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Story codes: MF, MFf, Ff, Fmmmm, blackmail, Piercing

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


I was sitting at the bar in "The" place to be in town if you are
out looking to have a good time or just hoping to get noticed by
someone of the opposite sex. I would probably not normally have
even been allowed into a "happening" place like this. The first
word that people thought of to describe me was not cool. I was
here because the owner had been my roommate, best friend and
mentor in college, and he was still a very good friend. And I was
here because I was responsible for everything that was computer
related in the club. And that was pretty much everything. Even
the drinks were dispensed by a computer.

 I was only here because there had been a problem. I had been
assured by the owner, Phil, that I was welcome any time. I knew
that he meant it. But I was not the kind of person that they
wanted in their club, and that was fine with me, I didn't enjoy
loud, smoke filled rooms and pretentious, desperate people trying
so hard to have a good time.

I had come over when Phil called a little while ago and I had
quickly straightened out a little glitch in his software. He had
insisted that I have a drink on him before I left. So I was
sitting at the bar, sipping on a cold beer and watching all of
the beautiful people and being thankful that I wasn't one of
them.

I had been just about to leave when I noticed a woman I knew
sitting with a couple of her girlfriends at a nearby table. She
would not have recognized me, and we were not friends. We had
met, or at least we had shared some classes, in college. But she
had been one of the in-crowd, whereas I had no crowd. She had
been a popular cheerleader and bona fide A-list member. I was
just an average guy making my way through college. I was a lot
more comfortable with my studies than with people.

I was not a member of any crowd. I don't mean to imply that I was
a total spaz, but I wasn't much of a jock either. I played on a
couple of teams in high school and college, but I was normally
found safely out of the way and keeping the bench nice and warm.


I was a very good student, but not a nerd. My biggest problem,
the one that had followed me all through school, was that I
lacked self confidence and the social graces. But thanks to Phil,
I started to come out of my shell in college. Actually, it was
more like he dragged me out of my shell. He was a good guy and a
good friend. I owe my success now to Phil and the way he helped
me mature at school.

The reason that I remembered Karen was that I had made the
mistake of asking her out one day. We had never really talked. We
had said hello or nodded from time to time around campus. We
shared some classes and she was at least aware of me. She seemed
nice, she was certainly very attractive and way out of my league
and it took Phil a few weeks to undo the damage she did to my
fragile ego when I asked her out and she laughed right in my face
and joked loudly about it with one of her girl friends.

Don't get the wrong impression, I am not ugly. In fact, I am not
bad looking at all. I just had a self esteem problem growing up.
Not unusual I find now. I probably would have gotten over it
eventually, but with Phil's help I got over it early enough to
enjoy my years in college and I have a lot of good memories from
those years. Karen is not one of them.

I graduated nearly three years ago and I still get teased about
Karen by my close friends. They even go so far as to keep me up
to date on her life. I was told when she became engaged to and
then married Rob Stark. And recently there was a spate of jokes
at my expense when Rob's National Guard unit was called to active
duty and sent to Iraq. Because obviously the way was now clear
for me to move in.

It was just a running joke and it didn't bother me. But I have to
admit that deep down, I held a grudge against Karen, and if I had
the chance to take her down a peg or two, I would have gotten a
kick out of it. But I didn't stalk her, or actually think about
her at all except when my friends brought her up to tease me.
What are friends for if not to rub your nose in one of your
greatest embarrassments?

So, I had not paid much attention to Karen, and I did not
particularly care that she was there, close enough to hit with an
empty beer bottle. She did still look hot though, and I couldn't
help watching her as guys took her out to the floor and she
bounced around in her revealing little outfit looking sexy as
hell.

I saw Karen accept an offer to join a guy at a table with one of
his friends and then he came over to the bar to get them a drink.
I also saw the guy put something in her drink. Now the dilemma,
do I tell Karen that she is about to be drugged? It isn't that I
care that much if something bad happens to her. In fact, the idea
of it tickles the hell out of me.

But I wouldn't want her getting hurt. I don't know the guys that
she is sitting with. They look like any two guys that are out
cruising a club and trying to get laid. The room was full of them
and they were all pretty much interchangeable as far as I could
tell.

I am not sure why I didn't just finish my beer and leave. It may
be that I wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt. But I am
afraid that the honest answer is that it was much more likely
that I wanted to see her get just a little payback.

I ordered another beer and watched discretely. I saw the
difference when the roofies began to have an effect on her. I
suddenly remembered the small, low light camera that I had in my
little tool bag and I took it out and took a few pictures as the
guy that had drugged Karen pulled her chair closer to his own and
put his arm around her.

I looked over to the table that Karen had been sitting at with
her girlfriends and they had all gone. Karen was on her own and
she was about to have a lot more of a good time than she had
bargained for.

I took pictures every now and then so that they showed the
progression as Karen came under the control of the drugs she had
ingested and the man that had drugged her. His arm was still
around her shoulder, holding her close as he talked to her, and
his hand began to rest on and then caress her breast. I could see
from the nearly vacant look on her face that she wasn't even
aware of it.

The man brought his other hand up and slowly, gently, he began to
unbutton the top few buttons on her dress until it was gaping
open several inches below her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra
and his hand reached inside her dress and moved over her breasts
while he turned to his friend and joked about what he was doing.
I saw him pull her dress open and show his friend her lovely
breasts. He didn't even look around to see if he was being
observed. 

After enjoying her breasts for a few minutes his arm moved down
and reached under the table and Karen hardly reacted at all when
his hand came to rest between her thighs and began to rub across
the tightly stretched crotch panel of her underwear.

If I had been able to get closer and use a flash I would have
gotten some really exciting shots, but the ones I was getting
left nothing to the imagination.

I observed the men with Karen getting ready to leave and I
grabbed my tool bag and, after getting a couple of pictures of
them leaving, I rushed around them and beat them out to the
parking lot. I still was not sure what I was going to do. I had
no desire to save Karen from a "fate worse than death," and I
guess that what I did would depend on what the men with Karen
did. I suppose, if nothing else, I could follow them and make
sure that what befell Karen was only a "fate worse than death,"
and not an actual death.

That turned out to be unnecessary. The men were guiding her,
well, nearly carrying her actually, when they came out of the
club. But instead of getting in a vehicle, they led her around to
the alley in back of the club. 

I followed at a safe distance and took more pictures as she was
undressed and then both of the men that had been with her in the
club bent her over a stack of empty cardboard boxes. At first
they bent down behind her and spread her legs and the cheeks of
her ass and explored her pussy and her ass, making one crude joke
after another. They were pretty rough with her, but they didn't
seem like they were doing anything that would damage her. Then
they stood up and took turns fucking her.

They tried to fuck her at both ends. The one that was not in her
pussy kept trying to force his hard cock into her mouth, rubbing
it all over her face and forcing it between her lips. But either
they couldn't keep her teeth off their cocks, or her lack of
response was less than stimulating, because they eventually gave
up. Still, I got some good pictures before they quit trying. 

From where I was hiding to take the pictures you could not tell
that she was not a willing participant. She had stood on her own,
although she weaved around a bit, and allowed the two young men
to undress her and kiss her and feel her up. She did not object
when they pushed her over a waist high stack of boxes and took
turns fucking her, twice each. Then they just pulled their pants
up and walked away, leaving her like that.

I waited until they had gone and then I got closer and took some
pictures. I got some close-ups, using my flash now, of her
dilated pussy and the small river of cum dripping out of it and
running down her thighs. I helped her to stand upright and got
some good full frontal pictures. There was no denying that she
was beautiful. I had intended to leave her face out of the
pictures, but she had a silly, shit eating grin on her face that
made it look like she was proud of herself for what had just
happened. With the pictures I had taken inside and the ones I had
taken in the alley I had nearly two hundred pictures.

I looked around for something to clean her off with. I couldn't
leave her here like this, but I didn't want her sitting in my car
with all of that cum leaking out of her either. I was going to
use her panties, but I spotted a pile of old clothes near a
dumpster and used a few of them to wipe her crotch and her thighs
clean. Then I helped her back into her underwear and her dress.

I grabbed her purse and my tool bag and helped her to my car. I
tried asking her where she lived, but she was too far gone. I
went through her purse and found her driver's license and got
what I hoped was her current address and drove her home. The
address was easy to find, it was less than a mile from my house.

When we got there I used her keys to open the door, so I figured
it was a safe bet that she lived here. I put her to bed, fully
dressed, and then I started to leave. I don't know why, but
before I left I started looking around, curious about the girl
that had embarrassed me so, and in as much as she had made me the
butt of a long running joke among my friends, she had a
continuing, if negligible effect on my life. 

I looked around the house and noticed that there was not a single
book. There were a few magazines, Cosmo, and some of the major
style magazines. She kept up with fashion, but that was
apparently all that she read. 

I noticed that the computer was on and I moved the mouse to see
what would appear when it came awake. The desktop told me
nothing, it was the standard Microsoft desktop. I checked her
email and made a note of her email address. There was nothing
much in her email. Most of her emails were from her girlfriends,
a few were from Rob in Iraq. 

I checked out her browser and the last few sites that she had
visited were either about shopping for clothing, or about
celebrities. All in all, Karen seemed to be a very shallow
person.

I returned her computer to standby and started to get up, but
then I had a sudden inspiration and I slipped an empty disk into
the drive and copied her address book. Then I put her computer
back on standby again and quietly left. I drove home and checked
that I had no messages, no desperate cries for help from clients,
and checked my own email and went to bed early. I had a little
trouble falling asleep though. Pictures of the beautiful young
Karen being raped in an alley danced in my head. 

The next day was Saturday and I got up early enough to have a
quick breakfast and do my yard work before it got too hot. Then I
went inside and got cleaned up and did some reading, the
continuing education type. In this business, you really have to
keep up with advances or you get left behind quickly. I read for
a couple of hours and then I noticed my tool bag and remembered
the camera.

I got up and got my camera and took it into my computer room. I
hooked it up to the computer and downloaded the pictures and then
I started going through them. The first ones, in the club, came
out much better than I had hoped for. They were mostly clear and
focused, which was a miracle since the camera had been in my lap
the entire time and the club had been pretty dark.

The pictures I had taken outside though, those turned out great.
I would have killed for a telephoto lens, but the zoom on the
camera brought it in close enough so that there was no doubt what
was happening, or to whom it was happening. It wasn't first rate
porn, but they were good enough to blackmail someone with, I
thought to myself jokingly.

As soon as I had that thought, I realized that I could, indeed,
use these pictures to blackmail Karen. That had never been my
intention. I thought that I might use them to humiliate her. Post
them somewhere that they might be spread around the net. Or print
them off and distribute them anonymously. But I was certainly
more financially secure than Karen was and I didn't even know her
husband, I certainly had no desire to hurt him.

I sat at my computer and looked at her hot body and saw the
pictures of those cocks rubbing over her pretty face and the men
forcing themselves into her pussy and fucking her so frantically
in that back alley, and I thought back to that cruel look on her
face when she had laughed so hard and long when I had committed
the unpardonable sin in college of thinking that she was nice and
asking her out.

I suddenly realized that there was a side of me coming out that I
didn't even know existed. I was actually contemplating
blackmailing Karen into having sex with me.

I shut down my computer and went and got a beer out of the
refrigerator and sat down in the living room. I hadn't read
today's paper yet and I picked it up and sipped on my beer and
stared at the headlines.

I didn't read the paper though. I just kept picturing that bitch
getting raped last night and thinking about how turned on I had
gotten when I watched. Yes, I know, that makes me a bad man.
Sorry, can't help it. I still think that she had it coming.

I wondered what went through her mind when she finally woke up.
What did she think when she found herself awake in her bed, fully
dressed and her underwear full of cum. The last thing that she
remembered would be dancing with some hot guy last night.

I am not sure if I had a plan. No, that isn't quite true. At that
point I didn't have anything in mind. I just planned to fuck with
her mind, torment her a little. I went to my computer and signed
up for a new Hotmail account. It was an address that I would use
only to torment her for a few days, <a
href="mailto:karenscrewedup@hotmail.com">karenscrewedup@hotmail.c
om</a>.

Once the account was active I sent Karen an email. It contained
no text. There were just a half a dozen pictures of Karen and the
two men at the table last night. There were four pictures of a
man unbuttoning the top of her dress and sticking his hand inside
and squeezing her tits. And there were two pictures of his hand
rubbing her panties.

I sent the pictures and then I went back to the living room and
forced myself to read the paper. I had no way of knowing how
often she checked her email. But I assumed it would be pretty
often since she would be looking for an email from her husband.
But if she did reply, I wanted her to stew for a while, before I
sent her some more pictures.

I read the paper and a friend dropped by and we talked for a
while. After my friend left I had an early supper and finally I
went to check my email. I had half expected that Karen would not
respond to my email, but she had. There was a long, frantic email
from her, asking who I was and begging to know what had happened
to her.

I guess that I am not nearly as nice a man as I thought I was,
because I took great pleasure in her discomfort. I realized from
the content of her email that I suddenly had a great deal of
power over Karen. Now I had to decide what I wanted to do with
it. I hadn't really had any plans for her; I was just going with
the flow here.

My first thought was that I should make her wait longer, string
out her suffering. I noticed that her response to my email had
been sent more than an hour ago. I decided that instead of
answering just yet, I would send her a few more pictures.

I sent her a couple more from inside the club. One of the
pictures showed her being kissed, and apparently returning that
kiss. Another was a picture of the man who had drugged her; he
was pulling her dress open and showing his friend how nice her
breasts were. I sent her another picture that showed them walking
out together with the two men holding her ass as they threaded
their way through the bar. The last picture I included showed her
walking out of the club with them and since I had been so far
away the expression on her face wasn't clear, but it was obvious
that she was leaving with them of her own free will. 

I emailed the pictures to her, again with no text.

She must have been sitting at her computer, probably waiting for
my response to her email. In minutes I received another email
from her. The wording was nearly the same in this one, except
this time she was being a little more obnoxious, demanding to
know who I was and who the men in the picture were.

I let her stew for a while. I answered my email, which like most
people consisted of forwarding jokes and deleting spam. I checked
on a few professional web sites that I check regularly. I did
another search for a used book that I have been looking for, a
history of the 106th Infantry Division in World War II. I had
finally found one, but before I bought it I wanted try to find
one in better condition.

I finally went back to my email and thought about whether to
answer Karen tonight or wait until tomorrow. I was as anxious to
continue tormenting her as she was to find out what had happened
to her. But I decided that the best way to get the most pleasure
out of this was to leave her hanging. I shut down my computer and
went downstairs. I watched a little television news and then I
went to bed. 

I fought the urge to go to the computer and restart the dialog
with Karen, and simply went to bed. I lay in bed for a long time
and thought about just where I wanted to take this. What sort of
retribution did my ego demand for an offense that took place
nearly seven years ago and in the scheme of things had not been
all that important? It might have been more traumatic if I had
not had Phil there to put things in perspective, but he was there
and I had gotten over the humiliation in fairly short order.

I started to realize that this wasn't about revenge at all. This
was about power, and how erotic it could be. So what did I want
to do with the power that it seemed that I now had over Karen? As
I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come I must admit that some
pretty bizarre scenarios went through my mind. I finally had to
turn my light back on and read for a while to get my mind off of
it. I read enough to get Karen out of my mind and went to sleep
happily thinking about the allies attacking the Italian mainland
in WWII.

The first thing in the morning I went to the kitchen and made
coffee, which on most days is my entire breakfast, and then went
to the computer and turned it on. There were two new emails from
Karen. The first was a furious venting, obviously not well
thought out and unlikely to convince anyone to come to the
conclusion that they should stop toying with her and be
forthcoming. 

Her second email apologized for the first and tried to elicit
sympathy for her in her hour of need. She begged me to tell her
who I was and what had happened to her. She could remember
nothing of that night and the things that she had learned the
next morning about what had happened to her were extremely
disturbing to her. She even sent me her phone number and begged
me to call her. As if I could get her email address and not be
aware of her number.

I sent a response finally. I sent her pictures of the two men
undressing her and feeling her up as she stood passively. And
finally I included a couple of the money shots. A picture of her
with one of the men fucking her, and another with her lips
wrapped around the other guy's big cock. I still included no
text. I can only imagine how infuriating it must have been. I
wish I could have been watching when she opened it.

After I sent her the email I went through my other emails, but
before I had finished with the first one I received a response
from Karen. I wondered if she had been sitting there all night
waiting for my response. I went ahead with my other emails and
then read her response.

She was pleading with me to answer her questions. But I had one
last batch of pictures I wanted to send first. The pictures that
I had taken after the two men left the alley. They were the
pictures of her pussy with fresh cum dripping out of it and
running down her thighs. I thought about waiting an hour or two,
but I was going to have to make up my mind what I wanted out of
this, so it was time to get to the next step in my little game. I
emailed her the last few pictures and I could just imagine her
face when she saw them.

Her response was immediate. She promised me almost anything if I
would just talk to her. But I had decided that it would be a
while before we spoke, or before I revealed that I was the one
behind the camera. 

I first sent her an email with her address book in it. No
threats, no nothing, just names and addresses. Her husband's
email address in Iraq, her parents address, her brothers and
sister, I even recognized the names of a few girls from back in
college.

The response time was longer this time. I was just about to leave
the room when I received another email from her. It only said,
"What do you want from me?"

Could it be this easy? Was she actually giving up this easily,
and how far was she willing to go?

I thought about it and decided to have a little fun with her for
a while. I told her to put on her most revealing skirt and
blouse, no underwear, and go to the food court at the mall at
11:45. She was to get a drink and sit with her legs spread wide
for one half hour. She was to sit in a seat that would make it
easy for people to see her. I would be watching and I would
decide whether or not she was making a good faith effort to
comply with the spirit of my orders. 

While she was there she was not to read or keep her head down.
She was to look around at the other customers and meet their
gaze. She did not have to let herself be picked up, this time,
but she had to be polite to anyone that spoke to her. 

I took a quick shower and got to the mall at 11:30 and found a
seat that gave me a pretty good view of the food court. I bought
a large drink and a sandwich and waited.

I finally saw Karen walk in at exactly 11:45 and walk to one of
the vendors and buy a drink. She was wearing a tiny little black
skirt that just barely covered her cute ass, and a white blouse
that was thin enough that I could see the outline of her darker
colored nipples as she walked in. It was obvious that she was not
wearing a bra. She looked around and picked out a table that was
near the center and sat on one of the narrow aisles. I realized
that this had not been very well thought out. Because of how
crowded together everything was, only the people who were
occupying a very few tables would have a view of Karen, those
people and the few lucky souls who walked down the aisle past her
of course.

