me from my guilt. I lay on my bed and fell immediately into a deep sleep worn out from the orgasms.

I awoke about 4:30 the next morning. I still didn’t feel guilty the previous nights behavior. As I thought about what had happened I again became aroused. I wanted that same feeling of release I had experienced the night before. I decided that it probably wouldn’t be necessary for someone to actually see me naked as long as there was the chance that someone would. I went to my window and looked outside. There was a balcony outside my window which was four stories above the street below. On the balcony was a table and two chairs. Traffic on the street was light but it was beginning to pick up for the morning. Several people were exiting the hotel with their bags probably on the way to the airport. 

I opened the glass door and stepped outside. I was still naked from the night before. Being naked outside made me instantly wet. I sat on one of the chairs and again within minutes had rubbed myself into an incredible orgasm. 

I stood to go inside and as I did I noticed a man looking directly at me from the window of the building across the street. I didn’t know how long he had been watching me. Feeling daring I gave him a smile and a wave and casually turned and walked back inside. 

I stayed naked with the drapes open all that morning until I had to dress to go to my meetings. I had found myself. I was an exhibitionist. The next evening was even better! 

Karen Ch. 01



It's funny how one single, isolated event can be the beginning of such heartache. Fate is a funny player in the lives of common, ordinary folk. That single event occurred on a Friday, at about 1:00 p.m in the lobby of the downtown Marriott.

Jack Bell had enjoyed a light lunch and was coming out of the men's room when he saw Karen, his wife of 24 years, moving into the dining room on the arm of a strange man. He wasn't too concerned at first for he knew that in her job as a public relations professional, she came into contact with a wide array of individuals

His first inclination was to quickly approach them, and greet her, but her behavior caused him to hesitate and then to stop. She was clinging to this guy's arm tightly and had her head almost on his shoulder. He could see that she was in animated conversation with him as they walked to their table. 

Jack experienced a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, but then shook his head and smiled at his uneasiness. He became a bit ashamed of his suspicions and realized that Karen had never given him any reason to suspect her fidelity in all of the years of their marriage. He was sure that this was another client she was wooing for her firm, although he did look vaguely familiar. 

He gazed at her as they sat down at their table. "Damn," he thought. "At 46 years old she still looked fantastic." 

Karen was a vision. At 5' 6" and 130 pounds she looked ten years younger. She worked out regularly and her body was toned and tight. Jack considered himself to be a lucky man. He was content. A successful accounting business, a beautiful wife and two great kids now on their own and doing well. He shook his head and proceeded out of the hotel. What did have to worry about. What indeed...

That evening Jack arrived home a bit earlier than was usual. Karen usually beat him by a few minutes. He mounted the stairs to their bedroom and began changing out of his suit, hanging the trousers and jacket carefully on a hanger. He heard the front door open and then, "Jack, where are you?" 

Seconds later Karen appeared in the doorway. She appeared flushed and a second later plastered herself against him, kissing him passionately. Jack was stunned and a bit taken aback. This was something new.

He tried to speak, but her lips were demanding and her hands were trying to strip him of the only clothing he had on, which was his boxers. Her hand quickly found his cock, which was still flaccid. She quickly knelt and took his member into her mouth. Jack watched her, dumbfounded. "Who is this woman?," he thought. Then rational thought vanished as he succumbed to her ministrations. His cock grew and he was soon fully erect. He pulled Karen up and as he did she quickly shed her clothing and pulled him to their bed.

"Jack, I need to be fucked, I really need to be fucked, but first I want your mouth on my pussy. Now Jack, now, now," she muttered as she moved his face down into her sopping wet sex. 

She quickly orgasmed and then pulled him up and quickly changing positions, mounted him and thrust herself upon his cock. Her face contorted as sweat flew from her brow and her breasts. Jack knew he wouldn't be able to last long, and thankfully, as he came so did she. She keened a shrill wail and collapsed upon him. 

Jack held her tenderly and, gazing into her eyes said, "I'm not complaining, you understand, honey, but what brought this on? I just want to know so that I can make sure that it happens again soon," he smiled. 

She didn't answer him, she just clung to him tightly and said softly, "I just love you Jack, I love you with all my heart." 

That evening, after dinner, Jack and Karen settled themselves in the living room, Jack with the evening paper and Karen with her inevitable needlepoint. The evening news was on the television and he alternated watching while reading the paper. 

Jack casually glanced at Karen and asked, "How was your day, dear?"

"Same as always, honey. I had to catch up on some paperwork in the office so it was kind of a boring day, but thankfully I did get a lot done."

Seemingly engrossed in the paper, Jack casually asked, "Did you eat lunch out?" He had her in sight out of the corner of his eye, awaiting her answer and he had it in a flash. She had tensed and looked quickly up at him.

"No," she lied. "We had sandwiches delivered in. It seemed too much of a hassle to run out today. Why do you ask?" She was now glancing at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

Jack continued to flip pages in the paper and replied, "I happened to be in town, seeing a client today. I finished with him early and was going to give you a call asking if you would like to join me for lunch, but you weren't at your desk so I figured you were busy. I grabbed a quick bite at the Marriott."

This time he was sure that she paled visibly, but pulled herself together quickly. "Just as well, dear. I would not have been able to get away, I just had to get through all of the paperwork that had piled up for days. Perhaps we could meet next week. It would be nice to have lunch together. That's something we haven't done in quite awhile." She looked down at what she was working on and did not meet his eyes.

Jack sat there staring at the same paragraph on the Sport's Page. He felt his stomach clench and he knew that his heart beat was up in the triple digits. 

"Son of a bitch, she lied, she lied. If this lunch thing was insignificant, why would she lie?" he thought. His thoughts ran from one scenario to another, without rhyme or reason. He had absolutely no idea what he should do next. Should he confront her? "No, not yet," he concluded. He really had nothing concrete. "What the hell do I do now? How can I get to the bottom of whatever is going on, IF anything is, in fact, going on?" 

"Where was my life going now? What kind of future do I now have to look forward to?" He mentally kicked himself for these thoughts. "I'm sure that there is a reasonable explanation for this incident and Karen will eventually let me in on it," he reasoned. "But, where did that sexual attack earlier come from. Karen never acted so aggressively. While she almost always enjoyed their sexual encounters, she always allowed him the dominant role. "Wait," he thought. Memories flooded back, back, to years ago.

His thoughts drifted to their college days. Karen had entered as a Bus. Admin. and Marketing major. He was a junior, majoring in Accounting. They had met at a student get-to-gether and spent the entire evening in rapt conversation. Their relationship developed and matured into love and they both knew that they were destined for each other. He thought back fondly to their first truly intimate encounter in the back seat of his ten year old Buick.

They had necked before, kissing and fondling each other, but because of one reason or another, had never really consummated their relationship. That night felt different; heady with the warm night air and the wine that they had consumed at the local pizza/restaurant near the campus. He had parked at the lake and there were no other vehicles in sight. They had both moved into the backseat without discussion and, he remembered, Karen had virtually attacked him with her lips and her hands.

"Jack," she moaned. "I really need you. I'm on fire tonight."

Lips meshed and tongues moved furiously. She had her blouse and bra undone in seconds. He caressed her milky breasts and then his lips found her nipples and moved slowly from one to the other. Her hand found his zipper and quickly exposed him. She clasped his cock and explored each inch of it. He gritted his teeth to prevent an early ejaculation. 

They had never gone this far before and he briefly wondered why she was so aroused, but those thoughts quickly evaporated as she lifted her behind, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. The dynamic of the situation then changed dramatically. Karen took charge. She quickly pulled her skirt up to her waist, almost violently pushed his head down between her legs and into her pussy. 

"Lick it, lick it, Jack. Now, now, now," she muttered softly. 

Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him, almost violently, into the swamp between her legs. She kept her hands on his head and humped her vulva into his face, guiding him, almost forcing him to satisfy her lust. He felt himself suffocating and he pulled back a bit to catch his breath. 

"No, no, no," she almost screamed. Pulling his face back into her wetness she demanded his tongue satisfy her. She seemed insatiable until she tensed, clasped her thighs even more tightly against his ears and had a shattering orgasm. 

Jack was able to again pull back a bit and again catch a breath. He felt like a rag doll, but realized that he had a raging hard-on.

Suddenly Karen again pulled him up and kissed him passionately. "Put it in, Jack. Put it in NOW, NOW, NOW." 

Not waiting for him, she reached down and, grasping his cock, virtually thrust him into her sopping vagina. She was so wet that he slid in without any obstruction. This was not making love, this was fucking, pure and simple, raw and primitive. 

"Karen, I'm not wearing protection. I'll pull out before..." 

"No," she shrieked, "NO, NO, don't pull out. Come in me, come in me" she insisted. 

She tightened her legs around him and pulled him into her even closer. He couldn't take any more and with a groan he came. He felt himself spurt again and again and again. It felt as if he would never stop. Karen held him closely to her as she also slowly came down from her second intense orgasm. 

Jack sat, his paper not moving, as he remembered in vivid detail the events of that evening. That was the last time that Karen acted in that manner - a wild, demanding, voracious female, until earlier that evening. Their future intimacies were wonderful, but they made love, they didn't reach the primal level of that night. He again wondered what made her react in that manner. The hours before that lustful encounter were not out of the ordinary. They had a simple dinner and then had attended a dance at the Student Union. They had been seated with a group of their friends and all had danced with members of the group during the evening.

Certain memories came filtering back from that evening. Jack remembered how fresh and youthful Karen had looked, with her long, blond hair in a ponytail. She loved dancing and would pull him on to the dance floor again and again until he begged for mercy. 

She then pleaded with Jim Belson to be her partner. She would not take no for an answer and Jim, with a small smile, acceded to her wishes and partnered with her for a fast number. Jack remembered that they had stayed on the dance floor for quite awhile, during two or three slow dances. His memory was hazy, but he did remember that he had lost sight of them after awhile. He was in a deep conversation with a buddy about the merits of the local AA baseball team and had lost track of the time. He did remember Karen coming to the table, quite flushed, and insisting that they leave. That's when she was all over him in the car until he was able to park by the lake.

He had no idea what had turned her on so at that time, and now he realized that this second wild coupling, over 24 years later, was also based on no reason that he could fathom. " What was there in common with both events?," he pondered. Try as he might, he could come to no logical conclusion. He saw absolutely no link in common between that event and this one. 

So engrossed was Jack in his own thoughts that he did not realize how much time had gone by. He was brought out of his musings suddenly. 

Karen had risen from the sofa and said, "Honey, it's after ten o'clock. I know we're both tired and it's time for bed; especially after the workout we both enjoyed earlier."

Jack returned her smile and replied, "You go on up dear, I'll be up shortly." He watched her ascend the stairs, admiring the sway of her hips.

Jack's thoughts again returned to that evening so long ago. Was it the dancing that so turned her on? He knew that he did not have two left feet, but he also knew that he was no Fred Astaire. Another thought sprang to mind and it turned him cold.

"Nah," he thought. "Was it the dance, or rather dances, with Jim Belson?" He knew that Karen had dated Jim for awhile before they had hooked up, but there never was any indication that it was a hot romance. In fact, it appeared that Karen had broken it off rather quickly. He had never really given it much thought before. He knew that Karen was no virgin when they met, but he always figured that that was then and this is now. He also was no virgin, although he was far from a campus Romeo. They never really had any discussion about past lovers, there had never been any reason for such a discussion.

So the question still remained; there didn't seem to be any link between the wild sex in his car years ago, and Karen's attack upon him this evening. His mind drifted back to this afternoon at the hotel. The pictures of his mind repeated the scene of Karen entering the dining room on the arm of this guy. Jeez, he wished he could figure out why her escort looked so familiar.



Karen Ch. 01



Chapter 1; Eileen's Story

My name is Tim Miller.

Before I get into my story I need to set the background.

First and foremost I am a nice guy. You know the type. I am the guy who coaches kids sports, helps out with scouts, works at science fairs, spends time with his family, and is fun at parties without scandal. I am well educated (a bachelors and two masters degrees) with a good job, and the provider for my family. My wife thinks I am a great husband, and as I do all the cooking, shopping and other non-traditional tasks, the neighborhood wives are always telling her I am a great find.

I am not an abusive person and I am very aware of other's feelings. I have never been pushy when it comes to sex and therefore I have never really moved beyond what my partner initiated. My style has always been my partner's pleasure first and then mine. Making someone else happy makes me happy; which puts me in the category of being a bit submissive.

Although all of the above is true, I have always had a deeper, darker side; however I wasn't confident enough, or should I say aware enough, to delve into it when I was younger. Somewhere in the back of my mind I always felt there was more to life and sex then what main stream society presented. Unfortunately I was brought up along the path which required a wife, house, kids, job, and to fulfill my role in society. And this I did; very well.

Fortunately the internet hit, and online porn and sex industry advertising gave me a venue to explore and understand more about what was really hidden within. Traveling on business allowed me to taste the offerings, and I did so with gusto. I'm not going to go into details about everything because it isn't the focus of the story; but I will say it took me about ten years of indulging in my part-time secret life to gain a real understanding of who and what I am sexually.

Briefly put, I am the submissive mentioned above. This doesn't mean I am milk-toast; but rather I am a pleasure giver and I truly derive my pleasure from fulfilling the needs of others. My ideal woman is a kind, humane, aggressive dominant. She is one who is not abusive in her control, for she knows her power over me is in her spiritual core. She is one who guides our play and ensures pleasure for all parties.

This woman appreciates me and allows me to be myself. I am not her dog on a chain because I am naturally attentive to her needs. I am not a piece of dung; but rather her jewel. Our relationship is deep for she is my Goddess whom I adore. We are soul mates.

Now for the sad part; as I developed my self-understanding I realized finding this woman was a dream because of my life style.

A few more words about my self-understanding: what really turns me on is intensity and desire. Through my varied experiences my style developed into Erotic Passion. 

Erotic Passion covers all acts of the flesh. In essence it means ones' senses are overwhelmed with the power and emotion of lust. A scene is being performed because the person(s) performing it crave(s) the pleasure it brings to all parities. Thus fellatio from a wanton transvestite can be better than a blow job from a clock watching escort. It is HOW the act is done rather than WHAT is being done. Combining a powerful HOW and WHAT can be mind blowing.

I AM NOT PLAIN VANILLA; even in a plain vanilla environment!

Now for the good part: the story. Again, my name is Tim Miller. At the start of this story I am 47 years old. My eyes are blue; my hair is salt and pepper; my look youthful; and my build is athletically fit. I am considered handsome and extremely easy going.

******** There we were; face to face; just as I had once hoped and once dreamt about. But that was nearly three years ago without any contact in between. Still, a nervous sexual energy surrounded us. Was there going to be a first move? I knew Karen wanted me. I could see it in her eyes and body language. As much as I wanted her, I knew things were different now; we were no longer forbidden fruit. The flirts, the fantasies, the stolen moments of conversation were things of the past. Our next move was permanent and we both knew it.

Karen was in her mid forties with the energy and zest for life of someone much younger. She had a smile which could light up a room. If you were at a party and Karen walked in, things would jump up a notch. She would also be the last to leave; one of my characteristics, and the common trait which brought us together in the first place.

Physically Karen was attractive. Her shoulder length hair, parted on the side, was naturally brown with blonde highlights. She was a bit shorter, standing about five foot five, but her 'healthy' breasts made her height a non-issue as most eyes didn't focus on her height. Karen also dressed to ensure people didn't concentrate on her height. 

Rounding out her physique was a delectable ass. Although she was the mother of two, Karen showed no signs of hippy-ness and the way her legs ran into her derrière kept my libido active. Many a stroke session centered on this asset of Karen's.

She also took great care of her skin and nails, a real turn. The sight of manicured nails always provides a spark of sexual energy. Perhaps it's a fetish, but the sound of nails tapping on a surface arouses me. Karen's nails were always perfect; extending about a quarter inch beyond her tips. She kept the ends squared.

Her accent colors were pink and light creams. Karen kept her lips, eyes, nails and toes coordinated at all times. The scheme went well with her doe colored eyes and soft, lightly tanned skin.

Back to how we met. It was nearly eleven years ago and it was through our kids; who matched in age, gender and activities. Our paths were always crossing, and the four of us (Karen, myself and our spouses) finally started carpooling as well as having dinners and cocktails together. Both of our spouses were early to bed types, so Karen and I would usually clean up and shut things down.

There was chemistry between us from the start. Our spouses saw it and even made jokes about it. We laughed too, but in our hearts there was a common lust. At no point however, did either of us make a move towards the other, although we did verbalize our attraction with phrases such as, "If we were only single" or "If our families weren't such good friends." The phrases were always accompanied by some laughter and longer than normal eye contact.

Things started going bad for Karen and Bill around the same time Mary left me.

Mary's leaving was a surprise and shock to everyone, except me. For years I lived a sex-less life. How we ever got together in the first place is still a mystery to me. I dated and bedded many a willing and wanton woman; but for some bizarre reason I thought I needed stability and purity in marriage. Mary filled the bill all too perfectly. 

We had two children which put an end to sex; at least for Mary. I satisfied my urges whenever I could and often called upon my first sex partner, Rosie Palms. I did have opportunities at various times for an affair. Stopping me were all the horror stories about casual flings gone bad.

Early in our marriage I made a vow if Mary and I ever split, I would never again enter into a relationship in which my partner lacked a well developed sense of lust. Somewhere there had to be a very horny normal person. All I needed was some way for Mary to leave.

When Mary told me she was becoming a missionary, I did not try to stop her. She told me God was calling her and she needed to give up her worldly ways. We both cried, but for different reasons. The kids didn't know what to say and basically stood by both of us. Since they were older, it really didn't impact them all that much.

Socially I pulled away from Bill and Karen. They were having problems and I didn't want to be an influence on their lives. Interestingly enough, my attitude towards Karen seemed to change a bit. I still wanted her, but since I was without ties, I was free to explore the depths of lust I desired.

My first real relationship after Mary was with a woman I met online. After six months of the bar scene with various degrees of frustration and success, I tried an online service and responded to a posting from a woman named Eileen.

From her posted picture, Eileen was a looker; standing about five feet eight inches with a slender build, natural B sized breasts, and natural dirty blonde hair worn in a pony tail. She had a great smile, white teeth, blue eyes, and tanned radiant skin. Her picture appeared to be taken on a Caribbean type beach. Half of the picture was cropped...I assumed it was taken with an ex of some sort.

Setting her looks aside, what caught my attention were her requirements: "...long nights of sex with a stable, well educated person." Her potential partner "...must lack sexual limits and be willing to explore all aspects and avenues of kink. Interested parties should send a picture along with a letter outlining their philosophical positions on the following areas: God vs. Religion, Bisexuality, and the humor of The Three Stooges."

I wrote at least a dozen different responses; all quite lengthy. I went back and forth before finally coming up with a response I found satisfactory:

"God vs. Religion: 1) Both are man made. 2) Both are beliefs. 3) Both are of value. 4) They should not be in conflict as intimated by the 'vs.'"

"Bisexuality: Could be the best or worst of both worlds depending on the partner."

"The Three Stooges: Mo, Larry, Cheese... calling Dr. Howard, calling Dr Fine, calling Dr. Howard.... Yuk, Yuk ,Yuk"

"I would be more than happy to expound upon any or all of these topics after a long night of 'no-holds barred' sex with a stable, well educated person."

"Attached are two pictures taken from different perspectives; you choose."

"Al and Tim"

One picture was Alfred E. Neumann and the other me.

Eileen's response the next day was witty:

"Dear Al,

I found your red hair to be attractive and the look in your eyes to be seductive; but the fact a man of your age has not corrected the spacing problem of his teeth indicates a lack of general well being. Unfortunately, I must end our relationship before it even begins. However, your friend, Tim, seems like a stable, well educated person. Please have him give me a call: 716-897-2005.

Eileen"

We spoke at length the following evening. The first part of our conversation was light and easy. Eileen was delightful. We exchanged backgrounds and hit on topics such as food and wine. We shared many a laugh. I learned Eileen was a nurse with a bit of disdain for doctors. "They are so conceited that when they have an orgasm, they scream their own name."

Eileen broke the ice on the subject of sex. Describing her need and love for oral, Eileen painted a picture of her nakedness which included her piercings.

Each breast had two piercings; one was a rod with screw-on pegs at each end. The purpose of the rod was to keep her nipples erect at all times. The second piercing was a ring inserted in the meat of each nipple. On each ring was a small black opal which could move freely. Eileen's explanation for this was it gave something a bit firmer to hold on to when sucking, biting, and pulling her nipples. Her descriptions were arousing.

Her pussy was bald and smooth. Except for the hair on her head, she was a zero body hair person. Eileen's clit was pierced in the same manner as her nipples; the rod and balls to keep it extended and the opaled ring near the top of the hood for manipulation. 

"My little toys, as I like to call them are very useful; especially during oral."

Eileen was amazingly at ease with her whole conversation. She seemed to accept her sexuality as a matter of fact rather than as a subject confined to bedroom whispers. After her description she turned the conversation back to me.

"Tim, you sound very pleasant. Let's see how you do with a little phone sex."

"As I told you, there is no part of my body which doesn't crave oral adoration. This includes my ass. I am going into my bedroom, strip and crawl under the covers. I want you to call me back in 5 minutes. At that point in time, I expect your conversation to bring me to climax. Are you game?"

My response was brief and to the point. "Absolutely! I will call you in five."

As I started thinking about the call, I poured myself a glass of wine, grabbed the cordless, and sat down in a comfortable chair. I quickly formulated a scene, and then got up to dim the lights for a better mood. Returning to the chair, I dialed her number.

Eileen answered in a huskier voice, "Hello"

I started.

"Hey Eileen, hope I didn't wake you. I was having a bit of trouble sleeping because I've sort of been lost in thought about you."

"Oh yeah, what have you been thinking about," came her lusty response.

"Well, it is a bit on the risqué side, so I am not so sure if I should tell you. You may get the wrong impression of me," I responded with a hit of shyness.

"Why don't you just tell me what you've been thinking? For the record, I LOVE wrong impressions," cooed Eileen.

Without hesitation, I began:

"Well, it all starts with me walking into your bedroom and I see you sleeping. The comforter has slipped off and only a small portion is covering your lower back. Looking around the room your clothes are somewhat scattered about. Spotting a black scarf tossed on a nearby dresser, I quietly get it and then move to the foot of the bed. Without a sound, I remove my clothes and slowly crawl onto the bed taking the scarf with me.

Moving ever so close to your torso without touching, I position myself next to you at the small of your back, where I place my first gentle kiss. This is followed with another and then another as I work my way up your back, covering every inch with a kiss; our bodies never touching.

You stir and I know you are awake; but you don't open your eyes. A soft moan escapes as you reposition yourself to a full prone position, exposing your entire back. Instinctively, your legs spread and you give a slight grind of your hips into the mattress.

Although my lips are the only part of me touching your skin, the heat from our closeness encases you. 

Finding my way to your neck, I delicately worship where it meets your shoulder. My lips travel upward until they find the back of your ear.

By now your coos are becoming deeper. Bringing my mouth to your ear, I let the warmth of my breath ignite your desire. You begin to stir as to kiss me. Softly I whisper into your ear, 'Shhhhhhhh....don't move...allow me to bring you pleasure.....'

Your body relaxes as I continue my message.

'Tonight I want you to forget about the outside world. I am nothing more than an angel sent to release your inner passion. Lose yourself in your body. Allow your pleasures to take you into bliss.'

I begin to place the scarf over your eyes and you jump slightly.

'There is no reason to fear,' I whisper in a soft and seductive tone. 'This blindfold merely helps you to focus inward as it shuts out the distractions around you. It removes the burden from your mind of processing what you see. It frees your mind to focus only on the images it creates from the pleasures your angel brings.'

My words comfort you as the blindfold is gently secured. Moving my mouth back to your ear, I whisper another message, 'Think only of an angel of pleasure sent to satisfy your needs.'

Slowly I glide away from your body, replacing my warmth with that of the comforter. I begin a sensual massage of your body through the softness of the comforter. My hands perform long deep strokes along your torso; one hand concentrating on your back, while the other glides over your legs. On each stroke, my hands meet on your buttocks, spending an extra lingering-second massaging their firmness.

As your body drifts into pleasure, I straddle your lower legs. My hands move up the back of them in long synchronized strokes, ending at your derriere with a firm push outward. Under the comforter, air licks your pussy and anus as your cheeks separate. Your mind begins to focus on the feeling in your loins.

After awhile, one of my hands slips under the comforter and the other hand follows on the next stroke. The massage shifts from the tops of your thighs to your inner thighs, allowing my thumbs to move closer to your areas as your ass cheeks part. The strokes begin to shorten and my thumbs move dangerously near.

Pushing the comforter aside, I move my face closer to your derriere as I now only massage your ass. Moist squishes emanate from your vagina; your arousal obvious. My thumbs continue to work; barely brushing your outer lips. As they part your cheeks, my mouth follows, bathing your areas with the warmth of my breath.

Your lips start to part. A thick cream begins to ooze from your hole. Your moans and essence are intoxicating.

My tongue follows on the next stroke; still only teasing. Your body is becoming unglued. Spreading your legs you offer an enticing invitation to partake in their fruit. However tonight isn't about how fast, but rather how long. My arousals are purposeful.

A few minutes more and I allow my tongue to taste your nectar. A deep, lustful moan pours from you as my tongue drags across your lips. On the next stroke I suck your clit into my mouth sparking a slight quiver through your body. You begin grinding and raising your hips, pushing your mound into my face. Cream pours from your hole.

With your ass high in the air, my mouth begins to work both of your holes. Sliding my tongue up from your clit and into your pussy; I gather your juices. Coated with your cream, my tongue moves to your nether hole and swirls your essence around it. Each stroke brings more nectar and your asshole responds to my tongue; opening slightly as I explore.

Your moans become deeper and louder. Moving to your knees, you keep your face buried in the pillow. Your ringed breasts become exposed for pleasure. 

I slide from the top of the bed and kneel at its side, pulling your buttocks towards me as I move. From this position, my hands are free to work your nipples. My mouth encases your entire clit as my hands slide to your breasts. Finding the rings attached to your nipples, I pull them as I suck the ring on your hood, pulling it away from your soaked folds. The working of all your piercings at once drives you wild.

You are grinding your ass into my face. I redirect my tongue to your asshole and begin a darting motion into it. One of my hands moves to your clit ring to work your mound. Having your nipples and clit pulled while my tongue enters your brown hole sends you into a series of long shattering orgasms.

Your body convulses and shakes but never stops responding to the pleasures. Each orgasm hits in rapid succession. Your moans turn to deep cries of pleasure until you finally collapse onto the bed.

As you whimper in ecstasy, I slowly ease away from your loins. Pulling the comforter back over your body, I embrace you with a warm hug. My face is in the nape of your neck as I whisper my good-byes.

'Good Night My Love, Sleep Well.'

I slide back down your body and off of the bed. Gathering my clothes, I exit your bedroom. You do not stir."

The entire time I spoke to Eileen, I could hear her respond from the other end. As I ended my story, it sounded as if she had dropped the phone next to her on the bed and began a wholesale attack on her body. I heard the distinct hum of a vibrator and deep guttural grunts and moans which could only be her orgasm. It took a few minutes after they stopped for Eileen to gather her composure and pick up the phone.

"Tim," she seemed a bit mesmerized. "I think we should get together very soon. Let me compose myself and I'll call you back in a bit."

Twenty minutes later my phone rang. Eileen was very mellow and pleased with my story. She was surprised it didn't have me fucking her, or cumming on her face, or some other male based ending. I explained the instructions I heard were to center on her climaxes and not mine. Also, I told her I felt long evenings of erotic lovemaking needed to center on giving pleasure rather than getting to the climax quickly.




Karen Ch. 01



We spoke awhile longer. Eileen told me although she enjoyed my story; ("Hell, I came like a cheap slut."), her brand of sex was more aggressive and controlling—with her being in control. She inquired if a woman in charge bothered me? When I told her it would be refreshing, she laughed and commented she would ask me again in a couple of months.

As it was getting late, we made a date for dinner and 'whatever' the next evening. 'Whatever' was basically an evening of sex if things went well; or a kiss on the cheek and a promise to stay in touch if things did not. Dinner went well. Eileen was 100% class! We went back to her apartment.

True to her word, Eileen's sexual style was very aggressive and dominant. She wanted what she wanted when she wanted it; period end. The first order of business was a body inspection. I was told to strip and stand naked in her living room while she got us a glass of wine. When she returned, Eileen was also naked. Her body was delicious.

Her first comment was about my body hair. "It simply has to go!"

Her inspection was a bit slave auction-ish, but with an erotic flair. She told me she liked what she saw, gliding her hands all over my body. Standing in front of me she stared me into my eyes and told me she loved cock. Her hands were working my balls and shaft as she spoke.

Without warning she squatted in front of me and engulfed my whole rod with her mouth. Working her tongue around it, Eileen gave it five or six strong sucking pulls as her head bobbed over my pole. Standing back up, she returned her gaze to my eyes. Using both hands to massage my now soaked cock she spoke.

"I'm going to love using you. I can't wait to milk the cum from your cock. I love cum and you're going to love it too."

On those words, she squeezed a bit of pre-cum from my shaft onto the end of her painted fingernail. She brought it to her mouth; extending her tongue, she placed the drops of fluid upon its tip. Moving her mouth towards mine, Eileen frenched me, ensuring I shared in the delights of my pre-cum. I was so aroused at this point, I returned her kiss with passion.

Once we broke from the kiss, Eileen began speaking again.

"Good boy, Tim" she said with a smile. "Now let's see how you like this."

Eileen's hands went to her pussy. She used one hand to spread her lips while she slid two of her painted fingers in. She pumped her twat a couple of times before removing her fingers. From the squishing sounds, I knew her fingers were soaked.

Not a second went by before Eileen had those fingers in my mouth. It wasn't so much an offering to taste; as it was more of a wiping her fingers clean; first using my mouth and then my lips and face. Her hand was moving fluids all over my face. I tried to follow her movements with my tongue, but Eileen was too aggressive.

"You like pussy juice, Tim. Then get down on your knees and suck it from my cunt."

Eileen pushed down on my shoulders and I moved with out hesitation. She parted her legs and grabbed the hair on the back as she shoved my face into her snatch. I lapped at her twat with fury. Her power was making me extremely horny. Being controlled was an experience I was finding intoxicating.

"Suck my cunt. Shove your tongue in my hole. Yes....that's it. Eat me. Now suck my clit. Pull it into your mouth. Use the clit rod. Oh my god, that's it. Suck it. Suck it."

Eileen's body shook as her pussy juice soaked my face. This was just the first of numerous orgasms for Eileen that night. For me, the rest of the night was a blur.

I went home shaved and sore. My balls hurt from cumming so often. My derriere was a bit tender too as I had the first ass fucking of my life. Eileen told me to get used to it.

Over the next year, Eileen turned me into her play toy. She did things to me I never dreamt of; many of which I never even heard about. The interesting thing about our relationship was it wasn't progressing beyond sex. I wondered why she needed an educated man. All she really needed was a horse!

Eileen kept saying when her schedule eased up, we would take the time to do more couple-like things. She did work a lot; too many hours and too many days at a time. There were periods of a week or two when I wouldn't see her. Then we would fuck, or should I say Eileen would violate me for two or three days and then she'd go back to work.

On the plus side of not having a 'commitment' type relationship was being able to stay active in the bar scene. Eileen's solid sex sessions kept me satisfied which in turn allowed me to meet other women without the need for immediate sex. Ironically, I was meeting some wonderful women: women who were great cooks; great conversationalists; funny; women who loved to travel and do things.

Sex on the other hand was a different story. I am not saying all the women were lousy in bed; but Eileen and her kinky ways had raised the bar on what was 'normal' sex for me. Believe it or not, my hairless anatomy caused more than one woman to back off instantly. For those who could handle my smoothness, they faced the anal hurdle!

Anal had become a passion for me. The feel of a woman's anus responding to my tongue drove me wild. The whole concept of anal play is so erotic. I enjoyed giving as well as receiving. Being fucked in the ass is incredible; but it is such a taboo for so many.

There were a few women with the potential to be truly kinky. However, unlike the stories, not all move quickly into kink. The process is slow and steady. One needs to understand what turns them on and build from there. On the negative side, most of these women were looking for a monogamous, long-term relationship.

Anyway, back to Eileen. The whole relationship fell apart one Saturday morning. I was having a cup of coffee, reading the paper when my door bell rang. Answering the door I was greeted by an officially dressed couple. They introduced themselves as Detectives Malloy (male) and Henderson (female) while presenting badges. Henderson looked familiar, but the impact of two cops at my door pushed aside any inquisitiveness.

They asked me if I was Timothy Miller and I confirmed I was. Producing a picture of Eileen, they asked me if I knew the lady in the picture. Stunned I stammered out her name, Eileen O'Donnell. The shot each other a quick glance and asked if they could come in. They didn't wait for my reply. They went into my kitchen and sat down at the table.

They began to ask me questions about Eileen: How long did I know her? What did she do for a living? Did I know where she was at the moment? What did I do for a living? It was all very strange. I answered everything truthfully. I explained how we met about a year ago and our relationship was physical. I needed to know why they were there.

The two detectives stared at each other for a moment before Henderson gave Malloy the nod. Malloy began, and his story was mesmerizing. Eileen was actually Abby Parkins, Patricia Heath, Corrine Glen and a few others. Her real name was Elizabeth O'Toole. Her training was truly nursing, but her occupation was "the inside person" for drug shipment heists to hospitals.

She and her husband, Dr. Phillip O'Toole, worked as a team to divert medical grade narcotics to the mob. The O'Tooles got started in the business after amassing huge gambling debts. Dr. O'Toole was into the mob for hundreds of thousands of dollars. His only way out was to divert the narcotics in lieu of cash. As most things go, once in, you're always in.

His wife, Elizabeth, shared in the debt and was forced into working with her husband. Although they were still technically married, they had not shared the same residence for years. Elizabeth hated what her husband had done to their lives and wanted out. She felt betrayed, but realized she needed to right this wrong. She vowed to do what she had to and then split.

It wasn't as easy as she thought. Once they pulled one diversion, the mob wanted more. They were in deep. They were facing federal charges and significant prison time.

About two years ago, warrants went out for their arrest. Dr. O'Toole was apprehended quickly because he remained in their home. Elizabeth went on the run and has been running ever since.

Malloy told me it was our relationship which helped track Eileen down.

Detective Henderson picked it up from here. She lives directly below O'Toole's apartment. Every time we would get together the noise of the bed, the moans, the vulgarity of O'Toole's commands could be heard clearly through the thin floors of the apartment. What surprised Henderson was the duration of things. She would hear us for days and then nothing.

Finally curiosity got the best of her. One day while her ceiling was bouncing, Henderson decided she was going to find out who these people were. Being a detective she was trained in listening and that weekend, while reading in her living room, she heard the upstairs door open and multiple footsteps going down the hall. Henderson said she ran out of her apartment and down her hall. She went to her mailbox in the lobby and watched as we walked down the stairs, one flight behind her.

I realized then where I saw her. I must say I was a bit embarrassed. How much of our 'sessions' did she really hear? Did she hear Eileen command me to lick her asshole? Did she hear me beg to be fucked? As I studied Henderson, the thought of sucking her cunt entered my mind. Eileen did turn me into a first-class pig.

Henderson went on. She was assigned to a narcotics case where shipments were being diverted from hospitals. All the hospitals were local and the pattern was exactly the same. This logically led to the job being pulled by the same group. All indications were an inside job. Henderson did a check of the databases for any common personnel. None showed up.

Still puzzled, Henderson did a look up on each of the hospitals web sites for personnel. Ironically, the first hospital had Eileen's picture. But the listed name was Patricia Heath. This caught her attention as she was sure the name on the apartment mail box was E. O'Donnell. When another hospital had Eileen's picture and the name was Corrine Glen, she knew she was on to something.

It took a couple of weeks to connect Eileen with Elizabeth and the federal warrant. The problem now became me. Who was this guy and what was his connection to all of this? It took nearly two months before they realized I was just some guy having some kinky sex with a felon. Still, did I know anything?

This visit was a follow-up to confirm what they believed. I was nothing more than a 'john' being used for the felon's pleasure. Our Q&A session confirmed this.

Eileen was arrested and went to trial. I followed the whole thing with great interest. Thank god my name never came up in proceedings. I learned a great deal from the tabloids and was able to piece much together. Eileen worked at five different hospitals all under different names. She had complete documentation for all of her credentials along with bogus social security numbers. Amazing what the mob can do.

The trial painted a picture of a young woman, Eileen/Elizabeth, totally controlled by her husband, a doctor. She put complete trust in him and he broke it. She admitted she knew of some financial difficulties but was unaware of their magnitude. Still thinking they could pull out of their troubles, she agreed to his scheme; unaware of his involvement with the mob. Her testimony centered on betrayal by the man she loved.

She also agreed to work with the feds and the names and structure of the mob organization, as she knew it, were exposed. I felt it was a dangerous move on her part. However, I wasn't giving the advice.

On her side were the ten women and 2 gay male jurors, along with a female judge. Her attorney must have cost a bundle. In the end, Eileen/Elizabeth was sentenced to 4 years in prison. With good behavior she could be out in two and a half.

Wow!

A couple of months later I received a letter from the Federal Prison Camp in Alderson, West Virginia.

"Dear Tim,

I am sure you now understand why our relationship could not progress beyond the physical. In a strange way I am happy to have this over with. Was it fate to be living over the detective who arrested me?

As we had no official commitment, I cannot ask anything of you. I will ask you to read this letter completely.

My marriage to Phillip is dissolved. In two and a half years or so I expect to be released. What will I do with my life is still uncertain. My crimes have truly fucked up my options. I do have some time to figure it out.

Please believe me when I say our time together was special to me. I did use you solely for my pleasure and as a release. I thank you and I apologize. 

When I told you we would do more couple-like things when things eased up, I meant it. You are a great person; a greater person than I deserve. I do have feelings for you; feelings deeper than what I displayed. My ad for a stable, well educated person lacking sexual limits and be willing to explore all aspects and avenues of kink was real. You met my criteria.

What I didn't realize was my life on the run would prevent me from exploring the stable, well educated portion. Our dinners out were always times of great angst for me. I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be arrested.

Another positive about my arrest is my life with the mob is over. I am no longer of value to them so I should be a free woman when I get out. At least I hope I am no longer of value to them.

If you choose to write to me, I will cherish each word. If not, I will understand. This will be my only letter to you. The ball is in your court.

In closing, I wish you the best.

Love,

Elizabeth"

The letter sat on my kitchen table for a week. Each night I read it. I knew from the start I would write back, but I needed to formulate what I was going to say and how it was going to be said.

We maintained correspondence over the next two years. I was always honest and I told Elizabeth about my relationships; none of which were serious. I told her I was 'mad at her' for turning me into such a pig and how she 'owed me' when she got out of the big house. In essence, I told her I was waiting for her.

Elizabeth agreed she 'owed me' and was looking forward to paybacks. She told me she learned quite a bit from a few of her new friends. God she could make me horny.

The two years went by quickly. Our letters were very warm and affectionate. I felt like we were actually getting closer.

When I learned of Liz's pending parole, I had decisions to make. Neither of the women I was 'bringing along' knew of each other, or about Liz. It was time to set things straight.

The first baring of my soul was with Kathy, a forty-three year old divorced school teacher, mother of four. Of the two she had the most baggage. She was burnt by her ex and it took years for her to begin to trust men again. Now, after eight months and some decent sex, I was about to drop a bomb on her.

I decided to tell her over dinner in a public place, just in case things didn't go well. Things didn't go well at all.

Her exact words were, "AFTER EIGHT FUCKING MONTHS YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE BANGING SOME WHORE ON THE SIDE? AND YOU'RE INVOLVED WITH SOME FUCKING DYKE IN PRISON WHO PROBABLY WANTS TO SHOVE HER COCK UP YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

I've never seen fury like this in a person before. For some ironic reason I was glad to see her flip out. It gave me a glimpse of her 'fight' mode. (All relationships have a 'fight' mode.)

I studied her for a moment then responded calmly but truthfully. I figured 'what the hell' and decided to go for broke. I said, "Yes, No, Yes, Maybe and For Sure."

Kathy looked at me with an irritated, pissed, confused look on her face. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT THE FUCK DOES 'YES, NO, YES, NO, YES, NO, MAYBE, MAYBE, SURE, SURE' MEAN? I'M PISSED AND YOU'RE PLAYING GAME SHOW HOST WITH ME?!!"

As calmly as possible, I told her those were my responses to her questions and comments about my other relationships. She still didn't get it. Kathy's anger made her spew forth knee jerk remarks she didn't even remember saying. I explained.

"Yes; I am involved with another woman. No; she is not a whore. Yes; I am involved with a woman in prison. Maybe; she probably has enjoyed other women while incarcerated. For sure; she is going to fuck me in the ass."

Kathy's mouth dropped. She stammered and became flush. Her voice was a bit lower when she asked, "You're telling me, you are going to allow this woman to fuck you in the ass?" 

I couldn't tell where she was going with her question, so I stayed the course.

"Kathy, I love anal sex. The woman in prison was the one who turned me on to it in the first place. The thought of it drives me wild with lust. Using your tongue, fingers, toys and cock on someone is an unbelievable feeling. It's something I hoped we would get to in our relationship."

She just sat there mesmerized by my words. I continued.

"I'm interested in a long term relationship, but only with a woman open to the kinkier side of sex. I'm not sure who the woman will be. If you are willing to continue as we are; knowing about the other two women; and if you are willing to open your world to other sexual pleasures, then our relationship has a chance."

I could see Kathy's wits returning as her face began to turn crimson. I didn't think this was a good sign, she exploded!

"FUCK YOU," she screamed throwing her wine at me; glass and all. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK THIS IS; SOME KIND OF FUCKING EXPERIMENT? YOU WANT KINKY SEX? I'LL GIVE YOU KINKY SEX! GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

By this time she was standing and still screaming. Her attention was now turned to the patrons, waiters, waitresses and everyone else watching. Her tirade continued, but now she was talking to the crowd.

"TIMMY BOY HERE WANTS KINKY SEX EVERYBODY!"

At this point I just wanted to crawl under the table and die! Kathy was pointing at me.

"HE WANTS ME TO FUCK HIM IN THE ASS; PROBABLY WANTS ME TO PISS AND SHIT ON HIM TOO. PREVETED FUCKING COCKSUCKER!"

With those final words, Kathy flipped the table over onto my lap and stormed out of the restaurant.

I sat there adorned with water, wine, sauces, vegetables, fish, rice, plates, napkins and silverware. Two waiters and a waitress rushed to my aid. Slowly I stood as the contents of the table were removed from my body. Wiping myself off, I glanced around the room to see every eye trained on me.

Thinking quickly I spoke in a calm voice. "Please accept my apology for my date's behavior. I'm not sure, but for some reason I don't think things went too well tonight."

The place broke out with laughter. It was the right comment to break the tension. As people settled down, they went back to their meals and conversations. A few people made humorous replies as a sign of support. When I was as clean as I could be under the circumstances, I thanked the waiters and waitresses for their help and went to settle the bill. The 'meal' was on the house.

On the ride home I thought about what happened. Realizing I did the right thing by clearing the air, my next realization was my error in selecting a public location as well as my direct 'getting to the point' approach. Knowing I still needed to clear the air with Chloe, the other woman I was dating, I decided to tell her in a more private environment; just in case. Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I called her on my cell while driving home.

The second part follows....Chloe's chapter



Karen Ch. 01



My girlfriend was someone I could always talk to. She helped me out with everything. School, life, you name it and we have talked about it. We've talked about drugs and alcohol. We've talked about sex. Maybe not as much talk about the sex as I would have liked but we did our fair share. I felt I was okay at it. Not unbelievable, but I was good. I knew what I was doing when it came down to it. She always liked it when we talked...I think. 

Karen was her name. She was about 5' 7" nice big ass and 36 DD breasts. She had dirty blond hair. She was amazing. Not only was she beautiful, but she was smart and my type of girl. No regrets. I was crazy about her. Oh I also for got to mention she's 40 years old. 

Okay so maybe she isn't my girlfriend but believe me I have wanted her to be since I knew what masturbating was. She was everything I wanted. There was only one problem. She was my friends mom. 

My boy Kyle and I go way back. We have been playing hockey together since we were about 6 years old. He was always the right wing and I was the left and are other friend Andrew was the center. The goals always went from Kyle to me to Andrew, or Kyle to Andrew to me. It was amazing the things we did as a line when we were younger. When we got older they got even better. 

I had never really noticed Karen until about a year ago. We were at Kyle's house after a game we had just won and Kyle had left to go get his girlfriend at the time. Kyle the previous week had just committed to Boston University for hockey and I had committed to Boston College. I was sitting at the kitchen table. Karen had just finished going through the divorce. She was fighting over custody of Kyle's younger brother Adam. Adam was staying at his dad's house for the weekend

Anyways I was finishing up dinner and Karen had started to do the dishes. I figured I might as well help her. I got up and said,

"Let me help you with the dishes Mrs. Crowley...or Miss..."

"Oh Chris you don't have to do that and how long have I known you? Call me Karen"

"Okay Karen let me help you"

I grabbed the pile of plates from the counter and placed them in the sink. As I placed them in the sick, water came up and hit Karen in the shirt. Not just a little water but a good amount.

"Shit"

"I am so sorry about that."

"Oh don't worry Chris. Its just a little water. I'm gonna have to take this off and put it in the dryer. Give me one second."

I went back to cleaning the dishes. When she came back she didn't have a shirt on. She was just in her bra. And man did she look stunning. I had never noticed her before. Her tits were huge. It was like I was on another planet. She came out in a black bra and her tits were right there. I had to catch myself and get back into what I was doing because she asked me,

"You're alright if I'm like this aren't you?"

What was I gonna say no? I looked into her eyes and just got out "No"

"Good now lets get back to what we were doing. So how are the ladies?"

"I'm not too good with the ladies."

