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THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are offended
by graphic descriptions of natural and/or unnatural sexual acts,
if you are underage, or if this type of material is illegal where
you are, don't read any further.

This is a fantasy.  You will have to loosen your clench on
reality a little when you read it. This is a tale in which
physical acts and human responses are not limited to, nor
necessarily based in, reality.  Some acts and responses in this
story may be physically impossible and/or physiologically
improbable.  

Also, as is the case with most of the stories in this newsgroup,
all the women in this story are beautiful; gorgeous, even. 
Gravity has not caused their breasts to droop nor have creased
wrinkles their unblemished faces.  The men (the leading men, at
least) are hung like bulls.  They can get it up and keep it up
often and at will.  In this special little fantasyland, there are
no STDs, morals, or unwanted pregnancies; and guilt is a
four-letter word.  But most important of all, no amount of
strength of character, courage of convictions or moral beliefs
stands a chance against an erotic stimulus.  This can be as
benign as an accidental glimpse of a bared ankle or as
stimulating as a whipping on the genitals.  


For those of you who didn't understand the preceding statements,
GO AWAY!

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things described
in this story.  You will injure yourself or your partner.  Or be
arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, GO AWAY!  This story will burn
your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where you
are, GO AWAY!

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for any
disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that result from
reading this story.  If you don't, GO AWAY!

You have been warned!

If you enjoy this story and feel the urge to post it on a <free>
site, at least give me (NightShade) credit for it. 

So, stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy the
story!....:)

NightShade


















The President's Club 
by NightShade

Chapter 3

first posted 4/97, major revision 12/98

The elevator doors opened silently on a sumptuous boardroom that
had been converted into a ballroom.  There was music playing,
performed by a live 8-piece orchestra.  Karin was impressed.  Not
that she had ever seen a room this nice before.  She had never
heard a live orchestra before.  She stood still and let the
soothing sounds steady her nerves.  Several people looked up as
the opening doors announced her arrival.  She stepped out of the
elevator and waited, her hands hanging easily by her side.  This
was as far as her instructions took her.  She had not screwed it
up.  That part of her was gone forever.  

A well-dressed man stepped forward to meet her.  "Karin
Saunders?" he asked.  

"Yes, I'm Karin."

He smiled warmly at her and held out his hand.  "Welcome to the
President's Ball.  Thank you so much for coming.  My name is 'Sam
Adams', and I am to be your escort for the evening."  He
continued in a conspiratorial tone, as if she were being let in
on a secret. "This is an annual event.  All of the men here are
presidents of their companies."

While he was speaking to her, she tried to scope him out with a
casual glance.  What she saw started her heart racing.  Her
breath came in short gasps.  She knew her cheeks were flushing
crimson and that she was now staring at him openly.  She did
manage to close her mouth before it gaped all the way open.  She
felt her nipples harden and poke through the thin fabric of the
dress.  She began to wonder if she had made a mistake about
flaunting herself so openly tonight.

Sam Adams was a handsome man.  Definitely!  He looked to be about
45 years old and tall.  He was taller than she was in her heels.
He had a strong face, rugged features, and kind eyes that
crinkled when he grinned.  She saw his eyes dance excitedly as he
looked her over as well, his gaze dwelling briefly on her exposed
nipples.  She blushed deeply again, but knew instinctively that
the dress had not been a mistake.  Tonight she would get fucked.
Finally!

His chest was broad and his waist was slim.  He obviously kept
himself in top shape and watched his diet.  She took his offered
hand in hers and smiled up at him.  His hand was smooth but
strong.  It excited her to touch him, stirring her emotions. 
There were no sharp calluses or nails.  A man of wealth, but what
else had she expected?

He had been appraising her at the same time.  What he saw set his
sex drive on overload.  It was all he could do to keep from
ravishing her right there on the floor.  It had been done before
at these affairs, and often.  He had seen a lot of potential in
the young girl that one time he had seen her lying by the pool. 
But this was more than he had even hoped to imagine.

She was a statuesque beauty - a vision of sexual delight and
promise.  But the was more.  There was something about the look
in her eyes that kept him from being able to catch his breath, as
if she had a grip on his heart.  It was an unaccustomed feeling
for him.

