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Just an Old-Fashioned Romance

By: aegrisomnia



Introduction:

This story is intended to be a modern romance with a kinky twist. For the romance, I've worked hard to provide sympathetic characters, an interesting story, and, of course, a happy ending. For the kink, I've provided BDSM, non-consent, incest, anal, minor scat, exhibitionism, implied gay, mature, interracial, and group. Please let me know if I succeeded with either the romance or the kink. Or, best of all, if I succeeded in blending them together. 

My first scene was inspired by Cockatoo's "The Bondage Bench." If you read his excellent story, you will find an unmistakable family resemblance.

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Act 1:

"Do you remember what the box looked like?"

"Yea, Jake. I think it was yellow with 'Tom's Photo Shop' on it."

It was a Saturday morning and the first really warm day of the year. Carol was wearing a tube top and shorts and looking just as good as it's possible for a stunning redhead to look and still be legal, as Carol and Jake searched through the basement of Jake's house looking for a box of pictures from their childhood. 

Jake led the way through the piled up memories, some of them too valuable to throw away, some of them too painful. 

"I remember seeing it, but it's been years. I think it was over here. What do you want them for?"

"I was telling Karen about them last night and she wanted to see them."

Carol and Jake had grown up next door to each other until her father's business took off and her family moved into the big house at the edge of town. She was the major love of his life from the time he first discovered what girls were. They had always been very close, but, at her insistence, it was brother and sister close, and Jake had married someone else. That marriage ended a couple of years earlier when his wife died of cancer. 

"Well, we've looked in all the obvious places. I'll get a flashlight and start moving some of this stuff around so we can look behind it."

Jake was a good-looking, caring, intelligent man with an ironic sense of humor and considerable quiet charm, but Carol had never taken him seriously as a love interest. Part of the reason may have been the difference in their heights, Carol was three inches taller than Jake and had been since they were teenagers together. That didn't mean Jake was short, he was a perfectly respectable five foot eleven, but Carol had grown to be six foot two, which made the fact that she was taller than him noticeable, especially if she was wearing heels. Also, he wasn't obviously muscular. He had a lean runner's body with more bulk in the arms and shoulders from summers spent working construction to earn money for school. It was firm and strong, but not showy; like the rest of him--quiet. Carol went for the bulky, domineering, exploiter types, and her life had been one abusive relationship after another. In the last couple of years, she'd added drinking too much, experimenting with drugs and unprotected sex with strangers. And, when she landed on her ass--again, Jake was always there to pick her up and take her home. Good old dependable Jake.

"Wait. What's in here, Jake? We haven't looked in here yet."

"No! It's not in there! Carol, don't go in there!"

"What secrets are you hiding in this room, Jake? I want to see."

"Damn it, Carol! Don't go in there!"

"Oh! Is that what I think it is? I had no idea you were such a pervert!"

What she was referring to was a bondage bench Jake built for his late wife, Mary. It was a narrow padded bench with a couple of planks with padded wrist holes between them, like eighteenth century pillory stocks, at one end, and split to hold the victims legs apart at the other. Straps for chest, waist, thighs and ankles were located at appropriate places along its length. 

After Mary died Jake left the bench and the room that held it pretty much untouched. It was Mary's special room: her playground, and became even more important to her after her illness, and the equally debilitating medical treatment, robbed her of her hair, her figure, and eventually all sensation in her body. When all she could feel was pain and nausea, she could still enjoy the fantasy. Even two years later, deciding what to do with the room was just too painful for Jake to face.

"Come on, Carol! It's not that big a deal! Don't tell me you haven't experimented a little yourself."

"A little, yes. But I never built an entire dungeon! Oh, I can't wait to tell Karen! No wonder you wanted me to come down to the basement. You wanted to get me into your lair."

Karen was Carol's roommate. She was, if possible, even more self-destructive than Carol, and a compulsive gossip. Nothing was private once Karen knew it. 

"Carol, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Karen. This is a little personal, you know."

"Ha! Tell her what? That you're a closet perv? That you lured me down here with wicked designs on my body?" 

She climbed on the table, and pushed her hands through the holes in the head board. 

"Oooooh noooo! I'm caught and can't get away! Ooooh, Sir, what do you mean to doooo with me?" 

The reason Mary and Jake had chosen the stocks design instead of wrist cuffs was because it allowed Mary to bond herself. When she wanted to play on the bench, she would take off her clothes, buckle on the ankle cuffs, put on the blindfold, shove her hands through the holes in the head board, and wait for Jake to come home from work. The way the padding in the wrist holes was slanted made it easy to push through but impossible to pull back out. The weight of the upper plank and the lack of leverage from lying flat on her back with her arms extended above her head made it difficult, but not impossible, to lift the top plank and escape. Jake had insisted on that safety feature. But, there was a trick to it and it took a while to figure out if you didn't already know it. Mary had insisted on the trick so it wouldn't feel too easy to escape and spoil the illusion.

Carol wiggled her hips and spread her legs to match the shape of the bench. 

"Ha ha! Help, oh hellllp! I'm facing a fate worse than death! Come on, Jake. Aren't you going to finish strapping me down? Then what do you do, whips and chains? Come on, show me your nasty tricks."

Although she was very attractive in her shy way, Mary was not beautiful, rich or smart; and Jake knew all along he was not in love with her in the same way he had always loved Carol. But she was a kind, generous and courageous woman who just happened to like bondage. Her memory deserved better than the obscene mockery taking place in front of his eyes, and about to be spread all over town as soon as Carol could find some of her friends to laugh over it with. 

"Actually, Carol, I built the bench, as well as the rest of this room, at Mary's request. She liked bondage quite a lot. Toward the end it was one of the few pleasures left to her. She didn't tell anyone because she was worried people would make fun of her, just as you're doing now. She was afraid it would be spread all over town, just as you're planning to do as soon as you leave here. You know how shy she was, and how puritanical her family is."

"Ah, shit! It was just a joke! I didn't know this was Mary's!"

"Or care?"

"Damn it! Why do you say that? I told you it was just a joke!"

"Well, you were about to share the details of my sex life with Karen, which is the same thing as spreading it all over town. Who did you think I was having the sex with? You know I didn't cheat when she was alive, and you know I haven't dated since she died. Who else could it have been? If you're laughing with Karen over me being a pervert, you're laughing at Mary, too."

"That's it! I'm outa' here! Help me off this thing, I'm stuck!"

"Yes, that's the way we designed it."

"Damn it! Help me up! I'm leaving!"

"Not for a while yet, Carol."

"This isn't funny, Jake! Let me go, right now!"

"Oh, I'll let you go, all right. And when I do, I want you to get the hell out of my life and stay out! I don't ever want to see you or hear from you again! But first, I think I ought to show you exactly what it is you're laughing at."

"That's not funny, Jake. Let me outa' here. Damn it! What the hell are you doing?"

Jake pulled off her sandals. 

"I'm taking your clothes off. It's customary, you know. I understand there are special costumes for it, but Mary and I always did bondage nude."

"You're in trouble now, buddy! This is rape!"

"Yes, I suppose it is. Oh, lighten up, Carol! It's not like I haven't seen it all before. Usually in the shower, washing the cum and the puke off before carrying you home." 

Jake reached up and tugged down her shorts. Carol was kicking and thrashing her legs around, but she really didn't stand a chance.

"You'll go to jail! Your life will be ruined, damn it!"

"My wife of six years died in agony in my arms, I'm drowning in medical bills, the business I've poured my soul into for ten years is skating on the edge of bankruptcy, I haven't had sex in over three years, the woman I've loved since we were children treats me like I'm her maid, and I'm about to be branded a dangerous pervert. I don't see that I have much to lose." 

Jake pulled her panties off.

"Like you say, we've been close since we were children, why do you want to destroy our friendship like this?"

"Carol! We don't have a friendship! Friendships are reciprocal. Our relationship is: I take care of you; you laugh at me. There's nothing to destroy." 

Jake pulled her tube top down over her hips. She wasn't wearing a bra.

"It can change! Look, you've made your point! You don't have to do this!"

"I don't think it can change. I honestly think you'll keep doing what you're doing until it kills you. But not to worry. In a couple hours you can go back to the guys who just want a warm hole to fuck. You can be happy then. And I swear, you'll never be bothered by me again. ...Is that too tight?" 

Jake had secured her ankles to the spread legs of the bench. He was cinching down the thigh straps, spreading her legs ridiculously wide in the process.

"Yea, it is. I don't like being spread like this with you watching. It makes me uncomfortable." 

"That's the whole point. You're completely at my mercy. You're supposed to feel like that." 

"What if I scream for help?"

"If you start screaming, you'll give yourself a sore throat. The reason Mary had me build this room in the middle of the basement and away from all the windows, was because she was very vocal when she came and it embarrassed her. Technically it's not sound proof, but you have to be inside the house to hear anything softer than a gun shot from this room. ...I'm putting on the blindfold now."

"Damn it! What's that for?"

"Shutting off sight heightens your sense of touch. It also increases your feelings of vulnerability and loss of control. It forces you to guess what nasty thing I'm going to do next. Comfy? I'm going to gather up my whips and chains now. Don't go away." 

He gave her clit a little pinch to give her something to think about while he was gone and set off for the storage cabinets. 

"Bastard!" 

But much as she hated to admit it, that little pinch did send a jolt right through her.

"Lady, you ain't seen nothin' yet." 

He set the pot of water and the pot of oil on the hot plates and inserted the thermometers. Then he started laying out his toys on the rolling table. Jake was new to bondage, and Mary had to teach him everything. But even before they were married he knew she didn't have long to live and, because it gave her pleasure, he was a diligent and inventive student. Over the years he'd built up quite an array of tactile stimulants and techniques for using them. From the feathers to the cat-o-nine-tails, from the mink mitten to the boar bristle brush, from the ice to the hot candle wax, he'd worked hard to learn exactly when and where to apply each.

After listening to Jake puttering around for what seemed like an hour, Carol heard a cart of some kind being rolled over to the bench and felt something hot and wet placed on her neatly trimmed bush. 

"HAAA!"

"I'm going to shave you, Carol. If you lie very still, I can do it without cutting you. If you struggle, you may accidentally lose your clit. Can you hold still or will I have to strap you down the rest of the way?" 

When she didn't answer, he snapped, "Talk to me, Cunt! What's it going to be?"

"I-I can hold still."

"Good choice," he said dryly.