"What do you mean. Do you have trouble talking to them?

"No it's not that."

"What is it asking them out?"

"Its not that it either."

"Well don't keep me guessing. What is it?"

"Its kind of embarrassing. I don't think I should say."

"Chris look at me."

As she said this she grabbed me by the waist and turned me towards her. I looked into her eyes again. I tried so hard not to look down are her breasts. 

"Chris, I have known you for 12 years now and you think you can't tell me about a problem your having with girls."

"Okay here it goes. I've been told I am bad at the um sex part."

"Oh I wasn't really expecting that."

"I knew I shouldn't have told you that. Its so embarrassing."

"Hey, hey, hey don't worked up over it. Here have a seat. Now be my specific. What do you mean not good at sex?"

I found my self starting to look down at her breasts again. It was so hard not to look. There they were just aching to be taken out and sucked on. I felt like she was teasing me.

"I sort of um don't really um know what to do."

"Oh so you just need to learn sweetheart."

"It's a little late for that now. The whole school knows I'm bad. My ex-girlfriend told everyone."

"I think I might be able to help you. Okay go to the place where you were fooling around with Ashley for the first time. Now remember one thing she said you were bad at."

I went back to being in Ashley's room. When we kissed for the first time I knew she didn't like it and she told me 2 years later. 

"When I kissed Ashley for the first time she seemed like she didn't like it."

"Oh really. Did she say what the problem was?"

"Yea she said I didn't use enough tongue and that I cant cum in my pants when were just kissi- Oh my God I am so sorry.

"Don't worry Chris its not the first time I've heard it. So here kiss me."

"Excuse me what?"

"Hahaha I said come here and kiss me. Don't worry it wont mean anything. 

"But your Kyle's mom I cant do that no way."

"Do you want to get better or not? Now get over here."

As I went over to where she was standing my heart was racing. I had never felt like this before. As I got closer and closer to her I felt my cock getting harder. As I approached her she put her arms around me.

"Now grab my face gently by the chin with your fingers and pull my lips to yours."

As I did my cock started to ach in my pants and wanted to break through my jeans. When our lips touched it was like electricity had gone through me. As we kissed for a few seconds Karen pulled her body closer and we were touching. My hard cock was touching Karen's body. The simple thought of that almost made me explode. Then I felt something try and swim through my lips and into my mouth. It was her tongue. I went with it and kind of opened my mouth and let her explore it. She gave a slight moan and I felt her push harder against me. I put both my hand at the sides of her face and puller her closer. Then she let out another moan. She pulled away slowly and we both opened our eyes. I looked deep into her eyes.

"Wow that was amazing."

"Yea it was honey. Your not that bad."

At that moment my phone rang. It was Kyle.

"Yo brother what's up?"

"Nothin man I don't think I am coming home tonight."

"Shit um how am I supposed to get home remember you picked me up today."

"Oh yea. Ask my mom if she can drive you?"

"I heard him and yes I'll drive you home."

My cock jumped again realizing I was gonna be with Karen again.

"Alright man I'll see you on Monday"

"Yea later."

Karen took her shirt out of the dryer and put it on and we hopped in the car 

and drove to my house.



Karen Ch. 02



Let me begin by saying that if you haven't read chapter one you really should. It will explain how I got to where this story begins. That being said, on we go.

I spent the day in meetings but was unable to get my mind off the events of either the previous night or that morning before I had left the room. I wasn't feeling guilty. On the contrary I couldn't wait to be free to experiment more with this newfound freedom I had discovered. I briefly considered trying to expose something to some of the others in the meeting but quickly ruled that out as being a path to corporate suicide. I was horny not crazy. Finally around 4:00 I feigned a migraine and escaped. 

I felt the excitement build as I drove my rental car closer to my hotel. I parked and entered the lobby. As I passed the restaurant I saw the boy that had brought my dinner the previous night. We made eye contact, he blushed, I smiled and winked before continuing on to the elevators. 

I went to my room and resisted the temptation to immediately make myself cum. Instead I opened the drapes and stepped out onto the balcony. I looked across the street to where my admirer from earlier this morning had been but saw no one. 

I shrugged off the mild disappointment and walked back inside being sure to leave the drapes open. I stood in front of the mirror and slowly undressed not knowing if someone was watching from across the street but hoping that they were. I was feeling very horny but I was wanting more than just what my fingers or the water faucet could provide. I was not, however, ready to go looking for some one night stand. I decided to see if I could locate an adult novelty shop. 

Checking the telephone directory I located three. I then found a map in the front of the book that would at least get me in the general area of each of them. 

I decided to take another bath and resisted again the temptation to allow the water to give me release. I also trimmed my pubic hair very close so that although I was not shaved, there wasn't much left to obscure the view. I next considered how I wanted to dress for my latest adventure. 

I didn't have any definite plans on what exactly I was going to do while I was out but I wanted to be ready should the opportunity to flash someone present itself. I selected a thin white rayon blouse and a black skirt that although it hung to my ankles buttoned completely up the front allowing me to determine how much leg, or anything else, I wanted to show. I decided against wearing anything underneath either garment. The blouse felt good against my nipples which, between the material and the excitement of what I was doing, were proudly at attention. A pair of low heels completed my evenings attire. I fixed my hair and makeup, took a deep breath and headed out the door.

I stopped as I entered the lobby. I stood for several minutes observing the restaurant. When I had seen what I wanted to see I entered and sat at a table in the corner facing the wall with my back to the rest of the room. I picked the spot for two reasons. First, people looking at me could only see my back and second because I knew from my observations that this table belonged to my young friend from the night before. He began speaking as he approached my table asking how I was. 

When he reached the point where he could see it was me he choked and almost dropped the glass of water he was carrying. I smiled, told him I was doing very well and asked how his night had been. Seeing that I was not angry he smiled back, blushed and said that it had been alright but that last night had been much better. I replied that the night was still young and there was always a chance his night would improve. 

He left my table to allow me to look at the menu. When he returned I had unbuttoned one button on my blouse to allow him somewhat of a view. He couldn't see as much as he would have liked but it was a start and it promised more. Each time he returned to my table I loosened another button. By the end of the meal my totally unbuttoned blouse was only being held together by the fact that it was tucked into my skirt and my nipples were clearly visible to anyone that would have happened to have sat next to me. 

I finished my meal and asked him for the check. The huge erection I had noticed the night before was back. This kid was hung like a horse! He stood toward the front of my table as I prepared to leave buttoning half my buttons but still leaving a generous amount of cleavage visible. He was disappointed that the show was over but I had one surprise remaining. I had unbuttoned my skirt well over half way and as I spread my legs to stand up out of the chair I flashed him a birds eye view of my closely trimmed pussy. 

We had talked some as he served me dinner. I had learned that his name was Steve and that he was 19 years old. I smiled at him and as I turned to leave, gave that massive package of his a gentle squeeze, said "Steve you're going to make a lot of girls happy with this thing." I then gave him a wink as I walked out the door.

I was dripping as I got into my rental car for my trip to the novelty shop. My show for Steve had really turned me on. I had to resist the urge to get myself off right there in the parking deck. I started the engine and left the parking deck. I proceeded toward the closest of the novelty shops on my list. On the way I again unbuttoned all the buttons but one on my blouse. This allowed the breeze from the open window to blow it open as I drove exposing my breasts to anyone driving next to me. 

Several guys blew their horns and tried to make eye contact with me but I ignored them pretending to be in my own little world. One even followed me for several blocks honking and flashing his lights but when I didn't pull over he eventually turned off. I was steadily getting in a seedier part of town. I located the adult bookstore but decided against this one as there were several scary looking men loitering around the entrance. 

I drove on to my second destination which ended up being across the street from a shopping mall. The entrance and parking lot was well lit and it seemed that the clientele was a bit more upscale than the last place. I missed the entrance to the lot on my first pass and as I was looking for a place to turn around I spotted a lone man sitting at a bus stop just up the street. 

I decided to have a little fun. Making sure my blouse was open and that my skirt was unbuttoned sufficiently far I pulled over to the curb and rolled down the passenger window as if to ask directions. He approached and his eyes got very wide. I told him I was lost and asked for directions to a fictitious address. He never took his eyes from my pussy but managed to stammer that he had never heard of the street. I thanked him and pulled from the curb back into traffic.

I circled the mall but didn't find anyone else I wanted to flash so I pulled into the lot at the adult bookstore. I buttoned by blouse half way up again but left my skirt unbuttoned to just below my pussy. If I leaned over I knew that my breasts would be on display and if I squatted my pussy would be visible to anyone standing across from me. 

I entered and was pleasantly surprised to learn that my observations from outside the store had been accurate. The store was clean and the several patrons, both male and female, all appeared respectable. There were two female salespeople talking behind the counter. The store had nothing but adult books, videos and DVD's on the main floor but at the rear was a staircase that lead to a balcony. The balcony completely circled the sales floor and was stocked with every type of sex toy imaginable. 

I went upstairs and began to browse. As I was looking at an assortment of vibrators I noticed that one of the men on the floor below kept stealing glances at the part of my leg that was visible due to my unbuttoned skirt. I pretended to be distracted and as I continued to read the back of the box I moved toward the balcony rail and stood with my legs slightly spread. I knew from his position that he had a clear view of my pussy. I stood there for another minute then turned and put the box back on the shelf. I continued teasing him several minutes by picking up other boxes and repeating my routine until it got old. I then went back to my quest for sex toys. 

I continued to shop for several minutes when I heard a female voice ask "May I help you?" I turned and saw one of the sales girls I had noticed when I entered. She was about 5'4" and athletic, had dark brown hair and blue eyes, looked to be in her early 20's and was dressed in a white Harley Davidson t-shirt and khaki shorts. Her name tag said her name was Vicki. 

I told her it felt strange to ask for help selecting a sex toy. She laughed and said that a lot of people were uncomfortable while they were shopping and that she would be glad to leave me alone if I wanted her to but that I should feel free to ask her any questions. She added with a gleam in her eye that she had experience with many of the items on display. Vicki also said that if I wanted to tell her what I liked or what I was looking for she could probably steer me in the right direction. 

I replied that I really didn't know what I was looking for and that I didn't have enough experience with toys to know what I liked. Vicki said, "Take me for example, I like to be really filled up while my clit is vibed. To do that I use this small but really powerful bullet vibe and this." Vicki then walked several feet away and selected a jelly dong that was over 10" long and had to be 2 ½ inches thick with balls and a suction cup at the base. 

I replied, "Your kidding, you can take that? It looks like it would split you in two!" Vicki said, "Oh yeah, I stick the suction cup onto the hardwood floor in my apartment and once I work myself down onto it I use the bullet on my clit. I love the feeling of being so full and having my clit stimulated all at once!" 

I looked at the huge jelly dong and immediately thought of Steve, the waiter from the hotel restaurant. I looked back at Vicki and said "Sold, I'll take the set." Vicki also recommended some lubricant and made me promise to come back and tell her how I liked it when I got the chance. 

I was about to leave when Vicki said, " I saw you flashing for that guy earlier and I was wondering if you'd show me what you did him?" I considered it only a second then I said, "I'll go one better." I unbuttoned my blouse all the way and pulled either side of my skirt apart exposing my full front to her. I then turned, let go of my skirt and walked out the door with my breasts bared for all to see. Her final comment as I left was "If it doesn't do everything you need come back and I'll take care of you." The grin on her face and the twinkle in her eye made me know she wasn't talking about a refund. 

I returned to my car and drove back to my hotel with my breasts totally exposed however it was getting late and there were few people on the road to appreciate the view. Not that it mattered, just the idea that someone could see me made me really hot.

I returned to my hotel. No one was visible in the parking deck so I left my shirt open as I got out of my car and walked inside. Again, no one was in the lobby so I walked quickly through my breasts swaying in the free air as I went. I entered the elevator and removed my skirt leaving me wearing only my unbuttoned blouse and low heels. I held my breath as the elevator opened on my floor. Somewhat disappointed because no one was there I walked slowly down the hall to my room, took my time removing my key and finally, when it was apparent no one was coming, entered the room. 

I immediately opened the toys, took off my shirt and sat on the bed. My pussy was soaking but Vicki had warned me about trying to use the big dildo without lubricant no matter how wet I was. I took my time spreading lubricant over the entire length of the shaft. I kept imagining it was Steve's big dick that I was playing with. 

I lay back and with some effort eased the head inside me. It was large and stretched me as it entered. I slowly worked it in and out until I had about half of it inside me. My drapes were still open allowing anyone in the building across the street a full view of what I was doing. This got me even hotter and wetter. I continued to fuck myself with the big dildo taking more of it with each thrust. 

Finally when I didn't think I could get any more of it inside me I felt the balls against my ass. I picked up the vibe and cut it on low. I touched it to my clit and immediately was on the edge of an orgasm. I let it hold me there for several minutes slowly stroking the big dildo out until I could feel the edge of the head about to come out, then all the way back in again. 

Not being able to stand it any longer I cut the vibe on full power and placed it against my clit just as I pushed the big dildo all the way inside of me. My orgasm was immediate and explosive! I came for what seemed like five minutes. As my climax subsided I cut off the vibe and let it fall and relaxed allowing the dildo to slowly slide from my drenched pussy. 

I drifted off to sleep on top of the covers naked for all the world to see. The next day I would have to return home, but I would return a different woman from when I left. My adventures had only begun...



Karen Ch. 02



I would like to thank those readers who emailed comments to me re. Chapter 1 of this story. I had a small problem with my email so I hope that my replies were received. I would also like to apologize for the erratic scheduling of these chapters. I didn't take into consideration the time lag involved.

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Karen sat, across from Jack, her needlepoint in her lap, but with her thoughts far from what she was doing with needle and thread. She was extremely conflicted. She had a strong suspicion that Jack was uneasy with her. His "casual" questions were anything but casual.

"Why would he ask would I did for lunch?" she thought guiltily. Jack and Karen had been together for too many years for her not to sense his uneasiness. 

"He suspects something. Perhaps I should have told him the truth. Having lunch with an old friend is not something shameful. Why did I lie?" she wondered. "I have nothing to be ashamed of, so why did I lie to him? Does he know that I just lied?"

She quickly glanced up at him. He had been staring at that page of the newspaper forever. She knew that his thoughts were not on the newspaper. "He knows that I lied. What should I do? Can I just admit to him that I lied, that I did not want to tell him that I had lunch with Jim Belsen? Damn it, it was just lunch - but if it was just lunch, then why did I just lie to Jack?"

Karen had not seen or even thought of Jim Belsen since her college days. Now, out of the blue, he turns up at her company as a sales manager. He had been headhunted, accepted the offer and had started in his present position last week. She had been shocked to see him - had recognized him almost immediately. He had been striding down the hall when she came upon him.

She stopped, stunned and called out, "Jim? Jim Belsen? Is that really you?"

He stopped, turned and looked at her. His face reflected that same shock, "Oh my God, it's Karen! Karen Palmer. I don't believe it. I haven't seen you in, what? 25 years? and it doesn't look like you have changed a bit."

Karen laughed a bit nervously and replied, "It's Karen Bell, Jim. I've been married since graduating from college and I have two grown children, so don't tell me that I haven't changed." She had to smile at his discomfort.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I'm just a little stunned. I certainly didn't expect to see you here, and I do remember that you married - Jack, isn't it? And if you have changed, it is certainly not for the worse, you look terrific," he said softly.

Karen actually blushed, something that she didn't remember doing for some years. They spent a few minutes chatting and then promised each other that they would have lunch later in the week and catch up with each other's lives.

Karen sat at her desk, her face flushed. She felt her heart beating rapidly and she took a deep breath. She knew that she had to calm down. She also knew, almost subconsciously, what was again happening to her. Why now?

"Damn, damn. Why now? Was her life going to be impacted by that cruel, fickle finger of fate?" she worried. 

She recognized why she was so flushed. She also realized that her nipples had hardened and that the crotch of her panties was moist. She quickly arose and walked purposefully to the ladies room where she washed her face in cold water and redid her makeup. She knew that she had to get hold of herself.

"Damn it, I'm 46 years old, not 18. I can't believe that he can still make me feel this way. He hadn't really changed all that much. A little gray in his dark hair, and perhaps a few more pounds, but he still looked good, damned good, and that small smile - just like years ago. This is dangerous, I have to exercise some self-control," she thought to herself. 

"He is going to be working here and I'm going to see him daily. I have to steel myself. No way am I going to jeopardize my marriage and my future," she told herself grimly.

Yet, when he asked her to lunch the next day, she accepted with no hesitation.

Karen again glanced up at Jack. The newspaper lay in his lap and his eyes were fixed on the tv. "Is he actually watching that slop on the boob tube?" she wondered, "or were his thoughts elsewhere. Damn, it was just lunch, nothing more," she told herself again. But, being honest with herself, she knew that she had been deeply aroused and was not able to concentrate on her work that afternoon. She had to visit the ladies room, where in the privacy of a closed stall, she lowered her panties and used her fingers to bring herself to a quick orgasm. She felt horribly embarrassed, this is something that she hadn't done in decades.

She rushed out of the office at quitting time and broke a few speed laws in her efforts to get home as quickly as she could. She saw Jack's car in the driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. Rushing into the house she called to him and literally attacked him. She needed him to make love to her - no, not make love - she needed him to fuck her and she made that need known in no uncertain terms. Their coupling did not take long, they were both too keyed up. Lying together after, she had tears in her eyes and she prayed that her love for her husband would protect her from the fire generated in her loins by Jim Belsen.

Karen rose from the sofa and said, "Honey, it's after ten o'clock. I know that we're both tired and it's time for bed, especially after the workout we both enjoyed earlier," Seeing Jack return her smile, she heard him state that he would be up shortly.

It didn't take Karen long to prepare for bed. She was truly exhausted and she knew that the present situation was going to be impossible for her. Lying in bed, her thoughts again retreated to her early college years. 

She met Jim Belsen the very first day she arrived at school. He was standing in back of her in line. They, and many other freshmen, were in the library waiting to get their library cards. They struck up a conversation and she knew that she was really taken with him. His dark eyes and hair were complimented by his fair complexion. He was not especially tall, but that small smile captivated her. She actually thought that it was love at first sight. Like a typical 18 year old girl she was already planning their wedding in her mind. When he asked her to join him for a coke, she knew that they were destined for each other.

They started to date. Just casual meetings at the student lounge and a pizza at the local Italian eatery. Karen was anxiously waiting for Jim to make a move on her. His very presence aroused her. A simple goodnight kiss caused her to almost pant with desire. He was either totally unaware of her sexual desire for him, or was, with almost diabolical intent, slowly torturing her. 

Karen was not a virgin. While she was not promiscuous in high school, she did have a steady and was initiated into the joy of sex in her senior year. The romance did not last long, but, thankfully, her boy friend was a considerate and imaginative lover (strange for a 18 year old boy) and she found that she thoroughly enjoyed a wide range of sexual activities. 

The next two months with Jim were almost surreal, a confused, almost hallucinatory time period. Neither had a car and they both lived in separate school dormitories, so finding time alone was difficult. Whether it was a bench in a secluded park, a private corner of the library at night or in a deserted picnic area, they enjoyed each others bodies. 

The irony of that time was that, for one reason or another, they never were able to take that final step and have intercourse. Oh, they knew each others body very well. They had engaged in mutual masturbation, they enjoyed oral sex and those experiences left them sated. Karen found that when she was making out with Jim she had almost continuous orgasms. Objectively, she realized that he was not all that remarkable a lover, but his very presence was almost intoxicating to her.

She recalled their last date with vivid detail. Jim had been able to reserve a study room in the library and had managed to bring a blanket in with him. She met him there and they soon were on the blanketed floor and in each other's arms. Clothes were quickly shed, despite the possibility of someone walking in through the door.

Karen remembered how excited she had been. Her thoughts lingered on these memories. How she had taken him in her mouth and laved his cock lovingly. Jim moved and returned the favor, burying his face in her moist warmth, his tongue playing with her clitoris. His tongue had moved further and touched her anus and how she had exploded in a huge orgasm which touched off his ejaculation deep in her throat. They had separated, exhausted and then heard footsteps outside the door. This was enough to frighten them and they quickly dressed and sat at the desk. Karen smiled as she remembered their giggles as well as the frustration at not being able again, to consummate their relationship. They had promised each other that that would happen and happen soon. Soon had never come.

A call, not long after, to the Dean's office finally brought Karen to her senses. Her grades had suffered dramatically and she was in danger of flunking out. That notice was like a cold slap in the face, an abrupt return to reality. It caused her to take stock of what she was doing and brought her to the realization that she really was not in love with Jim Belsen, she was more in lust with him. The attraction was strictly physical and had become dangerous. 

Karen was no fool. She tracked Jim down and they had a very frank and open discussion. Thankfully, Jim did not make a fuss about Karen's decision to stop seeing him; he seemed almost relieved. He also recognized the fire that was consuming them and the danger hidden therein.

Karen had been able to keep her resolve to step away from Jim. The shock of her failing grades and the humiliation of her possible expulsion from school was enough to return her to sanity. And, of course, falling in love with Jack Bell enabled her to, she thought, put her sexual fantasies about Jim Belsen out of mind. 

Except for that night, the night when she pulled Jim to the dance floor. Her inhibitions and her resolve had melted away. The slow dances were torture for her, feeling him tight against her, his obvious erection rubbing against her belly. She felt she would rape him on the dance floor. Thank goodness she was able to come to her senses and insist that Jack leave with her. She remembered virtually attacking Jack in the car and the wild passion in the back seat. She knew then that resisting her sexual attraction for Jim was going to be a full time job.

Karen heard Jack in the hall and feigned sleep. She was much too confused and upset to engage in late night chats with her husband. It was easier to just pretend to be asleep. 

Jack quietly prepared for bed and crawled in beside Karen. He leaned over, kissed her cheek and whispered, "I love you, honey." He then turned and settled down, hoping that he would be able to sleep.

Karen inwardly cringed at his kiss. She felt terribly guilty, as if she had somehow betrayed her husband. She knew why, she knew why this feeling. Somehow she knew that she actually would do that, betray Jack, her lover, her best friend, her life partner - her husband. She got very little sleep that night.

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Jim Belsen was not having a peaceful evening. He had been anxious since first discovering that Karen Palmer (oops, Bell) worked for the same company. He had told himself that their attraction for each other was a thing of the past and should not interfere with their present relationship. They would be old friends and would treat each other accordingly. He envisioned his wife Sara and he visiting Jack and Karen. It would almost be like college. Just casual get-to-gethers - good buddies.

It was with that thought that he invited Karen to lunch the next day. His thoughts went back to that meeting.

Karen clung to his arm and he felt a bit uncomfortable with her closeness. They were shown to their table and chatted , but with an underlying tension that was obvious to both of them. 

"This is lovely, Jim" said Karen. "I hadn't realized that the Marriott had such a beautiful dining area," 

Jim agreed and added, "I find that they usually do, Karen. The menu is quite nice also."

Their conversation was awkward and stilted and they both realized that. Karen looked at Jim, and in a low voice, spoke her mind. "We both know what we're thinking, isn't that true, Jim?. We can both feel the excitement, the passion. I know that you feel it too." She colored as she murmured those words. Her eyes lowered and she felt her face flushing.

Jim, visibly upset, took her chin in his hand and said, "Yes, Karen, I do feel it, but it would be terribly wrong to give in to it. I am insanely drawn to you. I want nothing more than to take you and ravish you right on this table, or, more appropriately, take you up to a room and screw the daylights out of you. But, you know the possible consequences, the horror that we could be unleashing. We are both married, do we really want to risk it?"

Karen took a deep breath and replied, "You're right, Jim. I know that it would be terribly wrong, so we have to pretend that we're just old friends. I just hope that we can maintain that pretense. I would be devastated to cause your marriage any harm, and I'm sure that you feel the same." 

The rest of the lunch went well, the two of them rehashing old college days, but with no reference to their sexual relationship. Jim maintained a semblance of normalcy during the lunch, and showed no outward stress the rest of the afternoon. But his brain was awhirl with conflicting thoughts. 

He knew that what he told Karen was very true, any resumption of their sexual activities could backfire big time and totally destroy their lives. He could sense though that Karen, while agreeing with him outwardly, was not going to accept his warning. He did not know why, but he knew Karen and he knew that for some strange reason, his presence was to her like catnip to a horny feline. He prayed that he had the strength to resist her and to resist the fire that could destroy them. But, somehow he knew, deep in his gut, that they would finally do what they had not been able to do while in school.



Karen Ch. 02



....picking up from the last paragraph of "Karen—Part 1; Eileen's chapter..." we begin

Karen—Part 2; Chloe's chapter

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On the ride home I thought about what happened. Realizing I did the right thing by clearing the air, my next realization was my error in selecting a public location as well as my direct 'getting to the point' approach. Knowing I still needed to clear the air with Chloe, the other woman I was dating, I decided to tell her in a more private environment; just in case. Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I called her on my cell while driving home.

Chloe was glad to hear from me. 

Explaining my need to have a heart to heart talk changed her mood only slightly. She told me we did indeed need to talk about things. She invited me to her apartment as her kids were with their father.

A different approach was going to be used this time. I would start from the beginning and take her through my life starting after Mary. Chloe seemed a bit more logical and understanding, so perhaps she would understand my perspective.

Some background on Chloe: she was incredibly erotic, at least to me. Her skin was a natural olive tone and her hair a very luxurious black, both attributed to her Jamaican mother. Her accent came from her father, who was French. Although she was US born, she spent many years abroad as her family traveled. She was a classy woman.

Chloe stood about five feet ten and had a slender build with hazel eyes. She had absolutely no breasts; not even little fleshy mounds. Only two, dark, sensitive nipples bejeweled Chloe's chest.

The first time we were naked, she set the tone about her nipples. "Even though I have no breasts, I have been blessed with all their nerves. They are located right here." Chloe pulled her nipples hard, and as far away as possible from her chest. "I want you to suck and bite them."

What an incredibly impassioned encounter it was to experience a woman's orgasm solely through her nipples. Chloe is also a squirter. She definitely had the potential for serious kink.

The problem in our relationship was time. Chloe was still married, but separated. She traveled a great deal on business and thus had very little free time away from her children while at home. Still, she was hot when we did get together and knew what she wanted. It was only a matter of time before I would work my way to her ass.

Chloe was also hairless and enjoyed our similarity.

A quick stop at home to shower and change and I was off to Chloe's place. I wasn't sure how the evening would go, but I sensed a bit of horniness in her voice when we made arrangements. Just in case, I cleared my body of any stubble and decided to go without underwear; something Chloe really enjoyed. She loved to work my cock through my pants and left many a lipstick stain on them.

Chloe met me at the door wearing only a long, thick, white, terry-cloth bathrobe. I wouldn't have thought twice about it since the time was well past nine; however, her make-up was impeccably applied, she was also wearing large hoped ear rings. Her hair was combed and flowing. She led me into the living room picking up a bottle of fine Merlot and two wine glasses along the way.

I was losing the nerve to tell her my story as my cock was fattening from watching her ass sway beneath the robe.

Chloe gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as she seductively whispered into my ears to open the wine. My loins were stirring. I poured our wine and after a sip or two and some idle chit-chat, Chloe broke the ice on the topic du jour. "Tim, you said we needed to talk. Why don't you start?" Here voice was seductively sweet.

One more sip, a quick top-off and I began my story.

Chloe listened intently. She was taking it all in. I told her of Mary's frigidity and my journey to the present. She really got into the Eileen/Liz story, especially since she followed the trial. I didn't mention Kathy, but I did bring up Liz's parole and how I felt the need to clear the air.

When I was done, I sort of slumped back on the sofa. I had a "What am I to do?--Do you understand?" look on my face. Chloe thought for a moment and then asked what made this woman so special I would wait for her while she was in prison?

It was a great question; one which caught me off-guard.

A zillion thoughts raced through my head. Images of sucking Liz's clit; my tongue rimming her brown hole; Liz's manicured fingers lubricating my ass; the tightness of her chute as it clamped around my cock; and a myriad of other acts swirled as I thought of what to say. The answer was obvious.

Taking a sip of wine, I looked at Chloe and said, "Kinky sex."

The look in Chloe's eyes startled me. It wasn't anger but rather lust. With the smoothness of silk, Chloe stood and unfastened the belt of her robe. Letting it fall to the floor my eyes feasted on her nakedness. My cock became hard instantly as I gazed at her two plump and protruding nipples.

Chloe stepped towards me bringing her hands up to her nipples. She raked each with her long painted talons. Looking me in the eyes, she asked in a sultry and husky voice, "Interested?"

Without waiting for a response, Chloe straddled me. Her knees were on either side of my hips, her thighs rode mine, and her ass cheeks rested between my spread knees. Her pussy was slightly open and I could see the lips glistening with her wetness. Chloe then slid her arms across my shoulders bringing her mouth onto mine. Her tongue wet to work the instant our lips met.

She slid her tongue in and out of my mouth as if she was fucking it. When I returned her actions, her lips clamped my tongue and sucked it like a cock. We went back and forth seductively devouring each other's mouth. As Chloe broke our kiss, her hands went to the back of my head and guided my mouth to her left nipple.

When I sucked it, her pussy released a stream of juice which drenched my pants, soaking through onto my loins and balls. With each suckle she released more along with deep moans. She brought her other nipple to my mouth causing another flood when my lips covered it.

After my sucking satisfied Chloe, she pushed me away from her breasts, still maintaining her position. Her hands moved to my trousers and undid the belt and top button. As she pulled down my zipper, my cock sprang into her hand. Leaning back slightly, Chloe slowly rubbed my cock in long jack off motions with one hand, while her other hand massaged her pussy in a similar manner.

Gazing into my eyes, Chloe said, "What type of kinky sex does your Liz enjoy."

For some reason, all thought of Liz had vanished from my mind; her question bringing me back to reality.

Sensing my state of lost thought, Chloe pushed on. "Now Tim," she said while plying my dick with knowing strokes, "You say this woman provides you with kinky sex. Tell me what is so kinky and maybe, just maybe, I might be interested."

Good God, I thought to myself. If ever the time was right, this has got to be it. I looked into Chloe's eyes and said, "Liz turned me into an ass freak." I wanted to see where this would go.

"Hmmmmmm," Chloe purred. Releasing my cock and grabbing the middle finger of my right hand, guiding it into her warm, moist cunt. She moved it around collecting as much juice as possible.

Pulling it out, Chloe guided it back a few inches. "Push your finger into my ass." Before I could move, she was doing it herself. Chloe released a loud moan and as my finger entered her passage. 

"That feels so good" she groaned, closing her eyes as to savor the penetration. "I've been into anal sex all my life. I was hoping you would be too."

Chloe pulled my finger out and brought it to her mouth. "I simply adore this. I need it so much." Her words floated out, intended for no one but herself. With her eyes still closed as if dreaming, Chloe started to lick my finger as if it was a candy cane. In and out of her mouth; sucking and working her tongue around it with an unleashed passion.

Opening her eyes as she released my hand, Chloe looked at me and begged, "I need you to lick my ass. I need you to stick your tongue as far as possible up my hole. Devour me." 

hrowing herself onto the floor, Chloe's ass was high in the air exposing her brown, slightly gaped hole. I wasted no time responding. Tearing off my clothes and tossing them aside, I fell to my knees and immediately stuck my tongue into her waiting opening.

It had been a long time. I went after her ass with a lost fervor.

Chloe wiggled here ass onto my tongue. We were both in heat. I lapped her entire area, switching to and fro between her pussy and asshole. I was driving Chloe wild and she flooded my face with her juice.

"Lay down on the floor. I need your cock up there." Chloe was pushing me down and climbing onto me.

Squatting over my groin, she placed one foot on either side of my hips. Shoving my cock into her cunt Chloe told me how good it felt and much better it was going to feel buried in her ass. Once I was thoroughly lubed, she took my shaft and positioned it at the opening of her ass. With one push Chloe took it all the way up her ass.

A cry erupted from her. "Jesus Christ, yesssss." 

Chloe's body shuddered as her hands went to my chest for support. The feeling was incredible. The warmth and tightness around my cock sent me to another level. Chloe was literally crying; both of us swimming in bliss.

Slowly, Chloe started moving her ass up on down my cock. Each stroke brought moans from the two of us. The pleasure kept building and Chloe started moving faster. The speed, tightness and warmth of her ass started to bring my orgasm into the picture.

"If you keep up this pace, I'm going to cum in your ass." I warned.

"No," she said, "no yet. I want your cum." She stopped her movements and lowered her buttocks onto my groin; re-burying my cock within her. Chloe arched backward and moved an arm behind her to support herself. "First, I want to cum with your fat dick up my ass."

With her free hand, Chloe started spanking her mound.

"Pull my nipples," she commanded.

My hands went to her chubby nubs and starting pulling. Chloe spanked harder and faster. Her mound was becoming quite red.

"Pull harder! Use your thumbs on the flesh." Chloe was orchestrating her orgasm.

My first two fingers were now pulling her buds from her chest while my thumbs moved quickly over her fleshy nubs at the end. Chloe was becoming frenzied.

"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES," she screamed over and over as her hand reddened her swelling mound.

"YES! THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT! GEEEE—JUSSSS! NOW! NOW!"

Arching her back while she threw her slapping arm behind her for more support, Chloe's cunt erupted with juice and a torrid stream of piss. Guttural cries were all she could muster as her orgasm overtook her. My torso was covered with her wetness and my face was moist from the splashes off my chest.

Chloe collapsed on top of me, our chests sandwiched around her piss. My cock was still buried in her ass and I was dangerously close to explosion. Chloe must have sensed this, for she slowly lifted her buttocks; releasing my cock from her ass with a pop.

After a few minutes rest, she slid down my body, stroking my cock with her torso. When her face came in contact with my dick, Chloe engulfed it and started sucking and pumping my shaft. After a few deep sucks Chloe pulled my cock from her mouth and looked into my eyes. Stroking my cock she said, "Kinky sex. I adore kinky sex. Now, time for one of my favorites; snow balling."

Without looking for a response Chloe went after my cock with a passion. She sensed my orgasm as my balls tightened. Her lips went to the head of my dick and her tongue bathed the crown. Stroking my shaft, it erupted; sending globs of warm thick sperm into her mouth.

My orgasm wasn't done when Chloe's mouth left my cock. Restraddling my loins, she took hold of my still oozing cock and positioned it at the opening to her ass. With a shove it was in and Chloe's mouth was locked onto mine. She pushed my cum into my mouth. Our tongues swirled it back and forth between us. Chole's ass was squeezing the remaining spunk from my shaft.

Our kissing lasted for quite awhile, becoming slower, sloppier and ending with a mutual swallow.

Chloe spoke first. "Stay there and I'll get us something to wash this down with."

I remained still as Chloe got up and went to retrieve her wine. Taking a sip as she returned, Chloe stood astride my head. Tilting her head and wine glass back to empty it, she released a stream of piss directly onto my face. 

Stunned, but without hesitation, I opened my mouth to capture her nectar. Gulping and swallowing as fast as I could wasn't enough. Chloe's piss soaked me as well as the carpet. When she finished, Chloe stood over me smiling.

"How was that for some kinky sex?" she said seductively.

All I could do was smirk as I responded, "What's a man to do?"

Extending her hand, Chloe helped me to my feet. "Let's clean up."

We didn't sleep much that night. Chloe would wake up and attack me. I'd wake up and attack her. She really had a thing for sharing cum. I called in sick the next morning and we just continued kink.

Later in the morning, we both passed out. When I awoke it was early evening, I could hear Chloe in the kitchen. I threw on my shorts and went to say hi. After a nice kiss followed by Chloe dropping to her knees and sucking me to another erection; she told me to take a shower and she'll have something ready to eat when I was done.

While we ate at her kitchen table, Chloe reminded me she too needed to talk about things. She told me she was returning to her husband. I was speechless.

Chloe said her need for a complete family was too strong. She said she really cared for me, but her children loved their father and in reality she loved him too. Over the last few months they were able to work out their differences. She was returning to their home the following week.

I wasn't hurt but I was surprised. I cautiously asked her about their sex life and Chloe simply smiled. Let me put it this way, "You are welcome in our bed anytime. Jeff loves anal sex too and I can't wait to see you two together. We've been into kinky sex since we met."

My cock stirred. I truly was a slut.

Sensing my excitement, she continued. "Give me a couple of weeks and I'll invite you over for dinner. Jeff already knows all about you and my plans for last night. Trust me, the two of you will get along just fine. Both of us, and I mean both of us will just love meeting Liz too. Now, since I do have the evening free, care for another round?"

Smiling, I said, "Indeed. Another round would be in order."

Getting up from the table, Chloe extended her hand and said, "Come, I want to fuck your ass with my strap on."

The excitement of her words was clearly visible through my shorts as I rose.

Chuckling, Chloe dropped her hand to my cock and led me back to the bedroom.

Returning to my house late that night, it felt as if I was gone for a week. I collected the mail and went inside to find the message light on my machine blinking. Glancing at the display, I saw there were 8 messages. I was a bit surprised as I usually don't get more than one or two a day.

Playing them through I listened without interest as I won a carpet cleaning, the police benevolent society wanted money, and others just as benign. There was one of interest. I was to call the Federal Prison in West Virginia where Liz was being held. I jotted down the name and number and made a note to call them when I got to work the next day.

Around 10am I took a break to call the prison. I took a notebook to jot down the instructions for picking her up. I was connected to the warden's office.

In a matter of a few seconds, my guts turned upside down. Liz was dead. The cause of the death was under investigation. I was listed as her contact. I asked about her ex and family. She was officially divorced and had no living family relatives. 

In a fog I answered contact questions as well as setting up an appointment to sign papers for burial and belongings. It was all so surreal. Liz was gone.

The agent arrived on the appointed day and time. Within an hour, I signed the papers for Liz to be cremated. There wasn't much to it all. The government sized and liquidated all her assets as part of the conviction. The agent gave me what was left: a watch, a locket, and a box containing the letters I sent to her.

When it was all done, I asked how she died. The agent did not answer. His silence told me he knew. I asked him if it was mob connected and he slowly said her cause of death is still under investigation. 

He stood and thanked me for my time. Closing the door behind him, I went back to the kitchen and poured myself a stiff drink. I was lost. I felt numb. I didn't know what I was feeling or thinking. As I drank my second glass it dawned on me; Liz was being cremated. There would be no investigation.

It took weeks before any emotion returned. I thought of Liz. I thought of Chloe. I even thought about Kathy. What a few months this had been. I went from one extreme to the other and back again. The bizarre thing was I wasn't sad. It was more a feeling of finality for much had ended.

Chloe finally called and true to her word, invited me for dinner and to spend the night with Jeff and her. Their kids were at grandma's. I was due for some sex and I thought this would help pull me out of my funk.

The evening was fine. I told them about Liz's death and it was a bit of a bummer to the evening. I think it changed our relationship a bit for they were looking forward to the four of us and not just a threesome. Chloe broke the mood by saying she had a desert which would help all of us get in a better mood.

It took about a minute for Chloe to return from the kitchen; naked and a dollop of whipped cream resting on each nipple. Telling us to stand, Jeff and I positioned ourselves on either side of Chloe. Seductively, she placed a hand on the back of each of our heads and guided our mouths to their respective nipple. She purred and suggested we retreat to the bedroom.

Chloe was in heaven as Jeff and I worked her body. The feeling of three hairless bodies gliding over each other was incredible. Although I had experienced T-girl cock, this was my first time with a man. The feel of Jeff's rod brushing against me was arousing. Neither of us made a move toward the other. We were focusing on Chloe.

She screamed and bucked as our mouths brought her to orgasm time after time. We weren't allowed to cum. Chloe kept saying "not yet...wait....hold back." By the time she soaked us for the fourth time, our cocks were harder than steel and ready to explode.

A bit spent, Chloe moved to the top of the bed and centered herself in the middle. She beckoned Jeff and I to each side and again offered us our own nipple. As we sucked, she commented it was time and pushed our faces together. Jeff offered me his mouth which I willingly accepted.

The feeling was different; it wasn't as soft as a woman's kiss, but it still was very arousing. As we worked each others mouth, the essence of Chloe was strong which increased our hunger. Jeff's fingers went to my nipples and I moaned. Chloe slipped from between us and we continued fondling each other.

We were grinding our cocks on each other's abdomen. Our kissing was becoming feverish. Jeff's hands were pulling me into him and I followed suit. Chloe returned and climbed back onto the bed. She had a bottle of lube and was wearing a pair of tan, latex, dildo panties. The color nearly matched her skin. Being flat chested it did give the appearance of three guys; the exception being Chloe's hair and make-up.

"Now there are three of us with cocks. Jeff, show Tim how good you are at sucking cock."




Karen Ch. 02



Tim pushed me onto my back and instinctively moved between my legs. Hs mouth encased my rod. It was wonderful. I closed my eyes and allowed the feelings to engulf me. Jeff was good at his work; very good. In fact it felt the same as Chloe's sucking.

Opening my eyes, I glanced up and saw Chloe kneeling behind Jeff and applying lube to the end of her cock. When she placed the head of her cock against Jeff's anus, Jeff released my dick from his mouth and moaned. Knowing what was about to happen, I slid under him into a '69' position. My hands pulled his shaft to my mouth and my tongue started to bathe its head.

As Chloe pushed the head of her cock into Jeff's ass, I could feel him push back into her to accept it deeper. In a couple of strokes, we were all in rhythm. As Chloe withdrew, Jeff pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. I was pleased he wasn't very long or I may have gagged. As Chloe pushed, Jeff withdrew from my mouth although I would not let his head moving beyond my sucking lips.

Watching Chloe take her husband's ass and the feeling of his cock fucking my mouth was unlike any I had ever experienced. Even though my cock was ready to explode, I was lost in sucking Jeff's. Chloe picked up the pace and Jeff moaned he was ready to cum. Chloe told him to cum in my mouth.

"Tim, take all of his cum but don't swallow it. We are far from being done."

Jeff started moaning. I felt the pulse of his cock and then the first stream of his cum. Having tasted my own cum before, I wasn't surprised by his taste, but it was different. My thoughts were interrupted as cum continued pouring into my mouth. There was so much it was seeping out around my lips.

With a final grunt, Jeff collapsed and rolled next to me. Chloe's cock left his ass as he pulled away. Chloe purred and wasted no time moving her face to mine. Her tongue licked the sides of my cheeks scooping up her husband's dripping cum. After cleaning my cheeks and lips, her mouth locked onto mine.

Snowballing Jeff's cum was making my cock twitch and jump without being touched. It was as if I was cumming without the cum. My mind was flying. Chloe was attacking my mouth and sucking all the cum into hers. When only a residue was left, Chloe moved to her husband.

Chloe's fingers went to Jeff's mouth and pushed it open. Chloe dripped his cum based concoction into his mouth. Jeff accepted it all. When she was done Chloe told him to suck me off while she fucked my ass.

I was told to lie on my back and to lift and spread my legs. Moving between my ass cheeks, Chloe pulled the condom off her cock and put a new one on its place. Jeff moved next to me and started sucking my rod with his cum filled mouth. I wasn't sure if I would last long enough for Chloe to penetrate me.

With his head on my stomach and an arm wrapped around my leg, Jeff's mouth worked my rod as his hand played with my balls. I felt a warm liquid start to drip into my ass crack and knew it was Chloe's lube. Jeff's fingers dropped from my balls, smearing the lube around my hole.

Without hesitation, he slipped a finger into my ass and then back out again; lubing the channel for Chloe. He did this for awhile and then added the second finger. More lube dripped from above and I knew we weren't stopping at two fingers. Jeff started fucking my ass and added his third and fourth finger. I began moaning from the incredible sensations my body was experiencing.

When Jeff finally removed his fingers, Chloe's cock replaced them on the next stroke. Using his lubed hands on my balls and shaft, Jeff started sucking me with a passion. Chloe was fucking me fast and furiously and I started spasmming. Without warning I exploded into Jeff's mouth. My body was shaking, Jeff removed my cock and took my cum all over his lips, cheeks and the rest went over everything near us.

My final salvo was onto Chloe's fingers and I watched her suck them clean as her cock slowly slid from ass.

Chloe moved into a snuggling position next to me. With Chloe kissing my face and lips, Jeff moved to my other side and started to do the same. I wasn't sure who's cum was who's, but it really didn't matter. We just left our tongues and mouth play softly with each other.

Finally, Jeff said it was time to clean up and get something to drink. We all agreed. Chloe added the night was still young and neither Jeff nor I had fucked her or each other yet. Chuckling we all headed to the bathroom, my cock twitch slightly at the thought of Jeff in my ass.

We spent the night lost in kink. It was incredible and I was assured we would be together again soon. Work was difficult the next day as a full night of sex without sleep doesn't exactly make one the sharpest.

For about the next six months or so, I was fairly low keyed. I didn't go out much. Chloe, Jeff and I got together a few times and it was always hot. For some reason I wasn't looking for a partner or personal intimacy. I was just moving along with the flow of everyday life. I guess I may have been depressed.

It was a Friday night when things turned. I wasn't really tired, but I didn't feel like going out either. The bars would be packed, and all the players would be on the hunt. I decided to relax and spend the evening in front of the TV.

The phone was ringing as I entered the house. Glancing at the caller ID I was a bit shocked; it read Karen O'Connell. Up to then Karen and Bill were simply fond memories. I perked up knowing I was going to talk to an old friend.

"Well, hello stranger," I said with an obvious smile when I answered. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

Part three follows...Karen's chapter



Karen Ch. 02



The ride from Kyle's house to mine is about 20 minutes. I was so excited to be in a car alone with Karen that I was almost jumping up and down like a little kid having to go to the bathroom. In the car Karen brought up the kiss right away.

Karen: "You really weren't that bad at kissing. Although you didn't really use any tongue but that's just something you have to become comfortable with."

Chris: "Yea I understand I just wish I had something to practice with. Its not like I can make out with you every time I feel the need."

Karen: "Why not?"

Did she just say what I think she said? She said I can come over whenever I want to make out with her. This is unbelievable. 

