0 comments/ 94314 views/ 4 favorites Knowledge is Power Ch. 1 By: Ridinghoodswolf The nurse brought the laptop to me in my hospital bed. It was in the same black canvas case all of us carried our portables in, the logo of our company embroidered on the flap. I didn't know until later when I opened it at home that it wasn't my laptop, it was Andy's. Mine had been destroyed in the crash. Andy and I worked as software engineers at a dot com that services the consumer credit industry. Andy had worked there about a year when I arrived. He was the quintessential computer geek, a brilliant programmer, but seriously lacking in the social graces. I was much more adept in the social department, but I was nowhere near as good a programmer as Andy. The most notable thing about Andy was that he always had a beautiful woman on his arm. Always different, always beautiful, always devoted to Andy the Supernerd. This was a source of mystery to all of us, given that he had all the social skill of a computer keyboard. Speculation about his strange success with women, as you might expect, became the subject of much office gossip. Andy and I became friends of a sort; perhaps because I never joined in the speculation, nor did I act like Andy having beautiful girlfriends was the most absurd thing I'd ever heard of. I never asked him about his women, he never offered any information. We mostly talked work and baseball, but I could tell he considered me to be more of a friend than the rest of our co-workers. I got a taste of his strange power over women one night in an elevator at an out of town trade show. It was late at night, and I was retiring to my room after my own unsuccessful attempts to find companionship in the hotel lounge. I'd just stepped on the elevator and turned around, when Andy and one of his beauties stepped through the doors. They were giggling, and I smelled liquor. "Hey Dave," Andy said. He whispered into the girl's red hair. I couldn't hear what he said, but the pretty girl didn't like it at all. She pulled back, her face draining of color. "No, Andy," she whimpered. "Please." "Do it, or it's those boys we passed on the corner. All of them. And they didn't look as clean as Dave here." His voice was a snarl. I didn't know he had a snarl in him; he had never seemed the type. He reached over and pulled the emergency stop button on the elevator. The redhead's eyes were filled with tears as she stepped to me and kneeled down. Taken by surprise, I stepped back, but there was nowhere to go. I leaned into the wall as she unzipped my trousers. "Andy..." I started, but he interrupted. "Let her suck your dick, Dave," he said. "She's a little slut, she knows it, and she loves when she gets treated like it." His argument was moot anyway, as she had already taken my penis in her mouth. I leaned against the wall, taken completely by surprise. I thought about pushing her away, but I was horny, she was sexy and pretty, and her wet warm mouth felt so good. I began to move my hips slowly, my hands caressing her hair, my eyes closed. "No, no, no," Andy protested. "Fuck her mouth, Dave. Stop being such a pussy and fuck her." I began to stroke in and out a little faster, but still relatively gently. Dave unbuckled his pants and pulled out his leather belt with a flourish, the tail of the belt snapping on the loops. The girl flinched at the sound. "If you don't treat her like the whore she is, I'll whip her while she sucks you." The redhead stopped her attentions for a moment and looked up at me with her big soft eyes. "Please Dave, do what he says. I don't really mind, you seem nice. If you don't he'll..." she was interrupted by Andy's belt striking her ass through thin material of her dress. She yelped in pain, and began sucking me with enthusiasm. "Shut up, bitch," Andy said. "Your job is to be a warm wet hole. Dave, your job is to fuck this slut's face. Are you going to do it, or do I go wake up John from marketing?" This scene was way outside my sexual experience. In fact, at the time I hadn't even read about anything like this, I certainly hadn't done anything like it, and I never would have imagined that someday I'd be an expert practitioner of sexual dominance. This day I was embarrassed and shocked at this young woman's compliance. I must admit, though, I was very turned on, more aroused than I'd ever been in my life. It wasn't just the beauty and skill of Andy's girlfriend either, it was the idea that she really didn't want to do it, but she was doing it because Andy wanted her too. I sensed she was getting her pleasure from obeying. I felt something click inside me. Something in me changed with that realization. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and began to stroke. "Yeah, Davey, go to town," Andy laughed. I was fucking her mouth seriously now, using handfuls of her hair for leverage. I pulled her around until her head was pressed into the corner, and began to fuck as hard and fast as I could, jamming her head into the wall. She gagged and choked, but I wouldn't stop or slow down. I was possessed with my own pleasure, and with using her to give me pleasure. "Play with my balls," I gasped hoarsely, my orgasm approaching rapidly. As soon as she touched my scrotum, I felt myself start to come. Then I did something I'd always wanted to do, but never had the guts. