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Karen's First Year Ch. 01

By: MastrStoryTeller



This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote.



Karen glanced at her GPS unit. About 40 miles to go, until she reached her mentor's beach house. She should arrive by sunset. Her mind had been going crazy with wild thoughts for the past 72 hours leading up to this weekend. And the moistening in her pussy didn't help calm her nerves one bit. As horny as she had been lately, it still didn't make sense for her to consider this to be a weekend providing sexual relief. After all, she was going out to spend the weekend with her mentor from work, and his lady friend would be there. She was just a guest for the weekend. Still, she had enough hints that the weekend would not be exactly "normal," whatever that meant.

Paul had invited her up for the weekend on the previous Tuesday evening over beers, when the team she worked with had been celebrating the completion of their latest consulting contract. It had been a 3 year project providing several million dollars of revenue to this small firm. She had been at the firm for a little over three months, and hadn't done much more than proofread documents and presentations and help close up loose ends in the final submittal to the customer. Nonetheless, she had been invited to the after work celebration.

Paul was co-founder of the company and the leader of her team, and had assigned himself to be her mentor when she arrived at the firm. They had hit it off on the first day, and she had enjoyed every day of work since her nervous arrival on the scene. Her mind drifted back to that first day as she continued her drive through the evergreen forest on her way to the central Washington coast.

She had arrived at Clarkson Consultants at 9AM on that Monday morning, 30 minutes before she was told to be there. She was there early despite the fact that she had spent over an hour that morning getting dressed and putting on her make-up. She had complete confidence in her intellectual capability for the job, but she hadn't even focused on her professional appearance until her older brother had asked her if she had gotten a wardrobe for the job the week before she was due to start. Even with three college degrees, she still had a lot to learn, especially about the social aspects of her nascent professional life.

Karen was your naturally cute girl next door. She had been a tomboy in junior high school and into high school. Physically, she had been a late developer, but when her female figure finally made its appearance just before she turned seventeen, she developed curves in all the right places. She stood about 5' 1" tall with long straight blonde hair that fell to her shoulder blades. She had developed a very noticeable rear end that filled her jeans very nicely. Her well shaped pert breasts were always ensconced in a bra, as she considered them too big to go braless, even though they stood straight out from her chest without any hint of sag. She had a 23" waist, although she seldom wore clothes that highlighted the beauty of her figure.

She had been a nerd in high school, hanging out with the intellects of the school and her high school social life had been solely with those friends. She had probably gone on a grand total of five dates throughout high school. And all of them were with best buddies; not what one would call a boy friend.

She was quite learned about sex when she went away to college, although it was all from books. Through high school, she read voraciously about sex, not only from non-fiction books, but she also read several romances, both teen and adult. Her mom had quite a collection of romances, including several with very hot sex scenes. She knew she had gotten aroused while reading them, but she had never had an orgasm. She learned all about the physiology of sex from the fact books, and coupled that with the emotional feelings from the romances.

She had her first orgasm in her dorm at MIT. This happened in the first week at college, as a result of hearing her roommate play with herself after they had turned out the lights late one night (another story). Over the next seven years, she got her BS and MS in environmental science, and an MBA from Harvard, and she had also gone through a couple of boyfriends, lost her virginity, and expanded her personal experience and knowledge of sex. Unfortunately, the only source of orgasm in all that time had been from her own fingers, as none of the guys had done anything to really get her turned on, much less brought her to the level of ecstasy that her many readings had led her to expect.

She wasn't a prude; she was just inexperienced, although she was still struggling with separating the sex from the romance, as most of her friends had done. Her natural curiosity, combined with pleasure she received from masturbating after reading sexually explicit material, had led to her broaden her scope. She was now reading a wide variety of sexually explicit material, including a considerable amount of hard core porn. She had even watched some porn on the internet, finding herself getting horny from many of the different sexual scenes she watched or read about. She was surprised, not only at the diversity of fetishes, but at her level of arousal from some of the wilder things she watched. She found she particularly enjoyed bondage scenes and multiple players.

Now that she was starting her career, it seemed like she had changed from a college student to a career woman overnight, and she quickly learned that there were new behavior expectations that she had to learn and adapt to. She was thankful that her brother had brought up the issue of her wardrobe, as she normally wore jeans and sweatshirts on campus. She couldn't remember the last time she had worn makeup prior to that morning. She didn't overdo the makeup, taking advantage of some wardrobe advice she had found on the internet. Her wardrobe on her first morning consisted of a dark blue skirt that stopped a couple of inches above her knee, topped with a cashmere sweater with a v-neck that exposed just a hint of her cleavage. The saleswoman at Macy's who had helped her pick out her wardrobe had urged her to wear this particular outfit, telling her that she looked attractive and professional, an image that was supposed to be appropriate. She had to admit when she looked in the mirror that she looked professional, but much prettier than her normal image of herself.

Even though she was early to the office, she was ushered into Paul's office immediately. She had met Paul during the interview process and had found him to be very professional, extremely smart, and quite sociable. On top of that she had noticed that he was in amazingly great physical shape despite his being old. He had to be in his fifties, making him older than her mom or dad. And he had degrees from MIT as well, giving them an instant bond.

"Welcome to the Clarkson Associates team," Paul said, shaking her hand and inviting her into his office. She noticed his eyes giving her the once over as he welcomed her, and she hoped her wardrobe passed his inspection. She felt her face blush, and hoped he didn't notice that.

Paul observed Karen on two levels. Professionally, he was pleased to see her wardrobe selection, recognizing that she had found an appropriate balance between being a woman and being a professional. He was a keen observer and noted the slight blush on her cheek, recognizing it as being real and not makeup. Being the male he was, he also observed that she had a great figure, a beautiful face, and an infections smile. He let his thoughts run wild, imagining himself between her legs, licking her pussy until she screamed in pleasure. Paul had acknowledged to himself many years earlier that he was a sexaholic, but had intelligently managed his life so that his sexual behavior never impacted his professional life. That didn't mean that his sex life and business life were separate. Not by a long shot. But, he was very careful whenever the two merged to ensure that neither his personal or professional integrity was violated. Or anyone else's for that matter. Those times when he had had a sexual relationship with a coworker of professional associate, it had been a solid adult relationship maintained by both parties separate from their business relationship. Little did Karen know just how much the two worlds overlapped.

Paul set his sexual thoughts aside as he followed her into his office. He spent the rest of the morning briefing her on everything she needed to know to work there, covering everything from IT security to how the company 401(k) plan worked. He then took her out to lunch at one of the local restaurants. He bought her first lunch on the company explaining to her that from that point on, she could charge lunches to the company if she was with a client and only then. He showed her her cubicle after lunch, and left her in the hands of the IT support person to get set up with her company laptop.

Over the next several weeks, she poured herself into the job, taking work home every night. She found her teammates to be an eclectic group with several backgrounds and ages. But she could tell that this team worked well together and worked hard to fit in. She succeeded beyond her wildest imagination, as the team embraced her and included her in their celebration when the project was over. Surprisingly, even though there were several teammates closer to her age, she had become best of friends with Paul. He was quickly impressed with her intellect and work ethic, and although she didn't realize it, he was in lust with her. But, as much as he wanted to make love to her, he had also noted her naiveté, when it came to sex, lust, and love.

Over the past three months, she had learned a great deal from Paul and about Paul. He was independently wealthy, and worked purely for the fun of it, although his charge rate was several hundred dollars an hour. She found that she could talk with him about anything and he never judged or belittled her. When she was challenged with particular problems, he never gave her answers, but coached her on how to solve her professional challenges, making him an awesome mentor. She did observe that he was always looking over her body when they were together, but he never made advances, and she detected no sexual overtones in his action. But, she had also noted that more men were looking her over now that she was wearing a more upscale wardrobe. She had even received a couple of date requests, but had turned them down to stay focused on her new job.

At the contract completion celebration, which was being held in one of the banquet rooms at a local hotel, they had all had a few drinks, and several teammates were getting quite buzzed. Paul had made it clear to all that it was okay to let one's hair down at the party, as the company had hired a limo to get everyone home safely afterwards. Karen had stuck with wine, but she knew that she had drunk quite a bit, and was tipsy herself. She was thankful for the limo, as she was pretty sure that she would fail a sobriety test. As the party was winding down, Karen found herself alone with Paul at one of the tables. He was drinking his scotch, and she knew that he was also a bit tipsy.

"So, what are you doing this weekend? It'll be your first in several weeks where we are not working you overtime," Paul asked.

"I don't know. I haven't made plans yet. Maybe I'll drive around and see some of the countryside around here."

"Hmmm," he said, taking another sip of his scotch. "I'd have thought you would have grabbed a friend and had some fun, given how hard we've been working you.

She laughed, clearly understanding his intent. "Oh, you mean like my boy friend. Well, I don't have one, so I'll just be solo for the weekend."

"Hmmm," he said again. He smirked a bit, and she could tell that he was in a contemplative mode, so she sipped on her wine.

A couple of minutes later, he spoke again. "Look, I'm going out to my beach house for the weekend, and I'd like to invite you to come out as well. It is rather remote, but I have all the necessary creature comforts."

"Was he making a pass at her?" she wondered. She started to say something, but he shushed her, continuing, "Don't say 'Yes,' or 'No,' now. I need to give you some more information before you answer. There needs to be full disclosure before you answer. I'll send you an email later this evening with details, and you can let me know tomorrow. And whatever you decide, please understand that it is okay, and will have nothing to do with our professional relationship or your career here at Clarkson."

She was flabbergasted, and twisted her mind around the vagueness of his strange comments. She had heard Paul describe his beach front place several times, and it sounded like a wonderful getaway. Still, she wasn't sure it would be appropriate to socialize with the firm owner, even though she was really interested in escaping to the beach. And then he added the weird twist to the invite. A few minutes later, Paul invited Karen to share the limo for their rides home. Against her better judgment, she accepted.

To Karen's surprise, Paul was every bit a gentleman on the ride back to her apartment. He walked her to her door, and made sure she was safe inside before returning to the limo, all without making a single move on Karen. Karen went inside, not sure whether or not she was pleased or disappointed that Paul hadn't made a pass at her. Her mind and her vagina seemed to be arguing over the point. She knew it was the booze talking, but she was incredibly horny, and contrary to her normally anonymous fantasies, her sexual focus was on Paul. And, had he invited her to the beach house for some sort of tryst. There was no reason to believe that his invitation was anything but innocent, except for the intrigue surrounding the note he was sending her. No matter how hard she tried to shake off the sexy images of Paul playing in her mind she couldn't get rid of the images. Karen stripped off her clothes, put on her lounging robe, and then poured herself another glass of wine. 

She powered up her home computer as she sipped her wine. As she usually did every night, she checked her email. Just as Paul had promised, she had an email from him. She opened it eagerly to find a short note with a Word document attached. The note explained that Paul would be going to the beach house with his lady friend, Jeannie, and that Karen was welcome to join them for the weekend. Karen felt her heart sink; realizing consciously for the first time that she had a crush on Paul. "Oh my god!" she thought, "That solves any issue about Paul coming on to her."

She read further. The note went on to explain that he considered the beach house as an island unto itself, into which the real world was not supposed to intrude. He had developed a document that provided behavioral guidelines and expectations for anyone who stayed at his beach place. His note explained that anyone going there, including his children, had to agree to the expectations described in the document. If she wanted to join them, she was certainly welcome but she had to read the document and agree to follow the guidelines. Now her emotions and mind were completely messed up as a result of the mysterious note.

With incredible curiosity and still inebriated, she opened what turned out to be a three page document. It explained that Paul was basically Libertarian, and he had adopted a Libertarian set of guidelines. It pointed out that the beach house was most definitely an adult environment and kids under 18 would only be invited on certain occasions like family gatherings. It outlined expected behaviors, and while implying that alcohol and soft drugs were to be allowed and tolerated, personal privacy and preferences were to be respected at all times. People were expected to respect each other and each other's privacy, but that all should be aware that since it was relatively small, everyone would likely be aware of other people's behavior. And finally, the note asserted that it was most definitely his place, and that he would behave however he chose, although he would completely respect the personal space and desires of all guests. The document was very blunt in that it specifically mentioned the use of marijuana and that very often, someone would be reading erotica or watching porn on the entertainment system. Finally, all guests had to commit to not allow behaviors, observed or experienced, to penetrate back into the real world. 

For no good reason other than wild imagination, her pussy was moist after reading the document, and her curiosity and interest had only increased. She wondered if Paul expected her to say yes, or to decline after reading the note. Either way it didn't matter. He invited her and by golly, she was going. She emailed her acceptance of the terms and expressed her desire to join them at the beach.

Karen had met Jeannie a couple of weeks earlier at a company function, not realizing at the time that Paul and Jeannie were a couple. Now that she realized they were an item, she "googled" Jeannie out of curiosity. Karen was surprised to find out that Jeannie had a PhD in Human Sexuality, and that she had her own counseling practice and a web site. With trepidation and some excitement, Karen double clicked on the link to Jeannie's web site.

Jeannie's Home Page was tastefully done, but only a few seconds after the web page appeared on her monitor, Karen knew that Jeannie's website was most definitely for adults only. The home page explained that Jeannie's practice focused on couples who were experiencing issues with their sexual relationship. The warning at the bottom of the page made it clear that only adults should enter Jeannie's site. The discovery of this insight into Paul's friend whetted Karen's appetite for more information. She clicked the 'Enter' button.

It took Karen nearly thirty minutes to fully explore Jeannie's site. Jeannie had been in her own practice for approximately five years, and she had received national awards for her work. She was a published author, and in fact had co-authored several college texts on the subject. Karen had had no idea what Jeannie's profession was when they had met, and she found herself a bit weirded out with the thought that she had conversed with a sex therapist. And a bit excited with her new knowledge. By the time she had finished perusing the website, Karen's mind had formed images of Paul and Jeannie having sex. And despite her attempts to control her imagination, her images were hot and steamy as she imagined them having all kinds of kinky sex. Her pussy juices were dampening her panties as she realized she wouldn't get to sleep without some manual relief

She squeezed her thighs together trying to reduce her excitement a bit, but it didn't help.

Karen thought about shutting her laptop down and crawling into bed. But, she was wide awake, and quite horny, and so she decided to view some internet porn. Jeannie's web page included several links that she recommended, and Karen decided to explore further. The links were broken down into three categories; information, products, and entertainment. Karen clicked on the information link and was presented with a long menu of sex related topics for which she could request information. She backed up and selected products. Once again, she found a list of web sites; this time focused on sex related products for sale, including toys, lubes, and lingerie. She backed up once again, and clicked the entertainment link. Here, she found a list of sites that provided all kinds of porn and erotica. She selected one of the free porn sites listed on Jeannie's links page.

After confirming that she was over 18 (why did she feel like she was only 15?), she was allowed to enter the site. The first page provided a list of porn genre's to select from. She knew her subconscious was in control when she picked 'May – September.' Moments later up popped a window with several individual stills of x-rated action, each with its own title and rating. She was blown away to find that there were over 100 pages of videos for this theme at 24 videos per page. She perused the listings for awhile until one hit her like a ton of bricks. It was titled "Older Mentor Teaches Young Assistant." Before she realized what she was doing she clicked on it, noting that it was about 10 minutes long and had a very high viewer rating. The video started with an older man and a young girl in an office. The grey haired man was wearing a business suit, and the young girl was wearing a too tight blouse and a very short mini-skirt. Her obviously enhanced but braless boobs were visible through the thin cloth of the blouse. The man was sitting in an office chair and instructed the girl to take off his pants. 


Karen's First Year Ch. 01



The girl did as instructed allowing the man's large turgid cock to escape from the prison of his slacks. The girl dropped to her knees between the man's legs, and she lowered her head towards his hard cock. Karen watched as the girl started licking the man's cock. The camera zoomed in on the sexy action, as the girl licked the man's cock from top to bottom, using the tip of her tongue to circle around the man's balls. Karen slipped her hand inside her robe as she watched the action. Her fingers found her engorged nipple, and she felt spasms shoot from her boob to her clit as she massaged her own nipple. The girl slowly licked her way back up the man's shaft. Karen watched intently as the girl's lips surrounded the head of her boss's cock. Karen found herself wondering if Paul's cock was a big as this guy's. She found herself imagining wrapping her lips around it. She tried to shake the image but couldn't. Karen continued to squeeze her nipples as the girl slowly lowered her mouth around the guy's cock.

As much as her pussy demanded attention, Karen avoided touching it, wanting to see how far this girl would go. Karen had tried to suck a guy's cock a couple of times, but she had gagged both times. And this guy's cock was huge compared to theirs. She was mesmerized as the blonde's lips descended slowly down the shaft. The girl's eyes were focused on the camera, and Karen found herself wondering what it would be like to have an audience when one had sex. She pulled her own robe open and looked at her breasts. She watched her fingers play with her nipple, seeing it get even harder. A gurgle on the video drew Karen's eyes back to the monitor. With her eyes still looking straight into the camera, the blonde was now bobbing up and down on the man's shaft. As Karen watched, the girl started caressing his sack with her hand, occasionally squeezing the man's balls. 

Karen heard the man moaning and felt her pussy start to ooze. She allowed her legs to relax and fall apart. She gave each nipple a final squeeze and then dropped her hand to her pussy, giving in to her sexual desires. Her pussy lips were already engorged and open, coated with her own juices. She jerked when her finger touched her sensitive clit. Not yet ready for a climax, Karen returned her finger's attention back to her breasts and nipples. She continued to play with her nipples as she watched the girl slide her lips up and down the man's purplish cock. He was moaning and groaning, and the girl slid her hand further up off of his ball sack and onto his cock below her lips. The man told the girl that he was about to cum, and the girl pulled her mouth free of his cock. Using the combination of her saliva and his precum as a lubricant, she started stroking his hard cock with her hands. Karen noted that the girl's fingers barely made it around his cock. She squeezed her own nipples harder as she watched the girl jerk the man off.  After about three strokes with her hands, the man started erupting. His cum squirted out, landing on the girl's face and lips, and dripping down over her breasts. She continued to jerk the man's cock, squeezing several shots of cum from his manhood. She opened her mouth, catching as much semen as she could on her tongue. Karen felt her juices dripping freely from her own pussy.

The video ended, but Karen wanted more. After trying several videos, only to find them unappealing, she stumbled across a video showing an older gentleman with two young babes. She couldn't resist, and clicked on the highly rated 12 minute video. The scene opened with all three sitting in a living room. He was wearing Chinos and a tank top, showing a pretty good set of pecs. The two girls were wearing short shorts and halter tops. Shortly after the video started, the two girls started kissing each other. Karen watched intently as their tongues started teasing each other, and then exploring each other's mouths. Their hand removed each others tops, revealing two pairs of nice boobs. Karen liked the idea that neither of the girls had their boobs enhanced.

The girls started playing with each others nipples, and Karen did the same to hers. One of the girls started licking the other, trailing her tongue across the chin and throat of her playmate. She sensuously explored the body of her plaything, eventually arriving at her breasts. Karen watched her as she licked the breast in front of her. Slowly the tongue circled the breast, slowing climbing the side to its apex. Karen heard the girl moan when the tongue reached her nipple. The sensitivity of her own nipples told Karen how aroused she was becoming. The girl suckled the nipples, while her hand moved lower and started exploring between the girl's thighs. 

Karen couldn't hold back any longer and dropped her hand back to her sopping wet pussy. She used her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide as she watched the girls tongue trail lower and lower over her friend's abdomen. Avoiding contact with her ultra-sensitive clit, Karen felt around the inner folds of her own pussy. She held her breath as the girl's tongue approached its obvious goal. The girl receiving the tonguing spread her legs wide, inviting her friend to explore. It didn't take long before Karen was watching a close up of the Sapphic attention on screen as the girls tongue started dancing around her playmate's clit. 

Finally giving in to her own passion, Karen started massaging her own clit, feeling how swollen it had become. As she watched the video, she wondered what it would be like to have a woman licking her cunt like that. With one hand she squeezed her nipples, while the other hand played with her cunt. Her eyes were glued to her monitor as she watched the video. As the girls continued their action, the man had stripped and now approached the one girl from behind. His hard on was evident, although his cock wasn't that large.

Karen knew what was going to happen next, as the man approached the girl's ass. Karen watched the young woman spread her legs, inviting the man to fuck her. Amazingly, Karen found herself wanting to be the one that was being licked. She realized she wanted to be eaten as she watched the other girl get fucked. Karen slid a couple of fingers inside of her own juicy wet cunt, as her thumb continued to manipulate and massage her clit.

The camera moved around behind the girl, and focused on her pubes, as the man rubbed his cock up and down her shaved pussy. The girl's juices now coated the man's cock. Karen's breathing was labored. Finally, she yielded to her arousal, taking herself over the top.

"Oh, fuck!" Karen screamed, as her self-induced orgasm washed over her body. She continued to pinch and squeeze her clit, prolonging the orgasm emanating from her pussy. Plunging three fingers deep into her pussy, she finger fucked herself to a second orgasm, seemingly right on top of the first. She found her own g-spot, and pressing her finger against it brought on yet a third mind-bending orgasm.

She continued to push herself to orgasm after orgasm as the video played itself out. When the video ended, Karen collapsed back into her chair, completely exhausted. After several minutes, she recovered, and dragged herself off to bed, expecting to sleep soundly.



Karen's First Year Ch. 02



This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote.



The past two and a half days had been a blur as Karen tried valiantly to purge the x-rated thoughts she had of Paul and Jeannie. Several times she had convinced herself that she should beg off of the weekend, but she couldn't follow through whenever she had the chance to tell Paul. Her mind was flooded with images of Paul and Jeannie, and she kept trying to refocus her thoughts back onto work.

She didn't usually masturbate every night, but since Tuesday night she was extremely horny every night by the time she was ready for bed each night. She found herself repeating the events of that night, logging on and finding a hot video to watch. She found herself selecting videos with older men and threesomes. She had had mind shattering orgasms each night driven by fantasies of Paul and Jeannie. 

And now she was less than an hour from the beach house where she would be spending two days with the two people that had been fucking around inside of her brain. And, no matter how hard she tried, she found herself included in many of those images. She knew her imagination had gone wild, but she seemed incapable of doing anything about it.

Karen was wearing her usual jeans, but had selected a pair that was one size smaller than her normal size. And she had selected the tightest sweatshirt in her drawer. And for reasons she couldn't understand, she was wearing some of her sexiest underwear. Not that she had lots of sexy underwear; she didn't. She normally wore basic underwear, but for that day she had selected a lacy bra and matching panty set that one of her few boyfriends had bought her. Besides her weekend bag, she had a bottle of wine and a fruit basket for her host and hostess.

The GPS indicated that she was still ten miles away when she drove through the last town on the route. She now realized that the beach house was truly remote just like he had described. The road was paved, but it was barely wide enough for two cars to pass. A warning sign just outside of town had told her that the remaining stretch of road was considered primitive with no warning signs. Driving at less than 25 miles per hour, the last stretch seemed to take forever. She found herself occasionally holding her breath, and tried to tell herself it was because of the road. She couldn't hide the fact that she was holding her breath out of excitement for what she hoped would be an interesting weekend.

She finally arrived at Paul's beach house and turned down the gravel drive. About a half mile down the driveway, the outline of Paul's house came into view, silhouetted by the setting sun disappearing over the western horizon. She pulled up next to two other cars, and climbed out of her car. She found herself looking up at a three story A-frame. She grabbed her stuff from the car and walked to the front door. It opened as she took the step up onto the porch. Paul saw the surprise on Karen's face and explained, "I have sensors in the driveway, and so I know whenever anyone is driving up.

He took her overnight bag and ushered her into the house. He directed her up the stairs, explaining that she had entered through the basement, and they would go up one floor to the primary living area. Karen headed for the stairs, passing by Paul. Now that she was in the light of the foyer, she could see that Paul was wearing a tank top and a pair of loose velour pants. For a man in his fifties, he looked might scrumptious, she thought.

She headed up the stairs, not realizing that he was having similar thoughts about her delectable ass. It looked mighty scrumptious to him.

Jeannie met Karen at the top of the stairs and graciously received the fruit basket and wine that Karen had brought as hostess gifts. Karen noticed as Jeannie's eyes gave her body the once over. Then she realized she had done the same thing, taking note of Jeannie's outfit. Jeannie was wearing a neck to toe leotard that appeared to be a second skin. She had a bright red vest on over the top that did nothing to hide the curves of her breasts or the nipples poking through the thin leotard.

"Come on in," Jeannie said. "I am so glad you took Paul up on his offer. I am sure you will enjoy the weekend. I've been looking forward to spending more time with you. Pardon my outfit. I just finished my workout."

Karen was taken aback at this level of friendliness, and she stumbled through her thanks, embarrassed at the fact she had caught herself staring at Jeannie's tits. Paul saved her though by taking her arm and leading her away. "Let me show you around, and your room for the weekend." Karen followed willingly.

Her room was on the top floor. As it was at the top of the A-frame, it wasn't very big, but it did have its own bathroom and entertainment system. Paul showed her where the towels were, and then explained the entertainments system. It was full HD and Dolby digital with satellite service and access to his movie library which he had loaded on a set of servers in the basement. He left her alone to freshen up, explaining that dinner would be served in about 45 minutes, but that she should come down and have a glass of wine as soon as she had settled in.

She turned on the TV for some entertainment while she unpacked. The first menu required her to select between the house movie network and the satellite service. While she had intended to turn on the satellite, she couldn't resist looking the movies available. Selecting the movies she was presented with another menu from which she was to select a genre. She gasped when she saw that adult was one of the genres available. She quickly returned to the satellite selection and picked one of the Sirius music stations off the satellite to listen to.

Twenty minutes later, Karen headed back downstairs. Paul was watching CNN, and she found Jeannie in the kitchen, but in a different outfit. Jeannie laughed at the surprise on Karen's face due to her clothing change. She explained, "You arrived just as was finishing my cool down period after exercising.  Now, I've had a quick shower and can relax. This is so much more comfortable for lounging around. What do you think of it? I just got it."

It certainly looked comfortable enough. Again, it a single piece of clothing, consisting of loose pantaloons that came together at a very tight waist. From the waist up, two pieces of material covered her breasts and were tied behind her neck, resulting in a large expanse of exposed back. It was obvious that Jeannie was not wearing a bra. Karen noted that her back muscles were well toned. Finally, she answered, "It looks quite comfortable, and very sexy." She instantly regretted the last part of the comment, wondering to herself where the hell it had come from. She didn't normally say things like that.

"Do you really think so? Sexy, I mean. Do you really think it makes me sexy?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Oh, good. I hope Paul thinks so, too. I intend to seduce him big time tonight."