Karen: "Listen Chris, I just got out of a divorce and I really need someone in my life right now. I've tried dating people my own age but it doesn't feel right. I want you Chris. You're a great guy who's good looking.

This had to have been a dream. This couldn't be real. Why didn't I tell her this sooner?

Chris: "I'm kind of shocked right now."

Karen: "Well here let me show you what I am talking about."

She pulled the car over. We were on a back road that not many people travel on. She turned the car off and turned and looked at me. She started taking off her shirt again. This time there was no water. After her shirt was off she looked at me again.

Karen: "You like these? I saw you looking at them before. Why don't you take them out and play with them.

I unbuckled my seatbelt as fast as I could and moved to face her. I reached up and lifted the first one out. And then the next one. They were perfect she had little nipples. Her tits were perky for a woman of her age. I went down and sucked them right away. A first teasing her and licking around her nipple. Then just tried to almost eat the whole thing. I lightly bit her nipple as I caressed the other with my fingers. She started to moan and moved to the other breast doing the same as before. I started kissing up her chest and up her neck. I reached her mouth and we had a passionate kiss

This was no regular kiss, it was sexual. She grabbed onto my face and our tongues met. I let her tongue search my mouth just like I had done before. Then out of no where she pushed me back and put her shirt back on. 

Karen: "Were going back to my house."

Chris: "Lets go."

She jerked the car around and we drove back to her house. Right when we got out of the car my legs started moving towards her. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me. As we kissed I grabbed her ass and she moaned. We ran through the door and up to the bed room. 

Karen: "Get on the bed as I strip for you."

I did what I was told. She pushed me onto the bed and as her hand left me, it traveled down my body until it reached my crotch where she gave a firm grab of my cock. Then she took off he bra. She stuck he finger into her mouth and got some saliva. When she took the finger out it was soaked with saliva. She took that finger and rubbed it around her nipples. This made my cock ache. 

She then went to take off her jeans. I never realized it before, but damn she had the best ass. It was round and not too fat, but one the kind of sticks out. As she was taking off her pants, she turned around and bent over and let her ass stick out. She wasn't wearing any panties. 

After he pants were off she bent over to show me her pussy from the back. When she was fully bent over she flung her neck up and arched her back. She turned and looked at me with her seductive eyes. She started to walk over to me My cock was still aching in my pants, begging to get out. She climbed into the bed next to me.

Karen: "Why don't we begin where we left off."

She grabbed my face and our lips met again. Her tongue immediately slipped into my mouth and our tongues started to play with each other. She then pulled her mouth away. As she did she licked my lips and looked at me the same way when she arched her back. She then kissed my chin and then my chest and worked her way down to my lower stomach.

Karen: "You don't mind if I let your little friend out to play. He seems to want to burst right through these pants."

As she said those words she gave my cock another firm squeeze. I was about to stop her. I gave her a nod. She then unbuttoned my pants and undid the zipper. I lifted up my hips and let her pull down my pants to the ground. She then looked at my cock. Her eyes started to bulge out of her head. I didn't think my cock was that big. O mean compared to the guys in the porn I would watch. 

Karen: "Chris this cock is incredible. I have never seen anything like it. It is perfect. It is long, thick and so so hard. Mhmmmm I want to put this big cock in my mouth and get it ready for my pussy."

She grabbed my cock by the base and licked the side of the shaft. She then put the head into her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and soft. I almost came right then and there but then I realized that she was squeezing the base of my cock. I wouldn't have been able to cum anyways. When my head was in her mouth she licked it with her tongue. She started to work her mouth up and down my shaft, pausing in between and squeezing the base so I wouldn't cum. 

Then she all of a sudden stopped. I didn't know why. I was enjoying it so much. Then She started to climb up on top of me.

Karen: "Mhmmm I'm gonna ride you until you cant take it anymore and then let you cum all over me."

She took my cock by reaching around her and moved it around her pussy. Glancing it against her outer lips and then ever so gently sliding down on it. I wasn't angry that she stopped sucking my cock. This felt way better. Her pussy was so wet and warm and tight. I wanted to stay there forever. Then after some bounces on my cock the pussy got even tighter and Karen fell into my arm and lost all control

Karen: "Ohh Chris I've never came this quick before. Oh my god, oh my god OH MY GOD. 

And then before I knew it my cock was drenched with her cum. She looked at me with those eyes again and my balls began to tighten. She pulled my down to the floor and she got onto her knees. She started to jerk my off.

Karen: "I want you to cum all over my face. I need your cum, Chris I need it please give it to me.

Right then I felt like an explosion went off in my body and I almost fell backwards. The a hot load of my cum hit Karen right in the cheek. She let out a moan and kept jerking. Then two more shots came out and her face was covered.

She got a towel that was next to her bed and wiped off her face. Then shoved my cock in her mouth and I almost fell over again. She was sucking the cum right out of me and swallowing it. 

Karen: "Oh Chris that was the best I ever had. I want to do that again. I will call you and tell you when. I need to take you home though, so get dressed and I drive you home.

I put my clothes on and felt so weak I couldn't move. She put hers on too and I could tell she was still out of breath. We jumped into the car and drove to my house. 

As we were pulling down my street she pulled the car behind the tree next to the driveway of my house so no one could see through the window. She grabbed my face and pulled me to her and we had a long passionate kiss. Our tongues flicked each other. We pulled away and she looked deep into my eyes. 

Chris: "That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced in my life."

Karen: "Oh your so sweet. I had a great time too. Now nobody can no about this. This is between you and me."

Chris: "I understand so you'll call me."

Karen: "Oh yea."

We kissed again and she drove into the drive way and let me go. I said good night to my parents and went into my room. I knocked right out and slept until noon the next day. I couldn't believe what happened. I think I was in shock. I couldn't wait for that call.



Karen Ch. 03



Once again I was preparing for another business trip. This time, however, I was extremely excited by the prospect of being alone and away from home for a few days. Ever since I had returned from my previous trip I had been dying to experience again the thrill of showing my body to other people. I was, however, still reluctant to do things in the city where I lived. This was still very new to me and I was afraid of being caught by someone who knew me. This business trip would be my first chance to continue my adventures.

I took much more time preparing for this trip than the last one I had taken. I carefully considered my wardrobe and made sure to pack things that were sexy and that could be opened or discarded easily. I also was sure to pack my new friends from my previous trip, my dildo and vibrator, both of which had been getting a regular work-out since I had made their acquaintance.

My destination this trip was only a little less than four hours away by car. I decided to drive thinking that it would offer many more chances for me to test the limits of how daring I was willing to be.

I worked until mid afternoon then left for home. I showered, gave myself a quick trim so everything down there would be nice and neat, and dressed in tennis shoes, socks, a wrap around khaki skirt that stopped mid thigh and a floral print blouse. I threw my suitcase into the hatch of my husbands Ford Expedition (he insisted I drive the tank instead of my Honda) and headed out.

It was a beautiful late Spring day so I rolled my window down and as I pulled onto the interstate I unbuttoned the top three buttons of my blouse. The wind would cause the blouse to blow away from my body giving anyone in the lane next to me a good view of my right breast. 

The first to notice was a pickup truck with three 18-year-old boys who stayed in the lane next to me until the Interstate split. I pretended not to notice them until our two lanes began to separate. As I headed West and they proceeding North I looked over at them for the first time, smiled and pulled my blouse open giving them a full view of both my breasts. They began blowing the horn and cheering and as our vehicles moved away from one another I gave them a wave.

I rearranged myself to be somewhat covered and continued down the Interstate as before. I put my finger between my legs and sure enough just this little bit of flashing had me dripping. As I drove further from home I began to feel more daring. 

The sun was beginning to set as I pulled into a rest area. I was still quite aroused from the flashing I had done earlier and decided to do something about it then rather than wait until I reached my destination. I first parked near the building and went to the restroom. I next got a soda from the machine and surveyed the grounds. There were too many people coming and going from the building and main parking lot for me to do what I had in mind there. I next noticed the parking area for semi's. It was further away and there were only two trucks parked there.

I moved the Expedition to a spot between the two trucks. I couldn't tell if anyone was inside either of them due to their height but it really didn't matter. As I've said before, it's not as important that I'm seen as it is that there is a chance I could be seen. I then fully reclined the seat and removed both my blouse and skirt. Here I was, in the parking lot of a rest area between two semi trucks, naked with the setting sun still providing enough light that if anyone either approached the vehicle or was looking down from one of the trucks they would have a perfect view of what I was doing. 

I reached into the small bag that I had placed into the front seat and brought out the bullet vibe I had purchased on my last trip. I was already dripping as I touched it to my clit making slow small circles. I had to stop myself from cumming several times because I didn't want my show to end too soon. Finally, the need for release was too great and, just as the last of the light was going, I allowed myself to cum. I lay back for a moment to catch my breath and then the truck to my left gave two short toot's on it's horn. This was followed immediately by the truck on my right. I had an audience after all! 

This really turned me on so I decided to give them a bit more. I turned on the dome light since the sun had now gone down. I then retrieved my 10" jelly dildo from the bag. Knowing that I now had an audience I began to slowly work it inside of me. Once I had it buried about half way into my pussy I again began to work my clit with the vibe. I continued to fuck myself with the dildo eventually getting about 8 of the 10 inches inside then slowly pulling it out until just the head was inside me. The closer I was to orgasm the faster I began to pump the dildo. I came causing every muscle in my body to contract! As soon as it was obvious that I was cumming both truckers let out long blasts on their horns.

I lay back for just a minute to collect myself and pulled the dildo from my dripping pussy. It looked so good glistening in the dome light that I brought it to my lips and licked it from balls to tip. This brought more horn blowing from the truckers. I began to get concerned that all this noise would attract the attention of someone who would think there was a problem and call the police. I cut off the dome light and reset my seat to the upright position then gave both my admirers a wave and drove off into the night still stark naked.

I must have been the topic of the evening on the CB that night because the first truck I passed began to blow his horn. I decided to have a bit more fun so each time I passed a truck that blew I would cut on my dome light allowing them to see that I was still naked. I continued this game until I began to get close to my destination. I took the next exit and located a gas station that had detached restrooms. I pulled the Expedition up close to the ladies room using the body of the truck to shield me from the rest of the parking lot. I then hopped out still naked and ran inside to dress. 

The rest of the drive was uneventful even though I was still very aroused from all the flashing I had done. I arrived at my hotel and checked in. Much to my disappointment, there was no balcony and no building across the street which would have allowed me to put myself on display. Oh well, I would just have to get creative.

Looking at the hotel literature, I discovered that the hotel pool was on the top floor. I decided to go for a dip. The day had been sunny and unusually warm for late spring and the heat rising from the city streets made the open air at the top of the building feel balmy. I had worn my two piece suit and had covered up with one of the thick robes the hotel offered as complimentary to its guests. I entered the pool and swam laps for a while to relax my muscles which were tense from all the driving. After swimming laps I decided to soak for a while in the hot tub. Since no one had as yet come onto the roof but me I decided to remove my suit while soaking. This I did leaving it on a chair with my robe about 20 feet from the hot tub. 

I had been in the tub about ten minutes resting with my eyes closed when I was startled by a female voice asking "May we join you?" I opened my eyes to find a man and woman standing beside the hot tub. I stammered an apology that I hadn't expected anyone else to be at the pool this late. The woman waved away my apology and asked again if she and her husband could join me. I was a bit stunned but agreed and they immediately entered the tub. 

The woman introduced herself as Anita and her husband was Steve. She stood about 5'1", had dark brown hair, brown eyes and an attractive body. Steve was around 6' with lighter brown hair and a mustache and while he wasn't a body builder he was fit. Both were in their 40's. Anita noticed that I was nervous but assured me it was ok. She said that both her and her husband were comfortable with nudity and that they had been to several nude resorts. She then looked at me and asked if I minded if she removed her suit as well. I was really becoming aroused by the way things were playing out so I told her it was fine with me if they both took off their suits. Both did.

Anita had a lovely body but the most striking thing to me was that she was completely shaved allowing an unobstructed view of her pussy. Steve was fairly well endowed but as he wasn't fully erect I couldn't tell exactly how large he was. We sat in the tub and got to know each other a bit. I learned that they had been in town celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary and were due to fly back to their home the next morning. 

Anita said they had decided to come to the pool thinking it would be deserted and that they had been planning to be a bit daring and have sex in the open. When I apologized and offered to leave them alone she waved me off and said that she liked the way things were for now and asked that I please stay a while longer. I agreed and we continued to chat like old friends. I found myself telling her about the experiences that had led to me being in the hot tub naked. She giggled at parts of my story, her mouth flew open at some places and overall she approved saying that she wished she had the nerve to do what I had done in front of the truckers. 

I noticed that as I had told my story Anita had reached over and had been stroking Steve's cock which had grown now to a very respectable length and girth. Anita then told me how once at a resort in the Carribean she and Steve had sex in front of a group of total strangers during an adult game at a bar. As she spoke she stood and moved in front of Steve and sat back in his lap. She then wiggled around until I knew that she had taken him inside of her. I again asked if they wanted to be alone but Anita again asked me to stay. She said that if I didn't mind she wanted an audience for this. I was really aroused by what was going on in front of me and was glad when she wanted me to stay.

Anita began talking about how good Steve's cock felt in her pussy and how good I looked sitting across from her. I decided to play along and I stood up then sat on the edge of the tub with my legs spread. Anita really liked this and she began to move faster on Steve's cock. I reached down and began to make small slow circles over my clit as Anita continued to fuck Steve. She then leaned back against him grinding her ass into him and allowing him to massage her beautiful breasts. 

I slid my fingers lower and slipped two of them into my wet pussy. Anita was saying things like "Yeah baby, let me see you fuck yourself!" and "I bet you taste so good!" When she said this I took my fingers out of my pussy and put them in her mouth. She began sucking them clean and reached out with her hand to slip a finger inside me. This was the first time in years I had been intimate with another woman and I had forgotten how exciting it was. She pulled me closer and we kissed, our tongues exploring each other, her fingers exploring my pussy and all the time grinding her pussy against Steve's hard cock.

I felt my self starting to cum and began to moan. My orgasm triggered Steve's who by the length of the time he came must have filled Anita with cum. Anita moved off Steve but was still unsatisfied. I lead her to the edge of the tub, sat her down and slid two fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with my other hand. I could feel Steve's hot thick cum and her thinner, slicker juices mixing inside her. She was asking for more so I slid a third then eventually a fourth finger inside of her. I couldn't resist any longer so I bent over and put my mouth on her clit flicking my tongue over it. She began to cum immediately!

When she began to cum I felt Steve move up behind me. He placed his hands on my hips and I felt the head of his cock against my opening. I pushed back against him and felt his large cock enter me. I continued to push and took his entire length in one go. This was incredible. I was still sucking on Anita's clit with my fingers buried inside her and I had her husband's cock buried inside me! Soon Anita's orgasm subsided and I grasped the sides of the tub. I was looking up at Anita from between her legs watching her as she watched her husband fuck me from behind. We kept at it for a good ten minutes of solid fucking until he pulled out and exploded across my back. It felt like a quart of hot cum covered me.

We all fell apart and collapsed back into the hot tub totally spent. Eventually I got out, kissed them both farewell, collected my suit and wrapped in my robe returned to my room as thoroughly satisfied as I had ever been in my life. What a start to a business trip! 



Karen Ch. 03



"Jack, Jack, wake up. You've overslept." His wife shook him gently by the shoulder. "I didn't realize that you were still asleep and I'm leaving for work now. Are you ok?"

Jack shook his head groggily and reassured her. He arose as she left and then hurried through his morning routine and got to his office just a short time later. As he strode past his secretary's desk, Pam looked up and greeted him.

"Good morning, Jack. How are you?"

"Fine, thanks Pam. Sorry I"m late, any messages?"

"Yes, Mr. Benson called a little while ago and asked to change his meeting with you until tomorrow morning. It seems that something had come up that he couldn't get out of. I indicated to him that that should be not a problem since your schedule is open for tomorrow morning. Is that ok?"

"Fine Pam, that should be no problem. I'll meet with him tomorrow morning. In fact, it will give me extra time to put a few finishing touches on the proposal."

John Benson was a good guy and Jack was sure that the meeting would be a good one and very profitable for him. John had been refered to him by another client and their initial meeting had gone well.

Jack went into his office and sat heavily at his desk. His mind was still filled with the uncertainty of his wife's behavior. He knew that lunch with a man was not something that should produce such angst. It was just the fact that she had lied about it to him. He didn't know what to make of that.

Well, he should get to work on that proposal for John Benson. Suddenly Jack paled and jerked himself up from his desk.

"Son of a bitch, son of a bitch," he muttered. "John Benson - Jim Belsen." 

Karen's escort at lunch was none other than her old boyfriend, Jim Belsen. Now he knew why that guy looked so familiar even though he hadn't laid eyes on him in decades. "Shit, she had been clutching his arm and pressing herself against him as if she had already screwed him," he thought. "I've got to get control of myself - I'm going off the deep end." 

His thoughts started to run rampant, but he calmed himself and tried to think rationally. Jack had always prided himself on his calm and logical demeaner. "OK, one - Karen had lunch with an old boyfriend. Two - she hadn't wanted to get him upset, so she had decided not to mention that to him, thus the 'white' lie about it." Jack had calmed himself a bit, but his logical mind began to find fault with his reasoning.

He asked himself, "Where the hell did Jim Belsen come from all of a sudden? Why the close intimacy as they walked into the dining room?" Jack suddently realized the ludicrousness of the whole situation and laughed aloud. "I must be some kind of idiot, taking what was almost certainly an innocent lunch and turning it into a torrid affair." 

He calmed himself and made an attempt to push his foolish assumptions aside and get his mind on his work. But before doing that, he picked up the phone and called the main number at his wife's workplace. When the operator answered he asked to speak to Mr. Jim Belsen. The operator informed him that she would put him right through, at which point Jack hung up the phone. 

"Well, that answers that question," Jack mused. " So Belsen now works at the same company as does Karen. When did that happen, and more importantly, why had Karen not told him about this?"

* * * * *

Jim Belsen sat at his desk at work, but little was getting done. He also could not concentrate on what he should be doing. He knew that there was trouble ahead, major trouble, and he also knew that he would be powerless to avoid it. He knew that Karen would get her way and that he didn't have the self-control to resist her. 

Damn it," he said to himself, "I don't want to resist her. Damn it,, I just have to fuck her - even it's just once. I've played with every part of her body. I've tongued her to orgasm countless times. She has swallowed my cock and I've come in her mouth more than once. But shit, we've never actually fucked. I have to fuck her - maybe if I fuck her just once, we both can get this out of our systems." 

He knew he was rationalizing this problem, but it did make some kind of convoluted sense. Both of them had unfinished business to attend to and eventually, that business would be concluded, one way or the other. Now that he had made a decision, he would put it aside and wait for an appropriate opportunity. In the meantime, he had better get his attention focused on business. 

* * * * *

Sara Belsen sat at her kitchen table with a cup of cold coffee in front of her. She was pensive and indecisive. She knew that she had a problem, but for the life of her, could not figure how to even begin to handle it

What Jim didn't know was that when she had delivered that folder that he had forgotten a few days ago she had seen Karen Palmer where he now worked. She had recognized her immediately. While Sara and Karen were not friends at school, Sara knew who she was and that she and Jim were an item for awhile. At first she thought little of it and expected Jim to mention the strange coincidence - not only seeing Karen, but working with her after all these years. But he never said a word and she sensed his unease these last few days. Something was going on, but she didn't know what. What she did know was that there was trouble ahead. Call it female intuition, but she felt it in her bones.

She arose suddenly and strode to the phone. Picking it up she dialed Jim's work number and spoke to the operator.

"Hello? I would like to speak with Karen Palmer."

"I'm sorry, there is no one here by that name. Perhaps you mean Karen Bell?" replied the operator.

"Of course. I'm sorry, my mind was elsewhere. I meant Karen Bell" said Sara.

After a few rings, Karen picked up the phone, "Hello, Karen Bell"

Sara hung the phone up quietly and sat down again. Ok, so now she knew Karen's last name. But that didn't tell her very much. Was it inevitable that Jim and Karen would try to get together again? Sara believed that she had a strong marriage. They had been together for well over 20 years. She had met Jim in college, but they had lost touch. A couple years after graduation had found both of them working at the same concern. They dated and married soon after and had been very happy together, despite Jim's inability to father children. They had discussed adoption, but decided that they would build a family around the two of them and had found that worked well. She thought that they were happy and content.

Sara knew that she was no raving beauty, but the years had treated her well. She wore the same size clothes now as she had 20 years ago, a result of a strict diet and workouts on a regular basis. Her 120 pounds were distributed well on a 5'4" frame and she knew that she still attracted male attention. She also was level headed and intelligent. She recognized that while nothing may be going on with Jim and Karen at the present time, the potential for trouble was certainly there. If Jim had only told her about seeing Karen at work. But the fact that he had said nothing, spoke volumes to her.

Sara was fortunate in that she was able to work from home as a medical illustrator. She worked free-lance for a large medical publishing house in Chicago and was required to visit the home office infrequently. What had her just a bit concerned was that just such a visit was coming up the following week and she didn't know for sure what she would be facing when she returned. She would be leaving Monday with her return scheduled for Wednesday evening. 

Sara mused, "Would Jim use the time she was gone to begin an affair with Karen Bell?" She paled a bit, "or had that happened already?" her thoughts continued. 

Sara recognized that she may be building a house of cards; it was very possible that nothing had occured and that nothing would occur. She just had to put her suspicions aside and continue on with her life. Time would tell, but for the present she would continue to be the loving and caring wife that she had always been.

* * * * *

Karen had made up her mind. She knew that she would not be able to get Jim out of her system until they finally did what they had been unable to do while in school. She knew that she still felt that strong sexual attraction for him and she also knew that he returned it, even though it may not be as strong as hers. She had analyzed the problem as Jack might have done and had come up with what seemed to her the logical conclusion.

"One," she said to herself, "I have an uncontrolable urge to fuck Jim Belsen. Two - it probably stems from the fact that we were unable to take that last step while in school. Three - if I fucked him just once, I would get that out of my system and go on with my life. Four - it would be just sex and no one would ever know." 

Her reasoning seems logical and rational. She didn't want the lies and deceptions involved in a long-term affair so the one time assignation would have to take place in the afternoon after lunch. That way she would not have to lie to Jack about overtime work or some such nonsense. 

All they would need would be at most a couple of hours in a hotel room. She felt certain that this animal attraction that she had for Jim Belsen would then be satisfied and that she would then be able to regain her equilibrium.and go on with her life. 

Karen reached for her phone just as it rang and it startled her. For a couple of seconds she just stared at it in confusion - were her thoughts telegraphed to someone? She laughed and answered:

"Karen Bell - oh, hello Jim, nice to hear from you" she replied while realizing that she was flushed.

"Karen," Jim continued, "Can you get away for a couple of hours this afternoon? Do I have to tell you what I have in mind? I think that we both recognize that this is going to happen and I think it would be best if it happened sooner than later. I can't work and I can't get you out of my mind. All I keep seeing is your naked breasts and that magic triangle between your legs. Karen, I'm a wreck, you know that."

Karen sat, her mouth agape. She also recognized that her nipples had hardened and she could feel the wetness between her thighs. She knew what her answer would be. "Jim, get a hotel room. I'll meet you in the parking area at 2:00." 

The die was cast, there was no turning back now. It would finally happen and the hell with consequences. They both felt that this would be a one time fling and that they could then develop a casual and platonic relationship as friends and co-workers. No one would ever suspect and no one would be hurt. Karen knew that she loved Jack with all of her heart and she would make sure that he would never know of her one time indiscretion. There was just no way that anyone would know.

Karen saw Jim in his car and quickly slipped in beside him. She glanced at him and they smiled. "Finally", he said softly. No reply was necessary. He drove quickly to the airport Holiday Inn and parked next to a ground floor room. He opened the door for her and they slipped in quickly.

Karen turned to him breathlessly and they embraced. Karen started to pull at his clothing, but he stopped her and said, "Slowly Karen, slowly. I want to savor this moment."

He unbuttoned her blouse and drew it down her arms. His gaze took in her breasts in the flimsy bra. He reached behind her, kissed her softly, and released the back clasp. He slowly drew her bra away and feasted his eyes on her naked breasts, on the erect, pink nipples. She shuddered as he bent and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. Her hands clasped the back of his head and pulled him to her. Years quickly vanished and she was back in college making love to Jim. She was 18 again and lusted after this man. 

Jim had unbuttoned the side of her skirt and it had fallen to the floor. His hand entered the waistband of her panties and slid down into her pudendum. He felt her wetness and her arousal. Her panties quickly joined her skirt on the floor as she laid back on the bed. His clothing quickly followed hers and he crawled over her and kissed her passionately.

"Jim," Karen moaned, "You know what I like first, you know what I want now. Now Jim, now, please" she murmured as she pushed his head down her body.

Jim complied, kissing his way down her body. He was amazed at how good she looked naked. Time had not taken too big a toll on this woman. She was toned and lovely. His tongue reached her navel and he teased her a bit. Her hands were insistent and continued to push his head further downh until his mouth was in her pubic hair and on her vuvla. Karen's body arched as his tongue contacted her clitoris. She was shocked as she felt herself explode in an orgasm. Never had she come so quickly and she recognized that their foreplay had actually begun the day that they had met at work. She had been constantly worked up until this moment - no wonder she exploded so quickly.

"Jim, now. It's time. I want you in me," Karen said softly to him. He moved up and she clasped his erect penis, hot and throbbing. She guided him into her. There was no difficulty for Karen was drenched with her fluids and he slid into her until their pubic bones met. They lay that way for awhile, enjoying the closeness and the joining that they both craved. Jim then begain the "dance of love". slowly moving in and out of her. 

Karen felt the moisture in her pussy as his cock glided in and out of her. She felt the wetness flow down her pussy and over her anus. She recognized another orgasm coming and she held her breath. It washed over her in waves and she almost passed out. Karen held Jim closely and caused him to stop his movements as she regained her breath. 

"I can't last much longer, Karen" Jim muttered. "I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't come" Karen thrust her hips up and encouraged him to continue. Jim thrust almost savagely into her, again and again until he felt it beginning in his testicles and he ejaculated with force into her. He lay above her for a few seconds and then rolled over. They lay side by side, lost in their own thoughts. 

Karen then moved off the bed. Looking back at Jim she asked, "How about a nice shower together, Jim? That's something that we had never done. Come on, we have plenty of time," she cajoled. Jim smiled and joined her in the shower where they lovingly bathed each other. Jim was also amazed that he was beginning to recover - his cock was no longer flaccid. It had risen to the occasion.

Back in bed, Karen moved to examine his cock more closely. "Gosh Jim, it's been so long and yet I remember your cock like it was yesterday. I even remember the small freckle on the head," she giggled as she gently stroked him. She saw the lubrication begin to seep from him and used her finger to smear a bit of it around the head of his cock. She flicked her tongue out and tasted it. She moved her tongue around the head of his cock for a bit, and then engulfed him. It was as if time had stood still. She was on a park bench at school and was taking Jim in her mouth until he was buried into her throat.

Fortunately Jim's equipment was average size and she had no difficulty deep throating him. His equipment was not all that different from Jack's and she could accomodate him easily. 

"Karen, if you continue that, I'm going to come," Jim told her. "No way can I hold on with you doing that to my cock."

"Oh no, we don't want to waste the iron in that cock. I have a better use for it," and with that Karen moved over him and guided his cock into her pussy. She was still moist from their earlier encounter and from new juices flowing from her. She slowly raised and lowered herself on his cock and she felt every inch as it entered and began to leave her body. She was fucking him and it was glorious. It was finally happening and she reveled in the sensations. She ground her pussy on him and squeezed the muscles of her vagina so that she clasped and unclasped him. 

"Damn," she murmured. "I'm going to come again," She felt the waves beginning and she bounced up and down on him. She finally collapsed, trying to catch her breath. Jim held her and she felt that he was still hard. 

"Jim, I want you to come, but I feel really sore down there now." With that she moved from him, feeling his phallus slip from her. She moved down and, despite the fluids from her on his cock, took him in hand and began to suck him vigorously. It didn't take long until Jim moaned and began to ejaculate into her mouth. She kept her mouth tightlly around him until he finished and then swallowed. She then lay back, against his side, and they both tried to recover from the excitement of their encounter. 

They lay there, sated, thoughts swirling through their minds. Unknown to the other, their thoughts were similar. They both realized that..... once would not be enough. 



Karen Ch. 03



....picking up from the last few paragraphs of "Karen—Part 2; Chloe's chapter..." we begin

Karen—Part 3; Karen's chapter

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It was a Friday night. I wasn't really tired, but I didn't feel like going out either. The bars would be packed, and all the players would be on the hunt. I decided to relax and spend the evening in front of the TV.

The phone was ringing as I entered the house. Glancing at the caller ID I was a bit shocked; it read Karen O'Connell. Up to then Karen and Bill were simply fond memories. I perked up knowing I was going to talk to an old friend.

"Well, hello stranger," I answered smiling. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

I could feel Karen's smile through her voice, "It has been too damn long since we've seen each other. Boy have I missed you Mr. Tim Miller. Do you realize you haven't called me once in nearly three years?"

Although her voice was friendly, she was wasting no time in moving our relationship to the top of her list. I went into evading tactics. As much as I wanted her before, I knew things were different now as my sexual habits had changed considerably!

"Like wise" came my reply in a friendly tone, "so how are you and Bill getting along?"

I needed to know their status before I would even consider her opening remarks. I also felt a little sheepish as I really didn't know their situation, and after all the time we spent together I should have known.

"I've been divorced for nearly two years. Bill and I ended things quickly; not as quick as you and Mary, but still, it was quick."

All of a sudden I was the one feeling foolish and neglected. First, I should have known she was divorced because the caller ID displayed her maiden name. But then, I couldn't really say anything since I hadn't called her, but I was surprised Karen did not call me sooner since she seemed to be very desirous of me back when. Egos are interesting critters.

"So what have you been up too?" was my small talk reply. It seemed so trite; however it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

"Tim, I am not sure if how we felt towards each other when we were married was real, or just a pleasant diversion to our screwed up marriages. I will say I haven't met anyone with whom I connected as I did with you. That's why I am calling."

Karen was getting right to the point. I always liked this quality about her. One never had to guess where they stood, and right now I felt like I was on the hot seat with it being turned to high.

"Listen," she continued, "why don't you come over for dinner and let's catch up, face to face."

"Sounds good to me," I responded, "lets pick a date. What works for you?"

"Tonight," was Karen's simple reply.

The hands on the clock told me 6:30 pm wasn't late enough to be an excuse. My hesitation did not go undetected.

"Hey, if you're seeing someone I'll back off." was her next statement.

My response of "No" was drawn out a bit too much.

"Look, its dinner. We can catch up on our lives without any agenda. We'll know if there's any chemistry within the first half hour. If there isn't we will have caught up with a nice meal and some good wine; which you are bringing by the way. And if there is, I'm sure we'll know exactly what to do."

I started chuckling. There was something about Karen which I couldn't resist.

"Okay, tonight it is. What time should I be there?" was my smiling response.

"Twenty minutes ago!" came her laughter filled answer. Karen gave me her new address. It was a town house in a nice section of town. Her settlement with Bill must have been very much in her favor.

"All righty then; let me shave, take a quick shower, stop by the wine shop and I should be there by eight."

Karen's response was quick, "Looking forward to seeing you."

When Karen answered the door she looked ten years younger. Her hair was shorter in a page boy cut. She wore a very chic black sleeveless blouse. As always she presented her breasts well. I could see the lace of her black bra as it formed her cleavage. A string of pearls hung seductively close and the heady scent of her perfume toyed with my senses.

A tapered, knee length, tan linen skirt hugged her waist and thighs. A thin black belt accented her outfit. Adorning her legs were black stockings which flowed into a pair of sexy, six inch, strapless heels. Her lips and nails were coordinated with a very erotic shade of rose.

It took less than ten seconds to know the chemistry was still there. I wanted to take her into my arms and kiss and hug her like I've never done with any woman before. It was a POW type of feeling. Although she looked great, it was her smile and eyes which instantly captured me.

We gave each other a nice hug and lingered just a bit before we looked at each other.

Karen smiled and said, "Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes?"

Her rose lips found my mouth and her kiss said more than just hello.

Smiling I said, "It is good to see you too."

I meant every word. 

Dinner was great. We fell so comfortably back into our friendship. It was as if the years never passed. Eventually the conversation turned to relationships, and I did my best to steer it into generic waters. Karen sensed I was nervous about the topic, but she didn't realize why I was nervous.

I knew deep within my soul, Karen was the woman I desired as a partner, friend and significant other. I also knew I needed a certain level of sexual intensity and Karen was an unknown in this equation. She would probably be a good lover, but what I needed was someone who lusted for deeper, kinkier sex.

Typical of Karen, she asked point blank if I was 'fucking' anyone.

Smiling, I stared into my glass of wine and spoke softly.

"Karen, I haven't fucked anyone since Mary became pregnant with Patrick (our second)."

She looked surprised, but there was definitely disbelief in her eyes.

"That doesn't mean I haven't been with anyone." I continued, now looking into her eyes. "Karen, I have needs far greater than fucking. Animals fuck. I explore."

My response stirred Karen. I could see her thinking and formulating a response.

"Tim," she said in a very soft voice. "What type of kink are you into?"

Her choice of words struck me as being odd. I didn't say kink, I said explore.

"What makes you say kink?" I asked in a non-threatening way.

Karen sat back in her chair and studied me for a moment before speaking.

"About six months ago, I was on a date and saw you with another woman at D'Angelo's. I was seated at a little table tucked away in the corner and you were out in the open. I wasn't sure whether to say hi or to stay back. Your date's explosion made it crystal clear what to do."

My face started burning beet red. Karen saw this and gave me a comforting look and went on.

"Tim, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. She behaved like an ass. Even my date was impressed with your composure. You handled things perfectly."

When I smiled guiltily, Karen continued.

"She did say some things which stuck in my mind. She said you were into kinky sex. She said you wanted her to fuck you in the ass. You wanted her to piss and shit on you."

Karen let these words linger awhile before she asked, "Tim, is this true?"

I couldn't read Karen at this point as I was too stunned by her directness. I stared back into the glass avoiding her gaze. I was paralyzed.

Karen got up and moved her chair next to mine. She gently stroked my face. Again Karen asked, "Tim, is it true?"

My mind was whirling. The tenderness of Karen's hands was in stark contrast to her question. I knew I had to tell her the truth. I didn't expect her to freak as Kathy did, but I did not know what would happen. The voice in my head said she had to know if we were ever going to get together.

"Karen," I started, "there is a deep intensity inside me which craves things society calls taboo. It's beyond sex. It's spiritual." 

Taking both hands Karen turned my face towards her and kissed me gently. She then dropped her hands and took both of mine in hers, caressing them softly. I could see her thinking as her hands stroked mine.

Looking into my eyes, Karen said softly, "I too have a deep intensity for things taboo. Over the past two years I learned so much about what I want and need. You were always in my thoughts, but I was afraid to call. When I heard those words your date spoke, I was hopeful but still afraid."

Karen continued, "Tim, it is now my turn to be truthful. Have you ever heard of BDSM?"

My cock started to come to life. I nodded my head in the affirmative.

With a deep breath she went on. "Well, I crave the art. Have you ever experienced it?"

It was if the gates holding back years of yearnings had been torn open. There was no longer any hesitation or barriers. I knew I could talk freely without any negative judgments.

"Yes I have," came my simple reply. Karen looked relieved and I continued.

"I have always craved the power and control of a woman. There is nothing more important to me than to please and fulfill a woman's needs. For women are the true power and spiritual center of all. They are the Supreme Goddesses."

The look in Karen's eyes told me she was pleased. I could see her change before me; it was a metamorphosis. At that moment, we went from dinner partners to intimate partners. She was going to become my Goddess and I her devoted attendee.

Karen stood purposefully. She slowly circled behind my chair allowing her hand to trace up my arm as she moved. When she was standing behind me, she lowered her mouth to my ear, her hands or should I say finger nails gently raking down my chest. Her voice became seductively lower and huskier as she started to whisper.

"Let me see if I understand you correctly," Karen's nails began grazing and circling my nipples. "Are you telling me you wish to serve me? Are you saying your pleasure is through my pleasure?"

My cock was beginning to strain against my pants. Karen could see this as her nails worked my nipples. She started pinching them gently through my shirt. She was waiting for a reply.

"Yes I am. You are my Goddess and I desire to serve and please you."

Releasing my nipples, Karen started slowly moving back in front of me, saying, "Very good. This pleases me." Her hand retraced its path down my arm, sending shivers through my body. Karen moved her chair about two or three feet away from mine and sat down gracefully.

Crossing her legs, her skirt rose high on her thigh exposing the top of her nylon. She was wearing self stays and she did nothing to cover it. She knew I saw and smiled knowingly.

"I believe we both know where this is going." Karen spoke in her new voice. "I further believe we both very much desire what is about to happen. Am I not correct?"

With a single, bowing, affirmative nod I replied, "Yes my Goddess, we both know and desire what we are about to."

A slight purr came from Karen in response to my submissiveness.

"Before we begin I want you to know a few things. First, I am never derogatory and I will always treat you with respect. What we are about to do is called sharing. You are giving me control of your mind and body. I understand your pleasures and your needs; as you will understand my needs and my pleasures.

We know each others qualities, and our desire for each other was sealed with our first kiss tonight. We are about to enter into a union; a very deep and spiritual union. The bonds of which will make us one. Am I not correct?"

Again I bowed my head in the affirmative. At this point I was beyond arousal. I have never been so mentally turned on in my life. This was spirit driven and its intensity was intoxicating. Karen's words were releasing emotions I never knew existed.

Continuing, Karen said, "We are equals; both taking on our rightful roles. We both need to be overwhelmed with lust. We both crave pleasure and the many ways to experience it. I feel this in you. It is in your core. I crave you. I want you. I desire you. I lust for you.

Tonight we need to lose ourselves in passion and lust. We need to taste and experience every part of each other. Our souls need to become one."

Karen stood and moved to me. Her lips found mine and we melted into a kiss which made my head spin. Karen's hands unbuttoned my shirt as our mouths entwined with passion. Her long painted nails found a nipple. Instinctively Karen pinched her nails sharply upon it. The moan I released came from a place unknown. 

With a lust filled voice, she whispered: "I've only started. I have years of nasty, filthy thoughts to fulfill." Her nails pinched my nipples again releasing another, deeper moan.

Without speaking Karen turned and walked toward to the stairs to her bedroom, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. By the time she reached the first step, it dropped from her shoulders onto the floor. Removing my shoes and socks I followed, dropping my shirt on top of hers while I gazed at the back of her lacy black bra. Her hands went to work on her skirt as she moved up the stairs.

At the top, it too fell to the floor. Nothing was covering her ass. Her stay up stockings rode about two inches below each cheek. She turned her head slightly over her shoulder and gave me a sly, knowing smile. My pants fell to the floor and Karen licked her lips as my stiff hairless cock quivered as I made my way to her.

She entered her lair. Soft lights and fragrant candles gave the room a sexual, spiritual glow. A ritualistic drum beat was playing softly in the background. Karen had dildos, creams, lubes, dusters, cuffs, floggers, and other implements of pleasures positioned on all her dresser tops and end tables.

Turning slowly towards me, she unfastened the front clasps of her bra. Karen's breasts fell only slightly. She held out her bra in front of her and let it drop. My eyes drifted from her breasts to her mound. It was bare. She was indeed a Goddess.

In a wanton voice, Karen spoke as her hand gestured around the room. "I've taken the liberty of preparing a few of my favorite things. I'm sure there will be many items of mutual interest."

She moved rhythmically towards me. Her eyes were filled with thoughts impure. Her lips found mine again but this time she consumed me. Her tongue, snake like, explored my mouth. Her nails were raking down the front of my body. My body was shuddering from the sensations.

Karen broke from me and slowly walked towards her dresser. Picking up a black dildo, she caressed it as her eyes penetrated mine.

"I nearly came on the spot when I heard you wanted to be fucked in the ass. I find it to be so intense and erotic having something in my derriere."

Placing the dildo purposefully back onto the dresser she slowly picked up a pair of rubber coated clothes pins. Still speaking she opened the first one and clipped it onto her left nipple.

"Nipples bring so many pleasures. One of those pleasures can be found in pain."

Her body gave a slight tremble as the clothes pin clamped shut. She placed the other on her right nipple.

"I was so pleased to see your reaction when I pinched your nipples. I have a pair for you also."

Karen took two from the pile on her dresser and motioned me forward. My cock was jumping uncontrollably as I approached. Placing clothes pins on each of my nipples, Karen commented on the exquisite feeling they produced as she flicked them with her fingers. My knees buckled slightly from the pain, but my cock spoke the truth with its rigidness.

Raking her nails across my torso as she circled my body, Karen told me how bad we were for having thoughts about each while we were married to others. She picked up a rubber flogger from another dresser and said how we need to be punished for those thoughts. While she spoke, Karen allowed the flogger's straps to graze my body.

The calm intensity of her voice told me Karen was about to take me on a journey from which I would never return.

Stopping in front of me with her legs parted, Karen brought the handle of the flogger to my lips. It was phallic and she brushed it across them as she spoke.

"Surely someone who loves to be fucked in the ass, also has dreams of sucking cock? Do you agree Tim?"

With that Karen pushed the phallic head into my mouth. I let my tongue glide across it. Karen gave a knowing purr when I did so.

"I thought so; because I love things in my ass, and I also love to suck cock. Let me show you."

Removing the handle from my lips, Karen started sucking it in a most exotic manner. I thought I was going to lose my load simply by watching her. Stopping for a moment, she told me she was going to do more than simply suck my cock. However, we both still needed to pay for our past filthiness.

Walking behind me, Karen told me to lean over and to put my hands on the dresser. She was going to give me my punishment first; then I would need to punish her in return. As she spoke the straps were being softly slapped against my testicles from behind.

When she finished speaking the slapping stopped. I heard the straps whooshing through the air and then felt their tips grazing my body. Karen covered every inch of my back, ass and upper thighs with the flogger. Slowly the stinging heated my skin.

After I was thoroughly prepared, Karen told me the real punishment was about to begin. Without warning, the flogger snapped on my back. "This is for making me masturbate to filthy thoughts of you while I was married to another." Karen's tone was harsh. 

Another lash fell upon me; this time across my ass. "That was for making me fill my holes with objects unholy, dreaming they were your cock."

My knees were shaking as Karen rained blow after blow across me. Each strike released another piece of her impurity. I was blamed for making her seek pleasure through another woman's pussy; for the cocks she sucked; for being fucked in her ass; for the piss she drank; for the shit she smeared onto her tits; for the way she returned each act in kind; for becoming a slut; and for making her do it all alone.

On the last statement, the blows stopped. I could feel my blood pulsing where the straps landed. For some ironic reason I felt good; I felt whole.

Karen's voice returned to lust saying, "And this is for being with me tonight."

Kneeling between my legs, Karen's hands caressed my buttocks and inner thighs. Her nails left erotic trails on my skin. Placing her palms on each of my cheeks, she spread them apart pushing her face between them. The warmth of her mouth covered my anus and her tongue began rimming the hole. It was pure pleasure.

While her tongue danced into my ass, her hands fondled my balls and shaft. Not wanting to bring me to orgasm, she only used her nails to keep me stimulated. I wanted to cum so bad, but I knew Karen would define the time.

I lost track of everything until Karen pulled back and rose to her feet. She told me to stand up and face her. As I did, Karen's mouth engulfed mine, pushing her tongue deep inside. I could smell and taste the muskiness of my ass. It was pure heady lust.

The clothes pins were removed quickly from my nipples. Pain seared through them for an instant before Karen's fingers pushed and massaged them to relieve the sensation. I simply melted, wrapping my arms around her.

We kissed a bit longer before Karen broke from me.

"Now it is my turn."

Karen spoke as if in a trance. Moving to the dresser she turned her back to it and placed her hands upon it to brace herself. Her legs were spread; her back was arched. She wanted me to flog her front.

"Purify me," was her next command.

Picking up the flogger, I sensed her excitement. Juices were leaking from her leaving wet streaks on her hose. Slowly I assumed my role. I stood before Karen staring into her lust filled eyes. She wanted this very much and I was going to grant her wish. But I was going to drive her wild in the process.




Karen Ch. 03



Holding the base in one hand, I pulled the straps through the other in a methodical manner. While I did this, I began to speak.

"You blame me for your impurities; the impurities which were always inside you. You blame me for your lust; the lust which drips from your loins. You blame me for your actions; the actions you alone took part in." 

Pausing my strokes, I reached out to the clips on her nipples. Grasping the tips I squeezed them tighter together. Karen clenched her teeth and hissed, "Yesssssss."

Ignoring her remarks but still looking into her eyes, I started to flick the clips and continued my thoughts.

"No my darling, I am not to be blamed for what you did. Your thoughts were impure; your lust was deep; your acts were filthy."

Stepping away from Karen, I began the stroking motion with the flogger again. I was about five feet from her looking into space as I went on.

"No my darling, I will not be blamed for any of these things. But I will take responsibility for them. What I am about to do is not meant to purify. My lashes are to intensify."

Looking back towards her, our eyes met. I knew I found what Karen truly desired. She had a crazed look about her. My first lash would probably bring her to orgasm.

I started whooshing the straps through the air. Bringing them towards her, they made contact with the clothes pins; knocking them off in two flicks. Karen screamed and her head shot back. A thick stream of juice poured from her pussy. I was right, it was an orgasm; the first of many.

As she did with me, the straps danced across her front, stinging every part of her body. Extra time was spent stinging Karen's mound and her body trembled as another orgasm was building within her. While I did this, I repeated all her acts for which I was blamed. After each I said, "Blame? No. Responsible? Yes."

Stepping closer to Karen, I stopped the stinging. I could feel the warmth between our bodies as I lowered my head to her ear. I whispered, "Now I want the truth. The lashes you are to receive will help you remember."