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, holding her head back by her hair, and came on her face. I came and came. I didn't know that much semen could come out of me. She had my cream on her cheeks, in her eyes, on her chin. I'd made a mess of her. "Clean up your face so we can get out of here. We need to go before someone figures out this elevator is stopped," Andy said to the redhead. "Do you have a something I can wipe myself with?" the girl asked. "No bitch. Use your fingers, then lick them off," Andy ordered. I almost got hard again watching her wipe my come off her face and then lick it off her own hands. Andy pushed the stop button back in, and the elevator began to move. The redhead was standing up, checking her face for stray drops of my juice. "You don't think she liked it?" Andy asked, noticing my dumbfounded expression. "Watch this." He pushed his hand under her dress. He played with her for less than a minute before she had a violent, screaming orgasm, clutching at the wall, his arm, my arm, anything she could reach. She had just gotten her composure back when the elevator doors opened to Andy's floor. Andy wiped his wet fingers on her cheek as they walked out. "You know, Dave, I always knew you weren't a wimp. I knew that about you from the beginning. The redhead gave my hand a little squeeze as they passed me, out the doors and on to Andy's room. Andy and I were on the same flight home the next day, but the plane was full and we couldn't sit together. We agreed to share a cab from the airport. I hoped we'd be able to talk about the night before, but it wasn't to be. The bus hit us not two minutes after getting into the cab. I had some minor cuts and bruises. Andy was killed instantly. By mistake, I got his laptop... Knowledge is Power Ch. 2 I was home for two weeks recovering from the accident that killed Andy. I could have returned to work right away, but the company insisted I take the time off. The second day at home, bored stiff and fearing how behind I'd be in two weeks, I opened my laptop, turned it on, and immediately realized it wasn't my computer I had brought home, but Andy's. "Oh, well," I thought. "I'll just log in to the company network from Andy's computer." I had opened it and started to dial in when I saw an unfamiliar icon on the computer desktop. The icon was a strange symbol, kind of like a yin/yang symbol, but in three parts instead of two. Intrigued, I double clicked the icon and the program opened. The top of the window said, "KnowledgeFuck, by Andy Domson." Unfortunately though, a password window opened too. Very curious now, I tried several passwords, but nothing worked. I tried Andy's phone number, his address, his employee number, any number I could think of that Andy might have used. I was about to give up when I remembered that I had ftp'd some files a few weeks ago from Andy's personal site. I'd had to use a password to log in; perhaps I'd saved it. Knowing that people often use the same password for different applications, I figured there was a good chance it might work. Frantic by now, I dug around my computer desk, sifting through the accumulated paper. Finally I found it, an eight-digit combination of letters and numbers. I was just about to try the number when my girlfriend walked in. "Hi sweetie," she said brightly, bending over to apply one of her all-American pecks. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" "You don't sound glad to see me," she pouted. She sat down abruptly on the bed, bouncing me a little. "No, I am, really," I lied. What I really wanted was to explore Andy's database. I felt sure it would reveal something about his amazing power over women. The power he used to have, that is. "Well, you don't act like you're glad." Actually, I was becoming glad she was here, or more accurately, my dick was becoming glad. It was beginning to push against my robe. Something about my plain vanilla girlfriend was turning me on, a rather unusual occurrence as of late. Then it came to me. The way she flounced down on the bed reminded me of the way the redhead in the elevator had dropped to her knees when Andy ordered her to give me head. Something about that night had infected me like a virus. "How's this for interested," I said, and pulled her to me. I kissed her hard and passionately. She responded for a moment, then pulled away. "I don't have time for this," she said. "I have to go back to work. I just stopped by for a minute." Ignoring her, I pulled her to me again, kissing her hard. I had my hand on the back of her head, pressing her mouth against mine. My other hand began to feel her breasts. Usually I worked slowly into more sexual touching; I didn't just start groping her. Now I was definitely groping, squeezing and kneading her breasts roughly as my tongue violated her mouth. She pulled away again. "I mean it, Dave. I don't have time. Look, you're wrinkling my blouse. What's gotten in to you? You're acting like some kind of caveman or something." I responded by grabbing her blonde hair and pulling her down on the bed on her back. I began undoing her belt buckle and unbuttoning her slacks. She kept trying to push my hand away. "Quit fooling around, I mean it," she ordered. "Believe me, I'm not fooling around," I said. I got her pants loose and pushed my hand down between her legs. I slipped my fingers between the folds of her pussy. She was a starting to get a little wet. I slipped a finger into her. "I said no, damn it," she said and grabbed my wrist with both hands. "I'm not going to sleep with you right now, I have to get back to work." I know I should have stopped, but the feeling I'd had stroking my cock into that redhead's mouth wouldn't leave me. I'd been obsessed with the powerful eroticism of the act since it happened. I'd been