Karen was having a tough time keeping up with the onslaught of information she was taking in. It was certainly becoming obvious why Paul had made her read the document before coming to the beach house. But, she was so embarrassed, as it seemed she was going to be the proverbial extra thumb when Jeannie intended to make love with Paul for their first time. "You mean you're not already....?" Karen stuttered.

"What? Lovers? Of course, we are. I'm just doing it for the fun of it. Keeps the spice in the relationship, you know."

Then the overwhelming truth of it hit Karen as she realized that she was surprised at the very thing that this woman probably coached other couples to do. Of course, she would follow her own guidance, and was clearly not ashamed of it at all. In fact, it was obvious that Jeannie intended to enjoy it whether Karen was there or not.

Jeannie recognized the shock in Karen's face and decided that it was time to come clean about who she was. Otherwise, she realized that she would probably give the poor young girl a heart attack. "Changing the subject a bit, did Paul tell you what I did for a living?"

The reaction in Karen's face revealed to Jeannie that Karen knew of her profession, but was surprised at her answer, "No, Paul didn't tell me a thing."

"Do you know what I do?"

"Uhhh, yeah," Karen stuttered.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed about it. I'm certainly not. I am a sex therapist, and pretty damn good one at that. When you're a nymphomaniac like I am, what better occupation. But, the ethics suck! I can't fool around with my patients." She laughed. 

"Hmmm. Okay," was about all Karen could get out. Finally, after a few seconds, she got it out, "Yeah, I knew. I looked you up on google and found your website."

"And, what did you think."

"Well, to be honest, I hadn't even realized that there were therapists like you. At least, not consciously. It makes sense that couples might need counseling like that, so obviously there are people who provide the counseling. I just never thought I'd meet one."

"Well, there you go. Now you've met one. So, I hope you enjoy Italian. Dinner tonight is fettuccini alfredo with shrimp and asparagus."

"Sounds yummy!" Karen responded, meaning it.

Dinner went smoothly as they chatted about the latest debate in DC and other things in the news. Karen realized that the conversation stayed away from their personal lives. The food and wine were great, and Karen was most assuredly enjoying the meal and the company. Jeannie kept the wine flowing, and by the time Paul announced that there was Tiramisu for dessert, Karen was feeling the effects.  Paul went to the kitchen to fetch the dessert, commenting to Jeannie as he headed in, "Why don't you get the pipe out?"

"Hmmm. Sounds good," said Jeannie. She opened the cabinet behind her and pulled out a box. She opened the box and extracted a small water pipe. 

Karen watched in stunned silence as Jeannie filled the bowl with grass. Karen was not new to weed. The group of nerds that she ran around with all got stoned regularly. She was just surprised to see how casual Paul and Jeannie were about it. Jeannie took her toke as Paul returned with the Tiramisu and passed the pipe to Karen.

"Uh, no thanks. I don't," Karen said, shaking her head.

"Relax, Karen," Paul said. "Don't feel pressured. Feel free to have a toke whenever you desire. We know you smoked in college." At Karen's obvious surprise, he added, "We did a background check, remember."

"Wow. I guess I hadn't thought you'd get that data, but of course you would. And you still gave me the job?"

Paul laughed. "Shit, if we denied the job to every kid who smoked grass, we wouldn't have a staff. Those kinds of transgressions don't bother us in the least."

"So, I guess you know everything about me, then?" Karen asked, somewhat rhetorically.

"Probably not everything, but a lot. But the one thing we don't know is you. We're just now starting to find out who you are? By the way, in case you couldn't tell, everybody at the firm loves you and we're glad to have you as part of the team. Now, try to relax this weekend." Paul then picked up the pipe and took a huge toke, rippling the muscles in his throat as he held the breath in. After exhaling, he sliced and served the Tiramisu.

They continued to chat as they ate dessert. Karen learned a little more about Paul, discovering that he had been smoking pot nearly continuously since high school, that his kids smoked, and that there was seldom an evening at the beach when the pipe wasn't passed around. He had a great sense of humor, often in a self-deprecating way.

They finished dessert and all three pitched in to do the clean up, which took all of ten minutes. Paul poured himself a scotch, and the ladies opened another bottle of wine. Karen was quite tipsy and knew that another half bottle would make her quite drunk. And on top of that she was fighting with herself over whether or not to have a few tokes. Logically she could see no reason not to, but her guilty conscience was certainly arguing loudly against it. 

As they finished cleaning up, Paul asked, "Are you comfortable, Karen? There are some comfortable lounging clothes in the closet upstairs. Make yourself comfortable if you want to."

The idea appealed to her. "Thanks. I think I will." She headed upstairs.

As soon as Karen headed upstairs, Jeannie slipped into Paul's arms and gave him a deep kiss. She felt his manhood harden between his legs. "Ooh, is that for me?" she asked.

"Absolutely. But what do you expect when I have two gorgeous young women running around here?

"She is a real hottie!" Jeannie whispered into Paul's ears. "But she seems so innocent. We're going to have to take it slow and careful if we want to get her into our bed."

"I know. But, I'm sure it will be worth it. In the meantime I'll just have take advantage of you."

"Mmmmm. I hope so." She responded. "Just remember who won the last bet."

"Yeah! I remember. You did."

He could feel her press her breasts against his chest. He reached down and squeezed her ass to prove his intent and pulled her tight against his large hard-on. She moaned in his ear in appreciation.

Karen was surprised when she opened the closet, as there was a fairly extensive collection of lounge wear, including robes, sarongs, and various types of wraps. She felt one of the sarongs with her fingers, wondering if it was real silk and found that it was. The material felt sensuous on her fingertips. Finally deciding to enjoy the evening and let her hair down, she selected the sarong and started to undress. When she got down to her bra and panties, she started to put on the sarong. She hesitated, and then decided to truly be comfortable and stripped out of her underwear as well. She pulled the sarong on, and felt her nipples stiffen as the silk brushed across them. She tied the sash and headed downstairs.

Paul and Jeannie had settled in on one of the two sofas in the entertainment room, and Paul was scrolling through the cable channels. As she watched, she remembered one of the rules of the household; Paul had total control of the entertainment room remote control unless he wasn't around or yielded it. The guidelines suggested that if anyone was unhappy with his choice they could retire to their own room and watch whatever they chose there. Seemed reasonable. She took her refilled glass from Jeannie and accepted the pipe from Paul she settled comfortably onto the other couch. The couches were arranged at angles to each other, so not only did one of have a good view of the large TV screen on the wall, but could easily see people on the other couch to promote conversation. 

She pulled her feet up underneath her thighs and took a deep toke, and watched as Paul perused the channels. Paul spent enough time searching that Karen was on her third toke before he selected one of the premium movie channel movies. It was some sort of detective movie with a cast of babes with oversize boobs. As it started to play, Karen realized Paul had actually selected a soft porn channel to watch. "Oh, my gawd! He's putting on porn to watch," she thought to herself. The evening was certainly tending towards wild and away from mild.

Jeannie saw Karen flinch when Paul made his selection, and knowing Paul's rules for the house, offered her a way out. "You know that you can watch anything you want in your room, if you don't want to watch what Paul chooses."

Fortunately the room was dark enough that no one could see Karen blushing, as she contemplated her options. Part of her wanted to run to her room and hide, while her curious self demanded that she stay. Her pussy's desires carried the day. "Thanks. That's all right. This looks interesting enough. I'll stay and watch some, if you don't mind."

Paul responded, "Please don't feel pressured into anything this weekend. Just relax, and do whatever you want to enjoy yourself. That is what this place is for. Let your hair down, escape from the real world for a bit, relax, and enjoy. That is what I do when I'm here, and I don't anyone or anything get in the way of that. To the extent that my behavior might shock you, I apologize. For the shock, that is, not for my behavior. And whatever you choose to do to relax will not be judged by us."

"Thanks. I know I could use some r and r. It's been a hectic three weeks. I really appreciate the opportunity to come out here. Your place is truly awesome."

"And we're glad you could join us."

At that they all settled in to watch the movie, sip their drinks, and enjoy the pipe being passed around. Karen had made herself comfortable on one couch with her feet tucked under her and leaning against the armrest. In so doing, part of her sarong had fallen away revealing a considerable portion of her thigh. Paul and Jeannie had cuddled with each other on the other couch. She was leaning back into his shoulder, and he had his arm around her.

All three were feeling the effects of both the alcohol and the good weed that Paul had provided. The movie, although poorly scripted, made for good comedy as a caricature of detective flicks, and it proceeded with a plot line for at least fifteen minutes before the video became graphic. During that time all had relaxed a bit. But none of them were fully relaxed, as the sexual tension was ever present. 

Karen was nervous, as she had never watched porn, even soft porn, with anyone else in the room. But she wanted to be perceived as an adult, and she feared that running off to her room when confronted with adult entertainment would perpetuate her image as a girl, not a woman. And her pussy screamed for it. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to watch porn with the couple she had been fantasizing about the previous three nights. 

Paul was nervous because he wasn't yet sure how Karen would react to the liberal adult attitudes and behaviors that she was going to be confronted with over the next 48 hours. He didn't want to overdo the weekend, but he sensed that inside Karen was a real woman ready to come into her own. He knew she was intelligent, yet naïve. While he most assuredly wanted to make love to Karen, he still had developed a fatherly protectionist attitude towards her. Not that this dilemma was a problem. He actually reveled in the role of being father-mentor and lover. And with Jeannie as his soul-mate and partner in seduction, they had certainly enjoyed making love to other young adults. 

Jeannie had mixed emotions. Sexually, she desired Karen big time. Jeannie had been bisexual since her freshman year at Wellesley, and especially enjoyed introducing young women into the pleasures of Sapphic sex. Still, her professional ethics caused her to continuously question her own behavior. She was one that believed that if sex between two adults wasn't completely consensual, then it was probably rape. Yet, she also loved role playing as the victim of an overpowering aggressor. She still masturbated regularly to the memories of the night that Paul had broken into her apartment and 'raped' her while wearing a mask. They had planned that night for weeks, and it ranked as one of her more powerful sexual experiences. No matter what, there was no doubt that Karen was yummy, and she couldn't waste to taste her juices.

Fifteen minutes into the movie, a busty blonde cop was put in the position of having to service her captain sexually. Her uniform consisted of a very short skirt, and a very tight uniform blouse that displayed lots of cleavage. When she was ordered by the Captain to undress, she did of course. 

Karen's eyes were glued to the screen, partially out of curiosity, but also because she didn't want to invade on the intimacy of her hosts. The scene was eerily similar to the video she had watched earlier in the week. Also, she hoped that they weren't observing her. She didn't want them to know she was actually getting turned on from the movie.




Karen's First Year Ch. 02



Karen heard murmuring from the other couch and secretly took a peak. Paul's hand had dropped down onto Jeannie's chest and he was obviously caressing her breast through the material of Jeannie's outfit. Jeannie's hand was resting in Paul's crotch; not surprisingly making Karen jealous. They were whispering to each other, but both were watching the action on the screen. 

Karen returned her eyes to the action on the screen. The busty cop had moved over by the Captain, and they were kissing as he rubbed his hands all over her body. The girl's nipples were distended, and Karen could feel her nipples harden inside the silk sarong. After only a minute or so of this, the girl dropped to her knees in front of the captain, and apparently pulled his cock out of his pants. Since it was soft porn, they didn't actually see the Captain's cock, but the girl was now sucking on it based on the telltale action. Karen could feel her pussy moisten as she watched. She had sucked on a couple of guys, but had never really gotten into it. Both of them were so eager to get into her pants anyway. She had watched several deep throat scenes on internet porn, always finding the scene very hot. She took another toke off the pipe to hide her nervousness.

Jeannie could feel Paul's hardness through his lounging slacks, and she caressed it lightly, just as he was doing to her nipples. He knew just how to tease her, and he knew that her nipples were hard-wired to her pussy which had been creaming since she'd laid eyes on Karen. She knew it wouldn't be long before her pussy juices would be flowing and the scent of sex would be obvious. She just hoped they didn't scare Karen off with their blatant sensuality. By his stroking of her nipples, she knew Paul wanted more, but tonight was her night, and she intended to take it very slow. At least, for as long as she could take the teasing that Paul dished out.

Karen didn't know that Paul and Jeannie had been friends with benefits for over four years. Amazingly, they had found each other through an internet dating site and had shared phone sex the first night they connected on the site. They were both Libertarian, well-educated and admitted sexaholics. Both had been in jealous relationships before and neither wanted to go there again. Their relationship had evolved to where they would now occasionally share their sexual exploits with each other whenever it felt right. They loved to bet with each other over all kinds of things, but they never wagered money. They only wagered sexual control, and she had one the last bet. So, she had control over their sexual activities for the entire weekend. Paul very much enjoyed being in control, and she knew he preferred that role. But, she also knew exactly how to ensure that he enjoyed the times when she was in control.

Paul felt his cock hardening under the light caress of Jeannie's hand. "God, she knew exactly how to touch him," he thought. He would probably have been hard anyway, what with watching soft porn with two gorgeous babes in the room, and knowing that sooner or later one of them was going make him cum like crazy. What heterosexual man wouldn't get hard at the thought? He was a bit concerned about how Karen would react to the weekend and what it might do to their professional relationship. But, he had every confidence in Jeannie's ability to handle the situation and bring Karen along nicely. Besides, he had lost the bet, and Jeannie was in charge of their weekend activity.

The action on screen continued to heat up. Soon, the Captain had the babe up on his desk, and spread her legs wide giving Karen, Jeannie, and Paul an up close view of her shaved pussy. They watched as the Captain used his fingers to part the pussy lips of the babe, revealing her wet slit. He played with the girl's clit, before sliding a finger up inside of her. Karen felt her own juices start to flow at the sight. She squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could to fight the urge to touch herself. It wasn't going to be long before she made an excuse to go upstairs and get herself off. She wondered how far Jeannie and Paul would go before they disappeared into their bedroom for some privacy.

Jeannie was reveling in the sexual tension in the room. She already knew how much Paul enjoyed the eroticism of the situation, being teased with another person watching. And watching the babe get her pussy played with on screen only made Jeannie hungrier to get a taste of Karen. She wondered if Karen shaved her pussy, and decided probably not, given her naïveté'. Maybe, if she was lucky, Karen would let her do the shaving. Her own juices were flowing and it wouldn't be long before her own pussy demanded some form of attention. Jeannie also knew that the longer they maintained their self-control, the more likely that Karen would give in to her sexual desires and become their playmate.

With Jeannie's guidance, Paul's hand slid inside of her bodice and he started caressing her bare skin, his fingers finding and squeezing Jeannie's nipples. The intake of Jeannie's breath as she gasped got Karen's attention, and she looked over at the other couch. She felt guilty watching as Paul openly massaged Jeannie's boobs. Her nipples hardened and she found herself wanting the same level of attention. She shifted a bit on the couch causing the silk to rub against her exposed skin. As she shifted, more of her thigh became uncovered, but fully feeling the effects of the wine and weed she made no attempt to cover up. Her eyes met Jeannie's, and although tempted to look away, the lack of guilt or concern on Jeannie's face gave Karen permission to gaze. Jeannie's wanton smile seemed to get even bigger when they made eye contact. She watched as Jeannie visibly caressed Paul's groin, stroking his obvious bulge. Paul's hand continued to caress Jeannie's breasts. Watching the two lovers only increased the heat building in Karen's loins.

On screen the Captain had turned the babe around and was fucking her from behind as her pendulous breasts swayed in larger than life motion. Karen's breathing was somewhat labored as her senses attempted to deal with the onslaught of stimuli, visual and aural, live and broadcast. She wanted to touch herself so badly, but she couldn't, even though she saw that Jeannie had slid her own hand between her thighs, and was now caressing Paul's crotch as well as her own, showing no guilt whatsoever in her actions. Still, Karen couldn't bring herself to caressing her own needy body in front of other people. She knew that she couldn't take it much longer as the heat on the screen intensified, with the Captain playing with the babe's boobs while appearing to be ramming a cock deep into her. Soon, the pseudo-orgasms played themselves out on screen, and the movie returned to its silly plot line.

Paul used the transition to pause the movie, and got up to refresh his scotch. As he rose, he faced Karen, giving her a full view of his raging hard on inside his lounging pants. She barely silenced a gasp at the apparent size of his manhood. In her meager experience, the only place she'd seen cocks that size was in the movies. Shivers ran down her spine as she imagined that pole penetrating her womanhood. She was embarrassed by her lustful thoughts, but no longer amazed at them as she stared at his pole as he walked by.

Jeannie saw Karen stare at Paul's groin and smiled. "He is very nicely endowed, isn't he?" she asked, as Paul left the room.

Karen stammered, "Uhhh, yeah. I guess he is."

Jeannie pressed. "Not only is he big; he certainly knows how to use it to pleasure a woman."

"I'm sure," Karen responded, carefully, wondering where this conversation was going.

Jeannie wouldn't let up, "And he is just as good with his tongue as he is with is cock. Don't you love it when a man brings you to orgasm with just oral stimulation? I know I just go crazy when Paul sucks on my clit and pushes his tongue into my cunt."

"Uh, well, uhh I never have, uhh experienced uhh that," Karen stammered.

"Ohmygawd! Really! That's too bad. Wait till you truly experience an orgasm from oral sex. To be honest, I prefer a good cunnilingust over a hard fuck." As Jeannie talked, she nonchalantly slipped her hand through an opening in her outfit, allowing her fingers to find her wet pussy. "Doesn't this movie make you hot? My pussy is soaking wet, and just begging for some attention. And as you can tell, Paul is ready for some action, too."

Thinking that Jeannie was hinting for her to disappear, Karen responded, "Well, I guess it's time for me to go to my room and give you some privacy."

Jeannie laughed out loud. "Oh, honey, you are so sweet. You don't have to leave on our account. We actually enjoy an audience. Can't you tell? We'd love for you to stay and watch more video with us. I'm going to tell Paul to change to a different selection. It's time for some hard core porn. However, if we make you uncomfortable, fell free to retire to your room. We will respect you either way. And try to relax and enjoy the evening without feeling guilty."

Karen's discomfort showed on her face as her inner battle waged unabated.  Her moral training told her to disappear upstairs asap, while her pussy screamed for her to stay and enjoy the show.

Jeannie continued, "I'm sure we make you uncomfortable. Believe me, that is not our intent. Paul and I are both voyeurs and exhibitionists when it comes to our sex life. We want you to watch. And enjoy! Trust me; it will enhance our personal pleasure if you stay. That being said, please feel free to do whatever makes you happy."

Paul returned to the living room, still sporting a raging hard-on is his pants but now with a full scotch. He set it down and picked up the pipe and reloaded the bowl before taking another deep toke of the weed. Jeannie suggested that Paul put on one of his hard core movies, since they were all getting hot and horny. Paul picked up the remote, and clicked his way to the adult movie menu. 

Karen gasped when she saw that he had multiple pages of listings in his adult movie menu, realizing that they were on his own home video server, not coming through from the satellite. She had had no idea he was so focused on his sex life at his age. He scrolled down and picked a movie. The trio was immediately presented with a trailer of 2 girls and one guy fucking, and it wasn't soft porn.

"No, it's not soft porn," Karen thought to herself. "This guy is most definitely hard and big." Her eyes became riveted to the screen as the trio watched the trailers go by. Karen made every attempt to calm her nerves and slow down her heartbeat, but with little success. Her pussy continued to beg for attention. She found herself fantasizing about what she would do if she had the opportunity to play with a cock that big.

As the trailers continued, Jeannie decided to turn up the heat in the room another notch. She hadn't shown either Paul or Karen the subtle alterations she had made to her outfit. She rearranged herself on the couch, so that she was at the other end from Paul and had her legs stretched out over the couch and onto his lap. She let her legs fall apart and then slid her hand between her thighs, and pulled the pant legs apart. She had previously cut the seam and replaced it with small pieces of Velcro, so that the pants were essentially crotchless. Since she wasn't wearing any panties, the separation of the material exposed her completely to Paul and Karen.

Paul, seeing what she did, exclaimed, "Oh, Yeah, Jeannie! That's yummy!" Karen, having not realized what Jeannie had done, looked over and gasped at the site of Jeannie's bared pubes. There was enough light from the TV screen for her to see that Jeannie had not only gone commando under the pantsuit, but that her pubic area was completely shaved like the porn stars. Karen watched as Jeannie slid her fingers between the folds of her pussy lips, spreading them to each side for the others to see if they wanted.

Karen stared at Jeannie's lewd positioning on the couch. "Oh my gawd, Jeannie!" The combination of her horniness and embarrassment had finally given Karen a voice. "What are you doing?"

"I'm teasing Paul, and he loves it. Don't you Paul?"

Paul's hand had already slid inside of his pants as he answered, "Oh, yeah baby. You know I do. Are you wet, dear?"

Jeannie looked at him, answering, "You know I am." With that she slipped two fingers deep inside of her pussy.

Karen told herself to watch the movie rather than be a voyeur watching Paul and Jeannie live, even though Jeannie had invited her to. But the live action had her enthralled, and Jeannie had made it clear that watching was okay. But she didn't know how much longer she could just sit there, without doing something for her own sexual desires.

Jeannie was clearly in control of the events as she continued, "Paul, show us your cock. I want to see you stroke it for us. Show Karen how big your cock is."

Paul did as he was told, pulling his cock from the loose folds of his lounging pants. Karen watched with wide open eyes as he pulled out a dick that could qualify for porn stardom size. He was circumcised and the head of his dick was easily a couple of inches long with a four inch circumference. And that was on top of what must have been a ten inch cock. Karen could see a slight glistening of liquid at the tip of his dick.

Jeannie continued with her control of Paul. "You may play with it as we watch the movie, but you are not to cum until I give you permission." Jeannie looked over at Karen and saw her staring at Paul's cock. She asked, "Have you ever watched a man masturbate?"

"Ummm, only on the internet," she replied.

"How about a woman? Have you ever watched a woman masturbate?"

"Ummm, again, only on the internet." By now, it had fully sunk in to Karen's consciousness that she was truly a welcome voyeur in this situation. With that realization combined with the wine and weed, she decided to try to let go of all her inhibitions, and added, "But I think I'd like to!"

"Then relax and enjoy the show. And feel free to move closer to us if you would like. We won't bite, and we both love to be watched when we masturbate."

Karen felt she was close enough already, but replied, "Hmmm, okay."

By then the movie had started, and Karen adjusted her position so that she could see both the couch and the movie. As she did so, the robe fell open revealing her left breast with its hard engorged nipple. She readjusted her robe to cover her breast and maintain her modesty.

Jeannie smiled to herself, but knew she had gained total control over Karen by now. "Oh, Karen, don't cover it up. You have beautiful breasts. We'd love to be able to see them. Wouldn't we, Paul?"

"Oh, yeah, most definitely. I have wanted to see your breasts ever since the first interview. You have a really hot body, Karen."

"Would you like to see her whole body, Paul?" Jeannie asked.

"You know I would."

"So, Karen, show us your beautiful body. Stand up and move over here by us."

Karen did as she was asked even as her brain wrestled with the morality of it. She stood and took the couple of steps to where she was as near to Jeannie and Paul as she could be without obstructing their view of the movie. She undid the sash of the robe and let the panels fall to the side revealing her nudity to the watching couple.

"Oh, what a beautiful body you have!" Jeannie exclaimed. "Now drop the robe and turn around so we can get a view of that lovely ass of yours."

Karen did as she was asked, amazed at her own lack of shyness. She knew that she had reached the point where she would willingly do whatever Jeannie asked.

Seeing her obedience, Jeannie continued, "Now spread your legs and bend over."

Karen spread her legs a bit and bent at the waist.

Unsatisfied, Jeannie continued. "Spread your legs wider. And touch the floor with your hands."

Karen did as she was asked, realizing that her most private area was now fully exposed for Jeannie and Paul to see. She could feel her juices already dripping down her leg, and she knew that they could see how turned on she was. She had never wantonly exposed her sex like this with her previous lovers, but found that she was very turned on in the situation.

Jeannie did notice. "Look Paul at how wet she is. Little Miss Prim and Proper is as horny as we are. Use your fingers and spread your pussy lips for us."

Again, Karen did as she was told, yielding full control to Jeannie. Her body jerked as soon as her fingers touched her hungry pussy. She spread the lips apart and then stroked her clit, sending spasms up and down her spine. She knew it wouldn't take much to send her over the top in a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Mmm. Your pussy looks so nice. Would you like to eat her pussy, Paul?"

"Oh, yes."

"So, would I!" Jeannie added. "I bet she tastes really good."

Karen felt her pussy clench when she heard Jeannie's comment about wanting to eat her. She had been turned on from time to time by lesbian scenes in the pornos but had never considered doing it, until now. She realized that she wanted them to eat her pussy. Both of them. And she realized that it was probably going to happen soon, if Jeannie had her way.

Jeannie wasn't about to rush it though. They had all weekend.

"Wow, Karen you are so hot! Relax now, and enjoy our show. Feel free to pleasure yourself as you watch." Karen returned to her couch and lay back down, with her legs spread wide. "And, in case your wondering what is going on between Paul and I, I'll tell you. For this weekend, as a result of a wager that I won, I am in full control of our sexual activities. Paul will do whatever I tell him to do, and only what I tell him to do. But, don't be mistaken. We consider ourselves equals. We just occasionally play the game of letting one or the other of us being in full control. Isn't that right, Paul?"

"Absolutely."

"So, Paul; take your clothes off and go over and stand in front of Karen, and stroke your cock for her, right in front of her face, so that she can see it up close and personal."

Paul did as he was instructed, and moved over to stand right in front of Karen's face. His engorged purple veined cock was now only a couple of inches from her face. A drop of precum oozed from the head.

"Stroke it for her," Jeannie commanded. "But, remember you can't cum until I give you permission. Isn't it hot to watch, Karen? I get so hot watching him." Jeannie voice was labored, giving testimony to how hot she was.

Karen could hear Jeannie's labored breathing and briefly taking her eyes away from Paul's turgid cock, looked over at her. Jeannie had one hand on her breast and was pinching her own nipple. Her other hand was between her legs, and from the action Karen could tell that Jeannie was frigging her cunt. 

"Spread your legs wide Karen. Play with your pussy. I want to see how wet you get as Paul plays with himself. He is doing it for you, for your pleasure."

Karen did as she was told, spreading her legs wide. She moved her hand to her crotch and started toying with her clit, feeling it throb beneath the pressure of her finger. She had fantasized about male strippers dancing for her. But this was even better. Hotter. She squeezed her clit as she watched Paul stroke his glistening cock right in front of her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, Karen. That's good. I'm getting so wet watching you play with yourself. Put a finger inside your pussy as you squeeze your nipple. I've got two fingers inside of me, and I'm playing with my G-spot. Oh, fuck.  Awww. Shit!" Jeannie screamed.