Assuming a position a few feet in front of her I drew back for the first lash. Karen's look was intense. As the rubber talons snapped across her body, I started the questions. Not waiting for answers, I kept lashing her torso.

"You wanted to masturbate with filthy thoughts of me, didn't you? You wanted to fill your holes with unholy objects pretending they were my cock, didn't you?" 

The lashes continued as did my questions. I turned the blame into want: another woman's pussy; sucking as many cocks as she could; being fucked in the ass; the piss; and the shit. Each time she answered yes it became louder. Finally, her body trembling, Karen screamed.

"YES, I WAS ALWAYS A SLUT, BUT I HAD TO BE A GOOD GIRL. I BLAMED YOU FOR WHAT I ALWAYS WANTED. I USED YOU AS MY EXCUSE FOR MY KINK. BUT IT WASN'T YOU IT WAS ME."

With that, I dropped the flogger and looked into her eyes. Calmly I asked, "Now with the truth be known, how else may I please you, Goddess?"

Karen snapped her fingers and pointed between her legs saying, "Kneel."

Without hesitation I was inches from her reddened mound. Grabbing the sides of my head, Karen ground her pussy onto my mouth. She came instantly, her hands shook but she wasn't slowing down. Her juices were thick and I went to work on her erect bud.

Sucking it between my lips, Karen exploded in a wave of orgasms. Pushing me to the floor, Karen mounted me driving my cock directly into her. Her hips ground and pumped furiously on my cock. Her nails attacked my nipples, digging into and pinching them so hard I erupted with waves of cum. Karen could feel it and sat deeply upon me to savor each blast. 

When I was spent I nearly passed out; but Karen would have nothing of it.

She moved forward to straddle my face. Lowering her dripping pussy onto my mouth, she lustfully told me to clean her. The mix of our juices was overwhelming. I licked every part of her and consumed every drop of fluid I could. I could feel another orgasm building in her.

Karen worked her clit; pulling and slapping it. The more she worked it the larger it became. It was at least two inches long when she came again. Karen rolled off, collapsing next to me.

It only took her a few minutes to regain her composure.

"Come with me. I need to piss."

Hearing those words brought life back into my cock. Getting up, I followed Karen into the master bathroom suite which was also prepared for her desires. Karen removed her thigh highs and went to the shower. Sliding open the door to the extra large, three person shower, she motioned me in saying, "I hope you're thirsty." As she followed me in, Karen flicked a switch on the outside wall. Ceiling heat lamps began to glow.

Hanging from a rack on the back wall were various bags, nozzles and hoses; all meant for one purpose. The shower was modern with three shower heads. Each head had an additional hose coupling. Around the shower were built in benches; one of which was long enough to lie down on.

The shower also served as a steam room. I could hear it churning. This must have also been turned on at the same time as the heat lamps.

I was told to lie down on the floor as Karen positioned herself over me and instantly released her nectar. She sprayed all over my body before moving to my face. I opened my mouth to catch as much of her golden fluid as possible. The taste was milder than expected.

Once my mouth was full she moved her stream back to my cock and balls. Its warmth brought my dick to full hardness. The pungent odor was incredibly erotic as the heat from the lamps intensified the aroma. As her stream slowed, Karen straddled my face again. She didn't have to tell me what to do. Cleaning her was my pleasure.

Satisfied her nectar had been removed, Karen switched positions. He ass was now covering my face; my nose pressed into her brown hole. She wiggled her butt, grinding my nose into her a bit. I could feel it open and close ever so slightly. I was told it was time to clean ourselves inside and out.

Karen stood up and told me to sit on one of the benches. From the bench I watched as she began the selection process for bags, hoses and nozzles. Her routine was deliberate and arousing. Karen described the function of each nozzle, how it felt, and how it worked inside your ass. As she did this she bent her ass towards me and rubbed the tips against her hole.

"In a few minutes, we will begin the process. We will be giving each other an enema at the same time."

Karen was taking me into unknown territory and I wanted every bit of it, as filthy and dirty as it seemed. I wasn't thinking, just responding. Every part of my body was stimulated, excited and wanton.

The steam was starting to build in the shower and the heat from the lamps was helping to develop a layer of sweat over our bodies. Karen filled the bags and had everything in place.

Lying on her back, Karen pulled her knees toward her exposing her ass and pussy. "Lick my holes," she directed, "Get my pussy so wet and then fuck it with this." She took a phallic, butt plug looking nozzle and handed it too me.

Things were starting to look surreal as the steam surrounded us. Dropping to my knees behind her uplifted buttocks, my mouth went directly to her ass. Using the sweat on her skin as a seal, I sucked her anus into my mouth and used the tip of my tongue to tease and dart around her whole. Karen let out a guttural moan which only comes from intense pleasure.

My mouth never left he anus. I rubbed the nozzle up and down her lips and over her clit. By the way her body was jerking, I knew an orgasm was building and her pussy had to be soaked. Placing the tip of the nozzle at her opening, I pushed gently and it slid in one smooth motion.

Moaning, Karen started to rock her hips back and forth. Pulling the nozzle out was incredible for it stretched her walls and then popped out. As soon as it was out, I slid it back in. We did this over and over.

Karen finally told me it was time to insert it in her ass.

The nozzle was well lubed as I placed the tip against her brown hole and Karen relaxed her anus. Watching it open was an unbelievable turn on for me. With one rocking motion of her hips and a slight push from me, the nozzle snapped into position as her sphincter closed upon its base.

It was now my turn and Karen told me to get in the same position she just in. Moving to my back, I pulled my knees into my chest. The steam was so thick I couldn't see Karen. When I did, it was only her head engulfing my cock which I saw.

Her lips moved down my entire shaft until her nose was buried in my groin and the head of my cock was at the back of her throat. She held it there for a few moments and then pulled her lips back up the shaft with a very strong suction. The force was pulling my cock away from my body.

This process was repeated a number of times before her fingernails began scratching my anus. I thought of her open hole and tried to relax myself in the same manner. A lubed finger entered me in one push. Karen moved it around and rubbed it across my prostrate. I thought I was about to explode.

Karen removed her finger, added a second, and reinserted them into my ass. Her mouth never left the head of my cock. Her tongue was probing its hole. A third, a fourth were added and suddenly the nozzle entered me and I involuntarily clamped it at its base.

We were both ready.

I felt Karen's body move next to mine on the floor. I turned to face her, barley able to see her. Both of us were on our sides and Karen took my hand and moved it to the on/off clamp on her hose.

"Hold it there until I count to three and then open it." I could feel her hand on the clamp on my hose.

"One, two, three." The flood of warmth into my bowels was pure ecstasy. Karen pulled me closer to her and began to seductively lick my lips. Doing likewise, I felt my cock press between us gliding over our bare sweat covered skin. Our mouths tongues were doing lewd things to our faces.

It only took a few minutes for the bags to empty.

"Now comes the part I really love." Karen pulled the nozzle slowly from my ass telling me to hold it in as long as I could. She then removed her nozzle and taking my hand we both stood.

Our bodies were dripping with sweat. Our hair completely moistened; mine also was wet with Karen's nectar. Karen placed one of her fingers into my mouth and told me to suck.

The taste was overpowering. This had to be one of the fingers which was up my ass. I moaned lustfully. Following the same routine as she did with my anus, I was soon licking all four fingers.

The pressure in my bowels was building. I told Karen I wasn't sure how much longer I could last. She told me to keep holding it.

Then Karen pulled away; back into the mist. It was as if I was dreaming because I couldn't see her but I knew she was near. Just then she pressed her body into my back. One arm wrap across my chest and one went around my waist. She started pinching my nipples and stroking my cock.

My body was shaking. She moved away again.

"Karen," I cried, "I don't think I can last any longer."

"Try," she said. "Just a little longer."

From the mist Karen appeared in front of me and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. The incredible feeling took my mind my bowels for an instant. Karen moved away again.

From the mist I heard her voice.

"When you are ready to release, spread your legs and squat down just a bit; resting your hands on your knees. The feeling of release will go away for a moment. Then stand up and repeat the squatting motion but this time push out like you are shitting. Keep this up until you explode. Let me know when you are ready."

I couldn't see Karen at all; even when her mouth took my cock into it. Two quick sucks and she was gone. This was too much, I yelled I couldn't hold it any longer and began the motions Karen told me to do.

On the third squat my ass erupted. My knees buckled. It was the most intense feeling I ever experienced. I couldn't stop the motions. Stream after stream shot from ass sending chunks of my brown goo into the mist.

From behind me I heard Karen. Her voice was loud and wild with lust.

"Oooooh ....yesss .....ooooh ...yesss ....oooooo .....god .....ooooo my god .....sooo good ....sooo warm ....more ....shit more ....shit more"

I started stroking my cock like a mad man. The thought of what Karen was doing behind me was too much. I had gone over the edge. I started babbling along with her.

"My turn .....my turn .....me .....me ....do me ....shit on me .....I need it ....I want it .......I've got have you."

Karen pulled me down onto her; clawing at me like a crazy woman. Her mouth found mine and we attacked each other. I was no longer me. I had become a ravenous slut; wanting only the deepest form of lust. I was out of control.

Without thinking I rolled Karen to her stomach and moved behind her. With one pull she was on her knees and my mouth was at her ass hole licking wildly. The smell of shit filled the air. I knew she was covered in mine. I could feel it; I could taste it; I didn't care. I needed more.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt." Karen screamed.

Her ass erupted as my cock entered her. Streams of shit shot over every inch of my body. Each thrust brought a new wave. We fucked like animals. I have never fucked anyone so hard in my life. Without losing penetration Karen flipped onto her back wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

Karen continued to shit as we fucked. Each stream shot onto my balls. I had no idea what I was doing, where I was, I only knew what my body was experiencing.

Our orgasms were incredible. Her sparked mine or was it mine which sparked hers? It didn't matter. Somehow we were side by side; our legs were intertwined, still slowly fucking and kissing each other tenderly.

I heard a click and the showers heads come to life. A warm rain fell upon us. The mist of the steam was lifting. The telling signs of what we just did were being washed away, leaving only lingering traces of our lust.

As we came to our senses we found ourselves staring into each others eyes. We were searching for a reaction. I smiled first and Karen broke out into her wonderful smile.

"Wow," was all I could say. Then my bizarre sense of humor kicked in.

"So what was kinky about this?" I asked with a smiling grin.

Karen burst out laughing as she got to her feet. Helping me up, she said in her lusty voice, "I'm not done yet."

I gave her a look and she again started laughing. We both knew we were spent.

Sitting on the bench we shampooed and washed each other. Finally we exited the shower and toweled the other dry. We said very little the entire time. We did smile, and kiss tenderly often. A bond was formed between us and we knew it.

Karen blew out the candles and took my hand leading me back into the bedroom. Karen pulled down the covers and turned on a small table lamp. I blew out the other candles and crawled into bed beside my naked Goddess.

After a tender kiss, Karen asked me to turn off the light. As I did, I glanced at the alarm; 3:30am. I smiled.

Turning back into Karen I was met with one more surprise. Karen had moved, so her breasts would be next to my mouth.

"Tim," she cooed, "suckle me. I need the tenderness."

Licking my lips I pulled Karen close to me and took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked it tenderly, losing myself in its softness. Karen pulled the covers over us and caressed my hair. I could feel her heart beat as her soft purrs vibrated through her breast.

I started to drift as I suckled. I couldn't believe it when her milk started flowing. Karen simply pulled me closer and started to hum softly. I knew we would talk the next day, so I didn't stop, but simply fed and fell into a slumber. The only stirring came when Karen switched breasts.

The next morning I was the first to wake around 10 am. I quietly got out of bed and looked around the room. All the toys reminded of the night we had. Not wanting to wake Karen, I picked up the items from the floor and quietly placed them on the dresser. There were still so many we hadn't used.

Taking the towels into the bathroom, I hung them on the rack. Picking up her stockings, I felt their dampness. Bringing them to my nose, I inhaled their musky scent. Leaving the bathroom with the stockings, I headed downstairs to make coffee.

Along the way I gathered our clothes. Each piece of Karen's I fondled and caressed. It was very arousing.

As coffee brewed I cleaned up from dinner; clearing the table, loading the dishwasher, cleaning the pans and utensils. Realizing I was naked, I chuckled and slipped into my undies and threw on my shirt. The rest of our clothes I folded and placed on the stairs.

When the coffee finished brewing, I poured two cups. If memory served me correctly, Karen used cream as did I. Tip-toeing back upstairs I peeked into the bedroom to see Karen's smiling face resting on her pillow.

"I smelled the coffee and was hoping you would bring me a cup," she said in a morning voice.

Handing her one, I kissed her gently and then slipped back in bed beside her. We started talking about the previous night, which led to discussions about our past, relationships, and how we developed our kinks. We talked for hours. When we finally looked at the clock it was after 5:00 pm.

During that time I learned so much about Karen. First, she got into BDSM in college and worked as a dominatrix to put herself through school. Bill knew nothing of her past and wanted nothing more than to fuck and get blow jobs. She said she was stupid for every getting involved with him, but before she knew it, she was pregnant and they were married.

When their second child stopped nursing, Karen wanted to continue lactating; so she secretly expressed herself daily. It was a wonderful feeling for her and she regularly masturbated doing so. She was so glad I wasn't turned off to suckling.

Although she is typically dominant, she is a natural switch and enjoys the receiving end of things as well. Karen loved the way I was able to switch and said the turnaround was incredibly erotic. Flogging and mild pain turn her on immensely.

Clearing the air just a bit....

During the seven hours we spent in bed, Karen came countless times. I came four times, three of which ended in a snowballing session. We both took each others asses and Karen fisted me. I drank her nectar every time she needed to relieve herself and she drank mine as well.

Back to our discussions...

We both talked about lovers. She was sad when I told her about Liz. She read about it in the papers. It was during the Chloe/Chloe & Jeff story Karen fisted me.

Karen's experiences were not as positive as mine. She did join a BDSM group, but being a single woman has its draw backs. Although she craves the scene, she also needs down time as well. Karen is interested in meeting Chloe and Jeff and taking me to one of her club scenes.

As for her fondness for scat, it just happened. Getting so worked up drives her wild and nothing becomes too taboo. Karen told me a story of Bill once catching her in the shower covered with scat. He was revolted. Luckily she convinced him the baby did it while breast feeding. It was a close call.

She has a prescription for antibiotics from a doctor friend (female into the BDSM scene) and will get me in touch with her for a prescription also. The only thing Karen won't do is consume it. I told her she was my guide in this department; but last night was so hot I would have done anything she asked. (After this conversation I spent twenty minutes in serious ass worship).

One of the more interesting discussions was on our "bi-ness." I told her I never sought out solo guys for sex but transvestites and transsexuals were another story. Karen became so horny she had me suck her strap-on describing how much I liked it; then I needed to do the same as she fucked me.




Karen Ch. 03



Her "bi-ness" began at home as she and her sisters would make-out, eat each other and fuck each other as practice.

The story which floored me was Karen telling me she seduced my ex, Mary, into a tryst. As it turns out, Mary is now a full fledged, "out of the closet lesbian" living in San Francisco. Her leaving me to be a missionary was pure bull shit.

I was stunned but somehow not surprised. I asked her how many times they had sex. Karen smiled and said enough for her to find out what she really needed. All those years; oh well, life goes on.

Karen was really turned on by my hairless anatomy. It makes everything smoother and easier. She asked if I ever wore women's lingerie. Up to then I hadn't. It took Karen less then 10 minutes to have me in thigh highs and panties with a rock hard cock as she fucked my "pussy."

So by 5:00 pm we were spent...again...and hungry. We decided to go out for dinner and selected D'Angleo's as a symbolic gesture.

As I got dressed and started to change out of her stockings and panties, Karen stopped the show saying, "Oh no. From now on it's panties and stockings for you." I smiled because they really did feel wonderful.

Dinner was great. We talked about our jobs, the kids and everything 'today.' Our pasts were behind us and we were finally together. Leaving the restaurant, I asked Karen 'where to?' 

"Have any toys at your house?" she asked.

"Not a one," was my snappy reply.

"Then my place it is!" became Karen's verdict.

We did stop by my house to pick up some clothes and few things for work Monday. Karen informed me with an evil grin we had all day Sunday too.

This was six months ago and I have only go to my house to get mail, pay bills, do chores, etc. Karen wants to wait one year (4 seasons as she calls it) before we make any permanent moves. We have gotten together with Chloe and Jeff twice (very hot...Chloe loves my stockings and panties...Jeff too. Karen and Chloe have some electrifying ideas) and I have been officially collared by my Goddess at her club (this too was very hot...being forced to service others and clean my Goddess)

As for our kids, they always knew we had a thing for each other....



Karen Ch. 04



(Dear Readers: Please bear with me. I'm really new at this and am flying by the seat of my pants. I'm really not sure where these characters are going to take me, but it's a hell of a ride. Also, my apologies for the long gaps between chapters. I was unfamiliar with the schedule in terms of how these stories are posted. It was really not my intention to string this out for so long. I would also like the thank The Troubador for his encouragement.)

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Karen found that she could not keep her mind on her work. The afternoon's tryst with Jim conflicted her tremendously. She made her excuses and left for the day, barely containing her emotions.

Finally, at home, she sat in the dimly lit den and gave vent to her guilt, sobbing quietly. She felt her mind and heart torn - torn between her love for her husband and her lust for Jim Belsen. She knew that she had betrayed Jack and she couldn't justify her adultery. She also knew that she would meet Jim again. 

Intellectually, she knew what she must do. This "thing" with Jim must end now. It absolutely could not continue - to do so would be absolute insanity. It could very well destroy not only her marriage but Jim's as well. At the same time she knew in her heart that she could not end it. There has to be a way for her to straddle both worlds, her marriage and her lust for Jim, at least for awhile.

Her thoughts turned to Jack. Her heart ached for him. She was in such need of his calmness and compassion. She knew no one whose heart and mind tackled problems in a more rational and reasonable manner. His emotions never clouded issues. Problems were reasoned out in a sane and logical process. Yet, underlying the process, there was always kindness and sympathy for everyone involved. This was perhaps one reason why he has been so successful in his dealings with his clients. She knew that they were almost fanatically faithful to him and the respect they all had for him was boundless.

"Wait," she said to herself. "Perhaps it is those very admirable traits possessed by Jack that could be the answer to her terrible dilemma. Jack was the kind of person who would understand - he would, he would!!

" He loves me, he would understand and he would allow me this brief affair. I will promise him that I will be absolutely discreet. After all, this has nothing to do with my love for him, it's just sex and I'm sure that it won't take long for me to get over this 'thing' I have for Jim." she reasoned.

"I can't live my life lying and deceiving Jack, I know I can't. That would be worse than the affair itself. I won't be a deceiver. Jack will understand, he knows how much I love him," Karen thought. 

It all seemed so reasonable to her. This could be the perfect answer to her problem. This way she would not have to lie or sneak around behind Jack's back. She could indulge her passion for Jim until it died a reasonable death. She was sure that this fire would burn itself out in short order. Yet, despite the confidence she had in her decision to be open and honest with Jack, she had misgivings. "What if he doesn't respond as I believe he will?" She shook off these doubts and convinced herself and this course of action was the most appropriate and reasonable. Jack WOULD understand. 

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There was an underlying tension that evening; Jack was unusually quiet and Karen was obviously nervous and edgy. Her speech was a bit too fast and her conversation was brittle. She was trying too hard to be "normal" and it was obvious to Jack.

Karen was trying to find an opening so that she could have "the discussion with Jack, but seemed to lack the courage to do so. She finally decided that since the next day was Friday, they would then have the weekend to iron out any problems or misunderstandings arising from "the discussion She also decided to take tomorrow off from work so that she could prepare herself for the ordeal, for she recognized that it would be just that, an ordeal. That decided, she let out a silent breath of relief and tried to have a normal evening.

Jack, of course, sensed the tension in Karen, but without knowledge of the cause. He knew something was up and was fairly certain that it had to do with Jim Belsen. He mused, "Is Karen going to tell me that our marriage is over? Is that even within the realm of possibility, after all these years?"

He shook his head abruptly, "This is nuts. I know that we have a strong marriage, why am I assuming the worst? How can what I witnessed cause me to come to such draconian conclusions? What the hell is going on with my thought processes? Or do I unconsciously sense impending disaster? Ok, enough. Obviously something is bothering Karen and if she doesn't tell me what it is soon, I will then sit her down and get to the bottom of this." 

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Fortunately, Jack Bell's morning was busy with John Benson, which, to his relief, went very well. It looked like the company has acquired a new client which would certainly benefit the bottom line. After all, he was in business to make a profit and Benson's account would help that goal. 

"Mr. Bell" Pam interupted his thoughts. "Mr. Gould is here for your luncheon appointment."

"I'm coming out now, Pam" replied Jack as he strode through his door and greeted his old friend, Mike Gould.

"Mike, good to see you - I'm starving and I hope that you are also, " greeted Jack.

"Ready to go, Jack. Let's take my car. I'll drop you off here after lunch".

They drove to their local watering hole and were soon comfortably seated in a booth at the back end of the bistro. Jack was glad for the privacy, he wasn't in the mood for tumult.

"Ok, Mike, so talk - gosh, it's been how long since we were able to get together for a drink or lunch? What, about six months at least?"

"More like seven, Jack. The last few months have been somewhat traumatic for me. You may not have heard, but June and I have seperated. I'll probably be filing for divorce in a few weeks" Mike stated calmly.

Jack sat there stunned. While Mike Gould was not what may be considered an intimate friend, Jack had known him for years because of their business contacts and Karen and he had gotten together with Mike and his wife June periodically. This news, coming as it did, caught Jack by complete surprise. 

"Mike, you two have been married for a long time, over 25 years?" queried Jack. 

Mike nodded his head, "We celebrated our 25th anniversary almost a year ago and I discovered recently that June started an affair a few months after that 'celebration'. I immediately moved out and I have been in an apartment for the past few months."

Jack could see the pain in his friend's eyes and heard the tightness in the calm voice. Mike was trying to hold it together. 

"Mike," Jack spoke softly "Do you want to talk about it? If so, I'm a good listener and it may do you a little good."

"Not much to say, Jack. It's like an old cliche. She felt she was getting old and unattractive. I wasn't paying enough attention to her, yadda, yadda. She is terribly sorry and remorseful about the affair - she still loves me. She wants me to forgive her. It's a script played out a thousand times a day somewhere in the world. I'm not even angry any longer - just tired and depressed

Jack looked down at his drink, suddenly very cold. How coincidental that Mike would present him with such a situation. This was hitting a bit too close to home. Is is possible that he would soon be in a similar postion? He refused to consider that - he shook those thoughts from him.

"Mike, is itt possible for you to forgive her? After all, you guys have a history together. There have been many good years, you know that."

"I've given that some thought, but I'm not sure how I can honestly do that. I have no trust in her, she destroyed that. The fact is that she knew what she was doing and she also must have known how her actions would affect our marriage makes forgiving her more than difficult. 

"Look Jack, I love June, that hasn't changed, but I don't trust her any longer and I have lost the respect I had for her. How do I get over that? Every time I look at her I see her in bed with her lover. I visualize her spreading her legs for some guy that's not me. How do you get that picture out of your mind? I have to go forward with the divorce. Who knows, maybe somewhere along the line, sometime in the future we can get back together. But I suspect that too much time will have passed and we both will have gone down seperate and different paths."

Mike gazed at Jack with genuine sadness in his eyes. "It's a real bitch, Jack. You're lucky, cherish what you have. You never know what the future will bring. But enough of that - tell me what's going on with you. How you been doing, buddy?" 

The conversation moved to more neutral subjects, but Jack found that it was difficult for him to concentrate on what else Mike was saying. His mind kept drifting back to his wife and the conversation he had planned for this evening. He had made up his mind. He would get to the root of whatever was going on with Karen tonight. No more vacilation.

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Jim Belsen looked at the clock for the second time in the last ten minutes. He couldn't keep his mind on what he should be doing. Karen had taken the day off and he was afraid to call her. He was filled with indecision and not a small bit of guilt. He again looked at the clock and the minute hand hadn't moved. He recognized that the afternoon was going to be a waste and decided that he would leave and head for home. He certainly wasn't getting anything done here. 

But heading home, usually done without conscious thought, was no longer an easy task. It was difficult to meet Sara's gaze and difficult to engage in easy and comfortable conversation. He prayed that she hadn't noticed his tension, but was afraid that she knew something was afoot. He knew that she was too perceptive to miss his anxiety. He also knew that she loved him deeply and recognized that his weakness threatened that love. 

"Honey, I'm home" Jim shouted as he entered his front door. The house felt empty to him and his heart lurched. Amazing what a guilty conscience can do. He rushed into the kiitchen and found Sara putting up a pot of coffee.

"Hi dear" she said. "You're home early today, getting a start on a long weekend?"

"Sara, you're leaving Monday and I want to spend time with you before you go. You know how I miss you when you're gone on these things," Jim replied.

Sara moved over to him and smiled, "You're sweet, Jim. I will miss you too, just make sure that you're a good boy when I'm away." and laughed as he reddened.

"Gee Sara," protested Jim as he took her into his arms. "I can't begin to tell you how much you mean to me, " and he leaned forward and kissed her gently. The kiss quickly turned to one of passion and he moved his hands to her face and found her tongue with his own.

Breathlessly, he ended the kiss and gazed into her eyes. Sara saw the need in his and murmured softly, "Let's go into the bedroom, honey" and she took him by the hand and led the way.

Jim stopped her by the bed and turned her to him. "Let me do that, Sara. Let me undress you, please" he said as he started to unbutton her blouse. He quickly had it off her arms and had her bra unclasped. He gazed lovingly at her still firm breasts with their light brown nipples. He saw that they had started to harden and he leaned forward to kiss each one gently.

Sara gasped and pulled his head more firmly to her breast. As Jim feasted she found the zipper on her skirt and let it fall to her feet. She pulled him up and whispered, "on the bed, Jim. Take your clothes off." He was soon naked and moved toward Sara who was now stretched out on the bed. He feasted his eyes on her almost nude body. "Damn," he thought to himself. "Despite being in her 40s she still looked damned good." He reached and slowly drew her panties down her legs and off her feet. He lovingly gazed at the soft fur on her pussy and slid his hand gently up her thigh to the juncture between her legs. Not being able to restrain himself any longer, he knelt between her legs and gently kissed her abdomen. Moving his lips lower he probed his tongue between her nether lips and quickly found her clitoris.

Sara gasped and jerked upward. "Shit," she blurted. "Don't stop, Jim. Keep doing that" Jim smiled at the profanity. Sara was always the perfect lady and would never have uttered a four letter word - except in bed while making love. She then became an almost wanton harlot. Sara the lady became Sara the courtesan.

Sara pulled at his head and pushed her hips into mouth. "Deeper Jim, oh shit. Push your tongue into that pussy." she moaned. Jim felt her juices begin to flow and he recognized that she was fully aroused. He pulled himself up and began to position himself to penetrate her.

"No, not that way" Sara breathed. "Let me this time, I want to be on top this time."

She quickly assumed the superior position and held him in her hand as she lowered herself onto his rigid and throbbing cock. She quickly impaled herself and allowed Jim to sink into her his entire length. She sat for a moment before starting to raise and lower herself on him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and staring into his eyes, said softly, "kiss my tits, Jim. Suck on my nipples." She then pushed her breast into his mouth and breathed deeply as his teeth clamped softly on her nipple. 

Sara rode him slowly at first and then more rapidly as she felt her orgasm approach. She moved more quickly, almost slamming her groin into his as she felt the waves of pleasure overwhelm her. Dimly she heard Jim groan as he ejaculated into her. He clasped her closely to him and they held each other as they rested and caught their breath. 

As she felt her climax ebb, she thought, "Damn. I guess I needed that more than I thought" and then she recognized that it had been over a week since Jim had approached her for sex. Sara moved and lay beside him while reaching for and holding his hand. 

They lay there quietly with their own thoughts. Jim's mind was a whirlpool of conflict. He felt the overwhelming love for the woman beside him and tried to understand his almost fatal attraction for Karen. He recognized that if Sara ever left him, he would be devastated - unable to function. So why then was he engaged in such destructive behavior? 

Sara, lying quietly beside him, was engaged in her own thoughts. She recognized the anxiety and tumult in Jim and, in all honesty, did not know how to even begin to broach her worry to him or her fear concerning his state of mind. 

"I guess I'm just going to have to keep my eyes open and see what the next few days bring. I just wish that I didn't have to leave for Chicago, but," she thought," perhaps being away for a couple of days will be what the both of us need in order to come to some sort of resolution to whatever is bothering Jim." But, secretly, she knew what Jim's problem was. Deep in her heart she prayed that their future would not be the bleak one that may be coming. 

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That evening was not a relaxed one in the Bell household. The tension was palpable and both Jack and Karen tread lightly. Jack in anxious anticipation and Karen in silent trepidation and fear, despite what she considered a reasonable solution to her "problem." 

It was after a more or less silent dinner that Karen said, "Jack, let's adjourn to the living room. I really need to have a discussion with you."

Jack looked at her and just nodded. He was a bit relieved that he wouldn't have to force the issue, yet he felt the fear and worry gnaw at him. A sense of sorrow and desolation filled him and he lowered his head and followed her. Karen sat on the sofa and made room for him beside her, but Jack took the armchair to the side of her.

"Jack, I need you to just listen to me. Please, do not interupt me - just let me explain to you what is happening and how I feel. Also, please keep uppermost in your mind the certainty of my love for you. After I finish you will have the opportunity to say what you want. Is that ok?" 

Karen looked searchingly at him, trying to determine his state of mind. Jack's face showed nothing, no emotion clouded his features. He gazed at her and said, "Say what you have to, Karen. I will listen and not interupt you."

Karen began: "This goes back to our college years. You may remember JimBelsen, he was in my class. Well, for a time we were an item. I was sure that I was in love with him and felt that we would marry after we graduated. I eventually found that it was not love that I felt, but there was a physical attraction that was intense. Jack, Jim and I were very intimate during the few weeks that we were together. " 

Karen colored slightly and looked searchingly at Jack who remained impassive. She took a breath and continued: "While Jim and I were very intimate, we never truly consumated our relationship, for one reason or another. After a few weeks I was brought up short to discover that my intense attraction for Jim threatened my school work and I was in very real danger of being asked to leave. This certainly frightened me and I was able to step back and break it off with Jim. He understood my situation and agreed that we would remain just friends. " 

Karen looked hesitantly at Jack and there was an intensity in her voice. "Jack, I met you soon after that and fell truly in love. The love that I had for you allowed me to ignore my attraction for Jim. My mind and heart were yours and I consider myself the luckiest woman in the world having you as my husband.

Karen hesitated again. The hard part was now coming. She prayed that she read Jack correctly and that his inate capacity for tolerance and understanding would be the reaction for which she yearned. 

She moistened her lips which were suddenly very dry. Karen tried meeting Jack's gaze but found it difficult. She averted her eyes and cleared her throat. 

"Jack, I didn't tell you this before, but Jim Belsen is now working at my company. He started not long ago. The day that you called to ask me to lunch, I already had lunch with Jim at that Marriott. I didn't know why I lied to you and I'm ashamed that I did and I want to apologize for that."

Jack released a pent-up sigh of relief. "Thank goodness," he thought. "Thank goodness Karen is coming clean. This is not nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be." He smiled to himself at the ridiculous thoughts he had entertained. "Shit," he thought. "Lunch is no big deal," he said to himself as the tension flowed from his body.

Karen noticed his change of demeanor and hurried to quiet any response from him. "Wait Jack, I'm not finished."

Jack tensed again and sat back. His mind was filled again with anxiety and worry. "What was coming now?" he asked himself.

Karen bit her lip slightly as she pleaded her case. "Jack, when I saw Jim I recognized that that intense physical attraction that I had for him was still there and if anything, even stronger. It was also apparent to me that Jim shared that intensity. It could be because we had never actually had intercourse while in college, but that's not the point.

Karen's eyes filled with tears. She knew that what she was about to tell Jack would be hurtful. "Please," she prayed. "Let him be understanding"

"Jack, I need to get this out of my system. I'm going to have a brief affair with Jim. I'm sure that after a few weeks, or at most a couple of months, I can get over this insane lust I have for him and get back to my normal life. Jack, please understand that this has nothing to do with my love for you. It's strictly physical, like an itch that demands scratching




Karen Ch. 04: No More Math Homework



Thank you to tangentjoker and my wife for editing this story. 

***

This is the fourth story of Karen. You don't need to read the other stories first, but it's also not a mistake. They are in chronological order.

Karen - His New Girlfriend?

Karen - The Second Meeting

Karen - Creamed Pants 

***

The first thing Mr. Smith noticed when he entered the class was that Karen sat in the front row in the middle. After thinking about this for a couple of moments, he realized that she had changed her place with Ken, who now sat in the back.

Tim Smith was the math teacher of this class. He was a young teacher. He was not bad looking but nothing special, medium height, not very athletic, not thin, not chubby, short brown hair, a pretty good sense of humor. He wasn't a bad teacher, but also not the best teacher at all.

Mr. Smith was single at the moment. In the past, he had several girlfriends, but normally it didn't work for a long time. Mostly, they broke because of incompatible sexual desires. He was a leg and foot fan. Okay, "fan" is perhaps a little bit too weak an expression. Better we say "fetishist". Sadly, the women he met didn't appreciate that mostly her legs and feet made him horny. He tried to hide his desires normally and tried to seem interested in their whole body and their minds and souls. Of course, that wasn't a lie at all. He appreciated intelligent, generous and humorous women - but that didn't turn him on. He wasn't really good at faking sexual interests. Normally, they recognized his desires after a short time and then the woman felt repulsed. They felt used, because they felt reduced to some body parts. Perhaps that wasn't fair. He fell in love several times, and the reasons were not only their feet and legs.

Karen didn't know the whole story, but she noticed that he got aroused for feet and legs. She called him "Tim" in her thoughts. To think of him as "Mr. Smith" seemed inappropriate to her. He wasn't a distant authority for her. He was a man toy or boy toy she would like to play with. Mr. Smith tried to not show his fetishes at school, but he often tried to get a good look at feet and legs of women around him. Then he pretended to be uninterested. But she caught his gaze too often. They couldn't be accidents. Karen was very good at recognizing those things.

She didn't care if he would be interested her whole body. She only wanted to find a leverage to gain power over him. She knew now that feet and legs were his weak points and that was the only thing that counted. Her aim was to make her math class as comfortable as possible. Her legs and her feet could be the weapons to reach that target and she was willing to use them. Karen didn't want for Mr. Smith to recognize her knowledge over him at first. It seemed easier to entangled him in her web, when he was not on guard.

***

For the first lesson, she had chosen a short skirt, black stockings and white sandals. Only Mr. Smith had a good look at her feet, because he was the only one in front of her. She crossed her legs at the beginning of the lesson and the whole time looked in Mr. Smith's eyes. He didn't notice this at the beginning, but became more and more aware of her presence. Her right foot seemed to aim all the time in direction of his crotch and he began to fantasize about her feet. But he was professional enough to hide his thoughts. In fact, he was used to catching some pictures during his lessons to use for jerking off in the evening or the morning before he went to school. The trick was not to get too aroused in class and to enjoy the underlying erotic background he imagined. And he practiced this in a lot of lessons. So he enjoy the unexpected foot show. Perhaps this was not ethical but nobody knew it and nobody got hurt. 

As Mr. Smith asked a question, Karen raised her hand.

"Karen!" Mr. Smith prompted her.

It seemed to be unintentional and like she was nervous, Karen uncrossed her legs. During her answer, she spread her toes, curled them and seemed to caress one foot with the other for a short moment. Dumbfounded, Mr. Smith gaped at her feet. Karen crossed her legs again and Mr. Smith noticed the silence in the classroom. He had some problems recalling Karen's answer.

Mr. Smith took a deep breath and said, "That's right, Karen!"

He continued with his lessons surprised about that he had left the role of the math teacher for a moment. He was bewildered that he was overwhelmed in sexual thoughts while teaching math. If he were prepared for this sudden sexy action it would be easier to handle, Mr. Smith thought. When he asked questions, he avoided giving Karen the floor again and he managed to end the lesson without further incidents. After the lesson, he left the class instantly.

In the evening, Mr. Smith was home alone. He recalled the views of Karen's feet and legs and jerked his cock off until he spurted his semen in a handkerchief. In the morning, he woke up and by recalling the pictures of Karen again he jerked off again. She was a really hot woman, he realized.

The reason of his wanking behavior in this morning was not only horniness but he thought if he jerked off, he could more easily focus on his job as a teacher. He was used to often jerking off in the morning before school.

***

It seemed that Karen was now sitting in the front row permanently. This day, she wore a white halter top and a beige pair of long trousers. This time, her bare feet were covered in the same sandals as the day before. In a mixture of relief and disappointment Mr. Smith noticed that he didn't get a good view of her silky long legs again. He finished the math class as a professional teacher and he was pleased to archive full control again. Sometimes, he glimpsed at her feet. They were beautiful of course, but not as spectacular as it seemed to him the day before.

The next day, Karen dressed in the same style as the day before. At the beginning of the lesson, she slipped out of her sandals, crossed her legs and spread and curled the toes of her right foot in a very slow, nearly imperceptible, rhythm. At first, Mr. Smith didn't notice that she moved her toes at all. But soon he caught her foot in different positions and he tried to see Karen moving her toes without too obviously staring at her feet while he continued his teaching.

He looked at Karen's face. A broad smile appeared on her face and he felt caught red-handed and blushed. Certainly, he had a bad conscience. Surely she only smiled at him because he looked at her face, he thought but tried to be more careful. Nevertheless, he couldn't avoid checking her feet out. Soon he noticed that she increased the rhythm. He thought of her massaging his cock with her toes. He changed the picture in his imagination as he noticed that this could made his cock hard. After that, he tried very hard not to look at her feet anymore. He had seen enough to dream about for the day.

After asking a question, only Karen raised her hand and so he asked her for the answer. Karen uncrossed her legs. With a sudden movement, she raised her feet onto the tiptoes. While answering his question, she opened and closed her knees in a slow motion again and again. In awe, he gaped at this movement. Wow, what a nice sexy view, he thought. He had to sit down quickly behind his desk, because he didn't want anyone to notice his growing erection.

"Uh, that's right, Karen!", he said. He blushed again a bit as he saw her broad smile on him. 

He continued teaching while sitting behind his desk. He avoided asking any more questions. He was glad when the bell rang at the end of the lesson because he couldn't avoid thinking of Karen's sexy feet and legs teasing him. Normally he managed to teach without getting aroused this much. She had only done little things with her feet, surely not intentionally, but it made him horny like hell. He hoped that nobody noticed his sexual excitement and it seemed that none of the other pupils sensed it.

He pretended to study some records when the students left the room because he didn't want to present his hard-on tenting his trousers.

***

After teaching, he went home. Having dinner first, or first let flow in the sexy imagination Karen gave him and jerk off, that's the question, he thought. He decided to wait some more before he gave in to his sexual desires. After the dinner, he checked his e-mails first. He found an e-mail with the subject "Like when you gape on my feet". It could be junk mail, but it didn't hurt much to read it.

"Hi Mr. Smith, 

I'm Karen, you know? From the middle of the first row of your math class."

Mr. Smith swallowed loudly.

"I've noticed something very interesting. Not only interesting, it makes me very hot thinking about it. I noticed that you got hot for me, especially for my feet. Oh, they are pretty and cute. I like how I painted my toenails in glistering white colors. Have you noticed them sparkling while you peeked on them during class? I like looking at my feet, too, and I'm looking at my feet right now while I think off you. I've put oil on them and they are glossy. Do you know that they are very flexible? I'm spreading my toes right now, Uh. When I think of you reading this email, I imagine that your cock is growing, just from reading these few words."

Mr. Smith trembled and grabbed his cock through the fabric of his pants. Indeed he was hardened.

"I'm thinking that you just began gliding your hand over your crotch right now! It makes me so wet thinking of it. It's okay when you rub it for me, but be careful not to make a mess too early. I'm curling my toes imaging my naked feet grabbing your cock. I'm massaging my clit now with slow strokes. Grab your cock now under the fabric like I would grab it with my toes."

"Oooooh", a quiet moan left his mouth as he did what she requested. Perhaps it was a unreasonable behavior but no one could see him now and he wouldn't tell anyone that he jerked off to her e-mail. So, why not gave in to his desires? By the way, he planned a wanking session to release himself from the hot pictures he remembered during the day, anyway.

"Now show me the whole thing. I can't see it through the fabric. Take your cock out, now!"

He did what she instructed. Sitting in his chair, his cock pointed to the sky. Really rock hard, he remarked.

"Now, take the palm of both hands and rub them up and down your cock."

His hips moved in rhythm with his hands.

"Slow down a bit, boy! While massaging my clit, I'm now sliding my middle finger in my wet pussy very slowly in and out. I only left my clit for a few moments because I was typing this e-mail *smirk*. It won't take long until we can cum together, but no need to hurry. It will be more spectacular when we slowly let our arousal grow."

Slowing down made him shiver in anticipation.

"Have you noticed the attachment to this e-mail? It's a photo of my feet. I want you to look at it now, while we slowly increase our pace until we both explode at the end of this email."

Shakily, he opened the attachment. It was a photo of Karen's naked legs and feet. She seemed to be lying on her back and had her legs spread in the air. Her knees were bent and she pressed the palms of her feet together. She had moved in such a position that her feet where next to the camera while she took this photo. Her toes where curled so they formed a channel he could look through. It wasn't difficult to imagine that he plugged his cock into.

He nervously placed the windows on his screen to see both the e-mail and the picture.

"It's sexy, huh? You know what could be between my toes now?"

He knew! He grunted.

"I'm so close now. Stroke your prick faster now, we are nearly there. Just hold out a few more seconds!"

He pumped his cock, then, in a fast beat.

"It's. It's really not easy to type right now. Ah, it's so sexy. Wait ... and ... uuuuh ... ha, ha, ha, I, I, I - and you ...

CUM NOW!!"

He spurted his semen right into the air and made a mess on his clothes.

He couldn't read for several moments and had to wait until his breath got normal.

"Wow! 

Did you cum hard just now? I think you did! For me, it was a great orgasm. I'm feeling so in touch with you. I could almost feel your cock between the soles of my feet while I came so much. Oh, I want you to write down how it felt. How you wanked your needy cock. I want to know every dirty detail!"

Okay, that was very, very sexy, Mr. Smith thought. But he would not be honest answering her question. He could be a pervert in private, but that was private - nobody laid into his sexual behavior.

"I'm taking the head of your cock between my two big toes now. I'm pressing it hard and twirling it! *giggle*"

This image hurt his now very sensitive cock and he sizzled.

"Mmmmmmm, Thank you for the wonderful time together!

I am looking forward seeing you in class. I have so many dirty things in mind with you, my sweet teacher!

Sweet kisses from

Karen"

After he calmed down a bit, he thought about answering her e-mail. Of course, he was far from telling her that he wanked at her e-mail. He thought of what a normal teacher, a teacher who is not aroused by the feet of a schoolgirl who was teasing him, would do. Some e-mail like: "Hello Karen, it's not shameful for a schoolgirl to fall in love with a teacher. Sometimes things like this happen. But you know, I am your teacher..."

Perhaps, it sounded like a lame excuse? It would be better to answer personally in a professional teacher manner. But he wasn't sure that he could manage to act professionally, when she act sexually and showed off her sexy feet. He had to think it over and didn't reply to the e-mail yet. He was too confused to think clearly.

***

The next day, he met Karen at the math class. This time, she wore flat shoes and long trousers, so he couldn't see much of his sexual fetishes. Somehow, he was relieved and disappointed at the same time. Karen looked shiny, nearly luminescent, and somehow a little bit messy. She had a small satisfied smile on her face, like she had had great sexual pleasures minutes earlier. Mr. Smith adored her appearance and enjoyed the idea that he caused this aspect.

At home, he got another e-mail from Karen in the evening.

"Hi teacher,

I felt it. It was just as an enjoyable evening for you than for me yesterday! It's a pity that you didn't told me the dirty details, but you can do it right now! I'll see you in class tomorrow. You wouldn't believe how many dirty ideas are crossing my mind.

I'm extending my long legs and raising my feet in front of your face! Lick them with your long greedy tongue!

See you in class,

Kisses from Karen"

Mr. Smith made a licking movement with his tongue and gulped. He closed his eyes for a few minutes. This had to stop, before it really get dangerous. He started to answer her e-mail.

"Hello Karen,

Sometimes, a schoolgirl falls in love with an older man. That's not a shame, but it almost always hurts the schoolgirl. Especially if she gets a crush on a teacher. Please stop teasing."

He deleted the last three words. Should he notice that she teased him, really?

"I'm not interested."

No, that would open the opportunity that he even thought about it. He deleted it. He had to write something that she would stop teasing him.

"It will be the best you to stop thinking about me this way. It's not possible and it won't happen. A relationship between a teacher and a student is also highly immoral. So you see, it doesn't make any sense to even think in this direction, so stop it."

Did she really think of a relationship? Or did she think of sex and it amused her, that she could make him horny? He didn't know, but he was sure not to write down thoughts like this. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to meet him in confidence, but it seemed unprofessional to reject her simply by e-mail. He doubted that it was adequate to answer her by e-mail, but he didn't want to meet her. She pushed his buttons in class and with her e-mail very well, and he feared that she knew it very well. He wasn't sure he could stay professional in a private meeting, if she decided to tease him. But he had to offer her a private meeting and he hoped that she didn't make use of this opportunity. In a private meeting he had to seem the professional teacher he played. That wasn't impossible.

"We can talk about it in my office, if you have any further questions.

Tim Smith"

This e-mail was mostly a big lie. He sighed and pushed the send button. Frustrated, he went to bed.