I watched as she sat down, her face was bright red. She looked
around, trying to figure out who her tormentor was. I had a book
in front of me and tried to look like I was reading. I didn't
have a good angle to see her legs, but I could see that she had
her legs spread about a foot apart, which caused her tiny skirt
to slide up to the point that her pussy was nearly totally
uncovered. She was certainly complying with the spirit of my
order.

It wasn't long before things got interesting. Three teenage boys
sat down near her and as teenage boys will do, they checked out
the females in the room. They spotted Karen right away. And as
soon as they spotted her they noticed her wide spread legs. I saw
their faces light up when they became aware of her exposed pussy.
And I saw her face as she saw them become aware of it. I have
never seen a face turn that red before. It must have been as red
as mine was when she reacted with ridicule to my asking her for a
date in college.

Her eyes met the eyes of the teenage boys and she didn't look
away. So they knew that she was exposing herself on purpose.
Their reaction was as immature as you might expect. They made
crude comments and jabbed at each other and pointed at Karen. One
of them got really brave and pulled out his cell phone and moved
closer and took several pictures of her exposed pussy. When he
got away with it, his friends did the same thing. This drew the
attention of a few other customers who were sitting nearby. 

I saw a teenage couple glance at her, and then gape at her. The
male half of the couple was really going to be in trouble when
his girlfriend got him out of there. He couldn't stop staring,
and believe me; she tried to get him to.

I saw an older couple in their late thirties spot her because of
the commotion and they seemed to be amused. I also noticed two
older black men get up from their table and move closer to get a
better view. And through it all, Karen sat with her legs spread
and gazed around the room. 

Her face was as red as a fire truck the entire time, but she
never closed her legs. As she looked around her gaze passed over
me several times, but I could always tell when her gaze was
working it's way over to my area and I looked down to my book
until she passed on, searching the face of everyone in the food
court for the identity of her tormentor. She might have had
better luck if she had looked under my table instead of trying to
spot a reaction on my face, because the reaction under the table
was remarkable. From the moment she had taken her seat until the
moment she left the food court, I had an incredible erection. I
was surprised at how much this was turning me on.

I had told her that she had to remain sitting like that, exposed
to the other customers, until a half hour had passed. But she was
so intent on finding the person that was responsible for her
being there that she stayed almost ten extra minutes before she
closed her legs and stood up to leave.

She took one last look around and then walked quickly out of the
food court. The three teenage boys followed her, but she was
under no obligation to entertain them any further and I imagine
that she rushed to her car and drove home.

I had to wait several minutes for my hardon to go away before I
could leave.

I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and then I went
home and put away my groceries. When I got home I found that I
had an emergency message from one of my larger clients. 

Several of the local banks were clients of mine. While the actual
hours that a bank is open may leave something to be desired for
the bank customers, the amount of work that is done by the people
that process the transactions overnight and on weekends is huge.


Whenever there is a problem, I am on call 24/7. Fortunately, when
I get these emergency calls it is normally a case of operator
headspace maladjustment and I can go in and find the problem and
fix it in ten minutes. I don't usually fix it in ten minutes; I
don't want to make what I do look too easy. I usually screw
around and spend a little over an hour so that it looks like I
had to actually work. It helps when it comes time to prepare my
bill.

It was a beautiful day so I got on the Harley and rode down to
the processing center and as usual the problem was a poorly
trained and not too bright employee in data processing screwing
everything up. I straightened out the problem and showed the
operator what she was doing wrong. Training these people wasn't
part of my job, but if I didn't want to spend my life fixing
things that weren't broken then I had to try to educate the
people running the systems.

I worked just enough more than an hour to be able to bill for a
second hour and went out for a cheeseburger at my favorite biker
bar. There is a place down by the river that has a deck out over
the water and on nice days, especially on weekends, it is a very
popular place. Today was a perfect example of that. The parking
lot was full of beautiful, expensive bikes. 

I went in and although there weren't any empty tables on the
deck, I found a seat with a friend at his table and just sat out
there and watched the people and watched the bikes coming and
going. 

While I was waiting for my hamburger I heard about the great show
that I had just missed. Some guy had come in with a mother and
her teenaged daughter and the two women both had their nipples
pierced right out there on the deck in front of everyone. Then
two guys had fucked the mother right over there as she bent over
the railing!

I always miss out on the good shows like that!

It took a while, but I finally got my burger and after eating and
washing it down with a beer I went home to check my email.

I put the bike in the garage and went in and fired up the
computer. Karen must be frantic; I had three messages from her.
The first had been sent shortly after she had left the mall. She
was begging me to call her, to tell her what had happened, to
destroy those pictures.

When she had not gotten a response to her first email she had
written again, offering me anything in exchange for destroying
those incriminating photographs. 

The final email had just come in before I turned on my computer.
The lack of a response from me was driving her crazy. She
promised me anything, sex, money, whatever I wanted, as long as I
didn't ruin her life, her marriage.

The punishment that I had already extracted from her had far
exceeded an appropriate response to the humiliation she had
inflicted on me so many years ago. It is highly unlikely that she
even remembered who I was. If I was to tell her about that moment
that had been so profoundly hurtful to me at the time, she would
probably not even remember it. 

I didn't even know what kind of person that she was now. She had
obviously matured and may have become a very nice person. What I
was doing was all out of proportion to what she had done to me
back in college.

But it wasn't about that anymore. I had to admit, tormenting her
like this was really turning me on. I probably wouldn't be doing
this if it had been any other woman but her in that club on
Friday night. I am reasonable sure that I would have gone up to a
strange woman if I had seen someone drug her drink and I would
have told her what had happened. Or, if I had left a club and
seen an obviously drugged woman being taken into an alley by two
men I would have interfered. 

I let it happen to Karen because of who she had been and what she
had done. But what I was doing now, what I was contemplating
doing in the future, these things had nothing to do with the
past. I was taking advantage of this situation now because it
turned me on. I was enjoying tormenting and embarrassing her. 

I had not decided what to do with her next. But I knew one thing;
I was getting horny as hell. I couldn't keep doing these things
to her without getting some relief soon. There were a couple of
young women that I dated from time to time, and our relationships
were really nothing more than relief valves for both of us. But
there is that dance that you have to do with a woman before you
can have sex. You have to take her out and wine her and dine her
and make her feel good about herself. It's a charade, and you
both know it. But it is a necessary charade. 

Instead, I decided that it was time to see just how sincere Karen
was, and just how desperate she was. I carefully worded an email,
after thinking about what would be the best way to do this
without revealing my identity, at least not yet. I included
several more pictures from Friday night and I asked her if she
was serious about being willing to do "anything" for me in
exchange for keeping those photographs private. I sent the email
and almost immediately received a one word answer, "Yes."

I grinned, and it must have been an evil grin. After all, what I
was planning was terrible. I had every intention of blackmailing
Karen and seeing if I could turn her into a sex slave until her
husband returned from Iraq. 

That had not been my original intention. But it had quickly
evolved. I can't say that I was doing it without some nagging
from my conscience, but as the hours passed and I got more
involved in my little game, and as I contemplated how much fun it
would be to have access to Karen's beautiful little body, that
nagging conscience was getting easier and easier to ignore.

Karen had been a blonde in college. But her hair had returned to
her original light brown color now. Or at least I am assuming
that was the original color. She was about 5'2" and probably
weighed about 110 lbs. She was slender, with a nearly perfect
body and long, shapely legs. 

She had small breasts, probably an A cup, certainly no more than
just barely a B cup. But that was fine with me. I have always
been attracted to small breasted women. To me, small breasts seem
more feminine, more petite. That isn't to say that I would ignore
a set of large breasts leading some woman down the street, but if
I were to choose a woman based only on her breast size, and I
don't, I would choose a woman with smaller breasts.

I sent her another email. I told her that she was to put on a
dress, no underwear, and walk to the park that was several blocks
from her home. She was to stand near the bandstand and wait for
me. I promised her that she would not be harmed, and I reminded
her that it was I who had taken her home after she had been
unfaithful to her husband on Friday night. If I had wanted to
harm her, I could have done it then.

I told her to stand with her back towards the parking lot and
that I would approach her from the back when I arrived. I was not
ready to have her see me yet, though I doubted that she would
recognize me. Still, I was enjoying the idea that she had no idea
who was doing this to her.

I ordered her to wait for me to come up behind her and that she
was not to look around or I would leave and start emailing
pictures of her all over the world.

I asked her if she agreed to comply with my instructions and she
sent back another one word email, "Yes."

I went to my bedroom and grabbed the blindfold that I sometimes
wear when I have been working all night and I have to sleep
during the day. I got in my car, rushed to the park, and parked
in the parking lot before she could get there on foot. 

It was a very nice Sunday afternoon and there were quite a few
couples walking around the park or sitting on the grass and
relaxing. But I didn't see anyone on or near the bandstand at the
moment.

I watched as Karen entered the park and without looking around
walked over and stood near the bandstand and faced out into the
park. I let her stand for a moment as I watched her. She was
really beautiful. It was obvious even from the back. I let her
stand that way and I saw that she was staring straight ahead as I
had ordered.

I got out of the car and walked down the path and came up behind
her. She heard me, but she didn't turn around or even speak. She
waited for me to do something, or say something. 

I stared at her for a moment. She was wearing a light sundress,
not anything inordinately sexy, just a light, summery dress. But
I suppose that everything she wore must look sexy on her. I stood
three feet behind her for a moment, and then I said quietly, "I
am not ready for you to see me yet. I am going to put a blindfold
over your eyes. I promised you that I wouldn't harm you, and I
won't. But that is the only promise that I am making to you. Do
you understand?"

She nodded and I stepped up closer behind her and slid the
blindfold over her eyes and made sure that it was in place. Then
I stepped back again and watched her for a moment. She was
beautiful, but it was her helplessness, her surrender that was
turning me on.

I had never experienced that with another woman. I had made love
to, or had sex with, quite a few women since Phil took me under
his wing and dragged me out of my shell. But my sexual encounters
had all been a mutual agreement, a tacit coming together to enjoy
each other's company, and each other's body for a brief sexual
encounter intended to provide sexual satisfaction to both
parties. That is definitely not what this was.

She was nervous, and the silence and the darkness were making it
worse. When I didn't immediately begin to speak, or to molest
her, she seemed to grow more nervous. Finally she quietly asked
for permission to speak.

"Go ahead," I said.

"Do I know you?" she asked.

"We have met," I answered. "But it was a long time ago and I
doubt if you would remember me."

She was silent for a moment and then she asked, "Did you rape me
on Friday night?"

"No," I answered, and the truth of my answer must have been
obvious in my voice, because she seemed to accept it.

"Do you know those men?" she continued trying to find out what
happened.

"No, I never saw them before that night," I answered.

"But you know what happened? Don't you? You know that one of them
must have drugged me and you know that they raped me in that
alley, don't you?"

"Yes," I answered. "I saw you in the club. I saw you dancing with
one of them and I was sitting at the bar when he came up and got
your drinks. I saw him slip the drugs into your drink. And I
suppose that if it had been anyone but you I would have
interfered. I would have said something to you, or kicked his
ass, but not you."

"Why not me, what did I do to you?" she asked, and it sounded
like she was going to start crying. 

"Calm down," I said quietly. "Take a deep breath."

I watched her as she followed my instructions. When she had
regained her composure I said, "I do have something that happened
in our past that I hold against you. But to be honest, that is
not why I am doing this. It was not my intention to blackmail you
or torment you when I took those pictures. But I find, now that I
have this power over you, it turns me the fuck on. It is now my
intention to abuse and humiliate you until your husband returns
from overseas."

She sobbed then and said, "Please, I don't deserve this! Just
tell me what you want. Do what you are going to do and let's get
this over with. But not like that, not for almost a year!"

I made note of the fact that she did not refuse. She begged, but
she didn't refuse.

"I may release you sooner," I said. But that was more to give her
hope than from any possibility that I might tire of using her
before her husband returned. "But for the immediate future, the
idea of using you really turns me on. Now lift the back of your
dress, I want to see your ass."

I had looked around and I knew that no one was near, and no one
was watching us. But she didn't know that, and I had already
forced her to exhibit herself in the food court at the mall. So
she had no idea who might be watching her now.

But she hesitated only a second before reaching back and lifting
the back of her dress up to her waist. She has a truly beautiful
ass, high and tight and firm and smooth. I am not a big fan of
anal sex, but if I was, her ass would be irresistible.

I stepped closer again and my hand gently caressed her exposed
ass for a moment before I let her drop her skirt back into place.
I told her how beautiful her ass was and then I said, "I am going
to guide you up onto the bandstand now. I am going to sit down
and get comfortable and you are going to kneel between my legs,
bare your breasts, and then you are going to suck my cock. I am
pretty horny, I have been looking at your pictures all weekend
and you really excite me. So I expect that I will cum pretty
quickly. Once I have cum in your mouth you will swallow, and then
I will let you know when it is alright to cover your breasts.

She didn't say a word. She didn't fight me as I took her arm. I
led her to the stairs that led up onto the bandstand and we
crossed it and I pulled my zipper down and pulled out my
semi-hard cock and sat down on the bench farthest from the
stairs. 

I guided Karen to her knees between my legs and then I watched as
she unbuttoned the top of her dress and exposed her beautiful
breasts. I touched them for a moment. I moved my finger tips over
them and teased her nipples. They seemed to be very sensitive and
she seemed to be fighting to keep from reacting. It occurred to
me that she had been married for more than a year and was
probably used to a regular sex life. Now her husband had been
gone for a couple of months, she might be nearly as horny as I
was.

I took my hands away from her breasts and she put her arms out.
They rested on my thighs and she followed my thighs up to my
exposed cock. She ran her hands over my cock, which became hard
immediately, and then she leaned down and took it into her mouth.


The heat from her touch was exciting, but when her hot, wet mouth
enveloped my cock it was all I could do to contain myself. I
almost came immediately. I made her stop what she was doing and
just hold me in her mouth for a minute. The sensations were
incredible, and they were accompanied by the fantastic view of
her bare breasts.

I finally got myself under control and told her to continue and
she went back to sucking me off. It was certainly not the most
enthusiastic blowjob that I had ever gotten. But I had not
expected that it would be. She was very good at it though, and
the fact that she was doing it against her will was making it so
much more exciting. 

I was just about to cum in her mouth when I heard a noise and
looked up to see two teenage boys, about fifteen or sixteen, who
had started up the steps of the bandstand and stopped when they
spotted us.

I saw the shocked look on their faces and I smiled at them. I put
my finger to my lips to indicate that they should remain quiet,
and then I waived them closer. They looked at each other and
shrugged and started to quietly come closer.

I put my hands on Karen's head, covering her ears to mask any
sounds the boys might make. When they were standing nearby, close
enough to touch us, I whispered that they should sit down and
watch. They moved closer to me and sat on either side of me and
saw now that Karen's breasts were exposed. One of them whispered,
"Holy shit!" 

Holy shit indeed, those small, beautiful mounds of soft female
flesh were well deserving of worship. I found this situation to
be so erotic that I couldn't control myself any longer. I gasped
in pleasure and began filling Karen's mouth with my hot cum. 

She handled it well. She didn't gag or choke and she didn't pull
away when I started to cum. She waited until I had finished and
then she swallowed and then she straightened out her back and
waited there on her knees between my legs. 

The look of awe on the faces of the two boys made me wish that I
had brought my camera. I ordered her not to move and I stood up
and moved behind her. I reached down and played with her breasts
for a moment and I quietly told her that she had done a very good
job, considering that she was doing it against her will.

She didn't say anything, just remained in place and permitted me
whatever liberties I wished to take. I had planned on going
slower than this. My intention had been to make her exhibit her
charms a few more times before going any farther. But I found the
situation irresistible. I indicated to one of the boys that he
should pull out his cock and take my place and he didn't
hesitate. 

Karen had to know that something was going on when she heard him
stand up and pull his cock out and slide over to sit in front of
her, because I was still standing behind her and manipulating her
breasts.

Her head snapped up and she whispered, "Who is that? Who is
there?"

I said, "That doesn't concern you. You just do what you are told.
After all, you don't have a choice, do you?"

I saw the surrender in her posture as she slumped and said,
"No."

The boys looked like their eyes were going to pop out of their
heads any second now. I put my hand on the back of Karen's head
and gently forced her forward again and she recognized the feel
of the boys cock on her lips. She groaned in despair, but she
opened her lips and took him into her mouth and began to suck him
off, if somewhat resignedly.

I straightened up and offered her breasts to the other boy and he
slid to his knees beside her and his hand began to roughly
squeeze and pull on her tits. I heard her groan in pain and I
calmed him down and told him to take it easy on her. 

He started to get himself under control and explore what may have
been the first pair of breasts he had ever touched. From the look
on his face I tended to believe that was the case. It was
probably the first blowjob that the boy that Karen was sucking
off had ever had too, because he came in less than two minutes!

I chuckled quietly as he tensed up and exploded in her mouth. She
dutifully swallowed his slimy mess and after he had begun to
relax she straightened up again and the boys quickly changed
places.

I kept expecting her to balk, to refuse, or at the very least to
plead with me to end this. But she never did. She sucked all
three of our cocks without protest, and allowed our hands to
wander her breasts freely while she worked.

After the second boy had cum in her mouth, and again it was over
very quickly, I helped her to her feet and I slowly lifted her
skirt to her waist and ordered her to spread her legs so that the
boys could enjoy a view of what I was certain was the first pussy
that they had ever seen.

One of them started to reach out and touch her, but then stopped
and looked at me. I nodded and said, "Sure, go ahead, but gently.
Don't hurt her."

He placed his hand over her pussy and cupped it for a moment
before exploring it, first outside, and then inside, with his
shaking fingers. As he moved his fingers over her, Karen gasped
from time to time. I suspected that even though she wanted
desperately not to react to their crude touch, her body had a
mind of its own, and it wanted to be touched.

After a couple of minutes I let the second boy explore her body
for a bit, then I thanked them for their help in training my new
slave. She groaned and sobbed quietly when I said that, but
didn't argue the point.

The boys offered their services at any time in the future that I
might have need of them and then they left. I let them leave
while I buttoned Karen's dress back up and covered her breasts,
reluctantly. Because they all lived in this area I thought that
there was a slight chance that they might know Karen, and I
wanted her to wonder who the boys had been.

I was hard again, from playing with her, humiliating her in front
of two boys, watching her provide oral service to two more
complete strangers. I was more than ready to climb between her
thighs now and explore that beautiful pussy. But I wasn't sure
how or where.

Should I remove the blindfold now? And assuming that she would
not recognize me, should I tell her who I was and why I had
allowed her to be raped? I looked around and saw that we were
alone now, so I led her down the stairs and to my car and helped
her in. 

When I opened her door and started to help her in she started to
say something. "Please, I don't....." Then she was quiet. I was
again amazed at how easily she surrendered to me.

