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Part 16

          	Ken woke when the alarm went off.  Jane did not.  He
wondered how it was that she usually managed to get to work in the
morning, then remembered that she was rarely in before nine-thirty. 
Plus she lived closer than he did, so he guessed she was used to
sleeping in.
      
          	The feel of her against his skin was wonderful.  Warm and
smooth - he especially enjoyed the feel of his hard cock nestled
between her ass cheeks.  Her hair covered much of her face, but he
managed to uncover a bit of her neck.  He lightly kissed it, then
nibbled a little while stroking the underside of one breast.  She
didn't really wake up until her nipples were hard and her ass was
humping back into his cock.  The hand on her breast drifted between
her legs.  There was a slight feel of stubble over her mons, then he
felt the smooth lips of her vagina.  The lips were slightly damp, but
when he parted them, he was rewarded with the thick evidence of her
excitement.  He rubbed her juice over her clit, now starting to poke
out of its hood.
      
          	Finally, he touched the inside of her thigh and she
immediately lifted her leg to give him access.  She was incredibly
tight and he savored the feel of her hot sheath while also enjoying
the familiar feeling of pain/pleasure she emitted as he entered her. 
He was just amazed that no matter how often he slid into her, she
never loosened up.  He'd figured that after all the fucking they'd
done in the last few days, she would have loosened a little, but nope,
she was as tight as ever.
      
          	He slid in and out of her, tweaking her nipples and rubbing
her clit.  He knew she was enjoying herself, but also knew that the
stimulus just wasn't enough to get her off.  She wasn't wired for slow
and gentle.
      
          	"I wonder," he whispered into her ear, "if I'll be able to
get Ellen to play with you.  She's really hot.  Not quite as tall as
you, and I think her breasts are smaller.  But from Kim's memories, I
saw that she really knows how to use a whip.  Better than me."
      
          	Jane groaned.  The images he was evoking in her mind were
getting to her.  "Just imagine," he continued, "We could hang you
spread eagled and she could spend a few hours giving me lessons on the
finer points of using a single tail. "  Jane groaned louder. Ken
rolled her so that she was on her hands and knees and continued to
stroke in and out. "Of course, you wouldn't be allowed to cum - not
even with Kim kneeling, her breasts swollen from being tightly bound,
between your legs licking the fat clit of yours."  Jane was humping
back into his cock.  It increased her pain and her pleasure as the
thick organ started to hammer into her.
      
          	"While Ellen and I took a break here and there to relax and
drink, we'd have Ally put on a nice set of weighted clamps on your
nipples.  Kim would switch to tongue fucking your asshole when Ally
added a clamp to your clit."
      
          	"Oh Goddess, Master, ummm... you feel so good.  Mmmm...when
are you going to take your slave's ass?  I want to feel you splitting
me open.  I want you to just fuck me for your pleasure."
      
          	She started to whimper as Ken closed his fingers on her
fully extended clit.  He'd wiped his fingers off on the sheet, so
they'd be dry enough to get a good grip on the swollen organ.  Ken
would love to have toyed with her more, but he knew he could make her
cum now, so he gave her permission, squeezed her clit and pushed as
deep as he could.  She came, feeling his cock pulsing inside her while
she writhed and moaned.  The energy they created swirled around and
was absorbed back inside them.
      
          	Ken sighed and pulled out of her.  She spun and took his
semi-hard cock into her mouth and sucked, being sure to get all their
cum.  It was difficult to keep his dick from getting hard again, but
he managed it.  The full bladder helped.  Finally, they went into the
bathroom where she brushed her teeth while he peed.
      
          	"I," he announced, "am going back to sleep for a few
hours."
      
          	She grinned and nodded.  Ken noticed that she was using his
toothbrush again.
      
          	"Didn't you bring your own toothbrush?"
      
          	She grinned wider, foaming toothpaste coating her mouth and
his toothbrush.  Ken gave a mock sigh of annoyance and headed back
into the bedroom.
      
          	Jane was gone when he woke up again.  Ken grabbed a shower
and thought about what to do today while he ate some breakfast.  He
jumped on the computer and printed out some information, then picked
up the phone and made a call.  Once the appointment was made, he got
into his BMW and headed out.
      
          	His first stop was to replace the cell phone he'd given
Ally.  The same guy was there and looked at him a little strangely
when he wanted to add another phone to his account.  Especially when
he upped each plan to the maximum they offered.  Once that was
finished, he called Ally and left a message with his new number, then
called Jane with the same info.  The numbers came easily to his memory
- something that he wondered at.  He had a pretty good memory, but
usually not for strings of numbers.
      