Jake was gentle and very, very thorough. When he was done shaving her, he spent a few minutes just looking at her. He'd seen Carol naked plenty of times, usually at the end of a party laying in a pool of sweat and semen, sometimes vomit, but then he was looking at her clinically--as a friend who needed to be cleaned up and taken home. Now he was looking at her as a sexy woman. 

She really was spectacular. Her shoulder length hair fanned out around her face like the rising sun. It was the color of maple leaves in autumn. Under the blindfold she had chocolate eyes, rare for a redhead but striking on her, with laugh lines starting at the corners. Her cheek bones were high and very delicate. Her nose was straight with a dusting of freckles. She had lips that were just large enough to draw attention and that seemed to be stuck on the edge of a smile: that tantalizing place that made Jake wish for something, anything, that might push them over into the real thing. Her face was too long and thin to be a Celtic face and too freckled and pixieish to be Nordic. It was somewhere in between and seemed to have captured the best features of both. 

Her breasts were medium sized and conical, topped with nipples the same color as her eyes and freckled lightly on top. 

She had legs that were lyric poems all by themselves. They were long and muscled and so smooth they had to be felt to be believed. 

She had a domed mons that seemed to invite being fondled. A little bit to the left of center, her mons carried a birthmark in the shape of a willow leaf, with the rounded end at the top and the pointed end at the bottom, and slanted so it pointed right at her clit. It was as if Nature herself was directing your gaze to the part that most craved attention. The outer lips of her labia were long and seemed to always be slightly open so the inner lips and her prominent clit could be seen any time. 

But there were signs of wear and tear as well. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot more often than not. Her chin was beginning to double. Her upper arms and her butt were starting to thicken. Her stomach was getting soft. Jake wondered how long she could keep up her present life and still hold it all together. 

He ran a gentle hand over her crotch feeling for missed spots. As he fondled her, he noticed her arousal flush spreading over her neck and chest, half way to her navel. Jake had always been able to tell when Carol was turned on, even from clear across the room; but, since they'd never had sex, and he wasn't about to hang around and watch her with someone else, he'd never seen it in all its glory. Her body gave her away completely to anyone who cared enough to pay attention. 

Carol couldn't help noticing that being shaved did make her more sensitive. In spite of herself, she felt her hips moving in response to his touch. 

That was the signal Jake was looking for. He gave her mons a slap to get her attention, and started his assault. Hot followed by cold. Scratchy followed by soft. Pain followed by kisses. Soft almost-touches traced the inside of her arm, across her arm pit, up over her breast, just brushed her nipple, grazed her stomach, ending on her mons just short of her clit. Over and over and over and over. 

As he struggled to recall his old skills, he murmured very softly to himself, "Okay, Jake, concentrate. Watch her breasts. Watch her clit. Watch for changes in her skin color. Look for tensing in her abs. Look for movement in her hips. What winds her up. What pulls her down. She likes it rough, if it's followed by kisses. She likes it soft, but I have to get her attention first. Light fingertips grazing her skin wind her up. Tickling pulls her down. Good, the mink mitten works on her breasts. The bristle brush works on her thighs. The hot wax works on her stomach. The ice works on her face and neck. The feathers wind her up on her sides, and pull her down on her feet. The cat works on her mons if I lick it right after. Damn, she winds up easy! The trick is going to be pulling her back. Okay, let's go to work. Start patterns and break them. Do things at random. Let her build and pull her back. Let her build and pull her back. Let her build and pull her back. Tease her. Tease her. Tease her."

After twenty minutes, she started to beg. After twenty five minutes, Jake unfastened the thigh straps and she held her legs spread on her own. After thirty minutes, he unfastened the ankle cuffs and let her thrash and hump, looking for release. It wasn't good bondage technique because it lessened the intensity, but he needed her legs to be free and she was intense enough all on her own. After forty five minutes, she started to tire and he knew he had to finish it soon or loose her to cramps and exhaustion. Jake took off his clothes.

"So, Caroline, do you want to cum?" 

Jake was using the name of his childhood playmate, not the spoiled rich bitch she had become.

"Oh, god! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, god! Please, don't tease me any more! Please, let me cum! Please!"

"I don't know. What's in it for me?"

"Anything you want! I'll fuck you any time you want for the rest of your life! I'll give you three blow jobs a day! Please! Let me cum, please!"

"A blow job might do it, but it would have to be a good one. Why don't you suck me off and I'll think about letting you cum."

"Yes! Let me suck you! I'll make it good for you! Please! Put it in my mouth! Please!"

"Oh, all right, if you insist. Open your mouth and get ready to deep throat."

"Yes! Put it in! Cum in my mouth! I'll make it good for you! Please!"

Of course, Jake had an erection hard enough to cut glass. He'd have to be made of stone not to be turned by what Carol had been doing for the last hour. Also, Carol had a reputation for giving very good head. If he wasn't careful, he knew he'd cum much too soon and he needed to tease her a while longer. So he tried staying in her mouth for just a few seconds then pulling back out.

"I don't know, Caroline, that felt pretty halfhearted. Maybe I should let you think about it a little longer. You can try again when you've decided you're ready for an orgasm."

"No! Please! I can do better! Please! Put it back in! I'll make it good for you! Please, let me try again! Please!"

Jake slid between her lips again. 

'God!', he thought, 'She's not good, she's terrific!' 

In a panic he pulled back out and made a real effort to control his voice. 

"That was a little better, Caroline, but I still don't think you're ready. Maybe in another ten minutes."

"No! Please! One more chance! I'll do better! Please!"

"Because you beg so nicely, I'll let you have one more chance. But, if you don't get it right this time, I'll make you get dressed and go home."

"No! I can do better! I can do better! Please! Let me try again! Please!"

The inevitable happened. Five seconds after Carol's lips touched him, Jake was filling her mouth with the most powerful orgasm of his life. Holding on to the sides of the bench to keep from falling, he struggled to keep his legs under him and get his breath under control. 

Concentrating hard on keeping his voice steady, he drawled, "That wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Maybe you have earned an orgasm. But only a little one! And if you expect any thing at all, you're going to have to get your clit up here where I can reach it!" 

Jake watched from between her legs as Carol got her feet under her butt and pushed her hips as high in the air as they would go, her thighs spread wide, her calves straining to raise her up higher on her toes, her body arched like a bow, straining every fiber to bring her clit the smallest fraction closer to him. 


Just an Old-Fashioned Romance



All the while her head rolled from side to side uttering an unending mantra of, "Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."

Jake made her wait while he counted to ten. Then, without warning, he grabbed her hips, clamped his lips around her clitoris, and lashed it with his tongue as if it was his last meal on earth. 

Carol screamed and wrapped her legs around his head. Her body convulsed for several minutes, and the sounds coming out of her mouth were not moans, but hoarse animal howls. 

Before she came down completely, Jake started winding her up again. He knew her second orgasm would come faster than the first, so he had to be even more careful about holding her back from the edge. 

"Please, Jake! Don't tease me! Please, let me cum again! I'll do anything you want! Please!"

Jake quietly slipped on a condom. 

"That's a very generous offer. Put your legs on my shoulders and relax your sphincter. I'm going to fuck you in the ass."

"Oh, yes! I can do that! I can do that! Yes! Put it in my ass!"

Jake spent a couple of minutes lubricating her butt and opening her up with his fingers. He didn't want her to catch on that he was wearing a condom, so he was getting her ready to take him all in one thrust. Fortunately, she was quite experienced with anal and loosened up very quickly. As an added precaution, he pinched her clit to grab her attention just before he went in.

"Aaaaahhhhh! God! I can't believe it! I've cum already!"

"Of course you have, Caroline. I said you would, didn't I? You know I can make you cum any time I want, don't you."

"Yes! Oh, yes! Any time you want! Any way you want! Yes! Please!"

"My, my, such a greedy little slut. Selfish too. Here I am, working my butt off to give you a good time, and you just lay there and make me do all the work. I think I'll just pull out and send you home."

"No! No! I'll be good! I'll make it good! Please don't go! Is that better?" 

Carol rocked her hips, but her awkward position didn't give her much freedom of movement.

"No. You feel like you're paralyzed from the neck down. Put your feet on the bench and fuck me properly." 

"Sure, Jake! Whatever you want! How's that?"

Jake stood still and let Carol do the work. That left him free to concentrate on teasing her body and he was able to get three more orgasms out of her before cumming himself. He quietly dropped the condom on the floor and started winding her up toward another orgasm.

"God, Jake! That was wonderful! Please, let me do it again! Please don't tease me! Please, please, please, please, please, please, please!"

"Well, I don't know. I might consider using your pussy. But only if you convince me you really, really want it."

"Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Use my pussy! Use my cunt! Please, get inside me! Please!" 

"All right, use your mouth to clean my cock and get it hard again, and I'll think about putting it in your pussy."

"No! Please, don't make me do that. I hate the taste of shit. Please!"

"Of all the whiny, selfish bitches! That's it! You're more trouble than you're worth. Here's your stuff. Get your ass out of here!" 

Jake grabbed her clothes and threw them on her stomach. Then he went to the head of the bench and rattled the top plank like he was furiously fumbling around trying to unfasten it.

"I'll do it! I'll do it! Don't make me go! Please! I'll do any thing you want. Please."

"I want your mouth all the way open and your tongue sticking out a mile. It's all going in at once and if I'm not hard in ten seconds, you're out of here. This is your last chance." 

Since Jake had worn a condom, there was no shit, but she didn't know that. 

"Whatever you want, Jake. I don't care what it is. I'll do it." 

Carol opened her mouth and waited for whatever he had in store for her.

Jake pinched her nipples to keep her from paying too much attention to what she was doing, then he entered her mouth. 

"That's it. Get it good and hard. Then I'll let you show me how much you want it inside you."

Jake moved between Carol's legs and quietly slipped on a condom again. His plan was that between the two orgasms and the condom he would be able to stay at it for a very long time. He reached into a drawer under the bench, pulled out a vibrator the same size as his penis and pumped it in her vagina to get it lubricated. 

"What are you doing, Jake? I want you inside me, not some dumb dildo."

"You said you'd do anything. Did you mean it or not?"

"Yes! I meant it!"

"Then just lie there with your legs spread and let me take care of you. Bend your knees, I want to put this in your ass."

"Yes, Jake. Whatever you say. Uuuuhhhh, I like that! Thank you."

"Much better. Okay, Caroline, show me how much you want me inside you." 