I put her in the passenger seat and buckled her in and drove her
to my place. I parked in the garage and closed the garage door
before I let her out. I was not ready for her to know where she
was. She knew that she was not far from her home, because it had
only taken a few minutes to get here, but she didn't know where
she was and could not find it again.

I helped Karen out of the car and into the house. I stood her in
the middle of the living room and undressed her, and again she
offered not the slightest resistance. Once she was nude, it
didn't take long, she was wearing only her dress and her shoes, I
gently caressed her breasts and then worked my hand down to cup
the protruding mound at the apex of the thighs. 

There was the slightest catch in her breath when my hand touched
her. I held her there, feeling the heat from her body and I could
feel a shiver go through her as I just held her. I didn't know if
it was revulsion, my first impression, or if she was starting to
become aroused by her helpless situation. She had given in very
easily, or at least it seemed like she had to me.

I slowly inserted a finger into her tight little slit and I was
amazed at how wet she was. I was no expert on female physiology.
Like most men, beyond a basic knowledge I was lost when it came
to women. They were a large mystery to me. Still, I knew enough
to know that when a woman's nipples got hard, or when her pussy
began to lubricate, it did not necessarily mean that she was
aroused mentally. Those were purely physical reactions to
external stimuli as much as they were reactions to mental
stimulation. The fact that her nipples were stiff and her pussy
was soaking wet did not necessarily indicate that she was
aroused. I was beginning to wonder though.

I led Karen to the stairs and we went up to my bedroom. I laid
her on the bed and went to my closet and picked out four ties
that had been gifts and were so ugly that I would only wear them
to costume parties and I used them to secure her hands and feet
to the corners of the bed. I undressed and got on the bed with
her and began to kiss her and caress her and in a very short time
she was reacting to me. Her breathing was becoming labored and
her face, neck and chest were flushed, her nipples were stiff and
she was having a very difficult time staying quiet.

I began to work my way down her body with my lips and my tongue
until I had reached all the way down to her toes. I am not really
into toes, or feet, but I know that a lot of people find it
stimulating to have their feet and toes kissed and licked, and
they don't even realize it until someone does it to them for the
first time. Karen was apparently one of them. She reacted
strongly to my tongue on her toes and then she was so embarrassed
that she slowly moved her head back and forth and muttered, "No,
no, no, this is so wrong! I can't feel this!"

I knew that that was much more information than she wanted me to
have, and I couldn't help wondering even more just how much she
might be secretly enjoying being my little victim.

I began to kiss my way back up the insides of her thighs and as I
neared her vagina I saw that it was red and swollen, almost as if
she had already had sex! It was open and her bodies natural
lubricant was seeping out of her, more than I had ever seen come
out of a woman before. I paused with my mouth only six inches
from her pussy and stared in amazement. It was a truly beautiful
sight. Earlier, downstairs when I had undressed her, her pussy
had been a tight slit, tucked away between her thighs and nearly
hidden. 

Now, it was gaping and throbbing just like my cock was. She may
not have wanted to have these feelings, but she was obviously
very turned on. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to taste her. I
kissed her swollen mound and her hips surged up to meet my lips.

She groaned, though I was unsure if it was a moan of pleasure or
embarrassment. I kissed her several more times before I began to
explore with my tongue. I licked up a thick stream of her juices
that flowed right down to the crack of her cute little ass and
savored the taste of her. She moaned again as my tongue pushed
through her pussy lips and scooped up more of her juices, and
when I slid my tongue across her swollen clit she acted like I
had punched her stomach. She sucked her breath in and her stomach
contracted. I knew she hated that she couldn't control her
reactions, and that made it just that much more fun for me.

I began to eat her out, taking my time and teasing her with my
lips and tongue. She held out for a minute or two, but before
long she was getting very vocal. The heavy breathing, the
panting, they were music to my ears, but soon she was saying,
"Yes, god yes! That's so good, I love that. Oh god, please don't
stop. Oh Christ, I'm going to cum!" And then she did. Her hips
lifted off of the bed and pressed against my mouth and she came
loud and long. 

When she finally started to relax and come down from her sexual
high I resumed kissing her lightly all around her pubic area. I
avoided her clit, I just licked her slit and kissed the lips
around it, and my lips wandered up to kiss her flat stomach and
then I worked my way back down to her thighs and when she had
relaxed I started all over again, and it wasn't long before she
was talking to me again. But this time, when she said don't stop,
I did. I stopped and as she screamed at me to continue I got up
on my knees and moved over her and slid my hard, drooling cock
into her. 

As she felt me move over her and slide my cock into her hot wet
hole she started yelling again. "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Fuck
that feels good, Jesus Christ yes, fuck me god damn you. Rape
me!"

She was going nuts, and the sounds she was making were driving me
crazy, nearly as crazy as she sounded. She came twice more before
I finally couldn't control myself any more and I buried my cock
as deep in her pussy as I could and moved my hips around in a
circle, rubbing my pubic bone against her clit as I filled her
pussy with my cum. 

She came one final time and then she lay under me, crying
quietly. I was afraid I had hurt her somehow, but then she
whispered to me, "Jesus that was hot! It was never like that
before. I hate you!" 

I put an end to her quiet rant with a passionate kiss, which she
returned eagerly. It was a long time before I finally pulled my
soft cock out of her. She felt so good. Her pussy kept throbbing
gently and she was so tight, it felt like she was almost a
virgin. I don't have an extraordinary cock. Only a fraction over
seven inches long and I imagine that it is no thicker than
average, I haven't seen a lot of hardons, so I can only assume
that mine is pretty normal. I was wondering now if maybe Rob may
be just little bit under endowed.  They had been married for
quite a while, but this was one of the tightest pussies I had
ever had the pleasure of exploring.

I finally got up and untied her, but left the blindfold on for a
little while longer. I guided her to the bathroom and helped her
to the toilet seat. I saw the blush return to her face as she let
loose a strong stream of urine into the toilet, and then sat and
let my large load of cum drain out of her. While she was doing
that, I turned on the water in my large walk-in shower and let it
warm up.

When the water was hot I took her into the shower and took my
time and enjoyed washing her beautiful body in all of those
interesting places. She obviously enjoyed it too. I couldn't do
it without getting hard again and when she felt my hardon brush
against her thigh she put her hand out and held it while I slid
my soapy hands all over her body. We were both getting aroused
again, and I was glad because I thought that it might be better
if she was feeling aroused when I finally removed her blindfold.
So I continued to soap her up and rinse her off for a while. Then
I dried her off gently with a large, soft towel. 

I dried myself off quickly and then I led her out of the
bathroom. I paused in my bedroom to slip into a pair of shorts.
Then I guided her carefully back downstairs. I led her into the
kitchen and sat her on a stool at the kitchen island and slowly
removed her blindfold.

Her eyes were closed and I walked around the kitchen island and
stood watching as she opened them slowly. She had been
blindfolded for a long time and it took a moment for her eyes to
adjust. 

I watched for any sign of recognition as she studied me closely.
Nothing, she didn't have a clue as to who I was. It had, after
all, been nearly seven years since our brief encounter. I really
hadn't expected her to remember.

She finally said, "I don't know you. I think you must have the
wrong girl."

I said, "I didn't expect you to remember. It has been a long
time. And no, I suppose it is correct to say that you don't know
me, but we have met, we have interacted."

She got a curious look on her face then, as if something about me
was familiar. Perhaps the way I spoke or the way I phrased
things. But I could see that she couldn't remember me. The
incident from our past was probably so insignificant to her that
it was no longer one of her memories.

But she was not just trying to remember me. She was also sizing
me up. I was no movie star or male model, but I was a reasonably
good looking guy with a pretty good physique. I worked out a
couple of times a week, not to bulk up, just to keep from getting
flabby. I have dark blonde hair and very little body hair and she
seemed to find me a bit less of a joke than she had in college.

"What did I do to you?" she asked.

I didn't know if I wanted to tell her yet. For some reason it
seemed like the less she knew about me the better. I avoided the
question and instead of answering her I said, "I guess it is safe
to assume that you are accepting my offer to serve as my sex
slave until your husband returns from Iraq. You have already had
a small but representative sampling of the kinds of activities
you will be taking part in. I will promise that you won't be
harmed, and that your friends and family will not receive copies
of those pictures. In exchange, you will be humiliated and abused
at my whim and for my pleasure. Do you accept those terms?"

She blushed again and said, "I don't have a choice." But I had
the distinct impression that she was not as upset by her
situation as you might have expected. I was starting to wonder if
the prospect of being a sex slave didn't appeal to her, at least
on some level.

I offered her a drink and she asked for a glass of ice water. I
made one for both of us and then I took her arm and escorted her
out through the patio door to a table in the shade, right near
the pool. She looked around and said, very nice. It was several
minutes before she even looked around to see if her nudity was
visible to any of the neighbors. It wasn't. I have paid close
attention to the landscaping, none of my neighbors can see into
my back yard.

We sat and talked quietly for a while, both of us avoiding the
subject that was most on our minds. I put my drink down on the
table and pulled my chair out and asked Karen to stand. 

She stood in front of me and I asked her to slowly turn around. I
enjoyed the view as she complied, and as much as I tried not to
be nice to her, I had to tell her how beautiful she was. She
tried not to smile, and I pulled her down into my lap and began
to explore her sexy body again. 

She didn't seem to be upset in the least with the liberties that
I was taking. In fact, she responded quickly to my touch. I moved
my hands over her body for a few minutes and at one point I said,
"I wish I hadn't left the blindfold in the kitchen. I enjoyed
having you blindfolded."

She repressed another grin and asked, "Do you want me to go get
it?"

She gave a lot about herself away with that question, and the
almost hopeful tone of her voice when she asked it. I smiled and
nipped at her nipple and said, "No, that's alright, we will be
going back upstairs in a few minutes anyway."

She shuddered at my words, but this time I knew it was not
revulsion, she was aroused. I started turning up the heat on her
body and she could tell from the lump under her butt that I was
enjoying it just as much as she was.

I was done with the foreplay. I set her on her feet and pushed
her ahead of me. I stopped on the way through the house to pick
up the blindfold and then I guided her through the house and up
the stairs. Watching her beautiful ass climb those stairs was
almost more than I could take. I gently moved my hand over her
ass as we climbed, and then reached between her thighs and
snugged my hand up against the juncture where her beautiful
thighs met. I felt the moisture on my fingers and when we reached
the top of the stairs I picked her up and threw her over my
shoulder and carried her to my bed. I dropped her down and she
moaned and spread her arms and legs to the corners of the bed.
She wanted to be tied down!

I hid my smile as I slipped the blindfold back over her head and
made sure that it was in place. Then I replaced the ties,
securing her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed.

This time, after I slipped out of my shorts, I moved up and
straddled her chest and placed the head of my cock on her lips.
She didn't hesitate. In fact, she took me in eagerly and she did
not suck listlessly this time. She gave me a very enthusiastic
blowjob and I had to pull out of her mouth every so often in
order to keep from cumming too soon. Each time I pulled out she
groaned in disappointment and tried to recapture my cock with her
mouth. She thought that I was teasing her and she swore at me and
begged me to put my cock back in her mouth.

I am only human! A man can only take so much. I plunged my cock
back into her mouth and after a couple of strokes I filled her
mouth with another load of hot cum. After she swallowed I moved
down her body and returned the favor. She was even more
responsive than the first time we had done this an hour or so
ago. She really seemed to like being blindfolded and tied up,
which was a fun game to play from time to time, but I hoped that
she didn't expect that all of the time.

I had thought that I was done for the time being. I had been
sucked off on the bandstand, then I had fucked her a little while
ago, and she had just sucked me off again. But as I ate her
delicious pussy and I observed her beautiful, sexy, responsive
body react to my touch I found myself getting hard again. 

After I brought her to a loud and vocal orgasm with my mouth I
worked my way back up her body and forcefully plunged my hard
cock back into her. She screamed as I did and I began to fuck her
hard and violently and she was swearing and screaming right along
and cumming like she had not been having orgasms all afternoon. 

I had thought that I would fuck her for a few minutes, just
because it felt so damned good. I was really surprised when I
found myself nearing orgasm once more and I was soon joining her
for my forth orgasm of the day. I had never done that before.
This girl was unbelievable.

I rolled off of her and untied her wrists. She sat up and untied
her ankles, and then, to my surprise, she rolled over and put her
arm over me and hugged me and kissed me passionately.

I returned her kiss with just as much passion, and after a moment
she finally removed her blindfold and smiled at me, looking just
a little guilty, and said, "I don't know what I did to incur this
horrible retribution, but I am so glad that I did it." Then she
buried her face in my chest and said quietly, "Oh my god, I can't
believe I said that!"

I chuckled and put my arms around her and said, "If it makes you
feel worse, I am having a poker game this Friday night. You are
going to be both the help, and the entertainment."

She shuddered and groaned and nipped my arm with her sharp teeth.
Then she kissed her way down my body and kissed and licked my
soft, slimy cock with what seemed like affection.

We rested for a while longer and then we took another shower. It
was almost as much fun as the first one had been. Then I dressed
and we went downstairs and after she put her little dress back on
I took her out for dinner. I thought about blindfolding her
before we left, but I figured that I would benefit more by her
knowing where I lived than she would.

We went to a casual little Italian restaurant that I like and
before we went in I unbuttoned enough buttons on the front of her
dress that the insides of her breasts were exposed and when she
walked her unfettered breasts swung enticingly. Not only did she
not object as I adjusted her clothing, I had the distinct
impression that she was excited by the way I was exposing her to
anyone that looked her way.

We got out and went inside and since I eat here often I was
greeted at the door by the owner. He personally escorted us to a
quiet booth, and as he seated us his eyes never left Karen's
cleavage.

I introduced Karen to him and he chatted with us for several
minutes before he left. Not long after he had gone our waiter
appeared with a bottle of good Italian wine, a gift from the
owner. We sipped at our wine until there was no one looking and
then I adjusted Karen's skirt. I lifted it up in back and pulled
the front up until it just crossed the line of her crotch. I
could look down and see her pussy in the dim light, though I
doubt if anyone else could. 

As I worked on her clothing, she turned red, but made no effort
to stop me. I spread her top open a little more, baring the sides
of her beautiful breasts. I put my hands down and looked at her
and said, I wish I could take that dress right off. If we
wouldn't get thrown out of here I would. You have a beautiful
body.

Our waiter appeared then and placed some warm bread on the table.
Then he poured olive oil into a small saucer of spices. But as he
worked he stared at Karen's breasts openly. I have to give him
credit for not spilling the olive oil all over the table.

We enjoyed a long, slow, pleasant meal. We talked quietly and it
was obvious that she was no longer feeling quite as much a
victim. I gathered from some of her comments that she would
really like to know the identity of the two men who drugged her
and raped her in the alley Friday night. But she didn't seem to
mind what I was doing with her quite so much now. 

I was starting to get the impression that she was enjoying it.
She had not mentioned being exposed at the mall, or being forced
to give blowjobs to two young men at the park earlier. I think
that she was trying hard to give me the impression that she was
going along only because she was being blackmailed. 

I wondered how she was going to react when she was moving around
naked in a room with six or seven horny men taking advantage of
her sweet young body every time she got within reach.

I paid for dinner and we went out to my car and I drove her to
her house. We sat and talked on her front porch for a few minutes
and I had the distinct impression that she wanted to invite me
inside. She had been alone for months and she probably hated it.


I asked her about her job and her hours and I thought that it
would be fun if she hosted dinner tomorrow. She said "Okay,"
trying to sound as if she was being used. I didn't buy it though.
Before I left I said, "I'll be here at six. If you wear anything,
make it something sexy." 

Then I stood up and she stood with me. She turned to face me and
she looked troubled. It was as if she wanted to kiss me
goodnight, or at the very least thank me for a nice evening. She
was really conflicted and I must admit that I was feeling the
same conflict. 

As much as I hated to admit it, I had been really enjoying
tormenting Karen, but today, the afternoon we had spent together
and the nice meal, had been a lot of fun, and the impression I
was getting that she was enjoying what I was doing as much as I
was didn't detract from that at all.

Now I had to go home and try to decide how much of this
convoluted relationship was all in my head.

I went home and checked my email. I considered sending her some
more pictures, just to throw her off track. But then I decided
that I might first just see where this track was leading. I
suspected that as soon as she was alone and started thinking
about her husband she might come to her senses and feel pretty
bad about what had happened to her in the last couple of days.

The next day, the beginning of the work week, was almost a day
off for me. I had only one trouble call and it was an easy fix.
For the remainder of the day I spent entirely too much time
thinking about Karen. That concerned me. But I convinced myself
that I was only thinking about her because she was new and hot
and that it would wear off soon.

I started getting ready early and was at her door at six. She
opened it before I could knock and she was wearing the top half
of a see-through shorty nightgown. She knew what I meant by sexy.
She looked hot!

I stepped inside and gave her the kiss she had seemed to want
before we parted last night. She returned it enthusiastically and
then she led me into her living room and sat me on the couch and
offered me a drink. I asked for ice water, it's what I drink most
of the time. And I watched her body moving under that nearly
invisible top as she scurried around getting dinner prepared and
the table set.

Before long we were sitting at the table and eating a perfect
meal. We talked a little, but at first we avoided the one thing
that we really seemed to have in common, at least at first. I had
some questions though. I wanted to know a lot more about her.

I asked her if she had ever been tied up and blindfolded before.


She blushed and shook her head. I guess she was embarrassed that
she had enjoyed it so much.

"You seemed to enjoy everything that happened to you yesterday,"
I said. 

She acted like she wanted to deny it but couldn't. But her blush
deepened. 

"You even enjoyed it when I made you suck off those two boys at
the bandstand, didn't you?"

"No!" she exclaimed. "I mean, oh god, I don't know what to tell
you. I hated it, but it turned me on. And when you told them to
play with my breasts, and when you lifted my skirt, I hated it,
but it turned me on. That blindfold, not being able to see, not
being in control, it was all so exciting. I didn't know that I
was like that, I am always in control! And when you threw me onto
your bed and tied me up, that was the last straw. After that,
well, that was the most exciting afternoon that I have ever
spent."

"Are you looking forward to the poker game on Friday?" I asked.

"Do I really have to answer that?" she asked. 

She didn't, I knew the answer. She hated it, but it excited her.
I thought that I understood. 

We didn't talk much after that. We still had nothing in common
but sex. She had not read a book since college and probably never
watched the news. If she voted at all she probably voted
Republican because she didn't know any better. She worked as a
buyer at a local boutique and she knew fashion. That was all that
she cared about. 

So after supper I wasted no time in conversation. I ordered her
to lead me to her bedroom and told her that I wanted to fuck her
on the bed she shared with her husband. I made it sound course on
purpose, and that was just what she needed to hear.