Karen clawed her eyes away from Paul's cock and looked over at Jeannie. She had thrown her head back on the couch with her eyes closed and was writhing on the couch in an amazing orgasm.

"Oh, gawd! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Jeannie screamed. She continued to drive her fingers deep into her cunt. Karen could see the cunt juices oozing out around Jeannie's fingers. After several more seconds, Jeannie seemed to calm down a bit. Not that it helped Karen. 




Karen's First Year Ch. 02



Her sense of arousal only intensified when Karen returned her eyes to Paul's erect shaft only inches from her face. It glistened from the lube he had applied, and his pumping rhythm had made it seem even larger than before. She looked up at Paul's face. Beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead, but his eyes were even hotter as they bored into hers with lust.

Paul had settled into a stroking rhythm that he knew kept his arousal level high and his cock hard, but not causing an orgasm. Although with the two hot babes he had, it didn't take much to keep him aroused, and he had to be real careful to keep from shooting cum all over Karen, as he had fantasized about so many times.

Jeannie, descending from her first series of orgasms looked back over at Karen and Paul, quickly realizing that both of them were also on the verge of their own orgasms. Regaining control, she commanded Paul, "Paul, I want you to eat Karen's pussy."

Karen felt her loins twitch when she heard Jeannie's command, almost causing an orgasm with just her words. She watched as a voyeur as Paul knelt on the floor between her thighs, bending forward and bringing his face ever closer to her pussy. Oh, gawd, she wanted it so bad.

Paul took his time as he followed Jeannie's instructions. He could smell the musk of Karen's sexuality, and the wide open view of her cunt with its swollen purplish lips, the turgid clit standing up and begging for attention and the glistening cunt juice oozing from her pussy told him that she was well on her way to sexual bliss. Nonetheless, as an avid pussy licker, he had developed the skills of patience and sensuality. He started by moving his lips to her inner thighs, giving Karen light butterfly kisses on her beautiful skin. 

Karen jumped when his lips pressed against her sensitive flesh. She had never been this aroused with a sex partner before, and she loved it. Mentally, she urged his lips to her pussy, wanting to feel his tongue on her womanhood. However, she remained passive, allowing Paul to do his thing at the command of Jeannie.

Paul slowly moved his lips and tongue up the inside of her thigh, delighting as usual in the exploration of a new woman. He could smell the aroma of her sex, indicating her high level of sexual arousal. As his lips approached her prize, he brought his hands into the game, using his fingers to spread her swollen pussy lips. He gazed into the beauty of her womanhood, inhaling the aroma, as his eyes wantonly devoured the visual delight spread out in front of him. 

Karen spread her legs even more, signaling her submission to his lovemaking, and reveling in the pleasure of his attention. She watched his slow march towards the center of her very being, enjoying the voyeuristic aspects of her own seduction. Having forgotten about Jeannie for the moment, she looked up when she felt the couch being depressed. She raised her eyes from the scene between her legs to find that Jeannie had moved over to sit next to her. She was surprised to see that Jeannie had now shed her clothes and she allowed her eyes to wander over the sexy body that was only inches away from her.

Jeannie leaned in close to Karen and whispered into her ear, "Isn't he wonderful as a lover. He really knows how to pleasure a woman. He does it almost as well as another woman."

With her mind already overpowered by the sinful sensations emanating from her pussy, it took Karen a few seconds for the real message of Jeannie's words to sink in. When the meaning hit her consciousness, she looked over at Jeannie. The next thing she knew, Jeannie's lips had met hers, and she felt a tongue pressing for action. She willingly parted her lips, opening herself up to her first Sapphic kiss.

Their tongues danced with each other and for a moment the tongue action head Karen's attention. But not for long, as Paul's mouth had finally arrived at its destination, descending on her cunt. His tongue took her over the top as it licked at her overly sensitive clit.

"Oh, FUCK!" she screamed into Jeannie's mouth. "I'm cumming. Oh, shit! Don't stop!"

Paul didn't stop. He continued to circle her clit with his tongue, as he pushed his fingers inside the folds of her pussy. As his finger found its way to her g-spot, Karen felt other hands on her breasts. Jeannie's mouth and tongue continued to engage with Karen's as her hands caressed the firm flesh of her young breasts, slowly circling the breast with soft caresses.

As Paul continued to tongue fuck Karen, she rolled into another orgasm, letting loose with a full load of pussy juices. Jeannie smiled inwardly, fully enjoying the feeling of success in their seduction of Karen. Not only was this young woman hot to look at; she was turning out to be a sexual dynamo. Jeannie's fingers finally reached Karen's firm nipples, and she pinched them firmly between her fingers.

Karen gasped at the pain and pleasure brought on by Jeannie's fingers, tumbling into another orgasm. Karen screamed again in pleasure as the two mature lovers continued to worship her body, and stimulate her senses. Karen continued to writhe on the couch as her two new lovers continued their onslaught on her young nubile body.

Karen's moaning waxed and waned as orgasm after orgasm rolled through her body. Never before had she experienced sex like this, and she knew she wanted more; lot's more! 

Once again Jeannie took control, backing away from Karen and ordering Paul to stop. Karen whimpered as her lovers deserted her, and she automatically dropped her hand into her crotch to continue to play with her clit, wanting the sensations wracking her body to continue.

Jeannie smiled at Karen's actions. She knew they had Karen exactly where they wanted her. The evening and weekend looked like it was going to turn out even better than either of them had hoped. Knowing that she was on a roll, and seemed to have the full cooperation of Karen, she decided to press even further, wondering just how submissive Karen might be.

"Karen! Stop that!" Jeannie snapped, hoping that it wouldn't alienate the young girl.

Amazingly, Karen fell into the sub role naturally, murmuring a "yes, maam," as she pulled her fingers away from her ravenous pussy.

"Are you enjoying the evening?" Jeannie asked.

"Oh, yeah! Absolutely!" Karen responded. "But, I had no idea that this would happen. And I don't think I would have agreed to participate if you had asked me."

"Do you want to continue to participate?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust us?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to give me full control of your sexuality for the next two and a half days? That means I will expect you to obey my commands without question or argument. And that you are willing to submit to punishment if you disobey. But, before you answer, I want Paul to show you a room downstairs."

Karen's mind was running a mile a minute, and she was already prepared, even eager, to say yes to whatever this woman wanted, sensing that she would come to no harm and would most likely enjoy it more than she could ever imagine. But, there was obviously more to this than she understood, so she bit her tongue and waited.

Paul was somewhat surprised with how far Jeannie had taken the situation, but showed no outward sign. He had known her long enough to understand how skilled Jeannie was at sensing the inner sexual feelings of other people. That was what had brought them together in the first place, and he had been amazed before at her skills in reading other people's attitudes towards sex. However, he had never expected to be showing Karen their dungeon on the first night.

Paul responded to Jeannie's direction, "Come on Karen, I'll show you the room."

With his cock still hard, Paul led Jeannie back to the stairs they had climbed when she first arrived only a few hours earlier. Both of them, now naked, descended down to the first floor. After walking down a short hallway, Karen saw that they were at a door with a sophisticated cipher lock. After pressing some buttons, Paul pushed the door open, and flicked on a switch that bathed the room in soft crimson light, and then walked in. Karen obediently followed, gasping volubly as her eyes took in the sights in the room. She recognized it instantly as a BDSM playroom. In the center was what looked like an exam table covered with a black cushion and with tie down rings around the periphery. On one wall several hooks, chains and ropes hung, and it was apparent that a person could be bound to the wall. Several whips hung from another wall, while the third had a large video screen, and a fairly large chest of drawers. She could only imagine what might be inside of the cabinet, and finding herself even more aroused at the thoughts that ran through her lust filled brain.

Paul explained, "This is our dungeon and playroom. When Jeannie says you will be punished, it will take place in here. And while you may find yourself bound and gagged, or whatever, I can assure you that you will come to no harm. And, to be clear, you may choose to leave now. You may stay for the weekend and choose not to participate, or you can choose to say 'Yes' to Jeannie's question. No matter what you choose, our professional relationship will not be affected, and there will be no judgments made as a result of whatever decision you make.

Karen's mind was flooded with questions, but she held her tongue, as she saw Jeannie enter the room. Karen's pussy was screaming for more attention and she could feel juices dripping down her inner thighs.

Jeannie spoke in a commanding voice, "As you can see, we are prepared to mete out substantial punishment, but I can assure you that although you may feel some pain and humiliation in the process, you will not be harmed nor permanently scarred in any way. And I am confident that you will ultimately enjoy the experience in ways that you can't even begin to imagine. 

"Now, what is your answer? Are you willing to give me full control for the rest of the weekend? In case you can't tell, Paul already has yielded full control to me. Answer with a 'No, thank you' or a 'Yes, mistress.' If you answer yes, you shall address me as mistress for the rest of your stay unless I say otherwise."

Karen answered without hesitation, "Yes, mistress."

"Excellent! Now, go to your room and stay there until after the sun comes up! We will call you for breakfast."

Karen started to say something, but Jeannie stopped her. "Go now without saying a word, or you will be punished tonight. If you want, you might want to see what is inside the suitcase under your bed."

Karen dejectedly did as she was told, traipsing up the two flights of stairs to her bedroom. For the first time in her life, she had experienced an orgasm with another person, and she wanted more. She was horny and disappointed, and wanted to be fucked so badly by that big cock of Paul's. She wondered what she had gotten herself into, but vowed to see it through, once again sensing that in the end she would fully enjoy the weekend.

Once Karen had headed upstairs, Jeannie turned to Paul, commenting, "God, she makes me so fucking hot. She is smoking hot, and what a sexpot she will be."

"I can't believe you took her this far this fast," Paul responded. "I'm glad we didn't bet on how far she would go the first night, as I would have lost. Big Time!"

"Well, I certainly didn't expect it. But it became clear early on that she had an exceptional but repressed libido that was just waiting to be let out. I don't know if you detected it, but she slipped so easily into the sub role, that I had a strong feeling that I could take her all the way. And tomorrow, we are going to fuck her brains out."

"I love it when you talk dirty."

"I know. Now let's go back upstairs. I want that cock buried in my pussy, and I think I want some assfucking tonight as well."

"Yes, maam." Paul headed upstairs.

Karen reentered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. Her emotions were all over the map. She was horny as hell. She was pissed that she didn't get to feel that cock inside of her hungry pussy. She was a little scared and a lot anxious. One thing she was not was sleepy. She went over to the bed and pulled down the covers, finding very nice bright red satin sheets on the bed.

Remembering what Jeannie said about the suitcase, Karen knelt down and pulled out a roll aboard style suitcase. She lifted it up onto the bed, realizing by its weight, that it was certainly filled with something. Not knowing what to expect, she opened the case. She gasped at the treasure trove of sex toys and lingerie that she found, along with a typed note that had been sealed in plastic. She read the note: 

Greetings:

Welcome to our playhouse. We hope you enjoy your stay. As you know by now, your time here will include a considerable amount of sexual activity. How you choose to participate is completely up to you. This bag of 'goodies' is provided to enhance you pleasure. We filled this bag with you in mind. Be assured that the more sexual pleasure you experience while visiting with us will enhance our pleasure as hosts. As the contents of this bag are very personal items and we are respectful of health and hygiene issues, we have a couple of rules for its usage. First, if you choose to wear any of the intimate clothing we provide, please consider it yours to keep. Secondly, if you use any of the toys please leave them in the bathroom when you leave, so that we may wash and sterilize them for their next use.

The building is wired for remote viewing of all of the rooms in the house, for the benefit of voyeurs. If you look closely, you will find a camera on the bookshelf in your room. This camera feeds a live signal into the video system. If you wish to have privacy at any time, just place a book in front of the camera. The audio feed from your room may be shut off by the labeled switch you will find near the camera. When the system is on in your room, others in the building may observe you at their pleasure.

And you can watch others whenever you choose. When you turn on your TV and go to the menu, select 'In-home' library. Then select 'Live-voyeur'. At that point you will be asked to key in a sequence of numbers to gain access to the live feed. The sequence is 2469. Enjoy.

If you have any questions please ask. And remember to respect the other people who are here enjoying our playhouse.

Paul & Jeannie

Karen was beginning to feel like Alice must have when she fell down the rabbit hole. Less than six hours earlier, she was just heading to the coast for a relaxing weekend, and now she found herself in the middle of a seemingly sexual theme park. She had read about swinging establishments on the internet and elsewhere, but had never really contemplated experiencing one, but now all of a sudden, she was staying at one. And she had no intent to leave. Had she been asked early that morning if she would be willing to go along with what had happened, she would have responded with a resounding denunciation. Now, as midnight approached, she was more than happy to be here.

Karen went over to the bookcase, and after a few moments of looking, found the camera and audio switch. The camera was positioned to have a clear view of any action taking place on the bed, while it still provided a full view of the room. She knew that she would be masturbating some more before she could sleep and wondered if Paul and Jeannie would be watching. She had no intent to block their view if they did. After all they had already seen, she had nothing more to hide. She returned to the suitcase and started looking through the clothing and toys. She could feel her pussy moisten yet again as she contemplated her next moves.

The lingerie collection was extensive, with many sexy items ranging from nearly nothing underwear to baby dolls and robes. She noted that there were a couple of dresses and lounging outfits as well, all designed to display her body in tempting teasing ways. She smiled as she thought about wearing them the next day. The toy collection included vibrators and dildos of various sizes and shapes, vibrating eggs, various clamps and similar devices, some lubes, flavored and unflavored, and a collection of condoms.

As she looked through the vibrators, she found one called the "rabbit." It was made from a latex material and was about eight inches long, and had a latex rabbit extending from the base. When she turned it on the vibrator did its thing and the rabbit moved in a rotary fashion. "This looks fun," she thought to herself. She laid the vibrator on the nightstand, planning on using it before the night was over.

She positioned herself on the bed in such a way as to maximize the benefits of a viewing audience if there was one, acknowledging to herself that she had become an exhibitionist in a matter of a couple of hours. Before she started playing with herself, though, she turned on the TV to see if Paul and Jeannie would be viewable by her. She clicked through the menu, and entered the access code, which revealed a menu of rooms in the house. Not knowing where they were, she picked the dungeon where she had left them, finding it empty. The master bedroom was empty, and when she clicked on upstairs bedroom one, she gasped as she saw herself sprawled on the bed in a wantonly sexual way. "That is weird," she thought to herself as she viewed her own body as desirable sex object, enjoying the feeling. She then clicked on the living room.

Karen's arousal level kicked up another notch when she saw Paul and Jeannie ensconced on the couch. The camera was positioned to provide a great view of the couches, and from that view Karen had no idea whether or not they were watching her. Not that it mattered, as the two of them were more focused on their own action. Paul was leaning back on the couch, and Jeannie had straddled him facing away from the camera. His legs were spread and Karen could see his balls and cock as Jeannie slid up and down on his pole. Karen's pussy moistened instantly at the sight, and her fingers instinctively fell between her thighs, homing in on her clit which was still begging for more attention.

Karen teased her protruding clit as she watched Jeannie ride up and down on Paul's large cock. Her fingers quickly became coated with her own juices as she played with her clit, while in her mind she took the place of Jeannie riding Paul's cock. As she watched, she reached over and picked up the rabbit.

With her eyes glued to the monitor, Karen found the speed control on the vibrator and turned it on. She then slid it down her torso, stopping at her sensitive nipples to tease them even more. As good as the vibrator felt on her nipples, her pussy demanded attention. She slid the toy between her legs, gasping at its first contact with her engorged clit. She then slid it up and down between her pussy lips, coating it with her copious juices. All the while, her eyes remained focused on the action on TV. 

As Karen watched, Jeannie looked over her shoulder at the TV and smiled. Karen gasped as Jeannie did a 180 on Paul's cock without losing it. Jeannie was now facing the TV, and Karen realized that they were very likely watching her. Testing her conclusion, she started to slide the rabbit into her cunt to see if there would be a response.

There was, as Jeannie's smile broadened. Karen continued to watch as Jeannie slid her hand between her own legs. Her eyes glued to the TV, Karen found herself sliding the rabbit in and out of her own cunt in simpatico with Jeannie's sliding up and down on Paul's cock. Jeannie slowed her fucking speed, and Karen followed suit, realizing she had just yielded control of her masturbation to a woman she had just met who was fucking her boss in another room in the house where she was a guest. This was definitely not something she would be telling her mom about. And she was behaving like a porn actress, to boot.




Karen's First Year Ch. 02



Karen continued to match Jeannie stroke for stroke feeling pre-orgasmic spasms shoot up her spine. And she shuddered every time the rabbit reached her clit, as its stimulations nearly drove her over the top. She knew that when Jeannie stopped with Paul completely inside that she would start cumming all over the rabbit. And Jeannie knew it, too, having used the rabbit many times herself.

Jeannie could feel Paul's release building inside of his balls beneath her. Having cum twice already since impaling herself on his monstrous cock, she was already looking forward to another one. Knowing she had total control of all three of them, Jeannie held out, squeezing her sphincter muscle hard enough to suppress Paul's impending orgasm without losing his raging hard-on. 

Paul groaned as he felt her squeeze his cock, knowing from experience what she was doing. Secretly, he hoped that when Jeannie finally allowed him to cum that she would slide off so that Karen could watch him unleash his load of cum. He stayed silent, though, knowing that Jeannie was in total control, and whatever happened it would be very hot.

Jeannie attacked her own clit vigorously. She had planned on having Paul fuck her in the ass tonight, but the scene unfolding was way too hot to change. She hadn't really expected Karen to watch them on the first night, thinking that her embarrassment and naïveté' would inhibit her behavior to some extent. But, apparently not, as Karen was not only watching them, she was emulating every move that Jeannie made. Jeannie knew she had to be as close to a mind bending orgasm as she was. Nonetheless, she continued her slow up and down for another couple of minutes, keeping Paul and herself on the ragged edge. 

Paul's moaning increased as he struggled to hold back. Jeannie sensed that Paul was about to lose it to her. She quickly slid all the way down his engorged manhood and stopped, keeping all of his girth inside of her pressing against her g-spot and cervix, sending ripples of enjoyment through her body.

Karen did the same thing, driving the vibrator deep into her pussy. The rabbit attacked her clit as if in a feeding frenzy. When Jeannie didn't pull off, Karen gasped. And then she screamed as her orgasm took over.

"OH, FUUUCK!" she screamed. "Fuuck. Oh, gawd, Oh yeah. I'm fucking cumming."

The visual of Karen's self-induced orgasm, combined with Paul's embedded cock and her fingers pinching her clit sent Jeannie over the top. She started bucking, and screamed loud enough for Karen to hear her over the sound of the TV itself.  She continued to massage her clit, launching a cascade of orgasms through her body. She pulled off of Paul wanting to watch him cum all over her pussy and thighs. And, in the process, giving Karen a real porn-like ending. Her eyes never left the screen as she watched Karen continue to keep the rabbit tight against her clit.

As soon as Paul's cock popped out, Jeannie grabbed it and pressed it between her pussy lips and started stroking it, making sure that her clit benefitted from the action. Karen heard Paul scream as he let loose, shooting cum from his cock like a geyser. Jeannie continued to stroke it; experience with Paul enabling her to milk his cock for shot after shot of cum. 

Karen screamed again as yet another orgasm ripped her body from pussy to tit to head to toe ad back to pussy again, finally causing her to rip the vibrator away from her clit. Karen collapsed back onto the bed as Jeanne collapsed into the couch next to Paul. Not even taking the time to turn the light off or block the camera, Karen fell into a deep sleep, punctuated occasionally with wet dreams.



Karen's First Year Ch. 03



This is a story of pure fiction. This story is copyrighted and all rights reserved by the author. I hope you enjoy, and please vote.

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Karen awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through her window. As consciousness crept into her mind, she struggled to orient herself. After several seconds of wondering, she remembered where she was, and the events of the preceding evening came into focus. She immediately felt a twitch in her pussy and smiled to herself.

She watched the sun through her window as she contemplated her lack of guilt for her lewd behavior of the previous night. Truth be told, she was glad it happened. She felt her pussy moisten as she realized that she wanted more! And, given what she had learned about her host and hostess, she was pretty sure, that the entire weekend would be filled with sexual delights.

Karen contemplated satisfying the itch that emanated from her throbbing clit, but finally decided to arise and shower once she smelled the delightful odors of bacon and eggs. She climbed out of bed and padded to the bathroom. After lingering in the shower for about ten minutes reveling in new found freedom of the beach house, she clambered out and dried off. Then came the challenge of what to wear. If it hadn't been for the events of the previous evening, she would have thrown on her normal outfit of jeans and an oversized sweater or sweatshirt. But that seemed so inappropriate now. She took another look through the suitcase from under the bed, but she wasn't ready to wear lingerie to breakfast as that was still beyond her rapidly expanding comfort zone. But, as she dug through the case she found a sleeveless tee shirt that seemed to appropriately fall in between the two extremes of fashion that she was confronted with. She put on her bra and slid the tee shirt on over it, finding the t-shirt to be one size too small, causing every clasp, thread, and edge of the bra to be visibly displayed. Deciding to be a bit wild, she stripped back down and removed the bra, and put the t-shrt back on, deciding that going braless was an appropriate style. Actually for her, this wasn't just a bit wild; it was really wild, as she couldn't remember the last time she had ventured out without wearing a bra. She found a matching pair of running shorts hat she found to be cut a bit higher than one would consider normal.

She checked herself in the mirror and smiled to herself as her nipples were making themselves evident poking at the material of the t-shirt. And her well developed legs were accented by the shorts. Reveling in her new sexual freedom, she enjoyed the image of herself as a sexy woman, knowing that if she went out that way that men would probably stare at her chest. And she wanted them to. She found herself wanting men to lust after her. 

With her stomach growling for breakfast, Karen headed downstairs. She found her way to the kitchen, where Paul was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading his Kindle. He was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but looked yummy.

"Good morning," Paul offered. "You know, if you had stayed in bed a little longer, I probably would have brought you breakfast in bed. I already took Jeannie her breakfast."

"That would have been really sweet. But, here I am, so I guess I'll just have to make my own."

"No! Sit yourself down, and I'll serve. How do you like your eggs?"

"Thanks! Over easy."

As smooth as the conversation went, Karen could still feel the sexual tension in the air, given the wild events of the previous evening, and wondering how the day would proceed. She didn't have long to wait and see.

Paul broke the eggs into the skillet, and then spoke up, "I'm sure glad that we didn't scare you away yesterday. We came on pretty strong last night."

"Yeah, you think!" Karen responded. "Talk about surprises!"

"Sorry about that. But if I had told you that we intended to seduce you when you came to visit, would you have said, 'Yes?'"

"Interesting question. Probably not."

"Are you glad you came to visit?"

"Oh, yeah! But, I'm still coming to grips with it."

"Well, I certainly hope you'll stay for the rest of the weekend. And so does Jeannie. And we hope you will continue to share with us throughout."

Paul was serving her eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast by then, allowing Karen to put a forkful of breakfast in her mouth and avoid answering too eagerly. Her moral training still screamed that she shouldn't be sharing and enjoying sex with these two people.

Finishing her first mouthful of food, Karen finally answered, "Well, if last night was any indication, it's kind of hard not to participate. And, I'm not complaining at all."

"Oh, and by the way," Paul added. "If Jeannie asks, you came down for breakfast when I told you it was ready. She really likes you, and she will be looking for a reason to punish you."

"Huh?" Karen asked, trying to wrap her mind around the apparent contradiction in Paul's words.

"Let me explain. You've probably figured out quite a bit, but I can clarify. Jeannie is most definitely bisexual, and when it comes to young women, she likes to be in control. When she is with a man, she is quite willing to be submissive, but much less so when it comes to young women like yourself. As to me, I prefer to be in control, but I do enjoy being submissive from time to time. And I am very much a voyeur, if you haven't figured that out. And last night, you gave full control to Jeannie for the rest of the weekend, and I know she'll have plans for you. I hope you enjoy it."

Karen was already ahead of him, clearly remembering her submissive behavior of the previous evening. "I think I will enjoy it. I have so far. So, will I get to fuck you some time this weekend?" she asked.

Paul smiled. "Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. But, the answer is up to Jeannie for this weekend. I certainly hope so, as I have lusted after you since we first met in the job interview."

"I hope so, too." With that desire stated, Karen dug in and ate her breakfast.

Jeannie, wearing a kimono and barefoot, walked into the kitchen carrying her breakfast tray as Karen was finishing her breakfast. She set the tray down on the counter and went over to Paul who had sat back down to finish reading the paper. She leaned over to kiss him, thanking him for breakfast. Karen looked over as Jeannie spoke and found herself looking down the front of Jeannie's kimono. The view allowed Karen to catch a glimpse of Jeannie's unencumbered breasts. She found the voyeuristic aspect of looking down her robe quite exciting, even though she had already seen Jeannie naked the night before.

Breaking off the kiss, Jeannie stood back up, catching Karen looking down the front of her robe. Jeannie smiled at Karen, giving her implicit permission to stare. Jeannie then announced her plans for the day. She intended to go for a long jog on the beach, and then asked Karen if she would like to go with her to the spa, and then for some shopping. Paul announced that he had some chores to do around the place, and that the girls should go enjoy themselves.

A couple of hours later, Karen and Jeannie were headed into the nearby town. Karen was dressed in her usual jeans and sweatshirt, while Jeannie had on a pair of skin tight shiny silver pants, and a v-necked sweater that showed ample amounts of the upper slopes of her breasts. Karen couldn't tell whether Jeannie was wearing a bra or not, but she suspected not. As they headed into town, Jeannie gave Karen a rundown on her plans for their day. First was a stop at the spa for a three hour treatment including manicure, pedicure, facial, and massage. When Karen, who was still working on getting financially secure after college, wondered about the cost of the treatments, Jeannie laughed and told her she was treating.

Then they were going to head off to one of Jeannie's favorite boutique shops. Karen had never been much of a fashion girl, so she avoided any chat about clothing styles. Karen was a bit mystified, though, when Jeannie commented about the special upstairs fitting room, and the special fashions that could be had there.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the spa, which was part of a casino resort complex on tribal lands. As they entered, the personal and warm greeting that Jeannie received from the receptionist told Karen that Jeannie was not only a regular but was well liked, as the cute receptionist came around from behind the counter to give Jeannie a hug. Jeannie introduced Karen to the receptionist, whose name was Cindy. Jeannie explained to Cindy that she wanted the full treatment for both of them. When Cindy asked if Jeannie has any preference for masseur or masseuse, Jeannie answered, "If he is available, I would really like Jim, and I think that Amy would be a good choice for Karen. Might they be available?"