          	He also programmed in Ellen and Kim's office numbers and
their cell phone numbers, from memory, then gave Ellen a call.  She
told him that everything was set up and that she had a few more papers
for him to sign, having to do with some investments she wanted to make
for him.  She offered to come by later that evening, but Ken decided
he could stop by her office after his appointment.  It wasn't that he
didn't want her to come by, it was more that he figured that Ally
would be around and that she might want to spend some time with him
and Jane.  There'd be time in the future.
      
	He located the real estate office and parked about fifteen minutes
early for the appointment.  The receptionist greeted him warmly.  He
noted that the pull to her was only moderate, but that she still
seemed interested in him.  He wondered if there was anyway to tone
down the amount of pheromones he was putting out.  Brushing her mind
showed him that while she was quite attractive, her interest in sex
was only mild.  Well, she was excited at the moment - having no idea
why she was reacting this way to Ken.  She and her fiancé were quite
happy together and... Ken broke off.  While he was getting better at
it, he still tended to slip into people's heads.  She smiled and
looked up as she set down the phone.

	"Joan will be with you in just a minute," she said.

	Ken nodded and went to sit down.
      
         	The woman who greeted him as she walked into the reception
area was coolly professional.
      
          	"Mr. Whitestone," she said, extending her hand, "Joan
Deckheart.  Nice to meet you."
      
          	"And you as well," said Ken taking the hand.  It was cool
to the touch and her handshake was firm.  Ken approved.  "Just Ken
will do though."
      
          	She smiled and replied, "Joan, then."
      
          	Ken took a good look at the woman.  Smartly dressed in a
fashionably short skirt and a tailored jacket, she was a fit woman who
looked to be in her early forties.  Ken felt a pretty strong pull from
her, but wanted to keep focused on the matter at hand.
      
          	They walked to her office and sat down.
      
          	"Before we get started Ken, perhaps we should discuss what
level of property you are in the market for," she said with a pat
smile.
      
          	Ken smiled back.  It was a fair question.  Joan only dealt
with high end clients, selling and buying real estate valued in the
millions.  It would be a waste of her time if Ken couldn't afford what
she had to offer.  He didn't think that in a polo shirt and jeans he
fit the profile she was used to dealing with.  He pulled out one of
the cards that Ellen had given him and handed it to Joan.
      
          	"I'm sure if you contact this lady, she'll be able to help
with that question," he replied, not the least bit offended.  Joan's
time was valuable and the only reason she'd agreed to see him was
because it had been a slow week.  Her eyebrows rose when she saw the
name of the firm listed on the card.
      
          	She hung up the phone a few minutes later and looked at Ken
rather sheepishly.  "I'm sorry Mr. Whitestone.  You understand that it
avoids wasted time on all sides if we have an idea what we'll be
working with."
      
          	"I understand completely.  And it's Ken.  Really."
      
          	Joan was getting flustered, which annoyed her.  She didn't
fluster easily, but for some reason, her pussy had started to flood,
she couldn't seem to concentrate and she really should have known
better than to judge someone's money by how they looked.  Some of her
clients weren't the most well groomed people, despite their money. 
And some of them only kept coming back to hit on her.  Why couldn't
this guy hit on her?
      
          	Ken pulled away from Joan's thoughts.  He unfolded the
printout from the house and handed it to her.  "Would it be possible
to see this place?"
      
          	Joan looked at the paper, then pulled up the information on
her laptop.  She frowned.  How odd.  The place hadn't been shown at
all.  It wasn't just the price tag.  It had been on the market since
last week and was ready to go.  But not one person had shown it.  Ken
followed this thought.  Hmmm.  One week, huh?  Gee, what a
coincidence.  The faint impression of glee in the back of his head
confirmed his suspicions.
      
          	She knew Ken could afford it, but she was nervous about why
it hadn't been shown.
      
          	"I'm sure that we can go see it," she said.  "It'll just
take me a few minutes to get all the information we need though. 
Would you care for something to drink?"  Preferably in my bedroom. 
Joan shook her head.  This was getting out of hand.
      
          	Ken wished he could help her.  He had no idea what to do to
reduce the effect of the chemicals his body was producing, besides
which, he suspected it wasn't just chemical.
      
          	"Thank you, no.  But if you could point me to the
restroom?"  He wanted her to concentrate on the real-estate, not him. 
Perhaps if he left the room it would help.
      
          	She pointed the direction, then dove into the computer. 
Ken made sure to take some time, then wandered back into her office. 
She was absorbed in the information on the mansion that Ken was
interested in.  Apparently the place had been owned by a very
eccentric old man who'd died over a month ago.  There'd been a
stipulation in his will stating that the place couldn't go on the
market until last week, and that it couldn't be shown until yesterday,
at the earliest.  Joan was getting very confused.  And horny.  Very
horny. Which pissed off the professional side of her.
     