I followed her down the hall to her bedroom and I was not at all
surprised to see ropes already fastened to the corners of the
bed. She didn't have a blindfold, but she had provided a scarf
for that purpose. She had probably been daydreaming about getting
tied up and fucked all day at work.

I pulled her close and kissed her and she melted in my arms. I
pulled that nightgown off and pushed her onto the bed I secured
the scarf around her head and then I untied the rope from one
corner of the foot of the bed. I tied her wrists together with it
and then I tied her wrists to the center of the headboard,
instead of the corners.

By the time I had her tied the way that I wanted her she was
already breathing hard. I stood back up and as I undressed I
started talking to her. I asked her if she was ready to get raped
again. She didn't answer, except to moan in anticipation. I told
her how hot she looked and said that the next time I would have
my camera so that I could get more pictures of her. Maybe even
bring a friend so I would have a cameraman for the action shots.
Or better yet, several friends, we could make a night of it. 

I saw her shudder and I am pretty sure that she had an orgasm
just from the things that I was saying. I guess she really is
looking forward to that poker game on Friday!

I took her without a lot of foreplay this time. I climbed up on
the bed between her legs and then I lifted her legs up over my
shoulders and worked my way up until my hard cock was resting on
her stomach. I pulled my hips back and lined my cock up with her
hot and very wet hole, and I pushed it in forcefully, all in one
lunge. 

She screamed as I entered her, but it was not a scream of pain.
It was pure pleasure, total abandonment. It was the rape that she
had been dreaming about all day. I had really outdone myself
yesterday. I had never cum that many times in one day before. So
there was no urgency today. I was able to last a very long time.

Karen started out having orgasms almost immediately. But I
continued to "rape" her forcefully and she kept cumming and
talking dirtier and dirtier and twenty minutes later, when I
finally came, she was almost a blithering idiot. Her head was
tossing back and forth and she was swearing almost incoherently
and her body was covered in sweat. 

I pulled my soft cock out of her and moved back and let her legs
fall back softly onto the bed. She groaned and lay there limply
as I moved up over her and then I forced her to suck my cock
clean. She complied eagerly.

I finally fell onto the bed beside her and relaxed while I
studied her body closely and lightly teased her breasts. Her
nipples reacted instantly and I loved how sensitive they were. I
started squeezing them and pulling on them and it seemed like the
harder I squeezed the more she enjoyed it. So in the furtherance
of science I kept going, just to see how much she could take
before she screamed for me to stop.

But she didn't scream, she didn't ask me to stop. As I compressed
her nipple between my thumb and my finger she began to groan and
her breathing got more ragged and her face and neck got red and
much to the surprise of both of us she had an orgasm! The only
part of her body that I was touching was her nipple, and I was
squeezing the hell out of it, and she came!

I smiled to myself as I thought about how much fun I could have
with that little game. I could imagine doing that in a restaurant
or at a bar while she tried to act normally as she had an orgasm
while surrounded by dozens of strangers.

I untied her hands and we took a quick shower, only this time she
washed me. Then I got dressed and I picked out a micro miniskirt
and a crop top for Karen. I watched her dress and when she had I
wondered what had been going through her mind when she purchased
that crop top. It was very thin, and loose, and the bottom curves
of her breasts were exposed. It was very sexy. When I asked she
said that she only wore it around the house for Rob. She had
never worn it outside. Well, there is a first time for
everything.

We went out and strolled down the sidewalk towards the park. I
didn't have anything special in mind, but if something came up I
would gladly take advantage of it. 

It isn't a very large park. It is only three blocks long and one
block wide and at one end there is a baseball complex that
adjoins it. There are several large grassy areas and a playground
for kids and a lot of trees, and a jogging/walking path around
the whole thing. There is also that bandstand where they used to
hold band concerts a long time ago. But it has not been used for
that in many years.

We reached the park and I pulled out one of the ropes that I had
removed from the corner of Karen's bed. I tied her wrists behind
her back and then we went for a walk. It was dusk and there were
not a lot of joggers, but there was no shortage of people out
enjoying the evening air and getting a little exercise. We were
walking slowly and we were passed by half a dozen people before
we had gone very far at all. And they all looked back to check
out Karen, walking with her barely covered breasts thrust out
boldly.

As we neared the bandstand I noticed a group of teenage boys
sitting on the steps talking loudly. They got quiet when we drew
near, and I recognized two of the boys as the two that Karen had
given blowjobs to yesterday afternoon. She hadn't seen them of
course, because of the blindfold. 

As we approached I spoke quietly to Karen and asked her if she
knew any of the boys. She looked at them for a moment and shook
her head. I told her that two of them were the boys she had
sucked off yesterday and she stopped suddenly and groaned in
embarrassment. But I knew how much she liked embarrassment. So I
urged her forward again and we stepped off of the path and moved
to the bandstand and said hello to the five teenagers. It had not
been obvious from a distance, but one of the teens was a girl.
She was dressed like a boy and had hair that was shorter than
some of the boys, but she was definitely a girl.

When we were about ten feet away one of the boys said, "That's
her! That's the woman we told you about!"

I brought Karen to a stop in front of them and said, "Hey guys.
What were you telling your friends?"

One of them smiled and said, "We told them about yesterday, when
your girlfriend sucked us off and we played with her tits."

It was obvious that the three teens that had not been there
yesterday were skeptical, even seeing her now in front of them
with her breasts nearly exposed.

I said, "Your friends look skeptical."

"Yeah," one of them said. "They didn't believe a word of it."

"Well," I said, "it's too bad that there is a young lady present,
or we could have shown them that you were telling the truth."

As I spoke, Karen's knees nearly gave way. She leaned into me for
support. She whispered, "Oh god, please no!"

But I could hear the excitement in her voice.

The teenage girl smiled and said, "You don't have to chicken out
on my account. Hell, I'd like to see it myself."

One of he boys said, "She's my sister, she's just one of the
guys."

I led Karen up the stairs, stepping carefully between the kids
and I led her to that same place in the back of the bandstand.
The boys saw the ropes on her arms as we went by them and they
were very excited, judging by their comments.

The five teens followed us onto the bandstand and the girl asked,
"Why is she tied up? Is she being raped? Is she doing this
against her will?"

"That is a hard question to answer," I said. "She likes being
made to do things that she doesn't want to do. It turns her on.
Some people are like that. She doesn't like it all the time, but
sometimes she finds it exciting. She would never come out here to
the park and let two boys play with her tits and suck them off of
her own free will. But when I forced her to do it yesterday it
excited her. She wouldn't admit it though."

"She likes being embarrassed too," I continued. "Like this." With
that I lifted her top over her breasts and then I reached down
and lifted her skirt up and tucked it into her waistband. 

I looked at the teenage girl to judge how she was reacting to
this and she was obviously amused. The boys, on the other hand,
were way beyond amused. They were gathered tightly around Karen
and in no time at all she had four young hands exploring her
body. 

I kept an eye on them to make sure that they were not too rough,
but I saw from the expression on her face that she was getting
very turned on. The boys were talking excitedly among themselves
about her beautiful breasts and her tight pussy and even how
beautiful her sweet young ass was.

Karen was standing in the middle of them with her eyes closed and
her head back and I could hear her moaning as they groped her
roughly. I interrupted one of the boys briefly to show him a
little trick. I replaced his hand on her right tit with my own
and I squeezed her nipple harder and harder until she had a loud,
violent orgasm standing right there on the bandstand. As soon as
her orgasm was just about over she started to collapse to her
knees on the hard floor. 

I caught her and lowered her gently to her knees. The boys looked
at me and I nodded and one of the boys that had not gotten a
blowjob yesterday unfastened his pants and with a guilty look at
his sister he sat down on the bench and I watched as Karen
struggled to take him into her mouth without losing her balance
because of the way her hands were bound behind her back.

I considered removing the rope from her wrists, but I didn't want
to spoil it for her. I could tell that she was handling him
without difficulty. He was guiding her head up and down on his
not quite fully developed cock and I knew it wouldn't be long
anyway.

The girl had moved closer and was kneeling down to get a closer
look at what was probably her brother's first blowjob. She seemed
to be getting nearly as big a kick out of it as he was.

I reached down and ran my fingers through Karen's pussy and found
that her juices were starting to run down her thighs. I stood up
and offered her pussy to the boys as well. In seconds Karen had
another cock in her pussy and I watched in amusement as the girl
moved back to get a close-up look at what a cock entering a pussy
looked like.

The girl stood up and moved into the shadows and I could see her
rubbing her own pussy as she watched the four boys taking turns
raping Karen. All four of the boys came quickly and I let them
each go around again. I could see the frustration building up in
Karen. She was very turned on, but none of the boys was providing
her with enough stimulation for a long enough time to let her
achieve orgasm. 

But I wasn't concerned. I was hard as a rock, and I had every
intention of fucking the hell out of her when they were done. 

When the last of the four boys finished fucking her, I pulled my
cock out of my pants and knelt down and finally untied Karen's
arms. I ordered her onto her back and then I invited two of the
boys to hold her arms out so that she couldn't move. I knew she
would like it more that way.

I noticed the teen girl coming closer. I let her get a good look
at my cock and then I lifted Karen's legs up onto my shoulders
and I pushed my cock into her sloppy, but still tight pussy. I
started slowly, enjoying the way her breasts swayed and jiggled
as I fucked her. I quickly picked up the pace though, and she was
laying there, held firmly by the two boys as she struggled and
swore at me and yelled at me to rape her hard and fuck her
faster. She started getting too loud, I didn't want to attract
too much attention to what was going on up here. I asked the girl
if she would mind putting her hand over Karen's mouth so the
neighbors didn't call the police. 

The young girl grinned and happily joined in. I guessed her age
to be about the same as the boys, around fifteen or sixteen, but
her breasts were significantly larger than Karen's. As she leaned
down to cup her hand over Karen's mouth I could see down her
shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could see one of her tits,
almost to the nipple. She looked up and realized where I was
looking, but she just smiled at me and then went back to watching
my cock driving brutally into Karen. 

Karen started screaming into the girl's hand and cumming
violently and soon I was cumming right along with her. It was a
very exciting scene, especially for Karen. 

I managed to hang on long enough for Karen to cum one last time
and then I pulled out and told the kids to let her go. She sat up
and smiled at me, and then she slid over and took my cock into
her mouth. It was really nasty, covered in her juices, my cum and
the mixture of cum from the four boys who had all fucked her
before I had. But she dove right in and took my now soft cock
right down to the base. Then she helped me put it away.

I looked down and saw that the front of my jeans was sopping wet
from all of the liquids that had escaped from Karen's pussy. I
stood up and looked down at her and asked, "Are you okay, can you
stand?"

She grinned and said, "I think so."

I helped her up and she was a little unsteady, but she was
certainly sated. We sat down to rest for a minute and the teenage
girl sat near her and said, "Can I ask you some questions?"

Karen looked at her for a moment and said, "I will answer your
questions, as best I can anyway. But you know that what happened
out here just now, and yesterday with your friends, that wasn't
normal. Most girls would not do this kind of shit, you know that,
right?"

The girl smiled and said, "Yeah, I know. But it was hot, wasn't
it? I mean, you don't look like a skank or anything. You're just
a hot woman that likes sex. Well, okay, you like kinky sex,
right?"

"So I am learning," Karen said. "But up until Friday evening,
well no, Saturday afternoon, I lived a normal live. I am a
happily married twenty-four year old woman with a good job and a
college education. On Friday I was drugged and raped and since
then my life has been turned upside down."

The teen looked at me and asked Karen, "Did he rape you?"

"Not really, well, sort of. But he didn't rape me on Friday. He
took care of me after it was over. He brought me home and we
developed our warped relationship in the last three days. What we
are doing, and what we have done, well, it is a long, confusing
story. It is okay for you to find what happened here this evening
interesting, even exciting, I suppose. But you would be well
served to not let it be something that affects your life. You
will be much happier if you forget all about it."

The girl said, "I don't see that happening any time soon. These
guys are going to be raving about fucking you for months!"

Karen looked at her and asked, "How old are you?"

"I'm fifteen," the girl replied. 

"Are you a virgin?" Karen asked.

The girl nodded.

"Smart girl," Karen said. "Stay that way for a few more years;
you will be a lot happier. I made the mistake of having sex just
before my fifteenth birthday. I had a half a dozen really bad
sexual experiences in the next year. Finally I realized that, not
only was I not ready for sex yet, but the guys I was fucking
around with didn't have a clue and I stopped putting out until I
got out of high school. The older guys are still pretty clueless,
well most of them. Some are better informed than others," and
here she smiled at me, "but when they get older they start to
think about something besides there own satisfaction, and with a
little luck, you can find a decent one and train him to do it
right. The only other thing I can tell you is the one thing that
I have learned this weekend, don't be afraid of your fantasies,
and don't be afraid to experiment, when you are ready. Now, what
are your questions?"

The girl smiled and said, "I think you already answered them.
Thanks."

Karen looked at me and said, "I'm tired!"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, and you're a fucking mess!"

Then I put my arm around her shoulder and we relaxed for a while
longer. The kids started to leave and I stopped them. I suggested
that we might be able to do this again from time to time, because
it amused me to watch. But they would have to keep it to
themselves. If I came by and saw anyone but the five of them, all
bets were off. We could get in a lot of trouble screwing around
with them, and we had too much to lose to take any chances.

They all swore that they would only talk about it among
themselves. Then they left us alone.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence
though. It was a very pleasant evening.

But after a few minutes Karen asked, "It is driving me crazy, I
really wish you would tell me where you know me from."

I chuckled and said, "I am embarrassed to admit it now."

She turned towards me with a questioning look and I said, "It
sounds so petty now."

I paused for a moment and then I said, "We were in college
together. We had three classes together in our freshman year. I
was extremely shy, but a friend of mine had been drawing me out,
trying to build my ego and give me more self confidence."

"I thought you were nice, we had never spoken, but we had nodded,
said hello, smiled at each other from time to time. You seemed
like a nice girl. One day, just before class started, I asked you
to go out with me. You burst out laughing, very loudly, and then
joked with your girlfriend about me until the professor came in.
I just about curled up and died inside after that. It took my
friend months to undo the damage you did to my self esteem that
day."

She stared at me with a look of horror on her face. Finally she
said, "Oh my god, I am so sorry. I don't remember that, but I
remember being the kind of bitch that would do it." 

She put her arms around me and hugged me and put her head on my
chest and said, "I guess I understand why you didn't come to my
assistance Friday night. I don't blame you. Still, you did make
sure I didn't get hurt. That's something."

Then she looked up at me, "But I don't think you are even yet.
You should continue to blackmail me and make me do awful
things."

I kissed the top of her head and said, "I have every intention of
doing just that. And I knew that you wouldn't remember. I was
fortunate to have a roommate like Phil, who owns the club where
you got drugged last Friday. He was the charming, personable guy
that was always the center of attention. But it never went to his
head. He knew the day that we met that I needed help, and he drew
me out of my shell and built up my self confidence, probably
better than any professional could have. And he did it because he
cares about people. I don't think you knew him in college, but
you will be meeting him on Friday. I have convinced him to take a
night off and he will be at the poker game."

I stood up and watched Karen put her cum covered clothing back
together as much as possible. She grinned at me wryly and said,
"As a wise man once said, I'm a fucking mess!"

We walked back to her house with my arm around her until we got
close to her house. We didn't want the neighbors talking. I sat
on the front porch and she went in and got us both a glass of ice
water. We sat on the front porch and I suggested that from now on
we should meet at my place. I didn't have to worry about what the
neighbors thought, and we could enjoy a dip in the pool from time
to time.

I hadn't been there more than fifteen minutes when my pager went
off and I had to go downtown and straighten out a mess at a
processing center for one of the local banks. I stood up and
Karen asked, "Do you get a lot of this?"

I said, "Not a lot, and it usually doesn't take long to
straighten out. Normally it is someone that doesn't know their
job screwing up. It can happen at inconvenient times, but I get
paid very well to fix it, and I often go days without doing
anything. I may never get rich, but I make a very good living,
and I love my job."

I stood up and she walked me to my car. We both felt like it was
a good time for a long, passionate kiss, but we didn't want the
neighbors talking. I got in my car and drove downtown thinking,
"Christ, I can't believe I'm Jody to some poor fuck in Iraq!"

The next day I emailed Karen at work and told her to come to my
house right after work. I made a potato salad and my patented
cheeseburgers. They are the best cheeseburgers in the world, but
I'm sorry, I can't tell you how I make them.

We ate while sitting naked out near the pool. After we ate we
played in the pool for a while. Karen is a lot of fun to play
with when she is wet. We got out after a while and I poured us
each a glass of wine. While we sipped we sat by the pool and
listened to the sound of the waterfall I had built at one end. It
was very restful. 

Suddenly, out of the blue, Karen said, "I would like to see the
rest of the pictures you took Friday night."

"There are a lot of them," I responded. "I took about two hundred
of them. But if you want to see them it is okay with me."

I led her inside and upstairs to my computer room. I turned my
computer on and selected the pictures and started a slideshow,
and then I pulled her down into my lap and as we watched I kissed
different parts of her body and teased her nipples and her pussy
with my fingertips.

Halfway through the show she said, "Not many women get to see
themselves getting raped. It is a strange thing to see."

"What are you feeling?" I asked.

She didn't answer for a minute, and then she said, "I still would
love to see them get what they deserve for doing it to me. But,
and this is probably largely due to what you are doing right now,
I am pretty turned on."

I stood her up and bent her over the computer desk and started
fucking her from behind as we watched her getting raped. I will
admit that it was a pretty weird thing to do, but it was working
for us.

While we fucked I said, "Their faces were pretty clear in the
first few pictures that I took inside the club. I could have Phil
ask his doormen to watch for them. I suppose that we could work
out something. We wouldn't want them to keep going in there and
picking up girls to rape."

I was getting close now and I started picking up the pace and as
I fucked her she was grunting and saying, "No, we don't want
that, rape is a terrible thing, usually."

That was the end of the conversation for a while. I tried to hold
off, I wanted to get to the end of the slideshow before we came,
but I was too turned on and we both came before I got to the
shots of the aftermath. She was staring at the pictures of her
well fucked pussy and gasping for breath and I watched her
shudder. I wasn't sure what that one was for. Sometimes you just
can't tell.

We went down the hall and took a quick shower. When we had dried
off I said, "I bought you a present today."

She started to ask me what it was, but I put my finger on her
lips and led her into my bedroom and put her in the center of the
bed. I reached down and pulled up the chains that I had fastened
to the corners of the bed and attached the stiff leather cuffs to
her wrists and her ankles. When she saw them her eyes lit up, she
would not have been happier if I had bought her a diamond
bracelet.