***

The next day, Karen seemed to be very serious. Mr. Smith was glad she chose an outfit that didn't show her legs or feet. Okay, he could handle it and he had found the right words in his e-mail, he thought. But after a couple of minutes she bent down, placed a pencil on the floor and stripped off her shoes. Mr. Smith got angry but didn't know how to react to this offensive action. He noticed that she wore no stockings. He continued his lesson, but noticed that she began to roll the pencil under the sole of her feet.

He sighed inwardly. He understood the symbol very well and he feared despite his irritation, that he could also get horny. He couldn't completely push back the fantasy of his cock under her feet. After several minutes, he felt himself getting hard and he sat down behind his desk again.

It was very unusual for him to assign his pupils tasks during the lessons, but he didn't want to talk for some time. Karen winked at him. Involuntary, he lowered his gaze to her feet. She held the base of the pencil firmly between two toes, while quickly stroking up and down the whole pencil with her other foot. He gave her a wide-eyed stare. His cock was pulsating in his pants. He felt relieved when she picked the pencil up and her feet disappeared in her shoes, but his hard-on stayed constant. His e-mail to her definitely hadn't helped to defuse the situation.

He stayed seated at his desk while the pupils left the room. It took a bit of time until his erection subsided.

***

Karen opened the door to Mr. Smith's office without knocking beforehand. She had changed her clothing and had replaced her trousers with a short skirt. She wore no stockings like in the morning. Without speaking a word, she placed herself on the chair in front of the desk, crossed her legs and wiggled her right foot challenging. Mr. Smith felt uncertain how to handle the situation. It was definitely not a normal situation between pupil and teacher.

After some moments of silence, Mr. Smith asked: "Hello Karen, what can I do for you?"

She increased the rhythm of her wiggling. Her high heeled sandal made a slapping sound, when it smacked against her foot. She had really beautiful feet, he had noticed. She oozed confidence and sexuality. He imagined that she was the living dream of his sexual requirements. But it was definitely not an option to think with his cock. He was her teacher and all and he wasn't willing to risk his job.

Mr. Smith got nervous and asked again with a rasping sound: "I think you are here because of my e-mail, right? What, What d-do you want?"

Karen continued her wiggling for several painful seconds.

"Do you have a boner?" she leered.

"What?" Mr. Smith responded in disbelief.

"Do you have a boner?" Karen repeated her question and kicked with her right foot in the air. Her sandal flew through the air and landed with a loud thud on the floor. 

Frightened by this sudden action, Mr. Smith winced. She uncrossed her legs, kicked the second sandal away, stood up quickly and sat down on Mr. Smith's desk. She raised her legs until she could turn around on the desk and placed one foot in Mr. Smith's crotch.

"I knew it!" Karen purred while moving her foot over his rock hard erection. "You should be honest with me!"

"What ...," Mr. Smith begun to protest. Karen pushed her other foot into his mouth, her rubbing of his cock through the fabric got faster.




Karen Ch. 04: No More Math Homework



"Do you think it is appropriate for a teacher to get such a really massive hard-on for his pupil and let her rub his cock?" She removed her feet and placed them right and left beside his pelvis and grinned provokingly.

Mr. Smith looked shocked and blushed.

"K-Karen, don't ...," He couldn't think clearly and didn't find a logical end to this sentence.

"K-Karen, don't - what?" She mocked him and smiled at him satisfied with the progress of her intervention.

"Karen! I, I ...," He struggled to find words, but wasn't even sure what he wanted to say.

In response, Karen raised one foot in front of his mouth.

"Don't speak! Lick it!" she ordered.

Mr. Smith bowed his head. His tongue glided over the base of her foot.

"Very nice, Tim!" Karen said after a while. She pointed with her big toe in the direction of his mouth. "And now suck!" 

He begun to suck her toe in and out. Slowly at first, but he got hornier and hornier. After a while, she removed her foot again and placed it beside his pelvis again.

"Show me your wiener! Strip down your pants and show me your hard cock!" She commanded. He had totally lost control over the situation and didn't know to regain it back. So he simply did what she told him. She placed the bases of her feet right and left aside his cock, without moving her feet. His cock twitched and he began to move his pelvis up and down. Very experienced and professional teacher behavior, he thought sarcastically and rolled his eyes.

"You have my permission to stroke my legs, my pet teacher."

Horny, nervous and agitated, he stroked her legs.

"And now sit still! Let me do the work, my sweet baby!" 

While she beat his meat with slow strokes, she explained: "Perhaps you are wondering, why I'm doing this, but this is easy. I love being in control and I don't love spending my time in math class and with math homework. And so I've decided to use my abilities to avoid spending time with stupid math stuff but also pass the class with a high grade."

Mr. Smith grunted under her experienced wanking.

"I know you are into feet and legs. I've noticed that you often try to catch a glimpse of feet in sandals. And so I decided to use your fetish for my benefit. I've teased you with my feet and legs in class and watched you getting horny - it worked very well."

She increased her wanking motions to a very high speed. After some seconds, Mr. Smith gasped on the edge of an orgasm.

"Calm down, lover boy. We are far from done yet!" Karen chuckled and removed her feet for a few moments. Then she returned to slow wanking movements.

"Perhaps you don't see my strategy right now. I'm going to explain it to you," Karen continued.

"First of all, I don't want to use dirty tricks to blackmail you. So, you don't have to fear that I take pictures of you and me or something like that. I've decided to work with your own horniness and make you want me. You have experienced that I could make you horny in class until you lost the focus on teaching. You have to sit down to hide your erection. Be sure that after this meeting, it will be much easier to distract you in class. Okay, it is blackmailing anyway."

She chuckled and changed her wanking to a medium pace and he felt like she dragged him slowly in the direction of a massive orgasm. When he was close she slowed down her movements, so he stayed for a long time on the brink.

When he began to cum massively, she changed her strokes. They became fast and hard. Mr. Smith spurted large waves of sperm in the air. Most of them landed on Karen's feet and legs. After his orgasm subsided, she removed her feet, placed them in front of his face and mocked him.

"Oh, Tim, you have made such a mess! Look at my feet and my legs! They are all covered with your dirty teacher cum. Let me think about how you could clean me!"

After some seconds she continued, "Lick and slurp it until I'm clean!"

It felt strange to Mr. Smith to eat his own cum. It didn't taste bad, but the fact that he did it was a sign of his submission to the strong will of this sexy schoolgirl. His cock softened for a short moment but soon it was rock hard again.

After he licked the last drop of cum, she bowed to him and opened the button of his shirt, removed it, and stripped off his undershirt and ordered him to get completely naked and to lay down on his back on the ground. She sat herself in the teacher's chair.

"I think this is much more appropriate now. Me sitting in the teacher chair and you lying under my feet." 

She rubbed his torso and his face with her feet. Sometimes, one of her feet met his cock. Mr. Smith felt degraded and safe and secure at the same time.

"Mama knows what's good for her baby!" Karen said. 

Mr. Smith couldn't decide if she was mocking or only stated a matter of fact. She pressed his cock then hard against his tummy while massaging it with her toes.

"I know you want to stay as a teacher at school. But there could be one problem. You feel it. You can lose focus on teaching. You can get unwanted big erections. You could stammer. You could blush in the middle of a lesson... I could easily demonstrate that you have sexual desires for your pupils. I don't need to be offensive to do this. Nobody else would know that I am in control because I know to push your buttons so well."

Playfully, she sat her left foot over his mouth and pinched his nose with her toes so he couldn't breath for one moment, while increasing the force on his cock with the right foot. When she released his nose, he began to wheeze in the rhythm of her cock teasing.

"Or you can stay a reputable teacher because I wouldn't tease you so much in public. Perhaps you'd get some private rewards, if you are obedient and pleased me well. I can be so nice to you, you know. Perhaps, sometimes, I have to recall my power in your mind. But I'll do it carefully, so you don't embarrass yourself too much."

They both knew that she had won. He was at her mercy.



Karen Ch. 04



Karen was now extremely agitated. She was trembling and flushed and looked at Jack with her heart in her throat, awaiting his response.



Karen Ch. 05



Jack Bell sat stoically, listening to Karen explain how she felt about her "physical attraction" to Jim Belsen and her intention to have a "brief" affair with him. As she spoke he felt almost overcome with a sense of loss and sorrow. He knew that his life would never be the same. 

Then, almost insidiously, he felt another emotion supersede the angst. At first he didn't recognize it - it was alien to him. He didn't remember ever feeling anything like this. Suddenly he recognized it - anger, no, more than anger. He felt a burning, white hot, almost irrational rage. It threatened to overwhelm him and he had to fight it down. He grappled with it and exerted control over it. He shaped it and compressed it until it was a small, burning coal buried in his psyche. 

He would not shout, he would not berate, he would not run amok, but he would give outlet to it. His rage would be satisfied and Karen would recognize what she had done to him and to his marriage.

Jack saw Karen seated there, anxiously looking at him, awaiting his response. He fought his ire and began in a level voice.

"It appears that you've thought this out very carefully, but I think that you haven't taken a few things into consideration, my dear. I seem to remember a few words exchanged many years ago during a wedding ceremony in which we participated."

Karen made to interrupt him, but he waved her down. "I gave you your opportunity to speak, now it's my turn, so please just shut the fuck up."

Karen's mouth snapped shut as she looked at Jack, shocked at his language. He had never ever used foul language in her presence, let alone directly to her. She recognized the need to be quiet.

"Let me see," continued Jack. I seem to remember words such as 'love, honor and cherish'. It seems to me that adultery is a strange manner in which to honor me or our marriage." 

Karen flushed and suddenly felt faint. This wasn't going as she had planned. Jack was supposed to be sympathetic and understanding. What was happening to her plan?

" I also seem to recall another phrase - 'forsaking all others?' Jack asked. "Yes, that was it, 'forsaking all others'. The meaning of those words seem to preclude fucking other people - at least thats what it means to me." 

Jack stopped pontificating suddenly and confronted Karen. "Have you fucked him?" he snapped.

Karen just stared at him. She didn't recognize her husband. She had never seen him like this. The coldness in his voice chilled her. She couldn't reply.

"Goddamn it, answer me, wife" he spat at her. "Have you fucked him yet. Answer the damn question."

The steel in his voice forced an answer from her. Hesitantly, she answered softly. "I'm sorry, Jack. We had one meeting." She colored and lowered her head. She was totally flummoxed, she never expected such a reaction from Jack.

"Meeting?" he laughed cruelly. "Meeting is an interesting euphemism. By 'meeting' I'll take it that the two of you have fucked already. Was he as good as you remembered, Karen? How many times did he get you off? Did you suck his cock? Did he come in your mouth? " 

Karen stared at her husband. Who was this cruel and vindictive man? This wasn't Jack. Suddenly, she was very unsure of herself. Her plan which seemed so rational was falling to pieces before her. Suddenly she recognized that perhaps her actions were going to provoke reactions for which she was totally unprepared.. 

Jack kept attacking, he was relentless. "Your little, sordid fuck-fest sickens me. Your adultery and infidelity cheapens you and makes mockery of our marriage. But you know something, my dear? As much as I'm nauseated by your cheating and betrayal, there is another aspect of this that totally outrages me, That makes me realize that our marriage has been a sham, and that in all the years that we have been together you never have really gotten to know who I am, what kind of man I am."

Jack looked at her in contempt. "You actually thought that I would be a willing cuckold to your whoring. You actually thought that I would sit by and willingly allow my wife to fuck another man. You actually thought that I would be a spineless, weak wimp of a husband. You have shown that you have absolutely no respect for our marriage, and even more devastating to me, you have absolutely no respect for me." he continued.

Karen was ashen. She had suddenly and forcefully come to the realization that she had made a major and tragic error of judgment. She had managed to categorize a brief and not too meaningful affair too lightly. She had not recognized how devastating what she had done would be - to Jack and to her marriage. 

"What was I thinking? Had I actually lost my mind?" Jack's words penetrated her heart like arrows from a bow. She was now fully aware of the magnitude of her error. Her little "fling" was more than a mistake. It could be the ruin of everything she held dear.

"Karen," continued Jack. "I have loved you for what seems like my entire adult life. Never would I have jeopardized our union with another woman and it sickens me to discover that not only are you an adulteress, but you consider me a candidate for cuckolding. Right now I believe that you have very effectively destroyed any love I have had for you." 

Karen sat and let Jack's hurtful words wash over her like acid from a vial. Tears had begun to flow and she sobbed quietly, but Jack was not yet finished.

"Karen, right now I really don't care who you fuck. You can take on the entire 82nd Airborne if you wish. Right now I have to get you out of my sight. I am leaving you; let the lawyers iron out any settlement."

With that said, Jack heaved himself slowly from the chair and proceeded to the bedroom where he began to pack as much of his clothing as he could as well as basic toiletries. 

Karen appeared at the doorway, ashen and trembling. "Jack, please, I beg you. Let's talk - we must talk." she pleaded, tearing streaming down her cheeks.

"Karen, I have never raised a hand to you, but if you don't get out of my sight right now I cannot guarantee your safety. Just get the fuck away from me," Jack snarled.

Karen stepped back ,sobbed and then ran to the guestroom where she threw herself across the bed. She curled into a fetal position and gave vent to her grief. She was certain that Jack was lost to her for good. What she hadn't taken into consideration was that Jack was a prideful man and despised disloyalty. She had betrayed him by her tryst with Jim and then had, in her stupidly conceived plan, actually rubbed his face in that betrayal. 

"Oh my God, " she thought to herself. "I totally destroyed my life and for what? I'll never get Jack back - I've hurt him too deeply. What the hell am I going to do? How can I live without him? How can I undo what I have done - all for the sake of a meaningless physical attraction."

Suddenly, Karen examined that attraction. She was stunned to discovered that the lust that she felt for Jim Belsen was totally gone. She felt absolutely nothing now. The horror that she had evoked was enough to quell any lust she may have had for Jim Belsen.

"Why did it take such a catastrophe to wake me up," she wailed. "Did I have to destroy myself to recognize the stupidity of what I was doing?" Karen heard the front door open and shut and she knew that Jack was gone. 

*******************

Jack Bell sat in his car after loading his suitcases in the trunk. "What do I do now," he asked himself. "A hotel, ok - but not that downtown Marriott, that's for sure." He quickly made a decision and drove to a hotel near the airport and reserved a room for a week. He felt that he would, hopefully, have made some decisions about his future by that time. 

He unpacked in somewhat of a daze. The intensity of the emotions that had washed over him the past couple of hours drained him. He still felt the anger, but it was a bit muted now. He sat down heavily and just let his mind rest. While the anger was still simmering he could now feel the total overwhelming sense of sorrow, sadness and desolation. 

A line from an old poem by Whittier suddenly flashed across the screen of his mind, 'of all sad words both tongue and pen, the saddest are these: what might have been'. 

Tears formed and he allowed himself the catharsis of relief. He sat and cried as he had never cried before. He was lost, totally lost. His life was now without meaning and his future looked grim and bitter. He knew he had decisions to make, but for the life of him, right now he couldn't make a decision about if he should pee or not. 

Jack got very little sleep that night. He couldn't get the visions of Karen actually fucking another man out of his head. The realization of what she had done, and what she was planning to continue, just rocked him to his roots. That she actually believed that he would be ok with this astounded him. If she really believed that, then obviously she had no clue about who he was and what kind of man he was.

He finally fell into a fitful sleep at dawn, but woke a couple of hours later. Nightmares had filled that fitful rest forcing him from the bed. He realized that it was Saturday and he thankfully did not have to face anyone at the office. He was sure that his face reflected the agony that he felt. 

"Ok," he reasoned. "I have decisions to make and I need a clear head. First thing is to get something to eat and hope that I don't throw it up. I will need the energy." 

After a very light breakfast in the hotel dining room, Jack returned to his room. He recognized that the primary emotion simmering in him was anger and he fought again to control it. He felt like lashing out physically against Karen, but he knew that he could never harm her. He also had decided that Mr. James Belsen was not going to go scot free. Belsen knew that Karen was married, yet he participated in her adultery.

Jack wondered if Belsen was married. "Shit" he thought. " If he is married I can make him suffer as he had made me suffer." Jack hesitated, he was not by nature a vindictive man, but right now he didn't know who he was. He knew he needed to lash out at someone. 

He picked up the phone and dialed information. "Hello operator, I need the number of a James Belsen, it may be a new one."

Moments later, "Sir, I have a listing for a James and Sara Belsen." and she recited that phone number.

"Son of a bitch," muttered Jack. "The prick is married. He's no better than Karen. Maybe they deserve each other." He thought for a second and then picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello," a woman's voice answered after two rings.

"Hello, is this Mrs. Sara Belsen?" asked Jack, resolve tightening his voice.

"Yes, it is - who's calling please?" she answered hesitantly. 

"Mrs. Belsen, my name is Jack Bell, my wife is Karen Bell and she is employed at TCM Industries, where I believe your husband works."

In the space of a heartbeat, Sara Bell had all of her fears realized. Everything came together when Jack Bell identified himself. He really didn't have to say another word, she KNEW.

Sara gathered herself together quickly and replied, "Hello Jack, you probably don't remember me, but we shared a few classes. I was two years behind you in school. Back then I was Sara Rinker. I'm really not all that surprised by your call."

Jack sat with his mouth agape, stunned. Sara Rinker, his mind flashed back over the decades. He did remember her, a well built, attractive brunette, and now she was Belsen's wife??? Jack felt that he was in the middle of a maze, circles within circles. He then remembered that Jim Belsen had dated Sara in school. He never took great notice, but had heard that nothing had come of it. Now here they show up as husband and wife. "Coincidence is a cruel son-of-a-bitch," he thought.

"Jack, I think I know why you called. Would you like to meet for lunch?" asked Sara.

She knew, he felt sure that she knew - yet she was calm and composed. She was a lot more controlled than he, but he knew that he must speak with her.

"Sara," Jack spoke softly. "I do remember you and I'm terribly sorry for the information I have to give you, but I will say nothing right now. Can you come to the airport Hilton around 1? We can have lunch here."

"That sounds fine, Jack. I'll see you then," replied Sara and she gently lowered the phone to its base. She sat for a moment while tears filled her eyes. She knew that Jim was weak and could be easily influenced. She didn't know that he would put their marriage in jeopardy again. 

Jack saw her enter the dining room on time. Despite all of the years, he did recognize her. He noticed that she had kept her figure and that she was attracting the eyes of quite a few men there.

Jack approached and greeted her. "Hello Sara, it really is good seeing you after so long a time. I wish it could be under more pleasant circumstances."

"Thank you, Jack," she replied as she seated herself at the table. "I gather that this meeting is not going to be pleasant for either of us," she said softly while making sure that they would not be overheard. Jack had chosen well, their table was well removed from other diners. 

Jack found it difficult to speak. Having to reveal his humiliation and his cuckolding was going to be difficult. He felt his anger rising again and took a deep breath to calm himself.

Sara saw his emotional torment. She put her hand on his. "Jack, I don't think you have to get into specifics. Jim and Karen have been intimate, am I correct?"

Jack relaxed a bit and sighed. "Yeah, I guess that's one way to put it. Karen 'confessed' this to me last night, but that's not the worst of it. She told me that she wanted to get her 'physical attraction' to Jim out of her system by having a 'brief affair'. She actually thought that I would be ok with that - that I would sit by and allow her to humiliate and betray me. I could not believe that she felt so little respect for me to even entertain the notion that I would allow that. I just can't see how our marriage can survive this." Jack had to look down as he felt his eyes tear up. 

Sara gazed at him sympathetically. "Jack," she said softly. "You are in no condition to make any decisions right now. Your emotions are too raw for you to do anything for awhile."

Jack suddenly realized that he wasn't the only one impacted by his wife's infidelity. Sara was in the same boat, and it appears that she was handling it a lot better than he.

"My God, Sara," Jack blurted out. "You must also be suffering and I have totally ignored your pain. Please forgive me, but tell me what you have in mind. What are you going to do?"

Sara thought for a moment. She actually had no idea what she was going to do, but she knew that she needed time to herself. All of a sudden she was very happy that she was leaving Monday for a few days away. It would occupy her as well as giving her some time in which to make some decisions concerning her future, with or without Jim Belsen.

"Jack, I really don't know right now. All of this is too new and too raw. Fortunately, I have to leave Monday for a few days for my work. Maybe that will give me the time to evaluate exactly how I feel and what my options are."

Jack just shook his head in amazement. This was quite an impressive woman. Quiet, contained and very rational. Perhaps he had pursued the wrong woman in college. He did know that he had to come to terms with how he felt about his wife. Did he still love her or did he hate her - or was it both?

****************

Sara was contemplative as she drove home. She knew that she would have to also make decisions, as did Jack, but what they would be eluded her. One thing she did know, Jim would have to go, at least for awhile. He had to be made to realize that adultery is not something that she was going to continue to tolerate.

She realized that Jim had always been weak and had never really felt strongly about anything. He just went along, taking the path of least resistance . He was good at shmoozing, shooting the bull with his contemporaries, which, she guessed, accounted for his somewhat modest success in his job. But he never really took a stand on important issues and, over the years, Sara realized that she had lost almost all respect for him. She eventually realized that he was basically a shallow man. Jim was not evil, just rather superficial. 

Arriving home, she found Jim in the garage tinkering with the lawn edger. "Jim," she called. "Come into the house. I need to talk with you."

Jim followed her into the house and seated himself across from her in the den. He looked at her questioningly; he was a bit concerned at her serious mien. 

"What's up, honey? I hope that there isn't a problem with your trip on Monday. I know that you aren't exactly crazy about going to begin with."

"This has nothing to do with my trip, " Sara snapped. "It has to do with whether I want our marriage to continue. Don't even try to start your bullshit, Jim. I know all about your little mini affair with Karen Bell and I now have to make a decision about where this marriage is headed."

"Honey, she has been after me since I started work there. I really tried to calm her down," Jim protested. "I really thought that if we did it once, it would be over. It meant nothing, you know that I love you."

Sara felt a little relief that Jim was not going to try to get out of this. At least he admitted to the affair. The problem was that she knew that this wasn't the first time Jim had strayed. She had never made a fuss before because she knew that none of his indiscretions were serious or long lasting, but she now realized that enough was enough. While she was fond of Jim, she knew that she no longer really loved him and she had to decide if she wanted to continue in a marriage based on "fondness." 

"Jim, I want you to listen very carefully to me. I think that you had better pack a bag or two and leave. We need to be apart for awhile when we both decide where we're going."

"Jesus, Sara, We can get over this. It was no big deal." Jim was pleading with her. The shock of her words scared the living daylights out of him. He never thought that Sara would ever go this far. She had always given him plenty of latitude.

Actually, his life with Sara was very comfortable. She was a great homemaker, cook and bed partner. Even when he was screwing around a bit, it was always reassuring to know that he had a great wife and home to which he would return. Love didn't really enter into it. She also brought in quite a respectable income, which together with his, provided them a very upper middle class existence. The thought of losing all of this was frightening.

"Perhaps we can, Jim. But I insist that we put some time and distance between us. This isn't open to negotiation. I want you to pack and leave. I'll be flying out on Monday and we will talk again when I return. Please, I don't want any arguments, just do what I ask."

Jim Belsen sat, stunned and now speechless. He recognized that Sara meant what she said and that further protestations were useless. He rose and quietly left the room and headed upstairs to begin packing.



Karen Ch. 05: The Sadist



Thank you to BradCarpenter for editing this story. 

***

Ken was lying naked on Karen's bed while she stroked his hard-on with gentle, slow, soft strokes. She sat on the edge of the bed, fully closed, in a white shirt and short black skirt. She had been teasing his cock for nearly an hour.

"I'm looking for new challenges!" She told Ken, while curling her index finger around the top of his cock.

Ken gasped.

"It was fun training myself with you. But now I can effortlessly do anything I want to you and you are unable to stop me. You are addicted to my body, my strength, and my willpower." With three hard, fast strokes she brought him to the edge of an orgasm.

Ken winced and buckled suffering a mixture of arousal, frustration, and light pain. He knew that she was able to hold him in this state of near cumming for a long time. She often enjoyed letting him struggle for release. She changed pace and pressure again. He barely felt her touch. He muffled a groan.

"Dealing with is you is very relaxing for me. It feels so comfortable and familiar. I like it!" She let go of his cock for a moment.

For some moments, he caught his breath but soon gasped again. She blew a soft warm breath on his cock and his cock twitched like it was searching blindfolded for contact with her skin. Then she wanked him again with only two fingers.

"To subdue my math teacher was an exciting experience. But I knew he hadn't had much contact with women. Also, I could use his strong foot and leg fetish to my advantage. He hadn't experienced any woman before who had appreciated his fetishes. So this was very new for him, and some parts of him wanted to lose to me. So he gave in to my sexuality." Karen stopped stroking him, stood up, and took her skirt and panties off.

She placed her cunt over Ken's mouth, catching his eyes with her intense glance.

"Lick!" She ordered.

While Ken licked her, she humped up and down on his face, one arm stretched above her head. She looked like a cowgirl riding a wild horse. Ken had trouble following her motions while licking her.

"My new challenge is Nick. You know Nick? He is almost 20 and he is known to be a sadist." She explained.

"But he's not only a sadist. Most sadists respect women. Their play in SM-sessions are just love games, you know? But I've heard, he doesn't care for the feelings of the women he played with. He really wounded some of my friends. I think it's time to teach him a lesson, and I want to do it. It must be really exiting to subdue a sadist." Karen continued.

Ken shook his head in disagreement and stopped licking: "Don't try it Karen, it could be dangerous!"

"Yes, he is dangerous. But that's the point. It's such a thrill! Now, shut up, boy! There is nothing to discuss. By the way, who will stop me? You?" She chuckled and pressed her crotch hard against his mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe for a moment. She rose up a little to give Ken space to lick her cunt and clit again.

When she was near an orgasm, she grabbed his head with both hands.

"Harder, boy!" After some moments, she pressed Ken's head hard against her wet cunt.

She let out a high-pitched scream and climaxed hard and long. Her cum spurted in Ken's open mouth. After some seconds, she let his head go. Ken panted for air.

"Open my blouse!" Despite her mind-blowing orgasm, she looked fresh and relaxed.

After he unbuttoned her, she stripped off the blouse. He adored her firm, well defined tummy and her perky breasts protruding in the air. She placed his hands on her big stiff nipples. He rubbed and tweaked them soft between his fingers.

"Now lick me very, very, soft and slow, boy!" Karen's pleased smile made Ken proud and happy.

She pressed her arms to her side and looked down at her prey. This time without moving herself, she ordered Ken. "Slide your tongue over my clit and in my pussy. You know how I like to feel your tongue and teeth. Keep going." When she was close to an orgasm again, she moved back and placed her cunt over his still rock hard cock.

"I'll tell you what I think about Nick." With one hand, she inserted the tip of his cock and took him all way in.

Without visible motion, she began to massage his cock with her strong, trained inner muscles. Although this was a familiar feeling for Ken, it blew his mind like it was the first time.

Karen continued, "I don't think, Nick is a real sadist. I think it is like some homophobic men. They hate homosexuality to hide their own gay side from themselves and others. They are in fear of losing their masculinity. I think Nick fears his submissive and masochistic side. I will show it to him—the hard way.

"I'll make the sadist mine!" She raised her body until Ken's cock almost left her pussy completely.

"I'll hurt him and humiliate him!" She took Ken's cock all way in.

"I enslave the sadist!" She slowly rose upwards until only the tip of his cock was in contact with her cunt.

"I'll make him whimper and whine!" Karen plunged on his cock and Ken grunted.

After the next stroke, she shrieked out loud and she and Ken violently came together. She collapsed over him and pinched her fingernails into his back.

"Oh, that was good, boy!" She purred after her orgasm faded away.

Totally exhausted, Ken had difficulty not closing his eyes.

"You look tired, boy!" Karen chuckled and kissed him soft on his lips, while he fell asleep.

***

After school, Karen stepped up to Nick before he left the schoolyard.

"Ehm, hello!" She lowered her gaze.

Nick had an arrogant expression on his face. "Hello! What do you want, girl?"

"Ehm, I heard, that you are . . ." Karen stopped speaking, she seemed to be nervous.

"I am what?" Nick grabbed her chin and raised her head until Karen had to look into his eyes.

After some moments, she lowered her gaze again. "That should give him the feeling that he was the one with more willpower," she thought.

Karen sighed: "I've heard, that, that you are into, into—BDSM . . ."

Nick was pleased and he checked Karen out, she seemed to him to be a good plaything. He had mentioned her good looking face and her beautiful slim and firm body before and often imagined playing with this beautiful woman, but he was never the one who asked for something. Never! That could damage his reputation as a sadist.

"What do you want?" After a moment he decided to address her in a sexual connotation. "Bitch!"

"I, I, I am interested . . . ," Karen replied shyly.

"Down on your knees, Bitch!" He emphasized the last word.

Karen looked shyly around. There were only a handful of pupils leaving the schoolyard. No one paid any attention to her. She knelt.

"The next time, I give you an order, you will not think about if you want to or not. I expect immediately obedience from you. Is that clear?" Nick hid his satisfaction.

"Y-yes!" She had learned from Ken to stammer in such situations. She hid her amusement as this sudden thought crossing her mind.

"Master!" He corrected her. "From now on, I am your master and you'll address me correctly!"

"Yes, M-Master." Karen sighed again and bowed her head. She looked ashamed. Her plan to make contact with Nick worked fine. Also, she had to admit that acting submissive thrilled her. That was a surprise for her, but didn't lead to changing her plan. It only added more fun.

"Meet me Thursday evening at my place!" He told her and gave her his address.

He was hooked, Karen thought, pleased. What would he have done if she had told him she didn't have time for him that evening?

"Ehm, oooh, I'm not sure. Thursday I have to . . ." she paused with an uncomfortable look on her face.

"Don't criticize my instructions again! At six o'clock! "He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

She willingly presented her long neck, closed her eyes, and lightly opened her mouth like she wanted to be kissed. As he released her head, she had the impression he had thought about that option for a moment.

"No Master! I was disobedient. I need to be punished, Master!" She replied dramatically. 

"I'll think about the right penalty and give it to you on Thursday. Wait until I am gone, then you may stand up." He left the schoolyard.

***

Karen arrived wearing a long coat. In high heels, she was a little bit taller than Nick. She put her bag on the ground. With a pleased smile, she looked down at him while she unbuttoned one after another button on her coat. Then she let her coat slide down. She wore a short, light blue sport top and snug shorts in the same color. With a pleased look, Nick gaped at her slim and sexy body. Karen smiled at him expectantly. Without being ordered to, she sank to her knees.

"I'm here, Master, as you ordered."

Ken looked around nervously to see if someone watched them. Karen suspected that his neighbors didn't know about his sexual activities and he didn't want them to know.

"Come in, Bitch!" he ordered.

Karen grabbed her coat and bag and stood up. She entered the flat with slow steps. Nick moved back and stood before the wardrobe. She approached him slowly, but it didn't seem that she would stop. Nick took a step backward. When she was really close, she stood before him for a short moment and looked down on him again. That was not very submissive, she knew. The question was, would he mention it and would he react. She noticed a slight sign that he was uncomfortable. Then she sank to her knees again and bent a little bit forward. Her head was now only a hands-reach away from his crotch. Instinctively, Nick stepped back another little step to get some room. Somehow, he looked puzzled. "He feared he could lose control," Karen thought, "He's not so strong when someone else takes the initiative."

She didn't want him to get skeptical about her submissive appearance at the moment. He needed to be the dominant in this meeting. So, Karen took care to not seem too aggressive.

"I've been bad, Master," Karen whispered, "I need to be punished."

Nick ordered her to follow him to the bedroom. There, he had her kneel again. While she knelt, he blindfolded her with a scarf and placed a cold leather collar around her neck. Karen knelt for some minutes. In her blindfolded state, she didn't know what happened around her. That disturbed her, but she couldn't find a way to avoid it. She also found being at his mercy arousing. Anyway, she was also aroused by her plan to turn the tables.

Then Nick spoke, "You are a dirty, dirty bitch."

"Yes, of course, why not?" Karen thought and suppressed a chuckle in a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. "Be careful with silly thoughts," she criticized herself. She wouldn't ruin the scene with giggles. She rolled her eyes. Fortunately, he couldn't see it. "Praise to the scarf around her head," she thought. She had to suppress a chuckle again.

"I've been a bad, bad girl, Master. Please punish me." she purred.

She wouldn't give away the leadership totally to Nick. It was necessary to stay on the active side to interrupt his activities.

"My ass needs to be punished so bad. Please let me feel your strong hand spanking my ass. Please give me a hiding, Master." Karen continued.

Then she decided to seem unsure and stammered, "I, I, I've b-been so, so bad!"

Who the hell knew what she had done to be so bad, but who cared about the details. "She would be really bad soon," Karen thought, amused.

Kneeling in the bedroom, she concentrated on moving simply, but sexily. When she breathed, she lifted and lowered her breasts. She added a little circle move to her breasts. She opened her mouth and licked her upper lips slightly.

"Please bend me over your knees and spank my ass with your strong masterful hands, Master." She begged for her punishment. It seemed useful to her plan to get in physical contact with Nick.

"That's a good idea, Slave. I'm pleased with your proposal." Nick said.

He grabbed the collar at the ring in front and ordered her to stand up. He sat down on a chair. He stripped of Karen's pants and panties and placed her on his knees. He fondled her ass for a moment and begun to spank her with his bare hands. It hurt but also tingled in her clit. It surprised her again. She thought it might be worthwhile to experiment with her new found submissive side in future.

She tried to ignore the pain and catch his rhythm. She made short circle movements with her ass to give him something to view. Also, she pushed her belly in his crotch between the beats to stimulate him. Soon she noticed that something became hard under her.

"Your butt is mine . . . because I'm bad, I'm bad" The catchy Michael Jackson song crossed her mind. Despite the pain, she had trouble not laughing out loud. After a minute, she was out of danger of laughing or giggling.

"Uuuuh, I can feel your masterful cock. I feel it with my tummy. It is growing and it feels very big, Master!" Karen said, without being ordered to speak.

Nick continued to spank her, while he got aroused under her unnoticed teasing.

"Your cock is really rock hard now, Master. I'm impressed." She decided to flex her ass cheeks for the next beat.

Nick's hand slapped hard against her unexpectedly hard ass. Surprised he recognized the burning in his hand. It didn't seem intentional to Nick. So he decided not to mention it.

Despite the aches, she managed to flex her ass cheeks from time to time. She wanted the spanking to come to an end.

Nick pretended that he hadn't noticed it, but his right hand hurt more and more.

Nick decided to quit her spanking after some time: "Enough, Slave! Kneel again!"

The spanking had really hurt Karen's ass and it had become red and warm. She was also aroused in a strange and unexpected way. But that didn't enter her mind.

***

As Karen knelt in front of him, she stretched the fabric of her shirt with her breasts again. She knew that her hard nipples were clearly visible.

"Master, may I speak?" Karen asked sheepishly.

"Yes, Slave!" 

"Master, I-I want to know, what a slave is. I've read some stories and books with slaves and there are some differences. Some slaves are very passive. They don't do anything without being ordered. But, is that the right way for a slave to serve a real master like you? Some slaves are very active." Karen explained, while nearly imperceptibly gyrating her breasts again. Nick's cock throbbed.

"I want to be a slave who tries to know what you, my master, wish. I want to act for your pleasure, just before you tell me your wishes. I think a real slave knows what her master wants. Not only what he wants, a real slave pleasures her master before he even wishes something. A good slave knows what is good for you before you even know it, Master." She pretended to be shy and nibbled her lower lip.

Nick hadn't thought about this point before, he always experienced slaves who took orders but didn't have ideas on their own. Karen's idea sounded good.

"That is a very important insight." he answered.

"And . . ." She acted unsure, as if she fought with speaking out her thoughts. 

And, and, and . . . I am dying to see your cock!" She spit out. 

"It felt so powerful, so masterful, so big and strong under my belly while you've gave me my needed spanking. Please. Master, can I see it?" Karen begged.

Nick was pleased. She seemed to be absolutely horny too. He liked the idea that his spanking and his cock aroused her.

Nick stripped off his trousers and his underpants. Than he removed the scarf around her eyes.

"Thank you, Master." Karen purred.

His hard, erect cock stood proud in the air. It was not extraordinary big, but Karen knew that most men like to hear women admire their cocks.

"It is such a big and strong cock. Ehm, is, is it allowed for your little slave to touch the masterful cock of yours?" Karen asked shyly.

"Yes, you are allowed." Nick answered broad-minded and broad-smiling.

Karen extended her index finger and slid it up and down the upper side of his cock. Nick's cock jumped upwards after her finger left his cock.

"Ooh, it is, so, so majestic. So masterful. I don't dare to touch it further. It's so powerful." Karen blushed and lowered her eyes. She had trained herself to blush when she wanted to. The trick was to think about something that she really was ashamed of.

"Touch my cock again. You needn't to be scared." His voice had a rasping sound.

"Thank you, my master." She gripped his cock firmly with both hands and made circular movements in different directions.

The sudden intensive and sexy touch made him groan.

"You like what I do? Shall I caress it further, Master?" Her hands left his cock again.

"Oh, y-you have done this very well, Slave." He tried to sound tolerant and not horny as hell. "You are allowed to caress it. You don't need to stop until I order you to."

"I don't know how to thank you, Master." After some firm, slow strokes, she held his cock at the base, placed her mouth around it, and sucked it all in.

"Uuuuh!" Nick grunted.

Her mouth left his cock. "I'm happy that you like what I do."

She grabbed his hips with both hands and shoved his crotch back and forth. He didn't offer any resistance. His cock slid in and out of her wet, soft mouth. He gaped with a wide-open mouth, watching as his cock disappeared completely in her throat again and again.

"Yes, I-I like it very much, my sweet slave." Nick's breathing became faster.

After some minutes of her sucking and shoving him, he became hornier and hornier. "Let him think with his cock, and you can control even a sadist," Karen thought, inwardly smiling.

His legs trembled in anticipation of a great orgasm.

Karen lips left his cock completely, Nick's cock bounced in the air. She blew soft and warm on his cock, and it jumped again. Nick grunted.

"Oh, I'm so glad, that you like what I do to you. I'm so glad, that you are pleased with me, Master." 

"Grrrrmhp, don't stop yet, PLEASE!" Nick rolled his eyes in desperation of his ruined orgasm.

That was begging. Yes, the sadist begged. Karen was pleased.

Karen sucked his cock all in, this time very soft and slow. Then she increased her pace. Her hands left his hips and found and kneaded his ass cheeks.

It didn't take long until he was close again. This time she didn't reduce her stimulation but distracted him by pressing one finger on his anus.

He grunted, but didn't want to cut her off with orders. He was so close. She released his cock with her mouth and grabbed it with her other hand. While stroking his cock downward, she pushed it against his pelvis so he moved back. He felt her finger gliding into his anus. He cried out in soft pain and astonishment. Then she pushed against his ass so his pelvis moved forward. His cock slid into her waiting hand until she pushed him back again.

He felt trapped between her finger in his anus and her hand around his cock. She made him bounce backward and forward, faster and faster.

"I've impaled him on my finger." Karen thought and continued shoving him back and forth.

It was frustrating and painful and horny as hell at the same time. He was so close and wanted to cum so bad. He didn't dare disturb her. Beads of sweat were running down his whole body.

"I've impaled him on my finger. I've trapped him between my hands. I'm in command. I'm in control. He's not very masterful." Karen smiled inwardly.

After some time, she noticed that he would probably explode violently with one or two more strokes. Quickly, she removed her hands, stood up, and pushed hard against his chest.

He fell to the floor and was lying on his back.

"I want to fuck you. I want to feel your powerful cock in my greedy cunt, Master!" She sat on his chest with his upper arms under her knees.

Nick didn't protest. "Yes, you dirty little slut, engulf my big powerful cock with your wet pussy."

Karen stripped off her shirt. He gawked, astounded at her lean and firm naked upper body. She raised her arms and pressed her chest forward to accentuate her perky firm breasts.




Karen Ch. 05: The Sadist



"I will make you cum like never before, Master!" She slid down his body, and his cock slid into her wet pussy. Then she began to fuck him in a fast rhythm.

Nick grunted and bashed his head from one side to another. Karen flexed her inner muscles. At first, it felt fantastic to him. Then it caused light pain on his cock, but he was too aroused to try to stop her. Karen increased the flexing. He felt trapped in her pussy. He tried to shove his pelvis in the same pace and direction to decrease the friction on his cock. Overwhelmed by her wild and rash action, he didn't think to stop her. He was permanently close to cumming. He could cum any second and that was his primary goal.

But then she left his cock completely and pressed her cunt powerfully on just the tip of his cock. Franticly, he tried to push his cock into her pussy again. But because of her contraction, he couldn't.

She relaxed her muscles and engulfed his cock with her wet cunt again.

"Sorry, Master, for being clumsy! Your cock drives me so wild." 

After one or two minutes of her powerful thrusts, he was close to an orgasm again. She left his cock again. She flex her cunt while pressing it hard against his cock. 

"Come in! Enter my wet cunt! I want to fuck you. I want to feel your cock. Put it in again, Master!" Karen pleaded.

But soon his cock was shriveled under her pussy.

"What's that? You've lost your erection, Master. I think I should be a little more careful. But you've made so horny, Master," she sighed.

She softly slid her crotch up and down his penis.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to made it hard again, Master. Your cock seems to be strained and full of fear. But I'll be careful and gentle. Uuuuh, it has just grown a bit. Hmmm, Master." Karen voice was soft and mild.

She rose up and gripped his cock with her hand and managed to insert the tip of his cock in her now relaxed cunt. Carefully and with the help of her hand, she took him all in again.

"How does this feel, Master?" She massaged his cock without visibly moving her body.

Nick didn't think that this was possible.

"That feels so good." He grunted in appreciation.

Soft and slow at first she increased pressure and pace until Nick's cock was rock hard again.

"I will do things to you, you never imagined, Master. I'll lead you to a new level of arousal and pleasure." Karen chuckled.

"I think, I could milk you dry just by flexing my inner muscles, Master." She increased the pressure.

Despite her strong stimulation, Karen seemed to be fresh and relaxed while Nick grunted and squirmed under her, on edge again.

"Yes, yes, yes, you are so close, yes, yes! No, Master!" She lifted herself up at the very last moment and crushed his orgasm with her cunt again.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, Master. You make me so horny, that I can't control myself. That is so fantastic, Master." She mocked him.

That couldn't be another accident. Nick felt drained and tired. He felt angry, but didn't know how to react without spoiling the sexy situation. He wanted to cum so bad.

She slid up his body and came sat on his chest. She took his hands and pressed them against her breasts. "Caress my breasts, Master."

He did what she asked him.

"I'm so horny. Do you feel it, Master?" Karen declared.

She leaned back; her right hand found his soft cock. She caressed it and his nuts. His cock came to life, and soon he was hard again.

She slid back and impaled herself again on his cock.

"Come on, Master. Let's fuck." Karen laughed roughly in anticipation.

Slow and soft at first, she pulled his arousal slowly to a high level again. Nick clawed his fingernails into her breasts.

"Be gentle, Boy, eehm, Master. Don't hurt me." She raised up and bounced back onto his cock while clenching her inner muscles until he was all way in. That stretched the skin of his cock until it hurt.

"Aaaahrg!" Nick cried out.

His cock burned. He removed his hands from her breasts and clenched them into fists.

She fucked him softer and loosened the pressure on his cock.

"Hands to my breasts, Master! Caress them." Karen ordered and Nick did what she wanted.

She continued fucking him until he was on the edge again.

She raised up at the very last moment, and his helpless cock dangled in the air. After half a minute, she pressed her now contracted cunt again on the tip on his cock.

"Noooooo!" Nick cried out in pain and tried hard to enter her.

"Get it in again, I can't feel it. I want to feel it! I want your cock, Master." Karen suppressed a smile and managed to look desperate.

He tried hard to enter her again. In frustration and desperation, his cock shriveled like before.

"What's up, Master?" Karen asked angrily, while sliding her body up to his chest again.

Nick sobbed.

"Why is your cock soft again? What happened? Don't worry. I will cheer you up again. I'm so horny. You are unable to stop me, Master." She grabbed his cock with her hand and held it softly in her hand.

"Nooooo! Please!" Nick sniveled. He wanted a break to relax a bit.

"Yes, Master. I know what is good for you." Karen massaged his cock gently. Nick felt betrayed by his cock when it hardened again.

"Please, stop!" Nick was frustrated.

"Please, what? Why? It is so hard now, Master. No! I want to fuck. You really don't want me to stop." She released his cock and fondled her breasts gently. His cock stayed rock hard.

"You see? It stays rock hard. Your cock wants to fuck, too." Nick didn't want to answer her.

After some minutes, she placed her contracted pussy on his cock again and Nick cried out in pain. Like before, it didn't take long until his cock was soft again. Nick was ashamed. Karen decided to enter the next level of her ruthless teasing.

"It seems to me, that you don't have control. Not even of your cock, Master!" Karen was pleased but sounded disappointed.

"It's soft now, but it won't take long until it is hard again because I want it." Karen was euphoric but sounded frustrated.

"Stop, Bitch!" Ken shouted out in frustration and tried to push her off his body. 

She quickly caught his hands and moved her knees onto his arms again. 

Karen fondled her breasts again. Also, she took care of Nick's chest and his nipples.

"Don't stop me, Master! That's for calling me a bitch!" 

He cried out, when she pinched his nipples. In his spent state, he didn't dare fight back much. It was a strange and unwanted situation; he felt aroused.

"Perhaps, I'm stronger than you, Master?" Karen mused.

After some minutes caressing his breasts, she looked back.

"See, you are hard again, Master. Am I the master?" Karen smiled.

Nick refused to answer.

"I have the feeling, that I have control over this cock, Master." She placed her cunt over his cock and made it shrivel again by pressing her cunt against it.

Nick was too confused and exhausted to try to stop her.

"I'm in control, right? Who is your master?" She asked.

Nick didn't answer.

"Perhaps I'll ask you again when your cock is hard, Master." Karen liked to play with the sadist very much. 