          	"OK, Ken, I have what we need.  Would you like to follow me
or shall I drive."  Or, you could drive ... me.  Ken heard the
thought.  She was really going nuts, but he couldn't do anything to
help that.  "If I drive we can talk about various options and perhaps
some other properties."
      
          	Ken had been about to suggest he follow her, but since
she'd indicated the need to talk, he figured he'd humor her.
      
          	"I'll come with you, if that's OK."
      
          	With me, on me, in me, whatever, she thought.  "That'd be
fine," she said grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
      
          	Someone without Ken's abilities would have missed her
arousal, but her scent gave it away to him.  As did her thoughts.  Her
top was thick enough to hide her nipples but her small, brown buds
were stiff with excitement.  She hadn't felt this way in years!
      
          	The drive was pleasant.  Joan had a nice new Lexus and Ken
did everything he could to keep out of her head.  He wasn't sure what
would happen if she zoned out while he spun her fantasies, but since
she was driving, he was sure it wouldn't be good.
      
          	They found an actual gate, complete with guard station,
when they got to the property.  When Joan pulled up, the guard
immediately tried to wave her off.
      
          	"This is private property, so please move along," the guy
said from the other side of the fence.  Ken didn't like his tone. 
Skimming his thoughts didn't help.  The guy was a rent-a-cop and while
Ken didn't have a problem with that, he was the bottom of the barrel
choice.   Ken could see the guy was lazy, incompetent and unpleasant. 
And those were his good qualities.
      
          	Joan picked up on his attitude as well.  Her voice turned
frosty and somewhat commanding.  "My real-estate agency is listing
this property.  Please let me in."

    	The guard was really unhappy.  Now he had to call in to find out
if the stupid bitch was lying.  "Wait here."

    	He took his sweet time getting back to them.  While he was on the
phone with the company, Joan was on the phone with her assistant
instructing her to look for a new security agency for the property. 
If this guy was an example of how they treated their customers, then
she wanted another company.  One thing Joan did not put up with was
incompetence or bullshit.

    	The guard didn't even come out of the little shack - he just
waved them through when the gate opened.

    	"I'm really sorry about that Ken," she said.

    	"It's not like it's your fault," he replied.

    	Her response was firm.  "It is, actually.  We're the ones
responsible for the property until it's sold.  We're the ones that
hired that idiot - if only indirectly."

    	Well, she had a strong sense of responsibility, Ken thought as
they pulled up to the front door.  The place was even bigger, and more
beautiful, than the pictures had shown.  Joan punched in the code to
get the key, opened the door and disarmed the alarm system.

    	Wow, thought Ken.  Joan was echoing his thoughts, but hid her
reaction better.  She'd seen a number of high end mansions, but this
was flat out amazing. They were standing in the entrance hall.  It had
two sets of steps that started on each side, then curved around to
meet at the top.  A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling and the
floor was beautifully done marble.

    	"The purchase price includes all the furnishings," she said
reading off the sheet.  This had to be the most unusual property she'd
ever represented.  "Anything you don't want can be sent to charity or
sold."

      	If this part of the house was this amazing, Ken wondered what
the rest of the house looked like.

    The answer was ... staggering.  First of all, Joan pulled out a map
- a fucking, honest to goodness map of the place.  Ken laughed at
that.  By the time they'd gone halfway through the first floor, he
wasn't laughing anymore.  There was a huge study with floor to ceiling
book shelves that were filled with books.  There was a fire place, a
desk, beautiful chairs a small wet bar and Goddess knew what else. 
They went through the kitchens - there were two, the dining rooms,
formal, breakfast and family, the game room, a living room, ball room
and after that Ken just walked around in wonder.  The place was
amazing.  The doors from the study opened onto a porch that had a hot
tub and a small swimming pool.  There was another pool that was much
bigger and enclosed which could be reached from a different hall.  The
enclosure had windows that could all be removed in the summer time. 
Ken shook his head in amazement.  They went up to the second floor. 
Each bedroom had a bath attached, and there were actually two wings. 
The family wing had more than five bedrooms and the Master bedroom
looked like it had more square footage than his house.  When he opened
the walk in closet/dressing rooms, he was sure of it.  He just stood
in the bathroom and gaped in wonder.  There was a hot tub at least as
big as the one in the hotel last weekend.  A shower area that was
bigger, two sinks topped with Italian marble, as was the heated floor,
a toilet and a bidet.  In the bedroom proper, there was a large screen
TV on the wall and a suite of electronic devices that made Ken's mouth
water.