She wrapped her long and beautifully sculpted legs around his hips and pulled him toward her with determination and considerable strength. Jake resisted just long enough to distract her by rubbing her clit with his fingers while he opened her up with his thumbs, then he plunged all the way in. 

He spent a few seconds just holding still. He was being milked by the muscles of her vagina and he couldn't help thinking, 'God, this isn't a woman, this is a walking wet dream!' 

Jake's mind flashed on all the guys who'd been lucky enough to get her in bed, then drove her away with abuse. He shook his head over inexplicable stupidity then turned on the vibrator and started pounding.

It wasn't pretty. It wasn't gentle. There was no technique. It was brutal animal fucking. Jake's calculation had been correct. Even with the vibrator buzzing just a millimeter away and Carol's vagina milking him like a silken fist, he still lasted over half an hour. 

Carol climaxed on his second stroke and came continuously after that. She had far more orgasms than she could count, even if she'd had a brain cell left to count them with. Her brain shut down completely. What used to be a fully functioning, if lazy, rational mind turned into a delirious obsessed animal. Her entire universe narrowed to the feelings that were exploding in her body. She didn't know where she was, what she was doing, or even if she was feeling pleasure or pain. She was hopelessly insane and the last thing she wanted was to be cured. 

Jake was amazed at just how orgasmic Carol was. Mary would tire and hurt after two or three orgasms. Carol was over a dozen and still going strong. And she didn't tire, she passed out. 

When Jake started his assault on Carol's body, he was so angry he was trying to make her cum until her heart stopped. Fortunately, he'd calmed down enough in the last couple of hours that making her cum until she passed out was close enough. 

Carol was a mess. Her body was covered with sweat, wax, oil, and saliva. And she probably had a cramp or two in there somewhere. He picked her up and carried her upstairs. 

Jake laid Carol on his bed and walked into the bathroom to fill the tub. While the tub was filling, he peeled the wax from her stomach and looked her over for signs of damage. As he suspected, both calves had cramped. Other than that, a little reddening from the wax and the cat that would fade in a couple of hours. No bruises, no scrapes, teased out her mind for almost two hours and not a mark to show for it. Jake should have felt proud, but all he could feel was a deep sadness. 

After he washed her and assured himself she wasn't going to slip under the water and drown, he left her to lie in the tub with the jacuzzi running. Back in the bedroom Jake got ready to give her a massage. He gathered their clothes and the warm oil from the basement, then stripped the bed and covered it with an old blanket he used for picnics. Once he had Carol more or less dry, Jake carried her into the bedroom and lay her face down on the blanket. He poured out the oil and started working his way up her back starting with her feet. 

The oil had been Mary's favorite. A massage with this oil invariably led to a night of slow and sensual love making. The oil smelled and tasted strongly of strawberries. After their first massage Mary swore from then on she could not eat a strawberry without getting turned on.

When Jake turned Carol over to massage her front, he noticed her nipples were very hard. At first he assumed it was from having her breasts pushed into the scratchy blanket when he was rubbing her back. But after he'd finished massaging her face and neck they were even harder and showing an unmistakable flush. Jake was fascinated by how easy it was to wind Carol up. So, instead of concentrating on the muscles of her chest and giving her breasts the cursory attention of a normal massage, he decided to experiment. 

Jake wrapped an oil covered hand around each breast and gently squeezed and pulled upward as if he were milking her. At the top of each tug he flicked his thumbs over her nipples and reached down to squeeze and pull again. Her flush started to spread and in a couple of minutes she had an orgasm. Not a big one, but unmistakable. 

He tried trailing his finger tips from her knee along the inside of her thigh up over her mons just above her clit, down the other thigh and back again. In addition to the flush, he saw her thighs tense up, and about twenty of those got another orgasm.  

He tried putting a strawberry flavored finger in her mouth, pumping it in and out, wrestling with her tongue on every stroke, and watching the flush spread up her neck to her face. Then he carefully turned his hand over so it was facing palm up and stroked the roof of her mouth as if he were stroking her G-spot and got another orgasm. 

Jake tried several more of the same types of things with equal success. He brought her to the last climax without touching her at all. He lay between her spread thighs watching her abs tense up while he blew on her clit alternating with warming breaths. 

All this time Carol just lay there, with her eyes closed, apparently still passed out. Even after the massage and orgasms she showed no signs of stirring.

Jake was having the time of his life. He'd always enjoyed watching a woman cum, and Carol was easily the most orgasmic woman he'd ever seen. He enjoyed giving orgasms, she enjoyed getting them. Jake just shook his head over the fun they could have had together if things had been different. 

Taking her home and putting her to bed was no problem at all. He'd done it so many times her roommate didn't even interrupt her phone call. Karen just waved when Jake carried Carol in and kept on talking.

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When he got home, Jake walked into the dungeon and retrieved the two video tapes that had been recording ever since Carol turned the lights on when she first entered the room. At Mary's request, Jake had installed two inconspicuous video cameras to record their play. The cameras covered the bench from both sides, so there was no way Jake could accidentally block the action, and they were activated by the light switch. When Mary used the bench for the last time they didn't know it was going to be the last time, so they put in new tapes to record their next session. The tapes were three years old, but they'd never been used and were still in good shape. Jake pocketed the tapes and headed for an electronics and computer store owned by a lifelong friend.

"Ed, I have a very big favor to ask you. Let's take a look at one of these tapes and you can tell me if you want to touch it. If you don't, I'll understand completely."

Ed, Charlie and Jake had been closer than brothers since childhood. Ed was very intelligent and a little nerdy as a child, but always ready to help with school work or a practical joke. Charlie was a natural athlete, very popular and a lot of fun, but people soon learned if they invited him to their parties, they also had to invite his two "brothers." Quiet and clever, Jake was the one you came to when you were in trouble. No matter how bad it seemed, he was always able to figure a way out.

After they viewed the tape, Ed commented dryly, "Ah, yes. I think I know what the big favor is, Jake."

"You got it, Ed. I need an edit that shows a woman with sex on the brain asking to be shown what bondage benches are for and enjoying the hell out of the experience. Once you have the master, I'll need several copies sent out to safe places, and the originals destroyed in a way that the images can never be recovered and used for evidence. I don't think it will, but it could involve cops. Like I said, if you don't want to touch it, I'll rent some equipment and do the edit myself, and no hard feelings."

"No, I loved Mary too, Jake. I'm happy to do it, and I can do a faster and cleaner edit than you can. I even have some ideas on safe places to send it. I assume you want to be able to promise that it will be broadcast over the known universe if she doesn't keep quiet.

"Doesn't it get boring, being right all the time?"

"Never! You realize, this will change your relationship with Carol forever."

"Ed, I don't have a relationship with Carol. Today made me realize I've been living a fantasy of the sweet girl we grew up with. I suppose she's still in there somewhere, but I've given up hope of ever seeing her again." 

Pain and sadness haunted Jake's eyes for a moment, then his face cleared and he went on briskly. 

"I'll do whatever's necessary to save Mary's reputation, but I don't want to hurt Carol any more than I'm forced to. The tapes have to go to people who can be relied on to keep the package sealed. In fact, I want you to put a time limit on it--if not needed in a year, return unopened. They have to be completely trustworthy."

"I know exactly who you need, and they owe me a couple of favors. If I call in the favors, there's no money trail to be followed if the cops are brought into it." 

"That reminds me, no one can know, not even Charlie. He's dating Karen right now, and she'll spread it all over town. Carol and I are bound to act differently around each other from now on. If anyone asks, I told you Carol and I had a fight and I didn't want to talk about it. After that, I turned into a stone wall and you got tired of banging your head."

"Leave it to me. When do you need your personal copies? I assume you'll want more than one?"

"Yes, I'd like the master and four copies. I don't want to know how many copies you make. What I don't know, I can't tell. Can you have my copies ready this evening?" 

"Late. Around midnight. All right?"

"Perfect. Thanks, Ed." 

-----

At 9:17 the next morning, Carol rang Jake's doorbell. Jake answered the door with two cups of coffee in his hand, and handed one to Carol. The coffee was hot, and had a little bit of cream and no sugar, just the way she liked it. 

"You knew I was coming!" 

It came out as more of a croak than anything else. Her voice was pretty raspy.

"I know your temper. But, before you start having the last word, come into the living room, there's something you have to see." 

They sat down on the couch and Jake used the remote to start the VCR. Ed had done an excellent job of editing. The tape lasted forty five minutes and showed Carol asking for and receiving an extremely intense sexual experience, and apparently loving every second of it. 

"All right, what do you want? Money? Favors? Drugs? ......Sex?" 

She cringed at the slightly hopeful note in her voice.

"For myself, absolutely nothing. For Mary, complete and total silence."

"And?"

"And, nothing! In a year or so, when it's obvious you've kept your word, I'll quietly call in the copies that are being held for me and destroy them. Then the master will be just a souvenir of someone I used to love."

Carol winced. 

"And if the story gets out?"

"The tape goes on the Internet, and you become an international porn star."

"That's blackmail! Let's see how smug you are when you're wearing an orange jumpsuit, asshole!"

"Jail won't stop it. That's why I have other people holding copies. So, it can't be stopped by arrest, near-fatal beatings, injunctions, law suits, burglary, and all the other means available to rich fathers of spoiled daughters. Besides, it's awfully hard to prove blackmail if all I'm asking for is common decency."

"Okay, if I don't say anything to anyone, how do I know you'll keep your word."

"One. You've known me all your life. You know when I make a promise, I keep it. Two. The tape is about a bondage bench in my house. That's exactly the thing I'm trying to keep quiet. There's no way in hell I'm turning the tape loose unless there's nothing left to lose. Three. I won't let you damage Mary's memory, but quite frankly, I don't think you want to. At least once you've stopped to think about it. That's all the tape's for, to get you to stop and think about it. It's a reminder there are consequences, even for spoiled rich girls."

"You really are an asshole, you know!"

"I know. I think I was born that way."

"Oh, go to hell you slimy bastard! I'm outa here!"

"And a cheerful good morning to you too, Carol!"

Act 2:

Their next meeting was about a week later at Ed's house. Jake had only told Ed and Carol had told no one, so their friends were startled by their cool attitude toward each other. Their usual friendly banter looked more like forced politeness tonight. Carol stayed unusually close to Tony, her current steady. Jake flirted around the room, in his quiet way, and paid very little attention to her. 