Taking her wrap and giving it to the hatcheck girl, he caught his
breath once more as her gown was completely revealed to him.  It
confirmed what he had only suspected.  She was totally on display
for him tonight.  He was enough of a cad to appreciate the effort
she had gone to for him.  He could see her nipples as they peeked
through the thin fabric of the loose top.  Her trim waist was
highlighted by the hint of her miniscule panties, and, as she
walked in front of him into the ballroom, he thought he could
imagine the dark thin line of the narrow thong as it disappeared
into her ass crack.  Her tightly covered cheeks tantalized him as
they swayed back and forth.

Walking into the main area was like something out of an
investment commercial, the one where every one listens when this
guy speaks.  Everyone stopped to look at them.  The orchestra
just happened to stop playing at the same time.  Karin surveyed
the room.

There were several men in attendance, all of them with that
certain air of self-confidence that made them seem debonair and
handsome, regardless of their drivers license photo.  They were
obviously men of wealth.  There were a few other women scattered
around the room, as well.  All of the women were young and
pretty, some were beautiful, but none of them were close to
Karin's class.  She stood out not only because of her height, but
because her poise and beauty set her apart as something truly
special.

Sam was gloating inside, beaming graciously outside.  He had just
won the contest for best date.  It was sophomoric, he knew, but
still, it was a big deal.  Winning that contest meant that the
next President's Ball would be at his company building.  That
meant he personally would get a percentage of all of the
'contracts' negotiated on his premises.  It was a point of honor
among the members of the club to be truthful about the amounts of
the contracts negotiated.  The disclosure of the parties involved
was another matter entirely, as the majority of those deals were
probably illegal.  But what the SEC didn't know...

And besides all that, the pot for tonight's best date was over
$100,000 cash, tax-free.  Sam allowed a touch of smugness to
touch his gracious smile.  This arrangement with those two queers
was beginning to pay off already.  And he had yet to have his way
with the guy's wife!

Sam asked Karin to dance.  They moved around the floor
effortlessly.  They fit together perfectly, and they danced as if
they had danced a thousand times before.  The first time he
twirled her, his pupils widened at the peep show presented to him
by the billowing dress.  

She saw his eyes glitter when his gaze dropped to her tits.  She
smiled happily up at him.  He liked her!

He saw that she had caught him looking at her chest and grinned
sheepishly.  It wasn't often that a woman - just a girl, actually
- could make him feel like a bumbling teenager again.  

She saw his chagrined look and leaned her head against his chest
with a sigh.  She felt so safe with him.  Sam.  Sam Adams.  It
was a good name.  One she would remember for a long time.  They
continued dancing and then he dipped her.  The twin perky nipples
of her breasts floated on globes of spongy flesh, slipping out
from under the edge of the fabric.  It looked like they winked up
at him.  He couldn't resist the tempting treat they offered.  He
bent his head and kissed each one lightly before raising her back
upright.

She giggled, her heart pounding.  Her head was spinning, thrilled
at the illicit sensations he had given her.  She hugged herself
to him tightly.

"Oh, Sam!  That tickled!"  It was clear she wanted him to do it
some more.

He grinned to himself and lowered his hand to stroke her ass. 
His hand automatically molded to the rounded shape of her cheeks
and squeezed firmly.  After kissing her exposed nipples, he felt
more in control of the situation.  He was back in command,
something he was used to.  Still, her mere presence in his arms
sent a thrill through him he had not felt in years, if ever.  His
swollen cock dug into her stomach as they continued to dance,
holding each other tight.

She felt his hard flesh rubbing up against her body and moaned. 
She took every opportunity to grind her throbbing pussy into his
thigh.  She was going to cum soon.  She was suddenly frightened,
wondering if perhaps that type of lewd display would displease
him.  She grit her teeth and held on to him tighter.  Her hot
moist breath saturated his starched white shirt.

He seemed to read her mind as to the perilous closeness of her
climax.  He casually danced her over to a table and they sat
down.  Her breathing slowly calmed down, and she smiled her
thanks to him with her clear blue eyes.  Sam sat silently,
entranced with this young girl, drinking in her beauty and grace
and the raw sexual aura she exuded. 

Within minutes of them sitting down, one of the other gentlemen
approached their table and asked her to dance with him.  She
immediately looked up at Sam, silently looking to him for
direction, for what he wished her to do.  He seemed somehow
pleased at her actions.  He nodded that it was 'OK'.

She danced with that first gentleman and with most of the other
men in the room, as well.  Maybe all of them, she wasn't sure. 
She only knew that she hardly sat down at all for a long time. 
Some of her partners were shorter and stared straight at her
boobs the entire time they danced.  Others were as tall or taller
than Sam.  To a man, they danced with her respectfully without
groping, but each one twirled her around or dipped her, somehow
managing to catch a close-up view of her magnificent unfettered
breasts.