Cindy checked her computer and told Jeannie that both could be available for the sessions. Cindy finished the scheduling and then led Jeannie and Karen back into the complex. They were each shown into changing rooms, where Cindy explained the process to Karen. She was to undress completely and put on the robe provided. The manicurist would pick her up from the changing room. Karen did as she was told, but with a slight amount of trepidation. She relaxed more, once she got the robe on, as she found it to be a very luxurious flannel robe that made her feel quite comfortable and safe. A few minutes after she had donned the robe, another cute girl knocked on the door, and then whisked her away to another room. She next found herself in a delightfully decorated salon. The lighting was impeccably done to avoid any shadows whatsoever, and the many mirrors were complemented by rich French Provincial style wallpaper in mauve. Pictures of celebrities and other beautiful women graced the walls in appropriate openings. As she entered the room she was greeted by two more very cute girls. She was seated in the salon chair and while one of the girls started in on her hair, the other proceeded with her pedicure. The two girls were friendly and chatted with Karen, although they never once asked for any guidance from Karen as to what to do her naturally curly blonde hair. Not that she cared, as she had never worried that much about her hair.

An hour later, with her nails painted, and her hair done in a new look that was both sexy and natural, she found herself feeling even better than before. "This spa thing may have something going for it," she thought to herself. She was then escorted to another room for her massage. This room was dimly lit, with several candles, and a noticeable scent of aromatherapy. Soothing New Age music was playing lightly, and a couple of standing mirrors were placed in the room to allow the client to observe the massage. The young attendant helped her take her robe off and get settled on the massage table, with a towel covering her ass. After the young attendant left, it was several minutes before the masseuse arrived, and Karen had almost drifted off to sleep. Karen came back to full wakefulness when the door opened.

."Hi, there. I'm Amy."

Karen could see the masseuse as a reflection in one of the mirrors. Amy was a couple of years older than Karen. She was a petite Thai woman, and Karen guessed she couldn't have weighed more than 95 pounds. She was wearing a pair of quite tight short shorts, and a white cropped sports top that revealed her very tight stomach and quite a bit of her upper chest, including a significant amount of cleavage. For a girl her size, her breasts were quite large, and Karen noted that Amy's nipples were noticeable as they poked out against the tight fabric. 

"Hi, there," Karen responded.

"So, I see that this is your first time here. Did Jeannie explain anything about our services?"

"Uh, no. Not really."

"Hmmm. I see. Well, she paid for the full regime of massage services, so do you have a particular style of massage you like; Swedish, Asian, deep-tissue, light? What?"

"To be honest, I've never really had a professional massage? What kind of massage does Jeannie like?"

"We try to respect everyone's privacy here, so we don't normally share that kind of personal information. I can tell you though that she usually starts with some deep tissue work and then finishes with a lighter and more sensuous touch. She is always smiling when she leaves. If you're willing to trust me, I could help you enjoy a similar treatment."

"That sounds good."

"Okay, just relax, but let me know if anything hurts, or if I am doing anything that makes you feel uncomfortable."

"I will."

Karen closed her eyes as Amy started her massage with Karen's left foot. At first, Amy's actions caused a bit of pain for Karen as Amy manipulated all of the bones in the foot.

"You are awfully tight and very tense, Karen. Try to relax your muscles, and let me do the work."

Karen hadn't realized that she was resisting the massage until Amy had said that. She willed her body to relax. After all, she wasn't being physically threatened or assaulted or anything. Just nervous.

"Aw, yes, that's better," Amy said as she felt Karen relax beneath her fingertips. 

Within moments after that, Karen had drifted into semi-sleep, letting Amy do what she would with her body. Amy finished the backs of Karen's legs in about fifteen minutes and moved around to the head of the table to start on Karen's back and arms. Amy spent another twenty minutes on Karen's back, arms and neck, and Karen's deep slow breathing indicated her total relaxation.

Amy spoke quietly. "You can turn over now, or if you want, I can do your buttocks. Some clients prefer that we don't get quite that personal."

Karen responded in nearly a whisper, "Whatever you do for Jeannie is fine by me."

Amy smiled to herself, looking forward to the rest of the massage. "Okay, then. She appreciates the attention to all of her body parts. Do you mind if I remove the towel? Or, I can work underneath it, if you prefer?"

"No, you can remove it. It's just us girls, right."

"Right!" Amy removed the towel and set it aside, exposing Karen's gorgeous asscheeks. Amy could tell that Karen was a newcomer to all of this, and she just hoped that Karen wouldn't call it quits before she could finish the massage, as Amy always enjoyed her sessions with Jeannie, and not very many of her clients appreciated the full attention she provided. Amy could feel her pussy moisten with the hope for a complete massage session with Karen. Even as Amy's pussy moistened in sexual excitement, she maintained her professional behavior and started a deep tissue massage of Karen's gluteus maximus. As she continued to stroke deeply on Karen's buttocks, she slowly and patiently covered more and more of Karen's well shaped ass. Soon, her fingers were pushing subtly into the crease between Karen's cheeks.

Karen was enjoying the attention of Amy's hands, and was conscious of her slow but steady movement towards the center of her sexuality. As she lay there enjoying the ministrations form the trained hands of this cute girl, she realized that if this were happening only 24 hours earlier, she would be complaining and trying to cover up. Now, she only wanted to enjoy and see just how far Amy would go. Semi-consciously, she parted her legs slightly, letting Amy know that her attention was welcomed.

Amy smiled as she noted the movements of Karen. Nonetheless she did not change the rate of exploration of Karen's ascheeks. Slowly but surely, her fingers moved closer and closer to the pleasure spots between Karen's legs. Soon, Karen felt the pressure of Amy's fingers directly on her anal opening. And it felt good, as Amy massaged her private area.

As much as Amy was enjoying the servicing of this beautiful client, she was careful not to push it too far. At the ripe age of 27, Amy had learned enough about herself, her job, and her clients, that she was very careful. She was an avowed bisexual, and loved to pleasure people sexually, which made her job quite pleasurable. But, inasmuch as sexual interaction was not an official part of the service, she had to be real careful. So, as accepting as Karen seemed to be, Amy was not about to go too far.

"Ok, I think you can turn over now," Amy said. As Karen started to roll over, Amy carefully and skillfully replaced the towel on Karen's body to cover her breasts and pubic area. Amy then returned her attention to Karen's feet, refocusing on the quality of a great massage.

Karen was a bit disappointed that Amy had stopped, although she didn't say anything. She had been feeling considerable pleasure from the attention of Amy on her anus, and had wanted the girl's exploration to continue. When Amy returned to massaging her feet, Karen relaxed even more, and willed her sexual excitement to wind down.

After Amy finished Karen's feet, she moved up and massaged Karen's lower legs, and then started working on her thighs. Once again, she noted that Karen opened her legs a bit, enabling Amy more freedom in her hand movements. As Amy worked on Karen's thighs, she slowly and surreptitiously pushed the lower end of the towel higher and higher on Karen's legs, until Amy had a clear peak at the wisps of blonde hair covering Karen's pussy. This sexy peek only increased the conflict going on in Amy's mind.

Karen was really into the massage by now. Her legs had never felt this relaxed before. And the things it was doing to her pussy. She was sure that Amy could tell how horny she was getting. Karen widened her legs even more, giving Amy full access to her inner thigh. She felt absolutely no shame at her seemingly wanton behavior; opening her crotch to the view of a stranger. She not only wanted Amy to see her pussy, she wanted her to see how aroused she was.

Amy felt a twitch between her own legs as Karen spread her thighs. Knowing that she should just ask Karen how far she wanted this to go, she was enjoying the silent flirtation that was obviously occurring, and didn't want it to stop. Continuing her massage stroke, Amy slowly moved her hand circles closer and closer to Karen's now visible pussy lips. In the dim light of the massage room, it was difficult for Amy to tell whether or not Karen was showing any signs of arousal, so she continued her advancement slowly. Finally, her fingers grazed Karen's pussy lips, and Amy could feel the moisture of arousal. She felt Karen jerk when the contact was made, but before she pulled away, she saw Karen spread her legs even further, enabling full access to her cunt for Amy if she wanted to go for it.

Amy squeezed her own thighs together as lustful thoughts raced from her pussy to her mind and back again. She looked over at Karen as she continued her ministrations to Karen's inner thighs. Karen, who had had her eyes closed earlier, was now staring directly at Amy with wide open eyes. Amy smiled at her and received one in return. With their eyes locked on each other, Amy pushed the envelope even more, as she slid her fingers between Karen's pussy lips on the next stroke.

"Mmmm," Karen moaned. "I'm not sure you are helping me to relax right now."

"Do you want me to stop?" Amy asked.

"Oh, no. I am enjoying the massage. Don't stop. Please continue."

"You got it." Realizing that she now had permission from Karen to provide her with the so-called 'happy ending,' Amy shifted her approach slightly to maximize their mutual enjoyment. As much as both of them wanted Amy to continue to massage Karen's inner thighs and crotch, Amy stopped and moved further up the table. There, she took Karen's left arm and started massaging Karen's upper arm. In so doing, Amy casually positioned Karen's wrist and hand against her own chest.

As Amy massaged Karen's arm, the arm slid back and forth across Amy's breasts. Karen was conscious of the position of her hand resting against Amy's shoulder just above the rise of Amy's breast. As Amy continued to massage the arm, Karen's hand drifted downwards until it was resting against the material covering Amy's left breast. Karen applied some pressure to the breast with the back of her hand. She could feel Amy's firm nipple through the material of her top and bra. Amy felt the increased pressure from Karen's hand, and enjoying the stimulation of the movement, increased her own motions to enhance the feeling.




Karen's First Year Ch. 03



Wanting even more, Amy rotated Karen's arm, presumably as part of the massage process, causing Karen's hand to flip over and placing it palm down on Amy's breast. Karen responded immediately, molding her fingers around Amy's breast with her fingertips on the bare skin above the top. As Amy continued the massage, Karen returned the favor lightly caressing the exposed skin of Amy's upper chest.

"This feels really nice," Karen said.

"Mmmm, yes it does," Amy replied. "But I'm the one that supposed to be giving the massage."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

"That's good. Because I am enjoying the mutual touching. Why don't you take your top off?" Karen asked. "After all, you've seen all of me."

"I can do that, if you'd like?"

"Mmmm. Yes."

Amy stepped back from the table, and pulled the top over her head as Karen watched. Amy's well rounded breasts were now covered only by the semi-transparent material of a bra that did little to hide the nipples and aureoles. Amy then brought her hands up to her breasts and started pinching her nipples through the sensuous material. Her arousal was obvious as the nipples were now distended and quite hard. Karen watched as Amy teased her own nipples, feeling a desire to be the one caressing Amy's breasts. Amy unclasped the bra and dropped it to the floor, displaying her C cup breasts for the delight of Karen.

Amy squeezed her nipples once again before stepping back up to the table. As she retook Karen's arm to continue the massage, they both smiled as Karen's hand was now on Amy's fully exposed and fully aroused tit. It wasn't long before Karen was kneading Amy's breast and teasing the nipple while Amy continued to massage her arm. Attempting to keep the massage on its normal timeline, Amy shifted to Karen's other arm. Once again, Karen found her hand on Amy's breast, and she took new delight in this Sapphic caressing. By the time Amy had finished Karen's second arm, she could feel her juices oozing from between her legs. She desperately wanted to take her shorts off as well, but chose to wait for the right moment. 

Amy moved around to the head of the table to massage Karen's shoulders and upper chest. Although she could no longer caress Amy's breasts, she did have an up close view of Amy's perky boobs. Karen could see how hard and distended Amy's nipples were, giving her good evidence that Amy was just as turned on as she was. As Amy worked on her upper chest, Karen removed the towel covering her body, saying, "I don't see how this towel is worth having on me. We're both girls, right?"

"Right. And it is up to you," replied Amy. "We prefer to err on the side of discretion."

Amy continued her massage movements, slowly but steadily sliding her hands lower and lower, moving from Karen's shoulders to her upper chest, and then on to the rise of Karen's breasts. Amy slowly circled the breasts with her fingertips, caressing and teasing as she slowly worked closer and closer to the nipples. Amy could feel how shallow Karen's breathing was, showing yet another indication of Karen's arousal.

Karen moaned as Amy's fingers finally found her nipples. The lightness of her touch sent shivers up and down her body. Her nipples responded immediately, firming up under the ministrations of Amy's talented fingers. Amy felt the response to her sensual touch, knowing how wet her panties were going to be before this session was over. Amy continued the light touch to Karen's tits, knowing that most women liked a soft touch, while those, like Jeannie who wanted more aggressive massaging usually made their desires known.

"Gawd, you are making me so hot!" Karen moaned.

"I know. It is making me horny as well. Do you want me to stop?"

"Gawd! No! Don't stop now."

To have better positioning for the next stage of the massage, Amy moved around to the side of the table, never stopping her caressing of Karen's nipples and breasts. Karen continued to stare at Amy's nipples, wanting to touch them again.

"May I touch your breasts again?" Karen asked.

"You may touch me anywhere you want," Amy replied. "Would you like me to get naked like you?"

"Oh, yes, please!"

Amy smiled in delight. She then stepped back from the table and proceeded to peel off her shorts and the thong panties inside. Karen gasped at the sight of her completely bare pussy, as there was not a hint of hair. Amy pulled the shorts off her foot, and as she stood, she spread her legs a bit, allowing her throbbing pussy lips to become visible to her client. She slid her hand between her thighs, and slid her fingers between her pussy lips in an obviously sexual way. The pussy juices that were already oozing from her pussy coated her fingers, as her fingers caressed her clit. Given this young woman's sexual openness, Amy could only imagine what Jeannie did with her. Jeannie was one of Amy's best clients, and she had enjoyed the pleasure of attending a couple of Paul's parties.

"Oh, gawd! You're hot!" Karen offered, continuing to stare at the petite young girl in front of her. If it hadn't been for the well developed breasts, Karen might have thought that she was pre-teen. But, Amy was not acting like any pre-teen. She continued to stroke her own pussy with her fingers, amping up her own arousal. She didn't normally do this with a client, but Karen was being quite receptive, and was a hottie as well. And, to top it off, she came in as a friend of Jeannie. 

It wasn't long before Karen couldn't stand just laying there. Karen brought her hands up to her own tits and as she watched Amy play with her own clit, she teased her nipples, being confident that Amy would soon be playing with her clit. Seeing Karen's actions, Amy moved back to the table.

"Relax," she said. "I'm supposed to do that for you." Amy slid Karen's hands off of her boobs, replacing them with her capable fingers. Karen moaned yet again as Amy's fingers contacted her sensitive nipples. Karen couldn't keep her hands quiet, though, and reached up to play with Amy's nipples.

"You don't have to do that, you know. You're here for your pleasure, not mine," Amy commented, hoping that Karen wouldn't stop.

"Oh, yeah! But, I'm getting pleasure from touching you."

"Oh, good."

They continued to manipulate each other's breasts and nipples, with both of them feeling the arousal levels increasing. Amy, sensing that it was time to escalate the situation, moved her massage further down Karen's body, spending an appropriate amount of time on Karen's tight well toned abdomen. As she did that, Karen allowed her hand to fall lower on Amy's body, eventually sliding it around to cup one of Amy's tight asscheeks. 

Amy had a high need to make sure that everything was okay. So, once more she checked with Karen, "You do understand that anything we do beyond a regular massage is strictly our choice and has nothing to do with the offered service of a massage? Right?"

Karen smiled. While she was inexperienced, she was most definitely not naïve', and realized that anything beyond a massage could be misinterpreted by the legal establishment.

"Oh, yeah! I understand. And, I hope you do what comes naturally." As she finished her comment, she slid her hand between Amy's thighs, parting Amy's already moist pussy lips with her fingers.

"Okay, then," Amy replied. "But, much as I appreciate and enjoy what you are doing, why don't you try to lay back and let me finish your massage the way it should be finished?"

Karen giggled and responded, "I'm not used to this kind of pampering. Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just enjoy." As Amy said this, she slid her hands onto Karen's thighs, her fingers continuously massaging the muscles of Karen's lower abdomen and upper legs. Amy gently spread Karen's legs apart, revealing Karen's aroused pussy fully for the first time. "Mmmmm. I can see that you have been enjoying the massage already. That is good." With that she slid both hands up between Karen's thighs, pulling her cunt lips apart, and exposing her clit and the opening to her cunt. As she did so, Karen's cunt juices flowed slowly from her beautiful opening, dripping down into her ass crease.

Amy slid her fingers along Karen's pussy lips, coating them with Karen's natural lubricant before contacting her clit. She then lightly rubbed Karen's clit, eliciting moans of appreciation from her prone client. Amy gently rubbed Karen's clit, her experienced fingers doing what they did best to increase her client's sexual arousal. With two fingers of her left hand playing with Karen's clit, Amy slid her right hand back up to Karen's sensitive nipples, now fully aroused and pointing out from her breasts. Amy gently pinched Karen's nipple, testing to see how much she was willing to take. 

Karen had closed her eyes by now, allowing Amy to do as she pleased. The pleasure wracking her body was great, and she intended on enjoying it to the fullest. She felt the pain as Amy squeezed her nipple, but the waves of pleasure accompanying the slight pain kept her from complaining. Even as she was enjoying the pleasure being delivered by Amy, her mind wandered to Jeannie who had requested a massage from Jim. Amy had made it pretty clear that whenever Jeannie utilized Amy, she received the same treatment that Amy was giving her right now. Mental images of a naked Jeannie being massaged by a gorgeous hunk only increased her excitement.

Amy could tell that Karen's arousal level was increasing, and gently picked up the pace. As her thumb massaged Karen's clit, she slid two fingers into Karen's still tight pussy. She skillfully found Karen's g-spot, and rubbed it lightly, knowing full well the feelings it would send through Karen's body. She felt Karen squeeze her sphincters trying to pull Amy's fingers deeper into her cunt. But Amy confidently maintained control of the situation.

Karen was moaning continuously now. "Oh, gawd, Amy, this feels so fucking good!" she murmured. "For god's sake, don't stop. I can feel my orgasm building."

"I can feel it, too," replied Amy. "Let it build. Don't rush it. Feel my fingers massaging your pussy. Savor the sensations it sends through your body. I can feel you juices oozing out of your pussy between my fingers and it is so hot."

By now, Karen had spread her legs so wide that they dangled from each side of the massage table providing Amy with an unfettered view of Karen's sex. Up until now, Amy had intended only to give Karen an excellent massage with a happy ending brought about by her fingers. But her own emotions and desires had unleashed a torrent of lust, and she desperately wanted to eat Karen's beautiful pussy. As she continued to massage Karen's nipples and pussy, slowly raising her to the highest of sexual heights, she stared into Karen's cunt, her juices flowing with desire. She watched as she plunged her fingers in and out of Karen's twat; how Karen squeezed her sphincter muscle, tightening her pussy lips around her fingers; and how her copious female juices were flowing from the center of her pleasure. Amy moved around between Karen's legs, climbing up on the table to get a better view and easier access for her fingers to Karen's hungry cunt.

The movement caused Karen to open her eyes to see what was happening. She looked down between her thighs to see Amy wantonly fingering her pussy, her breasts swaying with the motion, and Amy's eyes staring straight into her pussy. The lust in her eyes was obvious. Karen felt like she had turned into some sort of porn star or something over the past 24 hours, what with the number of people watching her have orgasms. "God, Amy, you have gotten me so hot. I need to cum so bad. Please, give it to me. Make me cum!"

Amy didn't need to be prompted. She didn't hesitate, but dropped her mouth to the waiting pussy and started licking Karen's clit. The contact of Amy's tongue on her clit sent Karen bucking like a wild bull.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming.," she moaned. :Don't stop. Please! Don't stop!"

Amy had no intention of stopping as she lowered her mouth onto Karen's pussy to capture all of the juices flowing forward as Karen experienced a string of orgasms. Amy pushed her tongue into Karen's cunt, sending another wave of orgasmic shudders through her client's body. As she tongue fucked this little princess, she brought her fingers back up to Karen's clit and started rubbing the way Jeannie did it to her during one of her own orgasms. It worked, sending yet another orgasm up and down Karen's spine.

"Oh, fuck!" Karen moaned. "Oh, god!" 

And after another tongue induced orgasm, Karen finally begged for it to end. "Oh, fuck! Stop! That's enough," she moaned.

Respecting her client's wishes, Amy backed away and allowed her to come down off of her sexual high. Climbing off the table, Amy fetched the towel and wash cloth, and after giving Karen several minutes to recover, she proceeded to wash Karen's breasts and pussy area, ensuring that no one would be the wiser as to what happened, except probably Jeannie, when Karen exited the room.



Karen's First Year Ch. 04



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"So, did you enjoy your spa visit?" Jeannie asked as soon as they were in the car.

"Oh, my god, yes! Absolutely!"

"Isn't it divine? And so satisfying. At least I find it so. Did Amy give you a good massage?"

"Oh yeah!  Although I have nothing to compare it to, since she gave me my first massage ever.  Her fingers are just divine, and she is so good at hitting just the right spot, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah! I know! She found my g-spot on the first try, and I've been putty in her hands ever since. Not that I'm complaining. Did she make you cum?"

As much as Karen had come to expect such frank talk from Jeannie, she was still taken aback at the intimacy and directness of the question. After gasping, she replied, "Uh, yeah, she did. Several times. When she put her fingers in my pussy it was tremendous. And her tongue, oh my god! Thank you, by the way."

Jeannie looked over at Karen, feeling her pussy moisten again as she thought about what she had planned for Karen for the evening. Being ever so careful, Jeannie figured she'd better make sure Karen was still a willing participant. "So, Karen, are you still willing to submit to whatever sexual pleasures I dictate?"

Karen looked over at Jeannie, taking in her beauty, which combined with the seeming contradiction of a person who is in total control, yet so sensitive to the people around her. And she was so sexy, too. "Hmmm! Absolutely! I assure you I am prepared to do whatever you tell me to do. I'm sure I will enjoy it."

"Good! Now we are going to buy you an outfit for the evening, at "Giselle's". Giselle is a good friend of mine, and owns the local women's wear store. And you must promise to do whatever she or I tell you to do, while we're there."

"Yes, maam. Am I to act subservient while we are there, maam?"

Jeannie smiled. "Yes, that would be good." Deciding to press the point, Jeannie continued, "Now, I want you to finger my pussy while I drive. Show me that you know how to play with a pussy. Unzip my pants and stick your fingers in there."

Karen unbuckled her seat belt and slid over next to Jeannie. She slid her right hand between Jeannie's thighs and immediately felt the moistness, even through the fabric of the slacks. She slid her hand higher, finding the zipper. With her eyes focused on what she was doing, Karen slowly unzipped Jeannie's slacks. Once the zipper was fully down, Karen slid her fingers inside the pants, finding that Jeannie was not wearing any panties. Jeannie parted her thighs, giving Karen full access to her nether regions. Karen pushed her hand deeper, when she felt her fingers slid easily between Jeannie's pussy lips.

"My gawd! You're soaking wet down there."

"Oh, yes! I am. Thanks to Jim. He gave me several orgasms with his wonderful tongue, and I decide to save the evidence for you to find." That was when Karen slid a finger inside of Jeannie's pussy. "Oh, yeah, push it in!" Jeannie commanded.

"Do you like that, Madam Jeannie?" Karen asked, wanting to make sure she was satisfying Jeannie. She found herself jealous of Jim. He had given her several orgasms during their massage. But as jealous as she was, for no good reason, she realized that she had had several orgasms herself with Amy. Karen felt like Alice in Wonderland, without any clue what was going to happen next. She continued to play with Jeannie's pussy, just like Amy had done for her. She had two fingers inside of Jeannie, while her thumb teased her clit. Jeannie's sudden intake of breath told Karen that she had found her g-spot.

"Oh, yeah! That's it!" muttered Jeannie. "Yeah! Right There! OH! Fuck!  FUUUCK!"

Karen was completely surprised by the spontaneity of the orgasm, but gloated in the success of bringing satisfaction to a woman like Jeannie.

"Now, STOP! And sit back over there!" Jeannie's sudden shift to bitch caught Karen unaware, but she was quick enough to obey before her surprise got her into trouble. She quickly slid back over and buckled in. "And when we get to Giselle's, I will do all of the talking and selection. Clear?"

"Yes, maam!"

A few minutes later, Jeannie turned into a strip mall on the outskirts of town. Giselle's was flanked by a Starbucks and a Supercuts. Karen followed Jeannie as she entered the clothing store. Jeannie headed straight for the counter at the back, where an attractive woman in her early 40's stood. She was tall and slender with long light brown hair. She wore librarian style glasses, but her outfit was anything but librarian clothing. She was wearing a tight tank top and very tight slacks, both of which accented every curve of her body. She had nice sized breasts, just a bit of a tummy, and well rounded butt cheeks. Karen took in all of this in a matter of seconds as Giselle was standing on a stepladder behind the counter providing a complete view of her figure as they approached the counter. 

"Hey, there, cutie," Jeannie said, announcing their presence. Giselle had already turned to face the door, having heard the chime announcing their arrival.

Giselle climbed down from the stepladder, responding, "Back at you!"

As soon as Giselle's feet hit the floor, the two ladies were in a bear hug, followed by a kiss on the lips that was just a bit more than a light kiss. Jeannie introduced Karen to Giselle, and explained what she wanted in clothes for Karen.

Giselle nodded, and led them to a staircase at the back of the store. Karen obediently followed Giselle and Jeannie up the stairs, admiring the delightful view from below. But, she was truly blown away as soon as she got to the second floor. Where the first floor was a conservative small town women's clothing store, the second was quite the opposite. It was clearly a woman's sex store. Intimate apparel, sexy dresses, toys and lubes were all out on display. Giselle led them over to a rack of fetish wear, and pulled a maid's uniform off the rack, holding it up for Jeannie to see. Karen saw that it consisted of a very short skirt and a button down the front sheer white blouse.

"I think this will work nicely for you, once we accessorize it appropriately," Giselle said, directing her comments to Jeannie. It was obvious that this wasn't the first time that Giselle had catered to Jeannie's desires as a customer. For accessories, Giselle selected thigh high black stockings, 3" high heels, and a black sheer demi-bra and matching thong panties with a garter. Jeannie agreed, and Giselle took Karen off to the changing room to try on the outfit.

Given the high level of sexual involvement that everybody seemed to have with Jeannie, Karen was a bit surprised that Giselle was totally professional, as she helped Karen try on the outfit. Although Giselle's hands touched Karen in many places as she fit the underwear and then the maid outfit to Karen's body, not once did she steal a sexual caress or cop a feel. Karen found herself disappointed. 

The outfit fit Karen very well, and her pussy started creaming again, when Giselle said that she made a very proper serving wench. Karen was still wrapping her mind around the fact that in less than 24 hours she had transformed from a conservative young lady into a sex-starved submissive slut. And she was loving it!