I put a large leather dog collar around her neck and then I got
up and pulled the tripod closer with my digital movie camera on
it and turned it on. She saw the camera and smiled. She was
starting to really develop an interest in photography lately.

I moved back to the bed and put the blindfold over her eyes and I
was just about to crawl into bed with her when my fucking pager
went off! I swore loudly and answered the page. It was the same
damned dumb blond making the same stupid mistake that she had
made last night and she was unable to fix it.

I slipped into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and pulled on my
boots. I told Karen that I would be right back and she pleaded
with me to let her go first. But I decided to let her suffer for
a while. I knew I would be back in less than an hour. She would
probably enjoy it.

I took the bike and cruised down to the processing center. It
took me a half hour to straighten out the young girl who should
have been down the street working at a strip club, but was
instead running around in here bumping into walls and saying oops
all the time.

I left as soon as I had her straightened out. I didn't even wait
for the time to go over into a second hour. I got on the bike
and, just to be cruel, I drove home and parked up the street so
that Karen wouldn't hear me coming back. 

I walked down the street and went inside. I moved around
downstairs for a few minutes, making just enough noise that she
would know that someone was in the house. Not having heard the
bike, however, she was probably thinking that there was a good
chance that it wasn't me.

I finally started upstairs, walking slowly and quietly, but
making enough noise so that she could hear me coming. I took my
time getting to my bedroom door and then I stood at the door
staring at her. She really did look hot all chained up and
helpless like that. 

I knew that she could hear me and I saw her listening intently
for a moment before she quietly asked, "Sean, is that you?"

I didn't speak. I stepped into the room and started to undress
slowly. Karen pulled at her new leather cuffs and struggled, but
she had already tried to get loose and she knew that it was
futile. 

I moved over and sat on the edge of the bed when I was naked and
I placed a hand on her tit, roughly squeezing and pulling on it.

She groaned, totally unable to contain her pleasure at the
possibility of being raped by another strange man. 

She called out again, "Sean? God damn it! Sean, is that you?"

I wanted to do it, but I couldn't. I couldn't keep from laughing
out loud. She recognized my laugh and she cried out, "Sean you
son of a bitch! You scared the shit out of me!"

I lay down beside her and kissed her and said, "Yes, you were
scared, and you were very turned on too, weren't you?"

"You mother fucker!" she exploded. "I almost had a heart
attack!"

I stuck two of my fingers into her sopping wet hole and asked,
"What's this, your burglar alarm?"

She just groaned and lifted her hips to meet my hand and said,
"God damn you, fuck me!"

I kept my hand busy working on her pussy and I bent down and
kissed her. She attacked me with her mouth and it was obvious
that, even as scared as she had been, she was also more turned on
than ever. She started having one orgasm after another as my
fingers roughly explored her pussy. And when I took my mouth away
from hers and moved down and took her nipple between my teeth and
started biting she went fucking crazy. She screamed, and it was
not a scream of pain. She stopped screaming then and I am not
sure how to describe the sounds that were coming from her mouth,
they seemed not quite human. She was thrashing around like she
was trying to get loose, but I knew that was the last thing on
her mind.  

I couldn't take it anymore. I had intended to eat her out, but
she had me so hot, just watching her in the throws of incredible
passion, I had to fuck her. I got on top of her and buried my
cock in her in one brutal plunge. 

She screamed at me, "Yes! God damn you, fuck me! Rape me! Fuck my
cunt!" But what followed after that was unintelligible. Her
passion was irresistible and in no time I was cumming right along
with her. It was all over much too quickly and I collapsed on top
of her for a moment before I found the strength to roll off. In
that brief moment she lifted her head and licked my sweaty face
like a dog. She didn't even seem to be aware of what she was
doing. She was moaning and licking and pressing her hips up
against me. It was truly incredible. I had a feeling she was
going to really get off on this movie.

After I had rested for a moment and my heart was beating almost
normally, I unfastened the cuffs securing Karen's wrists. I got
up finally and moved down and after sucking each of her big toes
I unfastened her ankle restraints. Then I crawled back up beside
her and lay on my side and stared at her beautiful body and the
portion of her sweet face that was exposed below the blindfold. 

I wondered how long she would leave the blindfold on. I knew that
she enjoyed it. But she finally slid it off and then looked at me
accusingly. She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "That
was a cruel thing to do."

I nodded and said, "But it really turned you on, didn't it?"

She finally admitted it. "Fuck yes! I was about ninety percent
certain that it was you. But that last ten percent was.....oh god
I must be sick, it was so fucking exciting I didn't even care if
it was you or not, I just needed whoever it was to fuck me."

I looked at her for a moment and asked, "I heard what you were
telling that girl out at the bandstand. You really didn't know
how much you liked this stuff until Saturday?"

"No, I will admit that I had a few fantasies that your everyday
housewife might not share. But I never imagined that I would let
someone put me through the changes that you have."

I had not realized that it was really my fault until she said it!
Well, mostly my fault.

I asked, "How do you feel about it?"

She sat up in bed and looked down at herself. She picked up one
of the wrist cuffs and looked at it. Then she sniffed it,
inhaling the leather smell and getting turned on by it. Then she
looked at me and said, "I don't know. It's scary. And it is so
exciting. And we are raised to believe that anything that is this
much fun, this exciting, had got to be bad. And look at me! I'm
cheating on my husband for Christ's sake. I would have bet anyone
everything I owned that I would never do that, even if he is a
lousy fuck. Oops, did I say that out loud?"

I said, "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't intend to let you out
of our agreement. You may still consider yourself as officially
blackmailed."

She leaned over and took my limp dick in her hand and faked a
look of fear and said, "Every night, a fate worse than death, how
will I survive?"

I got up and got dressed and she looked confused. I smiled and
said, "I left my bike up the street. I have to go get it and put
it in the garage. By the way, have you ever been on one?"

She shook her head.

"Well," I said, "I know where we are going to dinner tomorrow
night."

I was tempted to order her to stay with me tonight. I wanted to.
And I was pretty sure that she would have liked that too, but she
was already concerned with her nosy neighbors, and since it was
very likely that she would be spending Friday night here, I
thought it best not to over do it. 

I put my bike away and when I got back she was dressed and ready
to go. I told her to wear jeans tomorrow and another crop top.
She started to leave, but she stopped and turned around and put
her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "I am sorry for
what I did when we were in college."

I said, "Stop being so nice, you make it hard to abuse you."

She smiled and said, "It won't happen again sir." Then she left.

I got a call early the next morning and ended up with a new
client. I spent the day at a local department store. They were
not a part of a chain, but they were very popular locally and
they needed to upgrade their inventory practices and just
generally become more involved in the information age technology
before it completely passed them by.

They already had a system, but it was archaic and wasn't serving
their needs very well. I told them what they needed to do to
upgrade and they gave me the go ahead. That would probably take
me most of next week. It would be like I had a normal job for a
while.

When I left there I stopped by Phil's club to see him. I told him
about the two guys with the roofies and what they had done in his
club to one of his customers. I had printed off a couple of
pictures with the two men and when he saw them he looked at Karen
and said, "She looks familiar. Don't I know her?"

I smiled and told him where he remembered her from. We got a big
laugh out of that because of all of the ribbing about her that I
had been subjected to over the years. Phil said that he had
gotten reports that at least three other women had reported a
similar experience over the last several months. They had
regained consciousness in various places, early in the morning
and either been naked or dressed but with obvious signs of having
had sex. And they had no memories of it. So he promised to take
care of it.

I left then, after reminding him of the poker game, and getting
his promise to be there.

I went home and started putting together a plan for the new
inventory control system for my new client and the next thing I
knew, Karen was at the door.

I let her in and locked the door and we went out to the garage.
It was still pretty early, so I thought we could get a good seat
out on the deck at the biker bar where we were going for supper.

In the garage I put a helmet on her and buckled it down. I
assured her that all she had to do was hang on, gently, to my
waist and she would be fine. She didn't have to worry about
leaning or falling off or anything. I told her that if she got
scared all she had to do was what I did, close her eyes.

I put her on the small back seat of my Softail and showed her
where to put her feet and then I opened the garage door and
started the bike. When it first fired up she screamed, startled
by the noise and the vibration, but she hung on and I pulled out
and pushed the button on the garage door opener remote in my
pocket. As soon as I saw the door closing I took off. 

I rode around for a little while, taking the long way around and
finally pulled up in front of the biker bar. We got off and I
helped her take her helmet off and hung it from the handlebar. As
soon as I turned back around she threw her arms around my neck
and said, "That was fucking fantastic! I love it! Am I a biker
chick now?" 

I looked at her thoughtfully and said, "I'm not sure, I will have
to ask if you can be a biker chick without any tattoos and before
I have your nipples pierced."

"My what!" she exclaimed.

I laughed and took her arm and we went inside. It was pretty
crowded, but there was a couple leaving one of the nice tables by
the railing as we walked in and we managed to get it. I looked
around and saw a few people that I knew and nodded to them.

It took a while, but we finally got some drinks and ordered a
couple of BBQ sandwiches. Then we sat and talked for a while. The
inside section of the bar is loud and smoky, but they keep the
door closed and the deck is much quieter and you can breathe the
air. We had a pleasant meal, they do very good BBQ here, and a
couple of beers. I was sometimes surprised at how much I enjoyed
Karen's company since we had so little in common. 

She brought the subject around to pierced nipples several times,
she was afraid that I had been serious. To be honest, if it had
been some other woman in her situation, I might have seriously
considered it. But I loved how sensitive her nipples were and I
didn't want to take a chance on screwing that up. I explained
that to her, and then I demonstrated. 

Karen was leaning forward with her arms crossed in front of her
on the table. I threaded my arm through hers so that it looked
like I was holding her hand. Instead, I stuck two fingers up
inside her little crop top and began to squeeze her nipple harder
and harder.

Before long her face started getting red and her breathing became
ragged and just as the waitress came back to the table she was
biting her lip and fighting to keep from arousing the attention
of the people around us as she had a strong orgasm. 

The waitress stood at our table watching her and smiling. Karen
didn't even realize it until her orgasm passed and she opened her
eyes and saw the waitress watching her. She said, "Oh god!" and
covered her face with her hands until the waitress left.

I got up then and helped her to her feet and we left. I took a
small ride through the back roads outside of town, demonstrating
how much fun a twisty road could be on a bike. Then we went home
and stripped down and went out to my back yard and took a dip in
the pool.

Wednesday and Thursday were uneventful. Karen came straight to my
house after work and we took turns cooking supper. After supper
we would both clean up and then play in the pool for a little
while before going upstairs and getting wild. On Thursday evening
I told Karen to stop by her house after work and check her mail
and pick up some clothes for Saturday, because she would be
staying the night.

The next day I set up the poker table and set out the chips. I
went to the store and bought some beer and snacks and a few decks
of cards. I stopped on the way home at the adult book store and
bought Karen's outfit for the game. The guys were going to love
it, and so was she, though she would be extremely embarrassed.

Karen got to the house early. She gets off an hour early on
Fridays, something about the bosses plan for avoiding rush hour
traffic on the worst driving day of the week. She stopped at her
house and picked up her mail, but she already had a bag in her
car with her clothes for tomorrow and she didn't even go inside.
She drove straight to my house.

I put her to work helping to make some sandwiches and we talked
quietly while we worked. I kept my eye on the clock and when
there was an hour to go before the guys started arriving I sent
her up to take a shower and make herself pretty.

She was getting nervous, and that pleased me. I would hate if she
lost that. 

I was finished and I grabbed a beer and watched the news until
she came downstairs wearing only her high heels. I had a small
bag by my chair and I called her over and pulled out her uniform
for the evening. A tiny see-through thong that just barely
covered her pussy, a tiny French maid's apron that didn't even
reach down to the thong, and one of those little things that they
stuck in their hair and called a hat.

I had planned on having her wear her leather wrist cuffs too, but
I thought that might ruin the effect and decided at the last
moment to leave them off.

I told her that from now until my friends went home, she was to
do anything that any of them asked of her, without hesitation.
She would be serving drinks and snacks, she would be getting
groped and liberally molested, and she would be having sex and
the spare bedroom was all set up for that, so she should lead her
lovers to that room, unless they wanted to take her right there
in the game room. 

I finished with her instructions and looked up at her and said,
"God damn I am turned on right now! I wish I had time to take you
upstairs and fuck you."

She smiled and said, "I'm ready."

But just then the doorbell rang and I ordered her to answer it. I
watched from my chair as she opened the door and stood aside to
let the first two arrivals in. I had not informed any of the guys
that she would be here, and to say that they were shocked doesn't
even come close. They both stepped in and she shut the door and
smiled nervously at them and escorted them into the living room.


She took their drink orders and they stared at her naked ass as
she walked to the kitchen to get them their beers. They had not
said a word since they had come inside and they had only glanced
at me once, almost as though to make sure that they were in the
right house. Then their eyes returned to Karen, and stayed
there.

Jerry finally looked up and said, "What the hell?!"

I smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I have a maid now. I hope that
isn't a problem for you."

Jerry looked at me and said, "Come on man, you don't have a maid.
This is your desperate attempt to distract us so that you can
finally win."

I said, "If that is what I am doing, it appears to be working."

Then I introduced Karen to Jerry and Eric. I told them that when
everyone was here I would explain what her chores were tonight.

While I was talking, Karen had come over to stand beside my
chair. I ran my hand over her ass and she shivered in excitement.
I glanced over and saw that the small piece of fabric that
covered her tight little pussy was getting damp. Her face and
neck and chest were very red, and that was why she looked so god
damned exciting. 

It was another fifteen minutes before all six of my friends had
arrived and been introduced to Karen and given drinks. Phil was
the last to arrive and he recognized her from her picture. We
headed into the game room but Phil hung back and asked me and
Karen to hold on a minute. 

When we were alone, he told Karen that his bouncers had
recognized her rapists from the pictures that I had given him and
caught them leaving with a drugged girl last night. 

She asked him what had happened to them and Phil said, "Do you
really want to know?"

I was pretty sure that she did, and I damned sure did and I
nodded. 

Phil said, "I had some men take them to an alley behind a gay bar
on the edge of town and strip them and tie them up and gag them.
Then they went inside and started spreading the word about them,
who they were, and what they had done, and why they were out
there.

They spent the entire night being fucked in the ass by the
patrons of the gay bar. My bouncers returned an hour after
closing and they were still being raped. They waited until the
last of the crowd was finished with them, cut them loose and
returned their clothing, and warned them that the next time they
heard of a girl being raped in town they were going to assume
that they had done it, and they were going to fix it so that they
could never rape anyone again.

I looked at Karen and said, "Sounds like justice was served to
me." 

She nodded and took Phil's hand and said, "Thanks, thanks to both
of you. I hated that they could do that and get away with it like
they did. I appreciate that you cared enough to do this."

And then the games began.

When we were all seated at the table I called Karen over and told
everyone that she was here, not entirely of her own free will.
Her main function was to look good and serve drinks and snacks.
She would, however, be available to everyone to use gently, if
they wished, in the spare bedroom upstairs, or right here if they
preferred. Several of my guests were married and I let them know
that they were free to grope her a little from time to time and
then go home and take it out on their wives if they preferred,
they were welcome to go as far as their consciences would allow.
And then the poker started. 

It was immediately apparent that I should have had a naked woman
present at all of the games that I hosted. I couldn't lose if I
tried. I know that my cards were no better than they usually
were, but the guys could not keep their eyes, or their hands, off
of Karen.

We had not played two full hands before I started hearing "Deal
me out," and Karen started leading them upstairs. I had my movie
camera set up on the tripod in the corner and if they noticed it,
none of my friends complained. I was looking forward to watching
the disk later, especially the one with my token black friend KC
on it.

By the end of the night, Karen was looking pretty tired. Two of
the married men had passed on going upstairs, but they had been
taking every opportunity to feel her up when she got close enough
to them.  She got close pretty often. The poor girl didn't get a
break all night. If she wasn't upstairs and fucking or sucking
one of my friends, she was fetching drinks and snacks, or she was
sitting in someone's lap and getting gently mauled. But after
about a half hour or so the nervousness disappeared and she
started having fun. She was laughing and joking with the guys and
she didn't even get that wound up when she was led off for her
first sexual experience with a black man.

Nearly all of the sex took place upstairs. She was made to suck
off one guy after he had pushed his chair back from the table. It
took a long time; he had already been upstairs twice. It was
obvious that Karen was embarrassed about sucking the guy off in
front of all the rest of us, but she gave it her all, just like a
good little slave.

The game finally broke up at a little after one AM. It was one of
the few times that I actually won enough money to pay for the
snacks that I provided. Karen said goodnight to everyone at the
door and was given a last mauling by all of them. Then she
started to clean up the mess. 

I stopped her and told her that we could do that tomorrow, and we
went to bed. I figured that she would be worn out, so I didn't
attempt to have sex with her. I held her in my arms and we
spooned until we fell asleep.

The next morning I got up and left her sleeping and went
downstairs and started cleaning up our mess. Actually, it wasn't
that bad. She had pretty much kept up with it during the evening.
By the time she got up an hour later, all traces of a poker game
were gone and coffee was ready.

I heard her coming down the stairs and poured her a cup of coffee
and she came over and hugged me and told me how sweet I was. Then
we went out back and drank coffee and she told me how much fun
she had last night.

I had been doing some heavy thinking this morning and I told her
that I thought that it was time to put an end to our
relationship. I thought that she had suffered enough.

She looked like I had slapped her.

Tears came to her eyes and she sat up and said, "Why? What did I
do wrong? I thought that I had done everything that you wanted!
What's wrong Sean?"

I took her hand and said, "You didn't do anything wrong. You are
perfect! The problem is that you are a married woman and I am
falling in love with you."

She got a funny look on her face and said, "Yeah, I know. And I
am falling in love with you too. Sucks, doesn't it?"

I nodded, it really did. Although we didn't have a lot in common,
aside from a love of sex, she was beautiful and she had a great
sense of humor and a nice personality, and she was just a lot of
fun to be with. And the longer I was with her, the harder it was
going to be to give her up. There was no way I could stay with
her until her husband came home and then just give her up. 

I told her all of that and then we were quiet for a while.
Finally she said, "Do we have to quit 'cold turkey'? What if we
tapered off? I don't want to be alone again. The first couple of
months after Rob left were hell. And I don't want to go eight or
nine more months without sex. It was going to be hard enough
going back to humdrum sex with Rob. He never makes me cum you
know."

"I don't know Karen," I said. "I didn't think that there was a
chance in hell that I could fall for you. But you are not who I
thought you were. And I love being with you, I love sleeping with
you and showering with you and taking you out and letting other
people look at your sexy body and have sex with you. If you were
single...., well, never mind, you aren't single. But Christ, I
have only known you for a week and I am falling in love with you.
How can I be with you for a year and let you go?"