It was after she had danced with Thomas Jefferson and George
Washington, among others, that Karin finally figured out that the
men at the dance were using false names.  Why they were doing
this, she didn't know.  She also wondered casually who 'Sam
Adams' really was, but strangely, it didn't concern her a whole
lot.  She was certain he would reveal himself to her when he was
ready.  She didn't seem overly concerned that she could not
identify the building she was in, nor could she identify by name
a single individual at the dance.  There was no sense that she
was in danger and it didn't enter her thoughts at all.

After each dance, each with a different partner, she returned to
Sam and sat beside him.  Almost immediately, another club member
would ask her to dance.  Each time, she would look up to Sam for
his permission.  He smiled his approval at her behavior and
deference to him.  His approval pleased her beyond anything she
had felt before.  This stranger she had not known for more than
two hours was making her feel as she had never felt.  She
honestly felt she would do anything to please him.  She knew she
could not mess up with him.  That he approved of her.  He was a
magical man, this Sam Adams, whoever he was and Karin felt like
she was in a fairy tale.

Finally, as if by a signal, no one else asked her to dance.  Sam
indicated for her to sit in the seat beside him and she sat down,
waiting expectantly.  When nothing happened after a couple of
minutes, she snuggled into Sam's side, relaxing.  It felt good to
get off her feet for a while.  Just being next to him was turning
her on again, though, and she squirmed impatiently in her chair.


They sat and watched the others dancing by.  Sam seemed content
to have her sit silently beside him for now.  The dancing she had
done with the other gentlemen had warmed her up.  Rivulets of
sweat dripped down her chest making the thin fabric cling to her
skin and appear transparent.  Her tits were proudly on display
for everyone to see.  Everyone who passed their table looked
appreciatively at her near naked beauty.  

Still impatient, she decided to go for it.  She didn't know how
to ask him to spank her and she just jumped in.  "I haven't been
too naughty tonight, have I?" she asked coyly.  

"Well, Karin, let's see now.  If you had been naughty, I would
have to spank you, wouldn't I?" he answered teasingly.

Her heart jumped to her throat.  There!  It was out in the open.
Oh, please, God.  Please!  She turned in her chair, facing him. 
Slowly and deliberately, she leaned forward slightly and thrust
out her chest while shimmying her shoulders, exposing herself to
him alone.  "Is this naughty?" she asked him innocently.  She
shimmied her shoulders again so that her breasts jiggled
invitingly.  The blatant movement of her tits made her blush
becomingly.  She had never acted so brazen in her entire life.

"I'd say it was very naughty, wouldn't you?" he murmured to her,
not taking his eyes off her bobbing breasts for one instant. 
With the index finger of each hand, he caught the edges of the
front panel of her dress and pulled it towards him.  The fabric
pulled away from her body, and from his point of view, she was
exposed from her neck to her navel.

"Oh my!  Yes, I'm afraid so." she said quietly.  "I've never done
anything like this before.  You make me want to do the most
naughty things."  Her voice got quiet.  "Does that mean you're
going to spank me now?"

Sam wasn't sure if she was anxious to be spanked, or afraid. 
"Yes, I'm going to spank you..."

She gasped as a small, but definite orgasm rippled through her
body.  Sam noticed and smiled to himself.  She was perfect.

"...but not now.  Later."

"Oooohhhhh, yyyeess," she sighed.  "Will it be hard?"  Still in
the quiet voice.  Sam decided it must be wistful.

"Yes, it will be hard.  And long."

"Oooohhhhh, YYEESS," came her quiet answer.  She was wet and
ready for him now.  Right there.  On the floor.  She didn'tcare.

Sam stood and took her hand.  She stood up obediently and he led
her out onto the dance floor.  As they began dancing, he took her
hands in his, kissed the palms of each and then placed them
behind her neck.  She quivered with excitement at this strange
posture he wanted her in.  Her excitement inflamed his lust,
making the front of his pants bulge with promise.  He nudged and
encouraged his pupil until she inter-laced her fingers behind her
neck and spread her elbows wide, a quizzical, hopeful look on her
face.  

Smiling reassuringly at her, he moved in closely to her offered
body and held her close to his own.  He could feel her pulsating
tension.  When she started to move her hands down, he pinched her
firmly on her buttock.  She gasped at the sudden pain, winced and
then, with his encouragement, raised her hands back to the
position he wanted them in.  She looked up at him with a hurt
wonderment in her eyes.  Karin was not used to having someone
else dictate anything to her.  She was experiencing the first
glorious feelings of total surrender to another's will.  She
drank it down as if she was dying of thirst.