Jeannie wolf-whistled when Karen walked back in the room. Karen just oozed sexuality, and that was just what Jeannie wanted. Jeannie knew that Paul would be drooling the moment he set eyes on the transformed Karen. The blouse was unbuttoned at the top, giving a full view of Karen's smooth-skinned breast, with a just a hint of the aureoles peeking out above the lace of the bra. Karen's nipples could be seen poking out against the sheer material of the bra. The white skin of her upper thighs was blatantly sexual, accented by the short skirt and thigh high stockings. The high heels did what they were supposed to do, accenting and highlighting the muscle tone of her calves and thighs.

"Mmmm. Yes! That will work nicely," Jeannie commented after looking Karen up and down and turning her around.

Giselle responded, "Yes, she is delightfully yummy, isn't she? If she were serving my dinner, I'm not sure which I would want to eat first? My meal or your maid?"

Karen blushed at the comment, with the color spreading across her face and upper chest. She felt he pussy tighten yet again at the thought of being eaten out by Giselle. She knew she'd be happy to be an appetizer for her any day.

"Mmm, that is such an enticing thought," Jeannie responded. "Who knows when the opportunity might arise?"

Jeannie paid the bill, so Karen never did get a chance to see how much Jeannie was spending on her. She felt a little guilty for accepting the clothes, but the excitement it presented overpowered her guilt. At Jeannie's request, Karen left the store wearing the new outfit, after Giselle put her regular clothes in a bag. Karen's short walk to the car garnered multiple leers from the few men who were present at the strip mall. Never having been in a position of being a sex object, Karen found it quite thrilling, sending shivers of excitement up and down her spine.

On the drive home, Jeannie told Karen that for the rest of the day she must play the role of the maid, and must respond to Paul's and her every wish and desire. Karen eagerly agreed to the demands. On the drive back to the beach house, Karen contemplated the new twists in her life, realizing that her entire outlook on her life and career had been upended in only a few hours. She wondered how she would deal with Paul on Monday when they returned to the workplace. She knew he had said that what happened at the beach stayed at the beach. But, did that mean that they would pretend it didn't happen when they returned to the office. And, she wondered, who else at work had been to the beach house. It was illogical that she was the only one, but who else, and what would it mean. Interestingly, try as she might, she could not remember seeing any indications of sexual relationships within the office for the time that she had been there. As she contemplated her workmates in light of her weekend learnings, she saw them in a whole different light; as sexual beings.

Jeannie woke Karen from her contemplation, asking, "How're you doing honey? I know we've thrown a hell of a lot at you in a few hours. But, you seem to be handling it well. I just wanna make sure we are open and honest in our dealings here."

"I'm fine. In fact, I'm great. But, to be honest, there is no way I would have been caught dead in an outfit like this just two days ago. And to be seen by my mentor and manager in such a get up is totally alien to all of my training."

"You're right about that. But, I'm going to give you some advice. Don't let the sexual pleasure and adventures shatter your fundamental beliefs and integrity. Keep your values. They're pretty damn good. Just relax the Victorian morals you've been taught to believe. And, obviously, be very careful who you allow to see your new sexuality. Many people might condemn you for your behavior."

"Yeah! I pretty much figured that out already. But, I sure am enjoying the weekend."

"Great! We are too!"

"May I ask a question?"

"Certainly! Any time! Just remember that when you are playing a role, you must stay in character. Remember, we are just role playing. We, in no way expect you to be subservient to us in real life. You are an individual and will be respected as such. Now, what was your question?"

"Well, did you and Paul intend to seduce me when he invited me to the beach?"

Jeannie laughed. "Guilty as charged! We both found you delightfully and naturally sexy, despite your conservative dress and behavior. And in the time that Paul has worked with you, he discovered that you were very intelligent, emotionally balanced, and well grounded in who you are. Those are three critical criteria to ensure that we aren't victimizing you in any way. While I very much enjoy the adventure of sexual seduction, there is no way that I could live with myself if it victimized someone. So, how does that make you feel?"

"Well, I'm not sure. Excited of course. I'm flattered that you two found me sexy, as I don't consider myself sexy and I haven't aspired to be. That's what cheerleaders do. I'm curious to see where this goes of course. I feel like I've launched into a whole new adventure of life, and I haven't got a clue where it will take me."

"Like I said. Intelligent. You have a very sane attitude towards what is happening. And you can trust Paul and me. No matter what, we'll be here for you, and support you in whatever decisions you make as you pursue this journey. Oh, and selfishly, I want to continue to participate as your teacher, guide, and occasional master. You really make me hot! And, as I tell my clients, sex is natural. It is part of our genetic makeup. For many reasons, some anthropological and some based on fear, we humans have created an atmosphere that demonizes sex in many ways. Creating a healthy understanding and attitude towards sex is extremely difficult in the world we live in today."

"God, is that ever true!"

"Anyway, sorry for the lecture. I just hope you don't hate me, and find a way to trust me."

"Not to worry. I'm sure I won't hate you."

Jeannie laughed. "Well, that is good! Now shall we go take advantage and enjoy our boy toy back home?"

That caused Karen to laugh. "Uh, I think you'll be enjoying him, but if I understand my place this evening, I'm your girl toy, and you'll both be enjoying me."

"Aw, yes! That is true. But I think you'll enjoy it too."

"I'm pretty sure I will."

Moments later they were pulling into the driveway to the beach house. Just before they got out of the car, Jeannie reached over and undid the top button of Karen's blouse, exposing all of her cleavage and a hint of the flimsy bra containing her breasts. Karen's pussy tingled as her imagination turned to xxx thoughts.

When they climbed the stairs to the main floor, they found Paul in the living room ensconced on the couch where the night before Karen had watched him masturbate and the two of them fuck. He was watching NASCAR and was casually dressed in Dockers and a polo shirt. He looked amazingly yummy to Karen.

As soon as Paul saw Karen in her new outfit, he whistled, and asked Jeannie, "Is this our new maid?"

Recognizing that she was being treated as a sex object, Karen felt tingles ricochet through her body. They felt good, even though she knew that she should rebel at the very thought of being treated like a sex object.

Jeannie spoke first, "No. she's not our new maid. But she is our serving wench for the evening. She's not here to do our housework, but she is prepared to do anything you may desire as a personal service."

Paul picked up his beer bottle and waggled it at Karen. "Well, I could stand another beer. And when you get back, you fill the pipe for me. I feel like getting stoned."

Karen immediately left for the kitchen to fetch Paul's beer, as Jeannie settled in on the couch next to Paul. As Karen headed for the kitchen, Jeannie added, "I'll take some white wine, and you'll find some snack preparations in the frig. Bring us our drinks and then prepare the snacks."

"Yes, mistress," Karen answered as she moved through the doorway to the kitchen.

As soon as she was in the kitchen, Paul asked, "Is she really buying into all of this? Are we pushing her too far too fast."

Jeannie dropped her hand onto Paul's lap covering his cock with her hand as she answered, "I don't think so. She let Amy pleasure her at the spa, and on our drive home, we had a good conversation. Unless I'm mistaken, we have awakened a real sexual animal."

"Great, honey! You've never made a mistake on this type of thing before. Keep that up and I'll be demanding sexual favors very soon."

"Go for it honey. I want to watch her suck you off."

"Oh, damn. The things I have to do for you!"

Just as he finished, Karen reentered the living room with their drinks. Karen did her best to emulate the walk of a sexy waitress. She hoped that they would appreciate the fact that she had undone yet another button of her blouse, presenting a socially unacceptable view of her cleavage to her new friends and masters. As she gave them each their drink she bent from the waist making sure that they got a full view of her breasts. She then bent over to fill the pipe with her backside to the couch, making sure that Paul had a full view of her ass, as the skirt rode high up on her thighs. She took her time filling the pipe and then slowly turned back around to hand them the filled pipe.

After they had thanked Karen for the drinks, Karen asked, "May I have some wine, too, mistress?"

Jeannie beamed at how well Karen was getting into her role. Normally she would have deprived her serving wench. But, deciding to reward her for her good behavior, she answered, "You may have whatever libation you choose for the rest of the evening. And that includes partaking of the pipe."

"Thank you, mistress."  

Karen took a few tokes from the pipe and returned to the kitchen to set about making the snacks. Twenty minutes later she returned to the living room with a tray of snacks. She almost dropped the tray when she saw what they were watching on the big screen. They weren't watching NASCAR any more. They were now watching her.  Or more specifically they were watching the video of her playing with herself. She quickly recognized that the video was of her playing with the rabbit from the night before. Fortunately she caught herself before she dropped the tray of snacks which would have caused a mini disaster and continued on into the living room to serve her masters.

As she rounded the couch, she was presented with a full view of Jeannie stroking Paul's rigid cock. Once again, she had to work to retain control and not drop the tray. She set the tray on the table and as coolly as she could she picked up the pipe and took a couple more tokes, trying to calm herself down. Even as she was dealing with the embarrassment of having herself up on the screen, she asked if they desired anything else.

Paul answered, "As a matter of fact, yes!"

"What can I do for you sir?" Karen asked.

"Suck my cock, and make me cum!" he commanded.

Without hesitation, Karen responded, "Yes sir!" Her mind giddy with the fact that it was her body that had turned Paul on so much, Karen immediately dropped to her knees between his legs, and slid her hands up his legs towards his crotch. As her hands approached his man meat, Jeannie let go of his cock and leaned back on the couch to watch. Moments later Karen wrapped her hands around his turgid cock. She felt it throb in her hands, begging for attention. It wasn't long before her mouth followed her hands, approaching the thick purplish head. Drawing on her memory of all the cock sucking scenes she had scene, Karen intended to perform like a porn star.

She slowly stroked his cock with a light touch as she snaked her tongue out towards the tip of his cock. The glistening moisture at the tip of his cock told her how hot he was, and she was desperate to taste him. She wasted no time in licking some of his precum with her tongue. She heard him moan, and realized that between the video of her that he was watching and the attention she was giving his cock, she had total control over this man for the moment. Her pussy was already twitching and moistening at the sexual power that she had discovered within herself.

Karen licked his cockhead for a bit, and then slowly licked her way down his nine inch shaft. As she did so, her eyes met Jeannie's, and she saw that Jeannie was already into being the voyeur. The smile on Jeannie's face egged her on, and she found herself hoping that Jeannie would masturbate right there while watching her service Paul. Karen licked her way back up the shaft, following her lips with her hands, using her saliva to lubricate his delightful toy. Reaching the head of the cock, she ran her tongue around the tip, causing Paul's cock to convulse slightly.




Karen's First Year Ch. 04



"Oh, gawd! She's good!" Paul uttered, his breathing already becoming shallow in sexual excitement.

Karen responded to the compliment by repeating her actions, again sliding her tongue up and down his shaft. She could feel his swollen blood vessels with her tongue. She dropped her hands lower and cupped his balls. Their heaviness in her hands was overpowering, and she found herself hoping they were loaded with his juices.

After several up and down strokes with her tongue, she returned to the very tip of his cock, teasing his hole with the very tip of her tongue. Then she slowly lowered her lips to the head of his cock. She didn't stop there, continuing to slide her lips around the bulbous head of his cock, while continuing to tongue his man hole. But, gawd, his cock was big. She had no clue how she was going to get that whole thing in her mouth, but she wanted it. She wanted it all. She wanted to show her masters that she could be a good sex toy. No. A great sex toy. Never before in her life had she successfully gotten a man's cock fully in her mouth. The couple of times she had made a meager effort, both cocks were smaller than Paul's and she remembered gagging both times.

Taking her time, she lowered her mouth down his shaft, millimeter by millimeter. 

She carefully kept her teeth clear of his sensitive skin, but used her tongue to tease his sexual center.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Jeannie uttered. "That's right! Take it slow and easy. Tease him."

Karen looked back over at Jeannie and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had undone her slacks, and one hand had already slid inside of her pants and between her thighs. Karen wished to herself that Jeannie would take the pants off so that she could see what she was doing. But wishes or not, she stayed focused on pleasuring Paul. Returning her eyes to the shaft in front of her she could see that she had already successfully taken in more than two thirds of his gorgeous cock.

Sensing that she was about to gag, though, she reversed direction, and just as slowly, she worked her lips back up his shaft. After what seemed like eons to Paul, Karen's lips reached the head of his cock. Her hands played with his balls as she closed her eyes and once again reversed course and starting sliding her lips back down his cock. This time she was able to go lower, but she still didn't fully consume his shaft before she could feel the gagging sensation. Even though she wasn't yet satisfied with her performance as a cock sucker, Paul's moans indicated his enjoyment.

Once again, her tongue and lips found their way back up his shaft, and once again she started back down again. She willed her throat to relax; having every intention of showing she could take the whole thing.

Jeannie watched, still amazed at the vigor with which Karen was attacking Paul's cock. Her fingers were stroking her clit under her slacks, and she could feel herself building to yet another orgasm. She leaned back into the couch, raising her ass of the couch so that she could lower her slacks. She successfully kicked her pants aside and settled back onto the couch spreading her legs to allow her fingers full freedom.

Karen felt the movement of the couch. She reopened her eyes and looked back over at Jeannie, finding herself with a great view of Jeannie's wide open pussy lips. Jeannie was rubbing her clit with the fingers of one hand while the fingers of the other held her pussy lips wide open. Karen could see juices oozing from Jeannie's glistening cunt, and her own cunt moistened even more at the sight. As much as she was enjoying sucking on Paul, her mind was embracing the idea of eating Jeannie, and tasting her feminine juices.

Karen raised her eyes to meet Jeannie's. Jeannie's eyes were filled with lust as she was watching the young woman suck Paul's cock. Karen's mind exulted in the realization that she was the sexual center of attention for Jeannie, and it pushed her to succeed at the task at hand, or rather in her mouth. She was now successfully swallowing all of Paul's cock on each stroke.

Paul was moaning in pleasure, finally receiving the pleasure he had fantasized about for several months. He could feel the pressure of his jism building in his balls because of the exquisite lip and mouth action of Karen. He dropped his hands to the back of her head, entangling his fingers in her blonde tresses, and using his grip to control the speed of her strokes. 

It only took a couple of strokes before Karen had relinquished control to Paul, allowing him to use her as a pure sex object just for his satisfaction. She kept her lips tightly around his shaft ensuring that he received the full benefit of her mouth. His moans increased in intensity and volume, inciting Karen to do an even better job.

"Oh, god, that feels good," Paul moaned. "Keep it going. I'm going to cum soon. Oh, FUCK!"

Jeannie had intensified her own finger action, enjoying the sight of the young woman pleasuring Paul. Knowing what Paul liked, Jeannie interjected, "When he cums, try to swallow all of his cum. Keep your mouth wrapped around his cock as he pumps it into you!"

"Mmmm," was all that Karen could articulate around Paul's engorged cock.

"Oh, shit! I'm cumming!" Paul screamed.

Karen's mouth filled with his cum, and she swallowed as fast as she could. But, the cream oozed out of her mouth around his still hard cock and dribbled down her chin. Paul continued to move Karen's head up and down his cock as he pumped squirt after squirt of jism into her mouth. Karen continued to swallow as much as she could. Paul slowed the movement, and after a couple of less intense strokes, Paul slowly urged Karen's head away from his throbbing cock with his hands. As she released the head of his cock from her mouth, she smiled, her lips and chin covered with the combination of saliva and cum.

"Wow," she said. "That was awesome!"

Jeannie responded quickly. "Come here!" she ordered. "Kiss me."

Doing as she was told, Karen moved over to Jeannie; slowly bring her lips to meet Jeannie's. As soon as they made contact, Jeannie pushed her tongue between Karen's lips, extracting as much of Paul's semen as she could in a deliciously hot Sapphic kiss.

"Now, eat my pussy!" Jeannie commanded.

Karen willingly dropped to her knees between Jeannie's spread legs. She was eager to please, and the idea of eating Jeannie's pussy caused her own juices to start gushing again. Given her own inexperience and Jeannie's high degree of experience and knowledge, Karen silently thanked Amy for the oral lesson she had received earlier in the afternoon.

Karen slowly slid her hands up Jeannie's inner thighs, following them up her thighs with butterfly kisses. Her lips slowly approached Jeannie's wet pussy. Jeannie spread her legs wider, welcoming and desiring Karen's advances. Once again, Karen was caressing Jeannie's pussy with her fingers. This time she hoped that Jeannie would allow her to carry the task to completion, rather than interrupting her part way through. As Karen's face got closer to Jeannie's pussy she could smell the pungent aroma of Jeannie's sex. The intoxicating scent drew her in, and her lips got closer and closer to the center of Jeannie's being. Her fingers played with Jeannie's large engorged clit, ending shudders through Jeannie's body. Karen felt Jeannie's body twitch under her ministrations and felt proud of her new found skills. Seconds later her tongue found that same clit, sending yet another wave of enjoyment through her mistress's body. Remembering what Amy had done to her, she licked Jeannie's clit, as her fingers toyed with the lips of her pussy, teasing them open. Karen slid one finger into Jeannie's hungry orifice, following it quickly with a second. Amazingly, touching another woman seemed so natural. Karen quickly found Jeannie's g-spot, and was rewarded with a loud moan of satisfaction. Using her lips and tongue, Karen sucked Jeannie's clit into her mouth, sucking on it the same way she had done with Paul's cock, while pumping her fingers in and out of Jeannie's juicy cunt.

Jeannie had already been hot because of all of the preceding action, both in town, and since they had gotten home, so it wasn't going to take much to send her over the top yet again. Even with that, she was pleasantly surprised at how quickly Karen caught on to her needs. For a first timer, this girl could really eat pussy. She didn't doubt Karen's innocence prior to this weekend, but was impressed with how fast she was learning to satisfy her sexual partners.

"Oh, yeah, Karen! That's right. Suck on my clit while you press on my g-spot. Oh, yeah! Right there."

Just as Amy had done to her, Karen slid her tongue lower in Jeannie's crease, running her tongue along Jeannie's pussy lips, then around the rim of her cunt. Karen found the taste of pussy to be amazingly enjoyable. She lapped at Jeannie's pussy and then pushed the tip of her tongue into the pussy of her new lover.

"God, yes!" Jeannie moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, yeah. Give it to me! Harder!" Karen did as she was told. "Now, suck on my clit some more, while you finger fuck me!"

Karen did as she was commanded, moving her mouth and tongue back to Jeannie's clit.

"That's right." Jeannie continued to give instructions. "Now, suck my clit into your mouth. Oh! Yeah! Now, chew on it a bit. Oh, yeah. Like That. Now, a little harder! Oh, Fuck! Yes. Don't stop now!"

Karen chewed on Jeannie's clit, using her teeth to tease the sensitive nubbin of flesh, while her fingers continued to pump in and out of Jeannie's hot and soaking wet pussy. Karen was completely into it, now focused solely on giving Jeannie oral pleasure.

It was working. Jeannie gasped loudly, "Fuuuuck! I'm building! God, Paul, can she eat pussy? Fuck! Yes! Oh,. God! I'm cummmmming!"

Karen continued to fuck Jeannie's pussy with her fingers and nibble on Jeannie's clit for another minute as orgasm after orgasm rocked Jeannie's body. She wasn't about to quit until she was ordered to by Jeannie.

Jeannie continued moaning in ecstasy, having lost count of the number of orgasmic tremors that Karen had triggered. And the little minx didn't stop. Finally, after another couple of minutes of cascading orgasm, Jeannie reached down and pushed her away. "Enough, Karen! That was fucking awesome!"

As soon as Jeannie came back down from her orgasmic thrill ride, she ordered Karen, "Now, go get dinner prepared." Earlier, at the store, Jeannie had ensured that Karen was knowledgeable enough to make the planned dinner for the evening.

Yes, maam," Karen responded. She moved over to the coffee table and reloaded the pipe. After helping herself to a couple more tokes, she got up and headed into the kitchen.

Jeannie added another command, just as Karen was entering the kitchen. "By the way, Karen, I have another rule for you for tonight. You are not to touch yourself sexually for the rest of the evening without explicit permission from me. And you are prohibited from asking permission."

Karen sighed inwardly, wondering how Jeannie knew that that was just what she wanted. No, needed. Getting the two of them off had made her horny yet again. She felt like a horny nymphomaniac all of a sudden. She'd already had more orgasms this week than she normally did in a month, and she found herself wanting even more.

"Yes, maam," she responded.

As soon as she was out of the room, Jeannie snuggled up next to Paul. He responded by putting his arm around her, and remarked, "My god, Karen is certainly a find. I would have never guessed she would have embraced the role this easily."

"Well, it is clear she loves sex. And I think, this is the first time somebody noticed and appreciated her sexuality. I must admit that I am surprised to see how quickly she embraced bisexuality."

Paul laughed. "I'm sure that you're happy with that!"

"Ha! As if you didn't enjoy watching her make love to me. You are so male!"

"Guilty as charged. Would you love me as much if I was a woman?"

Jeannie laughed. "Who knows? Maybe more."

Paul laughed, "You're incorrigible. Which is why I love you!" Paul continued, after taking a toke from the pipe. "So, do you have plans for the evening that you care to share?"

Jeannie smiled. "Oh, I've got a couple of ideas." Laughing, she continued, "So, are you man enough for the two of us, or should I call in reinforcements."

"Go ahead, if you want," Paul answered. "But, I've got my purple pill. That combined with the delightful scenery of two gorgeous babes should keep me hard all night long."

Jeannie picked up the glasses of wine and handed Paul his glass. Signaling a toast with her glass, Jeannie offered, "Not that you need it, but here's to 'better living through chemistry'!"

"So, are you going to share, or keep me in suspense?"

"Well, on one hand, I thought we might play one of our sexy parlor games. Or, we could completely ignore her as a human being, do our own thing, and only use her as serving wench and sex object."

"Mmmm. Both sound interesting. Do you think she is emotionally prepared to deal with what we're dishing out? She has tremendous talent, both professionally and sexually. I'd hate to blow the opportunity on the first weekend."

"Oh, I agree. But, so far, I've been impressed with her resilience, and she hasn't retreated from anything we've thrown at her so far this weekend. And that is saying something. Let's play it by ear. I'll let you know what I decide after dinner. Dessert should be telling." Jeannie finished her last remark with another laugh. "I know you'll enjoy it."

Paul settled back into watching some Nascar, and Jeannie caught up on some reading while they awaited dinner. About fifteen minutes later, Karen emerged from the kitchen and asked for some help in finding things. Paul followed her back into the kitchen, taking in the enticing smells emanating from the oven.

When Karen explained that she needed a serving bowl, Paul pointed to an upper cabinet, telling Karen it was on the top shelf of the cabinet. He knew there were a couple lower down, but wanted to see what Karen would do. Karen waited a minute or two, expecting Paul to fetch it for her. When he didn't, she looked around for a step stool. Finding none, she realized she would have to climb up on the counter to get the bowl. It didn't take her long to realize that this was just what Paul wanted, as he hadn't returned to the living room and was just watching her.

As gracefully as she could, Karen climbed up on the cabinet, stretching to reach the top shelf. Her short skirt rose with the stretch, revealing her garters and thong to Paul's leering gaze. Knowing this was exactly what he wanted, Karen stretched one leg out behind her as she reached for the bowl. She took her time, knowing that Paul was staring into her crotch. She realized that he would see how wet she was, but that only added to her enjoyment of the evening.

Paul smiled inwardly, enjoying the show. He decided to crank it up a notch, and moved up behind Karen. He reached up and used his hand to steady her, making sure that he placed his hand on her ass cheeks and inner thighs. "Let me steady you. I wouldn't want you to fall."

"Mmmm. Thanks," she responded, wishing he'd do more than just hold her ass. Her pussy had been creaming since she had pleasured the two of them. A couple of times she had quickly fingered herself while making dinner, but she had avoided doing anything more than that, for fear of being caught. She had already figured out that she would be punished if she were caught breaking the rules, and she had already carried that logic even further, knowing that the punishment would be sexual in nature. She had also figured out that even if she was punished, she'd probably enjoy it in the end, if not during the punishment. Secretly she wanted to be punished by Jeannie, but she wasn't ready to rush it. Jeannie was clearly in control, and so far, it had been very enjoyable.

She took her time selecting a bowl. Paul took advantage of the time, and slid his hand between her thighs. The material of the thong did nothing to keep his fingers from finding her moist womanhood. Karen dutifully spread her legs wider, giving Paul full access to her wet slit, wanting him to do more, to play with her, make her cum. If only?

Paul slid two fingers into Karen's twat easily with the thong presenting no protection whatsoever. Her state of arousal pleased him as he felt the warmth of her juices coat his fingers. It didn't take long for him to find her g-spot.

She jerked and gasped as Paul's fingers hit her g-spot. She silently begged him to continue, hoping that he would give her body the orgasmic release it had been craving almost continuously. As he manipulated her g-spot with his forefinger, he could feel her orgasm building. Realizing this, he pulled his fingers from her cunt, knowing that Jeannie didn't want her cumming yet.

Nonchalantly, Paul asked, "So, did you find it?"

"Yes, sir," she responded. "I have it."

He let go of her, allowing her to climb down from the cabinet, and returned to the living room. As soon as he had exited the kitchen, Karen slid her fingers between her legs and gave her clit a quick massage. "Fuck," she thought. "I need to cum!" She started to massage her clit in a way that she knew would bring her off quickly, desperate for release. She was building to a climax when Jeannie called her from the living room.

"Karen, come here!" Jeannie ordered.

Karen pulled her fingers away from her crotch and did the best she could to calm her libido, as if that was going to happen. As quickly as she could, Karen returned to the living room. As soon as Karen entered, Jeannie commanded, "Get over here!" pointing to a spot on the floor right in front of her. Karen did as she was told.

"Give me your hands!" Jeannie ordered. She took Karen's hands and pulled them up to her nose, taking a deep sniff of the scents on Karen's hand.

"MMMMM! Just as I suspected. You've been touching your pussy. Did you get yourself off?"

"No, maam."

"Mmm. But, you have been touching yourself, haven't you?"

Karen's eyes drilled holes in the floor as she answered, "Yes, maam."

Turning to Paul, Jeannie said, "Paul, fetch me my favorite whip from the dungeon. It is time to teach this little cunt what happens when she doesn't follow my instructions to the letter."

Paul got up from the couch, responding, "Yes, maam!" He headed downstairs.

As soon as Paul had left the room, Jeannie turned to Karen and, in a less menacing voice said, "Pay close attention to the lesson you are about to learn. But before you learn the lesson there is one more thing to cover. At all times, you will have the power to stop anything that is happening. You will have a safe word. You may say the safe word at any time. When you do, all role playing will stop. At that point, we will have a short discussion, and you will be permitted to leave. Your safe word is 'potato.' Saying 'No' or 'Stop' will not work, but 'potato' will cause all activity to cease. And you need to know that Paul's safe word is 'orange.' Do you understand?"