    	Even though Ken was almost overcome by the opulence, Joan had
recovered.  She tried to stay in professional mode, but each visit to
a bedroom made her think of being stretched out on a bed getting
fucked.  Since the master bedroom was the last major room to visit,
she was eyeing the huge four poster bed and wondering what it would be
like to be tied to it. Ken finally focused his attention on Joan.  Her
musk and arousal were too strong to ignore and he wanted to know a
little more about her.

      	Joan was 42 and divorced with no children.  Her husband had
left her for a younger woman 4 years ago and, heart broken, she'd
thrown herself into her business.  She'd already been in real-estate
for five years prior to that, and had found she had a real talent for
it.  After Dan had left her, her sales skyrocketed and she managed to
wiggle her way into the high end market.  Once there, she moved to the
top position, and after a year had managed to list with enough clients
to open her own business.  She was hard working and single minded. 
She hadn't had sex with anyone since Dan.

    	Their sex life had been active.  She'd enjoyed herself, but often
felt that there was something lacking.  Not that he hadn't made her
cum - he had.  But he'd always been pretty passive and it turned Joan
off.  She realized after they'd split that she wanted someone who
could give as good as he got.  Maybe even someone who could control
her a little and let her sort of relax and get pulled along.

    	She knew absolutely nothing about BDSM and had never thought of
having sex with another woman.  She just craved sex with someone who
was not quite so wishy-washy.  Well, thought Ken, I can live with
that.

    	When he released her, she, of course, had no idea what he'd been
doing.  She started wondering what he'd think if she decided to leave
him alone in the house for a short time.  Like long enough for her to
find somewhere to get off.  She almost never masturbated, and she
hadn't felt this horny in years, but if she didn't do something about
it, she was going to rape her client.  Definitely not good business
practice.  Ken smiled and decided to try something.

    	Joan turned to look at Ken and found him standing far closer to
her than she'd thought.  She was five eight, in her three inch heels,
but Ken was six foot tall and she found herself looking at his chest. 
Wanting to run her hands over it.  So she did.

    	Ken looked down at her as she ran her hands over his t-shirt,
tweaking his nipples a bit.  She looked up at him and he bent to kiss
her.  Joan moaned into the kiss as his big hands wrapped around her
arms.  It didn't take long for them to make their way to the bed where
he quickly removed her suit top, then her shirt and bra.  Her breasts
sagged a bit, but they weren't very big so they didn't sag much.  He
took them in his hands and squeezed.  Joan moaned her approval while
his thumbs rubbed her thickening nipples.  Pushing her back on the
bed, he pushed up her skirt, then pulled down her soaked pantyhose and
panties.  She was completely untrimmed, her hair dark and matted with
her juices.  Her scent went right to his cock, making the hard rod
throb with excitement.  Ken pulled her pantyhose and panties off one
foot and spread her wide.  She was happy to oblige, especially when
she felt his tongue sliding between her hairy lips.  She was soaked
down there, a testament to how excited she'd been since Ken had
entered her office.  One, then two fingers entered her snatch, the
long digits pressing something inside her that made her moan.  She
went off like a rocket when he sucked her clit while stroking her G
spot.  He didn't let her rest, but pushed her over the edge again.

She pulled his head from between her legs and kissed him, tasting her
own cunt for the first time.  It tasted good to her.

"Your cock," she said, pulling up his shirt and fumbling for his belt,
"I need your cock in me now."

Ken laughed, and flipped her over, putting one hand in the small of
her back to hold her that way.

"Now, now, it isn't polite to demand you know.  I'm afraid I'll have
to punish you a bit for that.  Unless you don't want that cock you
were asking for."

She groaned.  Oh god, this was what she needed.  Someone who wasn't
afraid to push her a little.  Who wouldn't give in to every little
thing she wanted.  She heard his belt slip from his pants, and her
breath quickened.  He wouldn't really spank her, of course, but the
thought was exciting.

Smack.  She jumped and moaned louder.  Shit, he really would spank
her!  Oh god the fire went right to her clit.  Another smack followed
that one, then another.  She was writhing and begging for his cock
now.  Ken wasn't hitting her hard at all.  Just enough to warm her up
a bit.  He was pleased with her reaction though, she was really
getting off.

Smack. "Tell me what you want," he demanded.
      
    	"Your cock," she answered.

    	Smack.  "Where?" he asked.  "Where do you want it?"

   	 Dare she say it?  No way.  "My pussy, I want it in my pussy," she
begged.