With her hands remaining clasped behind her neck, Sam began to
take liberties with her luscious body right there on the dance
floor.  He brazenly slipped his hands up under the front panel of
her dress and possessively cupped her a succulent breast in each
of his large hands.  They fit nicely over the curved orbs, but
there was still plenty left over.

He began to tease and torment the dazed woman.  Her breathing
became even more ragged and she began to loose her balance.  He
grinned knowingly, placed his arm around her tiny waist, and
pulled her lower torso against his lower body.  He made her lean
back slightly to give him easier access to her tits.  She
willingly complied.  She was literally falling into him as they
swayed softly to the sensual music.

Rolling her stiff nipples softly between his fingers, he watched
her reactions.  Gasping slightly, she gazed up into his eyes but
didn't flinch or pull away.  Her shallow breathing became more
rapid.  Excited little mewls and moans escaped from her throat,
music to his ears.  The blood rose up from her throat into her
neck and then her cheeks.  She was not embarrassed, just excited.
 A slow smile twitched at the corners of her lips.  

"Am I naughty to let you do this to me? she asked him teasingly.

"Very naughty," he said in mock seriousness.  "I'm going to have
to punish you really hard."  He roughly twisted her nipples back
and forth, pulling them outwards slightly for emphasis.

"Oh, oh oh OH OH OH OH OH!"  Her eyes took on a slightly defocus
look and she shuddered, leaning all of her weight against him for
support.

He continued to gently roll her nipples throughout her orgasm to
stimulate her as much as possible.  As she came back to her
senses, he pulled her into his chest.  She relaxed into him and
smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Sam."  She lifted her lips up to his face for a kiss.
 

He complied.  "That was just the beginning, kid.  Just the
beginning."

They continued to dance for a while, his hands a constant source
of arousal.  She drifted along in his arms, felling no
embarrassment at what he did to her or at what he exposed to the
others watching.  For her the others didn't exist.  Only Sam. 
Her Sam.  For their part, the other club members sat and enjoyed
the show.  They had all seen it before, but still, they
appreciated the skill of 'Sam' and the beauty of the innocent
girl.  The other women who were present were engaged in similar
activities as Karin.  Some had had more of an idea of what would
be expected and were actively satisfying their partners.  One or
two had resisted the blatant advances and had been restrained and
forced to comply.  The coercion of the women bothered some, but
the anonymity provided by the event allowed them to rationalize
that their reputations, if not their consciences, were clear.

------------------------------------------------------

Back in the isolated apartment, he danced with her again.  Sam
had selected some music while Karin was in the bathroom
freshening up.  Actually, she was shaking so much with sexual
frustration and excitement she could barely pee.  Sam had turned
off all the lights but one overhead spotlight.  This light was
now turned to create a circle of light in the center of the
floor.  The rest of the room was in deep shadows.

She had finally gathered back together a semblance of composure,
but then lost it when she stepped into the dramatically lit
living room.  All she could see on him were his two hands and
forearms where they intersected the circle of light, inviting her
into the circle.  She tried not to seem to eager as she walked
into the light and felt his arms around her once more.  Her heart
felt like it was in her throat and she had to fight to take a
breath.  

When Sam finally felt the tension began to ease from her body, he
began to move her around, always keeping her centered in the
light.  She had thought he was bold in the ballroom, but here he
really let loose.  Her hands were placed back behind her neck
again.  This time he held them there, adding an extra dash of
spice.  Using them as a grip, he pulled her face up to his. 
Kissing her gently and tenderly, he tasted her lips and eyes. 
The salty taste of her tears intrigued him, but he saw they were
tears of joy.  There was no hesitation, no pulling back from him
or his advances.  In fact, it seemed that she rushed to meet his
lips and fingers as they violated her.  His kisses became more
insistent until their tongues were thickly entwined.  Both of
them were breathing hard, their feet moving only slightly.

He pulled back a bit and placed a tender kiss on her forehead. 
She closed her eyes in sheer pleasure.  They were dancing close.
It was a dream, a fairy tale.  

Sam reached down with one hand and fingered her butt after
pulling the hem of her dress up to expose it.  She giggled at his
touch on her bare ass and moved the firm flesh lewdly up and down
under his wandering finger.