The one time they seemed to be communicating it was entirely nonverbal. Jake walked into the kitchen looking for a beer and Carol was sitting at the kitchen table eating a strawberry. She had her eyes closed with the strawberry sliding in and out of her mouth. She sucked it all the way in and pressed it against the roof of her mouth, and her body gave a little shiver. To anyone looking at her casually, she looked like she'd just been hit with a blast of cold air from the open refrigerator behind her. But Jake knew she had a mini-orgasm, and he knew why. So, when Carol opened her eyes she saw Jake looking at her with his eyes twinkling and his familiar "we're sharing a joke" smile, and she started to blush. 

No one in the room had ever seen Carol blush before, but for the most part they were either not paying attention or decided to stay out of it and let these two work it out for themselves. The exception was Karen. And when Carol dragged Tony upstairs to one of the bedrooms a few minutes later, Karen tried probing Jake with questions. 

"So, Jake. What's going on with you and Carol?"

"We had a fight."

"So, what about?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Karen."

Karen was too drunk to take a hint or even take no for an answer. 

"What about just now? Carol was blushing. What was that about?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Karen."

"Was it something that happened last week when she went to your house to look for the photographs?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Karen."

"Yea! She went over to look for some pictures and when you carried her in a couple hours later, she was so wiped out she slept twelve hours straight. Ha! Wha'd ya' do, fuck her brains out?"

"Great party, Ed. Thanks for inviting me." 

Jake put his half-finished beer on the counter and walked straight out of the house. Karen was the only one in the room who was the least bit surprised and a very embarrassed silence filled the kitchen. 

Karen looked around the room in an unsteady way and said, "Shit. What was that all about?"

Ed looked annoyed and said, "He didn't want to talk about it, Karen." 

A sprinkling of embarrassed laughter broke out and the party conversations started up again.

"Well shit, it was only a joke!"

Ed turned to Charlie and said quietly, "Why don't you take her home. She's had enough."

"What if I take her upstairs and give her a couple orgasms? That'll make her happy and put her to sleep for the rest of the night."




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Ed fished a key out of his pocket and handed it to Charlie. 

"Use the master bedroom. I'm sure it's the only one that isn't occupied right now and it has its own bathroom in case she gets sick. Make sure you lock the door when you come back down. I have a bad feeling about some of Tony's crowd. One of them might try to sneak in and rape her while she's passed out."

"Thanks, Bro."

-----

"Oh god, Charlie! I'm such a bitch. Why do you put up with me?"

After undressing Karen and helping her into bed, Charlie removed his own clothes too. He knew she was feeling dreadful and there was only one way to reassure her. 

"Because you're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

"You're just saying that to cheer me up."

"Does this look like I'm kidding?" said Charlie, showing her his erection.

"Oh, Baby, is that for me?" 

She'd been with Charlie long enough to know what was coming and she was on the edge of orgasm just thinking about it.

"Nobody else in the whole wide world. Now get up on your hands and knees. We haven't done doggy style for weeks and I want to ram you until you can't walk."

"Promises, promises." 

Karen was trying hard to sound casual, but inside she was quivering. In this position, Charlie's massive organ pummeled her G-spot on every stroke. She knew six seconds after he started, she'd have her first orgasm and would cum continuously after that until she dropped from exhaustion. Grabbing a pillow to muffle her screams she tried to sound bored. 

"Well, since we have nothing better to do for a few minutes, I guess it's all right." 

Then Charlie slid inside and that was her last coherent thought for the rest of the night. 

-----

When Charlie came back down, Ed spotted him on the stairs. 

"Is she all right?"

"Yea. Sleeping like a baby."

"Charlie, may I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure, Ed. Anything."

"There are times, like tonight, when Karen can be hopelessly clueless and obnoxious. On the other hand, you two have been an item for several months now. What's the big attraction?"

"Well, she's the only woman I've ever met that likes sex the same way I do."

"You're not serious! You have a terrific body, a great face, impressive equipment and you can talk water out of a stone. You can't be having trouble getting women!"

"Oh, I can get them, all right. It's hanging on to them that's the problem. You mentioned my impressive equipment, did you ever see how impressive?"

"No. It was never safe for me in the locker rooms. You were a legend in high school, as I remember."

"Well the legend's true and that's the problem. I'm big enough I hurt most women unless I'm really careful and I hurt some women no matter what I do. I see you smiling! But seriously, if a woman hasn't been fucking horses lately, she's just not ready for a horse cock, and that's what I've got. It makes it really hard for me to be spontaneous or rough and that's what I like. Karen takes it like it's no big deal. She'll take it any time, any where, in any hole and the crazier the better. We got it on one time waiting in line to buy tickets to a movie! Two nights ago, she gave me a blow job at a traffic light with a police cruiser waiting to make a left turn in the next lane! I love that girl! And when she's not drinking, she's a hell of a lot of fun! Oh, you know, gabby and a bit of an air head, but hey, I like to talk and I'm no rocket scientist myself, so we get along great."

"Well, if she's that valuable to you, why aren't you taking better care of her? You know if she keeps it up, she'll be dead in ten years."

"You mean AIDS? We've thought of that. She got scared when old George got picked up with the hooker who turned out to be HIV positive. Karen's had a soft spot for the old guy ever since he pulled her out of a pond, or something like that, when she was a kid, and she wanted to make him happy. So, they got together after the Labor Day picnic, and the next week the story came out. The damned thing is you can't be sure you're negative until about six months after infection. So she's been half expecting to be told she's going to die since last September. That's how we got together. I found her huddled up in a back room at the Christmas party. She was shivering and crying and I just held her until she stopped shaking. Then I took her home and held her some more. Aaaaaaannnd the rest is history. Anyway, we got our results back last month and we're okay. But being that scared for that long has really changed her. She's a lot more cautious about who she's willing to have sex with. ......At least when she's sober."

"Not even counting that, Charlie, the alcohol itself will kill her in ten years at the rate she's taking it in. Does she only drink like this at parties, or is it all the time?"

"At parties. I think she gets scared and uses the booze to hide behind. Karen and Carol have been friends all their lives, but Carol's always been prettier and more popular. Karen's told me a couple times she thinks people only invite her to parties because she's Carol's roommate. So she gets drunk and does crazy stuff for the attention. I know it sounds nuts that she can be exhibitionist as hell and insecure at the same time, but I think that's what's going on."

"So, reassure her. You said she likes sex a lot, right?"

"Well, yea! I mean, when we're going at it, if I don't remind her, she forgets to eat. What are you getting at?"

"I'm not sure. But, I've noticed when you two come back from the bedrooms, Karen glows. Her face just shines, and she doesn't take a drink for quite a while after that, maybe an hour, maybe more. Do you think you could drag her up to the bedrooms every couple of hours? Or out to the back yard? Maybe right before you leave home?"

"Or bent over the pool table down in the basement? Or in the hall closet behind the coats? Or sitting on the counter in the kitchen while every one's in the other room watching the game?"

"Yes. What do you think? She needs to know you're interested in her, not Carol. And, she needs to know you like her sober, not drunk. Do you think showing her how sexy you think she is would reassure her? Do you think showing her off would reassure her?"

"God! She'd love it! Yea! ......Of course, I'd be forcing myself."

"Yes, I know, it's a sacrifice. Listen, are you spending the night?"

"Are you nuts? I've got the sexiest woman in the world upstairs and you think I'm going home to watch TV?"

"All my clothes are in the master bedroom and I have an appointment at noon tomorrow. I may have to run you out in the morning so I can get ready. Do you think you'll want breakfast?"

"Hey, you don't have to crash down here. The bed's big enough for the three of us. Look, you can sleep with me in the middle if you're afraid you'll attack Karen. Or her in the middle if you're afraid you'll attack me. Or you in the middle if you want to attack both of us at the same time. What do you think?"

"Let me think about it. I'll come in if I get lonely. Why is it I can solve everyone's problems but my own? I have to get back to my guests. See you later, Charlie."

-----

Carol had taken Tony in her mouth and was slowly working him up and down just the way he liked it. Out to the head, flick it a few times with her tongue, then all the way down into her throat and swallow. They'd been in the bedroom a couple of hours and had done all the things they knew the other liked, but Carol had to work to get an orgasm tonight. Seeing Jake had shaken her more than she was willing to admit. 

As she sucked she thought to herself, 'God, how predictable Tony is. Everything was so much more intense with Jake. Jake was a rotten bastard for doing it to me, but it sure was intense. I've never cum so much in my life. What the hell am I doing? I've got one man in my mouth and I'm thinking about another. As soon as I get Tony off, he'll want to fuck my ass. Then we'll have the usual power struggle over whether I'm going to clean him off with my mouth. Jake was an asshole for making me do that. Actually, it wasn't that bad. Wait a minute! It wasn't bad at all! I kept waiting for it to be awful and it never was. He must have worn a condom. I wonder how he slipped it past me, I can usually tell. Well, of course, I know how he slipped it past me! I wonder why he bothered?'

"Hey, Carol! Did you go to sleep down there or what? Come on, finish up. I want to get in your ass."

"I'm sorry, Tony, I'm just not up for it tonight. Why don't we go back to my place and crash."

"Hey, it was your idea to come up here, remember? And, I haven't had any ass yet. Besides, it's too early to crash. If you're flaking out, I'm gonna go hit the clubs."

"Fine, you do that. I'm going home." 

Carol slid off the bed and started dressing.

"Hey! I haven't had any ass yet. Let me in your ass before you leave." 

Tony moved up behind her, picked her up, and carried her back to the bed.

"Give it a rest, Tony! I told you, I'm not up for this."

"You know you like it. Just open up that little hole and I'll have you feeling better in no time." 

Tony had her pinned face down to the bed. He had a tube of lube in one hand and was probing her anus with the other.

"All right, get it over with. Then I'm leaving. Leaving! You understand me?" 

Actually, Tony was pretty good at this, or at least he could be when he wasn't being an asshole. Lately, he was more asshole than anything else. 

"That's it, just relax that tight little bottom and I'll fix you right up." 

Tony was bigger than average and he wasn't taking enough time to open Carol up. 

"Damn it, Tony, that hurts."

"You know you like it rough, Bitch. Just open that ass and take it."

"Shit! I knew this was going to happen. Get off me, you ape!"

"Just a little more... Yea!" 

Tony humped himself to a climax and rolled off.

"That's it. I'm outa here. I'm tired of this shit! We're quits, Tony. Don't call. Don't stop by. Just stay away from me." 

