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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. I was here because I was responsible for 
everything that was computer related in the club. 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, even if I was not the 
kind of person that they wanted in their club. 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. 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. 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. 
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. I 
do have to admit that deep down I held a grudge against 
Karen. If I had the chance to take her down a peg or 
two, I would have gotten a kick out of it. I didn't 
stalk her. I didn't 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. I did not 
particularly care that she was there now, close enough 
to hit with an empty beer bottle. She did still look 
hot though. 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. I was casually observing him 
when he came over to the bar to get them a fresh 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.

On the other hand, I wouldn't want her getting hurt. I 
don't know the two 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. I am embarrassed to say that is probably not 
a totally honest answer. 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 discreetly. 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 saw that 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. Before long his hand began 
to rest upon, 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." 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. 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. 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. I was curious about the girl that had 
embarrassed me so. She had made me the butt of a long 
running joke among my friends so 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 I woke it up. 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. I 
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. 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 really 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, 
karenscrewedup@hotmail.com.

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. 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. I assumed 
it would be pretty often since she would be looking for 
an email from her husband. It didn't matter. 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. It was, however, 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 mainly 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.

When I had finished everything that I wanted to do I 
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 instead went straight 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. This time I also 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. I 
wasn't ready yet though. 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. I didn't respond 
immediately. 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 are 
wont to do, they checked out the females in the room. 
They spotted Karen right away. 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. I also 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. 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. 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. I could always tell 
when her gaze was working its way over to my area and I 
looked down at my book until she passed on. She was 
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. 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 hard on 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. What I was doing now though, 
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. Unfortunately 
for Karen, 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. Since then she had 
allowed her hair to return to its original light brown 
color. 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. 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. If I were to choose 
a woman based only on her breast size though, 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. 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. Fortunately 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. 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. When I was sure that she couldn't see 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. Like most men, 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. "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. 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. Not for you 
though."

"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, "There is something 
that happened in our past that I hold against you. 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. However, I find, now that I have 
this power over you, that 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. I said it 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. 
Since I had already forced her to exhibit herself in 
the food court at the mall she had no idea who might be 
watching her now.

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 and it became hard immediately. As soon as I was 
hard she leaned down and took my cock 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. 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, perfectly formed 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. After she 
was finished 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. Unfortunately for her, I 
found this 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. 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. I just wasn't sure how or where.

Should I remove the blindfold now? 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. 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. It took no time at all to undress her. She 
was wearing only her dress and her shoes. When she was 
naked I gently caressed her breasts and then worked my 
hand down to cup the protruding mound at the apex of 
those beautiful 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. I selected 
four neckties that had been gifts. They were so ugly 
that I would only wear them to costume parties. 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.

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 again 
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 body's natural lubricant was seeping 
out of her. There was 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, Soon though, she was crying out, "Yes, god yes! 
That's so good, I love that. Oh god, please don't stop. 
Oh Christ, I'm going to cum!" 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. My lips 
wandered up to kiss her flat stomach and then I worked 
my way back down to her thighs. When she had finally 
relaxed I started all over again. Not long after I 
started eating her pussy for the second time she 
started talking to me again. 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 longer and I buried my cock as deep in her 
pussy as I could. I moved my hips around in a circle, 
rubbing my pubic bone against her clit as I filled her 
pussy with cum.

She came one final time and then she lay under me, 
crying quietly. I was afraid I had hurt her somehow, 
but then, after her sobs subsided, she whispered to me, 
"Jesus that was hot! It was never like that before." 
There was a pause then before she said quietly, "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 hard ons, 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. 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.

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." 
Somehow though, 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 
avoided 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. 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 away a lot about herself with that offer, and 
the almost hopeful tone of her voice when she made 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. 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. 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. Much to my surprise though, 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. 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. When I 
was finished adjusting her dress I put my hands down 
and looked at her. I smiled 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."

She blushed, but didn't reply. I had the impression 
that she would have let me remove her dress without an 
argument.

Our waiter appeared then and placed some warm bread on 
the table. Then he poured olive oil into a small saucer 
of spices. 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. On the other hand, she 
didn't seem to mind what I was doing to 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. Today though, the afternoon 
we had spent together and the nice meal, that had been 
a lot of fun. 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. I 
decided instead 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. I managed to convince 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. 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 she couldn't 
and her blush deepened.

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

"No!" she quickly 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 even more. 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! 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 major 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 coarse 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. I 
continued to "rape" her forcefully and she kept cumming 
and talking dirtier and dirtier. Twenty minutes later, 
when I finally came, she was almost a blithering idiot. 
Her head was tossing back and forth, she was swearing 
almost incoherently and her body was covered in sweat.

I pulled my soft cock out of her and moved back. I let 
her legs fall back softly onto the bed. She groaned and 
lay there limply as I moved up over her and 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. 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, 
pulling and squeezing with so much force that I was 
beginning to get concerned, 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. There is a jogging/walking path around the 
whole thing. There is also that bandstand where they 
used to hold band concerts a long time ago. 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. 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. We stepped off of the path and moved to 
the bandstand.

The kids stared at Karen in awe as we approached. As we 
got closer I 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 rope around her 
wrists 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.

I wasn't concerned though. 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. She didn't hesitate though. 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. "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. 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.

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. I remember being the kind of bitch that 
would do something like that though."