She was sitting there naked, with tears running down her cheeks
and I pulled her to her feet and sat her down in my lap and held
her. I couldn't stand to see her like this, so I did the stupid
thing and said, "Okay, how about a compromise, how about if once
a week we go out to dinner? No sleeping together, no fun and
games, just friends."

She put her arms around my neck and hugged me and said, "That
would suck, but I will take what I can get. The problem is, you
are right, and I know that you are right because I have those
feelings too. But I can't stand the idea of not seeing you again.
So I will take what I can get."

So that was what we did. Once a week we went out to dinner, and
sometimes a movie. We sometimes went for motorcycle rides. She
tried to talk me into letting her serve at another poker game,
and the guys would have loved it. But I would not have been able
to control myself. I still had all of the movies that I had made
of her and I watched them from time to time.

Things changed though. Three months before he was supposed to
come home, Rob's emails started getting cold. Then, a month
later, he told her that he had fallen in love with a woman in his
unit and he wanted a divorce. You never saw a woman in your life
that was happier to be asked for a divorce.

Karen came to my house at eight PM one evening and handed me a
piece of paper. It was the email from Rob. She gave me thirty
seconds to read it and then she said, "Now can we fuck?!"

I had to admit that my feelings for Karen had not changed. I
guess the weekly date had kept them alive. I pulled her inside
and took her in my arms and said, "The cuffs are still attached
to the bed."

She bit my neck and grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs
as fast as she could get me to move. We made love all night long.
Well, no, that isn't quite right. We made love several times, but
most of the time we fucked. We fucked hard and loud and there is
no doubt in my mind that the neighbors heard her screams.

The next day was Saturday and I took her out shopping. I thought
that now that she was going to be moving in with me it was time
to get her a new wardrobe. We drove over to her favorite clothing
store, Sweet Nothings, and she introduced me to Jo, the owner. 

You should have seen the look on Jo's face when Karen told her
that she was getting a divorce, and she was obviously excited
about it. Jo didn't know what to say.

We picked out a dozen outfits and Karen put on one hell of a show
when she tried them on. I held the door to the changing room open
and as Karen changed a small crowd gathered to watch. 

Jo came over and smiled at me and said, "For some reason, all of
my best customers try on clothes that way!"

"Do you mind?" I asked.

"Hell no!" she exclaimed. "It's great for business. You watch,
some of these people are going to see how great she looks in some
of those outfits and they are going to ask where you got them.
And then they are going to buy them. No, I don't mind at all. In
fact, I have thought about taking the doors off of these changing
rooms, or at least half of them."

"I think that's a great idea," I said. "Hell, I'd come here every
week to shop."

Jo went off to help a customer and she had been right, three
times while Karen was trying on clothes, someone asked where we
had gotten a particular garment and I had to point out where it
had come from.

After I had paid for Karen's divorce presents, we drove to an
adult video store and I dragged her inside to look at toys. We
picked out a pair of handcuffs, some nipple clamps, several more
types of leather restraints, some very exotic vibrators and a few
more outfits which she tried on right there in front of everyone.
She had not had so much excitement since we had decided to cool
it seven months ago. I hadn't either.

Karen wanted to move in with me, and I wanted that too. But I
convinced her that it was in her best interests to wait until
after the divorce. She saw the wisdom in that, and so she
maintained her residence. But now she spent a lot of nights with
me, a lot of long, hot, exciting nights.

And the games began again. 

The day after she had come over to my house all excited because
Rob wanted a divorce I dressed her in a little dress that just
barely covered her nipples. Both sides of her breasts were
exposed and any sudden moves caused one or both of her breasts to
be uncovered. I drove her to the park and for the first time in
seven months we took a walk along the running path.

It wasn't very crowded, but everyone that we passed enjoyed
seeing Karen. As we neared the bandstand I said, "You missed
being a slut these last nine months didn't you? You missed being
raped too, didn't you?"

She stopped and turned to face me and said, "As horrible as it
sounds, yes, I did. I wish that it wasn't true about me. I wish I
could have gone back to being who I used to think that I was. But
to be honest, as much as I missed being with you these last few
months, being with you sexually, being your lover, I missed the
games just as much. The question now is, can you love a woman
that enjoys those games?"

I took her in my arms and said, "After what we went through that
first week we spent together, I don't think that I could love a
woman that didn't enjoy those games. I wish we had more in
common. I wish you loved to read, I wish that you got excited at
the sight of a used book store. We may have a problem over the
years because of how different we are. But I have missed you,
missed playing those games with you since I was stupid enough to
stop. But trust me; I am going to make up for lost time."

I put my arm around her and led her up onto the grandstand. I
felt the excitement rising in both of us as we approached it and
climbed the stairs, even though there didn't seem to be anyone
nearby at the time. 

I led her to the rear of the bandstand and I slipped the straps
of her sexy little dress down off of her shoulders and then I
slid it off of her and tossed it on the bench nearby. We kissed
and I caressed her naked body for a minute, then I guided her to
the bench and pulled a couple of short lengths of rope from my
back pocket and tied her wrists to the railing around the
bandstand. As soon as her wrists were secured I pulled the
blindfold out and slipped it over her head. 

There didn't seem to be anyone else around, but the fact that she
was tied up and blindfolded and helpless in a public place was
turning us both on. As soon as I had her the way that I wanted
her I moved away and left her sitting there alone to wonder what
might happen next. 

What actually happened next was as big a surprise to me as it was
to Karen. I heard someone on the stairs and I looked over to see
the teenage girl that had been in the group of five that had been
here at the bandstand the last time we had come.

I smiled at her and she came over and sat down beside me. She
looked at Karen for a minute and then said, "The guys really
missed you when you stopped coming here. I did too. It was
exciting to watch."

I responded, "We had a problem we had to work out. We have solved
it now and this is the first time we have been able to play since
the last time that we were here. Believe me, we missed it too."

The girl never took her gaze from Karen's naked body. After
staring at Karen for another minute or two she said, "I just had
a birthday. I'm sixteen now."

I wasn't sure what her point was, it seemed like an unusual thing
to say. So I just smiled and told her that she was turning into a
beautiful young lady.

She finally looked me in the eye and said, "I have been thinking
about you two, and the game you play, the slave game, since that
night. I can't help it, it is so fucking hot! I want to be a
slave too. Could I be your slave? Can you have two slaves?"

I had not seen that coming. I put my arm around her and held her
for a minute, trying to decide how best to answer her. I didn't
want to hurt her feelings, make her feel rejected, but she was
much too young for these games. And she was too young to know
what she wanted.

I tried reminding her of the conversation that she had had with
Karen the last time, when Karen had told her to wait until she
was older and more mature. I wasn't getting through to her and it
was obvious. So I got up and untied Karen and took off her
blindfold and gave her back her dress. I suggested that she have
a talk with the girl, who I finally found out actually had a
name, Lisa.

Lisa watched Karen getting dressed and said, "You are very
beautiful, I love the way you look naked. You should have heard
the way the guys talked for months after that day."

I decided that this was a talk they might better have without me
around. I wanted them to be able to talk freely and openly, so I
went for a walk. I walked up a side path and sat down on a park
bench within sight of the bandstand.

I noticed, while I was sitting there keeping my eyes on the girls
that anyone on this bench, or coming up this path, would have a
pretty good view of anything that happened in the center of the
bandstand. I resolved from now on, if we used the bandstand for a
playground again, that it would be much better to move to the
sides. That would be a lot more discrete.

After about a half an hour or so, Karen waived to me and I got up
and went to see if she had straightened Lisa out. I went up into
the bandstand and sat down beside Karen and she asked, "Would you
like having two slaves Sean?"

Obviously talking sense to Lisa had not worked out too well.

I said, "Karen, she is only sixteen!"

"I know," Karen said. "But I think we have created a monster. It
is our fault; we let her get involved in something that we
shouldn't have and now she is warped for life."

I looked at Lisa and asked, "Sweetheart, are you still a
virgin?"

She hesitated, and then she responded, "I haven't had
intercourse. I have been doing other things."

Karen said, "Sean, after we stopped coming to the park and
playing with her brother and his friends, they started playing
some of those games with Lisa."

"Like what?" I asked.

Lisa didn't seem the least bit embarrassed when she replied, "It
started the first few times with letting them take my clothes off
and touch me, explore my body, but no sex. Then, after a month or
so they would tie me up sometimes and play with me for hours. It
wasn't long after that that they started getting undressed too.
And I promise you, they weren't making me do anything that I
didn't want to do. I loved it."

"At first," she continued, "they would touch me for a while and
get all excited, then one day one of them, Chris was the first
one, started playing with his cock and he shot his cum all over
my tits. The other three thought that was hot, so they did it
too. They still don't know it, but when they did that, when my
tits were covered with their four loads of cum, I had an orgasm
too."

Nothing seemed to embarrass this girl. In fact, I was watching
her explain what had happened and I could see that she was
getting turned on just telling me about it.

"Then, the next day after they had tied me up and cum on my tits,
Chris untied one of my hands and made me beat him off, and then
of course I had to do it for the others, even my brother! It was
only a few days after that, I was tied up and just as excited as
the guys were, when Chris put his dick on my lips and I didn't
even wait to be told what to do. I started sucking him off. That
is what I have been doing for about the last four months or so.
But it is like Karen said; the guys only care about one thing,
themselves. They just want to get off and they don't even care if
I cum or not."

I looked at Karen and asked, "I don't know baby. She is awfully
young. We have apparently already fucked up her mind. Do you want
to do this? Are you sure that you wouldn't get jealous if you saw
me playing around with her?"

Karen smiled and said, "I think she would be better off than with
four idiot teenage boys. And as far as jealous, I don't think I
have that bone. I'll make you a deal, if you promise not to get
jealous when you see me with her, I promise not to get jealous
when I see you with her."

That got my dick hard.

It was getting late, so I asked Lisa what time she had to get
home. She smiled, realizing that I had given in pretty easily,
and said, "Hang on; I just need to make a quick phone call."

Lisa grabbed her cell phone and moved off of the bandstand and
stood down on the path. I waited until she was out of hearing
range and said to Karen, "Are you sure about this. I don't want
to screw the poor girl up for life. She is awfully young."

Karen said, "We apparently already screwed her up. I was thinking
we can all have a good time, satisfy her fantasies a little, and
ours, and just kind of watch over her. Besides, the age of
consent in this state is sixteen. I think she is already being
taken advantage of by her brother and his pals a lot worse than
anything we might do to her. At least with us she will get to cum
too."

Lisa came back up onto the bandstand smiling and said, "I am
staying over a friend's house tonight. I just need to stop at my
house and get my toothbrush and a change of clothes. Friday was
the last day of the school year so my schedule is pretty loose. I
have to check in before ten o'clock tomorrow evening. I doubt if
I can stay over two nights in a row, at least not very often."

We got in my car and I drove Lisa home and parked a few houses
down from where she lived. She was in and out of her house in
three minutes and then I drove to my house. We went in and I led
the way into the backyard. I sat down and got comfortable and
watched my slave and her new apprentice undress. I had expected
Lisa to be nervous, perhaps a little hesitant, but she wasn't.
She seemed anxious to get naked. You have to like that in a
beautiful young woman, or girl, whatever.

The girls went into the pool and swam around and talked quietly
for a while. I still had some soul searching to do. I had to
admit that Lisa was a very sexy girl and I found the idea of
granting her request and making her a sex slave very attractive.
She certainly looked mature enough to join in the fun in games.
But Christ! She was sixteen. I know that sixteen is the age of
consent in this state, so I wouldn't be breaking the law. At
least I hoped not.

Karen didn't seem to have any doubts. They were sitting together
on the pool steps, up to their necks in water and talking
quietly, laughing and joking and getting along fine. Oh well, a
man has to do what a man has to do.

I stood up and undressed and dove into the pool. I swam up to the
girls and when I got close I saw that they had their hands in
each others laps. No wonder they were smiling.

I smiled at Karen and said, "Child molester!"

Karen said, "Look at those tits and tell me what a child she
is!"

Lisa did have a perfect C cup; they were high and firm and were
as good as any you ever saw in a Playboy Magazine. But I still
preferred Karen's A/B cup, thank you very much.

I invited them inside. It was getting late, and Karen and I had
not had anything to eat since lunch and it was beginning to look
like we were going to need our strength. Karen started supper and
I took Lisa upstairs. I pulled out some of the leather straps
that I had bought for Karen and they fit Lisa just fine. I
attached straps to her upper thighs and then I put her wrists in
the attached cuffs. I attached another strap to her elbows and
tightened them up a little, just enough to thrust her breasts out
without being too uncomfortable. 

As I put them on her I watched her face and her excitement was
obvious. When her arms were restrained I put a dog collar around
her neck. She had an exceptionally long thin neck and the collar
fit a little loose. I guess she was going to need a collar of her
own. I picked up the nipple clamps, but before I attached them I
touched her, exploring her body for the first time. 

I caressed her firm breasts and she reacted instantly. I thought
she was going to fall down for a moment. She closed her eyes and
her legs got weak, it was pretty amusing. I moved my fingers down
to her tight pussy and gently inserted one finger. She was
dripping wet and her hips thrust to meet my finger as I inserted
it. I had to pull back to avoid tearing her hymen, which my
finger touched when she had thrust her hips at me, it was still
intact. 

I pulled my finger from her pussy and let her suck it clean. Then
I played with her nipples again, squeezing them, just to see if
she would react like Karen did. I was pleasantly surprised to
find that she did. I had only begun to squeeze them when she had
an orgasm and again she almost lost her balance. I grabbed her
arm and steadied her. When she was ready to stand on her own I
let her go and attached the nipple clamps. I didn't tighten them
too much. I didn't want to damage or desensitize her nipples. I
tightened them down just enough to be uncomfortable, and to
remind her of her new position in life.

I grabbed the blindfold from the drawer and led Lisa back
downstairs. I sat her in a chair in the kitchen and put the
blindfold on her and sat next to her and watched Karen make
supper.

From time to time I would reach out and touch Lisa, and whenever
she got close enough I would grope Karen as well. And whenever
Karen got close enough, she too explored Lisa's sweet body. I
have to admit, it was hard to know where to look. There was a
beautiful naked woman just about anywhere I looked.

While Karen and I ate a light supper, Lisa sat and enjoyed her
bondage and answered our questions. We learned that not one of
the four boys that had been using her had ever eaten her pussy.
She had never had sex with another girl, but had thought about
it. Her brother recently started to come to her room at night and
make her suck him off. She had recently started deepthroating the
boys, after being forced to the first few times. 

We learned that her brother had not exposed her to others of his
friends, or strangers, or made her have sex with anyone outside
of the group of four that I had allowed to fuck Karen on the
bandstand.

Lisa admitted that she had had fantasies about sexual servitude,
exhibitionism, and many other things, long before she had met us
in the park. Her fantasies had been fueled mainly by the stories
and pictures she had discovered on the internet. It seems that
Karen and I were not entirely responsible for Lisa's fantasies
and her recent activities, although watching the four boys fuck
and get sucked off by Karen had been the most exciting thing that
she had ever seen. 

Karen and I had finished eating and as we talked I removed the
nipple clamps and Karen and I asked Lisa about her experiences
and her fantasies. Karen and I were caressing Lisa while we
questioned her and her arousal was really loosening up her
tongue.

When Karen and I had run out of questions to ask I stood up and
touched the head of my cock to Lisa's lips. She licked it eagerly
and then put her lips around it and started moving her head up
and down enthusiastically.

My cock was a bit longer and quite a bit fatter than the other
four cocks that she had been sucking on lately and I didn't
expect her to be able to take it into her throat. I didn't even
try. But it soon became obvious that she was not intimidated by
my larger size. She began driving her mouth farther and farther
down my shaft and struggling to take it into her throat. 

I saw her struggling and started to tell her not to even try,
because even if she could eventually deepthroat me, I didn't
think that she would be able to do it sitting in front of me
because of the angle of entry. But before I finished telling her
not to do it, she was doing it! I groaned in pleasure at the very
exciting feeling. It was something that I had never experienced
before. It was also a very erotic sight, to see my cock buried to
the hilt in that beautiful young woman's mouth. 

Karen thought so to. Her mouth opened in amazement and she said,
"Oh my god! Lisa, you have to teach me how to do that!"

Lisa moaned what must have been an affirmative response, and the
vibrations that traveled up and down my cock when she moaned were
almost enough to put me over the top. I managed to get myself
under control though. At least until Karen got more involved. She
started toying with my balls and at the same time she leaned down
and was licking and kissing Lisa's face. 

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out until the head of my
cock was in Lisa's mouth and Karen saw what was happening and she
finished me off with her hand. I filled Lisa's mouth with cum and
she swallowed it eagerly.

I am not in the habit of having orgasms while standing and I
almost fell over when my knees started to give out. This had been
one of the most erotic things I had ever seen or taken part in. I
reached out and put my hand on the back of Lisa's chair and then
sat down and watched as Karen started kissing Lisa passionately,
and she eagerly returned those lustful kisses.

Karen stopped kissing Lisa, turned to me and asked breathlessly,
"Can I have her now?"

I nodded and Karen eagerly removed Lisa's restraints and then her
blindfold and led her into the living room. They spread a blanket
out on the floor and by the time I walked in and sat down they
were on the floor and making out like it was their honeymoon.

I had a sudden inspiration and I went to the closet and dug out
my digital movie camera and started recording. I knew that I
would enjoy watching this later, and my conscience had given up
and receded from the picture and there was no doubt in my mind
now that I was going to take this girl's virginity from her
tonight. I thought that she might want a movie of it to show to
all of her friends when she was old and living in a rest home. 

Karen had stopped kissing Lisa's pouty lips and was now licking
and kissing her way down her body, spending a long time on those
nice sensitive breasts. I had wanted to be the first person to
eat Lisa's pussy, but I realized that there was no way that I
could stop this show. It was just too fucking hot. 

Besides, I would still get to bust that cherry. I had never made
love to a virgin, and never had any real desire to. But since she
was here and begging for it, I would do my best to make it an
exciting and pleasant experience for her.

I had the camera aimed at Lisa's face when Karen's tongue first
came into contact with her pussy. She screamed in excitement and
her whole body trembled. It was amazing to watch and see so much
pleasure on her face. I panned the camera down and got some good
close-ups of Lisa's creamy pussy and Karen's tongue eating her
out. 

As she had orgasm after orgasm, Lisa was thrashing around and
squeezing and pulling on her own breasts and swearing and
panting. Even just an audio tape of her reactions would be hot.

Lisa finally reached a point that she couldn't take anymore and
she pushed Karen's head away and begged her to stop. Karen smiled
up at me and then she gently kissed Lisa's thighs and her stomach
and let her relax and catch her breath.