Not satisfied to be passive, she experimentally rubbed his crotch
with her thigh, teasing him as he had been teasing her all night
long.  She felt his hardness move back and forth in his slacks. 
He groaned slightly, but did nothing to stop her.  She grinned up
at his reddened face, his mouth open, panting.  She pressed
harder against his erection and felt him shudder.

"Now you've done it!  You've been a naughty girl tonight, Karin,"
he said to her.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, you have.  I'm going to have to punish you for being so
naughty."

"Oooh.  How are you going to punish me?"  Karin and Sam were nose
to nose, speaking softly to each other.  She saw he was pleased
when she played the role of an innocent little girl, asking him
na�ve questions in a tiny voice.  It excited her, too, to let him
explain in detail what would have.  Kind of like a verbal
foreplay.

"Well, normally little girls who are as naughty as you have been
get spanked.  I'm inclined to agree."  

She continued the game.  "Are you going to spank me hard?"

He nodded seriously.  "Yes.  It wouldn't be much of a spanking if
it weren't hard, now, would it?"  He fondled her bottom, still
bare from his earlier groping.  "I much prefer to give spankings
on the bare bottom, too."

"Oh, Sir!  If you do that, spank me on my bare bottom, you may
have to tie my hands."  She looked down shyly.  "I, uh, I don't
know if I could keep them still.  You would help me, wouldn't
you?"  She glanced back up to see a happy man.

"Yes, Karin, I think I may be able to help you."  He cleared his
throat.  Games were fine, but there was business to attend to. 
"Enough of this."

He eased her hands down to her sides.  Kissing her gently on the
lips he said, "Dance for me, Karin."  He sat down and made
himself comfortable.  "Be naughty.  Be very naughty for me."

The music was still playing softly in the background.  Karin
stood in a brilliant pool of light in the center of a darkened
room.  Slowly, she began to sway to the sensuous music Sam had
put on.  She stood in one spot on the floor and let the erotic
sounds ease through her limber body.  The straps of her dress
came loose with a jerk on one end.  The small thin strands
slithered off her shoulders and down to her breasts.

Only her erect nipples and his imagination held up the top of the
dress.  

Karin pirouetted suddenly in perfect time to the music.  As she
turned, the fabric flowed away from her body, revealing her upper
body to him completely.  She brought her hands up to cup her tits
and began to caress herself.  She pretended these were his hands
and let herself go as she made love to herself for him alone. 
She wanted to arouse him, inflame him, to incite him to do all
kinds of wicked, wonderful and terrible things to her.  She
wanted to push him to go beyond his limits, to fulfill himself by
using her body.  

She fingered her nipples, pinching them between her long
fingernails.  Her elongated buttons were tortured and tantalized
by the nails, finally being stretched and pulled out as far as
she could pull them.  Her tiny hands copied the things his hands
had done to her, arousing her, teasing, and tormenting until she
shuddered with her release of erotic tension.  

She slowly eased the zipper of the dress down the crack of her
ass.  With a sexy shimmy, the dress fell in a little heap on the
floor.  Her hands found their way underneath her panties to her
cunt.  Her legs spread slightly and she eased one slender finger
down along her dripping slit.  Her breath came in short gasps as
she went straight for her throbbing clit.  

Standing up, Sam stopped her before she push herself over the
edge for her second climax.  "I think that's enough for right
now."

She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his
neck.

"Are you really going to spank me, Sam?"  she asked him.  There
was more than a little anxiety in her voice.  Games were one
thing, this was real.

"Yes"

"Hard?"

"Yes"

She held him tighter, not daring to ask the next question.

"Sam?"

"What?"

"Are you going to fuck me afterwards?"

He paused at the question.  He knew he was going to, but he
suddenly wanted this to be mutual.  

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," she said softly, without hesitation.

"Should I fuck you hard?" he teased.

"And long, too," she quipped back, her anxiety gone, lifted by
his calm and controlled demeanor.  He would not hurt her in a
frenzy.  Then seriously, "Please, Sam?  Please?"

"Yes."

He pulled off his tie, took her wrists and held them firmly
behind her back.  She squirmed against him, but didn't resist. 
He looped the tie around her wrists, pulled the silk tight and
knotted it firmly.  She groaned and kissed him deeply.  

"It's OK if you hurt me.  I can take it."  The barely audible
words were whispered directly into his ear.  The shakiness in her
voice belied her brave words.  

Her eagerness to please him stirred something within him he had
not felt before.  He moved his hands down over her buttocks,
marveling at the smooth silkiness of her firm skin.  He squeezed
tightly in answer to her question, as he did not trust his own
voice at the moment.  