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, "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. 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. The great thing about him is that 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. 
On the plus side, 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. If you really 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. On the other hand, and this is probably 
largely due to what you are doing right now, I am 
getting very 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. I think she is 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. 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. 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!" 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 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. She left it on for a minute 
or two before 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, "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. I never imagined 
that I would let someone put me through the changes 
that you have though."

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. We are 
raised to believe that anything that is this much fun, 
this exciting, has got to be bad. 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. I was pretty sure that she would have liked 
that too, but she was already concerned with her nosy 
neighbors. I figured that since it was very likely that 
she would be spending Friday night here it was best not 
to overdo 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 passenger 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. We sat 
and sipped on a couple of beers and enjoyed ourselves. 
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. I 
couldn't do it to her though. 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 us on 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 the 
kitchen and then play in the pool for a little while 
before going upstairs and getting wild. On Thursday 
evening as she was leaving, I told Karen to stop by her 
house after work tomorrow 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 finished getting the snacks ready 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. 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."

As luck would have it, 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."

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. After my 
description of her duties the poker game 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 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. After about a half hour or so her 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. 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. 
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. 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. 
It turns out that you are not who I thought you were. 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 
most of 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. It doesn't 
matter though. 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. I said no, 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. 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. 
That wasn't practical though. 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 most of her 
nights with me, 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. I have to be 
honest though, 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. 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 secured 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. She was too young to even 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 discreet.

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. "It's just that 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. 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. It is like Karen said though. 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. 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. Still, I never thought of myself as a 
child molester.

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. They were nice, 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. 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. My finger 
touched it 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 just 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. 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. 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. Before I could 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. 
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 it 
anymore. She pushed Karen's head away and begged her to 
stop. Karen smiled up at me and gently kissed Lisa's 
thighs and her stomach, giving her a chance to relax 
and catch her breath.

After a few minutes Lisa opened her eyes and smiled at 
Karen. Then she turned and smiled up at the camera. 
Finally 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. 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. 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. 
Lisa hung on tight and rode the waves of passion 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 almost 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. 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. They were 
supposed to be my sex slaves. I was supposed to be in 
charge. But 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. 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 incredibly 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. 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. 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 inside of 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. Soon she 
was begging me to fuck her.

I wasn't through teasing her yet though. 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!"

As she screamed out her lust she thrust her hips up off 
the bed 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. I 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 
didn't last very long myself. After I came I stayed 
inside of her and continued to pump in and out gently. 
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. 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. I collapsed 
onto the bed beside her, totally exhausted.

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

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. 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. 
Before I could answer what I thought had been her 
facetious request 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. 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. Karen and I both think you are something 
special. 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. 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. She was grinning, thinking about how 
much fun it would be to have Lisa to play with whenever 
she wanted. 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. I thought that I should try to 
discourage her. 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 to make 
sure you aren't a pimp or a druggy or something. It's 
just that she and I are like oil and water lately. 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. If I don't obey 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. I 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. 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 been much easier than I expected. 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. We 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 after our brief 
conversation. 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. 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. Before very long Lisa 
was groaning loudly and cumming before the growing and 
very 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. 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, we 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 girl's tops up and their 
tits uncovered. 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. I was excited to learn that 
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 oversexed 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. 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 were just 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 liked 
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 she. I was starting to feel protective 
too. 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. 
"Don't worry Lisa. 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 all but impossible 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 we would have 
to do is toss the burgers on the grill and a nice 
backyard supper would be ready.

When Karen got home we ate and had a pleasant 
conversation. 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 
hard on. 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. 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. I guess we are going to have to take Lisa 
to Sweet Nothings one evening this week."

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

"We also need to shop for her at the adult book store," 
Karen continued. "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, high 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 asked.

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. Lisa stretched out on her 
back and got comfortable. When Karen returned I set the 
camera on the tripod nearby while Karen put Lisa into 
the restraints that she had brought down. Then she 
fastened her restraints 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 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 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. 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. 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. After 
Karen got home and we were eating supper 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. Of course that got me hard again. The three of 
us played, with and without the vibrator, until it was 
time to go to bed. Just like last night, 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. 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. She 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. I 
gave her a few minutes to relax and get her strength 
back. I stood back out of the way admiring her youthful 
beauty and her unabashed sexuality. It's too bad that 
more women in the world can't be like her.

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. 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. 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 sayings 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. 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 had put on the "I swallow" 
crop top.

I drove over to Karen's house and Lisa went and got her 
mail out of the box. 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 so I pulled into the 
parking lot. We got out of the car and 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. I guess they had been 
pretty close. It wasn't just the blowjobs either. 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. He spread out 
a couple of the boys t-shirts on the floor of the 
bandstand and helped her down on her back. 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 right hole and 
moved it in and out. Beyond that he was a lousy fuck. 
Lisa looked like she was having fun though. I imagine 
that she had wanted to do that for a long time.

By the time that all four of the boys had fucked her 
she had actually managed to have an orgasm. I think 
that it was due more to 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. I first made 
them 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.

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. Both women 
removed their tops as if it were the most natural thing 
in the world to do. 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. I ordered 
Karen and Lisa to strip. They obeyed without 
hesitation, 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." Then she smiled at 
Claire and said, "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 before long she was finished 
and 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 you 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. We sat and drank our beers and watched 
them circulate. It took them nearly an hour to make 
their way around and pause at every table to 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, though she was 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. 
This time she was able to use her hands. 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 ordered the girls to 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. 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. Right now though, 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