After a few minutes Lisa opened her eyes and smiled at Karen, and
then up at the camera, and then she reached down and pulled Karen
up over her and kissed her and licked her face clean. They kissed
for a moment and then Lisa said, "Your turn."

Karen rolled over onto her back and Lisa began to kiss her way
down Karen's body, just like Karen had done for her. I knew that
this was the first time for both women, but they were both taking
to it like ducks to water. 

Lisa was fascinated by Karen's breasts and spent a long time
exploring them. I watched as she squeezed one of Karen's nipples
to see if she would have an orgasm, just like Lisa had when I had
done it to her. It tickled the hell out of her when it worked.
Once she had given Karen an orgasm that way she began to kiss her
way down over Karen's sexy flat stomach and soon she was lying
between Karen's legs and gently exploring her pussy with her
fingers. 

Neither girl had ever seen a vagina close up before. They were
both intrigued, and watching them explore each other, and the
look of excitement on their faces while they became familiar with
a body part that they had had for years but knew so little about
was awesome. I felt like more of a voyeur than I was. I was
sharing a very private and very exciting moment in their lives.

After Lisa had explored Karen's pussy for a few minutes, she
kissed it and then started licking without the slightest
hesitation. I felt a little left out, but watching these two was
even more exciting than watching Karen with the four boys had
been. 

Karen started having orgasms almost immediately. She had been
very turned on by eating out Lisa and she loved being filmed and
I think now that she must have had a little crush on Lisa. She
was really wound up tight and she was just as out of control when
she started having orgasms after orgasm as Lisa had been. But
Lisa hung on tight and rode with her as Karen thrust her hips and
wriggled around uncontrollably. I wasn't going to be able take
much more of this. 

After a couple of minutes, Karen couldn't take it anymore and she
pushed Lisa's head away. Lisa moved up and they kissed for a
while. And I got it all on camera. When they had finally come to
rest I stopped the camera and put a new disk in it. I checked the
battery level and then I put it aside for a few minutes and
helped the girls up so that we could go out by the pool and have
a drink and rest for a few minutes.

No one spoke at first. Lisa and Karen kept looking at each other
and grinning like a couple of very beautiful idiots. I am going
to take a wild guess here and say that they had both enjoyed what
had just happened very, very much.

I asked Lisa, "Was that almost as much fun as when you were with
the four boys?"

Lisa laughed out loud and said, "Oh my god! That was the most
fantastic thing that ever happened to me!"

Karen said, "Yeah, that was pretty not. But it is fun being
fucked by four horny boys too."

Lisa looked embarrassed, but she said, "Yes, I love it when they
play with my body and make me suck their cocks. But I never came
like that before. Not even when I masturbated while I was
thinking about them later."

We swam a little and talked a little over the next hour or so. I
tried to keep my distance from Lisa. Despite the show I had just
filmed and how excited it had made me, I was still a bit
reluctant to have sex with a sixteen year old girl. But she
didn't make it easy. She kept floating over to me and rubbing her
nubile young body against me, or running her hand down my chest,
stopping just short of my cock, which had been in some stage of
hard or nearly hard since we got home.

She was a real tease, never quite taking hold of my cock, just
touching my stomach and smiling sweetly. And if she wasn't
teasing me, Karen was, or they were both moving their hands over
me at the same time. Considering that they were supposed to be my
sex slaves and I was supposed to be in charge, it was pretty
obvious that I had lost control of this situation.

I finally decided that it was time to reassert my control. I
ordered both of them out of the pool and told them that it was
time to go upstairs and take a shower and go to bed. I followed
them closely, enjoying the wonderful view. On the way through the
living room I grabbed the video camera and followed those two
beautiful asses up the stairs.

We got into my large, walk-in shower that I had had specially
built a few years ago. It was large enough for the three of us
and several more besides. As soon as the water was warm we
started lathering each other up, but I was definitely getting the
most attention now. I soaped Lisa with Karen's help, and then I
soaped up Karen with Lisa's help, and then they both soaped me up
and I had to put a stop to that before very long. Even though
Lisa had sucked me off earlier, I had been in some stage of
arousal since we went to the park this evening. The next time I
had an orgasm I wanted it to be after I had taken her virginity.

We dried each other off and went in to the bedroom. While the
girls got comfortable on my king sized bed, I set the camera up
on the tripod and turned it on. Then I joined them in the bed.

We put Lisa between us and started teasing her with our fingers,
her soft, firm breasts seemed to fascinate Karen. I thought that
I might need to reassure her that I preferred her more petite
figure at some future date, but this didn't seem to be the best
time for that.

I kissed and caressed her face and her neck and paused only
briefly to tease a breast before moving down over her flat
stomach. I slid a finger between her thighs and her slit was
soaking wet. I couldn't stand it any longer, I had to taste her.
I knew that she would not taste any different because she was a
virgin, but something about the concept of licking and sucking on
a virgin pussy was terribly exciting. Even though Karen had given
it a great workout earlier, I would still be the first man to eat
her beautiful young pussy.

When she saw what I had in mind she spread her legs eagerly and I
moved between them and kissed all around her still swollen sex
organ. I had never seen a virgin's pussy before, but Karen was
only a few years older than Lisa and had not been all that
experienced and to be honest, there appeared to be very little
difference between them. 

As soon as I touched my tongue to Lisa's pussy she cried out in
pleasure and her whole body twitched in a spasm of uncontrolled
passion. I was afraid I might have an orgasm just from the
foreplay. She was really turning me on.

I teased her pussy with my tongue while Karen continued to kiss
her, alternating between her breasts and her lips. Lisa started
cumming almost immediately and she was having one orgasm after
another. I knew that she was more than ready now, and I was
running out of time myself. If I wanted to fuck her, now was the
optimum time. I reached into my nightstand and got a condom and
started to put it on. She grabbed it from me and said, "No, you
don't need that. I'm on the pill. I want you to cum in me."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved up over her and
Karen guided my cock into Lisa's superheated pussy. The sensation
was incredible, totally irresistible. I slowly let my cock slide
in until I felt her hymen blocking my way. 

Lisa had tensed up a little, and I wanted her to relax first. I
wanted it to be as good for her as possible. I pulled back out
and started sliding in and out of her, just enough to keep from
hurting her. I was kissing her neck and her ear and talking
calmly to her, telling her to relax, I didn't want to hurt her. I
assured her that I wouldn't do it until she was ready. 

Meanwhile, Karen was kissing her other ear and whispering that it
was nothing more than a little pinch, and then it was gone. And
it was well worth it. 

We continued to tease Lisa and I continued to fuck a couple of
inches of my cock into her hot, wet hole. She was starting to
move her hips up to meet my gentle thrusts, making it hard to
keep from going too deep. I felt Karen's hand slide between us
and move down to caress Lisa's clit and she started moaning and
soon she was begging me to fuck her.

But I wasn't through teasing her. I continued to kiss her and
move in and out of her with short strokes and I whispered in her
ear, "Are you sure? Are you really ready? Are you ready for your
first fuck? Are you ready to be filled up with cock? Do you want
me to fill your hot little cunt with cum?"

Lisa kept saying "Yes!" over and over, louder and louder until
finally she grabbed my ass and yelled, "God damn you! Fuck me!"

And as she screamed out her lust she thrust up and took her own
virginity, impaling herself on my cock. I felt my hard cock sink
down inside of her and I stopped as soon as I was buried in her
and looked at her face to gauge her reaction.

There was just the briefest look of surprise on her face, and
then she was smiling. She took her hands from my ass and put them
around my neck and kissed me passionately. I waited for her to
let me go long enough to ask, "Okay? Are you ready?"

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed. "I hardly felt it! God, you feel so
good in me. I love cock! I love fucking!"

I turned to Karen and kissed her and said, "I think she likes
it."

Karen giggled and said, "I never realized what a tease you were!
Damn Sean, fuck the poor girl!"

So I did. She came twice before I came in her. That's saying
something, because I was so turned on that I lasted only a few
minutes. But after I came I stayed inside of her and continued to
pump in and out gently and I never went soft. I teased her like
that for a few minutes and soon we were fucking again and we both
lasted longer this time. She was having the time of her life, and
so was I. She was an incredible fuck, and Karen was doing
everything that she could think of to make it that much hotter. 

Karen moved back and forth between us, kissing Lisa for a while
and then kissing me. And her hand alternated between teasing
Lisa's clit and reaching between my legs and teasing my balls.
The overload of sexual sensations was incredible. 

At last, Lisa and I came one more time and I collapsed onto the
bed beside her, totally exhausted.

I lay there listening to Lisa rave about how wonderful fucking
was and I had to believe that she was not going to have a horror
story about how she lost her virginity. And she was certainly
doing my self esteem a lot of good.

Lisa finally calmed down and the room was quiet for a few
moments. No one spoke for a while and then Lisa said, "I want to
move in with you guys."

Karen and I chuckled and I am sure that we both wished she could.
I was about to tell her that when she turned eighteen and
finished school we would love to have her. But she said, "I mean
it. I want to live here. I want to be your slave. I want to be
made to do sexy things and I want to have sex with both of you
ten times a day."

I finally interrupted and said, "Lisa, we would love to have you.
But I am afraid your parents might have a problem with that."

She turned towards me and threw her leg over mine and her arm
over my chest and nuzzled my neck and said, "Maybe not. I don't
have a dad. And I don't get along with my mom, especially not
lately. And I am pretty sure she knows that my brother is doing
things to me. I actually think that she would love to have me out
of the house."

I looked at Karen and she was grinning, thinking about how much
fun it would be to have Lisa to play with whenever she wanted.
But I just couldn't believe that the mother of a teenage girl
would allow her to move in with a couple of complete strangers.
And I told Lisa as much.

Lisa was quiet for a moment and then she asked, "If she would let
me, would it be okay with you?"

I didn't think that there was a chance in hell, but I certainly
didn't have any objections. I knew that Karen would love it too.
But I said, "You know, if you came to live here, you would still
be a sixteen year old girl. You would still have to go to school.
You would still have chores; you would not be allowed to run
wild. The only difference would be that you would get laid a
lot."

She grinned and said, "I like getting laid, a lot!"

We were quiet for a few minutes and then she said, "I wasn't
kidding. I think she would like it if I came here to live. I
mean, she would have to meet you. She would probably want to come
and see the house and make sure you aren't a pimp or a druggy or
something. But she and I are like oil and water lately. And it
isn't all just because I am a teenage girl. I would promise to go
to school and do my homework and obey all of your rules. And if I
don't you can punish me, you can spank me."

"Why aren't you and your mother getting along?" Karen asked.

Lisa shrugged and said, "We never have. She isn't my real mother.
My dad married her when I was nine and we didn't get along right
from the start. Then, after my dad died of cancer three years ago
we really started having problems. My dad wasn't there to referee
any longer. Now we just try to avoid being in the same room
together."

"What about your brother?" I asked.

"Stepbrother," Lisa replied. "He is her son. He and I get along
okay, especially when he is getting all the blowjobs he wants
from me. That was why I got on the pill. I figured that any day
now one of those guys, probably Chris, was going to stop settling
for a blowjob. And then I would be fucking all four of them."

"You still might," I said. 

Lisa grinned and said, "Your wish is my command, master."

"Do you really think your mother would let you move out?" Karen
asked.

"I think so. I think she would be relieved, as long as she could
tell herself that she had checked and I was moving into a good
environment."

I looked at Karen and she said, "It's worth a shot. I would like
having the little slut around to play with."

I reached over Lisa and moved my finger up and down through
Karen's slit. Her pussy and her thighs were drenched. I smiled at
her and said, I think you could use someone playing with you
right now. You will never be able to get to sleep like this."

She smiled and said, "That's why I love you, you are such a
considerate owner."

I ordered Lisa to get between her thighs and provide her with a
little relief while I got up and removed the camera from the
tripod and got a few more good close-ups in the short amount of
time that it took Lisa to bring her off.

We finally went to bed; I mean to sleep, in a confused tangle of
arms and legs. But we were all pleasantly tired and we slept very
well that night.

The next day I woke up first and swam some laps and then started
breakfast. When the girls finally came down I made them each one
of my world famous five cheese omelets and we ate out by the
pool. Then we all dressed and drove Lisa home. Karen and I went
back to the house and waited nervously for some word from her
that either she was moving in with us, she was staying where she
was, or Karen and I were going to jail for molesting a teenage
girl.

It turned out just like Lisa had predicted. Lisa and her mother
came to our door after a couple of hours had passed very slowly
and Karen let them in. We had a long talk with her and convinced
her that we were a normal couple with Lisa's best interests at
heart. To be honest, it didn't take much. Lisa's mother toured
the house and asked us a few rudimentary questions and we all
agreed to give it a six month trial period. Then, if it worked,
we would see what legal papers needed to be drawn up to make it a
more permanent arrangement. Until then we would just get a couple
of Powers of Attorney drawn up so that we could get any medical
care she needed and be responsible for her education.

It had gone much easier than I expected and we actually got along
pretty well with her. Despite what Lisa said about her, I thought
she seemed quite reasonable. 

We drove Lisa back home and helped her pack up her belongings and
had her moved into the spare bedroom by dusk. We were all pretty
worn out by then, though it had not been that much work. So
instead of cooking I drove them out to my favorite biker bar for
BBQ and beer. Well, Lisa had coke.

We got a good table by the water and after we ordered I saw
someone I wanted to talk to. I excused myself and went over to
talk to my friend Don, and Leo, the man he was sitting with. I
saw Leo around from time to time. He did tattoos and piercings,
mostly for the biker crowd. It was Leo that had pierced the
mother and daughter duo out here on the deck a little while back.
People were still talking about that.

I told Leo that I had some questions about piercing and he was
only too happy to answer them. I explained that I had two young
ladies that could orgasm quite easily from just having their
nipples squeezed and pinched. I would like to have them pierced,
but I would hate to screw that up.

Leo assured me that not only would it not screw it up, it would
make it better, once they had healed. As we were talking I saw
that my buddy didn't believe me, so I invited them to join us.

They were only too happy to. They grabbed their drinks and
followed me to my table. My buddy, Don, sat down on the other
side of Karen, I was in the middle and Leo was on the other side
of Lisa. I made the introductions and then I lifted Karen's top
and showed them how easily she could have an orgasm from having
her nipples squeezed. 

As I lifted her top and began to squeeze her nipple I heard the
conversation at the surrounding tables come to a complete stop. I
glanced around and saw everyone around us staring, and that
didn't inhibit Karen at all. In fact, I believe it made it just
that much more exciting for her. In far too short a time, as far
as the audience was concerned, Karen reached a very nice orgasm
as she struggled to keep from being too obvious about it. 

She slumped in her chair and Don just stared in amazement. He had
never seen a woman do that before. I left Karen's top up over her
breasts and then I turned to Lisa and pulled her top up over her
breasts. I told Leo to go ahead and do the same thing to her.

He looked at Lisa and she smiled at him and waited for him to
start squeezing. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her and
took one of her nipples between his thumb and his finger and
started squeezing. He wasn't squeezing hard enough at first and I
had to keep telling him to squeeze harder and before very long
Lisa was groaning loudly and cumming before the appreciative
audience.

When she had relaxed back in her seat I asked Leo, "You are sure
they will still be able to do that?"

He smiled at me and said, "Quicker."

He didn't have his things with him, so we agreed to meet here
after work on Wednesday. The girls were looking at me curiously
and I was going to keep them in suspense, but Leo asked, "Just
the nipples?"

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Aw, what the hell,
might as well go for three."

He shook my hand and told me that he would see me on Wednesday.
Then he and Don paid their tabs and left.

Everyone around seemed to be enjoying the view, I certainly was,
so I left the girls tops up and their tits uncovered and Lisa
leaned towards me and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not
complaining, but can't we bet in trouble for this?"

I chuckled and said, "No darling, not in this place."

Our food arrived and I let the girls put their tops back in place
so that we could eat in peace. After we ate we relaxed and Karen
and I finished our drinks, then we left. Tomorrow was Monday and
Karen had to go to work. 

Lisa was still in bed when Karen went to her office in the
morning. I left at the same time, I had a new customer to get set
up and I had a few stops to make around town to check on
programming updates. When I got home at a little after three Lisa
was floating in the pool on a raft, naked. 

I suggested that she get out of the pool and join me in the shade
for a while. It was very hot and the sun was going to turn her
into a prune. I could tell that she had slathered on the sun
block, but still, she didn't need any more tan. 

I got us each a glass of ice water and we sat and talked for a
long while. She was a remarkable teenager. She was very
intelligent, she loved to read. I liked her more already!

She was up to date on world events. She had a great sense of
humor and despite her being over sexed she was a pretty normal
young woman. 

After I had taken the time to learn a lot more about her I said,
"You are a remarkable young woman. You are just what I would want
my daughter to be, if I had one. I am glad that you came to live
with us. And I am not saying that just because you are so hot."

She grinned and said, "Thanks, I don't think anyone has said
anything nice about me since my dad died. Well, except for the
guys, and they just were trying to get laid."

I pulled her into my lap and said, "I didn't say it because I
want to get laid." I kissed her forehead and hugged her. I
started wondering if she was being so sexual at such a young age
because she was starved for affection. That's all my conscience
needed to hear!

I held her close and said, "I think we have a good shot of making
this permanent. At least I hope so. We will be a strange family,
but I am glad that you are going to be a part of it. If you need
anything, or if you want anything, tell me, okay?"

She smiled at me, but there were tears in her eyes. She hugged my
neck and said, "Listen, don't think this lets you off the hook
for the sex, okay? But it has been so long since someone hugged
me just because they like me. Thanks, I needed that."

I held her in my lap and hugged her and kissed her hair and told
her that there would be a lot of hugs. Now my emotions were
really going crazy. I was starting to feel like I had a daughter,
even if I was only ten years older than her. And I was starting
to feel protective. That was going to mess up everything!

She suddenly sat up and looked at my face and it was like she
could read my mind. "Oh no you fucking don't!" she exploded. "I
want you to like me, to love me. I want you to hug me and watch
out for me. But you promised that I could be your sex slave. I am
holding you to it!"

"I don't recall saying those exact words," I said. "But don't
worry; as long as I don't think I am fucking you up any more than
you already are, I am afraid that it would be hard to transition
to a platonic relationship with you. You are too fucking hot!"

I checked my watch and asked, "Can you cook?"

She shrugged and said, "Not much, some things."

"Want to learn?" I asked.

"Yeah!" she said, and it almost sounded like she was honored that
I had even suggested it.

"Come on, let's go take a shower and then we can start with the
basic survival meal," I said.

I helped her up and then I stood up and bent over and tossed her
over my shoulder and carried her upstairs. It was no small feat
considering how oiled up she was.