"Yes, maam. Do you have a safe word?"

"Yes, I do. You will learn it if and when the time is appropriate."

"Yes, maam."

"Good. Now, stand beside the end of the couch and bend over the arm. Take off your panties and spread your legs."

Karen had just finished taking the directed position when Paul reentered the room. Paul handed the whip to Jeannie.

"Excellent, Paul. Now, since you fondled Karen in the kitchen without permission, you will be punished as well. Assume the correct position on the other end of the couch."

Paul did as he was told. Karen was surprised at this, expecting to be the only one punished for misbehavior. With her head down, Karen had to raise her brows in order to be able to see what Jeannie was doing to Paul. Karen heard the smack of the whip as it contacted Paul's ass. Karen surmised that the whipping was not overdone, as Paul was quiet when the whip hit. Jeannie continued to whip Paul's backside, delivering five strokes with the whip. Karen heard nary a whimper from Paul.




Karen's First Year Ch. 04



The scuffling of feet told Karen that Jeannie had moved around to her end of the couch. She steeled herself for the lashings she knew were coming. 

She winced and nearly cried out when the first lashes contacted her soft asscheeks. She tasted blood, realizing she had literally bit her tongue to avoid crying out. Jeannie hadn't said anything, but Karen knew she should remain quiet and take her punishment. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the second swat hit her. Knowing what to expect, it was easier. By the time the third stroke hit her ass, Karen had relaxed enough to go with the flow, sensing that Jeannie would not hurt her in any way.

Jeannie noted the change in Karen, and thought about increasing the pressure to show her who was boss. But Karen was so sexy, and she wanted more than to whip her. Jeannie dropped the whip and slid her hand between Karen's thighs. Karen immediately spread her legs open, yielding her body to Jeannie. Jeannie's fingers easily slipped between the lips of Karen's soaking wet pussy. "Hmmmm, you are very wet, Karen. Paul, come here and feel how wet she is."

Seconds later, Karen felt his fingers slide deep into her pussy. His fingers quickly found her g-spot, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel her juices oozing from her cunt around his fingers, and dripping down her thighs. She desperately wanted to cum. And Paul was ready to fuck her, but Jeannie wasn't about to allow that to happen.

"That's enough Paul," she commanded. "I'm hungry and I want dinner served soon. Go finish your assignment, Karen."

"Yes, maam," Karen responded, quite submissively. As she headed back into the kitchen, she heard Jeannie order Paul to go down on her. She squeezed her pussy lips tightly, wishing that it was she that Paul would be going down on. As Karen finished making the dinner, she was constantly tormented by the moans and groans emanating from the next room. By the sound of it, Paul was giving Jeannie quite the tongue lashing. She was so horny; she came close to lying down on the floor and giving her pussy the hard friggin that it needed for the orgasm that was so close and not to be. Her deep seated desire to please Jeannie and Paul successfully kept her hands from straying below her skirt. Several minutes went by before Karen heard Jeannie scream in orgasmic delight, obviously enjoying the lapdog attention she was receiving from Paul.

Five minutes later, Jeannine walked into the kitchen and asked about dinner as if nothing had been going on that was the least bit out of the ordinary. Karen had just finished the preparation of the meal and received compliments from Jeannie. The three of them shared a meal of boneless chicken breasts, risotto, fresh asparagus, tossed salad, and bread with an oil and vinegar dip. Karen had even managed to grate some fresh parmesan cheese for their feast. Their dinner conversation focused on the events of the day, the local weather and several other non-sexual topics.

As they finished supper, Jeannie commented, "Now, it's time for desert."

Karen gasped, as she hadn't prepared anything for desert, and thinking she would be punished. She wracked her mind trying to remember what Jeannie had told her, but she couldn't remember anything about desert. Jeannie noticed the fear in Karen's face, and let her stew in it for nearly a minute.

Finally, Jeannie said, "Uh, don't worry, Karen. I'll help you prepare desert. Let's go into the kitchen.

Karen breathed a sigh of relief and followed Jeannie into the kitchen. Her pussy moistened as she watched Jeannie's ass sway, and started wondering if she might be lesbian as she lasciviously coveted Jeannie's body.

As soon as they were in the kitchen, Jeannie ordered Karen to disrobe, and lay down on the dinette in the kitchen. Karen's eyes widened, but she did as ordered. It didn't take her long to strip, and she quickly climbed onto the table, lying on her back. Jeannie pulled some items from the frig, as well as from the cabinets, and proceeded over to the table.

Jeannie arranged Karen's body on the table, with her arms at her sides, and her legs slightly askew. Jeannie then proceeded to cover her body with chocolate and caramel sauce, whipped cream, various types of nuts, sliced bananas, and maraschino cherries. Of course, each of the different food items was carefully placed in the most erotic of locations on Karen's body. Jeannie smiled widely as she positioned the banana like a hard penis on Karen. Karen's eyes widened even more as she realized that she was being turned into the center of a sexual banana split. It didn't help any that Jeannie took every opportunity possible to caress Karen's nipples, slide a finger across her clit, press light on her asshole, or even occasionally slide a finger into her cunt for a brief moment.

"There!" Jeannie pronounced. "Paul, cum on in for desert."

Paul ambled into the kitchen, mumbling, "Why are we eating in here?" He barely finished his question when he saw desert spread out before him. "Oh, that's why. Very elegant. I can't wait to eat." He moved towards Karen.

Jeannie stopped him. There is only one rule."

"What's that?" Paul asked obediently.

"You must use silverware. You cannot touch her with any part of your body."

Paul and Karen both groaned in unison.

"But, remember, you can do anything you want with the spoon."

Karen saw Paul's smile widen and she wondered what he had in mind.

Jeannie and Paul set upon desert with a vengeance. Using their spoons, they would scoop some of the dessert off of Karen's body and nonchalantly consume it. Paul started with the fruit and whipped cream on Karen's upper chest, while Jeannie focused on the delights spread out over Karen's belly. Karen's juices, already flowing as a result of the sensuous way in which Jeannie had spread the dessert over her, oozed from her pussy in excitement. After a few bites, Karen noticed that they were taking more time scooping food off of her than eating it. And they were sensuously sliding their spoons across her skin. The sensation was beyond erotic, it set off every nerve ending in her body in spasms of high sensitivity. The contact seemed more sensual than if they were touching her with their hands. As excited as she was, Karen had to focus to keep from squirming on the table as a result of her high degree of arousal.

Karen's breathing shallowed as she got more turned on by the contact of the spoons on her sensitive skin. She was surprised when Jeannie started eating the banana. Karen watched as Jeannie slowly ate her way down the banana, and knew what was at the end of it. Her clit could actually feel the motions of Jeannie's eating, as the banana transferred some of the action to her clit. From her viewing angle she couldn't see how much of the banana Jeannie had eaten, but it seemed like it was taking forever for her to finish eating. And Paul wasn't helping, teasing her nipple with the back of his spoon as he sucked a cherry into his mouth.

Jeannie carefully approached the end of the banana. She could smell the pungent aroma of Karen's sex as she continued to nibble on the banana. Paul took another taste of the cherries and whipped cream that he spooned off of her breast, savoring the pleasure of smooth and sweet while watching Jeannie go down on Karen's banana. Inwardly he wished that just for the moment that banana was really Karen's penis, so that she could enjoy the way that Jeannie gives a blow job. He was pretty confident that Karen would sign up for one of her sexuality study groups, so she would learn the style of giving a great blow job, sooner rather than later.

From the motions and touches, Karen could tell that Jeannie had pretty much eaten the banana. And with what Paul had been doing to her breasts, and tits, she wished he would start licking the whipping cream right off her skin. But Jeannie had prohibited that. Then she jumped, as Jeannie's tongue found the lips of her pussy under the chocolate sauce that surrounded the base of the banana. 

"God, this tastes good." Jeannie pulled back enough to share her pleasure with Paul. "The combination of chocolate, banana, and pussy cream is absolutely delightful. I'm going to have some more."

"Mmmm, yeah! It certainly looks scrumptious." Paul answered, drooling cherry juice from his lips.

"Kiss her, Paul," Jeannie commanded just before lowering her mouth back onto Karen's banana pussy split. Karen moaned when Jeannie's tongue found pussy lips. The feeling was incredible, made even more sensual by the thick creamy chocolate sauce that covered her pussy. Karen shuddered, as Jeannie followed her pussy lip up to her clit. When Jeannie sucked her clit into her mouth, Karen jumped in pleasure.

Paul did as he was ordered, lowering his lips to hers. Karen's eyes met his, glowing with lust and hunger. He knew his eyes would be reflecting the same emotions to her. Just after Karen's jump, their lips touched and Paul felt Karen's lips quivering in nervousness and excitement. He wasted no time in pushing his tongue into Karen's mouth. Karen's lips parted quickly, welcoming the deep kiss from Paul. She was desperate for it, immediately entering into a tongue duel with Paul. She was so fucking horny. She desperately wanted to reach out and touch someone. Anyone? Paul? Jeannie? Herself? But she forced herself to follow Jeannie's rules, confident that she would be rewarded in one way or another. Eventually. But it didn't keep her from squirming on the table, which she found to be amazingly easy as the chocolate and caramel syrup on her body slid down her skin onto the table, making it easy to slither around on the table.

Jeannie couldn't help but notice the excitement of her young girl toy. She slid her tongue down along Karen's pussy lips teasing her cunt and anal opening with a combination of the pressure of her tongue, and the gooey feeling of the syrup. She could easily taste the pussy juices flowing from Karen's cunt. She couldn't resist the invitation and started fucking the young pussy with her tongue. But she wanted more. Much more.

"Paul," Jeannie commanded, once again deserting Karen's pussy to talk. "Go fetch James. Karen needs to be fucked!"

It took a couple of seconds for the full meaning of Jeannie's words to work their way through Karen's sexual euphoria. Finally, it hit her; Jeannie was fetching another man to fuck her. A stranger. "Ohmigod!" she thought. "Paul hadn't even fucked her yet, and Jeannie was calling in another man." Her moral inner being yelled, "Get outta here!" But her pussy was in total control and it most definitely said, "Bring it on!"

Jeannie saw the shudders rumble through Karen's body as her message sank in. She smiled, wondering exactly how her mid was dealing with the impact of her order to Paul. What Karen didn't know was that James was the nickname for her strap-on.  Her 11 inch strap-on. And she knew how jealous Paul would be when he watched her fuck Karen. Jeannie didn't let up while waiting on Paul. She went right back to Karen's pussy, wanting more of her desert creation. 

Karen moaned and let out the breath she was holding when Jeannie found her clit yet again. The contact sent a tidal wave of orgasmic delight through Karen's body. Her hands found the edge of the table and she gripped the table as hard as she could to keep from reaching down and pushing Jeannie's head against her pussy, wishing to thrust Jeannie's tongue hard into her cunt. Then Paul reentered the room. 

When no one followed him in, Karen looked over to see Paul. She gasped as her eyes took in the sight of a huge dildo attached to some kind of harness made of leather and chains. Then it hit her. Jeannie was going to strap on the dildo and fuck her with it. A flood of reactions hit Karen. Relief over not being fucked by a strange man. Excitement over being fucked by Jeannie. Fear from the seemingly immense size of the toy. Sexual arousal won out, as yet another mini orgasm wracked Karen's body.

Jeannie raised herself from Karen's pussy long enough to instruct Paul to put it on. The message to Karen was clear. This wasn't the first time that Jeannie had fucked someone with Paul's help. Again, her thoughts were derailed as Jeannie's tongue once again started teasing her clit and licking her pussy lips, cleaning them of what little bananas and chocolate syrup remained. In the background, Karen could hear the sound of clicks and swishes as Paul fitted the strap on to Jeannie. Within a couple of minutes, Paul announced that it was on.

Jeannie rose again, announcing, "Good! I can't wait to fuck her." As she rose she pulled Karen to the edge of the table so that her legs were hanging off the edge, and her pussy was wide open teetering on the edge of the table. Jeannie moved back between Karen's legs, stroking her "cock" with her hands. Karen looked down her body to see the big dildo pointing at her womanhood. The lustful looks on her face overrode the slight fear she was feeling at the immensity of the "thing."

Jeannie took her time, brushing the purple head of the cock against Karen's pussy lips, coating it with the copious juices flowing from Karen's pussy. Then Karen felt it pressing against her opening, threatening to invade her very soul. But she wanted it; she wanted to be invaded; to be fucked. More importantly she found herself desperately wanting to be fucked by Jeannie. She couldn't remember ever wanting to be fucked this bad. Jeannie saw the desire on Karen's face and pressed forward, causing the head of her "cock" to spread Karen's lips open. Karen groaned as the bulbous head slipped past her tight opening, threatening to rip her apart. 

Paul watched as Jeannie slowly penetrated his new employee. His cock was rock hard at the sight, still waiting his turn for the evening. He had always found it tremendously exciting whenever he got to watch Jeannie fuck another woman. He could tell from the look on Karen's face that while she was feeling some pain form Jeannie's huge cock, she was also desirous of it. The lady was most definitely in pure lust, with a seemingly insatiable appetite for more. 

Slowly and surely Jeannie slid her "cock" into Karen, savoring the power she was wielding in this situation. She stared into Karen's eyes, making sure that Karen was accepting of her power and her "cock." In the meantime she was enjoying the sensations that the mini vibe on the inside of her harness generated as it massaged her own clit. And she knew that once she had driven the cock all the way into Karen that the pressure would drive that mini vibe into her own pussy, essentially allowing her to fuck herself as she fucked another woman. 

Karen could feel her cunt being stretched and filled as Jeannie penetrated her. Her fingers tightened their grip on the edge of the table as she did her best to lay there and allow Jeannie to take her. Finally, when Karen was convinced she could take no more, Jeannie stopped pushing it in, instead rotating her hips causing the "cock" to move around deep inside Karen's belly. Karen could fight it no longer and started moaning loudly in pleasure.

Hearing this, Jeannie slowly started retreating, pulling her "cock" out, millimeter by millimeter. When all that was left to extract was the head, Jeannie once again reversed direction, pushing back inside. Without patience, this time, she rammed it in deep.

"Oh, SHIT!" Karen screamed, losing control.

"That's it bitch!" Jeannie responded. "Take it!"

Karen's lust had taken over by now. "Yes, mistress! Fuck me! Fuck me, hard!"

Paul watched as Jeannie settled into a rhythm, pounding in and out of Karen. Karen was writhing on the table now, clearly enjoying the fuck. He stroked his cock lightly, keeping it hard while watching this lesbian spectacle taking place on his kitchen table. Jeannie looked over, and saw him playing with his hard cock.

"Don't just play with your cock, Paul," she said, between thrusts. "Fuck me from behind with it. I want it up my ass!" She spread her legs some more, and bent further over the table, lowering her face, so that she could lick Karen's tits, and exposing her backside for Paul.

Paul moved behind Jeannie and slid his cock between her thighs. Using his hand to guide it, he slid his cock up and down between Jeannie's pussy lips and the straps of the harness, collecting her juices on his manhood. At the same time he used the fingers of his other hand to spread Jeannie's ass cheeks, exposing her bung hole. As he lathered up his cock with her juices, he massaged her anal opening, loosening it for his invasion. The attention to her ass only accelerated Jeannie's pumping in and out of Karen.

With his cock wet with girl juices, Paul pushed it against Jeannie's back door, forcing it to open up. Slowly he pressed forward with his cock, feeling the resistance of her sphincter finally yielding to his continuing pressure. Jeannie forced herself to relax even as she pressed hard into Karen. She moaned as the head of his cock finally slipped past her tight opening, stretching the walls of her rear channel. Jeannie stopped her pumping while Paul penetrated her, her "cock" buried deeply inside of Karen. 

Karen was writhing under the onslaught, her nerve endings deluging her mind with pleasure and lust. As hard as she tried, there was no way that she could continue to control her body's reactions. The pressure of the "cock" on her g-spot, combined with the pleasant feeling of Jeannie's pussy pressed up tight against her own took her over the top.

"Oh SHIT! I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Fuck me!" she yelled. "Give it to me! Don't stop!"

Her screams pushed Paul even more. He plunged the rest of his cock deep into Jeannie's ass, feeling the pressure and heat from Jeannie flowing into his sex. He immediately settled into a natural fucking rhythm, driving his cock in and out of Jeannie. The combination of his cock and the small vibrator in her cunt stimulated Jeannie to her climb to the pinnacle of sex. After only a few strokes, her own orgasm was unleashed.

"Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Paul. Hard. Drive it into me!" she ordered. Moments later the waves of orgasm overtook her body, eliminating any sense of control that she thought she had. She screamed in ecstasy, releasing torrents of cunt juice.

Paul was only a couple of strokes behind as the hours of sexual tension combined with the exquisite pleasure of penetrating Jeannie's tight ass triggered his eruption. "Fuck." He muttered, as his cock unleashed shot after shot of cum into Jeannie's ass. As he continued his fucking, the juices flowed out of her ass and dripped down between her thighs, combining with her juices. A few strokes he later, he pulled out, fully spent, collapsing into a nearby chair. Moments later, Jeannie did the same, collapsing into another chair. Karen just collapsed back onto the table, knowing that she had been well-fucked.

When she finally recovered, many minutes later, Jeannie once again took control of the scene. "Karen, clean up and go to your room, now. You are free to do whatever you choose until tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, I will come up to your room and select your outfit for tomorrow, so you must wait in your room for me."

"Yes, mistress." Karen climbed off the table, feeling the combination of human juices and chocolate sauce dripping down her thighs. She went upstairs and into the bathroom where she took a shower. As she washed her body, her fingers lingered over her sensitive tits and cunt, savoring the sexual energy exuding from her body. Ripples of pleasure rolled through her body as her mind replayed the day and evening's events. Her feelings were conflicted. She was still horny, but the events of the day left her physically wasted. Her cunt demanded more attention, while the rest of her body screamed for sleep.




Karen's First Year Ch. 04



She toweled off and headed to her room. With every intent to get one more orgasm before going to sleep, Karen opened the toy box, and selected a vibrator for some solo play. She crawled into bed, and decided to close her eyes for a moment before starting her play. Seconds later she was fast asleep.



Karen's First Year Ch. 06



I know it's been a long time since the last chapter of this story. I hope you enjoy. All rights reserved. Please vote, and I welcome constructive feedback.

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Karen entered the office on Monday with a combined sense of exuberance and confusion. After her delightful debauchery over the weekend with Paul and Jeannie, she had a whole new perspective on the relationships that existed within the office setting. As she walked to her cubicle, her mind undressed everyone on the team as she wondered whether or not they were within the inner circle of Paul and Jeannie. Her pussy was already damp by the time she finished the five minute walk to her cube.

She powered up her laptop, and headed to the coffee room to fetch her morning coffee while the laptop was going through its tediously long power up process. Steve, the new hire the previous year was in the room sweetening his coffee when she entered.

"Boy, don't you look nice this morning," he said. He hadn't ever complimented her before in the three months, she'd been there, so she was taken a bit aback, and blushed ever so slightly. But then again, she had spent an extra fifteen minutes that morning on makeup, and had decided to wear the tight form fitting sweater that so far she hadn't worn into the office, as she had thought that it revealed too much cleavage. And the lacy bra she wore under it did little to keep her nipples from making their presence known through the sweater. She thanked Steve, while at the same time appraising him as a potential boy toy, and wondering how big his cock was. He stood over six feet tall, with a dark tan on a well toned body. While he wasn't a sports jock, he jogged regularly and used free weights at home to maintain his physique. As far as she knew, he was single and unencumbered by a significant other. 

"Thank you," she said, continuing to blush. Having finished making her coffee, she headed back to her cube, unsure of how to handle office conversations now. When she got back into her cube, she dived into her email, hoping to avoid human contact at the office until she could rationalize her professional life with her weekend orgy. It didn't help that she knew that many of her workmates had also been to orgies like she had just experienced. Clearly out of her element, her stress meter had pegged. Her mind worked through the problem as she filtered her 50+ emails into priority folders. She had just about finished getting the situation all square in her mind, when a new email from Paul popped into her in basket. It was encrypted with a title line of 'Open soonest' which was Paul's quirky way of saying asap. The virtual wall that she had just built in her mind between her professional life and her sexual life at the office was shattered when she opened the email:

Dear Karen,

I certainly hope that you enjoyed the weekend with Jeannie and me. We certainly enjoyed having you as our guest. Now that you are a member of our inner circle, we hope you will stay with us, but that is up to you. If you choose to stay at our company and remain within our inner circle, there are a series of expectations and guidelines you should be aware of and abide by. At the bottom of this email is a link to a secure server on our intranet that will give you more details. Only members of the inner circle can access this server. Your individual password will be emailed to you separately. At your earliest convenience, you should use one of our small conference rooms for privacy and spend some time on the server. You will find some guidance there as soon as you access the site, as there are a series of things for you to work through. When you have finished your first tour through the website come see me. I have penciled you in for some chat from 2:30 to 3:30 this afternoon.

See ya' then.

Paul

Karen refreshed her coffee, wishing she had some alcohol, or better yet some weed, stashed in her desk to help her relax. She grabbed her laptop and headed into one of the many conference rooms in the office. Once there she accessed the website and entered her password. The first screen required her to agree to protect all information as proprietary and that she was willingly entering the site. She read the terms carefully and then clicked the 'I agree' button. A glitzy home page appeared with a set of menus and several suggestive but discreet images of human sexuality. One of the buttons was marked 'Karen - enter here'. She clicked it, starting an informative tour of the workings of the inner circle of the firm. The first page was a list of guidelines to maintain decorum in the firm, since only some of the associates were in the inner circle. The second page displayed a list of resources available to members of the inner circle, which included everything from access to free medical services and testing to information on respected and secure x-rated web sites. She learned that several of the 'conference rooms' in the complex that had cipher locks were actually 'relaxation rooms' available to members of the inner circle. Access to these rooms was a perk, and each inner circle member was allotted a certain amount of relaxation time each week. They could use the room alone or with other members of the inner circle wishing to relax. Her allotment was 30 minutes per week to start. Next she was given access to the list of company associates who were also members of the inner circle. She smiled when she saw that Steve's name was on the list. She discovered that about half of the company employees were on the list. Inner circle members ranged in age from the early 20's to some in their 60's. She was surprised to find that Elizabeth, the matronly lady running HR was on the list, and was much less surprised to discover that Melissa, Paul's cute young secretary was also on the list. Karen's 'Alice in Wonderland' feelings returned as she digested the fact that there were two completely different views of her employer; one public, and one very private. And she felt her pussy moisten with excitement.

An hour later she returned to her cube as her mind struggled to grasp the significance of everything she had just learned about the company. Knowing she had a meeting later with Paul, Karen struggled with her daily work chores. Her mind was racing as she considered all of the ramifications of her imminent decision. While it went totally against all of her previously entrenched morals, she knew she was going to stay with the company and enjoy the benefits of the inner circle. She loved the work she was doing, and enjoyed her workmates. How could it be worse, now that sex on the side was an added benefit?

A few minutes before 2:30, Karen strolled up to Melissa's desk. Melissa didn't look to be much older than eighteen or nineteen, and Karen hadn't given her much attention before today. But now that she knew that Melissa was in the inner circle, her curiosity was at work. Melissa greeted her warmly. Melissa had long brown hair to match her large brown eyes and a face that appeared innocent. As Karen dropped her eyes lower though, she noted that Melissa seemed to be wearing her blouse with more than a nominal amount of cleavage showing. Melissa leaned forward a bit to greet Karen, and Karen could see the edges of a very lacy bra covering Melissa's B-cup breasts.

"Like what you see?" Melissa asked.

Karen blushed, and seeing that, Melissa added, "I hope you stay, 'cause if you do, I'll show you a lot more whenever you ask. You really turn me on, you know. And Paul will be ready for you in a few minutes."

Karen stammered a bit before finally getting a question out. "So, how long have you been in the inner circle? 

Melissa laughed, and then added, "I was introduced to it after about three months on the job. And I've been working for Paul for almost two years now. It's a great job, Paul's a great boss, and the fringe benefits are awesome."

Karen had already noted that Melissa wasn't married or at least wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "So, do you have a boy friend outside of the company, or what?" she asked.

"Oh, I had a boy friend when I started working here. But, he was abusive and took me for granted. I ditched him soon after joining the company. Now I date occasionally, but, for the most part I'm quite content with the way things are. And, besides, as you saw in the guidelines, we have explicit guidance on how to deal with spouses or significant others outside of the company. And, given the number of members in the inner circle who are also married, it seems to work out okay. As for me, I've found that I enjoy playing the field a bit. And that includes girls as well, as you could tell."

"That works for me," Karen responded. "I look forward to seeing more of you in the future."

"I'm ready when you are," Melissa responded. At that point, Melissa's buzzer sounded. "Paul's ready for you now."

Not knowing what to expect, Karen entered Paul's office. He welcomed her just like always, and invited her to the couch; again just like always. Fortunately, he started.

"I'm sure you're nervous. Try to relax. I know we've thrown a lot at you in the past 72 hours or so, but I hope that you still want to work for me and be part of the inner circle."

Karen started to speak, but Paul shushed her. "Just a second. If you decide to stay, you will receive an immediate 20% hike in pay, stock options, and an enhanced medical plan. And, of course the privileges associated with being in the inner circle. If you need more time to decide, let me know."

"No, that's all right. I've decided. I'm staying. And, thanks." With that she moved over next to him and gave him a hug.

While he was tempted to kiss her, this was a professional setting; not a relaxation room. And, although he knew he could take her to one right now if he wanted, that would violate the deal he made with Melissa at her last performance review. Melissa had turned out to be a real nympho. She had declined her salary increase in trade for the right of first access to all new members of the inner circle. And, smart girl that she was, she exercised that right with Karen.

"You're welcome. And Thanks!" he said. "Now I think Melissa has some orientation for you. For the second time, welcome to the team, and to the inner circle." He kissed her on the cheek, and scooted her out of the office. Melissa met her at the door.

"Come with me." It wasn't stated as a command or an order, but Karen knew she was supposed to follow.

"Sure," she responded.

Melissa escorted Karen into one of the relaxation rooms. Once they were inside, Melissa secured the door. Karen noted that the room was furnished with two sofas, an entertainment center and a nine drawer chest, along with tubs marked for dirty linen and trash. A locked closet door was on one wall.

Melissa sat down on one of the sofas and indicated for Karen to join her. Once, Karen was seated, Melissa spent the next thirty minutes going over much of the same material that was covered on the inner circle website. Then she explained the special agreement she had with Paul. "So, Paul has given me the responsibility to give the orientation to each new member of the inner circle." Smiling wickedly, she added, "That also gives me the privilege of being the first to welcome new members to the benefits of the inner circle, and obviously, the first to enjoy the pleasures of a new member."