Carol gathered up her clothes as she talked and started putting them on.

"Sure, Babe. Anything you say. Just help me clean up a little and you can go." 

Tony put his arms around her waist and carried her over to the bed again.

"Damn it, Tony! I told you I'm not doing that any more!" 

She tried to get away from him by sliding across the bed, but Tony grabbed her hair and turned her around to face him.

"Hey, what's the big deal. It only takes a minute then you can go. Just open your mouth, Carol." 

Carol was sitting on the edge of the bed and Tony was standing right in front of her with her legs trapped between his. His hands still gripping her hair, he pulled her face toward his shit covered shaft. 

"You've done it a hundred times. You know you're going to do it. Just open your mouth, Carol." 

Tony was starting to get hard again. He just loved making her do this. 

"I said, no!" 

She was trying desperately to move her face out of the way, but he rubbed against her lips while he held her head tightly in place.

"You know you're going to do it. You're going to take it in your mouth and use your tongue to lick it clean. Open your mouth, Carol." 

Tony was hard as a rock. He loved knowing, no matter how much she hated it, sooner or later she'd give in. 

"No!" 

She was keeping her teeth clenched tight as he forced himself against her lips.

"Open your mouth, Carol." 

God, he loved waiting for her to submit.

She didn't speak because his cock was pressed tight against her lips. She just shook her head.

"Open your mouth." 

He took one hand from her hair and pinched her nose closed. 

Carol knew it would only be a minute or two before she ran out of air and she would have to open her mouth to take a breath. Then Tony will bury himself in her mouth, and he'll have won the battle of wills again. 

Suddenly, it pissed her off as nothing ever had before. She wanted to hurt and humiliate him as much as he was doing to her, and had been for weeks. She enjoyed being submissive, but there never seemed to be anything in it for her. He got off, she got abused. 

She was so pissed off she wanted to bite. So she did. She opened her mouth and he grinned as he slid inside, then she clamped down hard. Her hands were busy too. Carol found his scrotum and squeezed as hard as she could with both hands. 

"Aaawww, shit! You bitch! What the hell are you doing?" 

Tony yanked her head back by her hair and smacked her across the face, knocking her back on the bed. 

Five years ago an ex-boyfriend did the same thing and she'd been taking self-defense classes ever since. So, as she fell back she drove one of her shins into Tony's crotch, forcing him to grunt in pain and step back. As he stepped back, she pulled her other leg up to her chest, aimed her heel at his nose and let fly. The the kick was on target and he stumbled back against the dresser bleeding from a nose that was obviously broken, momentarily blinded with pain. 

Carol rolled off the bed, grabbed what clothes she could without stopping and was out in the hallway, heading for the stairs, when the four people that were all that was left of the party came thundering up. 

"Are you all right!?" they all said at once. 

Of course, Charlie and Ed were there, but the other two were part of Tony's crowd that she'd met, but hadn't talked to. The fact that she was standing in the hallway naked in front of four guys, two of whom were strangers, occurred to Carol, but she had other things to worry about. She knew Charlie and Ed would protect her and figured the other two wouldn't just stand by and watch her get beat up, so she stayed where she was and started putting her clothes on. 

"I've been better. Tony and I had a fight. I need a ride home." 

Tony was obviously recovering because he was bellowing something about bitches and what he was going to do with one when he caught her.

One of the strangers said, "We'll give you a lift."

Ed spoke up, "I think I'd better do that. Tony doesn't sound like he's badly hurt, but he has a nasty temper, and he'll need someone to keep him out of trouble until he cools off. He said you were friends of his, so it would be best if you did that and let me take care of Carol."

The stranger shrugged, "Sure." 

He turned to his buddy and grinned. 

"Let's take him home." 

As the two headed for the bedroom, Ed leaned in close and murmured, "Carol, Charlie, come down stairs." 

As they were passing through the kitchen on the way to the garage, Ed pulled his car keys from his pocket and handed them to Charlie. 

"Charlie, don't take Carol home, take her to Walker Manor. Carol, Karen's in the master bedroom, Charlie will explain it to her when she wakes up. Don't go to the apartment for at least a couple of days, maybe a week. You know what Tony's temper is like and he sounded murderous in there. I'll stay here and phone your apartment manager and alert the police in case he comes by your place tonight. Now, get going before Tony comes down. I don't want him to follow you. He might try something stupid if he catches you alone on the road."

In the car, Carol was lost in gloomy thoughts. 'Why is it every time a guy finds out I like to be submissive he takes it as a green light to start abusing me? I mean, why do they all have to be such assholes? Why can't they be more like...... Jake? ...Why can't they be more like Jake? Why can't they be like Jake? Jake! Oh my god! What have I done?'

"Carol? Are you okay?"

"I may never be okay again!"

"Oh, come on. Tony isn't that much of a loss. And now he's gone, you can find someone who treats you better."

"God, I hope so!" 

To herself, she thought, 'I think I've found him. Now, how do I get him?'

-----

At 8:00 the next morning Ed was banging on the door of the master bedroom. 

"Come on, you two! Breakfast is getting cold and I need to get showered and dressed. If you're not out in five minutes, I'll come in and drag you out, just the way you are." 

About five minutes later, a sleepy, but very happy, couple in terry cloth robes stumbled down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

"I've got eggs, sausage, toast, orange juice and coffee. Sit down and I'll get it for you." 

Charlie sat in the nearest chair and Karen curled up in his lap. 

"Just toast and coffee for me," she murmured into Charlie's shoulder, "I'm not awake yet." 

Charlie, who was eating a hearty breakfast with one hand while holding Karen with the other, joked, "That's because I didn't have time to wake you up properly."

"That's right! I was robbed! I'm entitled to an early morning orgasm and I didn't get it."

Charlie put down his coffee cup and slid his hand up her thigh underneath her robe. 

"It's not too late. It's still morning."

"You're just teasing. All you're thinking about is your breakfast."

"Oh ho! Just teasing am I?" 

Charlie moved his hand up to the belt of her robe and pulled it open.

"Stop it! What're you doing?"

Pulling her robe open, he grinned, "Showing you off, of course." 

Charlie scooted his chair around until they were facing Ed. 

"Tell me the truth, Ed, have you ever seen a sexier woman in your life?"

Ed had just finished breakfast and taken his dishes to the sink. At Charlie's question he turned and carefully examined the luscious brunette sitting on Charlie's lap. Her breasts and trimmed bush were exposed by the open robe, but her shoulders, arms and thighs were still covered. Karen was blushing, but she was smiling and her breathing was shallow. 

Guessing the game Charlie was playing, Ed replied with perfect gravity, "I can't see very much of her, Charlie, it's a little hard to tell."

Tugging her robe down her arms and pushing it off her thighs he said, "No problem, Bro. How's that?"

Karen was now naked on Charlie's lap. She'd wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, but she was watching Ed out of the corner of her eye, she was still smiling and she was squirming a little. 

"She's very sexy, but I have no way of knowing if she's the sexiest I've ever seen. She's still pretty covered up, you know."

"Karen, turn so you're facing Ed and open your legs." 

While he was saying this, Charlie opened his own robe and pulled hers from under her so her bare bottom was sitting directly on his bare legs.

"But he'll see my pussy."

"That's the whole point, Baby. I want Ed to see how beautiful and sexy you are. Now, turn to face him, lean back against my chest and open your legs as wide as you can. I want him to go absolutely green with envy."

"But I thought he was gay."

"He's 'bi', Honey. There's a difference."

Turning to Ed who was still leaning against the sink, "Does that mean you like girls, too?"

"I like them very much."

"What kind?"

"Oh, sexy brunettes, of course," he said with an air of complete sincerity. "But I've noticed that a woman is sexiest when she's having an orgasm. I won't be able to tell for sure if you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen until I've watched you having an orgasm."

"Having an orgasm, how?"

"Oh, that doesn't matter. For instance, you can impale yourself on that tree trunk that's pushing against your bottom right now. You can take it in your hand and hold it while Charlie lifts you up. Then I'll see your lips all swollen and open and your juices running down your legs. He'll lower you onto it and you'll guide it inside. Then I'll watch it disappear a fraction of an inch at a time stretching your lips and trying to pull them in until you're sitting all the way down on his lap again. You'll start riding up and down and I'll watch your lips pull out when you're going up and tuck in when you're going down, and all the time your juices making it all shiny and slick."

Karen's breathing was very shallow and her chest was starting to flush.




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"Or if that sounds too strenuous for this early in the morning, you can take Charlie's suggestion and lean back against his chest with your legs outside his. Then he'll reach up and play with your nipples and I'll watch them grow hard."

Slowly she turned so her back was against Charlie's chest and let her legs fall outside his. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes half closed. She took Charlie's hands and placed them on her breasts.

"And I'll be able to see your labia get all red and swollen. Your clitoris will stand up and beg for attention and I'll see how horny you are. And your hands will start to drift down your body. You won't want them to because what kind of woman fingers herself in front of another man while her boyfriend is watching, but they will all on their own."

Karen's hands started sliding down her stomach and her legs spread a little wider.

"You'll tell yourself you're just going to soothe your mons, the insides of your thighs. You'll tell yourself you're not going to slide your fingers along your labia and feel the tingle it sends through your body. You'll tell yourself you're not going to put a finger inside, and feel how wet you are, because this guy across the room leaning against the sink will see and he'll know."

By this time, Karen had both hands buried and was gasping.

"You'll tell yourself you're not going to slide your wet fingers around and around your clitoris. You're not going to rub it and flick it from side to side because he'll see you cum and he'll get a raging hard-on and he'll whack off for days thinking of you."

"Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!"

"You're right, Charlie, definitely the sexiest woman I've ever seen."

Karen was sprawled limply on Charlie's lap. If he had not had his arms around her, she would have slid to the floor. 

"Did you guys plan that, or what?"

"Absolutely not! Charlie asked a simple question; I gave an honest answer," Ed replied with a completely straight face.

She noticed Ed's slacks tenting over a full erection and smiled slyly. 

"Well, I see an honest answer from one part of you any way. And what about you, Lover?" 

Karen rolled over and found herself "eyeball to eyeball" so to speak with Charlie's honest answer. 

"Did I do that? Oh, you poor baby! Let me make it better." 

With that, she climbed up his body and guided him inside. 

"Oh yea, Baby! That's the way to make it better!" 