having vivid dreams about it. I knew I was going to take my girlfriend, with or without her consent. I freed my hand from her grip, grabbed both her wrists, and pinned them down against the mattress, holding them above her head. I held her there with my left hand while my right pulled her pants the rest of the way down. I tore her panties off as she squirmed and struggled. She opened her mouth to say something and I stuffed her torn panties into her mouth like a makeshift gag. I maneuvered my hips around so the head of my cock was positioned right at the entrance of her slick opening. She had always told me I was very gentle during sex. She said it like it was a compliment, but I often felt there was an unstated reproach just below the surface of the compliment. This time I wasn't gentle. Poised above her pussy, I suddenly slammed into her as hard as I could. She was very wet by now, so I went in all the way to the hilt, our pelvic bones crashing into each other. I fucked her like that for about ten strokes, driving into her as hard as I could fuck. Just as suddenly I stopped and pulled out. Her eyes opened wide when I did that, and she sort of involuntary bucked her hips once before beginning to struggle again. I put the tip of my prick against her pussy once again, as if I planned to penetrate her. This time though, I just softly parted her lips with the head, moistening the tip. I pulled out and slid my wet cock up along the length of her pussy, across her clitoris. Pulling back, I let the length of my dick slide back down until the head was again parting her pussy lips. I repeated this move very slowly and deliberately for a couple of minutes. I could tell I was making her crazy because she would moan and suck in her breath when my shaft was caressing her clit, and she would thrust her hips towards me whenever the head of my cock was resting at the entrance to her pussy. She had stopped struggling. She was breathing heavily through her nose. I continued to hold her wrists with my left hand as I removed the panties from her mouth with my right. She gasped for air. I slid into her very slowly all the way. She began to buck her hips wildly against me. I quickly withdrew. "Shhh," I said. "Slow down. I know you like it sweet and gentle, baby. I'm going to make love to you so sweet. That's what you want, right?" "No," she gasped. "What do you mean, no?" I resumed my excruciatingly slow penetration and retraction. "You don't want me to be gentle?" She shook her head back and forth. "Oh, I get it. You want me to stop fucking you. You want me to go back to rubbing your clit." She shook her head again. "No," she begged. "Please." "Please what?" I asked, innocent. "Please do it hard," she whispered. "You want me to fuck you hard? Like this?" I slammed into her once, and then withdrew again. "Is that what you want?" She started crying very softly. "Yes, yes. Please." "You want to be fucked hard? Like some whore? Is that what you want?" "Yes," she cried. "Fuck me hard." "Say 'Fuck me like a whore'," I commanded. I continued slowly stroking in and out. "You're driving me crazy, goddammit!" she cried out. I pulled all the way out. "Say it," I commanded. "All right, all right. Fuck me like a whore." I grabbed her face in my right hand and looked into her eyes, my face very close to hers. "Say it like you mean it. You want to be fucked like a whore, a slut, now say it and mean it." She was crying and humiliated, but her need was very strong. "Please, Dave. Fuck me like a whore. Treat me like your whore." I slid in all the way and pulled back out, still very slowly. I whispered in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you hard now. Is that really what you want?" "Yes, yes. Please." she whispered back. I continued my slow stroking. "Any second now, I'm going to try to hurt your pussy with my cock." Her breathing increased. She sounded like she was hyperventilating. "Are you ready? I'm going to fuck you hard." I drove into her as hard as I could. Letting go of her wrists I grabbed her legs just behind the knees. I pushed down hard, pressing her knees up into her body, spreading her as wide as she'd go. I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. She'd never been very vocal during sex, but she was wild this time, making loud unintelligible sounds, thrashing her head back and forth, and breathing like she was running a sprint. She came at least twice before I did. I knew from what she'd told me before that this was the first time she'd ever orgasmed from just intercourse. When I finished I lay on the bed beside her. "Never say no to me again," I said, stroking her cheek. "If we're alone and I want to fuck you, that's what I'm going to do. I'm not putting up with any more of your irrational temper tantrums either. Next time that happens you're going to find yourself bent over something, getting fucked up the ass." Her eyes grew as big as the pillows we'd knocked on the floor. Suddenly, impulsively, she grabbed my face and kissed me hard. It was the most passionate and the sweetest kiss we'd ever shared. It ended suddenly when she pushed me away violently. "You son of a bitch," she shouted, jumping up. "I can't believe what you just did." She picked up her pants from the floor and pulled them on. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" I made a move to get up. Remembering what I'd said about tantrums, she grabbed her things and bolted out the front door to her car. After she left, I sat and thought about what had come over me the last few days since Andy introduced me to the redhead. I was thinking about everything that had happened when I remembered Andy's computer. I typed in the password and pressed "Enter." The program opened. I saw right away that I was in a database program, set up like a contact manager. It looked like it contained hundreds of contacts. Funny thing was, all the records had women's names. I clicked on a name at random, and the record sprang into view. At the top right of the window was a picture of an attractive dark-haired woman. It wasn't a posed shot; it looked like someone had photographed her coming out of an apartment building. Her name, address, phone number and email address were all in the record, as well as a long list of one-line entries below the basic information. I clicked an entry that said "Web Sites Visited" and another window opened. Scanning the sites this woman had visited, I realized that only sexual web sites were noted, specifically the erotic story sites. I could tell what sites she had visited, what she looked at on the sites and how many times she had visited. Andy's program was somehow logging this woman's web activity, among other things. I opened more records and more categories. It was becoming clear. Andy had found a way to tap in to the sexual proclivities of hundreds of women who use the Internet. A smile slowly crossed my face as I began to imagine the possibilities. To Be Continued... Knowledge is Power Ch. 3 I looked through Andy’s program and chose my first…well, victim. She was about thirty, kind of shy and a little mousy, judging by her picture. She worked as a secretary in a government office. I had access to her emails from home, as well as a list of every link she visited and when. I used this information to study her habits. As she was my first, I ended up over studying her, as I was to find out later that you didn’t need quite so much information to pull this off. I found out from her emails what time she went to work, so I showed up at her building and simply sat on the stairs in grubby clothes and an old hat, watching everyone who entered. I recognized her right away from the picture stored in Andy’s database. I had been right about my first assessment of her being kind of mousy. She was dressed in a tan shirt and a brown skirt. Her clothes were too loose to show her figure. She wore her hair up. When she walked by other people on the sidewalk, she looked down, even looking down when people greeted her who obviously knew her. She was just the type of woman who went to work every day, went grocery shopping, went to the movies, and no one noticed her. I shook my head with wonder thinking about the kind of sexual interests I knew this shy unassuming woman had. I went home and reviewed her file in Andy’s database. I had figured out that the database tracked women based on their emails. All you had to do is enter an email, and the program began automatically tracking all emails and sites visited by the person’s web browser. It flagged anything sexual, but the complete list was available with a click of the mouse. This woman was mainly interested in two things. She loved to read erotic stories about force, not rough force, but guys who took over and ignored protests. She seemed to like the idea of being swept away by a man’s passion. Recently she had been interested in something else. She had begun to read a lot of stories about anal sex. She read everything about anal she could find. She looked for FAQs about anal sex and anal masturbation, she looked for erotic stories about anal sex, especially first time stories, and she had visited pages that sold anal toys, though she had not purchased any. From her emails to girlfriends I was able to determine that her last relationship had ended about a year and a half before. She had not had a date since. She had written to her girlfriend that he wasn’t adventurous enough sexually. Her girlfriend had recommended to her to suggest more adventurous things, but she had replied that, “She just couldn’t do that, and besides that’s the man’s job. It wouldn’t be the same if I had to do it.” I knew from her file that she sometimes donated a little money to the local animal shelter, so I dropped by the shelter and picked up some flyers for an upcoming fundraiser. This time I dressed nicely and stood outside her building at about the time she came to work and passed out the flyers. I turned away when I saw her approaching, and began handing out flyers in the other direction. My tactic worked, because she came up to me and asked me for a brochure. We struck up a conversation, and I asked her if she wanted to get a drink after work. I suggested a place I knew she liked that was in walking distance to her apartment. She blushed – she was very shy – but she couldn’t hide her pleasure at being asked out. I knew it was her first date for over a year. We met that night at the little bar, and I was my full charming self. I had to draw her out, but like most women once I got her talking she began to enjoy herself and come out. It’s amazing how much people like you if you can just get them talking about themselves. When I sensed she was really enjoying herself, I looked at my watch and suggested it was time to go. She looked taken aback, but picked up her purse and put on her jacket. “May I offer you a ride home?” I said. “No, that’s okay, I just live a block away.” “In that case, I’ll walk you home,” I said. When we reached her apartment building she turned to me and stuck out her hand. “It’s been great meeting you, thanks, I had a great time,” she said. I reached past