This time, she only caressed her breasts and gave him a show. Nick gawked at her and didn't have any control of his growing cock. He felt helpless. Karen looked back to his crotch.

"Now it's hard again. How did you do it, Master? Or should I asked, did you do it or did I do it?" Karen asked happily.

Nick didn't answer.

"I'll have to make your cock soft again. I've promised you'll that you cum like you've never cum before. But I can't do it if you don't cooperate, Master."

The pressure of her cunt made his cock shrivel again.

"You will cooperate. Who is your master?" Karen knew that she had won this game. She liked that he couldn't accept it.

Nick's desperation grew, but he didn't answer.

"I'm amazed. You refuse to answer. Are you ready to lose the next round of our love game, Master?" Karen purred.

"Noo, please! Karen! Please stop it. Please leave me alone!" Nick begged and sobbed.

"Who is your master?" Karen asked, but she was sure. 

He didn't answer her question.

"Now I'm going to suck you until you cry, Master." She slid down his body and placed herself on his legs.

He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back, hard.

"Don't dare to move, Master!" she ordered.

First, she blew on his shriveled cock. It was soft but moved a little bit up and down.

"Give up, Lover Boy? Ehm, Master?" Karen chucked. She didn't expect an answer.

She sucked his cock all the way in. Soon, Nick grunted in anticipation and fear.

"I won't let you cum until you confirm my supremacy. Please, don't give in too fast, Master. I like your struggle so much." Karen declared.

"Who is your master?" She sucked his cock in.

She took a break to speak.

"I'll make you cum like never before. I'll do it, you know? Who is your master?" 

Nick didn't answer, but he knew.

"By the way, master is such a male word. Better to say, who is your mistress?" Karen smiled.

Then she sucked him fast but softly until he was on the brink again.

"You can't cum now." Karen said and bit the base of his cock.

Nick cried out in pain.

"Who is your mistress?" Karen enjoyed this game so much. Perhaps he wouldn't answer now, but he had no chance. She would be disappointed if he answered her to quick. To play the game was much more fun, than to just be the winner.

Nick didn't answer.

She was pleased that he refused to answer again. That would only increase his desperation. 

She laid herself flat on him and stroked him soft and slowly with her whole body. Her breasts glided softly up and down his chest.

"Uuuh, something is still very hard under me, Master." Karen chuckled. 

"Who is your mistress?"

Nick's cock pulsed.

"Shall I destroy this hard-on again?" She giggled. "Who is your mistress?"

Silence.

She placed her cunt onto his cock again and begun to press it down.

"You are!" Nick cried.

A little bit disappointed, she released the pressure and relaxed her muscles. He felt the top of his cock gliding in her pussy. She stayed in that position.

"What am I?" Karen asked.

"You are my, my mistress." Nick was desperate.

"I can't hear you! Loader!" Karen ordered.

"You are my mistress!" Nick shouted out.

"Yes, I am your mistress!" Karen said. She released his cock and he slowly got soft.

***

Karen stood up, grabbed him harshly by his hair, and pulled him with her. In his desperate state, Nick didn't hesitate. She sat on a chair.

"I'm your mistress! Kneel down." Karen ordered.

Nick didn't know anything to do other than kneel obediently.

"I'd hoped that you'd struggle much longer. It was fun. Okay, you admit it now. I'm your mistress. Listen, Boy!" She paused for some seconds.

"I want you to know, that I'm angry with you! You have hurt some of my friends. What about Monica? She begged you to stop, but you wouldn't stop hurting her. What about Michelle? You ignored her safe word. When she was hogtied, you didn't care that she didn't want more pain. You ignored their will. You ignored their boundaries in your love games. You ignored their personalities. I'm here to stop you. Don't harm my friends again! Respect them! Who am I?"

Silence.

"Who am I?" 

Silence.

"Shall I crush your cock again? You know, I could do it." 

"You are my master, eehm, mistress!" Nick was a sobbing pulp.

"Yes, I am! Now stand up and bend over my knees. I want to spank you. Who am I?"

"You are my mistress." Nick answered beaten.

Nick had trouble standing up. He tried to find his balance then laid his upper body over her knees.

"Move forward, Bitch! I want feel your cock between my legs." Karen ordered.

Nick did as she ordered and put his not-so-soft cock between her legs. Karen caressed his cock with contractions of her legs until it was rock hard again.

"Do you know what powerful means? It is the way I control you and your puny cock! 

Normally, I'm not into causing physical pain to men. But you have injured some of my friends. So I need to give you pain, too!" Karen declared.

Then she began to spank him. With every smack, she pushed his cock deep between her legs. Sometimes she paused and massaged his cock with her thighs. Nick remembered that he'd hurt his hand while he spanked her and flexed his ass cheeks like she did. It worked—somehow.

"Ouch!" Karen pushed two fingers hard into his ass.

"Aaaaaaargh!" Nick cried out.

"Don't do that again!" Karen spanked him harder.

"Will you ignore the will of your victims again?" Her hand smacked loud on his ass.

"No!" Nick cried in pain.

"Who am I?" 

"You are my mistress!" Nick answered.

"I'm pleased with you. Again, who am I?"

"You are my mistress!" Nick answered.

"Thanks, you will cum soon." Karen was glad and continued her spanking.

With every smack, he felt his cock being forced between her legs. Despite the pain, he got hornier and hornier. His ass burned like hell, but that couldn't prevent his arousal. Soon he was close to an orgasm again.

"Call me Mistress!" Karen ordered.

"Mistress," Nick replied without hesitation.

"Again, louder!" Karen knew she had broken him.

"Mistress!" Nick cried.

"Yes!" Karen shouted. Then she pushed on his ass rhythmically for some seconds. His cock moved up and down between her legs.

"I'm your mistress." Her next slap pushed his cock deep between her legs again.

With a loud cry, Nick exploded in an mind blowing orgasm.

Karen quit spanking. She caressed his ass and milked him with her thighs during his orgasm until he had spent his last drop of cum.

"Like never before. I was right, wasn't I?" She chuckled.

I'm glad that this isn't my home. You've made such a mess!" Karen pointed to the floor.

Karen pushed Nick off her knees and he fell to the ground. He was totally spent.

Nick curled into a fetal position.

"I'm not done with you yet, Master." Karen declared.

Instead of answering, he shivered and began to sob.

***

After some minutes, he calmed down and a bit. He opened his eyes. Karen got dressed in a long-sleeved white blouse and a really short pleated skirt. She put her high heels on again. Nick was astonished by what she had brought with her for this meeting.

Karen sat on the chair; the short skirt emphasized her smooth elegant long legs. As she watched him examine her, a sweet and shy smile appeared on her face.

"Do you like my legs?" She reached to the hem of her skirt to present her faultless sexy legs even more. She nibbled her lower lip like she was unsure what to do.

In a slow movement, she parted her legs. A purple strap-on appeared between her legs. Nick howled and closed his eyes again.

"Don't you like my little cock?" She asked coyly.

After a small pause, she continued speaking: "I like it. It's so hard, It feels so strong. It's not a big cock. It's just only a little bigger than yours. I hope you like it too."

"Open your eyes, and adore my small, hard cock, my little bitch." Despite her words, Karen sounded sweet and innocent.

Nick sighed, slowly opening his eyes. Karen stroked the dildo with long luscious strokes with both hands alternately from the tip to the base.

She ordered him to kneel. She stood up, stripped down the skirt, and approached Nick until the strap-on dangled before his face.

"Hmmm, want to feel it? It's so hard." Karen purred and slapped his face playfully with the strap-on.

"Feel it, it's so, so purple." She grabbed his face.

"Kiss it. Kiss the tip of my strong, dominant cock." She chuckled.

He hesitated a moment. He was so confused. He didn't know how he had gotten in this strange situation. And, he hadn't found a way out. He placed a quick kiss on the dildo.

"Don't you like it? Give it a try. Let me do all the work, relax and open your mouth, Bitch!" Karen ordered.

Nick sighed, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth in expectation of her shoving the strap-on in his mouth. He was right.

"Open your mouth, Bitch. Open it! Taste my cock. Taste my small lovely cock." She gently pushed the tip of the cock into his mouth. She didn't move her pelvis further. With a strong grip, she slowly forced his head forward instead.

It wasn't much bigger than his cock, but he barely managed to take the dildo half-way into his mouth before he gagged. Karen released his head. Nick threw back his head and panted for air.

"It's okay, Nick, don't be mad that you aren't able to get my cock all the way in. It's just the beginning of your training." Karen sounded merciful. She stroked his hair, grabbed his head tenderly, and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. While holding his head in place by gripping in his hair, she kissed him aggressive. Her tongue forcefully pushed his tongue back deep into his mouth. He felt inferior in all ways. But, his cock was rock hard. When she grabbed his dick with her hand after the kiss and squeezed it hard, he squealed like a pig in surprise.

"What do you think, Nick? Is your asshole bigger than your mouth?" Karen asked softly.

"Do you think you can take this little purple cock all the way up in your ass, Bitch? I want you to ask for it!" Playful she slapped his cheeks with the dildo again and again.

"It would make me happy if you asked me to fuck you in your greedy asshole. That would be the ultimate sign that you are mine. Ask for it, Slave." She continued slapping him.

"Please fuck me . . ." Nick whispered in a very low voice.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. What did you say?" Karen insisted.

"Please fuck me." Nick raised his voice a bit.

"Louder boy! Scream it." Karen slapped his face.

"Fuck me! Please fuck me!" Nick shouted.

"Good boy." Karen was pleased.

"I'll fuck you doggy style. Turn around and take your position." She made a circle gesture with her hand, and Nick readied himself to get fucked.

"Now, the next step of your enslavement." Karen lubed the dildo with a lot of lube and placed the tip of her dildo on his anus. 

"I know this is new to you, take your time, press your ass on my cock, and I will penetrate you. It might hurt a bit, but don't worry. Soon you will get used to it, and you will begin to like it, Slave."

Nick bit his lower lip while forcing his ass slowly backward, not knowing what else to do.

"Relax, then it will be much easier." 

It felt like a suppository as she entered his ass very slowly. Not only like a suppository, but somehow like an endless suppository. He had no idea how much she had pushed into his ass. It wasn't easy to relax, but it made it a little easier. After an endless time, Karen's movement stopped. She stayed in that position some seconds before she removed the strap-on with the same deliberate slowness as when she entered him. His anus contracted while she released him. He didn't notice much difference when she entered him again. But, somehow, nearly imperceptible, he got used to the slow movements.

Karen smiled as she heard a gentle moan from Nick. Nick didn't even realize it. She slowly increased the pace. It didn't hurt much, but he had to struggle all the time.

"I'm fucking you. I'm fucking the sadist!" Karen shouted happily.

"I'm pushing my masterful cock into your greedy willing ass." She sounded euphoric.

She fucked him in a fast, steady rhythm. Nick responded to every stroke with a loud growl.

"I'm in control. I'm the one who has the power. I'm your mistress. You're powerless against me. I'm going to make you cum again." She stopped for a moment to fondle his rock hard cock before continuing with her determined fast and hard pushes.

Her power and success was a big aphrodisiac for her. She screamed in high pitch screams in rhythm with her pushes.

"Uups, I'm going to come myself!" She said, surprised.

After some more pushes, she screamed in a shattering orgasm. But, she didn't slow her fucking. After a few more pushes, Nick's cock exploded, too, but Karen still didn't stop. It began to hurt Nick, and his growls got loader.




Karen Ch. 05: The Sadist



"It hurts now, you little bitch!" But you are powerless."

She pushed the strap-on deep in his ass again. She pushed her pelvis against his ass and he fell forward. The strap-on popped out of his ass.

"You are a puny weakling. That must be very frustrating for you. I'm sure you felt so humiliated!" She said, while he lay totally spent on his belly.

She stood up, took off the strap-on, collected her things, and left Nick sobbing.

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It took some time for Nick to get back a little bit self-confidence. He was ill for days. After that, he finally dared to go back to school. When he met Karen, she moved her hips back and forth provocatively and smiled at him. It frightened him but at the same time aroused him. His cock grew visibly hard. He blushed.

Perhaps Karen would make him adore every inch of her body the next time. Perhaps she would force him to spank himself. That surely would be much more humiliating than if she did all the work. Even more possibilities entered her mind. 

But, she was quite sure she wouldn't hear of Nick abusing and disrespecting women again. What a pity!



Karen Ch. 06



This is the sixth in the Karen series. I suggest you read the others first to keep things in sequence. 

CHAPTER 6

 As my fingers spread the lotion over Karen's beaten and ravaged ass, they teased her clit and cum continued to ooze out of her loins. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled her head and released her wrists from the cuffs. 

 Karen raised herself up on her elbows, framing her huge tits between her arms and proceeded to stroke my cock as she looked up at me smiling. "I didn't think I could enjoy that," she said as I slid forward. Her head lowered and I felt her soft lips wrap around the length of my shaft as she swallowed my whole cock and teased it with her talented tongue. I moaned loudly as I leaned back against some pillows and removing the rubber band holding her ponytail, stroked my fingers through her luxurious hair.


 My friend Steve appeared in the doorway. He had been taping the entire session with cameras we had hidden in the bathroom, closet and the hall. He was stripped and ready for action. His cock stood up at attention as his eyes gazed longingly at Karen's beautiful ass. I raised Karen's mouth off of my cock and cupping her face in my hands asked, "How do you feel?" 

 Karen looked up at me and said, "A little sore but otherwise wonderful."

 "I'm glad you liked it." I said. "Would you like to do some more?"

 "Yes." Karen answered smiling.

 "Good. Your talented mouth is just wonderful. I could have you suck on me all day long," I complimented her.

 "Okay," she said with a smile as she lowered her head back down and sucked my spent cock all the way into her eager mouth. 

 Steve moved between Karen's spread thighs and I could see how his ramrod stuck straight up between her spread asscheeks. I wanted to wait until Karen's mouth was filled and my fingers were wrapped through her luxurious, long hair before I nodded at Steve. He was ready. 

 Stepping up to Karen's open thighs, he pressed his cock down and aimed it straight into her open asshole. Karen froze as she felt his hardness fill her ass in one firm thrust. She had never been with two men at the same time before. She was frightened but her body was on fire. Fighting to get up and to scream, I held her head firmly in place with my cock filling her mouth. Her muffled screams tickled my cock as I whispered, "Relax," over and over. 

 I continued to stroke Karen's hair as Steve began to stroke into her beautiful ass, filling Karen to the hilt with each thrust. Realizing she could do nothing about it and responding to the sexual heat in her loins, Karen's fright turned to passion. She had no idea who the stranger in her ass was and that, in itself, was even more exciting to her.

 Karen felt my grip on her head ease, though I did not let go and then she felt Steve's hands stroke up her sides and begin to cup her huge tits. As he rocked into her ass, her body lurched forward, grinding her clit against the footboard and forcing my cock deeper into her eager mouth as her tits heaved and Steve mauled her huge mams. 

 Karen's ass was not as tender as it had been when I entered her but Steve was not being anywhere near as gentle with her sweet ass as I'd been. He was really reaming her out and Karen was responding by milking his cock and sucking me right back to hardness. She could tell he was about to cum and her body continued to press back to meet his every impaling thrust. Steve and I smiled at each other as he shot his full load deep into Karen's hungry body. She felt his load fill her bowels and her own orgasm wracked her bound body. 

 Steve began to massage Karen's firm cheeks and then slowly withdrew his spent cock from her ravaged ass. He untied her ankles and helped her straighten her legs. Taking the bottle of lotion, he massaged her thighs bringing back her circulation as I continued to keep her mouth filled with cock. Karen felt his fingers teasing her clit and probing her pussy as he massaged the lotion into her body. She was spent and totally exhausted. I eased my grip on her head and she lifted her mouth from my cock. 

 "What the hell is going on?!" she demanded.

 "I invited a friend," I answered matter-of-factly.

 "But what about me? Don't I get any say in this?" she asked.

 "Now that you ask, no," I answered. Karen was about to protest further when she saw the video-camera on the tripod. 

 "What the hell is that for?" she demanded.

 "That my dear is a video-camera and you my dear are the star," I explained. "I'll make you a copy and you can take it home to watch," I added. Karen was about to protest but then realized that I was not going to do anything to jeopardize my relationship with her and the idea of being able to watch herself being enjoyed so fully was exciting. 

 "I don't like this," she protested weakly.

 "I know, but then again you didn't like anything we've done until after you'd done it," I answered and Karen blushed. She knew I was right. 

 "Was this your first menage a trois?" asked Steve. Karen turned to see Steve standing above her, his spent tool dangling between his legs. She was pleased to see how handsome he was but she was too embarrassed to answer him so she only nodded. "How was it?" he continued.

 Karen found her voice. "When I first felt you enter me and so abruptly, I was scared out of my mind but then as you began to fuck me, it felt much better," she answered. Karen was a bit shocked to hear herself use the word "fuck" but it just came out. She smiled at Steve and then rolling over, took his cock between her fingers and sucked it gently into her mouth. 

 "That feels wonderful," he said. "I'm glad you liked the menage a trois because you've got a lot more coming." Lifting Karen to her feet, he scooped her up in his arms and we all headed for the hot tub. Karen played with both of us as we both enjoyed her body in the hot water. 

 After drying off, we went back inside and I suggested that Karen demonstrate the plow for Steve. He looked puzzled. She took him by the hands and led him to the center of the room and got him into position. I picked up the video-camera and began to film it all. 

 Karen moved into the plow and Steve couldn't believe his eyes or the feeling between his legs as he felt Karen's sweet lips close around his balls and felt her other lips close around his cock. Her muscles danced over his shaft as I filmed the entire action. 

 Taking hold of her legs, just below her knees, Steve began to rock Karen back and forth along the length of his shaft as Karen's fingers and tongue teased his asshole. He was not going to be denied the opportunity of cumming in this fantastic position. Karen could feel his balls tighten in her mouth and knew he was about to shoot even before Steve did. Locking her ankles around his back, Steve realized what was about to happen. He pressed his finger into Karen's upturned asshole and she gasped as her body stiffened as she flooded her wet pussy with cum and she held him still as gallons of his cum shot deep into her quivering pussy. 

 After a long moment, Karen released her locked ankles and Steve gently eased her pelvis forward but only until his cock slid out of her pussy. Lifting his balls out of her mouth, he held her in this position until drops of cum from his cock dripped onto her lips. Karen opened her mouth to accept his spent tool as cum began to ooze out of her own body and drip down onto her nose and cheeks from above. Steve smoothed the mixture of their cum into her skin as if it were beauty cream. 

 Unrolling Karen's beautiful but spent body, we both admired once again just how beautiful and sexually adept she really was. We helped her sit up and then Steve pulled her hands behind her, wedging them under his thighs. His hands came up to her massive tits and began to tease and play with her huge orbs.

 Karen watched carefully as I made a loop with a length of string and she prepared to have me once again tie her huge tits. She was only partially correct. The string I was using was strong but much thinner than the cord I'd used earlier. The loop was also considerably smaller. As Steve began squeezing and rolling her tender nipples between his strong fingers, Karen realized what was about to befall her sensitive nubs. 

 When Steve released her hard nubbin, I lay the open loop on her huge breast. It slid down catching on her very hard nipple. Karen watched as I pulled the free end and the loop closed around her entrapped nipple. I tugged on the string and her breast was pulled forward. As I lifted the string, Karen felt her massive mam lifted away from her ribs as it dangled suspended by her tender nipple. I then tied her other nipple the same way.

 Pulling on her nipple strings, I teased Karen's massive mams and she felt just how heavy they were as their full weight was momentarily supported by the string entrapping her hardened nipples. Karen felt her nipples stretching under the strain. I crossed the strings and pulled on them gently but firmly until her huge tits mashed together and her nipples stretched almost to the point of touching. Karen looked down in horror as her tits were pulled together. It didn't hurt but she could feel the strain. I eased the strain and then as Steve bent her body forward a bit, I pulled the strings tight and tied them together so that her nipples touched. Karen stared down in amazement, not really believing her tits could do that. There was very little strain on her tits because she was leaning forward. At least for the moment.

 Placing a pillow on the mattress, Steve eased Karen's body backwards. As soon as her body position began to shift, Karen could feel the strain on her nipples as gravity pulled her breasts down and towards her sides. When finally she lay flat on her back, she was not in pain but she could clearly feel the strain of her heavy tits as the string held her nipples tightly together. Her tits were piled up on top of her chest, exactly where I wanted them. 

 With the pillow under her shoulder blades, Karen's body was raised slightly and her head hung back. Steve straddled Karen's face and spreading his asscheeks over her face pressed his asshole to her lips. Karen lay motionless under him as the strain on her nipples grew more noticeable.

 "You know what I want," he said demandingly and to emphasize his point he slid his finger between her bound nipples and pulled up gently on the string. Karen's tongue shot out and pressed deep into Steve's ass as he moaned in pleasure. He shook her massive tits and then removed his finger from her cleavage and teased her bound nipples with his fingertips. I straddled Karen's body and moving closer, prodded the underside of her bound breasts. Karen knew immediately what I was planning to do. Her attempts at talking only tickled Steve's ass. I rubbed some lotion on Karen's bound tits and poured a healthy amount into her deep cleavage. I then rubbed some along the length of my shaft and slowly eased it between Karen's bound breasts.

 The introduction of my thick cock into her narrow valley had an immediate affect on Karen's distended nipples. She could feel the enormous strain as my shaft inched its way up between her huge and very warm titflesh. Karen felt like her nipples would be ripped from her chest as my cockhead began to peek out from between her huge orbs. The valley between her breasts was snug, soft and warm and slowly I began to rock back and forth, sliding my thick shaft through it rhythmically. Karen's screams were muffled in Steve's ass as I watched her nipples stretch further and further. 

 Steve was hard again and we were ready to continue. He lifted his ass off of Karen's talented mouth and then lifting her head gently, allowed her to see how my cockhead was emerging from between her bound titflesh. Karen was horrified as she saw her nipples so distended. I held her breasts together and Steve untied the bow easing the strain on her sore nubs. 

 "Sit on my cock." Steve instructed Karen and as he lay back on the bed I helped her position herself over his shaft. Taking his rod between her long, slender fingers, she parted her pussy lips and slid her body down onto his impaling member. Karen brought her knees down to the mattress and then bracing herself, began to ride his rock-hard shaft. He played with her dangling and swaying breasts and then pulled her down on top of his body holding her tightly. 

 Karen stretched her legs out and Steve began to hammer his ramrod into her gushing pussy. Karen felt me moving on the bed behind her and quickly realized she was about to become the main course of a love sandwich. As I eased my fingers into her asscrack she started to beg, "Please don't do this to me. Please."

 Steve pulled her mouth to his and kissed her deeply as I took hold of her breasts and eased my cock into her barely closed asshole. In a matter of moments, we had fallen into an easy rhythm as Karen felt her body impaled between our two thrusting cocks. Orgasms rippled through her magnificent body as she started to babble with passion. Karen had no idea how responsive her body could be, given the right stimulus. She was in ecstasy. 

 We continued to thrust into her soft, hot body and Karen's head flailed about lustfully as she screamed softly with each successive orgasm. Her loins were oozing with cum as Steve and I nodded to each other. Karen's inner love muscles had been doing their magic and together we both shot our loads deep between her satiny thighs. Karen collapsed between us in a dazed state as cum oozed out of both of her sweet holes. We all drifted off to sleep.

 When we awoke we romped around in the bed, teasing each other and then Steve and I decided that Karen had earned a reward. Carrying her to the hot tub we bathed her and then we both gave her a complete and thorough body massage. We then let her sleep. She had earned it and was going to need her strength. 

 Steve began to edit the tapes and I began to get things ready for the coming attractions. It was also time to eat. 

To be continued...

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Karen Ch. 06



I would like to apologize to the readers of these stories. I'm obviously new at this and did not give it the attention it deserved. The chapters were too short, I submitted them erratically, etc. etc. I hope that this last chapter makes up, at least a little, for my previous goofs. I do promise that if I ever decide to revisit these characters or decide on another tale, I will have learned from my errors. Thanks for your patience and feedback - positive and negative.

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Karen sat and sobbed, alone in the house. She was convinced that she had had a period of insanity where she really had become someone else. She just couldn't even begin to understand why she had acted in the manner she had. She knew she loved Jack deeply, but why she had betrayed him she could absolutely not understand.

She also knew that she had to pour her heart out to someone. She just couldn't keep this bottled up any longer. But, she hesitated - she knew whom she had to call, but also knew that that conversation was going to be extremely painful for her. Oh well, she deserved it and she knew that she really needed to speak with her older sister, Kate.

Kate was a strikingly beautiful woman, dark haired where Karen was blond and tall where Karen was average in height. Kate was two years older than Karen and had been recently widowed. She was also a very hard nosed, blunt woman. She didn't believe in beating around the bush and in her line of work it was an asset many times. Of course, there were times when her "in your face" manner backfired and she recognized that.

Kate was also a clinical psychologist and while that could be helpful to Karen, she also recognized that Kate would not accept any equivocation, any self-justification, any self-pity. Karen had no choice. If she wanted to salvage her marriage, she had to talk to Kate and enlist her help. She really had no where else to turn. With a sigh of resignation she picked up the phone.

"Kate?, it's Karen - do you have a moment?"

Kate recognized the tension in Karen's voice and quickly asked, "Ok, Karen, what's wrong? Is this another bitch session about you getting old?"

"Oh Kate, I only wish. I really need to talk to you and I mean right now. Can I come over or can you come here? It's really important. I really need you, Kate," Karen wailed. 

Kate recognized Karen's need and replied quickly. "I'll be over in about 20 minutes. In the meantime I want you to go into the kitchen and make us a big pot of coffee. No instant, Karen - real coffee in a coffee pot. Do you understand?"

Kate wanted Karen to get her mind occupied with doing something, not just sit around agonizing over whatever was wrong. Making coffee would give her something to do.

Right on time Kate walked into the house and found Karen in the kitchen. "Where's Jack?" Kate asked. "Not in the office on a weekend, I hope."

Karen was seated at the kitchen table. Kate could now see that she looked haggard and drawn and became concerned. She could immediately sense that this was not a minor blip in her sister's life.

"Ok Karen, spill it. Start from the beginning and tell me everything. Here, let me pour us coffee and we'll have a little chat." With that she busied herself with cups, etc. and got Karen to take a few sips.

Karen took a deep breath and began. She had to stop occasionally as her tears flowed, but little by little she told Kate the entire story, omitting nothing. Karen realized that she had to be honest and hold nothing back. It was almost cathartic. So between her tears and sobs she got the story of her infidelity out. 

Karen sat quietly and awaiting Kate's response. She fully expected Kate to excoriate her. She cringed inwardly awaiting the tongue lashing that was coming. She looked up quickly as she heard Kate sigh.

"Karen, I don't have to tell you that you have really fucked up big time. This is not something that's going to go away by wishing. First, let me inform you that I am not going to treat you as I would a patient. You do not have serious psychological problems and I am not going to subject you to a battery of tests and hours in interview. You're my sister and what I'm going to say now you have to clear your mind for and pay attention."

"Kate, I lost my mind. I really think that I had a brief period of insanity. Kate, I bet I had... what do they call it.... a fugue period, or something like that?"

"Shit, Karen," laughed Kate. "Don't try to psychoanalyze yourself. First of all a fugue state is a period of amnesia during which the affected person seems to be conscious and makes RATIONAL decisions and upon recovery the period is not remembered. You were fully aware of what you were doing and you remember the events quite well.

"Look, Karen. We don't need Sigmund Freud here. You have been bemoaning getting old since you turned 40, and now that 50 is looming down the road, you've been really agonizing about getting old and unattractive.

"All of a sudden you see your old college boyfriend and.... click, you're 18 years old again with raging hormones. You remember the intense sexual excitement of those days. You didn't forget that you're not 18 and you didn't forget that you're married, you just set those facts aside and reacted to the situation as if you were a college freshman again. 

Karen stared at Kate, a shocked expression on her face. "Then I was insane. I wasn't responsible for my actions, isn't that true? Kate, isn't that true?"

"Cut the bullshit, Karen. That is NOT true. We are all responsible for what we do. The first thing, the first step you must take, is to take responsibility for what you've done. You must recognize that you've screwed up royally and you must become very aware that you have not only been unfaithful to Jack, but you've humiliated, degraded and betrayed him. Your first step to any kind of possible reconciliation, if that is even possible, is to accept that.

Karen sat, pale and trembling. Tears were still flowing slowly down her cheeks. She sighed, "You're right, Kate. I was a fool, more than a fool. I knew what I was doing, I just didn't want to recognize the harm that could befall me or my marriage. I just don't know what I can now do to make things right," she pleaded.

"There's nothing that you can do right now," replied Kate. "First, we have to find where Jack is staying and then give him a little time to get his feet back under him. Then, I will pay him a visit and see if he'll talk with me. If he does, that could be, just could be, encouraging. We'll have to wait and see. In the meantime, just keep away from your boyfriend and get on with your normal activities. This is just beginning."

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Sara settled herself in her window seat on the plane and was relieved to see that she did not have a seat companion. She really did not feel like having a conversation with a stranger. She had barely taken her paperback novel out of her bag when that relief was quickly banished. A tall, slender man slipped into the aisle seat and gave her a quick smile. 

"Hi," he said brightly. "It looks like we have a long flight ahead, let me introduce myself. My name's Jerry Cookson," and he held out a hand to her. 

Sara sighed and introduced herself. She thought to herself, "Ohh, this was going to be a long flight."

To her surprise and delight, Jerry Cookson turned out to be a delightful traveling companion and the hours in the air went by very quickly. She discovered that he was an attorney visiting his main office for a couple of days, and, coincidentally, was also staying at the Drake, where Sara had made her own reservations. Jerry insisted that she share his cab ride to the hotel and extracted a promise from her to be his guest at dinner than evening.

Sara spent four hours in meetings with a panel of physicians, taking notes and sketching in what her responsibilities were going to be regarding a series of medical texts to be published over the next few months. She envisioned no problems, but was aware that she needed more information which would be forthcoming the next day. There was nothing complicated about what her contributions would be and she envisioned nothing that would prolong her visit. She would be able to make her return flight without any delay.

Back in her room, Sara began to get ready for her dinner with Jerry Cookson. As busy as she was, she had not really given much thought to this new "friend." but he now occupied her thoughts as she readied herself. He was certainly good looking and was an excellent conversationalist. He looked to be about 50 years of age with a bit of gray at the temples. Sara colored as she realized that she was wondering what he would look like naked. Could she actually imagine going to bed with him??

"Why not?," she wondered. "Jim doesn't seem to have any problem screwing around. I rather suspect that my marriage is over anyway so why not experiment a bit?" She bit her lip and wondered if she could actually do just that. "Well, time will tell, let's see how dinner goes first," she smiled to herself.

"Sara, you look beautiful." Jerry exclaimed as he rose from the table to greet her. "Let me help you with that chair" His eyes flowed over her briefly and were filled with pleasure at the sight. Sara was lovely, dressed simply in a basic, black dress cut just a bit above the knee. The front was scooped a bit and her cleavage was clearly visable. Had she dressed to please him?

"Sara, thank you for agreeing to join me for dinner. You are certainly a lovely dining companion and a sight on which to feast these tired eyes," he laughed.

Sara smiled at the compliment and suggested some wine before ordering. Dinner went quickly with quite a bit of conversation flowing between them. She was amazed at how comfortable they felt with each other. Later, over coffee, the conversation became a bit more quiet and more personal. 

"Sara, please excuse my bluntness, but despite the gay repartee, I sense some sadness in you. Am I being too intrusive and if so please tell me." Jerry said softly.

Sara teared briefly, but gathered herself. She needed a sympathetic ear so she unburdened herself and informed Jerry that her marriage was pretty well over and the reasons for her decision.

Jerry gazed at her with a wry expression. "I don't mean to belittle the circumstances, Sara, but you do realize that that's a story as old as time. I have now been divorced for about 2 years and the discovery of my wife's blatant cheating still hurts. I know that I no longer love her, but the betrayal still hurts. I guess it's just my pride that still feels the pain."

His hand had covered hers as she told him her tale of woe. His hand felt warm and strong as his fingers moved gently over hers. Sara made up her mind. Her marriage was over, it was time to start anew.

"Jerry, the wine bottle is still half full," she told him softly. "Let's take it up to my room and finish it."

It didn't take long for the two of them to enter Sara's room. The door was barely closed when Jerry took Sara gently into his arms and asked," Are you sure, Sara? The last thing I want to do is to hurt you. I know that you're in a very conflicted place right now, and I don't want to add to your problems."

Sara smiled at him and kissed him gently. "Jerry, I think that this is the smartest decision I have made in years. Don't worry about hurting me, worry about satisfying me," she laughed as she started to unfasten her dress.

"Please, let me do that" Jerry murmured. "I want to uncover you slowly, the anticipation is almost as thrilling as the final display. " 

He slowly pulled the zipper down her back and allowed the dress to fall to the floor. Sara stood in conventional black bra and panties. "If I had known this was going to happen, I would have made sure that my underwear would have been a little sexier" she said as she held on to his shoulder.

Jerry just shook his head, he savored the sight before him. She was truly lovely. He again slowly unfastened her bra and allowed her breasts to sag just a little without their support. They were full and firm with nipples that had hardened. He bent and gently kissed each one, pulling on each gently.

He placed his hands on the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them and allowed them to fall to the floor where they joined her dress and her bra. Jerry took Sara's shoulders and stood back just a bit. "I just want to look, to feast my eyes on you. You are truly lovely."

Sara colored and felt herself flushing. She felt like a young girl with her first lover. This man was getting to her and making her feel sexy as hell. Maybe coming on this trip was a good idea in addition to putting some distance between Jim and herself. 

Jerry suddenly lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. Sara almost laughed aloud as she felt herself being lowered to the bed; this was something out of a romance novel - only Jerry did not have long, blond hair. Sara giggled to herself and thought, "This is good enough, screw the blond hair."

Jerry quickly divested himself of his clothing, but not so quickly that Sara didn't get a look at his "package." He was already erect and not poorly endowed. Jerry was now beside her, again gazing at her body. He took her breast in his hand and gently caressed it. His thumb passed over her nipple and then gently squeezed. Sara moaned involuntarily and pressed his had to her breast.

His hand wandered to her stomach and over her pubes. His fingers played with the hair for a bit and then moved lower to the lips of her vagina. He felt the moisture there and recognized her arousal. His finger encountered her clitoris and she gasped.

"Jerry, damn, I'm more than ready as you can tell. Take me now, damn it," Sara moaned.

Jerry smiled down at her and said, "Slowly Sara, these are moments that I will cherish and I want them to last," and with that he lowered himself on the bed and gently kissed her abdomen, then lower into her pubic thatch and then lower until his mouth was on her vulva. His tongue moved down the crease between her lips and then up again slowly. Sara couldn't remain still, she withered under his mouth and felt an orgasm coming upon her.

"Shit" she moaned. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming – DAMN, IT'S HERE," she wailed as the waves of her climax washed over her. She sagged and tried to catch her breath. "Damn Jerry, I thought that I was going to pass out. What the hell did you do down there?"

Jerry smiled up at her, "It's you, Sara. You were so excited that when I touched your clitoris with the tip of my tongue you exploded. Just like this," he said as he again lowered his head into her pudenda."

Sara desperately clutched the sheets of the bed as she felt his tongue explore. Her breathing quickened and she felt her hips almost involuntarily lurch up into his mouth. Her moans came softly from her lips as she again felt a massive orgasm slowly creep up.

"Ohhhhhh, my God," she breathed. "Ohhh, it's coming again. Her back arched in spasm as the climax swept again over her. As she came down she abruptly pulled away.

"Jerry, enough. I'm too sensitive down there. Give me a chance to recover," she gasped. 

With a smile on his lips, Jerry pulled himself up beside her and held her gently. "My God, Sara, you are absolutely amazing. You are so responsive, or is it that I'm such an amazing lover?" he laughed. " No, don't even try to answer that question - I know that answer."

Sara snuggled into him. She was stunned at how he made her feel. Was she actually falling for this man, a man who was a virtual stranger? She shook her head mentally and just gave herself into the moment. "Reflections can come later, there are more important things that have to be taken care of now," she thought to herself.

"Jerry," she whispered. "Can we do it now and in the old fashioned missionary position. Nothing kinky, nothing wild, nothing acrobatic. Just fuck me and hold me and let me look at you while we're doing it." 

Jerry moved over her and let her guide him into her. He slid in easily and fully. His arms held her and he gazed into her eyes. Words were not exchanged, they just coupled gently and easily and soon both were in the throes of their respective orgasms. 

Later, lying quietly together in bed, Jerry turned to Sara with a strange look on his face. "Sara, I want you to know that this entire encounter shocks the hell out of me. I never expected anything like this." 

Sara quickly put her fingers on his mouth, "Jerry, don't panic. There are no strings attached to what we did. I am not going to stalk you or demand anything of you, so calm your fears."

"No, Sara. That's not what I'm driving at. I'm not going to even try explain what this has meant to me. I just want to ask if I can see you, and by see I mean just that, when we get back home. I know that you're married and I certainly do not want to make your life any more complicated - I just want to know that you won't object if I call you once we return?"

Sara remained quiet, her mind and thoughts awhirl. "Let's see what the future brings, Jerry. I just need time and space in which to think and get myself sorted out, ok?"

Jerry just took her in his arms again and held her gently. He also needed time to try to figure out what was happening to him and to his life now. He suspected that change was in store.

************************************

Pam walked into Jack's office and told him quietly, "Kate is here Jack, do you want to see her?"

"Karen's sister?" asked Jack, although he knew what the answer would be. "Damn, I knew that she would get involved." He also knew that he really had no objections talking to Kate, despite her sometimes abrupt manner.

"Show her in, Pam, and close the door behind her. I don't think I will wish to be disturbed by anything until she leaves."

Kate walked in briskly and sat without an invitation. She looked at Jack and began. "Jack, I'm not here as Karen's apologist and I'm not here to meddle, but it sure seems apparent that you two need a so-called 'go between' right now. There's no doubt that Karen was more than foolish and there is also no doubt that she is now racked with guilt and remorse.

"I don't know what you intend to do," she continued, "but may I suggest that you take some time to cool down so that you can make some rational decisions about what kind of future is in store for the both of you."

Jack returned that level look. "I'm glad that you're here, Kate. I have been giving this quite a bit of thought, and at first I was mad as hell. I don't remember ever being so angry. Fortunately, I was able to put that aside and think calmly. But, you know something, Kate. I'm not really all that angry anymore - oh, there still some resentment and anger, but it's well controlled. And I have already made some decisions."

"I intend to leave Karen - I've already found a furnished apartment close by and I intend to lease it in a couple of days," he continued. 

Kate blanched a bit. She leaned forward in her seat to interrupt him, but he held up his hand.

"Please, Kate," he said softly. "Let me continue. Karen blatantly betrayed, degraded and humiliated me. She gave no thought to our marriage or my love for her. Kate, you have no idea of the pain a man feels when he is betrayed by someone whom he thought loved him."

"Could I get over her indiscretion?, Jack asked rhetorically. "I don't know, maybe, over time. We really don't know what we will feel like next month or next year. But here's the rub, Kate. 

" What I cannot get over is her assumption that I would give her permission to make a cuckold of me. She actually had so little respect and regard for me as a man that she thought she could enjoy fucking her boyfriend and that I would be ok with that. What does that say about how she views me as a husband and a man, Kate? How does one forget or forgive that? I just don't think that I can."




Karen Ch. 06



Jack looked at Kate searchingly. "Do you understand what I'm saying? Am I getting through to you? I'll now tell you why I'm glad that you came. Tell your sister that we're through. I will seek a divorce, but I will make sure that she's ok financially. We have had too many good years for me to put her in penury. I'm sure that the divorce settlement was be very advantageous for her.

"Kate, I want you to also tell her that I don't wish to see her and that I really feel nothing for her - this whole thing has left me numb. All I really want right now is to proceed on with my life without any more complications or interference. I will just tell the children that we've grown apart and have both come to a decision to part. They'll be upset, but they're grown and will get over it."

Kate sat there, pale, but resigned. While she knew that her job was going to be difficult, she really didn't think that Jack would react so strongly Yet she knew the pride that this man had as well as his sense of loyalty. That loyalty had been betrayed and she knew that it would take years, if ever, for it to be restored.

Kate stood and held her hand out to Jack. "I understand, Jack. I hope that your feelings will change sometime in the future, but until then, I do wish you well. Please, promise that you'll keep in touch with me. Call me anytime you wish.

"In the meantime I will speak with Karen and explain. You do realize that she will be devastated about your decision, but I'm sure that she will eventually recognize the inevitability of it. I'm sorry to say that she has made her bed and now will have to occupy it alone. I will be there to support her and get her through this."

Kate held his hand briefly and then turned and walked out of Jack's office. 

An hour later Kate parked her car in Karen's driveway and slowly walked in the front door. Karen was awaiting her return and looked at her anxiously. She saw the expression on Kate's face and broke down. Kate held her closely while she sobbed. Kate felt her own tears flow down her cheeks.



Karen Ch. 06: Seducing Ken's Father



Thank you to BradCarpenter for editing this story. 

***

Ken's father was curious. His son had invited his girlfriend for the weekend. He was surprised and pleased. He loved his son, but Ken was a little bit nerdy. This kind of guy normally didn't befriend girls easily. Perhaps he could be a good husband someday, but at the moment Ken certainly bored girls. She probably is nerdy too, he thought, and they help each other out. Anyone's better than nothing...

When his son brought Karen into the living room, he soon decided that he had been totally wrong. There was nothing nerdy about Karen. She was slender, curvy, athletic and feminine. He stood up to greet her, and they shook hands. Karen's smile was disarming. Sweet dimples appeared on her beautiful face when she smiled.

"You must be Karen. You can call us by our first names. I'm Steve, and that's Ashley, my wife."

"Nice to meet you. It's really exciting to get to know you. I'm a little bit nervous; I have to admit." Karen answered.

"Relax, there is no reason," Ashley replied.

"I'm trying not to be too obviously curious." Steve smiled.

"And I'm trying to be not too obviously curious about you also." Karen's laughter sounded lucid and pleasing in Steve's ears.

They sat down in the living room and began to make small talk about this and that, the weather, school, holidays. It was a comfy atmosphere. One topic followed another with ease and without breaks. Karen seemed to be a good student in addition to her athletic activities. Steve easily imagined that she was the leader of the cheerleaders. Apparently, she had the right balance of guidance and friendship to run a team. He wondered again if she was his son's girlfriend and asked what she liked about Ken.

"Ken is so polite and generous," she answered. Then she grabbed Ken's head and kissed him affectionately on his lips. It was a short, innocent kiss but somehow passionate at the same time. Steve watched Ken melting and he had to look away. Steve thoughts went back to his high school days. He would have been the luckiest guy with a bombshell like Karen as his girlfriend, and felt a touch of envy. Did he think bombshell? Even if she was young enough to be his daughter, he had to admit she was a bombshell.

Steve felt a little tingle as Karen looked at him with her radiant smile, and her cute dimples appeared on her gorgeous face again. He had to look away again. When he looked back, she seemed to have a pleased smile on her face.

"I'm glad you found each other," Ashley's words broke the short silence.

They continued to chitchat while Ashley left to prepare the meal. Steve knew that Ken helped Karen with math sometimes. 

"I'm not bad at math but I'm a little bit lazy. I don't need Ken's support anymore because I've solved my math problems with the willing help of my math teacher." Karen smiled from ear to ear, apparently satisfied.

She thanked Ken for his efforts and kissed him on the mouth again. This time it was three quick kisses, like an intro for a long and deep kiss. Steve didn't realize that he nibbled his lower lip when Karen hit him with a beaming smile after the kiss. Somehow, it felt like Karen was flirting with him. That was not a bad presumption Steve thought as he felt a tingle again. Ken must be really glad.

During the meal, the atmosphere stayed pleasant and talkative. Karen showed interest in the life of Ashley and Steve. She had a stunning wide-ranging knowledge of many things they talked about. That helped to keep the conversation flowing. Steve had to admit, it seemed like a miracle that Ken had this smart and beautiful woman as his girlfriend.

After dinner, Ken's parents stayed at the table while Ken showed Karen his house.

Ashley said, "I'm surprised, they seem to fit together very well. Karen is a beautiful and smart girl." Steve was pleased that his wife was also happy about the partnership of Ken and Karen.

When they came back, Ashley offered Ken and Karen some wine, and they continued chatting for a while. Karen wanted to know more about Steve's work.

Steve didn't often talk about his work. He worked as a machine builder in a big factory and needed specialized knowledge for his work. Steve was surprised at the depth of Karen's questions. Not used to having a chat partner about his work, he was soon lost in details of the attributes of different materials, about stretching and compression, and the benefits and problems of combining different materials.

Ashley wasn't uninterested in Steve's work, but soon she couldn't follow the mechanical and chemical details. Machines weren't her strong points. She couldn't take part in the conversation anymore, so she apologized that she was tired and had a little headache and went to bed.

***

"You must be very proud of your son, Steve." Karen smiled, which brought her cute dimples back.

"Ken is so polite, so helpful, so faithful. He has such a great sense of humor. He has such passion for making me happy." Karen slipped off the thin summer jacket she had worn the entire evening. Her yellow halter-top was held up by a small collar, and it exposed her flawless shoulders and long, well-defined, tanned arms.

Karen closed her eyes to give Steve the opportunity to look at her body some more without disturbance. She raised her arms and stretched her upper body from side to side like she was a little bit tired. She bent back a bit, and Steve could see a hint of her nipples pressed through the close-fitting fabric of her top. He liked what he saw.

When she opened her eyes, Steve had composed himself, barely. The sweet innocent smile was back on her face and she winked at Steve.

"I'm so glad, that I can give Ken such pleasure. I'm so happy that I can wrap Ken around my little finger with such ease and make him feel so good." She made a rotary movement with one index finger to punctuate her words. With her left hand, she grabbed Ken's hair. With her right hand on his chin, she ordered Ken to open his mouth. Her tongue entered his mouth and played with his tongue as she kissed him deeply. After a while, she released him. Ken breathed heavily.