Ed envied Charlie a little. He didn't envy him Karen, but he did envy what Charlie had with Karen. Ed was only happy when he was in an intimate relationship, and at times like these he missed it so much it was actually painful. Ed smiled a little ruefully and tried to settle his erection before finishing his kitchen chores and going upstairs. 

Charlie glanced over Karen's shoulder and noticed Ed trying to ease the bulge in his pants. He looked at Karen, cocked his head in Ed's direction, and lifted his eyebrows. He got an enthusiastic nod in return. 

"Start it off," he whispered.

In her best historical romance voice Karen cried out, "Unhand me, you nasty pirate! Let me go!"

Picking up on her lead, Charlie returned with, "We've captured a real beauty this time, Captain. A feisty one too!"

Karen looked over her shoulder at Ed and continued the scene. 

"Your men have already violated my innocent mouth and my chaste womb you retched villain! What further depravities will you subject me to?" 

She wiggled her cute little butt to make it clear what further depravities she would like to be subjected to.

Catching on, Ed removed his clothes. 

"Fear not, my lady, we have depravities past counting. You will not be bored." 

Karen was just the right height for Ed to enter her anus and when he put his hands on her hips she leaned forward in invitation. After glancing at Charlie and getting a nod, he started working her anus with his fingers, using her juices for lubrication.

"You vile beast! What are you doing to me!"

"I'm plundering your virgin ass with my nasty cock, my lady." 

Suiting action to word, Ed slid his length into her experienced anus, then his voice took on a hard edge. 

"Resign yourself, my lady! Before you're an hour older, you'll submit to this and anything else I command. If you refuse, you'll be turned over to my men. Which is it to be? Will you serve my lust here in the comfort of my cabin? Or will you be shackled on deck for every man aboard to use as he wishes while the rest of the crew watch and jeer. Each awaiting his turn with his cock in his hand and lust in his heart." 

A moan escaped her lips and a shiver passed through Karen's body as an orgasm took her. 

"You... You blackguard! Just wait until my husband, Admiral Woolsey, hears of this! Your retched carcasses will hang from every yardarm in the fleet!"

"Ah! But he already knows, my lady. It's his fleet that has our ship bottled up in this cove. He's just biding his time, waiting for us to run out of food and be forced to sail for open water where his guns can pound us to dust. But how anxious will he be to open fire when he sees your naked body tied in the rigging. Tied spread eagle so a thousand of His Majesty's common sailors will have a clear view of all your manifold charms. Each one of them just waiting to go below so he can shoot his load thinking of you."

Karen's body shuddered and she uttered a hoarse cry.

"We'll invite the Admiral aboard to negotiate your ransom. The table will be set up on the quarter deck and you'll be tied to the stern rail just ten feet away. While your husband, his officers and the rest of the fleet watch, our first mate here will put his dirty fingers in your pussy and tease without mercy until you beg him to fuck you. Then he'll put in his nasty cock and pound you like a mad man while the cabin boy pumps a belaying pin in your ass."

Karen came like a train wreck taking the two men with her. 

When she could speak again Karen panted, "God, Ed! Where'd you learn to do that?"

"Ha! The same place you did, in the romance section of Almost New Books over on 7th. Didn't they tell you in school reading would be fun?"

"If I'd known how much fun, I'd have studied harder."

By this time Charlie had his voice back and quipped, "So, was that a suitable early morning orgasm?"

"Yes! Oh, yes! How can I ever repay you, Sir?"

Deciding these two could answer that question perfectly well without his help, Ed left them to finish breakfast, or to forget all about breakfast, at their own pace and headed upstairs.

Act 3:

Bill Walker was sitting in his favorite chair in the library of the big house that had come to be known as Walker Manor. He looked up as the door opened and his daughter, Carol, entered the room shedding clothes as she came. 

She was naked by the time she reached Bill's chair, and she immediately started unbuckling the belt of his slacks. Once she had him unbuckled and unzipped, she straddled his lap and guided him inside her. 

Carol humped frantically for a few minutes, had a quick but intense orgasm, and collapsed against him. When her breathing slowed, she curled up in his lap and put her head on his shoulder. 

"God, I needed that! Thank you, Daddy."

"What has you so upset, Kitten?"

"Something happened about a month ago that's just driving me crazy, and I don't know what to do about it. Jake and I were searching for something, I don't even remember what any more, in the basement of his house when I discovered a door to a room I'd never seen before. Jake told me not to go in but I did anyway and I found a bondage bench." 

"Well I started playing around on the bench and ragging on Jake for being a pervert, and I succeeded in pissing him off worse than I've ever seen him in my life. It turns out he built the bench for Mary and he was keeping it hidden to keep it from her family. You know what they're like." 

"Anyway, there I am laying on the bench and pushing my hands through the wrist holes at the head of the bench and doing my best Perils-of-Pauline schtick and laughing about how I can't wait to tell Karen what a pervert he is, and he went ballistic. He pointed out if I'm telling Karen about a bondage bench in his basement, then I'm telling the whole town Mary was into bondage." 

"So I'm feeling like a stupid bitch because I should have been able to figure it out. I mean, he hasn't been involved with anyone, it had to be Mary. And I'm mad as hell and ready to storm out, only I can't. I'm stuck on the bench. I can't get my hands out of the wrist holes. Like I said, Jake's hopelessly pissed and he tells me he's going to show me what I'm laughing at and give me a bondage session whether I want it or not."

"Want to file rape charges?"

"No. It wouldn't do any good anyway."

"Why not?"

"Well, for one thing, I spent two hours out-of-my-mind horny begging him to fuck me or do any other damned thing he wanted to me."

"You had a good time, then."

"God, did I ever! The other reason is, he has a video of me begging him to fuck me. How am I going to convince a jury I'm being forced when I'm cumming so hard I pass out on camera?"

"I'm impressed! So, what does this superman want for the video?"

"Nothing. He's just using it to force me to keep my mouth shut about Mary. He said if the story hasn't leaked out in a year, he'll destroy the copies and just keep the master. Otherwise it goes on the Internet."

"Ruthless! But not entirely unexpected. Everyone loved Mary, and you have been a little erratic lately. Do you think he'll keep his word?"

"Yea, I'm sure he will. And you don't have to say erratic when you mean drunken slut. I know what I've been like the last couple years. I loved Mary, too. I feel like shit."

"I think you're overreacting. If you keep your word, there's no harm done to Mary, and if Jake keeps his word, there's no harm done to you. I don't see the problem."

"He's the one I want."

"Oh ho! And he said...?"

"He told me to get out and stay out. He said he's tired of being treated like a maid. And he's right, that's just what I was doing. I was treating him like he was an employee. Like he was hired to be my bodyguard or something. I didn't care what he thought or how he felt, I did as I damn well pleased and expected him to protect me and clean up the mess. That was his job. And it worked great, except..."

"Except he's not an employee, and he doesn't have to put up with being treated like that."

"Except he's not an employee, and he doesn't have to put up with that shit! Yea! He's been taking care of me for so long,... God, I don't know, since we were five? ...that I just thought he'd always be there no matter what I did. God, I'm a bitch!"

"Not a bitch, just a little spoiled. I'll take the blame for that."

"Yea, well, spoiled may be truer than you think, Daddy. Spoiled as in spoiled for anyone else. All of a sudden my standard for good sex is through the roof. I keep comparing the sex I can get from Tony and that crowd with what I got from Jake, and they're not even close. It feels like a cheap imitation and the fact I can get as much as I want doesn't help. It would be like you being told you could never hear that Mozart opera you like so much..."

"The Magic Flute."

"Yea. It would be like you being told you could never hear The Magic Flute again, but you could listen to all the Rap you wanted."

"I'd have my ears amputated on the spot."

"Yea, well, it's not quite that bad, but it does feel kind of dull and lifeless. When I was on that bench the things he did to me were so intense, so overwhelming..."

"I know what you mean, Kitten."

"Yea, but it was so completely..."

"Carol! I know exactly what you mean. Exactly."

"Daddy!"

"Don't, 'Daddy!,' me, little girl. How do you think you got here?"

"You mean you and Mom?"

"Your mother and I enjoyed a lot of different things before you were born. But then we became parents and had to be responsible and set a good example."

"So, you're okay with...?"

"If it's not destructive and you enjoy it, I don't care what it is, I'm fine with it."

"So, what do I do? About Jake, I mean."

"What do you want to do?"

Carol chuckled, "What do I really want? What I really want is to go over to Jake's and ask him to punish me again. Thinking about it has me so hot, I'm almost ready to beg."

"Well, it's not a bad place to start."

"Daddy!"

"Kitten, what are your options? You've burned him once too often. It's time for Jake to cut his losses and get on with his life. Think about it. After all you've put him through, do you honestly think he'll come to you?"

"No, that's why I'm here, I don't have a clue." 

"Well, if you're sorry for the way you acted and want to be forgiven, the simplest and most direct way to do it is to tell him you're sorry and ask to be forgiven. It might not work, but you have to start somewhere. What are you afraid of? Do you think he'll abuse you?"

"No, I know he won't. Even when he was so mad he wanted to strangle me, he still took care of me. He fucked me in the ass and made me clean off his cock with my mouth."

"That doesn't sound like taking care of you to me!"

"Hold on. I know what shit tastes like. Don't look at me like that! And there wasn't a trace. He went to a lot of trouble to fool me when it would have been easier to do the real thing."

"How did he force you to do that? No sane man puts his penis in a woman's mouth unless he has a very good reason to believe she's not going to bite it off."

Carol blushed and looked down. 

"He threw my clothes at me and threatened to send me home."

"You really did have it bad!"

"Yea. By that time, I would have done anything to stay on the bench. When it was over, he gave me a bubble bath and a massage, and spent an hour seeing how many times he could make me cum without touching my clit. He didn't have to do any of that."

"How many?"

"I lost count somewhere around eight. The oil he used smelled like strawberries. Now, I can't eat a strawberry without having an orgasm. The night of Ed's party I had one sitting at the kitchen table with everyone watching! I couldn't help myself."

"You realize, I can't intervene in this. Right? I can't even carry a message for you."

"Oh, god, no! Jake hates you. He talks like he thinks you have a stable of hit men, or at least, thugs and attack lawyers."

"Well, since I've been doing my best to act like the big bad wolf for the last twenty years, I'd say that's very perceptive of him. Although, I admit, I worried about you a lot less when he was taking care of you."

"What do you mean, you worried less? Have you been spying on me?"

