KARI - part one
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GhostWriter

KARI - Part 1

Some obligatory information to bring us up to speed...

His name is Jim. He works in a mid-sized but very successful firm a short drive from where he resides in a small mid-western town. His town sits between two large cities along the western shore of a Great Lake. Recently one of his client's fates was determined by the economic crash of this century, and even though he tried to warn the owner to close up his inkjet cartridge refill shop, the owner continued to fight until it had literally sucked every dollar from his pockets. It was disheartening to watch, even more so since his store was directly next to the building in which Jim worked. Soon after he'd locked the doors, an investor bought him out lock stock and barrel. This mysterious investor preferred to act as a silent partner, hiring someone to manage the office for him; a woman named Kari, and that my friend is where our story begins.....

*****

I had been keeping an eye out for a chance to meet the new neighbor after our mailman told me she was cute, but it took a couple of weeks before we finally met. She actually walked into our building to drop off some new Sale Flyers one day and that's how I was able to evaluate our postal carrier's idea of ‘cute'. After I shook her small thin hand, we spoke for a couple minutes and I couldn't help but watch her back side when she strolled out the front door. All in all I had to agree she was rather cute, not gorgeous or centerfold material mind you, but appealing because of her pleasant personality and obvious good looks. She had worn a tight, thin top with a sweater over it and a medium length skirt which hid most of her body quite well, except of course when she spun towards the door. Then it clung to her form lightly for just a moment, displaying a tight outline beneath all the cotton she wore. Venturing a guess I gauged her age to be roughly in the early thirties range, which fueled my dirty old man's mind since I had just turned forty-nine.

Over the course of the next month, I always made an effort to be out in front of our office building whenever Kari happened to be outside. Every morning after opening her store she'd place a sandwich-board sign out front on the walkway and there I'd be...tending to the planters, putting out the garbage or any other mundane task at hand in order to put me in close proximity to her. Frankly, I figured she knew I was interested not only because of my blatantly showing up just as she did, but without a doubt because of the way I openly flirted with her. She had to know I fancied the idea of getting inside her panties!

Then one day I ran into her out on the sidewalk; we exchanged pleasantries once more as I entertained thoughts about what it would be like to nail this petite princess. Standing at no more than five foot five inches, the top of her head was just above my shoulders and covered with dishwater blond locks that hung to her shoulders. With my 6 foot 200 pound frame, I seemed to tower over her elfin-like form; she couldn't have weighed more than 110 pounds herself. This time she wore dark slacks that showed off her firm legs and tight little buttocks; a sheer tan blouse that hugged her slim upper torso, displaying her firm bust proudly. I intentionally let me eyes linger on her chest a moment longer than was necessary so she'd be sure to catch me checking out her delights, and not only did I see that confirmed in her dark brown eyes when my blue ones met them, she blushed slightly and looked towards the sidewalk on which we stood. Detecting a wide gold band on her left hand I assumed there was a husband in the picture; perhaps even a couple of children and a dog waiting at home, although that hadn't seemed relevant at the time. Reflecting on the encounter and the way Kari had passively dismissed my gaze, made me curious yet unable to put my finger on it specifically, but something continued to gnaw at my brain. A week later when I took an expired inkjet cartridge next door to be replaced, I was rewarded by finding Kari up atop a step ladder, her wonderfully rounded derriere encased in tight blue jeans. "Oh, Hello Jim," she said with a bright smile as she descended the short stool. "What can I do for you this morning?"

As I held up the box and explained my need of a replacement, she quickly looked up the part number and retrieved it for me without comment. She stepped towards me, held out the new box for me to take and for whatever reason, dropped the empty one I had in my hands for her. When Kari knelt to pick it up, I couldn't help but get a clear view down the front of the black blouse she was wearing, witnessing just how firm her breasts were, although no sight of any nipple was detected. Taking in the glorious sight, I once again kept my eyes glued to her cleavage when she looked up. Apologizing as she began to stand, her words were cut off when she realized she given the opportunity to see more than she'd planned. At this point, I really expected her to be upset with the way I was leering at her, but just like the last time she simply lowered her eyes to the carpeting as her cheeks flushed with color. It was then that the realization began to grow in the grey matter between my ears, not unlike the sun coming up in the early hours of a day's dawn, it hit me: she was acting very submissive. In a flash the gears in my head began to turn faster, a plan forming as I spoke, "Do you want to write this up now or put it on my account?"