Steve slid from side to side in his chair. He had sprung a boner from this unexpected short, sexy show. It wasn't the usual talk between a son's girlfriend and his father, and this kind of kissing wasn't expected behavior. He wasn't prepared for this turn. Since he couldn't find anything useful to say, he said nothing at all. Karen gave Steve a wink again.

Karen rested her right elbow on the table, laid her chin in her palm, and watched Steve with interest. Her left arm seemed to hang down.

"What do you like in women? Do you like it when she is smart or do you love the dumb ones? Do you like her to be independent, or do you like the feeling that she needs your protection?" She glared at him as if she was reading his mind.

That was a concrete question with easy answer options. In his confusion, Steve managed to say that he liked women to be smart and independent.

"Do you like women who take care of her man like I did for Ken?" She asked, watching Steve's reactions.

Steve looked at Ken. Somehow, Ken seemed mentally absent and didn't seem to follow their conservation.

"Take care?" Steve asked, unsure.

"I take care of his needs. Especially his sexual needs. I give him pleasure in ways he didn't think were possible. I'm very creative. Do you like women who take care of their men?" She winked at him again. Steve blushed, without knowing the reason.

"Yes, of course," Steve replied. Steve saw Ken's shivering and he frowned. Karen caught his gaze and glanced at Ken, too.

"Don't worry about Ken. He is totally okay, perhaps a little absent. And in a few minutes he will be even much more okay than now." Karen chuckled. Her mesmerizing dimples were back.

Steve couldn't push back the image of Karen fondling Ken's crotch during her conversation. It was possible. Her left hand disappeared under the table. This shameless fantasy turned him on. It aroused his fantasies, but it would be totally inappropriate.

Was there a rhythmical movement in Karen's shoulder? Didn't Ken's small upper body movements match the same pace? Weren't there small beads of sweat on Ken's forehead?

"Do you like women who take the initiative or more passive ones who wait for the actions of their men?" Karen continued her questioning.

"You like the active ones, am I right?" Her wink made Steve blushed again. 

Wasn't that the sound of a zipper? Didn't Ken tremble? Wasn't there a quiet, rhythmic slippery sound? Was Karen's hand gliding up and down Ken's shaft? Steve had to take care that his fantasies didn't get too strong.

"Eh, yes. I like active women." He replied nervously and sighed, aroused.

"I like handsome and obedient men of all ages, who pamper me. It seems that our preferences fit together." Karen explained with a beautiful smile on her face.

"I like it when men drool for me and find me sexy. In fact, I like to make them drool and want me. I love to melt men down." She licked her upper lip like it was covered with ice cream.

Didn't Ken pant like he was being jerked off by the experienced hand of an incredible sexy and brazen woman? Didn't Ken claw his hands in the table like he couldn't hold back his...? Ken's whole body shivered. Ken grunted low, and his body reared like a horse. Was that white cream jetting higher then the table sperm? It had to be sperm, what else? Steve gasped. It was definitively sperm! Steve's boner pulsated uncontrollably in his pants. His mouth opened wide.

Karen watched Steve's reactions in satisfied amusement; her head rested in her right palm. Once Ken calmed down a bit, she lifted her head and licked the sticky fingers of her left hand. She lowered her hand back under the table. There was the zipper sound again. She cleaned her hand slowly with a napkin while watching Steve in his astonishment and arousal.

***

Both Steve and Ken blushed and avoided eye contact. They both felt they had done something very immodest.

"Thank you, Ken, you are so sweet. Please go to bed; I want to talk to your father now. I will join you in a few minutes." Karen ordered.

"Good night," Ken said mechanically and stood up. He tried to hide his cum soaked, smeary front side while he left the room.

Steve was benumbed.

Karen stood up, walked around the table, and massaged Steve's shoulders.

"You cock liked our little performance, didn't it?" Karen purred softly in his ear.

"Let me say that I don't plan to do anything that could jeopardize your family. I like you all very much! You, Ken, and your wife. Thank you for the lovely evening. I'm Ken's girlfriend, but he knows that he is far from the only one in my life. I can do whatever I want, and Ken won't stop me.

I liked very much performing for you. It was fun to bring you to a state of confusion, arousal and desperation at the same time. The arousal part wasn't so bad, was it?" She slid the fingers of one hand through Steve's hair.

"Again, I don't want to jeopardize your family. I like your wife and respect your marriage. But, I like risky play." She continued her massage.

"Listen, Steve. You are cute and handsome. I don't know why, but the idea of bringing you sexual pleasure intrigues me. I'm curious if you're able to stop me. It would be fun to play with a grown, married man. Don't you think it would be fun?" She slid her fingers through Steve's hair again.

She gripped his hair and pulled back his head and approached his mouth like she was going to kiss him. Overwhelmed, he trembled with a mixture of fear and arousal. She held his head in place for several moments. Steve lips parted to receive her kiss, but she didn't do it.

"It really will be fun." Karen smiled. Amused, she loosened the grip on his hair and continued to massage with both hands.

"Listen, boy, I like risks. I will visit you in your bedroom tonight after I take care of Ken's desires. It would be a good idea if you don't close the door completely so I won't make any noise. We don't want to be caught by your wife, do we? I guarantee I will be very quiet. And you will manage to be quiet also, won't you?" Karen was pleased with the helpless state of confusion Steve was in.

Steve didn't manage to answer; his thoughts blurred.

"Good night, boy, think it over." Karen released Steve's shoulders and left the room with a confident, feminine, and slow walk. She slid away as if she was on a catwalk, knowing that Steve sucked in every move she made.

After a while, Steve shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. He couldn't remember anything like that evening. Karen's sexy activities were nearly indiscernible when she first kissed Ken. Then Steve imagined she was kissing him instead of his son—kissing him fast on his lips. Short kisses to tease him. He grabbed his chin with one hand and dragged it down with light force. Willingly, he felt himself open his mouth and imagined a deep passionate kiss from Karen.

He remembered Karen wanking Ken. In his fantasy, he could see through the dining table. She'd looked innocent, amused, and inquiring as she wanked Ken. It was as if she was doing nothing special. He recalled her innocent sounding, but teasing words during her wanton hand job until Ken spasmed in orgasm. She had some kind of sexual power Steve had never seen the likes of before.

Ken was strangely happy with Karen, and Steve didn't want to hurt Ken. He also couldn't throw Karen out of the house without a good reason. He didn't want to admit to his wife how much he was turned on by Karen. He also didn't want Karen to tease him further. Somehow, Steve had to work it out, but he didn't have the slightest idea how to manage it. Karen had said that she didn't want to harm his family. That's a gleam of hope, he thought, and went to bed. It didn't help much as he heard a thumping sound and load moans from Ken as he passed his room on the way to his own bedroom.

He automatically closed the door before he quietly joined his wife. Then he realized that he had closed the door. he began to fear that his wife would wake up when Karen entered their bedroom. If Karen entered the bedroom, he corrected his thoughts. He opened the door a bit. It felt really crazy for him to open the door for a sexy nightmare that he didn't want to happen.

***

Steve was awake with a mixture of fear and arousal. He didn't want Karen to come into his bedroom, but he fantasized about her. His cock was half-erect the whole time. He questioned every sound he heard and there were a lot of sounds when everything was quiet. Suddenly, Karen was beside him, and he felt her hands under the blanket moving over his upper body.

"You shouldn't wear a shirt when you are awaiting me," Karen whispered in his ear. Steve helped her strip it off to avoid unnecessary movement in his marriage-bed. He felt her hands on his upper body again. She softly stroked his chest and found his nipples. It was a strange feeling, but his cock was hardening with every stroke. One hand left his torso and found its way to his pants to find his hard-on.

"You shouldn't wear underwear either. Take them off." He did as he was told. The hand wandered back to his nipple. She grabbed his nipple between her index finger and her thumb. It hurt a little, and he suppressed a moan. She went back to softly stroking his nipples. He wanted her fingers all over his body, but in a strange way, this was arousing as hell. His pelvis went up and down in the rhythm of her nipple teasing. His wife turned to the other side. Steve stopped moving his pelvis in fear that she would wake up. Karen didn't stop teasing his nipples. He wanted to beg her to touch his whole body and especially his rock hard cock. He wanted her to disappear and leave him alone. He didn't really know what he wanted, he had to confess.

His nipples became more and more sensitive. As she pressed his nipples between her fingers again, he couldn't suppress another moan.

"Shhhhh!" Karen ordered and continued her relentless teasing. He began to move his pelvis again up and down. Karen stop him, by laying one hand on it. 

"Don't move, lay still." She whispered. Instead of moving his hips he begun to tremble relentlessly. 

Ashley changed her position again, but Steve didn't know how to stop the reaction of his body. If she woke up, he could pretend some kind of illness, he hoped.

Suddenly Karen released his nipples.

"Twenty." She whispered in his ear. 

Twenty what? Steve didn't understand.

Karen found his cock again and gripped it with one hand. She grabbed him by the hair with her other hand. With each stroke of wanking him, she counted in a quiet voice:

"One, two, three..." Her hand felt like molten metal on his eager cock. Somehow, her nipple teasing had made his cock more sensitive than he expected.

"Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine." 

He had trouble breathing.

"Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen." He would bounce his head from side to side since, if she would loosen her grip on his hair. But she held it in a tight grip. Inwardly Steve thanked Karen for this grip. 

"Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen." He was covered in sweat. His whole body shivered. He was so close to an orgasm.

"Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" She released his cock.

No! He was so close. She couldn't stop, could she? He had to cum so bad.

"Good night sweetheart." She placed a quick kiss on his lips and was gone.

He tossed from side to side the most of the night. He wasn't able to free his mind from sex with Karen, from getting teased and cumming like never before. Early in the morning, he found some uneasy sleep.

***

Steve normally didn't use an alarm clock on weekends. It would be strange, when he use an alarm clock now. He wasn't surprised after the nearly sleepless night that he woke up very late on Saturday. He didn't even know why he woke up. He felt like he had been steamrolled. Nevertheless, he decided to get up. He and his wife had plans for the day. After closing his eyes again for a few moments, he managed to keep them open even though he had to fight. Knowing that he was in danger of falling asleep again, he left the bed. Every bone in his body whispered to him, "Stay, sleep, stay..."

He dragged himself to the bathroom and locked the door. A really tired face looked back at him from the mirror. He made faces at it. First he shaved. That wasn't any better. He brushed his teeth, although he knew that it was useless before breakfast. Okay, this was a little bit better.

He had stripped off his shirt and his pants to shower when he heard a sound. Karen entered the room and locked the door behind her.

"This is a really nice way to lock a bath door. If someone collapsed in the bathroom, you would only need a coin to open it from outside. So you could take care of a helpless man." With few movements, she stripped off her clothes.

Steve gasped at Karen's sudden nakedness. As he'd fantasized, she was a real beauty and exuded sexiness. She closed the distance between them and pressed her naked body against Steve. Steve's cock pressed against her belly. She stood on tiptoes so she could rub her perky breasts against his chest. He was immediately turned on because of his already sensitive nipples. She placed his head between her hands and kissed him passionately while rubbing his nipples with her breasts. He got weak at the knees. She pushed him back and fondled his nipples with her hands.

Her big grin and her self-confidence made it even sexier for Steve, and soon he gasped and squirmed under her experienced and ruthless teasing. Steve didn't know what to do and was powerless to do anything.

"You really like strong, independent women," Karen said. "I have to go back to Ken; we're going to meet some friends. We'll be back for dinner." Karen stopped teasing his nipples, pressed her body against him, and kissed him.




Karen Ch. 06: Seducing Ken's Father



She looked down at Steve's pulsating cock. "And don't wank! You don't want to know what I would do to you. Be prepared for tonight." She added with her confident smile. "You know no shirt and no pants. Keep cool and have a nice day." 

She put her clothes on, unlocked the door, and left the room. After a few seconds, Steve hurried to the door and locked it. He didn't want anyone to come in while his cock poked in the air.

***

Steve was happy about the hours free from Karen's distractions. He hated that he lost every inch of self control when she took the lead. When he thought back, he found it incredibly sexy. He looked at Ashley. She was still a beautiful woman. He saw a lot of life experiences in her face. Every wrinkle had its own story. He loved it. She was athletic and had retained a slim body. Of course, the years hadn't passed without effects. Her body was more harsh than Karen's, but that had its own charm. Ashley's breasts were bigger but not so perky and firm as Karen's breasts. Ashley's nipples were smaller. But these differences didn't really count.

The real differences between the women weren't physical. Steve and Ashley had explored her sexuality during a long journey together. They had discovered their wishes and needs in a long process of trial and error. They had talked together frequently and reflected on the developments. They respected each other and stayed within each other's will. If one said that they didn't like something, the other wouldn't do it. It was so easy. But, it also meant that they didn't have to face their fears.

Karen was different. She seemed to look behind the wall of spoken wishes. Of course, she had explored him for a short time. But after that, she got in the lead. She didn't need to ask what he wanted. She didn't care what he thought he didn't like. She explored him and knew him better even than he knew himself.

He remembered that Ashley once had begun to tease his nipples. It didn't take long until he protested. He claimed that he didn't like it and he didn't feel it and he believed his reasons. But now he knew that this was totally wrong. He didn't want to admit that it had aroused him. He felt it was unmanly to be turned on by nipple teasing. Karen didn't care; perhaps she loved making him feel like a woman. She confronted him with his own sexuality with unerring confidence and got drunk in the experience of her power over him. He felt helpless thinking of her assurance and her knowledge.

When he looked at Ashley's face, he had a vision of Karen at the same time mocking and laughing at him. It wasn't a desirable perspective that this sexual nightmare would be continued. But he couldn't do anything about it. Somehow, it felt comforting to be forced to give up his will. His cock was rock hard.

***

Dinner passed without any remarkable incidents. Karen seemed sure that Steve was her helpless victim. Sometimes, she smiled at Steve in a confident and smug way and winked at him. Like a cat that had a mouse in the bathtub to play with, Steven thought. The cat would have all time in the world because it knew the mouse couldn't run away.

There was only one intervention by Karen while Ashley disappeared into the kitchen for a short time. But that hit him like a sledgehammer.

"Ken and I are going to have sex in the garden after dinner. You should have a good view from the balcony. You can watch us if you want." Karen suggested.

Steve couldn't find words to react to the proposal. He wanted to protest but wasn't sure that he wouldn't watch. Although, he did find it somehow inappropriate to watch her have sex with his son. It was so rude of Karen to invite him to watch. He didn't recognize that he avoided the responsibility for his own actions with that thought.

After the dinner, Ken and Karen soon disappeared. Steven had a small conversation with Ashley but had trouble concentrating. His mind wandered to Karen and Ken in the garden. It was pointless for him to continue the chat. He offered to clean the kitchen in hope that Ashley wouldn't insist on helping him. He felt relieved when she accepted his offer.

"That's so generous. Thank you very much, Sweetheart." Ashley kissed him and went to bed. How could it be that I have become such an asshole in such a short time, Steve thought as Ashley left happily.

He hurried to clean up but tried to do the work carefully. Then he hastened to the balcony. The thought of not accept her immoral offer vanished without a trace. If he didn't make any noise, perhaps Karen and Ken wouldn't notice if he watched. He could deny it afterward.

Ken and Karen were standing in the garden within sight of the balcony. They had switched the terrace light on so Steve could see them clearly. He watched them from the side. Karen stood behind Ken. She pushed her breasts against his back. She played in Ken's mouth with the fingers of her left hand. With her other hand, she played with Ken's cock. Karen waved in Steve's direction a short time after Steve entered the balcony. Was it the noise of the door or could she see him in the darkness? He didn't know. He wasn't even sure that she really knew that he was there.

She stuck her fingers in Ken's mouth again. Then she tipped the upper side of Ken's cock with the fingers of her right hand. It reacted as it was spring steel. Steve gulped. Ken's cock was bigger than he thought. Yesterday, Ken was his little son and today a grown man. Karen tipped his cock harder. It teetered higher in the air. The whole time, she whispered something in Ken's ear that Steve couldn't hear. Karen grabbed the cock with her whole hand and began to pump it in a steady rhythm. Ken seemed as if it was difficult to stand upright. His knees quivered. Karen held Ken with her left arm around his chest. After some more strokes, Ken came violently. Steve saw four or more spurts of the glistening sperm leaving Ken's cock reflected in the veranda light. She did this with such ease, Steve was totally thrilled and had to adjust his throbbing cock in his pants.

Karen released Ken and pointed to the ground where they had placed a blanket. Ken laid down on his back. Karen waved her hand again in Steve's direction and pointed to Ken's crotch. Ken's cock was soft after his massive orgasm. Steve thought he saw her big smile. She placed her feet, left and right, beside Ken's hips. She turned her front side in the direction of the balcony. Karen seemed to continually talk to Ken while watching in Steve's direction. She bent her knees very slowly. While she lowered herself, Steve saw in awe that Ken's cock came to life again without being touched. After nearly two minutes, her crotch reached the tip of Ken's now very erect cock. She sat down until she engulfed his hard-on completely in her pussy without changing her speed. She waved happily to Steve again. She didn't move her hips, and her gaze didn't leave the balcony. Steve could observe her broad smile, even in the darkness of the night. After a short time, Ken threw his head from side to side in ecstasy. What was she doing to Ken? He could only imagine that she flexed her inner muscles again and again on Ken's cock. Could she have such control over her body? And could she have such control over Ken's body? She waved to Steve again and began to move up and down on Ken's cock. She let him almost out only to engulf him again completely. Suddenly her upper body spasmed but she didn't change the speed of her movement. Was it an orgasm? Steve didn't know. After some more bumps, she released Ken's cock completely. Some seconds later Ken's sperm splashed against Karen's cunt.

"That was porn." Steve thought in awe. Nobody wants to see the man in porn movies orgasm inside the snatches or the mouths of the women. That could be a faked orgasm. Men want to see the real thing. They want to see the sperm as a sign the man in the movies really came.

Karen rose higher until she stood. She placed one foot on Ken's chest and raised her arms in a victory pose. She looked so big, so powerful, and so impregnable at that moment. Steve thought he didn't have a chance to refuse this—goddess. He tiptoed back into the house. Somehow, he felt beaten. He took off everything and went to bed to wait for her. There was nothing else he could do.

***

He waited a long time. His permanent horniness sapped his energy, and he felt asleep after a while. He woke up to the touch of Karen's hands teasing his nipples. She did it in the same way as before. Soon, Steve was a quiet whimpering pulp. He felt like he couldn't stand the ruthless teasing anymore and grabbed one of Karen's hands. He placed it on his rock hard erection.

"Don't dare try to order me ever again," Karen whispered while closing her hand around his shaft.

"Fifteen," she told Steve.

Fifteen? That wasn't enough. He was close to an orgasm after twenty strokes yesterday, but fifteen strokes wasn't enough to make him cum. While he protested inwardly, he shook like a leaf. He strained to suppress moving, while Karen wanked his cock. Fifteen strokes would leave him much hornier than before. That was so cruel. His sperm splattered out of his cock as he had a massive orgasm and could barely suppress a loud scream.

"Five," he heard Karen's voice.

She paused until his orgasm was gone. Then she strengthened her grip on his penis and continued wanking like nothing happened. His already hard cock had become sensitive, and now it hurt.

"Six" Karen declared.

He clenched his teeth together in pain and threw his head from side to side. No! This cruel bitch. But he didn't dare to try to stop her merciless wanking. After she finished the fifteenth stroke, his cock hurt like it had been rubbed with emery paper. She had punished him because he had tried to command her, he was sure. He would never try to order Karen again, he swore.

"I'm not done with you yet," Karen whispered.

She again teased his nipples. He wondered why they were much more sensitive after his orgasm. Soon they hurt at the slightest contact of Karen's hands. He reared up as his body tried to avoid her touch, but his mind didn't want to avoid her touch. He was sure this was a part of his penalty, and he didn't want to make her upset again.

***

Ashley lay in a fetal position with her back facing Steve. Suddenly, Karen reached across Steve's body and petted Ashley's back. Ashley moved a little bit in her sleep. Then Karen scratched her fingernails over Ashley' back. This time Ashley stretched out and seemed to wake up. Karen left the bedroom quickly and noiselessly.

Steve didn't think that Karen had expected the things that happened then.

Ashley turned around and faced Steve in the darkness.

"Hm, what's up?" Ashley asked.

"Ehm, I, I wanted to touch you." It was the first excuse that crossed his mind.

"Why? You wanted to wake me up, didn't you? I felt your fingernails on my back," Ashley continued.

"Perhaps you are right," Steven admitted.

"Could it be, that my lovely man woke me because he wants to have sex? You know that this isn't the right way to treat the woman you love?" Ashley reached her hand to touch her husband.

She fondled his chest and by chance caressed his overly sensitive nipples. Steve reared up.

"Hm? What's that? Is my man really horny, that he couldn't help himself?" Ashley asked and fondled his chest again. She wanted to find the action that had brought the massive reaction. Soon, she realized the reason.

"Your nipples, uh? You said you don't like it. But you clearly reacted strongly when I teased them. Why did you say you don't like it? You think it is unmanly to get teased like this, right?" Ashley continued her teasing. Steve grunted.

"But if it is unmanly, you are unmanly, aren't you?" Ashley continued in a mixture of surprise and spirit of research.

"Your body shakes very violently when I do this." She stroked his nipples again. Steve's hips moved upwards.

"What would happen if I pinched your nipples between my fingers?" Steve didn't want her to do this but couldn't find a way to stop her.

She pinched them. Steve grunted louder and pushed his pelvis up and down.

"Is it possible that this arouses you?" Ashley asked, amused.

Soon she'll touch my cock, Steve thought in panic. She'll realize that the bedclothes are full of cum. In a panic, he floundered to turn the bedclothes down. Ashley interpreted this as an invitation.

Ashley's hand found his cock.

.

"You are rock hard. From just this little teasing?" Her other hand stroked over his nipples, and he reared up again.

"That is so cool, my manly man." Ashley continued. "When I do this, your body is shaking." Steve reared up in response to her teasing.

"Why is your cock so hard?" Ashley went on with a mocking tone. "Are you turned on by the presence of Ken's girlfriend, the bombshell?"

Ashley licked her tongue over one nipple and nibbled softly at it. Steve moaned loudly.

"That's okay with me; she really is a beauty. You're allowed to dream of her, but I'm your wife." Ashley grabbed Steve's hand and lead it to her crotch while continuing to tease his nipples with the other hand.

"What does it mean that my pussy is so wet? Perhaps I'm horny, too? My lovely man is a lucky beggar." She placed herself on top of Steve and stroke his cock head with her cunt.

Who the hell knew why she was being so playful. Possibly, she instinctively enjoyed his helplessness and her unexpected power over him. Normally, he would stop her before he lost control, but he was far beyond that point.

Ashley's hands found his sensitive nipples again and pitched them. Steve whimpered in pain and pushed his irritated cock into his wife's waiting crotch. His whimpering got louder. She let her weight drop on Steve's pelvis and forced him back to the mattress. Then she moved up until she nearly released his cock again. Ashley laughed out loud.

"It feels like I have a remote control." By teasing his nipples, she forced him to push his cock in her wet snatch again.

She began to fuck him in a steady rhythm. Steve felt a mixture of pain and sexual sensation. Her fucking got harder. Steve felt like a helpless piece of meat, unable to stop her. After some minutes, her upper body dropped on Steve during her mighty orgasm. She screamed in passion. Then she paused for some moments.

"Oh, that was so fine. I want to do it again, my manly man," Ashley sounded ecstatic.

She bounced on his bruised cock with ruthless force again. Her second orgasm seemed to be even stronger than before, and it took some time until she recovered.

"That is so much fun, my lovely fuck toy," Ashley jubilated. "Let me see, what I can do to thank you for being such a manly man."

She continued to fuck Steve much softer now, so the sexual sensation prevailed over the pain. She couldn't deny herself caressing his nipples sometimes. His reactions were so much fun for Ashley.

In a way, he felt like she drove him in a slow spiral, higher and higher, until he was close to his own orgasm.

"Come on, my manly man. Mummy wants your cum now. Be a good boy, come on, come on. Don't try to hold it back. You can't hold it back when I want your cum. I am going to suck it all out. When Mummy wants you to spurt into her, you will spurt into her greedy pussy. Come on boy! Cum now, be a good boy, cum NOW!"

He collapsed under her and orgasmed until he was totally spent. His softening cock slipped out with a slurping sound.

"How could I have missed all these years how much fun it is to play with you like this?" Ashley shook her head in mocking astonishment. "Good night sweetheart." She kissed him softly on his lips. He could feel her satisfied grin. Then she went back to her fetal position and soon fell asleep.

It was a really crazy night. Although he was totally spent, it took some time to find sleep. It wasn't easy to sleep when your world was turned upside down.

***

Steve woke up a couple of times but fell back asleep nearly immediately. He felt like someone had tied him up in bed. Very late on Sunday morning, he found the energy to get up. Staying in bed wasn't a solution. His body felt worse than the day before. His cock was bruised, and his nipples were burning. He dragged his body to the bathroom and locked the door. After a short time, someone knocked on the door.

"Hi, it's Karen. Let me in," Karen demanded.

Steve sighed. What else could he do? He opened the door, and Karen strolled in. Steve locked the door behind her and looked at her. She was fresh and brimming with energy. It seemed unfair to Steve.

Karen approached Steve. She pulled Steve's pants down very carefully. She stretched the waistband to free his soft cock without hurting him.

"How was your night?" She asked while watching his bruised penis.

Steve sighed again.

"I want to hear all of the details." Karen insisted. "Ashley woke up? I'm right, am I not?"

"Yes," Steve answered uncommunicatively.

"Come on Steve, I don't want to drag it out of you piece by piece." Karen scolded him.

"She woke up and thought I want to have sex," Steve answered.

"But you came seconds before she woke up," Karen threw in.

"Yes, but she accidentally caressed my nipples and my body reacted very violent," Steve declared. It didn't make sense to him to lie to Karen.

"Did your hips move up and down?" Karen guessed.

"Yes," Steve admitted.

"Come on Steve, did she notice that your nipples are your weak spot?" 

Steve sighed. "Yes, she wondered about my reaction and searched for the reason. Soon she noticed that her touch on my nipples... She liked it that she could cause such heavy reactions and she did it again and again. She enjoyed her newfound power very much, and it turned her on. And it turned me on so much. Then we had sex together."

In a broader sense, this was true.

"Don't lie to me. I heard your loud groans as she fucked you, and you were helpless."

"Yes!" Steve burst out.

"And you loved it?" Karen persisted.

"Yes, I didn't think that Ashley could be so determined, so strong, and so self-confident. She was in total control." Steve blushed.

Steve's cock hardened while recalling the last night.

Karen moved one hand quickly as she went to grab Steven's cock. Steven backed away in panic. Then he panicked again because he had refused her. He knew she would punish him if she was displeased with him. Steven was happy as Karen laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry Karen. Please don't touch my cock. It hurts so much," Steve begged.

"But I can be very gentle to your bruised cock. I could moisten your cock all over with my warm saliva. It will feel incredibly soft when I put it in in my hot mouth," Karen offered.

Steven looked at his twitching cock in disbelief and frustration. It felt like his own cock cheated on him.

"Oh, your cock twitched. Think about my soft wet mouth, twitch!" Steven's cock seemed to follow Karen's order.

"You know that I could lead you to a very hurtful orgasm when I want, and you could do nothing about it? Twitch!" She insisted contently.

"Yes, I know. I couldn't do anything about it. Please don't do it, Karen." Steve blushed.

To be powerless was one thing; to admit it and speak it out loud was another thing. When you said something out loud, it became much more real than if you only knew it in a dark corner of your brain.

"I've decided to be generous." Karen smiled.

"Take your time for three or four days to recover. Then I expected you to call me. You can get my number from Ken. Arrange a meeting at your home with you and me alone." Contentedly, she strolled out of the bathroom.

***

Steve was happy that Ashley also left him alone for some days. She too probably wanted him to recover. He often had an erection that hurt his bruised cock in these days. But he slowly recovered.

He looked at his wife. She seemed to have grown after controlling him in bed. She seemed to be much more proud and self-assured. She was so alluring in her beauty and her confidence. She seemed so powerful. It was so hot that she had fucked him so mercilessly. He bit his lips. There it was it again, a hurting erection. He needed to think of something else.




Karen Ch. 06: Seducing Ken's Father



Getting Karen's telephone number from Ken was an unwanted task. Steve feared that Ken would be angry with him. He met Ken in his room and asked him. It was unpleasant for Steve that Ken asked him for the reason. Ken knew well what Karen could do. She even used Ken to seduce Steve. Surely, he knew more or less what she had done to Steve and why he wanted her telephone number.

It was hard to speak the truth out loud. But it didn't make sense to lie to Ken or to forge excuses.

Ken didn't act surprised. Steve was thankful for that. Steve was glad that Ken told him that he was not angry with him. Ken told him that Karen could do what she wanted. He also told Steven that he trusted Karen and knew that she respected their family cohesion.

Steve asked why Ken invited her to their house and let her do such dirty things.

"You are unable to stop Karen, when she want something. What do you expect from me?" Ken countered immediately.

Ken was so right and Steve was ashamed about his stupid question.

Later on Steve was glad about the talk. He had gotten to know that Ken and Karen were really good friends and Karen respected him. Ken told him some details of the relationship between Karen and him. Ken even told him how she trained her sex skills with his help. Steven was glad and proud that his son could talk about sex with him. That was unusual between men, and even more unusual between a father and his son.

On Thursday, Steve's wife was to have a date with a friend. Ken agreed to leave the house on that afternoon. Steve was glad when Karen confirmed the date. He was overwhelmed in her presence. He wanted to meet her, he had to admit.

Karen told him during the call that she and Ken would need a car for the next weekend to make a trip. Steve didn't expect difficulties with Ashley when he offered their car to Karen and Ken. Ashley would see this as a generous and altruistic action.

The upcoming date with Karen increased the frequency of his unwanted erections. Gladly they didn't hurt anymore.

***

Steve opened the door, and Karen entered their house. She was dressed in a long coat that didn't reveal any skin. That didn't keep him from finding her incredibly sexy. Steve knew her beautiful body was beneath her clothes. For him, her dressing style was only a demonstration of her power. Could she really do everything she wanted?

"Strip naked," Karen ordered as she entered the house.

Steve followed her order without hesitation. With amusement, Karen watched his half-erect cock stiffened to full hardness. Then she took him by his hand and led him to his bedroom. She sat him on a chair. He watched her as she slowly stripped.

"Lay down on your bed," She ordered. She placed herself on his belly and begun to tease his nipples.

"I will show you what a horny helpless bitch you really are." Soon he was whimpering, and his cock jerked back and forth in the air in anticipation of her teasing. She looked so adorable with her flat belly, her feisty firm breasts and her big nipples. They were as big as pencil rubbers.

"Looking at my breasts?" Karen asked. She fondled her breasts with her hands. "These are real breasts and these are real nipples to subdue men. With these breasts, I could transform men into begging pulp."

Steve didn't find any reason to argue. She rose up and ordered him to follow her. His cock throbbed and precum leaked out of it while he admired her long legs and her perfect, round, tight ass.

In the bath, she ordered him to look at himself in the big mirror. She placed herself behind him and pushed her breasts against his back. She continued to tease Steve's nipples. She watched him over his shoulders in the mirror.

"Look at you. You are a horny bitch. That's all I need to do to force your cum out of you. You will cum like never before. There is nothing you can do about it. You are pudding in my hands." She continued her teasing. Her teasing was casual and effortless. His whole body trembled and shivered. 

"That's all I need to do. You know, the number of today is zero. I think you knew it already.

Try to resist me, try to stop me. You are unable, and you don't want to stop me. You want everything I want, am I right?" Karen asked.

Steve managed to nod.

"Look in the mirror. You are so close now." Indeed, it seemed that his shaking had reached a whole new level. Perhaps he couldn't stand if she didn't hold him.

"I could make you explode any moment now, but I want you to feel very special." She reduced the force of her nipple teasing.

She was so right. Steve felt like he was raised slowly into the air by many hands. He was on the edge but felt unwilling and also unable to cum without her wanting it. She continued teasing him for a long time.

"You are ready all the time, I can feel it," Karen breathed in his ear.

"You are unable to stop me. You crave me to let you cum." Karen added.

Steve whimpered and nod in agreement.

"Beg" Karen ordered.

"Please, Mistress Karen, please, please, please make me cum!" Steve sobbed.

"Hm, you are pleasing me." She continued her ruthless teasing.

"Zero!" 

With a loud groan, he felt his sperm squirt out. He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw his sperm had splashed against the mirror. He didn't think he had ever come with such force.

Karen supported him as he slowly dropped to his knees. "Feel how I drained you, how I drained your sperm and your power, and how good it feels. Feel your powerlessness. It is like a small warm death."

Steve passed out.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the bathroom. Karen had covered him with a blanket, so he didn't chill. Karen sat on the floor and had placed his head on her lap. She softly petted his hair.

"Thank you very much, sweetie. I reached my goal, and it was so much fun. I subdued a lucky married man, and he was unable to resist me." Karen declared. "This evening will always be a part of your sexual dreams, but I won't do anything like this again to you. You'll probably regret this, but I'm sure you'll feel relieved, also."

She placed his head carefully on a pillow. He didn't have any idea when she got it or how long he was passed out. She stood up and cleaned the mess he had made.

Steve was deeply grateful. He couldn't imagine how he would find the energy to clean up the room. And the bathroom had to be cleaned before Ashley came back.

Karen finished cleaning and helped him up. She supported him while she took him to the bed.

"Steve, listen. What you experienced is not primarily my power. What you experienced is you. I only pushed the right buttons. You fell under my control because a part of you wanted it. I helped you to explore yourself. You surely didn't get this deep feeling before, but you can get it again. It is up to you. You know now you can feel like this, and you will do it again. I'm sure your wife is eager to explore your newly discovered deepness. She tasted blood already. I think, you will get to know Ashley in a whole new way."

Steve didn't think this way before. Somehow, it sounded logical. He remembered very well the expression of pacification on Ashley's face after she fucked him. He felt safe and secure and watched his future with confidence. Perhaps he couldn't tell his wife what happened, but he was sure that he loved his wife, and they would have an eventful future together. Karen stroked his hair softly, and he fell asleep.



Karen Ch. 07



Karen - Pierced and Pleasured beyond belief

This is the seventh in the Karen series - check out the others and don't forget to vote.

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When Karen awoke she took a long luxurious shower and made herself beautiful for her two lovers. I'd prepared a hearty breakfast for her; she was going to need her strength. 

Coming into the kitchen wearing my robe, she smiled at both of us and Steve pulled her into his eager arms and kissed her deeply. She responded by thrusting her tongue into his mouth as his hands caressed her warm body. He opened her robe and let it slide to the floor. Karen stood before us naked and beautiful. Steve took her hand and led her over to the counter. 

"Bring me your breasts," I said and Karen stepped closer to me and brought her pendulous breasts to the edge of the counter in front of me. I picked up a small plastic cone with a rubber bulb on the end of it. Holding the clear plastic cone over her nipple, I squeezed the bulb, forcing the air out and then the strong suction held the cone in place over Karen's large nipple. I placed another cone over her other nipple. 

"That feels pretty weird," she said as she looked down at her adorned breasts. She could feel the suction working on her nipples, arousing them almost as if one of us were sucking on them. 

"If you watch them, you will see your nipples get even larger as the suction pulls on them. Be careful not to knock them off," I instructed and Karen nodded. By the time she'd finished breakfast, Karen's nipples had grown considerably and she was feeling quite aroused. 

At the bar, Steve and I had set up a sturdy bar stool and attached a medium sized dildo to the middle of the front edge of it. It stood up straight and Karen laughed uneasily when she saw it. Karen could see that it had been greased with some form of lubricant and figured she was going to have to sit on it. She was right. 

Steve lifted her in his arms and she locked her thighs around his body. Carefully he guided her body above the dildo and gently lowered her onto the plastic prick. Karen thought it was meant for her warm pussy but we wanted it up her sweet ass. 

"Wait. I don't want that in my ass," she protested but Steve held her tightly and gently prodded her ass with the dildo. Karen bit her lip and then slowly descended onto the plastic prick, realizing that it was not very thick and with all the gel on it, it did not hurt the way she thought it would. Steve smiled at her and she smiled back. She was okay.

Tapping her thighs just above her knees, Steve felt Karen release her grip on his hips and she tried to adjust herself to sitting on the edge of the stool with the dildo shoved up her ass. To ease the strain, we lifted Karen's feet onto the rung of the stool and then Steve slid in behind her and leaned up against the bar. She felt the hardness of his cock as it pressed against her warm ass and decided she'd rather have his cock in her ass than the plastic one. Karen leaned back against him as she tried to keep from sliding off the chair.

Karen's nipples were still feeling the pull of the suction as I set a large mirror in front of her so she could see herself as Steve weighed her heavy breasts in the palms of his hands. The cameras were once again in place as we prepared Karen for her next experience.

Stepping up to Karen's soft body, I kissed her deeply and she returned the kiss passionately. I slid a gag between her lips and pulled the elastic in place. Karen wanted to protest but could not. I teased her tits and then released the suction cups. Karen felt the cool, fresh air as it bathed her distended nipple. I handed Steve two small blocks of ice and he held them to Karen's distended nipples. She felt the coldness against her passionately hot skin and a shudder ran through her body. She then felt something cool and wet move across her hard nipple and then saw the pistol shaped device I was slipping around her nipple. She recognized it immediately. It was a device for piercing holes for earrings. 

I slid her nipple into the slot and before she could react, Steve's grip tightened on her legs and chest and she felt the sharp, gold spike of the earring pass through the base of her most tender and sensitive nipple. Karen felt the hardness of the spike as it passed through her nipple but because of the intense cold, her tender nubbin was numb. Her scream was more from surprise and terror than pain but it was muffled by the gag. With a twist of the clip, I closed the small gold stirrup shaped earring around her nipple. 

Karen looked in the mirror and saw the new piece of jewelry that adorned her body. She waited, frightened as I prepared to pierce her other nipple. Karen knew that once the numbness of the cold wore off, she would really feel the pain in her tender nipples. Karen looked down at her frozen nipples in fascination and shock. 

I dabbed her nipples with alcohol against infection and then sucked her ringed nipples into my mouth as Steve massaged her huge mams. As I sucked gently on her huge breasts, Steve began to tease her clit, in an effort to focus her physical sensations between her legs. His fingers trapped her clit and he teased it gently as she started to moan and her legs trembled. 

Pulling up a chair, I sat down between Karen's legs and lifted her feet onto the arms on either side of me. Steve went back to caressing Karen's tits and nibbling on her neck as I began to caress her oozing pussy. Steve's legs came up over Karen's legs, pinning them down. When she felt the coldness of the ice against her tender pussy lips, she started to fight and thrash about. 

"I want to get it in the right place the first time, so be still!" I threatened Karen in a soft voice and she calmed down as I removed the ice pack and my fingers began to pull at her frozen pussy lips. I pulled and probed her sexual opening and though Karen could feel the movement, she could not feel the touch. I lifted the device to the center of her pussy lip and as I squeezed the trigger driving yet another spike into Karen's lovely body, Steve kissed her on the nape of her neck. Her body shuddered. In a moment, I added another ring to her other lip. Karen was shaking from fear as she envisioned explaining these adornments to her husband or anyone else for that matter. 

"It's all done," I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed her clit as Steve caressed her breasts. Karen began to calm down as she realized that she really wasn't in any real pain and that either way, we were done with the piercing. Steve continued to fondle her body but eased his grip as I began to gently massage Karen's legs. She was okay. I held up the mirror and Karen was shocked but fascinated by the gold rings adorning her sexual assets. 

"Why?" she asked softly.

"You'll see," I answered as I kissed her gently. 

"As for now, just relax and we can go for a swim and you can nude sunbathe in the backyard," I said. Karen smiled and went out to the pool and Steve went to continue editing the tapes. 

I knew Karen had to go to work in the late afternoon but I wasn't sure of the exact time. 

"How long do you work for today?" I asked.

"From 3:00 to 6:30," she said. 

"It's getting kind of late, I think you'd better get ready," I said. 

"I really wish I could stay with you a little longer. It's been a most exciting and wonderful day," she said a little embarrassed. 

"I know. You can come again next weekend," I told her. 

"Promise?" she teased as she lifted her beautifully bronzed body off of the chaise lounge. I watched her as she walked into the house, her magnificent breasts bouncing and swaying with each step as she walked.

"Yes, but before you go, we have a few going away surprises for you," I said. Karen smiled excitedly and then a look of concern came over her for a moment. I smiled at her. "Don't worry you'll enjoy it. In spite of yourself perhaps, but you'll find it exciting," I said. I followed her into the house and took her into my bedroom. Karen took her jeans and a blouse out of her bag and began to put on her bra. 

"Uh, uh," I said, "no bra."

Karen looked at me. "What do you mean no bra? I have to go to work. Do you know what I'll look like leaning over customers without a bra?" she asked.

"I can imagine," I said with a smile. Karen's face cracked into a smile. "Tell you what, we'll make you a bondage bra," I said. Karen looked a bit puzzled. I called Steve. 

"Karen may not wear a bra but she feels she needs one at work. Think you can rig her up a bondage bra?" I asked. 

"Sure," he said with a smile and picking up a length of cord, he raised her arms and then proceeded to carefully bind Karen's huge breasts. The cord ran over under and around her huge tits. He tied it snug enough for her to feel it but not tight enough that it would restrict her blood flow in any way. 

Slipping her blouse over her arms, she buttoned it up and was surprised to see that the "bra" was invisible under her top. It may have been unseen but it wasn't unfelt. Karen began to brush her long hair and touch up her make-up. She reached for her jeans and started to slide them up her long legs. I could see they were very tight.

"I have another present for you," I said as Karen tried to pull her jeans up over her flaring hips. 

"Oh?" Karen asked in anticipation. 

I held up a box. "Sit down on the bed," I instructed. Karen sat down on the edge of the mattress, her jeans still stuck around the middle of her thighs. "Lean back," I said and Karen lay back on the firm mattress. "Lift your legs," I instructed and with her legs held together by the jeans, Karen bent her knees and then lifted her legs up over her chest. Oh, did she look good. I ran my fingers across the backs of her legs and then sliding my finger into the crack of her magnificent ass, heard her gasp. My finger slid under the waistband of her panties and I pulled them up, exposing her ringed pussy lips. Karen could not see what I was doing as she lay still on the bed. I opened the box and took out a small penis shaped vibrator and slid it into her warm, wet pussy. Karen gasped as she felt the intrusion into her sensitive love hole. 

"What is that?" she asked as I began to pump the vibrator gently into her excited pussy. 

"It's a vibrator I bought for you," I said as I turned the motor on low and Karen shuddered as she felt the vibrations churn softly in her body. I stepped to the side so she could see her ass in the mirror that still leaned against the headboard.

"Oooh," she moaned as the vibrator rushed her body. I slid it all the way in and as her pussy lips closed around the vibrating penis, I slipped a small padlock through her pussy rings and locked it. Karen could feel there was something there but couldn't tell what it was. 

"What did you just do?" she asked. 

"See for yourself," I said as I turned the mirror. Karen could feel the vibrator in her body but could not see the end of it. She could see something dangling from her pussy rings and quickly reached down below her ass and felt the lock. Karen's face turned to sheer panic as she realized that this plastic penis was churning in her pussy and she could not remove it or even turn it off. I reached up for her panties and slid them down over her churning love hole. As the motor purred in her insides and the sensations washed over her body, the fear in her face changed to lust.

"Now pull your jeans on and I'll drive you to work," I said as I started to walk away from the bed. Karen tried to get up but as she did so, the vibrator moved in her body and she creamed herself right there. 

"How will I get it out?" she pleaded. "I can't walk around like this all day. I have to go to work. What will my husband say if he sees this?" she continued to babble. 

"You can't get it out until I decide to remove it," I said. "What's more, you can't even reach the controls to turn it off. You'll just have to get used to it and hope that no one catches on to what happening inside of your luscious body," I said teasingly. Karen was beet red. She was embarrassed but excited as the vibrator continued to churn in her insides. She realized how helpless she was. 

"Call me when you get off of work," I said, "Now zip up and let's go," All dressed, I led Karen to the door. "This thing is going to drive me crazy," she said as another orgasm rippled through her body.

"That's the general idea," I quipped. 

Once in the car and driving, I turned to Karen. "You know you are an amazing lover," I complimented her. Karen smiled as she felt the vibrator still churning. "Open your blouse," I instructed her. Karen hesitated.

"What if someone sees me?" she asked. The previous times she'd been bare-breasted in the car it had been dark. 

"They'll enjoy the view of your beautiful body and seeing your tits the way they are bound, will know that you are into bondage," I answered. Karen opened her blouse and I admired Steve's handiwork as I played with her truly magnificent breasts. 

As we entered the freeway, I placed my hand behind Karen's head and as I pulled gently on her neck, she bent over and opening my pants, retrieved my cock and started to suck on me. Once again the dildo shifted in Karen's loins and her pussy flooded with cum. As Karen's mouth was doing wonders on my cock, a van pulled up beside me and the driver watched as Karen pleasured my manhood. The driver smiled as I held Karen's head down and she swallowed my load. As she sat up, he winked at her and Karen turned deep crimson as she tried to close her open blouse. 

"Pull it all the way open," I said softly and Karen blushed deeply as she pulled the top open. The van driver looked down and could see the cords binding Karen's breasts and the gold rings adorning her nipples. He started to motion to me to pull over but as a look of terror came over Karen's face, I waved him off, winking at Karen and gently squeezing her ringed nipple.

"You can close your blouse now," I said softly with a smile. "I am very proud of you. You obey me even when you are afraid," Karen smiled at me. 

Karen called me after work to tell me that her husband would be out of town for the rest of the weekend and probably most of the week. 

"How's the vibrator doing?" I asked teasingly.