Moving his hands up, he took her by her shoulders and turned her
around to face away from him.  His hands moved caressingly down
her smooth back, bumping along each vertebra on the way down to
her ass.  She wiggled her hips impatiently as she shivered at the
tickling sensations of his hands.  He slapped her ass cheeks
lightly to make her stand still.  That brought a giggle from her.
 His hands continued their exploration down along each leg and
back up between them to end at her sopping pussy.  He stepped
back.

She stood there, an living statue of perfect nakedness, hands
tied behind her back, wearing only a tiny pair of black thong
panties that just covered her puffy lips, thigh high stockings
and high heels.  A small drop of glistening moisture creeping
down the side of her inner thigh indicated her arousal.

He smiled.  He enjoyed the view of her from the rear.  He
imagined what her smooth silky ass would look like shortly, after
he had reddened it with his hand and his belt.  The mental image
of her crimson cheeks was suddenly so real, he could feel the
heat from it in his hands already.  Stepping up close behind her,
he reached around her and took a pliant tit in each hand. 
Slowly, he began kneading the firm fleshy mounds, increasing the
pressure until she gasped from the arousal and pleasurable pain
he was bringing her.  

He bent his head and grabbed her ear lobe with his teeth.  A
sharp bite brought a groan of pleasure from her core.  He grinned
and knew she would take a hard beating and love it.

Her nipples, already aroused, hardened and stiffened with the
continued manipulation of her tits.  He grabbed them between his
first finger and thumb and rolled them around.  She sagged back
into him, her hands tied behind her trapped in between their
bodies.  Her lithe fingers scrabbled into his crotch, seeking his
cock.  He teased her and shifted his body, reluctantly moving his
throbbing prick away from her grasp.  Just another indication of
who was in charge.

Karin turned her head and captured his mouth with hers.  He
allowed her this victory.  Soon she would have no more
opportunity.  Soon.  

Her tongue probed his mouth, tasting his arousal, telegraphing
her own to him.  He dueled with her tongue, following it back
into her mouth.  As his tongue plunged into her oral cavity, he
tweaked her swollen nipples savagely.  She responded by sucking
his tongue like a small cock.  He moved back up behind her and
allowed her hands to caress his swollen member.  

She frantically managed to get the zipper on his pants down and
free him.  The pre-come on the tip got on her hands, lubricating
them.  She formed a warm tunnel with her clasped hands and he
began to lightly fuck in and out.  

"YYYES," she groaned.  

"I think you're ready for your punishment."

"Please, not too hard."

"I think you want it hard, don't you?  You like it hard, don't
you."

"No, no, please..."  She hesitated.  She was afraid to tell him,
afraid not to.  She went for it.  "I-I-I don't know.  I've never
done this before."  She started to break down.  "I'm sorry if I
disappoint you."

"Well, well, well.  I thought as much."

She looked back up over her shoulder at him, fear, hope and lust
all evident in her teary eyes.  

He continued speaking softly to her.  "Thank you for telling me
the truth.  You will not disappoint me.  But although this is
your first time, I will not hold back.  I will take you as far as
I think you can go, push you to the edge.  I don't know where
that is, yet, but we'll see, my love, won't we."

That said, he pulled a wooden chair into the circle of light.  He
took her elbow, and pulled her over to the straight-backed chair.
 Before sitting down, he quietly pulled off his belt.  She didn't
see this, as he had turned her and bent her over slightly so he
could admire the way her firm ass stretched tight.  The black
fabric of her thong created a stark contrast against the creamy
smooth skin of her buttocks.  He ran his hands lightly over those
soon to be heated cheeks, and he maneuvered her so she ended up
lying over his legs.  She groaned at his light caresses.

"Count," he commanded.

She gave a small whimper as his hand continued to explore her
ass, becoming more assertive as it ventured over and into her
most private areas.  Her legs spread slightly, allowing him
easier access.  He ran a finger lightly up the crack of her ass,
stopping to gently probe at the tight ring of her anus.  A sharp
intake of air told him this was probably a virgin hole, at least
for now.   

Drawing his thick fingers lower, he dipped lightly into her wet
slit.  Her copious fluids were tangible evidence of her arousal
at being bound and of her reaction to the anticipated pain.  He
spread the swollen ruby lips and looked at the pinkish glistening
flower of her femininity.  At the lower apex, he could just make
out the knobby sentinel of her clit.  Poking at it with his
finger brought an immediate squirming response from her and a
swelling of pride from the sentinel.  Grasping at the prideful
knob with his fingers, he rolled it gently around.