her hand, grabbed her waist, and pulled her to me. I held her tight against me and looked down into her eyes. I stared at her right up to the moment of discomfort, and then I kissed her. I felt her lips open up, and when they did, I kissed her more deeply and passionately. I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were blinking. “I want to come inside,” I said. “I, um, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” she said. “Do you have a couch?” “What?” “Do you have a couch?” I repeated. “Yes.” “I want to sit on your couch for a little while and kiss you some more.” She paused for a minute. “Okay,” she said, her voice a whisper. We went inside, and I put my plan into action. As soon as we were in the door I kissed her again, more passionately than before. She responded, so soft and willing. I broke the kiss. “Listen,” I said. “I am incredibly turned on right now. You are too hot to resist. You are one of those women who are shy on the outside but so hot and sexy inside. I saw that in you this morning when I first laid eyes on you. I have a lot of intuition, and I can sense things about you. I have to have you.” Before she could respond, I kissed her again, this time harder, a little rougher. Before she could think, I turned her around and pushed her over the padded arm of the sofa. “What are you doing?” she asked, in a trembling voice. “Something you want. And truthfully…” I said, with a little laugh, “It doesn’t matter that much if you want it or not. You’ve made me crazy tonight, and I want you.” I pushed up her brown skirt and pulled down her hose and panties. She gasped. “Wait, wait,” she protested, in the pleading way of someone who knows what is coming is inevitable. I pulled the bottle of lubricant out of my front pocket. It was warm from my body. I poured a generous amount in my hand and rubbed it up and down her crack. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she said, more to herself than to me. “I’m going to teach you about anal sex,” I said. “I had a sense about you. I can tell the kind of women who want anal sex.” Yeah, sure. When I have a database that tracks their sexual interests, I thought. “Listen to me. My job is to get you prepared to enjoy this. Your job is to relax and do what I tell you. I’m going to put my fingers in you first. Each time I penetrate you, I want you to push like you’re trying to go. This will make it easier.” I immediately pushed my index finger inside her. She gasped and began to breathe heavily. “You’ve put your finger up there before, haven’t you?” I said. I didn’t know this for sure, but I was pretty sure. “Haven’t you? Don’t lie, I can tell you have.” She didn’t say anything. So I leaned over and looked in her face. She turned away. I grabbed her hair and gently but firmly pulled her face where I could see it. She was blushing so furiously that her face was glowing red. “You’re a little ass-slut, aren’t you?” She didn’t answer and I continued my maneuvers. I pushed my finger in and out of her until it was easy. I kept adding lube, pushing it inside her. I pushed in a second finger and she relaxed quickly this time. I added a third. At the third finger, she made her first sound of any pain, but that quickly relaxed, too. “You’ve stuck things up your ass before, haven’t you? You little slut, I knew it.” I poured more lube in my hand, and rubbed it on my cock, which was so hard it almost hurt. I placed the head at the entrance. She was loose enough from the three fingers; I knew it was going to work quickly. I pushed the head in, and she gasped, putting her hand back on my thigh to slow me. I pushed on. When I was fully inside her, I began to slowly move a little in, and a little out. She was well lubed at this point, so I was soon able to increase my speed and length of stroke. Soon I was fully fucking her, grabbing her hips and slamming in to her. She wasn’t a loud moaner or a screamer, but I could tell from the noises she did make that she was extremely aroused. Suddenly, she came, and she did scream a little. I laughed. “That was your first time getting fucked in the ass, wasn’t it?” “Yes,” she said, through heavy breaths. “And you came without me even touching your pussy. Well, now it’s my turn. You’re going to do my favorite. Lie down on your back on the floor.” She quickly complied, and I thought, Wow, she is taking domination and anal sex like no one I’ve ever seen. When she was down on the floor, I straddled her face, facing her legs. My hairy crack was right in her face. I began to stroke myself. At first, I was just slowly stroking, and then I felt her kiss my ass cheeks on either side of my crack. She was sucking and kissing, and I knew she was trying to get her courage up. “Go ahead,” I said. “You want to and I want you to.” I felt her tentatively kiss inside the crack, coming closer to where we both wanted her to be. I lowered myself a little more, and she found the spot with her tongue. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I want. Lick Daddy’s ass.” As she gained enthusiasm and confidence, I began to stroke my dick in earnest. With her warm wet tongue working my asshole, and my hand pounding my cock, I was soon close to coming. I let out a groan, as I came, and she did just the right thing, working her tongue up inside me as far as it would go as I was coming. Thick white ropes of semen covered her lower belly and her brown skirt. I stood up. “Here’s my number,” I said, dropping my card on the coffee table. “Call me if you want to get together again. I pulled my pants back on, and left.