    	Ken knew that that wasn't where she really wanted it.  "Are you
sure?"  Smack, "You sure you want my cock in your pussy?  Or would you
like it somewhere else?"

    	Oh God how did he know?  Her ass was hit again.  It burned and
stung and made her clit buzz.

    	"Tell me again," he said, "where you want my cock."

    	She groaned and suffered through two more strikes of the belt. 
"My ass, my ASS!" she yelled as the belt hit a third time.

    	"Sounds good to me," said Ken.  He pushed into her pussy, coating
himself with her lube, then began working it into her asshole.  It was
a very tight fit, but oddly she felt very little pain.  He was huge
though, far bigger than her husband had been.  It took a while, and
she savored every delicious second of it, but finally he was in.  When
he diddled her clit, she came, her asshole clenching around the huge
pole.  He drove her though three more orgasms before he dumped his
load in her bowels.  She collapsed in a sweaty heap on the bed and
panted.

    	Joan shook her head.  She was alone in the room.  What the fuck? 
Ken poked his head into the bedroom and said, "You coming?"

    	More than slightly confused, she nodded and left the room.  Ken
smiled as he followed her thoughts.  Her body was satisfied - she
could even feel the tingling in her asshole where he'd just fucked
her.  Or where she'd just fantasized that he'd fucked her.  Or
something.  At least she could think now.  Her panties were soaked
through, as were her pantyhose.  She could smell herself and it was
starting to turn her on again.

    	They sat in the small dining room.

    	"So," she said, "what do you think?"

    	"I think it's all a bit overwhelming," replied Ken.  "I mean,
this place is huge.  I've never seen anything like it."

    	"Yes.  It's got about 20 thousand square feet.  The price is ten
million dollars," she said, "and since it's essentially an estate
sale, with no relatives involved, we can move fairly quickly."  She
paused, "If you want it."

    	"Oh, I want it alright." he replied.  "However, there's someone
else I'd like to see it as well.  Do you think we could come back
tonight for another look?"

    	For the kind of money she'd be making from the sale, they could
come back at five in the morning for all she cared.  "Of course.  Do
you know what time?"  But someone else?  Shit!  Did that mean he was
married?  There was no ring - aside from that one on his forefinger.

    	"Well, let me make a call."

    	Jane picked up her phone,   "Hello?"

    	"Hi," he said, "it's me."

    	"Hi," her voice did all sorts of interesting things to his
libido.  Unlike Joan, he hadn't cum.  It seemed like he'd only
absorbed a little of the energy though so perhaps it took a lot of
energy to create a fantasy like that.  No matter, Joan was still
pretty horny and was giving off quite a lot.

    	"What time you get off tonight?" he asked, looking at his watch. 
It was around 2pm now.

    	"I'll be at the house by 4.  Is that OK?"

    	"Yup.  I have something I want to show you."

    	Her answering purr made his pants bulge.  "Sounds like fun.  Will
it involve ropes?"

    	Ken smiled, "No, but it will involve a blindfold.  Sound good?"

    	"Yes Master," came the throaty reply.  No doubt about it.  He
needed to cum.  Joan was also caught up in his tide of lust and her
arousal was rapidly approaching the level it had been before.  Her
panties were sopping wet - literally soaked.

      	They rode out toward the gate and had to stop, since when they
guard saw them coming he made them wait before hauling his lazy ass
out of the station.
      
      	"I hope he can find another job," Joan commented, "because he'd
better not be here tonight."
      
      	They talked on the drive back and Joan explained what would
happen next.  Ken was pretty sure that he wanted the place.  Joan
explained that it was a total steal without going into the strange
circumstances that surrounded its sale.
      
      	Ken assured her that even if they didn't want this place, he
was in the market for something like it.  He was very interested in it
- interested enough to leave a sizeable deposited for Joan to get the
paperwork started.
      
      	That made Joan happy.  She had some things to deal with, but
the terms of the sale would make the transfer of title very easy.  Not
to mention the fact that she had some connections, which would speed
things up even more.  Once she had the contact information for his
accountant, she was all set.
      
      	They arrived at the office and shook hands.  Ken told her he'd
meet her at the gate to the mansion at 5pm and they parted.  Ken
touched her mind and saw that Joan was all business now.  She was
ignoring the continued signals coming from between her legs so that
she could begin getting things set up.  If all went well, she could
close this sale tonight.  The income would be very nice for her
business, that was for sure.
      
      	He had no sooner swung onto the highway, when Jane called.
      
      	"Sir," she said, "we have a bit of a problem."
      
      	"Oh?"
      
      	"Yes Sir.  It's about Genie..."
      
End part 16

Once again, I'd like to thank MWTB for the second pair of eyes!

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