Without looking me directly in the eye, she simply turned and walked behind the counter; with me followed right after. "I can put it on your account, Jim, and I'll give you an invoice at the end of the month."

Expecting me to still be standing on the opposite side on the counter, she was startled to find me close on her heels, just inches behind her. Setting down my new cartridge I spoke evenly yet in a hushed tone, putting everything on the line and taking a chance that could very well backfire and blow up in my face if my assumption was misguided. "Did seeing me looking at you like that bother you, Kari?"

I watched her mouth open but heard no sounds emit from her as she appeared unsure how to answer me and so, I continued my bold remarks. "Do you know what I think? I think it thrilled you to know that I was admiring your body. I think you liked knowing that you were exciting me and I bet you're a little more than wound up, too!"

Her body language confirmed my suspicions as the fingers of my left hand made contact with her chin, tilting her eyes up into mine. Thoughts of nibbling on her parted lips danced through across my mind just seconds before the image of having them wrapped tightly around my cock formed there too. "Does your husband know about your submissive side, Kari," I asked. When she failed to answer immediately, I snapped, "Well, does he?"

"Y...yes," she said just above a whisper, "but we split up two years ago." When my eyes fell to her diamond ring, she exposed her illusion. "I wear it so men will leave me alone."

I let my fingertips, which had been lightly tracing a line along her jawbone towards her right ear, drop away from her face. Without hesitation her gaze lowered once again towards the floor, assuming the role for which she was born to play. A reaction in my own slacks would soon be unmistakable as the thousand of erotic scenes, ideas and fantasies consumed my imagination. But alas this was not to be the time for me to explore them as the small bell hanging on her front door jingled a welcoming sound...someone was entering her store. I quickly stepped back in front of the counter, picking up my new cartridge and as the customer joined us in the showroom I simply announced, "Great, thanks again Kari. I'll stop back and pay the invoice later, ok?"

Without missing a beat, she looked up, flashed that smile and said, "Sure thing, see you later, Jim!"

*****

Three hours later, I had locked up the office after our part-time girl had left and went back to pick up where I'd left off, fully intent on seeing just how far Kari would allow me to push her buttons. After I quietly stepped inside her front door, I flipped the neon ‘Open' sign and showroom fluorescents off, locking the front door behind me. In the late afternoon the room went from bright light to long shadows cast about the room, the only remaining illumination coming from an office and the back room. I listened to the soft sounds of someone shuffling around as I silently, slowly made my way around the customer service counter until I could see down a long hallway that lead to the rear entrance door. It was in front of that door where Kari stood completely still, looking in my direction as I ordered, "Lock up back there and get out here."

Truthfully I was probably more nervous than she, as I had no idea how this scenario was going to play out, only the hopes of how I wanted it to. She set down a large cardboard box she had been carrying, spun around and we both heard the steel bolt slide into place, securing our privacy. A few seconds later she stood before me, visibly shaking...whether in fear or excitement we were both about to find out. I spoke softly as I laid out a few ground rules, telling her that while we ‘played' she wasn't allowed to speak unless first spoken to, that she would obey my commands or be punished for her disobedience and since I was feeling generous at the moment...I also gave her a Safe Word to use if she ever felt I was pushing her too far. I also asked her questions in order to gauge her level of experience, and found she was into the submissive role-playing more as a hobby, than a twenty four / seven lifestyle, which was what I was hoping for. I wasn't looking for a full-time relationship, but rather someone to tease, play and control on a part-time basis. During our exchange I found out that she had a teen-aged kid at home and a dog as well, but there was no boyfriend in the picture and that was just perfect for me. I told her that until further notice she was to consider herself ‘off the market' and not to date anyone.

About 30 minutes had passed since I first began my inquiry into her and she'd visibly relaxed, while I on the other hand had become excited by the prospects which lie ahead; the evidence of afore mentioned stimulation would've been apparent to her if she'd not been looking straight ahead throughout her ‘interrogation'. The thick lump below my belt had begun to tent my trousers, and while I was already picturing Kari bent over the counter nearby while I hammered her from behind, I knew I needed to use some restraint. A relationship such as this had to be cultivated, not rushed into in the heat of a moment. Yet still, I didn't see why we shouldn't have a little fun! Stepping behind her as I lowered my voice, I admired her waif-like body while I adjusted the trapped member in my pants to a more comfortable position. "Kari," I whispered into her left ear from behind her, "how long has it been since you've served a man as the slut we both know you are?"