"Kitten, I'm the father of a very rich woman. I'd be hopelessly irresponsible if I didn't keep some kind of watch over you. I tried to make it as unobtrusive as possible."

"Well, you succeeded, I had no idea. You didn't hire Jake...?"

"Ha! Are you kidding? He'd starve to death first. No, taking care of you was his own idea."

"I can believe that. But what are you afraid of? Fortune hunters?"

"No, they're the least of my worries. I was thinking more of kidnappers, blackmailers, extortionists, drug dealers looking for a rich addict, that sort of thing. Being rich is very convenient, but it does have its down side."

"So, when Ralph was beating me up, did you arrange to have his legs broken? Jake seems to think you did. He said something about near fatal beatings not stopping the tape from going on the net."

"No, I always thought Jake arranged it. I just took the blame. When the biker was arrested, I suggested to Phil that it would be a perfect pro bono case. Phil got the guy off, and I sent a bunch of work his way. When people started making the connection, I just never denied it. I figured it wouldn't hurt to have a reputation for being a bit ruthless about the safety of my daughter. Maybe that was a mistake, I don't know."

"I can't say it was a mistake, Daddy. Nobody did anything even close to that again. I can't be sorry for that. You think it was Jake? Why do you think that?"

"I'm not sure. It could have been a coincidence. But it sure felt like something Jake would do. Remember when you were in high school and word got out that Ed was bisexual. You remember what happened to the kid who called him a queer and punched him out between classes?"

"Yea! I remember because he was our star quarterback. Broke his shoulder the following week and wasn't able to play the rest of the year. Lost his chance for a football scholarship at Arizona State. Ended up dropping out and selling insurance or something like that."

"Yes. Well, I didn't think about it at the time, but looking back I've noticed whenever one of Jake's friends was roughed up, something like that would happen to whoever did it. And by coincidence, it was always whatever that person hated the most. You remember Ralph competed in the Iron Man? Being in great shape was the most important thing in the world to him. Well, guess what happened after his legs healed?"

"He hasn't run a marathon since and he's gaining weight."

"You got it, Kitten! Like I said, it could have been a coincidence, but..."

"You like him, don't you, Daddy?"

"I think respect is closer to it. I don't think I know Jake well enough to decide if I like him or not. All I know about him, really, is his reputation."

"Wait a minute! If you've been keeping an eye on me, you must know how many times he's rescued your drunken, cum soaked daughter!"

"Well..."

"Just as I thought! I think I'll get my courage up and try to talk to him tomorrow. God! Why is this so hard? I've talked to him almost every day of my life!"

"Because you care this time. You've finally found a man you don't want to just use for a few hours and throw away."

"I think you're right, Daddy, but knowing why doesn't make it any easier."

"I'm sorry, Kitten, but I can't help you. If I'm involved in any way, I'll screw it up."

"I know, Daddy, just talking to you was a big help." Carol giggled, "Not to mention the sex. I broke up with Tony the night of Ed's party and I haven't had any in a month. I was going out of my mind. You didn't cum, did you?"

"It's okay, Kitten, I'm fine." 

Of course, having a beautiful naked woman squirming in his lap was having an effect even if she was his daughter.

"Uh-huh! And that's not a hard-on pressing against my ass, either. Oh, Daddy, lighten up! I'm a big girl, I'm on the pill, and I love having sex with you! You're the gentlest, most considerate lover I ever had. I've never regretted seducing you after Mom died, not for a minute."

"I guess I'm a bit old fashioned, Kitten. Even after all these years, I still have a hard time cumming inside you and not feeling guilty about it."

"Please, just relax and let me make this good for you." 

Carol unbuttoned Bill's shirt and pulled it off his arms. Then she slipped off his shoes and tugged his still unfastened pants down his legs. 

When he was naked at last, Carol pushed Bill's knees apart and knelt between his thighs. She took him in her mouth, but only long enough to make sure he was hard and slick. Then, she stood up and lowered her delicious body onto him. When she was straddling his lap again, she started gently raising and lowering herself. 

"Come on, Daddy, relax and enjoy it. Think of Mom, that always gets you off. I know I can't be what she was for you, but I love you too and I want you to be happy. Please, let me give you this."

Bill had never been able to resist his daughter when she really put her mind to coaxing, so he surrendered to the inevitable and let his mind drift to thoughts of his dead wife and the love they shared in this very chair. It wasn't long before he started tensing up, and Carol picked up her pace so she could finish with him. 

They crashed together, and when Carol recovered she found her father asleep. As gently as she could, she lifted herself off his lap, tucked him up in a blanket from the couch, and kissed him on the forehead. She whispered, "I love you, Daddy," picked up her clothes, and quietly left the room.




Just an Old-Fashioned Romance



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Carol pulled up in front of Jake's house and sat in the car a long time trying to steady herself. She got out of the car and walked slowly to the door, then turned around and walked back to the car again. She had the car door open when she changed her mind and started for the house again. Looking like she was expecting to be tortured, she put out a shaking hand and rang the doorbell.

"What do you want, Carol?"

"Can I come in, Jake? I really want to talk to you."

"I'm working. And, I'm not much interested in anything you have to say. Go. Get on with your life. Be happy. I'm just someone you used to know."

"Jake, please! I'm not here to fight, I'm here to apologize. Please!"

Apologize? Carol? As far as Jake knew, she'd never apologized to anyone for anything in her life. With her money and looks she didn't have to. This conversation was very strange and maybe a little suspicious. 

Warily Jake drawled, "Err..., no problem. Apology accepted. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Please, let me come in and talk. Don't make me beg out in the street, Jake."

Jake had loved and protected her for too many years not to respond to the pleading note in her voice. 'God, I'm a fool,' he thought as he stepped aside to let her in.

"Jake, I..."

"Stop! Take off your clothes."

"Why?..."

"I need to know if you're wearing a transmitter. Your attitude for the last twenty years has been--you don't apologize, you don't have to. The most likely explanation for the sudden change is you're acting as bait for your father's attack lawyers. So, either take off your clothes and submit to a body search or I'm throwing you out. You have three seconds. One. Two..."

"All right! All right. I'll do it. Whatever you say."

"As you take each item off, hand it to me, starting with your purse."

Since Carol was only wearing a halter top, shorts, a thong, and sandals, it didn't take long. 

"Jewelry too?"

"Everything. I see you're still shaved."

Carol blushed a little and looked down. "Yea, I decided I like it."

"Turn around and face the wall. Back up a little. Now lean forward and put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs. More. More. All right, I'm going to sit on the bench behind you and examine your things. If I find nothing alarming, I'll examine your body. After that, we'll go in another room and talk. If I find anything that could conceivably be a transmitter or a recorder, or you move before I give you permission, I'll throw you out. Do I make myself clear?"

In a small voice, "Yes, Jake." 

"Good. Now keep quiet so I can concentrate on what I'm doing. The more you distract me, the longer this process will take."

'God,' she thought, 'I couldn't be more exposed if I was on national television.' 

Still, the fact that Jake was sitting directly behind her and only three feet away had her clit standing on end and her juices running down her legs. Knowing he could see anything he wanted and do anything he wanted and she couldn't stop him had her as hot as she had ever been in her life.

Seeing Carol leaning against the wall, spread out and vulnerable, and obviously turned on by it, Jake couldn't help thinking, 'More than anything else in life, I want to sink into her and fuck her until we drop. Control yourself, Jake! Nothing would be more stupid than to jump into this before you know what's going on.' Under his breath he repeated the mantra, "She could be bait. She could be bait." continuously, and it helped him keep his mind on protecting himself. 

After Jake had carefully examined everything about her clothing, jewelry, and purse; he crossed the hall and opened a door a foot from where Carol was so awkwardly placed.

"What are you doing, Jake?"

"I'm locking your clothes in this closet. I'll give them back when you're ready to leave, but while you're here, they stay in the closet." 

Suiting action to words he pressed the locking button on the inside knob of the closet door and closed it. He twisted the outside handle and pulled on the door to make sure she understood that she was not getting her clothes back until he gave them to her. 

"Now, hold still and I'll try to make the body search as painless as possible."

"Could you hurry up, Jake? I'm starting to cramp up."

Jake ducked under her arm and stood facing her with his back against the wall. He started with her hair, admiring its fiery sheen in spite of himself. Next he lightly traced her face, over her eyes, behind her ears, the back of her neck, rubbing it for a second or two, then sliding his fingers forward over her throat and Carol tilted her head back to give him better access. 

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Carol, but at the moment I'm not in a position to care. I have enough respect for your father to know if he's behind what you're doing, I'm in deep shit. At the moment, most of my attention is focused on staying alive. I'm trying to treat you as gently as I can, but your comfort isn't a priority right now."

"You can't be thinking Daddy would have you killed! Or, I'd be part of something like that!"

"No, of course not. Killing would be far too humane. The best revenge would be to destroy everything I care about, and leave me to live the rest of my life in the ashes. If he can get something on me that he can turn into a law suit, life as I know it is over."

"I don't suppose it would help if I said coming here today was my own idea, and all I want to do is talk?"

"Not a bit. Sorry, but if everything I value is on the line, I need a little more than your word for it. And, I do remember you threatening me with an orange jump suit not too long ago. Open up." 

Carol opened her mouth and when Jake put his index finger in she closed her lips around it and started sucking. 

'Two can play this game,' Jake thought to himself, and started gently pumping in and out of her mouth like he did during the massage. When she moaned around his finger, he turned his hand over and stroked the roof of her mouth.

Carol had an orgasm almost at once and her knees came very close to buckling under her. "God, Jake. If you start that again, you'll drive me crazy."

"Again? So, you were awake."

"Yea, I woke up in the bathtub. At first I was too wiped out to move. After a while, what you were doing felt so good... I was afraid we'd start fighting again if I woke up, so I stayed passed out."

Jake ran his fingers lightly down her arms, across her sensitive arm pits, and down her sides as far as he could reach. Carol let out another moan and Jake ducked back out from her encircling arms, walked directly behind her and pressed his denim covered erection against her completely exposed sex. 

With her legs spread as wide as they were, the fact that Carol was three inches taller than Jake meant she was exactly the right height for him to enter her. The thought that he might do just that sent a little frission of excitement through her.

Jake reached as far up her arms as he could. He trailed slow gentle fingers down her arms and sides all the way to her hips causing her body to tremble and her breath to go shallow. After repeating this journey a few more times, he transferred his attention to her back and sides. Then around to her front, tracing the outsides of her breasts, underneath, circling up on their inner slopes, his palms just brushing her nipples in passing, over their tops, and start the circuit again and again and again. 