"It's been driving me crazy all day. My jeans were soaked with cum and the smell was so obvious I thought I would die," she said. "People kept looking at me and asking me why I looked so different."

I laughed. "Is it still running?" I asked.

"Yes, damn it. Please tell me how to stop it. I can't think straight. I can't even walk straight!" she complained. 

"Look in your purse and you'll find a small key. Use it to open the lock and you can shut it off," I told her. "Be careful not to hurt yourself," I added. I could hear her fumbling in her purse as she tried to talk to me and after finding the key, I could hear her struggling to pull her jeans off. They were even tighter now that the entire crotch was soaked with her cum. 

Putting down the phone, I could hear her curse as she tried to open the lock and then I heard the vibrator crash on the floor as it slid right out of her juicy quim. I started to laugh and Karen could hear me. She picked up the phone and yelled. "Very funny!" at me as I continued to laugh. 

"Think about it. It really is funny," I teased. Karen was so relieved to have her loins not churning out of control that she eased up and started to laugh.

"Get some sleep and I'll see you at dance class," I said.

"Listen, if my husband is still out of town on Wednesday can I come over again?" she asked.

"Sure. I'll see if Steve can make it also. We have some more interesting things in mind for that wonderful body of yours," I said. 

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Karen Ch. 08



At dance class on Wednesday, Karen was exceptionally affectionate and considerably aroused. She wanted to come back with me but her husband was in town and that was not possible. She reintroduced me to her friend Cathy, who I had seen several weeks before and whom I had noticed as being exceptionally beautiful if not a bit stuck-up. 

Karen told me that her husband would be leaving town on a week-long gig on Friday and that if things went well, they would get an extension for another week or two. She almost creamed her jeans while telling me. I smiled at her and gently squeezed her ringed nipple. Karen's face flushed as she came. 

Karen arrived at my place on Saturday and Steve met her at the door. She was pleased to see him. Under her cape, she wore a stylish wrap-around skirt that came to mid-calf, knee-high stockings with high heels, a sheer silk top and no underwear. Steve took her cape and draping it over a chair led Karen into the den. 

"Strip," he instructed. Karen turned around, a bit surprised at the abruptness of his order but began to unbutton her blouse. In a matter of moments she was out of her top and skirt. "I like the stockings. You may leave them on," he said.

When I came into the room, Steve was placing soft, leather wristcuffs on Karen's arms and I noticed that her nipples were adorned with the nipple rings and her nipples were very hard. I kissed her as my hands caressed her ample titflesh and then drifted down between her sculptured thighs. As expected, Karen was quite wet. I like responsive women and Karen's body was as responsive as they come. 

Sliding my fingers between her pussy lips, I led Karen to the French doors. We tied her to the lower hinges as I had done previously, with her legs wide apart. Standing in front of Karen, I showed her several fishing weights attached to elastic bands. Selecting a good-sized weight, I attached it to her nipple ring. The strain on her tender nub was immediately evident. I attached a similar weight to her other nipple. Karen could feel the strain as her nipples were pulled down. Steve pulled Karen's long hair back in a ponytail and then with a strip of cloth tied her elbows together behind her back. With her shoulders pulled back this way, her huge titflesh thrust forward invitingly. 

Standing beside her, I pressed my palm against her firm stomach and placing my hand on her soft shoulder, bent my lovely captive over. As her body leaned forward, Karen felt the weights move and begin to tug at her spiked nipples. It was not particularly painful but she did feel the strain. Steve drew her hair back and pulling on her ponytail, tied her head back to her elbow bindings. Karen felt very vulnerable. She was about to become even more vulnerable and available. 

I showed her a long elastic band with two small metal clips on it. She looked at it and wondered what it was for. I smiled at her. Then moving around behind her, I ran my fingers over the backs of her beautiful thighs and teased her pussy lips. Pulling on the rings attached to her pussy lips, I opened her up and blew a stream of cool air across the length of her slit. I felt the shudder run through her body. I kissed her pussy and felt her body tremble. I clipped one of the clips onto one of her pussy rings and then reaching around her hips passed the elastic band across the fronts of her thighs and back around to the other pussy ring. Clipping it in place, Karen felt her pussy lips stretched wide apart and realized now, that she could be taken without anyone even touching her to open her up. She felt very excited at her vulnerability. Moving a chair in front of her, I sat down, my cock just inches from her hungry mouth. Karen's eyes burned in to my pleasure giver. 

"You are going to suck on me and to make sure you give it your all, Steve is going to beat your sweet ass with a lash until I cum in your mouth. Then we'll trade places and I'll beat you while you suck on him until he cums," I explained. Karen nodded to the extent that her bindings allowed her to move. "God help you if I feel your teeth bite my cock," I warned her. 

Steve moved the video-cameras into place and Karen noticed them as I slid forward sliding my rigid cock between her eager lips. Karen sucked on my cock as she felt Steve draw the lash softly across her rounded asscheeks. He hit her firmly across the middle of her ass and her scream tickled my cock as she licked my tool. Again and again Steve beat her firm asscheeks as she sucked. As his strokes got harder, Karen's body began to lurch forward and my cock slid deeper into her mouth as the weights began to sway under her body, pulling on her aroused titflesh. Karen realized the effect of the weights as they tugged at her nipples. The more her body jumped the more violently the weights bounced pulling at her spiked nipples. I watched in the mirror as the weights pulled and teased her hanging titflesh. The camera was catching every last movement of Karen's bound body. 

When Steve stopped for a moment to change positions, Karen knew that the lashes would now be across her thighs and would tease close to her exposed pussy. She began to suck with amazing skill, in an effort to make me come faster. As the first stroke of the lash cut across the top of her thigh and wrapped between her legs, Karen's tongue danced across the head of my cock and when she screamed, the vibration caused my cock to erupt in her mouth and Karen gulped and swallowed to get every last drop of it. Nodding to Steve, he lay one last stroke across her thigh so that the ends of the lash curled up right to edge of her spread pussy. 

Karen continued to lick my cock as Steve lay the leather whip gently across her lower back. He then bent down and began to kiss and lick her ass and thighs and her deep moans continued to please my spent cock. 

Steve and I switched positions and as he sat down in front of her, I bent and whispered in her ear. I kissed her after complimenting her and thrust my tongue into her ear. As I inspected Steve's handiwork, he slid forward until he could feel his cock press against Karen's tonsils. I caressed her abused asscheeks gently and then sliding my fingers along her beaten thigh, slid them into her open quim. She was drenched. Cum began to ooze out of her trembling loins. 

Standing on the opposite side from where Steve had stood, Karen felt me lift the lash off of her back. She was already busy sucking on Steve and I could hear his deep moans as she pleasured his cock. Karen's body lurched forward as the lash cut across her hip and wrapped around the tender flesh of her inner thigh. Again she felt the weights tugging at her nipples and her chest heaved with each blow. Karen quickly learned that I was a master with the lash and she sucked for all she was worth. 

As I saw Steve getting closer to his climax, I shifted my position and Karen knew immediately she was in for trouble. I straddled her waist and began to lay the lash along the length of her open thighs. Karen knew that if I wanted to, I could whip her open pussy squarely from this position. The whip would cut over her ass, between her asscheeks and wrapping under her body, cut across the insides of her stretched pussy lips and hit her erect clit as it stood fully exposed. 

"How close are you?" I asked Steve as the lash continued to creep further and further along the insides of Karen's thighs. 

"Close," Steve whispered as Karen sucked harder and harder on his raging tool. I increased the force of the lashes as Karen redoubled her efforts to bring Steve to his climax. The lash was licking at the very edges of her open pussy lips as Karen's tongue went after Steve's piss hole. 

"Now!!" he screamed as cum shot out of his raging cock and I brought the lash down hard, through the crack of Karen's ass and across her stretched pussy lips and her most sensitive clit. She howled as cum literally splashed out of her exploding quim. Steve held her head tightly as I hit her again, right across her open twat. Again cum splashed out of her loins and began to flow down her spread thighs. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. 

Karen continued to suck on Steve's cock as I moved behind her and began to nibble and kiss her beaten womanflesh. I had never seen so much cum flow out of a pussy in my life. Steve reached under Karen's titflesh and removed the weights as I continued to kiss and lick her open pussy. 

As Steve's cock softened in Karen's mouth, I released her hair and then helped her to stand up. I unclipped the elastic band holding her pussy open. We both kissed and caressed her body as she stood with her legs still spread and then sitting on the arms of the chair, we each sucked a nipple into our mouths and gently caressed Karen's body. 

Karen needed warm water and tender hands and we were going to give her both. Untying her, we carried her out to the hot tub and then laying her on a chaise, massaged her beaten flesh with lotion. We let her rest. 

When she felt prepared to continue, she came back into the house. I handed her a glass of wine and invited her to sit beside me on the couch as Steve turned on the video. He had done a masterful job of editing and Karen was absolutely fascinated as she watched herself star in a sex and bondage classic. Her hand slid across my lap and she began to stroke my cock as she watched herself getting fucked royally by the two of us. She was amazed at how she'd looked as we'd fucked and beaten her but she was most amazed at the expressions that crossed her face through the entire experience. 

"What comes next?" she asked as Steve rewound the tape. 

"Relax a bit and then I want to put you into a series of poses and photograph you. Right now I want you to do some stretches and warm-ups and Steve is going to photograph you," I said. 

Karen smiled and getting up, moved to the center of the room. Steve had his equipment set up and he showed Karen what he wanted. Her body was so very sensual and sexy as she stretched and posed for us. 

After taking the pictures, Steve had to leave. Kissing Karen deeply, he caressed her moist pussy and then took his leave. "I'll deliver these to you later in the week, along with the finished video with today's action," he said. I smiled at him. Karen and I retired to the backyard for an afternoon of swimming and sex. 

After swimming and fucking the early afternoon away, we showered and I prepared a late lunch for us. Karen had brushed out her long, luxurious hair and wearing a beautiful robe she'd brought with her, sat down to eat. When I had cleared the dishes, Karen turned to me playfully and asked, "What now?"

"It's time for dessert," I teased her as I pulled her up from her chair. Seating her at the edge of the large table, I lifted her legs onto the seat on either side of me and easing her robe open, lowered my mouth to her sweet pussy. A deep moan escaped her lips as she laid her body back on the table. Sliding my arms under her gently raised thighs, I buried my face in her bubbling womanflesh. Karen's body writhed on the table as I felt her fingers wrap through my hair. I couldn't get enough of her pussy. 

After her fifth or sixth climax, I raised my head and then standing up, slid my cock into her beautiful body. I felt Karen's hips move and her inner muscles massaged my cock as I rocked in and out of her luscious body. Her huge tits heaved up and down on her chest as her own thrusts matched mine. It didn't take long for me to add my cum to her own inside her hungry love hole. Bending forward, I nibbled on her ringed nipples as Karen cradled my head in her arms, holding me tightly to her firm breasts. What an amazing woman. 

"Do I get dessert too? she teased as her tongue ran across the edge of her lips.

"Yes, but not just now," I said and she pouted sexily. "Now go clean yourself up - I have a surprise for you," Karen smiled at me and padded out of the room in the direction of the bath. 

"Put on some make-up and perfume we'll be going out later," I called after her.

"Where to?" she asked from the other room.

"It's a surprise."

 When Karen came out of the bathroom, she looked stunning. Her hair was neatly combed and pulled back with a ribbon, she had even brushed her bush. What a beautiful woman. She walked over to pick up her clothes.

"Not yet," I said. I held out a small box and Karen took it smiling at me. 

"Thank you," she said. "This is the first present you've ever given me. At least in a box," 

"Not if you stretch your definition of 'box'," I quipped.

Karen gave me a look and smiled. "You know what I mean," she said as she opened the gift. Inside was a small gold chain. Karen held it up, trying to figure out what it was for. It was too small for her wrist and too large for her finger.

"What's this? A cock ring?" she blurted out. Then realizing what she'd said blushed. 

I laughed and said. "In a matter of speaking perhaps. But that is not what it was designed for," Taking the box from her hand, I opened the small clasp on the chain and held it by it's two ends. It was about 5 inches long. Karen still couldn't figure it out. When I held it up in front of her she looked at me questioningly. 

As I lowered my hands to chest height, Karen saw it was about as long as the distance between her ringed nipples. Her mouth dropped open. Carefully, I attached the chain to her nipples and Karen felt the very slight pull on her beautiful nipples. The tension increased as she inhaled and though it didn't hurt at all, it was something that would focus her attention on her tits with every breath. That was exactly what I'd wanted. 

Reaching between her huge tits, I hooked my finger over the slender chain between her nipples and lifted her huge tits away from her chest. Karen winced as she felt her tender nipples pull. Then easing her tits back down, I jiggled the chain and she felt her huge tits begin to shake gently on her chest. It was late afternoon and time for the proverbial "happy hour". I decided to take Karen out for the evening but in a new and I hoped exciting way.

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Karen Ch. 09



Karen looked delicious. She stood before me wearing only the gold chain between her ringed nipples and a smile. 

"Put your shoes on and then come here," I instructed her. Karen smiled at me as she obeyed. She knew that any time that I began to give her instructions, she was in for something new and exciting. I was not about to disappoint her. As she neared me, she spread her legs slightly and tilted her head in a most alluring way. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her soft shoulders and she brought her hands behind her back. My hands grasped her arms and pulling her hands in front of her, I slid the soft leather cuffs around her slender wrists and snapped the clasp closed. Karen stood in the middle of the room as I picked up her cape. She looked puzzled as I lay the garment over her shoulders and buttoned the collar. 

"We're going out," I announced.

"Like this?" she asked in a very surprised voice.

"Exactly," I replied as I took her arm through the cape and led her out to my car. Her fingers clamped tightly around the front panels of her cape as she tried to hold it closed in the breeze. She was dying to ask where we were going but decided it would be better not to. Getting in, I pressed the lever and lay the seat back. Karen remembered the position and tried to get comfortable. 

As we drove away, I reached over and pulled her cape open. Karen's thighs parted as she lifted her bound wrists up over her head and out of my way and I began to gently fondle her womanflesh as we made our way out of town to a private club I frequent. After parking the car, I helped Karen out of the car and made sure that her cape hung straight. It was only buttoned at the collar and Karen held the panels tightly in her bound hands, afraid they would open and people would see her naked body. She walked very carefully through the parking lot, thankful that there was no wind. 

I led her through the crowded club and up the stairs to the balcony, where there were private rooms, each with curtains to close off the table area if desired. Karen bumped into several people in the crowded room and she lost her grip on the panels of the cape and it flashed open a bit as she was jostled. As we ascended the stairs, she was able to get a grip on the panels and she sighed with relief as she climbed the stairs. The small room had a large table with two comfortable armchairs on either side and enough space for the waiter to set up a tray stand to serve the meal. The curtains were heavy and they shielded the noise from downstairs. Karen was relieved when we finally got to the room. Her few brushes with people in the tavern and on the steps had opened her cape only slightly and so far no one knew. 

"May I take your coat?" the maitre d. asked Karen. Karen froze and began to turn deep red.

"The lady is still a bit cold from outside," I interceded. "I'll take care of it later," I smiled at the man and he nodded. "You can open the curtain for now," I said as I seated Karen and she looked out over the bar below. It was packed with people drinking and talking. Some danced on the small dance floor. 

"What do you think of the crowd?" I asked.

"This place is really nice but what are we doing here? I mean, I can't even use my hands to have a drink," she answered. 

"Don't worry about that. Just look around and tell me if anyone down there interests you," I instructed her. Karen's eyes began to scan the room. Her eyes stopped a few times and then she turned to me and asked, "Why am I doing this?"

"That's easy. In the next few minutes you are going to select someone from out there and you are going to seduce him or her right on this table," I said. Karen turned white as all the blood drained from her pretty face.

"I'm going to what?" she choked. 

"You heard me. Now you select one or I will," I went on. Karen was squirming in her chair. 

"How will I do this?" she asked. I could see a trace of excitement in her eyes. 

"You just pick the lucky person and then I'll tell you what to do," I said. Karen went back to scanning the room. She could feel her quim beginning to get wet with excitement. Her eyes came to rest on a tall man standing at the end of the bar talking to the bartender. I told her what to do. 

Carefully, Karen grasped the cape and walked down to the bar, making her way towards the ladies' room. She was trying desperately to keep her balance as she continued to be bumped by people in the crowded bar and with her wrists still bound, it was difficult to keep her cape closed while she looked nonchalant about the whole thing. Her heart was racing and her body was getting very aroused. 

As she passed the man she'd selected, she gently bumped him and excusing herself smiled at him. On her way back, she passed him in such a way as to rub her huge tits against his arm. Looking up at her, she smiled again and carefully spun around. She'd practiced the spin a few times in the ladies' room so it would allow her cape to open just a bit but not too much; just enough to arouse his curiosity. Did it ever. 

He wasn't sure if he'd seen what he thought he'd seen but his eyes didn't leave her as she made her way up to our booth. When she got to our table, she turned and smiled at him again and he raised his glass smiling back at her. Karen nodded and then slipped behind the partially drawn curtain. I closed the curtain behind her and ducked out the small lattice door in the corner of the booth. He was on his way. The man opened the curtain and entered, to find Karen leaning against the table. 

"Please close the curtain," she said and he closed the drape and then turned to face Karen. 

"Would you like a drink?" he offered seeing that she did not have one. 

"No thank you. I can't drink one right now," she said with a smile as she tried to gather up her courage. He eyed her carefully and she could tell he was undressing her in his mind, not aware that she was totally available to him at that very moment. 

"Then why did you invite me up here?" he asked.

"Open my cape, please," Karen whispered, barely able to get the words out of her mouth. 

"What did you say?" he asked.

"Help me with my cape," she said a bit louder. As he began to move towards her she said, "You'll have to open the collar," Reaching up to her trembling throat, the man unclasped the collar button and then Karen turned her back to the stranger. His hands came up to her shoulders and taking hold of the cape, he slid it off of her shoulders revealing Karen's completely naked body. As she turned to face him, he gazed down at her full breasts and the gold chain suspended between her nipple rings. His gaze followed down the lovely lines of her supple body to her soft, brown thatch and to her bound wrists. He licked his lips as he let the cape fall back onto the large table. 

"What's this all about?" he asked incredulously.

"This is your lucky day," Karen tried to joke, the trembling in her voice quite evident. "You may do whatever you want with me right now in this room," she added. His hands came up to her huge breasts and he began to fondle her massive tits. He was fascinated not only by their size and firmness but by the rings that pierced her nipples and the chain that held them snugly. 

Sitting on the arm of the padded chair, he continued to toy with Karen's excited nipples as his other hand slid down across her waist and between her soft thighs. He could feel the excitement in her body and his fingers dipped into her wet pussy. Karen gasped as his fingers grazed across her clit and his tongue teased her hard nipples. He couldn't believe this was happening and she couldn't believe she was letting him do it. As his hands caressed her body, he felt her hands turn and cup his balls as she began to massage his crotch.

"Please sit down," Karen said and then eased away from him and backed up against the table. "May I suck on you?" she asked and he nodded at her with a smile. Karen knelt between his thighs and raising her bound wrists to the front of his pants, opened them. Her talented fingers slid into the front of his pants and extracted his huge cock. Leaning forward, she lowered her face to his crotch and kissed the head of his ramrod. She heard him moan softly as she licked the head and then parting her soft lips, she sucked it into her warm, wet mouth. She heard him moan again and then she slid her lips down the length of his shaft as her talented tongue caressed the underside of his manhood. 

Karen felt his fingers stroke through her long, dark hair but he used his hands to guide her face rather than press it to his cock. He was going to allow her to decide how to pleasure him. He gazed down as he watched this magnificent creature suck on his cock. As her mouth descended all the way onto his ramrod, he felt her fingers begin to tickle and massage his heavy balls through his pants. 

As she sucked on his manhood, Karen could feel his balls begin to stir and knew that he was very close. She lifted her face from his cock as he watched its length slowly slide from between her soft lips. "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asked as she looked up at him. 

"No," he smiled at her. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting the few drops of precum that adorned it. His hands came in front of her and she placed her bound wrists in them. He helped her to stand up and then turn her to lean against the large table. Lifting her bound wrists over her head, she then lay back on the table and tried getting as comfortable as she could. She could feel the slight strain on her massive tits as the chain held her huge breasts on top of her ribs. As the stranger sat in the padded armchair, he watched as Karen lifted her long, slender legs towards the ceiling and then spread them wide open in front of his face. She then brought her feet up to the top of the chair and rested her ankles on either side of his head. Her throbbing pussy was open for his pleasure and he lost no time taking advantage of it. 

Bending slowly, he drank in the powerful aroma emanating form Karen's loins. He could see the two gold rings adorning her engorged labia. Tracing his fingers across the soft skin of her thighs he lowered his lips to her seething womanflesh. Karen bit back a scream as his lips closed around her erect clit. He sucked and teased her nubbin as her body began to tremble. She had not been with many men in her life and to give herself so freely to a total stranger was terribly exciting. She could hear the muffled sounds of the people outside and realized that at any moment the curtain might open and everyone would see her. Her heart began to pound in her massive chest. 

The man sucked and licked Karen's intimate flesh as orgasms began to ripple through her open quim. His tongue continued to expertly probe her supple body as her breasts heaved with excitement and cum began to trickle out of her pussy and down the crease of her thighs. 

Rising to his feet, the stranger grasped his cock and Karen felt his huge ramrod graze the inside of her sculptured thigh. He traced the head of it over her swollen pussy lips and coated his cockhead with her sweet juices. Aiming his shaft at the center of her womanhood, he pressed his ramrod into her pussy. Placing his hands on either side of her chest, he leaned over her body as he wedged the tip of his cock between her swollen labia. He gazed down at her huge tits as they were held firmly atop her chest by the chain between her pierced nipples and began to thrust deep into her pussy. Karen gasped with excitement as she felt his shaft slice deep into her naked body. Her chest heaved with lust as he looked down at her huge tits. The chain across her nipples held her tits high on her chest and Karen was aware of every movement her tits made. She wanted to scream in passion as orgasms overtook her body but she knew she couldn't - not here. 

He continued to pound into her luscious body as her hips thrust up to meet his every movement and her talented muscles danced over his raging cock every time it sliced into her naked body. He looked down at her as she lay on the table, her bound wrists above her head and her magnificent tits bouncing back and forth as he rammed his huge cock into her juicing pussyflesh. She watched his face and could tell he was about to cum and fill her hot love hole with gallons of hot cum. In another moment he groaned deeply as he thrust violently into her clasping love hole and Karen felt him empty his heavy balls into her writhing body. Leaning forward he sucked her nipple into his mouth and then kissed her full on the mouth. 

"Why?" he asked as his cock slid out of her warm, wet body.

"Because," was all she answered. As he stood up, he felt a bit funny with his clothes on and his cock hanging out of his pants. He started to rearrange his clothes when Karen said. "Wait. Would you help me up?" Letting go of his shaft, he reached forward and helped Karen sit up and then slide off the table. Her cape remained open on the table.

"Sit down," she said softly and the man leaned against the chair arm again. Karen sank to her knees and carefully maneuvered his cock between her lips. He curled his fingers in her long hair and then eased her head up and down the length of his shaft. Karen continued to suck on him until he released her head. She reached up to his cock with her bound hands and carefully slipped his spent shaft back into his pants. Helping her to her feet he smiled at her and then continued to caress her body intimately. 

"Would you be good enough to put my cape back on and button it for me?" she asked. He did so but continued to fondle her body as he did. 

"Would you care to join me for the rest of the evening? I think we could find a few interesting things to do, given your apparent enjoyment of being bound," he said. 

"I'm afraid I can't, I'm here with someone," she answered. 

"Well, in that case thank him for me and tell him I think he's one lucky guy," the stranger said as his hand slid into her cape and caressed her pussy one last time before leaving. When he had gone, I opened the lattice door and reentered the room. 

"Were you watching?" Karen asked.

"Yes, and you were marvelous," I answered as I slid my hand into her cape and noticed that it was buttoned all the way down. I frowned at Karen and she looked down at the floor embarrassed. As we left the room and went down through the bar, the man was obviously telling the bartender about what he'd just experienced because he pointed at Karen and smiled as we passed. She turned crimson, turning her eyes away quickly. The bartender knew it was true. 

"I see you had him button the entire cape for you," I said. Karen had hoped that I was going to let that pass without comment. "Yes," she answered. I was afraid it would open up again," she continued.

"You shouldn't have done that," I said softly but sternly. Karen nodded. We walked to the car silently. Karen could feel the wetness between her thighs in the cold, night air. It had gotten quite dark since we'd entered the club and I noticed that my car was parked in the shadows. Walking around the car, I led Karen to the front fender so that she was facing the front entrance to the club. People were going in and out and we could hear them talking from the distance. Opening my pants, I lifted the back of Karen's cape and slid my cock between her thighs.

"What are you doing?" she demanded as she felt the cool night air lick at her warm, wet thighs. 

"I'm punishing you for having him button your cape. Of course this isn't too painful a punishment is it?" I quipped as I slid my ramrod into Karen's sweet pussy. Her body lay across the front hood of the car as my cock rammed into her soft body. Karen felt the hardness of my shaft in her wet pussy and the pressure of her breasts as they pressed hard against the car and pulled at her bound nipples. 

"If you're quiet, no one will know what you're doing," I whispered as I rammed deep into her gushing body. Karen was so scared and excited that she could barely keep quiet as she felt my cock slam into her pussy. Grasping her waist, I pulled out of her pussy and then with my shaft slippery with her juices, shoved my cock into her tight asshole. Karen was not at all prepared for this violation of her ass and almost howled at the invasion of my impaling tool. She felt her insides explode as I ripped into her ass. 

Reaching forward, I lifted her head and she was terrified as she watched people walking only a few yards from us on their way into the club. I slammed my cock into her tight asshole as Karen's emotions were flooding her mind, the way her juices were flooding her pussy. 

Feeling my balls getting ready to let go, I reached under Karen's chest and cupping her heaving tits lifted her up so that her body slid back and down onto my impaling cock as I flooded her ass with hot cum. Karen felt her entire weight supported on my shaft as it was buried deep in her ass - her toes barely touching the ground. Still buried in her ass as she stood in front of me. I slid my hands down onto the fender as two couples walked past us. 

"Good evening," I said as they passed but Karen was too scared to say anything. She nodded as they returned the greeting. She didn't realize that they couldn't see what we were doing. Easing out of her body, I turned and leaned against the car. Karen sank to her knees and took my cock between her lips. I moaned in approval as I felt her lips work their magic on my shaft. Karen released my cock and looking up at me, smiled when she realized she'd redeemed herself. I helped her to her feet and closed my pants. I then helped her into the car.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Yes. Very," she answered.

"Good. Let's go out for some dinner," I said. Karen looked at me a bit worried. I read her mind. "I have your clothes with me," I said. "You can dress at the restaurant," Karen relaxed and smiled. I slid my hand into her cape and toyed with her wonderful breasts all the way to the restaurant I'd selected. 

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Karen Ch. 10



As we neared the restaurant, I released Karen's wrists and she slipped her hands through the holes in the front of her cape.

"Your clothes are folded in your bag," I said as I reached behind the seat for her large purse. "Go into the ladies' room and clean yourself up and get dressed. I'll meet you at the table," I continued with a smile. 

As she swayed and bounced through the restaurant everyone noticed Karen. She wore a long wrap-around skirt, high heels, and a sheer silk blouse that buttoned down the front. Her hair was beautifully combed out and her face was radiant. Her huge breasts swayed and bounced softly as she walked through the restaurant, her cape draped over her arm. More than one eye admired her as she came to my table. It was clear to anyone looking, that her huge breasts were unfettered by any bra. I smiled at Karen as she approached and standing up to greet her, I kissed her softly on her cheek. She smiled at me. 

"Open one more button," I whispered with a smile as she sat down in the chair I held for her. Karen reached between her full breasts and undid the button between her breasts as I came around the table and sat down. The view of her full cleavage was spectacular. The maitre d. was very helpful and came by several times to see how we were enjoying our meal and to stare down the front of Karen's blouse. 

We enjoyed a wonderful meal, talking and teasing each other. Karen slipped off her shoe and carefully guided her stockinged foot between my thighs and massaged my cock as we ate. After dessert, I excused myself and went into the bar. The maitre d. stopped by again to take a look at Karen's deep cleavage as I wrote a note and gave it to one of the waiters to deliver to Karen. 

"Dear Karen," she read, "I hope that you enjoyed your dinner because it is now time to pay the bill. I suggest you work something out with the maitre d., since you have no money in your purse. He seems quite interested in you. I'll meet you in the car. Don't be too long," Karen looked up from the note, her face flushed red and saw me at the door. She looked at me pleadingly and I smiled back at her. She reached for her purse and searched frantically for her wallet. I'd left it in the car. When she looked up, I was gone. I'd ducked into the bar to watch through the lattice wall only a few feet from where our table was. I watched as Karen signaled to the waiter and he came over smiling as his eyes burned into her beautiful, full chest. "Would you ask the maitre d. to come over please?" she said softly.

"Is anything wrong?" he asked with a note of panic in his voice, afraid that she was going to complain.

"No, you were a wonderful waiter. I just want to ask him something," she explained. With a nod the boy vanished and moments later the maitre d. arrived, pleased at the opportunity to once again gaze down at Karen's breasts. 

"Would you please be seated?" Karen asked the gentleman and he smiled as he sat down across from her. "The gentleman I was with just walked out and left me to pay the bill. I have no money with me and I am very embarrassed," she continued. 

"This is highly irregular," he replied. "Do you have a check or a credit card?" he asked. 

"No. I have no way of paying you," she pleaded. A twinkle came into his eye as he lowered his gaze to Karen's massive tits. He seemed to be afraid to suggest what he had in mind. 

"Perhaps there is some other way you could pay for your dinner," he suggested hesitatingly. Karen looked up at him nervously.

"Do you have someplace private?" she asked, her voice wavering slightly. The man smiled broadly and taking her hand helped her to stand up. 

"Please," he said as Karen picked up her things. He motioned for one of the waiters. "Please show this lady to my office," he instructed and the young man escorted Karen through the restaurant to the office. 

Knowing the place well, I ducked into the back door of his office and found a place in the bathroom to watch the proceedings. The maitre d. went to arrange for someone to cover for him. As he entered the office, Karen was leaning seductively against the front of his desk. 

"Let's see what you are offering as payment for your dinner," he teased. Slowly Karen reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. As the garment opened, it revealed the gold chain holding her pierced nipples together. The man licked his lips as Karen slid the sheer garment down her arms and let it fall onto the desk. Continuing, she untied the sash of her skirt and it slid to the floor. Karen stood proudly before this stranger, naked except for her shoes and the chain between her breasts. 

"I hope you are half as good as you look," he said as he walked toward her. Wrapping his arms around her body, he pressed his tongue between her lips and his cock ground hard against her naked pussy. Karen's body responded with a deep moan as she sucked his tongue into her mouth and her hands started to remove his jacket. His hands began to wander over her body and he reached out to fondle her huge tits. 

Karen's hands slid down to his crotch and after rubbing his hard cock for a moment, she opened his pants. Expertly, her hand slid into his pants and searched for his cock. Pulling away from him, she sank to her knees and enveloped his raging meat with her lips. She could feel his hands stroke through her hair as he guided her lips up and down the length of his manhood. He could feel her expert lips and tongue bring him to the brink of a huge orgasm but he didn't want to come just yet. 

"You're wonderful," he said, "but I'm not ready to cum until I've enjoyed more of your beautiful body." Karen eased up a bit but kept sucking on his cock. "Lie down on the desk and spread yourself for me," he instructed. Karen slid her lips off of his cock and then moved in front of his large desk. Leaning her sculptured ass against the rounded edge she lay back, pulling her long legs up over her massive chest and then spreading them wide as she grasped her knees. He looked down at her eagerly as Karen looked up, feeling very dominated and excited. He sat down beside her and let his hand wander over her huge chest. Her nipples felt the strain of the chain as gravity pulled at her huge tits. Slipping his finger into her deep cleavage, he pulled up gently on her nipple chain and watched as her nipples stretched upwards. "This is interesting. Where did you get it?" he asked.

"It was a gift from the man who I was dining with," she answered. 

He pulled up a bit harder on the chain and the strain on Karen's breasts increased until she bit her lip. "I like it," he quipped as his hand slid across her smooth stomach and caressed her mons. He watched her face carefully as he dipped his fingers into her very moist pussy. He could feel her wetness and then his fingers found the gold rings that adorned her swollen labia. He tugged gently on them as the naked beauty gasped. Karen's face flushed as his fingers grazed across her erect clit. As he caressed her pussy, his hand stroked his rigid manhood.

Letting go of her oozing quim, he moved around to the front of the desk and stood between her raised thighs. Placing one hand on her raised knee, he grasped his cock and rubbed the tip across her parted pussy lips. Karen moaned as she felt the hardness of his cock tease her open quim. He wedged the tip firmly between her moist lips and then brought his hand up to her other knee. Wrapping his arms under her calves and around her this, he tightened his grip and then shoved his cock all the way into her tightness with one firm thrust. He could feel her muscles tighten around his shaft as he pressed his cock into Karen's drenched quim. Karen thrust her hips forward to meet his impaling cock. He continued to thrust into her body and moan deeply in pleasure as Karen's body did its thing. His hands slid down to her slender ankles and then he pulled her long legs up and wide apart as he gazed down at his own shaft as it pistoned in and out of her quivering pussy. Her huge tits rolled around on her chest as the chain kept them pressed tightly together. It did not take long for her inner muscles to work their magic on his impaling cock and with a loud grunt, he shoved hard into her beautiful body and shot his load deep into her twitching pussy. Karen gasped as she felt his load fill her tight quim and her own orgasm enveloped her luscious body. Her muscles then continued to milk every drop of cum out of his balls. He looked down and smiling at her said, "You are an excellent lover, excellent," and she smiled. 

Pulling his cock out of her pussy, he gazed down at her magnificent body. His cock still hung out of his pants and he moved back and leaned against the armchair. Karen lowered her legs and he reached out for her hand, and helped her to sit up. Karen then slid her body forward so she leaned against the front of the massive desk. She saw that his cock was coated with cum and she quickly moved forward and kneeling in front of him, expertly guided his cock between her lips and licked all of their cum from his spent tool. Carefully, she slid his shaft back into his pants and closed him up. He turned and then stretching his hand out to her, he helped her to her feet. Karen started to retrieve her clothing. 

"That was excellent," he said with a smile. "By the way," he interrupted her as she started to slip her blouse on, "What about the waiter? Did you leave a tip for him?" Karen stopped dressing and shook her head. "You know you really should give him something. After all, most of his income is tips," he said. 

"Well..." Karen started to protest.

"Come on," the man interrupted her, "he's just a young kid, and not bad looking at that. He would probably explode if you sucked him off." Karen thought for a moment and remembered that he was a fairly handsome kid and the idea of pleasuring such a young boy took on its own excitement. She'd really never had a younger lover and certainly not one so much younger. Before she could speak, the maitre d. said, "I'll call him. You go wait over there," he added, pointing to a large armchair facing the couch in the corner. Karen scooped up her clothes and walked over to the chair and sat down as he picked up the phone. "Send Hank in here and get someone to cover his tables," he said putting down the phone. Moments later there was a knock at the door. "Come in," said the maitre d. and the young waiter entered.

"Sir. You called for me?" he said a bit worried. 

"Do you remember the couple at the corner table?" he asked.

"Yes, she was absolutely beautiful, but they left without paying the bill. Does that mean you have to take the tab out of my salary?" he asked nervously.

"Actually, the lady just took care of paying the check," he said and the boy sighed with relief. "However," he continued and the boy's face again turned to a troubled look, "I've asked her to make sure to leave a memorable tip for you," The boy looked a bit puzzled until Karen stood up and turning to face the boy, his mouth fell open as he drank in the fullness of her naked body. The kid's eyes practically popped out of his head as Karen walked towards him, her huge, chained breasts swaying with each step. Karen stopped inches in front of him and smiling at him reached down for his hands.

"Come with me," she said softly as she led him over to a large armchair and pressed his body back so that he sat on the padded arm. The boy sat stunned in front of this beautiful, naked woman as he felt her fingers reach down and rub his raging ramrod through his pants. Hesitantly, he reached up to touch her breasts as she unbuckled his belt. 

"It's all right. You may touch them," she said as her fingers searched his underwear and retrieved his raging cock. The boy began to rub and squeeze Karen's tits as she stroked his cock. She slid his pants down a bit and then stroked his raging hard-on. 

"Now relax," she whispered as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"You've got to be kidding!" he sighed as he felt Karen's fingers caress his balls as her mouth engulfed his cock. He looked like he'd died and gone to heaven as Karen's head moved up and down the length of his young cock. She felt his fingers stroke through her long, dark hair as he grasped her head and pulled it down onto his raging cock. She expected this and just swallowed his entire cock as she sucked on his manhood. It only took a moment for his balls to explode, sending gallons of cum into Karen's mouth. Karen swallowed and drank as fast as she could. She'd forgotten just how much cum a young boy could have, especially when he was as aroused as this kid was. "Oh, lady, that was fantastic!" he moaned as Karen's lips continued to caress his softening cock. Carefully, she eased his cock back into his pants and closed them for him. As she started to stand up, he looked at her with amazing lust in his eyes and helped her to her feet. Nervously he looked over at his boss. 

"You don't often get a tip like that one," he said jokingly to the boy, "and when you do, it's something to remember, huh?" The boy nodded, afraid to say a word. "You can go back to work now and keep your mouth shut about it," he added. The boy nodded again and then smiling at Karen, he drank in her beautiful body one last time before leaving. Karen picked up her clothes as the maitre d. watched her. 

"My dear, you are welcome to pay your bill here like this at any time," he said as he walked over and slid his arm around her slender waist. I slid out the side door and headed for the valet parking.

"May I use your bathroom?" she asked as his hand fondled her huge tits. Her massive chest was still heaving and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest. 

"Of course," he said as he guided her to the bathroom. He waited as she cleaned herself out and got dressed. She fixed her make-up and brushed her hair. When she came back out he again reached around and fondled her magnificent body as he walked her to the door. 

The car arrived just as Karen was coming out the front door and the attendant helped Karen get in. I called to the boy and as he peeked through the window of Karen's door, I held up a dollar. As he reached in to take it, I smiled and nodded at Karen. She took his hand and guided it over her huge breasts and then taking the money from me handed it to the young boy. He smiled and stood up speechless as we drove away laughing. 

"Did you take care of the check?" I asked teasingly.

"How could you do that to me?" she asked with a bit of annoyance in her voice. "I had to screw the maitre d. and then to top it all, I had to suck off a high school kid," she complained.

"Yes I know. But you seemed to enjoy it and so did the kid," I said. Karen looked at me amazed. As she started to ask me, I interrupted her. "I was in the foyer and watched the whole thing," I said. 

"You, you..." she started.

"Listen, don't kid me. I saw you swallowing that kid's cum. You drank it down like it was your favorite milkshake. Besides you gave him something he won't forget as long as he lives. I'll bet you were his first," I added. Karen smiled, realizing I was right, though it still embarrassed her a little.

"Let's go home," I said.

Arriving home we undressed and piled into the hot tub. Karen rubbed my body as the warm water cascaded over us. "I'm very proud of the way you performed this evening," I said. Karen smiled. "Now I'm going to whip you before making love to you." I continued. 

Karen was not completely thrilled by the prospect of being beaten but she remembered how sensitive it had made her body and what made it all okay, was my use of the words "make love to you." Karen knew that our lovemaking would be particularly special tonight and she was excited about the prospect.

I lay several large towels over the table in the den and had Karen lie down on her back. The towels would protect her back against the hardness of the wood. I drew her legs up over her head and tied them to the edge of the table. She was almost in the plow position, with her legs spread to the corners of the table and her ass and thighs completely exposed and available. Her sweet pussy pointed straight up to the ceiling. 

As her knees were slightly bent I lay a piece of wood across the backs of her knees and clipped her nipple chain to it with a rubber band. Now each time her legs moved, her breasts would be pulled up by the band. The tension was tight enough to work but loose enough not to hurt her. She would feel each lash in her tits as well as wherever it landed. 

"Since you were so good before, I'll give you your choice. Lash, whip or paddle?" I asked as I traced my fingers across the back of her exposed thigh. Karen loved the feeling of my fingers teasing the backs of her thighs before she was to be beaten. It excited her and got all of her nerves ready for what was to come. 

"Lash." she whispered softly. Picking up the leather lash, I caressed her inner thigh with my palm and then slid my fingers into her upturned pussy. I hit her across the backs of her thighs and as her legs bounced under the lash, her breasts were pulled by the rubber band holding her nipple chain. Her powerful love muscles clamped tightly around my fingers as they pressed deeper into her exposed quim. Red marks began to crisscross her smooth thighs and then I removed my fingers from her drenched pussy. I continued to beat her upturned ass and then the lash crept between her thighs and kissed her oozing pussy. Karen gasped in pain and pleasure as the leather caressed her womanflesh, kissing her erect clit. 

"How many strokes do you want straight across that wonderful pussy of yours?" I asked. 

"Three." she whispered hoping it was enough to make me feel she was accepting but too few to really hurt and three is what she got. The leather throngs cut down between her thighs and bit into the soft flesh of her swollen pussy lips. Her pussy was a bubbling pool of cum as I lowered my face to her gushing quim. Karen gasped as my lips touched hers and I licked her pussy. Her clit stood up eagerly and my lips and tongue went after it. I drank in the sweetness of her beautiful, young body. 

Dropping the whip, I dove deeper into her pussy as my fingers danced across her beaten flesh. Karen had provided a lot of pleasure today and now it was her turn. I released her breasts and then her feet, easing her body down onto the table. Karen kept her legs bent and I pulled the towels forward until her ass rested at the very edge of the table. Sitting down, I kissed her thigh and then began to eat her sweet pussy as cum continued to ooze out of her loins. 

Karen's body was overcome with passion as my tongue caressed her pussy and teased her clit. Her legs shook as orgasms periodically rippled through her sweet, young body. Finally she reached down and pulled my face out of her oozing quim. "Enough!" she whispered hoarsely as her body fell back exhausted. I helped her sit up and as she did so her beaten thighs pressed against the towel and she winced in pain. 

"I'm sorry." I said as I helped her to roll over and I smoothed lotion onto her beaten thighs. As the pain in her legs eased, I helped her up. "You'll need to sleep on your stomach tonight." I said and Karen nodded. "And I have a way to help you." I added. 

"I'd like you to braid your hair like an Indian." I said and Karen began to comb her long hair and braid it. I handed her two long leather laces and she tied the ends of her braids with them. She looked very sexy. I led Karen to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. As she climbed on top of me, I kissed her deeply as my fingers caressed her back. She slid her body down until her face was poised above my cock. I could see her braids dangling down across my stomach, framing her beautiful lust-filled face. Opening her mouth, she sucked my cock between her sweet lips. I felt her mouth begin to work on my shaft once again as she pleasured my manhood. Guiding her head along the length of my shaft, it didn't take long for me to fill her mouth with cum. 




Karen Ch. 10



Drinking down my seed, Karen continued to suck on my spent tool as her talented fingers teased my balls and ass. I pulled gently on her braids and then taking hold of the long, leather laces, I lifted my ass and wound the two strips of leather under my body and then around my waist. Tying the two ends in a bow, Karen's mouth was literally tied onto my cock. "I hope to fall asleep feeling your mouth caressing my cock and wake up to the same feeling." I said as I reached over to turn out the lights. 

Karen continued to suck on my cock as she tried to discover just how far she could move her head. She was able to slide up and down most of my shaft and I drifted off to sleep as she continued to caress my manhood with her talented tongue. 

There is no better way to wake up than to the feel of a talented mouth sucking on your morning hard-on. And that was exactly the way I awoke. Karen was teasing my balls with her long fingernails as her tongue worked its magic on my cock until it exploded, sending gobs of sticky cum across her tongue and down her throat. 

Untying her braids, I lifted her body and rolled her over onto her back. Karen slid her legs open as I lowered my body into her warm saddle. I kissed her passionately as my chest came down onto her bound nipples. I kissed and licked her lips and face and then began to nibble my way down to her massive breasts. Karen moaned softly as I sucked on her pierced nipples and she felt my ramrod brush against her soft thighs. 

Karen's head rolled from side to side as I licked my way down to her seething pussy. Her thighs parted even wider as she felt my tongue slide along the edge of her soft, brown mat and then brush across her erect clit. She moaned softly as my lips enveloped her clit and I sucked it into my mouth. I began to tease her love button as my teeth gently held her clit and the tip of my tongue teased the tip. She began to writhe beneath me as I began to suck her clit between my lips and draw it back and forth across my teeth. Karen screamed softly as a powerful orgasm wracked her magnificent body. 

I felt Karen's hands on my head as I sucked on her erect love button. Her body began to buck gently as my mouth began to bring her to orgasm after orgasm. Karen's body began to buck uncontrollably as I was able to bring her to orgasms at will. Once again I felt Karen's powerful thighs clamp around my ears, but this time to keep my tongue away from her oozing pussyflesh. I laughed to myself as I began to lift my body up. 

Karen released my head and I began to nibble my way up her body as she felt my cock slide against the inside of her thigh. As my lips reached her neck, she felt my cock slide between her engorged pussy lips as I entered her oozing quim. I felt her body shudder as my cock moved deep into her luscious body. Wrapping her arms around me, Karen held me still in her body for a moment. Then I felt her loosen her grip and thrust her hips onto my ramrod. 

Gently I began to move inside her body as I felt her powerful love muscles begin to massage my cock as it moved inside her. This was a gently passionate lovemaking session as we kissed and caressed each other as our bodies melded together. I nibbled on Karen's neck and shoulders as she writhed beneath me. My thrusts into her seething loins were long and slow filling her fully with each stroke. I felt her long fingernails rake across my shoulders as I felt her insides flood and my cock filled her tight quim. We nestled into each other's arms and drifted back off to sleep. 

To be continued... 

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