"OH OH OH OH!!!  I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop, oh,
Please please  please."

He quickly pulled his hand up and brought it down sharply on her
right ass cheek.  

"AAAAAWWWWW," she screamed, shuddering as she came.

Another sharp slap on her left cheek produced another wail of
sensuous anguish.

He reinserted his still damp finger into her twat, beginning a
slow in and out motion.  Her body responded by humping
desperately back on his hand, trying to get as much contact and
penetration as possible.  This motion also caused her hip to rub
over his bare prick, making it swell to even greaterproportions.

Sensing his throbbing organ under her hips, she began to wildly
wiggle her hips up against him and around his lap until she had
maneuvered the mushroom shaped head of his prick to slide under
her thigh and lodge against her clit.  Only the thin fabric of
her panties blocked his entry into her tunnel.  A low animalistic
growl came from deep in her throat as she settled her cunt down
firmly against this magnificent intruder.

Wryly smiling at such aggressive behavior from a submissive, he
continued to alternatively spank and probe her for a long time. 
Her ass cheeks began to glow a charming rose color with areas of
deeper redness.  After that first climax, Karin remained balanced
just on the edge of another orgasm, the tension building up
inside her body.  

Slipping his fingers under the thin band at the waist of her
panties, he pulled the thong up tight against her ass hole and
deep into her slit.  She moaned her approval of this new
pressure.  Steeling himself, he gave the panties a hard yank,
ripping the flimsy garment from her loins.  Bucking his hips, he
maneuvered his cock up against the opening of her cunt.  Her
excited movements caused him an exquisite feeling as he nudged
the head of his cock into her cunt.  

Reaching down to the floor beside him, he picked up the belt he
had dropped there earlier.  Judging the time was right and that
her ass was well conditioned to accept this greater level of
punishment, he swung his hand up and then down, catching her
across the taut part of her ass with the doubled up belt.  

There was a sudden whoosh of air and then silence as her brain
tried to make sense of the confusing signals it was receiving. 
Gradually, he felt a slight shaking build up inside her body,
much like an epileptic seizure.  Accompanying this shaking was a
high keening sound.  Not a scream, but more like steam escaping.

"OOOOHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIIIT. I'M CUMING   I'M CUUUUUUUMING AGAIN,
OH FUCK."

Her cunt gripped his partially buried prick, squeezing the head
in a velvet glove of indescribable tightness.  Seizing the
moment, he raised his hand and delivered another sharp blow to
her ass.  Again and again, he swatted her ass with the belt,
concentrating on the fleshy part that jiggled after each hard
blow.  Then he began to swat her lower down, bringing his hand up
from underneath to catch her at the juncture of her thighs and
ass.  This brought the belt into direct contact with her aching
cunt and asshole.  

Throughout this beating she continued to scream and shake.  One
orgasm rolled into the next one for several minutes, each one
greater than the last.  Her hips pistoned and humped up and down
on his meat, hungry for more and more of him in her.  The pain in
her ass was intense, but it only increased the pleasure she was
feeling.  

As the belt continued to caress her cunt and asshole, painting a
deep red color, a sudden burst of bright light filled her head. 
Something snapped in her mind.  All resistance to Sam and the
wondrous pain they were sharing was swept away as was her fear. 
She knew this was the element that had been missing before, this
bondage and pain or discipline was what she craved.  There was a
second burst of light, and she lost all sanity, sliding softly
down into a single dimension existence.  She only felt.  She
focused on the sensations.  His next stroke landed right on top
of her pulsating vaginal lips, causing her to arch her back,
bowing her body across his lap.  The only point of contact
between them his cock partially buried in her cunt.  

Collapsing from her fantastic spasm, she fell limp across his
legs.  Amazed at her reaction to his belt, he gently palmed her
ass with one hand, soothing the burning in those now fiery red
orbs.  Taking advantage of her relaxed state, he moved his other
hand around and inserted his thumb into her sopping cunt. 
Rubbing up against his still inserted prick, he thoroughly
moistened his thumb up to the second knuckle.  Then, using her
own juices as lubrication, he firmly pushed his fat thumb into
her now unresisting anal ring.  With a soft plop and without even
a groan from her, he worked his thumb all the way up into her
dark recesses.