Karen had been listening carefully through the entire discussion, and only had one question at the end, "Why are you doing what you're doing?"

Melissa laughed, but responded, "Do you mean the job with Paul, or the first to sample?"

"Well, actually, both. And if I may ask, how old are you?"

"Well, I'm 23. It would help you to know where I am coming from when I tell you that before Paul hired me I was a dancer at a very high end gentlemen's club in Vegas. That is where I met Paul. He had reserved the entire club for an entire evening, and I was one of the dancers providing the entertainment that evening."

"Wow!" Karen interrupted. "You were an exotic dancer?"

Melissa laughed again, "Oh, yeah! Hey, look, I'd love to chat more with you and allow ourselves to get to know each other better, but I have to get back to my desk. Would you be interested in getting together with me tomorrow evening? I'd suggest tonight, but I'm having dinner with my best friend from college."

"That sounds really fun. Yeah, I'd like to."

"Great. I'll email you with the instructions on how to get to my place."

"It's a date." Karen answered, realizing as she did so that she had just agreed to a same-sex date. She could try to describe it as a girl's night out, but she it was intended to be a lot more than that. Remembering the pleasure she had received from Paul's cock, though, at least she knew she wasn't turning into a full fledged lesbian.

Karen managed to get some work done before the day ended. She also scheduled the mandatory physical exam for all new members of the inner circle with one of the doctors that the company had on retainer. Two different doctors were available, one male and one female. She eventually chose the female doctor, but it was only after some deliberation. She would have picked the female automatically, but had to stop and think about what might happen, as one of her fantasies snuck in. She had had the hots for her last doctor, a real hunk right out of residency. That evening she made herself some dinner and watched a chick flick on pay-TV. She was horny and wanted to go online with some good porn and get off, but decided to let the pressure build for the next evening. After all, Melissa was going to be with her friend all evening, so she would be going without as well. That should make the next night very interesting.

What Karen didn't know was that, after they had enjoyed dinner together, Melissa was telling her friend all about Karen. Melissa's friend, Julie had been an exotic dancer to work her way through college. And that Melissa and Julie had become best friends and lovers. And they were reigniting their affair that evening.

Karen went in to work on time on Tuesday. She had been horny all of the previous evening and her pussy moistened on the drive to work. Her sexual arousal continued all day, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. As promised, she had received an email with directions to Melissa's condo suggesting that she arrive there about 7PM for dinner. After work, Karen headed home and took a shower, but it did little to calm her sexual nerves. She looked in the mirror as she dried off and smiled at the attractive body that she saw there. She thought to herself, "I am a pretty sexy babe, after all." She successfully dried the water from her body, but the moistness between her thighs remained. She shivered every time the coarseness of the towel brushed against her sensitive womanhood. Next came the challenge of what to wear.

She didn't really have a wardrobe suitable for a hot date with another woman; at least not one that had been purchased for that reason. She finally settled on a pair of thongs and a lacy bra for her undergarments. She finessed her legs into her tightest jeans, and put on a black sweater that she hadn't worn in forever, because it was definitely one size too small, having been bought before she had fully developed on top. A final look in the mirror, and she concluded that it was pretty hot after all. Her tits, hard from her arousal poked their way through both the bra and the sweater, and her jeans appeared to be painted on. She left her apartment at 6:15PM, giving herself time to stop and buy a bottle of wine.

Karen arrived at Melissa's condo complex a couple of minutes after 7 and parked in a visitor stall. Melissa's condo was on the second floor of a three story building, so Karen walked up the stairs. She smiled when a young man going down the stairs nearly fell down the steps as he turned to stare at her hot body. Finding Melissa's pad, she rang the doorbell. Within seconds, Melissa answered the door. 

"Come on in," Melissa said, promptly turning around to return to the inner sanctum of the condo. Karen followed Melissa into the condo, admiring her backside. Melissa was wearing a tight white pair of short shorts, exposing the lower crease of her buttocks to anyone who cared to look. She had on a short crop top, and from the looks of it from behind, Karen deduced that she was braless. Melissa led Karen into the living room and turned around. Sure enough, Melissa's breasts were unencumbered and the tight thin material of her top barely concealed her breasts. Melissa smiled as she caught Karen staring.

"Stare all you want," Melissa said. "But I'm warning you, you had better do more than stare at them tonight!"

"Sounds good to me," Karen responded, still blushing a bit at being caught. Oh, and I brought some wine," she added, handing the bottle of Merlot to Melissa.

"Great. I'll open it and let it breathe a bit. It should go well with our Italian dinner. I'm not much of a cook, so I cheated and ordered a meal from the Trattorio next door. They make a tremendous spaghetti, and I got us a large salad. It should be here at any moment."

"Sounds wonderful."

They had barely sat down when the doorbell rang. "That's dinner," Melissa announced.

Melissa collected the dinner delivery, and proceeded to serve it up on her small dining table, finishing the prep up by pouring the wine. As they ate dinner, Melissa peppered Karen with questions about her youth, college, hobbies, and other small talk items. Karen was barely able to get her own questions in for Melissa. The food was delicious, and thirty minutes later they were cleaning up the mess, stuffing the few dishes into the dishwasher and the takeout boxes into the trash.

"I'll pour some more wine and we can settle down into the living room." Melissa was clearly in control of the evening, as she said it with just enough authority that Karen automatically complied.

The living room was furnished comfortable with a couch, cocktail table, a couple of recliners and a flat screen TV a couple of sizes too big for the room. Melissa motioned for Karen to sit on the couch, while she plopped down on one of the recliners. The two were positioned so that they could either watch TV, or focus on each other. Karen noticed that Melissa was completely casual as she sat down allowing her legs to spread, giving Karen a delightful view of her firm inner thighs. The shorts barely covered Melissa pubes, and the outlines of her labia were clearly visible as the shorts slid into her slit.

The room was comfortably warm, but Melissa turned the heat up considerably with her next question. "So, what did you think of Jeannie? Did you enjoy your weekend at the beach house?"

Karen felt her blush return, wondering if she would ever find this casual banter about sex to be normal. "Hmm, she is quite some lady," was about all that Karen could utter.

"You can say that again. She has one hot body, and an imagination to match. And she is so brainy, just like Paul. So, had you ever had sex with a woman before the weekend?" 

"Ummm. No." She didn't think it counted that she had masturbated thinking about her college roommate or over the girls on Jeannie's website. She was quick enough to get a question in though. "Was Jeannie your first time with a woman?"

Melissa laughed. "Oh, gawd! No." I'd been fucking around with girls for a couple of years before I met Paul and Jeannie. Ever since college."

"Are you a lesbian?" Karen asked, surprised that she had actually asked such a brazen question.

Melissa laughed again. "Fuck! No way! I love a hard cock as much as any other woman I know. Girls are fun; just in a different way than men. Don't you agree?"

Trying to settle into the intimate conversation, Karen contemplated for a couple of seconds before answering. "Well, to be honest, I really haven't had enough time to think about it. Everything has happened so quickly."




Karen's First Year Ch. 06



"Yeah, it can be that way for the newbies. You'll get comfortable with it soon enough. And if there is anything I can do to help, let me know. Making the newbies comfortable is part of my job description. And it can be so much fun."

Melissa's eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her last comment, and Karen couldn't help but notice that Melissa's nipples were hard and protruding obviously through the fabric of her crop top.

"So, tell me how you ended up with your job?" Karen asked.

Melissa took the next several minutes to explain her career as an erotic dancer and how she had clicked with Paul when Paul had rented the entire club. Karen felt her pussy moisten as Melissa casually described her sexual encounter with Paul as the club. 

Melissa continued, "I had already done a couple of private dances for members of Paul's party, when he asked me to take him to one of the privacy booths. I had already noticed him and knew he was the big boss. And he was hot to look at as well. Anyway, we got to the privacy room, and I started my dance routine when the music started. About halfway through the first song, he pulled out a wad of hundreds, and asked me to get off for him. As handsome as he was, he didn't need to offer me any money. I was already hot from my previous private dances, having jacked off one of the guys, and diddled one of the ladies to orgasm with my fingers inside her panties. But the money was nice! So, as the music continued to play, I did my sexiest striptease, taking my time so that he could enjoy his money's worth. You have to understand, my outfit was already pretty skimpy, consisting of a sexy barely there bra over pasties, thong see through panties, a garter belt and hose.

"During the second song, my bra came off, letting my breast free. My nipples were already hard, and it wasn't long before I pulled off the pasties showing him my hard nipples. At about that point he dropped his hand to his crotch and started massaging the bulge in his pants while he stared at my boobs. My nipples are really sensitive, and I think they're hardwired to my pussy, so when I started pinching my nipples for him, I could feel the juices in my cunt starting to flow. Usually, as erotic dancers, we try to avoid getting too aroused. After all, we're there for the customer's pleasure, not our own. Anyway his eyes would either stare at my tits or dive into my eyes. And, gawd, when he made eye contact, I about melted. 

"As the third song started, I began to tease him with the removal of my thong. But he stopped me. He told me not yet as he wanted to watch me play with my nipples some more. And since he was paying, I obliged, realizing at that moment that this man was going to have me cumming like crazy long before he got off. I was that hot and horny. So, I continued to squeeze my nipples, trying to ignore the effect it was having on my cunt. But it didn't work, and before I knew it I was moaning in excitement. It was at that point, he stood up and dropped his pants, letting his huge hard cock out before plopping back down on the couch. By then I was really squeezing my nipples, sending shock waves through my body. As I did so, he started stroking his cock as he continued to watch me. I pulled out the bottle of lube that we had stashed in each room and handed it to him. He accepted it and using a gob he casually lubed up his throbbing member. And that was when he told me to show him my cunt."

Karen was mesmerized by the story, and could feel her pulse quickening in excitement. It didn't help that Melissa was idling teasing her own nipples through the thin fabric of the top.

Melissa continued, "So I slowly and seductively pulled my thong down, revealing my shaved pubes. My pussy lips were already swollen in excitement, and my juices were oozing from my cunt. As soon as my thong was off my feet, I slowly slid my hands up the insides of my thighs while spreading my legs wide. I then turned around so that he was looking at my ass, and bent way over giving him a full and up close view of my ass and wide open pussy. As he watched I slid my fingers up and down my slit, pulling the lips apart so that he could see my womanhood in all of its glory. That was when he commanded me to fuck my pussy with my fingers. I really love to masturbate, so I didn't think twice. I quickly jammed two fingers into my cunt and started frigging myself while my thumb diddled my clitoris. I could hear him stroking his cock behind me, so I looked between my legs to watch him. It wasn't like I hadn't watched a guy masturbate. In that line of business it happened a lot. But Paul was one of the sexiest men I have ever watched masturbate, and before I knew it I was screaming in an intense orgasm drenching my fingers in cum. What didn't stick to my fingers was running down my legs. Then he told me to lie down on the floor, which I did. The next thing I knew he had straddled my chest and was masturbating over my face."

"This was way beyond the normal rules, but I didn't care. I wanted whatever he was going to dish out. I continued to diddle my clit as he stroked his cock over my face. And within a few strokes after that, he unloaded with gobs of cum all over my face, in my hair, and on my breasts. My second orgasm washed over me seconds later."

"Wow!" was about all that Karen could get out.

Melissa wasn't done though. "After I cleaned up a bit and returned to the party, Paul caught up with me and offered me a job on the spot, telling me to come by his office the following Monday to determine my duties. I was making good money at the club, and declined. Then he offered me a salary that pretty much doubled my income. How could I say no?"

By the time Melissa finished her story, Karen's pussy was sopping wet. And her tight jeans only teased her more as she tried to find a comfortable position to sit in. Melissa had stopped playing with her own nipples, and noticed that their wine glasses were empty.

Playing hostess, Melissa asked, "Would you like some more wine or should I get out the bong and some smoke?

"Oooh, that sounds good," Karen asked, hoping it would mellow her out just a bit.

Melissa disappeared into the bedroom, returning shortly with a water pipe. She filled the bowl and they shared the bowlful.

After the grass started to hit, Karen's courage picked up and she commented, "That was really hot. You must be one sexy dancer."

"Would you like to watch me dance?"

Knowing where this was going, Karen responded, "Yeah, that would be cool."

Melissa popped back up and started the stereo. Karen wasn't completely surprised to find that Melissa already had some stripper music in the CD player. The music started and Melissa started to dance.

As Melissa danced she looked Karen in the eye and said, "But, I'd like you to do something for me."

"What's that?"

"I'd really like for you to take your clothes off as well."

Karen nodded in total agreement, eager to get out of her tight jeans.

Melissa started to undulate to the music, and Karen quickly realized just how hot this girl could dance. She watched as Melissa pulled her top off exposing her boobs to her completely. As she watched Melissa play with her nipples, she pulled her sweater off and quickly undid her bra. Her nipples were hard and extended, and Karen matched Melissa by squeezing her nipples, causing them to swell even more. Karen continued to play with her own nipples as Melissa continued her strip tease. Melissa pulled her shorts down revealing her completely shaven pubes. Karen unzipped her jeans, and struggled to pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles and off of her feet.

Their eyes met, and the lust flowed between them like lightning strikes. Karen saw Melissa's eyes drop to her crotch, and she opened her legs to allow Melissa a full view of her sopping wet pussy.

"Oooh! You're wet," Melissa observed. "Nice and wet!"

Melissa continued her dance. As she swayed to the music, her fingers teased her tits and clit, driving her arousal to a crescendo. As Karen watched, Melissa got into the music and let her arousal go with the music. Soon, she was slipping her fingers between her pussy lips, spreading her labia and caressing her clit. Her copious juices coated her fingers. As Karen watched, Melissa plunged her fingers deep into her twat and extracted a large amount of her pussy juices. Slowly, with Karen's eyes following her every move, she brought her fingers to her mouth, and licked her juices off her own fingers.

Karen had been matching every move Melissa made, except for the dancing, pushed her fingers into her twat and found her pussy to be wet and creamy. She pulled her fingers from her twat, extracting her own juices. As Melissa watched, Karen licked her fingers clean, taking her time, showing that she could tease as much as Melissa. 

"Mmmm, that looks really good," Melissa moaned.

"Would you like to taste me?" Karen asked. "You can if you want to."

As much as Melissa desired to keep her dance going, her lust was out of control for this delightful young vixen that had just joined the inner circle. She took advantage of the invitation, dropping to her knees between Karen's spread thighs and lowering her face to her new friend's crotch. As her face got closer to Karen's cunt, she could smell the pungent aroma of sex. Without any pretense, she plunged her tongue between Karen's pussy lips. The sudden move rocked Karen's world, as an orgasm hit her instantly.

"Oh! Fuck!" she screamed. "Yes! OHhhhhhh! Yes!"

Melissa continued to drive Karen wild with her tongue by slithering it back and forth between her clit and her cunt, even moving beyond that to tongue that tender area between the cunt and the asshole. Karen was thrashing on the couch in an ongoing storm of orgasms. After several minutes of rolling orgasms, Karen finally had to push Melissa away from her cunt. 

"Fuck! Jesus! Stop for a minute!" she screamed.

Melissa fell back onto her thighs, allowing Karen to come down from her orgasmic high.

"Oh my god. You're good!" Karen said after finally catching her breath. "I hope you know I'm going to want you to do more of that. Would you like me to do you now?"

"Only if you want to?" Melissa answered, falling into her naturally submissive role.

"What? You don't want me?" Karen asked insulted by the apparent lack of interest.

Realizing her words had been misinterpreted, Melissa quickly responded, "Oh, god NO! You're very desirable. You need to know that I am very submissive. I will do whatever you want me to."

"Anything?"

"Oh, yes. Anything."

Karen pondered the meaning of Melissa's words. If she understood it correctly, Melissa was essentially volunteering to be her bottom anytime she wanted it. She realized she had been the bottom over the weekend, and was now presented with the opportunity to be the top.

"You mean that you'll do whatever I say or ask?"

"When it comes to sex, yes," Melissa responded.

Still wrapping her mind around the offer Melissa had extended, she tested the limits, "But what if I tell you to do something you don't enjoy?"

"Don't worry about my enjoyment. I enjoy seeing and feeling my partner get off; the wilder the better. But, if it makes you feel better, my safe word is 'Tulip.' If I ever say 'Tulip' while we're engaged in sex, you must stop. But don't worry. No one has made me use the safe word yet."

"Really? No one? Not even Jeannie?" Karen asked incredulously, not completely willing to believe what she had heard.

"No, not even Jeannie. Although, she has tried a couple of times. And so has Paul."

Karen stared at Melissa, observing how hard Melissa's nipples were, and how shallow her breathing had become. Melissa truly was turned on, wanting to be bottom to her. And Melissa was staring right back at her, Melissa's eyes focused on her twat. Karen dropped her hand to her pussy and pushed a couple of fingers in, feeling how wet she was. She moaned in excitement, wanting to be fucked.

"Do you have a toy drawer or closet?" Karen asked.

"I thought you'd never ask. Follow me." Melissa led Karen into her bedroom and opened the closet door. Except it wasn't a closet. It was a playroom, appropriately set up with all kinds of bondage gear as well as shelves of toys of all kinds. Dildos, vibrators, penis sleeves, lifelike pussies, sex dolls, both male and female, and a rack of DVDs were on display, just like in an adult toy store. One wall had racks of sexy clothing, again both male and female. 

Karen moved over to the toy shelves. Her mind played multiple fantasies as she looked at each toy. She felt powerful, knowing that Melissa would do whatever she asked. She could feel her adrenaline pumping, grasping completely the pleasure one could derive from sexual domination in a safe environment. Her eyes fell upon the wireless vibrating egg. She picked it up and handed it to Melissa, keeping the control.

"Put this in your pussy."

Smiling, Melissa took the egg from Karen. She then lifted one leg off the floor, putting her foot on a padded low bench. Spreading her legs as much as she could, completely exposing her pussy to Karen, she casually spread her pussy lips with the fingers of her left hand. She could see that Karen was definitely enjoying the show, as her eyes were riveted on what she was doing to herself. She lowered her hand with the egg to her crotch, and rubbed it against her clit.

Karen twisted the dial a bit, turning on the egg. Melissa moaned loudly as the vibes hit her clit. Melissa's body twitched as the egg sent its vibrating energy straight to the center of her sexuality. Karen watched as Melissa's arousal built rapidly. Karen turned the vibrations off, before it sent Melissa over the top.

When the vibes stopped, Melissa pushed the egg deep into her pussy, hoping that Karen would turn it up again soon.

"Do you have a good lesbian dom-sub video in your collection?"

"But, of course. A couple."

"Pick one, put it on and then sit on the floor here between my legs." Karen spread her legs wide, giving Melissa a complete view of her sopping wet pussy.

Melissa put a DVD in the player and powered up the entertainment system. She then knelt on the floor between Melissa legs.

"Now, you are to stay there between my legs, while the movie plays. And you are not to do anything until I tell you to. You are not to touch me or yourself until I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Of course, mistress," Melissa responded, her eyes now focused on the floor, as Karen had clearly taken control. She tightened her vaginal muscles trying to force the egg against her g-spot.

The DVD that Melissa had selected had absolutely no plot, and almost immediately moved into a hot dom-sub scene. It was only a couple of minutes before they were watching a bound girl laying on the floor eating the pussy of a woman straddling her face. The top had on a large strap-on, which she was stroking as she was being eaten.

Karen, already hot and getting hotter, dropped her hand to her own pussy and started massaging her clit, sending mini-orgasms through her body. She delighted in this heightened state of arousal, and teased her clit, just enough to keep it and her on the edge. She watched the movie continue as she massaged her clit, and occasionally slipped a finger inside her twat. As she continued played with herself, she dropped her eyes to see what Melissa was doing. Melissa was staring straight into her pussy watching her every move. Karen turned the egg back on, and saw Melissa jerk.

Melissa did her best to sit still, even though the vibrations of the egg were driving her crazy. For a newbie, Karen really knew how to tease. She clenched her muscles tight around the egg, trying to stop it. She continued to stare into Karen's beautiful, sexy, wet pussy. She clenched her teeth to avoid crying out in ecstasy.

"Watch the movie, bitch. Not my pussy."

Melissa turned and looked at the video, just as the top started fucking the bound girl. Her arousal continued to climb, and she clenched her fists fighting the urge to play with herself. Then Karen turned the egg up another notch, pushing Melissa into a mind shattering orgasm.

"Oh, fuck!" Melissa screamed. "I'm cummmmming."

Karen turned the egg control up one more notch, eliciting a crescendo of screams from Melissa. She then quickly returned the control to the off position. Melissa nearly collapsed in front of her from the sudden change. Karen wasn't about to let Melissa relax, though. 

"Lie down on the floor," she commanded.

Melissa did as she was bid, and Karen stood up from the couch and moved over to straddle Melissa's body. The movie continued to play, and as the top was still fucking the bottom, Karen slowly lowered her pussy to Melissa's face. Her pussy juices had been flowing so freely, that juices dripped off of her labia, dropping onto Melissa's face. The aroma only teased Melissa more, as she lay there waiting to eat her new lover's twat. As she waited, she realized that Karen had already taken on the role of top, and was doing an admirable job of it for a rookie. Melissa breathed deeply as the pungent aroma of Karen's hot pussy was only fractions of an inch from her face. Moments later, Melissa was thrusting her tongue into Karen's pussy, tasting the sweet juices of sex dripping out of Karen's cunt.

Melissa snaked her tongue up and down Karen's slit. Karen was moaning in sexual delight. Melissa then sucked Karen's clit into her mouth and started nibbling on the hard nubbin. Karen's arousal continued to climb as she enjoyed the ministrations of her new cum slut. As she enjoyed the oral attention, once again, she turned up the egg in her new friend's cunt. Karen was rewarded with an even more aggressive tonguing by Melissa. Karen moved her hands to her own tits and started twirling them between her fingers, causing them to harden even more.

"Oh, yeah, Melissa," Karen moaned. "Fuck me with your tongue. Gawd, yes! Right there!"

With the vibrations emanating from her own cunt caused by the egg, Melissa only worked harder at pleasuring her new top, feeling her own juices oozing from her cunt. She wanted her own orgasm, but she persevered as she always had, enjoying the pain and pleasure of being controlled and dominated. As a result, she only wanted to pleasure Karen more. Which she did, as Karen ground her pussy onto her face. 

She drove her tongue deep into Karen's twat, delighting in the juices that she extracted from Karen's love tunnel. As her tongue invaded Karen's sex, Karen squeezed her own nipples, feeling another wild orgasm building in her loins. Karen gyrated her body back and forth on Melissa's tongue, using her as if she was an inanimate object purely for her own pleasure. But it was much better than a inanimate object as Melissa did her best to use her tongue to caress Karen's clit and fuck her pussy.

Moments later, another gut wrenching orgasm gripped Karen. She screamed from the pleasure. "Oh! Fuck! I'm fucking cumming! Oh, gawd! Don't fucking stop."

Melissa was fucking her hard now with her tongue tasting the salty juices now flowing from Karen's' cunt. She continued to plunge her tongue into Karen, as the new girl rolled back and forth on her face. After another couple of minutes of riding Melissa's face in a continuous orgasm, Karen gave in and flopped down on top of Melissa, completely spent.

After catching her breath, Karen rolled off of Melissa. "God fucking damn! You really know how to use your tongue. That was fucking fantastic!"

Melissa casually twisted her nipples as she stared at the luscious young thing that she had just fucked with her tongue. "Thanks. I love doing that. And the great thing is that I'm available to you anytime you want. Absolutely anytime. All you have to do is tell me what you want. And, remember, I'll do anything."




Karen's First Year Ch. 06



Karen watched as Melissa continued to play with her own nipples, amazed at the fact that this girl wasn't stopping. And it was so erotic. Both of them were sweating from the sexual workout, and Melissa's face was wet with Karen's juices. The scene was right out of a porno flick, but here it was live, and this girl was real. Occasionally, she had fantasized about having a boy toy. And, oh my god, she thought, she had now been blessed with a real girl toy. Having just discovered she enjoyed being bisexual, she now had a girl slave at her disposal. Amazingly, she felt herself getting excited once again, despite the large number of orgasms she had already had that night. She wanted more.

Karen looked Melissa in the eye and said, "I want you to fuck me. Now!"

A wry smile crossed Melissa's face as Karen finished her command. "I am here to satisfy your every desire." Melissa got up off the bed and went over to the bureau. There she selected a mid size dildo about 8 inches long and pulled a harness out of the drawer. As Karen watched, Melissa attached the dildo to the harness. Melissa took her time strapping on the harness, making sure that Karen had a full view of her sopping wet pussy as she spread her legs to position the crotch straps. Melissa made extra sure that the straps were positioned inside or her labia so that she could enjoy the rubbing sensations of the material as she fucked Karen.

Finishing the final adjustments of the harness, Melissa started moving back towards the bed. Karen's smile widened as she observed the total wantonness of the vision of this sexy young girl wearing a cock. Karen spread her legs wide open. Her already sopping wet pussy opened wide as well, letting Melissa know that she was completely ready to be fucked. Melissa wasted no time, climbing onto the bed and moving up between Karen's outstretched legs, casually stroking her cock all the time, as if to get it hard.

Wasting no time, Melissa rubbed the head of her cock between Karen's pussy lips, using Karen's copious juices to lube up the cock. Karen was already moaning as Melissa pressed the bulbous head of her cock against Karen's sex. Karen's hand found the control for egg still buried deep inside Melissa's cunt. She manage to turn it back on despite the intense sensations emanating from her clitoris and cunt. 

The sudden surge of vibrations inside of her pussy caused Melissa to fall back on her haunches, pulling the cock away from Karen's hungry pussy. Melissa shuddered and moaned as another orgasm wracked her inner self, causing her to forget completely about fucking Karen.

"Fuck me bitch!" Karen screamed. "Quit fooling around."

Melissa did as she was told, ramming the cock deep into Karen, driving it into the hilt with one hard thrust. The sensations from the egg precluded Melissa from being able to control the thrusting, as her brain yielded total control to the demands of her pussy and Karen.

:Oh, god! Yes. Fuck me! Hard!" Karen screamed. The orgasm hit her like an explosion as Melissa pumped in and out of her pussy. Once again, orgasms were consuming the two of them, drenching their bodies with sweat and their crotches and inner thighs with pussy juice. Melissa continued to pound away, breathing hard as her body screamed for oxygen.

After what had to be a string of at least five or six orgasms, Karen realized that Melissa's cock wouldn't be cumming, and that she would fuck her continuously until she was stopped or passed out. Still clenching the egg control, she managed to shut the egg off, relieving Melissa of the intense stimulation it had induced.

After they both recovered, Melissa fetched a warm wash cloth and proceeded to clean them up. They both donned robes and settled back on the couch to chat and recover. Melissa refreshed their wine.