As I carried her away she beat on my back, lightly, and whispered
for help.

We took a quick shower. Well, not too quick, she was too much fun
to wash. Then I slipped on a pair of running shorts and we went
downstairs and I taught her my secret recipe for cheeseburgers. I
know what you are thinking. It isn't fair that I would teach her
and I won't tell you, but I felt that I owed it to her.

While she was preparing some patties according to my directions,
I showed her how to make homemade french-fries and by the time
Karen got home all I had to do was toss the burgers on the grill
and a nice backyard supper was ready. 

When Karen got home we ate and had a pleasant conversation and I
noticed that we seemed to be turning into a family rather
quickly. We were already very comfortable with each other. It
just felt good to be here together. After we ate we swam and
horsed around in the pool for a while. Horsing around with two
beautiful young ladies takes on a whole new meaning. 

I found that I was spending a lot of time lately with a hardon.
Karen grabbed hold of it at one point and said, "I would have
thought that after spending so much of the day with Lisa this
would be all taken care of."

I kissed her and said, "No Karen, I was saving myself for you.
Actually, we had some quality father/daughter time this
afternoon, well, except for the shower."

She cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "You don't have to do that
you know. I don't expect you to be in the house with her and not
have sex. I'll understand, hell, I'd fuck her!"

I held her close and said, "I can't promise that I will never
fuck her when you are not around, but I don't want that to be the
reason she is here. I think it's best if you are here. Besides,
you already know what a bear of a conscience I have. Look how
much time it cost us."

Karen smiled and said, "Yeah, you just don't learn."

After a little while we got out of the pool and sat at the table
and Lisa suggested that we go to the park and take a walk. 

I asked her if she was looking forward to fucking her brother and
his friends and she just grinned and shrugged. While I was
thinking it over Karen said, "I have an idea, how about another
poker game?"

Lisa said, "Oh yeah! I like poker!"

Karen put her arms around Lisa and said, "No dear, you are too
young to play poker. Besides, you and I are the entertainment."

That put a smile on Lisa's face.

I said, "Okay, I'll see if I can set one up for Friday or
Saturday. And I guess we are going to have to take Lisa to Sweet
Nothings one evening this week."

"Good idea!" Karen exclaimed. "And I could use a new outfit or
two as well."

"We also need to shop for her at the adult book store. She needs
her own collar and I guess she should have her own restraints. I
bet she would get a lot of use out of a good, quality vibrator
too."

Karen turned to Lisa and asked, "Do you have a vibrator baby?"

Lisa shook her head. 

"Have you ever used one?" she continued.

Lisa shook her head again.

Karen got a huge smile on her face and said, "Hot damn, this is
going to be fun! Go over and stretch out on that lounge chair,
I'll be right back."

As Karen started to run off to get one of her vibrators I called
after her to bring down the movie camera and the tripod too. I
had a feeling that this was going to be memorable.

I pulled one of the lounge chairs into the shade and put a towel
over the cushion and Lisa stretched out on her back and got
comfortable. When Karen returned I set up the camera on the
tripod nearby while Karen put Lisa into the restraints that she
had brought down and fastened her to the corners of the lounge
chair. 

I pulled up a chair and sat down with my drink to watch Karen
introduce Lisa to the joys of vibrators. I had a feeling that
this was going to be interesting. 

Interesting doesn't begin to describe it. I sat back and relaxed
everything but my dick as I watched Karen begin teasing Lisa's
sweet young body with that vibrator. She moved it all over her
body, teasing her breasts, her nipples, tracing a path down over
her stomach and then down her thighs before finally teasing
around her pubic area with it. By the time the tip of that
vibrator finally touched Lisa's pussy she was already a quivering
mass of flesh, albeit a beautiful quivering mass.

No one was counting the orgasms that Lisa had that evening, but
it may well have been a world record. She thrashed around on that
lounge chair for nearly an hour as Karen drove her nearly insane
with lust. She was sobbing incoherently by the time Karen put the
vibrator down and straddled the chair to let Lisa eat her out. 

I watched these two for that entire hour and my cock was so hard
it hurt. This sure beat the hell out of television!

As soon as Karen had been satisfied and stood up I threw myself
on Lisa and fucked her like a mad man while I licked Karen's
pussy juice from around her lips and then kissed her
passionately. I had to kiss her, she was screaming so loud that I
was afraid that the neighbors were going to call the cops!

We eventually released Lisa from the lounge chair. It was
difficult. She looked so damned sexy tied down there like that.
Karen and I helped her up and we waded into the pool to cool off
and relax a little.

Lisa was, well, it's hard to describe. I guess you could say she
had been fucked silly. I held her in my arms so she didn't sink
down to the bottom of the pool and drown. I kissed her pretty
face and asked, "Still want to go for a walk in the park?"

She giggled and said, "Maybe not tonight."

Just before it was time to go to bed, we all started to clean up
the supper dishes that were still on the table. Lisa insisted on
doing most of it since she didn't do anything all day. She has a
great attitude, I hope it isn't just because we are still getting
used to each other.

We went up to bed and since we were all sated from the sex around
the pool we went to sleep pretty early. I was sleeping in the
middle, between two beautiful women. A guy can't help wondering
if he has already died and gone to heaven with those two naked,
perfect, feminine bodies beside him at night.

The next day I started to call my friends and see if I could set
up a poker game when I remembered that I was getting them both
pierced on Wednesday. I decided to wait a few weeks for the game.
But I called them to set it up anyway. I ended up getting the
same six guys for the last Friday of the month. They each had the
same question, would Karen be there? I told them she would, and
that pretty much assured that they would come. I didn't mention
Lisa. I decided to let that be a surprise.

That evening I taught Lisa to make spaghetti, but after Karen got
home and we were eating, I suggested that she look through the
cook books and pick out something that sounded good and we would
get the ingredients and see how it worked out. We could try one
new recipe each week.

There was a light rain that evening and instead of playing in the
pool we watched the DVDs that I had made of Lisa losing her
virginity and her first experience with a vibrator. It occurred
to me that if I put this on at the poker game and played it in a
continuous loop I couldn't lose!

While I watched the DVD I had two women kneeling at my feet and
licking and sucking my cock and my balls. If you have never
watched two sets of lips and two tongues working together on your
cock then you have not lived. It was incredible!

After they had worked together to get me off, they got the
vibrator back out and took turns satisfying each other, which got
me hard again. The three of us played, with and without the
vibrator until it was time to go to bed. And again, we were so
exhausted that we fell asleep instantly. 

I had been surprised at how easily I had gone from sleeping alone
to being comfortable sleeping with not one but two young ladies.
I would have thought that it would have been difficult, but it
wasn't. It was very pleasant.

The next day I reminded Lisa that we were going out for dinner
and then Karen and I went to work. I had an easy day and got home
early. I had thought that it would take at least a week to set up
a new computer system for my new account, but everything was
falling into place pretty quickly.

When I got home it was only a little after one and I found Lisa
in the living room with Karen's vibrator watching the DVD again.
She wasn't the least bit embarrassed at being caught and just
smiled at me and asked if I wanted to play. 

I hated to admit it, and I never thought it would happen, but I
needed a rest. I walked over to her and kissed her and said, "Why
don't you put something sexy on and we'll go get you a new outfit
to wear when we go out tonight."

She nodded and said in a strained voice, "Okay, just a minute."
Then she brought herself to one more orgasm and then relaxed for
a moment to get her strength back.

Lisa went to her room. Well, she went to the room where her
clothes are stored. She hasn't slept there yet. She took a quick
shower and when she came back down she was wearing a tiny little
micro miniskirt and a see-through blouse that was tied off below
her breasts. I watched her coming into the room and if I didn't
know better I would swear that she was in her early twenties. It
wasn't just the slutty outfit that made her look older. She
seemed to exude a new confidence that she didn't have before. She
definitely didn't look like a sixteen year old girl.

I whistled appreciatively and led her out to the car. I drove
over to Sweet Nothings and the owner, Jo, met us as we came in.
She recognized me from the previous time I had come in with Karen
and there were only a couple of people in the store so she
stopped to say hi. She was a little confused to see that I was
with Lisa and not Karen but I assured her that Karen was at work
and I had in mind a matching outfit for Lisa and Karen, something
sexy and easy to get out of. That piqued her curiosity.

I promised Lisa that we would come back with Karen and pick out a
more complete wardrobe for her and Karen, but that for now I just
wanted something slutty for this evening.

Jo said that she had a bunch of new crop tops in with some pretty
slutty saying written on them so we went and had a look. I had
been planning on a couple of barely there sundresses when we left
the house, and I still might look at them, but some of the crop
tops were irresistible. I bought Lisa several of them. They said
things like, "I never wear underwear," "I swallow," and "I know
what boys like." They both had several micro miniskirts that they
could wear with those tops. Then we went to look at the
sundresses.

Jo had a good idea of what appealed to me already and she led me
to a rack of tiny little garments that ended just at Lisa's
crotch and the top consisted of not much more than a scarf that
came up from the waist, covered just enough of the breasts to
keep from being arrested and then tied behind the neck. I ordered
Lisa to undress right there in the aisle and she handed me her
blouse and skirt and tried on the sundress. 

It looked fantastic! If you don't believe me then ask the couple
that had been watching when she changed into it. I bought two of
them and then we went up to the counter and I paid for them. I
promised Jo that we would be back on Saturday and do some real
shopping. We went out to the car. Lisa was still wearing the "I
swallow" crop top.

I drove over to Karen's house and Lisa went and got her mail out
of the box and then we headed back to my house. As we were
driving past the park I saw some boys hanging around the
bandstand and I was pretty sure that it was the gang of four. We
had an hour before Karen would get home and I asked Lisa if she
wanted to go say hi.

She got a huge grin on her face and I pulled into the parking lot
and we walked down to the bandstand. The boys weren't paying any
attention until we got close. Then Lisa's stepbrother saw who we
were and he scrambled to his feet and jumped over the side of the
bandstand and came running over, followed quickly by his three
friends.

There was a lot of hugging and kissing and a ton of questions. It
had only been a few days, but I realized that Lisa had not even
had a chance to say goodbye to her friends and her stepbrother
and I guess they had been pretty close. And it wasn't just the
blowjobs. I could see that he genuinely liked her.

We walked over to the bandstand and this time I was careful to
sit to the side so that people coming down the side path couldn't
see us. The boys followed us up and they finally noticed what it
said on her crop top. They started joking with her about it but
she was quick to point out that it was not a joke.

I just stayed out of the way and watched and it wasn't long
before she was naked and on her knees and she made quick work of
the four young boys, sucking them off and easily swallowing their
hot cum.

By the time she had sucked off the fourth boy, her brother, who
had been first to get sucked off, was hard again. She put her
hand on his cock and caressed it and then she smiled at him and
said, "I'm not a virgin anymore."

That was all of the invitation he needed and he spread out a
couple of the boys t-shirts on the floor of the bandstand and
helped her down on her back and with no foreplay at all he fell
on her and she guided his cock into her pussy. The others watched
in awe as he fucked her. He had the basics down; he put his cock
in the hole and moved it in and out. Beyond that he was a lousy
fuck. But she looked like she was having fun. She had wanted to
do that for a long time I imagine. By the time that all four of
the boys had fucked her she had actually managed to have an
orgasm, but I think that it was more from the erotic situation
than any skill on their part. Maybe the next time I wouldn't be
watching the clock and I could give them some pointers.

After the fourth boy had fucked her and they were all sitting
around watching, all of them still nude, Lisa got up and went
around and sucked them all clean, the way that Karen had taught
her.

As she was getting dressed I promised them that I would bring
Lisa and Karen back more often now. But they had to renew their
promise to keep this among themselves. They knew that they had it
good and they all promised eagerly.

We had just enough time to go home so that Lisa could take a
shower and change. I drove back to the house and Karen was
already there. We went inside and I brought in the new clothes. I
handed Karen the dress that I wanted her to wear when we went out
to dinner and she and Lisa went up and took a shower together and
put their new dresses on.

I almost had to take them back upstairs when I saw them. Damn
they looked hot!

Before we left I went upstairs and put a few things in a bag and
then we went over to the biker bar. It was early, but Leo was
already there. When he saw us come out onto the back deck he and
every other man out there grew quiet and stared. I don't think I
ever felt so proud in my life. Those were my girls! 

We walked over to Leo's table. He was sitting with a large man
that I didn't know. But he knew about us. He stood up and smiled
and introduced himself as Ray. Ray helped me pull over a couple
of spare chairs.

We all sat down and ordered drinks for the table and the three of
us ordered something to eat. While we were waiting for our food
Leo brought out his little bag and showed us what he had to offer
in the way of jewelry. 

The girls and I looked over his selection and picked out rings
that we could all live with. I got Leo to assure me again that I
would still be able to give both of them orgasms by just
squeezing their nipples. He smiled and said, "Just wait. A friend
of mine is coming over in a little while and I told him about
your reservations. Trust me, you will love the results. All three
of you will."

Nearly an hour later, after we had eaten and had a couple of
drinks, two couples came in and walked over to our table. I was
introduced to Dave and a girl named Claire, who didn't look any
older than Lisa. With them were Phil and a woman they called
kitty, who we learned was Claire's mother. We pulled another
table up to ours and they sat with us and they not only told us
how happy they were with their piercings, they eagerly showed us.
I had never seen pierced nipples before. Not in real life. But
both women easily removed their tops and after I looked at the
rings in their nipples I watched as they removed their miniskirts
and showed me the piercings in their clits. 

Karen and Lisa were also very curious. All conversation around
the deck had stopped again as the two attractive women undressed
and displayed their jewelry proudly. Then Dave asked Claire to
show us how easily her mother could reach orgasm just from using
the nipple ring and squeezing and twisting her nipple. It was
really fascinating and by the time the demonstration was over I
was convinced. So were Karen and Lisa.

I asked Leo where he wanted to do this and we settled on using
Dave's table since it was still clear. They moved over and took
seats around our tables and I ordered Karen and Lisa to strip,
which they did, with only a little embarrassment. I put everyone
on pause and I set up my camera on the tripod out of the way but
close enough to record the action. Then I pulled out two sets of
restraints. I put a set of straps around Karen's upper thighs and
then secured her wrists to them. Then I did the same for Lisa. 

Men were gathering around to watch as I laid Karen down on the
empty table on her back and Leo started getting ready.

Dave stood up suddenly and said, "I almost forgot! The owner of
the bar would love this. Don't start yet."

Dave went into the restaurant and came back a minute or two later
with a big guy that he introduced as Roady, the owner. He looked
around at the four beautiful women, naked and on display and
said, "God I love my job!"

We introduced ourselves, I had seen him around from time to time,
but I hadn't met him. He stood to the side and watched as Leo
opened several small sealed sterile envelopes and then put on
some rubber gloves. 

He swabbed Karen's nipples and just before he started Dave said,
"Wait a minute, I have an idea. It will make it easier for her,"
then he looked at me and asked, "if you don't mind?"

I told him that I had no desire to hurt her and anything he could
suggest was fine with me.

He ordered the young girl, Claire, to go up by Karen's head and
distract her. Claire smiled and sat down by Karen's head and took
her in her arms and began to kiss her passionately. The crowd
loved it almost as much as Karen did!

Then we watched as Leo grabbed Karen's nipples in a pair of
strange pliers and held them tight while he drove a large needle
through them. Karen hardly reacted at all and in a couple of
minutes Leo had rings in both nipples. Then he moved down and
repeated the process on her clit. 

After he was finished and had swabbed her with alcohol again he
sat back and Claire sat up and Karen smiled and turned to Lisa
and said, "It wasn't that bad honey. In fact, it was kind of
exciting. And I really liked what they used for an anesthetic."

Claire smiled and said, "My pleasure."

Leo helped Karen to her feet and Lisa was soon on her back on the
table with Claire's lips glued to hers. Leo repeated the process
and soon they helped her to her feet. She moved around the table
and bent down and resumed kissing Claire and then thanked her for
her help. That brought a round of applause.

I stood up and announced, "If anyone is interested, I am going to
send them around so that they can all check out the rings. But
please don't touch. I'll bring them back when they are healed if
you would like to touch."

There was another round of applause and I sent the girls around,
still with their wrists strapped down to their thighs, and we sat
and drank our beers and watched them circulate. It took them
nearly an hour to circulate and show every man out there what
their tits and pussies looked like now with rings in them.

While they were circulating I got some good information from Dave
on how long it would take for them to heal and what activities we
could still enjoy while they were healing. We also made plans to
get together after the girls had healed so that we could all get
better acquainted. We talked a little about how he came to have a
mother-daughter team at his disposal. I thought that seemed
pretty hot. He grinned and said, "Wait until you see the
movies!"

It seems that kitty has become the star of a series of porn
movies, and Claire and her brother have starred in some as well.
(The complete story of Dave and Claire and Phil and kitty can be
found in "Did You Ever Hate Someone?")

The girls got back to the table and, after they both stopped to
kiss me, they sat down on the bench against the railing and
talked excitedly among themselves. I continued to talk with Dave
and Leo and Phil, but I was watching the girls because not long
after they sat down Claire had gone back to kissing Lisa and she
moved her hands over her sweet young body, careful to avoid the
rings. It was making me horny as hell, and the audience was
growing quickly as the other people on the deck realized what was
going on.

I asked Dave and was surprised to learn that Claire was only
fifteen! I thought that was great. It made me feel a lot better
about what I was doing with Lisa. 

I watched until Claire gave Lisa an orgasm, then I called Lisa
and Karen over and I took their restraints off and I ordered Lisa
to return the favor. I pulled Karen into my lap and we all
watched as Lisa got on her knees in front of Claire and began
kissing her again, and using her hands this time. We all watched
as Lisa ate Claire out enthusiastically and, it appeared, quite
skillfully. She was a very fast learner. She had only been eating
pussy for a few days, but already she was apparently very good at
it.

I finally had the girls dress and we went out to the car and
headed home. Karen and Lisa talked excitedly about their new
jewelry, but I was quiet. I had a lot to think about. I realized
that I had been much too nice to my slaves lately. It wasn't how
we started out, and it wasn't really what turned them on either.
It wasn't what gave them that heart stopping excitement, like the
first time that I had taken Karen to the bandstand and made her
service me and those two teenage boys. 

I had gotten some good ideas from Dave about how to put the spice
back into our lives. I was looking forward to this weekend when
he was going to introduce me to the owner of the studio that made
kitty's movies.

It seemed like all of a sudden I had a lot on my plate. We all
did. But right now the most important thing on my mind was
getting home and getting one of those world class blowjobs from
these two beautiful young women before I exploded. The evening
out on the deck watching everything that had happened had been
very exciting, for all three of us.

THE END

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.




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