He continued to soothingly rub her ass with his hand as he
twisted his thumb around in her rectum.  Flexing the thumb
brought a stirring from her as she pushed her ass back up against
his hand.  She felt strangely filled with the intrusion into her
ass.  She had never taken anything up her ass, not even her own
fingers.  Now this thumb had her aching for something more and
bigger up her shit chute.  Maybe it was his spanking of her ass
that had aroused these feelings within her.  

She continued to push back onto his thumb, seeking both the
filling of her ass and the comfort of the soothing rubbing.  This
movement allowed his cock to escape the tight confines of her
cunt.  With a cry of emptiness, she continued to move back. 
Because of his thumb up her butt, she didn't go to her knees, but
moved back until she was standing bent over at the waist beside
his chair.  Her hands were still tied behind her back.

As she slid back, his cock rubbed first along her stomach and
then moved up between her swollen and sensitive tits towards her
chin.  Finally, she was staring at his ruddy tool.  She had never
contemplated sucking on a man's penis, but when she saw it
winking at her, she had to have it inside her.  She opened her
mouth wide and awkwardly lunged at the wobbling shaft.  

After a couple of tries, she was able to capture his cock in her
mouth.  Without hesitation she plunged down on that long hard
cock.  The helmeted head bumped into the back of her throat.  She
savored the feel of his hardness filling her oral cavity before
she moved her head down more, sliding this wonderful hardness
smoothly down her gullet.  The tightness of her throat was
intensified when she began sucking on the root of his organ. 
Once she was totally full of his cock, she slowly lifted her head
off his prick, keeping the suction high the whole way up to the
flared rim on the head.  

To Sam it felt like his prick was being gripped and pulled by a
velvet sleeve.  Up and down she moved her head, fucking his meat
to the root on each stroke.  He put his free hand on the back of
her head and tangled her hair in his strong fingers.  He didn't
regulate her movements except to keep her from coming all the way
off his cock like she had the first time.  He wanted her mouth on
his meat the whole time.  Slowly she built up her pace until she
matched the rhythm of the thrusts of his thumb into her ass.  

As the cock-sucking beauty ground her ass into his thumb, he took
his hand from the back of her head and reached down under her. 
There he grabbed one of her swaying tits.  With a fierceness that
bordered on cruelty, he squeezed and twisted the firm mound,
leaving deep red finger marks in the soft flesh.  Then he sharply
swatted at one of the hanging globes, knocking it into the other.
 

She responded by increasing her sucking.  Her tongue teased and
licked along the bottom and sides of his huge manhood.  As she
continued her efforts, he suddenly tensed.  She felt his penis
swell larger yet.  With a deep groan, he began to bathe her
tonsils with cum.  Simultaneously, his rough manipulation of her
tits and his thumb up her bunghole brought her to another
electrifying orgasmic spasm.  

Slowly recovering from their mutual climax, he pulled his thumb
from her ass.  Her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap
beside his chair, his deflating cock still locked between her
soft lips.  In her awkward position, her swollen tits were
pressed tightly against the sharp edge of the seat of the chair,
bringing her titillating discomfort.  She didn't complain.  His
hand rested against the back of her head, slowly stroking her
fine golden hair.  

Sam's head was thrown back and he was breathing heavily through
his open mouth.  The raw force of his orgasm had surprised him. 
He was also surprised by the stiffness remaining in his cock. 
Normally, once done, he would quickly deflate.  But this kneeling
beauty was still sucking on a half erect cock.  Though she was
obviously a novice at this, she brought an enthusiasm and
willingness to her task that he found incredibly stimulating.  He
rested him chin on his chest as he watched her labor over him. 
This kid was incredible.  He was beginning to grow hard again.  

Using her hair as a grip, he pulled her head up to better
position her mouth over his prick.  He began giving her quiet
instructions, how to use her lips and tongue, to lick his balls,
then suck them in and mouth them gently.  He scooted forwards on
the chair, giving her access to his anus.  When he instructed
her, she licked him there without hesitation, rimming his tight
sphincter with her dainty tongue.  Then back to his hot meat.  

Groaning with a mixture of lust and exhaustion, she worked her
mouth around and around his growing slab.  She shuddered with
palpable lust as she imagined that hard slab of muscle shoving in
and out of her unused cunt, or maybe even back there.  The
thought of doing something so nasty as that sent a delicious
thrill through her.  With renewed effort, she sucked on him
harder.  With a grunt of disbelief from her date, a sudden
thickening of his cock preceded a fountain of salty cream that
spurt-spurt-spurt-spurt into her mouth as a reward for her
valiant efforts.  She swallowed her second cum shake ever, and
loved it. 

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