"So, can I ask you a question?" Karen ventured when Melissa had sat back down. This caused Melissa to laugh.

"God, honey. Don't ever ask my permission for anything. I love being told what to do. And, if I misbehave, I expect to be punished. So, can ask me anything. You can even demand that I tell you something. If I am not compliant, punish me; hopefully sexually. So, ask away."

"Ok. When did you become a bottom? And how did it happen?"

"Oooh! That's a good question. And I'd love to tell you. But the good answer is a long and naughty story. Very naughty. So, how 'bout I tell you the story some other time."

"That'll work. So, tell me who the hottest male is in the inner circle. Who should I hook up with sooner rather than later?"

"Ooooh. Another good question. I'm not going to share any details, since we all need to respect each other's privacy, but I can tell you that Anthony and David should be high on your list. And I can tell you that both of them have noticed you."

Karen had met both Anthony and David, although she hadn't had much to do with either of them. Anthony was in his thirties, shortish at 5'8", and was one of the IT geeks in the firm. David was only a year or two older than Karen and was in the finance group as an analyst. He was in great shape, standing about 6' even and weighing in at around 190 pounds of hunky male meat. "What do you mean, noticed me?" she asked.

"I'm not going to get into any details, but let's just say that both of them have observed your delightful girlish figure with definite interest."

"Hmmm," Karen responded, still getting used to the idea that workmates could view each other as sex objects. It was so alien to her social mores, although she found the idea quite exciting. It didn't take long before Karen was undressing David in her mind. She found herself getting hot again as she thought about sucking his dick.

Karen peppered Melissa with several more questions about the inner circle only to learn that the sharing of the intimate information wasn't going to happen. They chatted for several minutes as they recovered from their sexual liaison. They both agreed to another date the following Monday before Karen headed home for the night. Karen fell asleep that night thinking of David's hard cock between her lips. Both pair.



Karen's First Year Ch. 07



It is strongly recommended that the reader enjoy this series in order, as an understanding of the past chapters will substantially enhance the enjoyment of this one. This is purely a work of fiction, and is copyrighted by the author. All rights reserved. Please enjoy, and don't forget to vote.

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Karen's eyes had already opened by the time her alarm went off the next morning. She had had a fitful night, awakening several times from hot sexual dreams populated by many naked men and women doing all kinds of things to each other. As she went to brush her away from her eyes, she smelled sex on her hands. Bringing her fingers close to her nose, she realized that she must have masturbated in her sleep to one or more of her dreams, since her hand was coated with her juices.

Forty five minutes later Karen was on her way to work. Her mind was set on one thing. She was going to fuck David today, or else be fucked by him. Either would work. She made it to her cube on time and booted up her laptop while fetching a cup of coffee. Karen answered her email, checked the morning news clips, and then reopened the web page for the inner circle. She knew what she wanted and found it quickly. "How to schedule time with a member of the inner circle?" Turned out, she realized, it didn't matter how you approached the other person, it was okay to ask, and okay to decline. The only rule was that invitations were to be done discreetly, and not in hearing of anyone not in the inner circle. There was even an anonymous mailbox that one could send invites through if one wanted some mystery in their connection. Karen decided that that sounded like fun.

She was still writing the email sixty minutes later, having written at least twenty different emails and deleted every one. They weren't mysterious enough or else they assumed a role. Finally she got wording she liked.

David.

Mystery woman wants your cock. Her pussy is already wet. Room 52 at 1PM. No lights. You are to enter, and place any toys you are willing to have used on you on the table. You are then to get undressed, put on a blindfold, lay down and wait for my arrival. You will then follow my lead, and cannot remove your blindfold until after I have left the room.

She loved it. It was a whole lot wilder sex than she had ever imagined prior to her weekend, but her pussy had already moistened with the fantasy. After several more minutes of fidgeting, she finally hit the Send button. After about a minute, she gasped loudly, as she had been holding her breath since she had hit the button.

"Are you okay?" came a query from Suzy, the forty something woman in the next cube.

Catching her breath, Karen responded, "Yes, I'm fine."

"Okay, then. Just be a little more discreet."

Karen blushed, realizing that Suzy had apparently deduced what was going on. Instantly, images of Suzy flashed through her brain. Suzy was African-American, and would be described as very curvy. She was quick to laugh and always sported a smile. In the few weeks since Karen had been there, she had never seen Suzy in anything but nicely tailored dresses that showed off her nice sized breasts and her bubble butt without violating any reasonable professional dress code expectations. All of a sudden, Karen found herself imagining Suzy nude, and was wondering what a black woman's pussy looked like.

The morning dragged slowly for Karen, as she waited for an answer back. Since the project had been completed the previous week, her task list had been relatively empty. She had already completed all of the company's online training, and filled out all of the HR stuff, so she didn't even have administrivia to work on. She had been around long enough to know that with the project orientation of their work, there would be times when there was not enough time in the day to get the work done, and other times, when she would be fiddling her fingers. This week was obviously in the latter category. All she could think about was sex. Sex with Paul. Sex with Jeannie. Sex with Melissa. Sex with David. And now, sex with Suzi, whom she had confirmed was, in fact, part of the inner circle. As her mind coveted David's cock and Suzy' cunt, she slid her hand under her skirt and between her thighs. The thin material of her panties did little to insulate her clit from the electric contact of her fingers, as her body reacted to the slightest contact. It was an excruciating twenty minutes before David's response showed up in her email. It was a very simple, "Yes, ma'am." She smiled, having expected to see a response of "k", she realized that David easily slid into the role of boy toy. Things just kept getting better and better.

Finally, lunch time came. Karen ate her usual healthy lunch of yoghurt and fruit, all the while trying to calm her nerves for what was about to happen. She had been fixated all morning on sucking David's cock. She couldn't explain it. Before the previous weekend, she hadn't been that much into cock sucking. Now, all of a sudden she was fixated on it. And excited at the prospect. She had traveled to work that morning with the intent to fuck David. Somehow, that desire had morphed to wanting to use it as a lollipop.

David was distracted all morning after receiving the anonymous email. He had been in the inner circle for several months; long enough to get to know most of the members of the circle intimately; or at least most of the female members. And his ego had been flattered considerably as he discovered he was sought after regularly by many of the women in the office. David loved to eat pussy. The taste of cunt juice was one of his favorite things, and he considered oral sex to be more enjoyable than fucking. And he had learned that one of the rewards for giving good oral sex was often an awesome blowjob. But, in the several months of membership, not once had he had an anonymous invite for sex. His type A personality wanted to know everything in advance. Who was it? What did they expect? He liked being in control of the sex, and most all of the women knew that, and let it happen that way. He wanted to ask Melissa if she knew who it was; after all she pretty much knew everything about everybody when it came to the inner circle. But, he also knew that getting this type of information out of her was impossible, even if he demanded it and punished her for not telling him.

The combination of his Type A personality and his analytical profession pushed him to access the inner circle website. He carefully reviewed each female member of the inner circle, convinced he could deduce who his mystery lover was. After reviewing in his mind every single one of the women with whom he had engaged in sex, he ended up with five possible candidates. Two of those were out of town on business. So, Trisha, Suzy, and Renee' were three possibilities. And then there were the three women in the circle that he had not engaged in sex with up till then. There was Sonja, the Norwegian lady in Marketing. But she was in her early sixties, and was known to prefer young girls and older gentlemen, usually at the same time. That left Paula and Karen. Paula had been in the circle for about two months. He had tried once to connect up with her right after she joined the circle, but she had timidly declined the invitation. If she had become more aggressive and was behind this, he couldn't complain. His cock twitched as he thought about her body. Paula stood about 5'7" with gorgeous legs, and a pair of boobs that any porn queen would covet. She had the fresh girl next door look, and David had a strong desire to drive her crazy with his pussy licking skills. Finally, there was Karen. He doubted that it was her, simply because she had only shown up as a member of the inner circle the previous day. She was a real hottie in the looks department and he looked forward to having some fun with her, but he figured she was still trying to grasp the entire concept. Despite contemplating the options for several minutes, he had not been able to deduce who the mystery woman was.

About ten minutes before they were supposed to meet, David re-read the email, and headed to the restroom and then on to room 52. When he entered the room precisely at 1PM, it was empty as he expected. Nonetheless, he followed the instructions in the email to the letter. He opened the toy chest and contemplated what toys to lay out for his mystery woman. If the roles were reversed, he knew exactly what he would be bringing out for play; some bondage gear, a cock ring with a clitoral stimulator, and a small vibrator to stick up the lady's ass as he fucked her. He contemplated his choice as he was undressing and making himself comfortable. He did so love the feel of the vibrations coming through the thin wall separating the woman's pussy from her ass. His cock was already semi-hard at the thought of meeting this unknown female. Finally, he took out exactly those things, wondering if the woman would stick the vibrator up his ass. He made sure to lay out a tube of lube as well. He had done it to himself a few times when masturbating, but hadn't yet had a woman do such a thing to him.

He finished undressing, put his blindfold on, and sat down in the lounging chair. Moments later he heard the door open. The door clicked closed, and heard a rustling noise which he could not identify.

Karen quickly shed her dress as soon as the door closed behind her. As soon as her dress had been cast aside, she stared at the nude man lounging in the chair in front of her. Her already wet pussy moistened even further as the sight of his near rigid cock seared itself on her brain. 'This is so crazy,' she thought to herself as the reality of her new role of Mistress started becoming a reality. Her nipples hardened at the thought. Karen realized that she had become fully engrossed in this new lifestyle that Paul had just opened up for her. She smiled wickedly, wondering what her family would say of their supposedly fresh and naive young lady. Now, she was turning into a slut, and she loved it.

Taking her eyes off of the buff man in the chair, she then looked over the items he had laid out on the table. The bondage gear and the cock ring didn't surprise her too much, but the small vibrator made her wonder. At first she thought he expected her to use it on herself, but realized that didn't make much sense, given the wide variety of dildos and vibrators that were bigger. And with the tube of lube on the table, she concluded that he must mean that it is okay for her to use it on him. She would have normally considered such an act as being depraved beyond her wildest imagination, but her whole world had changed in the past week. She looked through the variety of bondage gear and quickly realized that she needed some education on bondage as there were several items that she had no clue how to use. After consulting the instructional material conveniently provided in the toy drawer, she finally figured out that there were wrist and ankle cuffs, with straps for binding a person to hooks on the bed and lounging chair. A spreader bar was also in the pile, which she finally figured out was for keeping a person legs spread wide. 

Karen picked up the wrist cuffs and moved over to the chair, and after a minute of study determined how to bind David's wrists to the sides of the chair. As she attached the cuffs, David contemplated which of the women would go for a bondage scene, but quickly realized it didn't help him reduce the candidate list, as he could easily imagine all of the women using the toys. Karen then took the spreader bar and ankle cuffs, and attached them to David's ankles to keep his legs spread wide. 

Karen then took the time to admire David's body even more. He was now only a sex object; her sex object. She realized that she was feeling a tremendous desire to lick and suck his cock. As she contemplated his hard cock, her mind, obviously driven by the many pornos she had watched recently, was wondering what his cock would like as it exploded in an orgasm. It was a full 9" long and stood up from his lower abdomen, indicating how turned on he must be. She found her arousal rising significantly with the idea of sucking and stroking him to his release. Her pussy moistened further as she fully grasped the total freedom and control that she was experiencing. She slid her hand between her legs, easily dipping them between the folds of her pussy. The lightning bolts exploding throughout her body as her fingers caressed her clit caused her to desire having that cock buried deep in her cunt. Other than binding him, she hadn't even touched him yet, and her pussy was screaming to be fucked with his beautiful cock. Her juices were flowing, and her nipples had already hardened. Her mind was still coming to grips with the fact that this was not a one-time opportunity, but was now the reality in which she lived, but knowledge that she could suck him now and fuck him later or fuck him and suck him later, or whatever she wanted. 

By now, David was wondering what was happening as it had been several minutes since his anonymous mistress had entered the room and bound him. But then she hadn't touched him. His mind continued to race, wondering not only which woman was in the room with him, but what did she have in mind. His cock had hardened since her arrival as his mind contemplated the possibilities and probabilities. 

His excitement level had increased significantly as she had applied the cuffs and spreader bar, so he actually felt some relief when he sensed that the woman had finally knelt between his legs. Karen, now kneeling between David's legs, leaned forward and blew lightly on David's cock, still avoiding any direct physical contact. She was pleased to see his cock twitch as her heated breath caressed it.

Karen then lightly placed her hands on his inner thighs, sending a shiver up his legs and back. She followed her hands with her lips and tongue, slowly and lightly licking her way up his left thigh. His cock was very responsive, growing to its full length and girth as she teased his inner thigh. Karen shifted her oral attention to his other thigh as her eyes ogled the cock in front of her. Her pussy got wetter and wetter, but she maintained her slow journey up his thigh. She felt so wanton, using David as a sex object. After all, that was what she was doing wasn't it? She had been trained from her first understanding about sex, that being a sex object was bad; that treating somebody as a sex object was bad. And, now, here she was using David as a sex object. He was clearly a willing subject, just as she had been over the weekend.

Her wandering mind returned to its immediate focus as she felt David starting to writhe under the light ministrations of her teasing tongue. She had been slithering her tongue up and down his inner thigh, but this time as her tongue approached his scrotum, she didn't reverse her direction. She proceeded to lick his balls, savoring the decadence of the moment. His arousal only increased as she toyed with him, and her libido grew with the acknowledged power she held.

After spending some time enjoying this new found power, she continued her slow journey up the shaft of his rock hard penis. By the time her tongue arrived at the top of his gorgeous dong, pre-cum was oozing from the head. She twirled her tongue around the eye of his cock, appreciating the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum. She parted her lips slightly, and as her tongue continued to tease the eye of his mushroom, she slid them down over the tip of his cock, just enough to consume the head. He was moaning in pleasure now, and she sensed that David had moved up a major step in his arousal level.

Had David been allowed to talk he would have said that is exactly what happened. His mind lost total control of his conscious being as his cock demanded full attention to the anonymous lips slowly and sensuously consuming it. Delirious in his arousal, David gave up on trying to figure out who this delicious pair of lips belonged to. His manhood throbbed in excitement. Already, many of the muscles of his body were twitching, trying to find release from the intense sexual desire emanating from the tip of his cock. Karen had never realized the pleasure she could derive from this kind of sexual power. Her pussy juices were already starting to ooze out of her pussy and onto her thighs.

As she slowly slid her lips down his thick shaft, she desperately wanted to tell him how hot he was, how horny she was. But, she promised herself to remain a mystery woman all the way through the session, and she knew he might figure out who she was if she spoke. And she figured that if he knew how horny she was, then he would be even harder and more desperate for release. And she also needed to calm him down a bit before she teased him even more.

Then, it hit her. She would show him how aroused she had become. With some lament, she allowed his throbbing member to slip from her hungry mouth, eliciting a groan from David. She wasn't sure whether it was uttered in dismay or some gratification, and she didn't really care. As she stepped back from the chair, she was planning on positioning herself so that her red hot pussy was right above his face. Then she could lower herself to his mouth, and allow him to eat out of her drenched cunt.

Melissa had told her the chair reclined into a comfortable bed, but she still had to study the chair to figure out how to make it work. Finally, she found the controls on the side of the chair near the floor. After studying the diagram next to the buttons on the chair, she pressed the one that she had determined would position the chair into a flat bed. The whir of motors kicked in and she watched as the seat back reclined and a foot rest came up from the lower front of the chair. The machinery hummed away as she kept one finger on the button, since the machinery stopped when she released her pressure. As the machine slowly translated the seat forward, she used her other hand to massage her aching nipples, driving new thunderbolts of arousal through her body directly to her cunt. Eventually, the machine quieted, and David was in a prone position with his legs and arms spread wide. His hard cock still stood tall over his belly desperate for some attention.

But, she wasn't ready to provide him with any more pleasure yet. Instead, she climbed onto the headrest of the chair by placing one knee on each side of his head. She was now kneeling over his face as she looked down his muscled body at his tight abs, muscular legs, and centered in all of it, his throbbing man-meat. Her wet pussy, now just inches above his face begged for more than the light teasing of her nipple. With one hand she spread the lips of her pussy apart, while she slid two fingers of her other hand inside. She felt more juices ooze from her cunt and slowly drip down the insides of her thighs. Her body craved an orgasm. She had intended on depriving herself of an orgasm until after she had allowed David to cum, but realized that she could have one now, and one later. Or more later, if she wanted.

His cock throbbed as she watched it. Her fingers found her g-spot and she had to chew on her own lip to avoid moaning loudly. Her fingers played over her g-spot as the thumb of her other hand pressed on her clit, massaging it for maximum stimulation. After only a minute or so of self-arousal, her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy. But, it screamed for more. Taking her eyes off David's cock, she looked over at the table. The drawer was still open and her eyes landed on the purple rabbit vibrator inside the drawer.

David, already painfully aware of the fact that an unknown and fully aroused pussy was just inches from his face, waited impatiently to plunge his tongue into the twat hovering over him. He thought he knew what she was wanting, and he was more than willing to oblige. Anything to take his mind away from the frustration of having a hard dick with no ability to stroke it or have it paid any attention. He couldn't remember having been teased like this sexually without ongoing attention and stroking of his dick and balls. He then felt her lean away from the chair, raising her left knee off the headrest. He knew immediately what she was doing, as his mind visualized the layout of the room; she was reaching over to the toy table to get something.




Karen's First Year Ch. 07



Karen pulled the rabbit vibrator out of the drawer. She had intended to insert it directly into her cunt, but drew it to her face first, and slipped her lips around its head, lubricating it with her saliva. 

With her lips caressing the Rabbit, she slowly lowered her completely shaved and dripping cunt until it grazed his lips. David, realizing what was happening, opened his mouth and extended his tongue to lick her wet pussy lips. Karen bit her tongue to avoid moaning at the jolt his tongue sent through her body. She brought her other hand to her own breasts and started squeezing her turgid nipples as David's tongue ravished her engorged clit. She felt her already high level of arousal climbing even higher, and reminded herself that this session was about being in total control of a man's body, especially the timing of his orgasm, but her own pussy was quickly taking control of the situation.

As David continued to lick her pussy, Karen leaned forward and slid her hands down his taut chest to his hard cock. She smiled as it jerked when her fingertips caressed the tip of its crown. Pre-cum was already oozing from his head, and she gathered some with her fingers and bringing them to her mouth, tasted him for the first time. The slightly salty taste only increased her arousal. By now her breathing was becoming quite labored as David's tongue had found its way past her pussy lips and was probing into her sexual core. It was evident that David loved eating pussy as she could feel her juices flowing from her pussy and his lapping only intensified. 

David was going crazy by now with his cock throbbing. He had always loved a completely shaved pussy, especially when the juices were flowing like this woman's were. He still had no idea whose pussy he was lapping at, but the copious juices flowing into his mouth made him stop wondering. He had been tongue fucking her for several minutes when he felt her slide a bit so that his tongue was now flicking at her engorged clit. Realizing she wanted some action there, he sucked it into his mouth. While keeping his lips tightly against her labia he tongued the hard nubbin furiously.

Karen couldn't get enough of his tongue action and she ground her pussy even harder against his face as her first orgasm started to build deep inside of her. But, although she was enjoying his attention, she was still consciously aware of the fact that her intent in being in control was to do just that; be in control. And she knew if she allowed his tongue to continue, she would end up losing control to his awesome tongue. To remedy this problem she rose up on her knees a bit, pulling her cunt away from his hungry mouth. But the raging inferno in her pussy demanded attention, and she couldn't quell her desire.

She slipped the Rabbit vibrator into her cunt as she kept her pussy just out of reach of his lips and tongue. Once she had the vibrator buried to its hilt in her pussy, she thumbed the switch to turn it on. David recognized the hum of a vibrator, and only wished he could watch as she was obviously fucking herself with a toy right over his face. He could hear her breathing get shallower and shallower as her first orgasm approached, and he could feel the juices dripping off her thighs onto his face and lips. As her orgasm hit her, she clenched her mouth to maintain her silence; something she had never done before.

This self-deprivation of her usual orgasm induced moans and screams only served to increase the intensity of it as her body was wracked with an incredibly explosive orgasm. She was unable to suppress a gasp as her body started squirting juices around the vibrator and through her fingers and into David's mouth. Through the overwhelming feelings of her nether region, her brain recognized that she was experiencing her first squirting orgasm. She immediately plunged the toy deep inside her cunt driving her even more deeply into orgasmic bliss. As best she could, Karen swallowed her moans and screams, but try as she might several gasps escaped her lips.

David didn't need the aural clues to realize that Karen was cumming, as he was busy lapping up her feminine ejaculate, enjoying the copious juices flooding from her pussy. All he knew was that his cock was rock hard with arousal, and he was beginning to wonder if he might cum himself without any direct stimulation of his cock. He was continually clenching his thighs to hold back from his own release. He had always preferred being the one in control, but this vixen had clearly taken full possession of his sexuality. Surprisingly, he found himself enjoying it.

Karen pulled the toy from her own sopping wet cunt, and doing something she wouldn't have imagined doing only a few weeks earlier, licked it clean of her pussy juices, relishing in the taste of pure sex. As she continued to lick her fingers, she arose from her kneeling position, and slowly ran her eyes once again over this gorgeous piece of manhood bound to the lounger below her. His manhood was clearly hoping for some relief soon, and both her pussy and her mouth were hungry for it. The hunger made her consider an immediate fuck, but instead she dismounted from the lounger and moved alongside it. She started lightly running her fingers through the few strands of chest hair growing from his tight abs. As she did so, she felt him twitch as one of her fingers lightly grazed his right nipple. Interesting she thought, as she had never really considered a man's nipple to be an erogenous zone.

She allowed her fingers to stray across his left nipple and observed a similar response. She continued her light caresses for several seconds more before returning her attentions to his nipples. This time, she pressed them firmly against his ribs, and thought she felt them harden under her fingertips. When she started to pinch them, his body shuddered, and an uncontrollable moan escaped his lips. She lowered her mouth to his left nipple as her fingers continued to squeeze and pinch his right on. She sucked it into his mouth and knew for sure she was causing increased arousal as his body twitched and squirmed under her. She tilted her head to look down across his abdomen at the turgid symbol of his manhood. She suckled one tit, played with the other with her fingers, and slid her other hand down to his cock, and quickly wrapped her fingers around it. It was hot to the touch, and felt as hard as steel. Her pussy started to re-moisten once again as her mind became enthralled at the total control she had.

She wanted to fuck him. Hard! She wanted to suck his cock and swallow his jism. She wanted to stroke his cock to orgasm and watch him ejaculate all over his belly and chest. She also considered ending it right there, leaving him in the ultimate state of blue balls. Her mind played with the last idea, but she rejected it, at least for now, wondering whether or not leaving one's invited guest unsatisfied would be perceived as unacceptable. She made a mental note to herself to ask Melissa about that.

Back to the question at hand. Fuck him? Suck him? Jack him off?

What she didn't know was that by that time, David could care less. He had been on the verge of cumming for at least twenty minutes as she had toyed with him, and he would welcome an orgasm no matter how it was induced. He could feel a huge load building in his balls. Whoever this woman was, he knew he wanted more of her. No way was this going to be a one-time thing. This woman was hot, Hot, HOT! And she certainly knew her way around a man's body.

Not yet decided on her final choice, Karen started licking her way from his nipple down across his chest and belly. Reaching his belly button, though, she immediately switched her mouth's focus to his hard cock, drawing the head into her mouth instantly. As her lips slowly slid down his huge shaft, she encircled his balls with her hands and massaged them lightly. She felt him tense his thighs to push his cock deeper into her mouth and throat, reinforcing what she already knew; he was ready to explode. Surprising herself, she continued to take more and more of his cock into his mouth until her lips cold feel the top of his ball sack. She had sucked on her fair share of cocks, but never had she successfully taken this much of a man into her mouth. She could feel his cockhead deep inside trying to find its way down her throat.

She started the return journey of her lips back up his shaft, savoring every millimeter of his manhood as it slid from her oral grip. As she reached the halfway point, her tongue was free to maneuver and she started tonguing the ridge around the mushroom cap, driving him further towards his ultimate explosion. Continuing her rise, she felt the mushroom cap ease past her lips until just the very head of cock was between her lips. Her hand had followed her mouth in the upward journey, stroking his manhood just firmly enough to keep it hard without pushing him over the top.

Her tongue probed into his hole, tasting more of his pre-cum, which was clearly oozing out at an even faster rate than ever. As she savored the manly taste, her hand reversed its direction, sliding back down his cock. She pulled her face away from his cock as the center of her sexuality decided how she was going to bring him off; she wanted to watch him ejaculate; watch him explode. She rested her head on his belly as she continued to stroke him in an ever increasing tempo. With one stroke, she caressed him lightly, while on the next she tightened her hand as hard as she could. She kept her face only an inch or two away from his cock, watching his juices ooze out. She realized that when he finally climaxed, his jism would splatter all over her face. Whereas before she hadn't really found the idea of a facial as erotic, she couldn't wait for him to shoot off. 

David had long since given up on identifying who this woman was. All he knew was that she really knew how to suck cock. He was trying hard to hold back, but his control was fading fast as her ministrations inflamed his cock to no end. In his lust driven delirium he had decided that this woman could have him any time she wanted. By now, his balls were near bursting. Knowing he was to remain silent, he only hoped that she realized that with her head lying on his belly like it was, she would get a face full of his cum.

Although neither of them realized it, their simultaneous recognition of his impending orgasm occurred only moments before his boy went into convulsive spasms and his cock enlarged even more. Karen didn't stop. She increased the tempo of her hand job, and was rewarded with a stream of ejaculate hitting her face harder than she could have anticipated. And it just kept cumming. Thread after thread of his man-juice landed on her cheeks, her nose, in her eyes, on her lips and chin. She kept pumping him, even as her tongue swirled around her lips collecting it and swallowing it. She had never seen a man cum in that kind of volume, other than in pornos, and she reveled in her power over him.

Her own pussy had continued to moisten, although her attention to his enjoyment had kept her from another orgasm. She wanted more, but a glance at the wall clock told her their time was near over. Besides, it appeared that he had nearly passed out at the end of his ejaculatory spree. She allowed him some time to relax, understanding how sensitive a man's cock can be after such an explosive orgasm. When she thought he had recovered sufficiently, she took an extra minute to lick him clean, savoring the taste, while her mind concluded she had become a real slut. And she was proud of it!

After cleaning him, she walked over to the vanity, cleaned herself up a bit, and dressed. She then uncuffed one of his wrists, and slipped out the door before he could discover who his mystery lover was. She left him to his own devices to fully release himself.

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To my readers: Please vote. Also, I am taking ideas for Karen's future adventures in her first year on the job. I would love to integrate some of your ideas into her future experiences. Just send me a message.