Carol was amazed at how much she was enjoying Jake's hands on her body. Having to hold herself completely open while he did whatever he wanted had her so hot she could hardly stand it. It wasn't that Jake was touching her any where that hadn't been fondled by a hundred other men, but when Jake did it she felt things she'd never known before. It was like being a virgin all over again. 

When his hands started sliding down her stomach to her mons, she pulled her two remaining brain cells together and asked, "Uuuuh! J-just wh-what are y-you l-looking for, J-Jake?"

Without hesitating or slowing his teasing he replied, "Sub-dermal implant: a micro-transmitter injected under the skin. If done properly, it's almost invisible. The best way to find one is by touch. It feels like a hard knot of muscle."

Carol couldn't tell if he was serious or just feeding her a line. Fortunately for her sanity, she was far too horny to care. If he was actually looking for some kind of secret agent hardware or if he was just looking for an excuse to feel her up, it didn't matter as long as he kept doing it. 

"Aaaahh! Y-you'll l-let m-me know i-if you f-find one, w-won't you?"

Jake chuckled, "You'll be the first to know."

"G-good."

Jake dropped to his knees so he could feel up Carol's wonderful legs, easily the best feature of an already stunning woman. Of course, this move put him at eye level or, more accurately, at lips and tongue level, with her hopelessly aroused sex. A girl can hope, can't she?

Jake's hands were stroking up her legs toward the two holes they both knew he'd been saving for last. And, of course, teasing bastard that he was, he took his own sweet time getting there. When he finally, finally! reached his destination, she was ready to explode. 

Unfortunately, all the painful stuff that had been going on between them lately inspired Jake to unnatural heights of fiendishness. By using the fluids running down her inner thighs, he succeeded in lubing her anal opening without actually touching her labia. He continued his teasing, watching Carol's reactions very carefully. When he was sure she could take no more, he plunged his fingers into both holes at once. 

Carol's orgasm exploded inside her. She was past nuclear. She was an exploding sun giving birth to a new galaxy in some distant region of space. The light blinded her, washed over and through her, wiped out all existence but itself. 

When the light faded at last and Carol could focus again, she found herself lying on the couch in Jake's living room without the slightest idea how she got there. As her other senses came back on line, she noticed Jake kneeling by the couch, massaging the spasms out of her legs. When he saw she was awake he lifted a container from the coffee table and placed the straw against her lips. 

"Here, drink this. We need to get some fluids back into you." 

The drink was cool and pleasant with a slight citrus flavor so light it was almost unnoticeable. 

"What is it?"

"A sports drink. I use it when I'm running. It'll help with the cramps."

"So, did you find it?"

"Find what?

"The transmitter under my skin?"

"Not this time."

"Bastard."

"Got that right. So, we've established you don't have a transmitter secreted about your person, what did you want to talk about?"

"Well, I came over to apologize for the way I acted last month, but I may have just changed my mind."

"And...?"

"What do you mean -- and? There is no -- and."

"There has to be. You didn't go through all that out in the hallway just to say, sorry. You said that at the door over half an hour ago, and I told you, apology accepted. You fulfilled your social duty and were free to retreat with honor intact. Not to mention the fact that I was being as discouraging as I could be without slamming the door in your face. You had to expect something like what happened, a display of hostility and suspicion at any rate. Why'd you put yourself through all that?"

Carol sat up on her end of the couch, pressed her legs together and folded her hands in her lap. She couldn't do anything about being naked, but she was obviously pulling together all the confidence and dignity she could manage. She took a couple deep breaths to steady herself. 

"Well, because I was hoping something like that would happen. I figured I'd enjoy the hell out of it, and I was right!" 

Confidence seemingly deserting her, she looked back down at her hands.

"Let me get this straight. Are you telling me you came here looking for that? That you had a good time just now?"

"God, yes! I had a good time just now, and I had a good time on the blanket, and I had a good time on the bench. Three completely different scenes, and each one the best sex of my life!" 

She hesitated for a moment and looked down at her hands again. Her voice dropped from a normal conversation level to a quiet murmur. 

"So I came by to ask you to do anything you want with me except send me away."

"Are you telling me you want me to be your Dom?"

"Something like that, yea. Look, we had two hours on the bench, counting the massage maybe an hour and a half on the blanket, and half an hour in a drafty hallway. Less than four hours with you and I enjoyed them a hundred times more than the rest of my life put together! I know you love me, and I know you've always taken care of me. So, I came here to say I'm sorry for the way I acted last month, and I'm sorry for the way I've treated you. I want to be with you and I'll do absolutely anything to prove it."

Jake had to give himself a moment to take it all in. "'Could this be real?' he thought to himself. Although he was still suspicious, Jake had some reason to believe it was possible. For one thing, he hadn't found a trace of anything alarming in her clothes, jewelry, or purse; nor on the house security monitors he checked while she was on the couch. For another, Carol couldn't have faked her arousal at standing spread wide open for half an hour, naked and vulnerable, while he did whatever he pleased. Plus, Jake had known her all his life and could usually tell when she was lying. She seemed embarrassed, frightened, excited yes; lying no. 

"Stand up. Come over here and stand directly in front of me."

"Sure, Jake." 

She approached until she was almost touching his shoes.

"Closer."

Carol placed her feet outside his, and continued forward until her legs touched the couch. She stopped with her lovely body directly over his lap, and just stood there with her legs open and her arms at her sides, looking into his eyes and waiting for his next command.

"Place your hands behind your head."

She complied eagerly, a dazzling smile lighting up her face.

"Spread your legs wider."

Grinning widely, Carol spread her legs as wide as she could and still stand up.

"Look straight ahead and hold your pose no matter what happens." 

Jake started lightly tracing his fingers around and around her clit. Carol trembled and moaned, but she did her best to obey his commands. 

"I admit, I love giving you orgasms. You're easily the most responsive woman I can imagine."

"I'm responsive to you, Jake. The things you do make me crazy. I've never felt anything like it."

"Well, I'd like nothing better than to have you in my clutches, but there's a couple things holding me back. One is, I'm not convinced your father isn't behind what you're doing. Another is, I'm not into drive-by fucks. I've loved you too much for too long for us to be fuck buddies or casual lovers. You haven't had a relationship that's lasted more than three months in the last five years. If you're not planning on being around at least a year to see if we can make it work, I'm not interested." 

Jake's fingers were working their magic. They traced around and around her labia while he talked as if it were just an idle habit like doodling: something he wasn't even thinking about. 

Carol had never had to just stand there and take it before. In the past, as soon as one of her sex partners discovered she liked to be submissive, he put her to work servicing him. Now, she was having orgasms imposed on her, constantly and almost casually, as if cumming for Jake was her role in life. And the light touches kept circling around and around her most sensitive spot, each circuit cranking her arousal up another notch. 

"I-I want to b-be with you for the rest of m-my life, J-Jake."

"Are you saying that because you mean it, or because I'm about to give you another orgasm?"

Carol was having trouble standing up straight and her knees were buckling. Her hips seemed to have taken on a life of their own. 

"Aaaah. I'm say-saying it because I m-mean it, Jake." 

Her stomach muscles were tensing up and she couldn't hold still. Her body was twisting in an agony of arousal.

"If you mean it, you're going to have to show me."

"H-How can I d-do that-that, Jake?"

Jake made her wait for his answer. He made the circles faster and tighter, and watched the muscles tensing in her stomach and the flush growing on her chest and neck. 

"Well, you can start by cumming for me. Now!" 

On his word, Jake slapped her clit with his open palm.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Carol screamed and collapsed, twitching and quivering, on Jake's lap. 

"D-Damn it, Jake! W-What are you d-doing to me? I've nev-never been like this bef-f-fore."

"If we're going to have the relationship you asked for, you'll do this every day. Whatever I want. Whenever I want. No argument. No hesitation. If you ever say no, you'll be punished."

Carol had thrown her arms around Jake's neck to hold herself up while she twitched and shuddered out her orgasm. With her head still pressed into his shoulder, she gasped, "A-are y-you serious?"

"Absolutely."

"D-Deal."

Jake grinned, but his voice was serious. 

"Just a second, sweetheart. We haven't addressed my issues yet, and quite frankly, I need time to think about it. You've had over thirty days to get used to the idea and I've had less than thirty minutes. Come by at nine, Saturday morning, and we'll talk some more. I should have figured out what works for me, and you can decide then if you're still interested." 

Jake continued, "I do have a couple things I want you to do before Saturday, though. Get ahold of your doctor and make an appointment for a full STD screen. The last couple years you've been far too reckless with unprotected sex. Call Vinni at the health club and have him put you on a fitness program. You've been letting yourself go to hell lately. Oh! And that reminds me, start looking for a job. Maybe volunteer work. Something you care about that takes at least twenty hours a week. You've been an adolescent party girl long enough. If that list doesn't scare you off, I'll let you know on Saturday what else I'm going to put you through. Any questions?"

"Do I get my clothes back?"

Jake lifted Carol off his lap and headed for the closet door. 

"You might as well get used to it. Until I'm convinced you're not acting as bait for your father's goons, we'll be going through the search routine every time you come over." 

"In that case, it's a date!" 

Carol dressed, gave Jake a passionate kiss, and scooted out the door looking a hundred times more cheerful than when she arrived.

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"What's the matter, Baby, can't sleep? Come back to bed and let me make it better."

Charlie slid back in bed and Karen snuggled up beside him. 

"I'm worried about Ed, Hon. He just hasn't been the same since Eric left. It's been over a year and I was hoping he'd start coming out of his funk, but I don't think he is. He's always depressed and a couple times I'm sure he was suicidal. He scares me. And I've got that trade show coming up. Between getting the booth ready, staffing the show, and following up the leads; I'll be tied up all month."

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to try to keep an eye on him or what?"

"Yea. Actually, I was thinking a little more than that. How would you feel about us moving in with him? He's always looking for roommates, and we can tell him we want to give up our apartments so we can save up a down payment on a house. What do you think?"

"Are you asking me to live with you?"

"Well, yea! I mean, hell, we live together now. This would just make it real or official or something. Are you okay with that?"

"Yes! Oh, hell yes! But what about Ed? Will he be okay with it? And what about the sex? Are we going to stick to our room, or wait until he's out of the house, or make him watch, or what?"