She lowered her eyes to the carpet in a sign of submission as she answered, "It's been far too long, Sir."

Placing my hands on her shoulders and then slipping them down along her back, I felt a shiver run through her. My fingers traced lines along her blouse until both my hands were cupping her small breasts and I guessed them to be around a 34 or 36 A-cup; each felt perky and firm. I wanted to have her undress for me so I could see them for myself, but again I exercised caution and willed myself not to rush things. Knowing my fetish for nipples, I knew I could easily get lost in the moment and not maintain control of the situation; for now, that exploration would have to wait. Pulling her back against the front of my own body, I rubbed my aching prick against her tight, little rump, allowing her to feel my growing excitement. Hearing her gasp, I felt her breathing catch in her throat and then begin to quicken as she slid her right hand to my crotch and timidly touched me. As much as I wanted to let her continue, I knew that she may in fact be testing me as well, so instead I stepped back, raised my voice and said, "You do not touch until you are told to do so! You are indeed an insubordinate young cunt, aren't you?"

This time she hesitated before responding, "Yes, Sir, I guess so."

"You guess so?" I repeated in a mocking tone. In a flash I knew what I had to do, for if I did not take this step, it would be the downfall of this relationship before it had a chance to blossom and grow. Grabbing her left elbow, I tugged her to follow me into the small office that was behind the sales counter. Once inside, I made her stand against the edge of her steel desk and then pushed her forward in order to bend her over the top of it. "You will receive your punishment for your disobedience and you will count them off, understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she whimpered with a tiny, squeaky voice but did not move or argue as I slid the belt from my slacks. Folding it in half, I stepped to her side and looked down at the ripe cheeks I was about to spank, considering whether or not to do so with her pants on or off. But then, there would be time for more later, I assumed. Without warning I brought the belt downward through the air and made direct contact with her upturned buttocks, hearing first a loud smacking noise echo off the interior walls of her office, and second her high-pitched voice as she said, "One, Sir. Thank you...may I have another?"

Without answering her, I hit her again with my leather belt, adding a little more force to my initial swing and hearing the echo a bit louder than the first! "Two, Sir. Thank you...may I have another," she repeated. Indeed she did get another; and another and another and a couple more extra hard swats as well, until I heard her say, "Ten, Sir. Thank you...may I have another?"

"No you may not," I hissed towards her head from behind. "This time I was lenient, but from now on when you are punished it will be on your bare bottom and it will not be as light as this one. Do you understand Kari?"

"Oh yes Sir, I understand completely," she said in a tone laced with gratitude. The thought that she'd enjoyed her punishment more than she'd been distressed by it shot through my mind as I unbuttoned my slacks, lowered the zipper and let gravity take them to the floor. It was time for me to get some much needed relief from my new-found toy.

"Kneel before me and relieve me of my pressure, Miss Kari," I commanded. I watched as she quickly slid off the desktop to her knees, reaching up to grasp my boxers at my hips. My cock was rock hard and proudly stood its full eight and a half inches from tip to base as she lowered them to join my pants below and then cupped my sack in her left hand as she began to stroke me with her right. Even as she leaned forward and began to tickle my shaft with the tip of her tongue, I knew I was in the presence of a skilled cock-sucker and said a silent prayer to the higher power above, that had brought Kari into my life! She next spit onto my cock with remarkable accuracy, quickly spreading her slime along my prick so she could pump my hardened pipe in her fists. I felt her enclosing the head between her lips as she swished her tongue all around it before she began to work it inside her oral cavity, not letting up until I felt the sensitive tip of my cock slide into the back of her throat! Oh My God, I thought...she was deep-throating me right from the get go...and I was in heaven as I felt the fingers of her left hand inching their way towards the hole in my ass. Looking downward all I could see was a mop of her dirty blonde hair as she buried her nose against my gut and moved her head from side to side, causing the prick to smack the sides of her throat back and forth, over and over again. All this was occurring without a single sign of her gagging even though according to her own answers, she hadn't tasted a cock in over two years. I knew I wouldn't last long but tried my best, hoarsely whispering encouragement and finally saying, "Look at my face as you receive my seed, bitch!"

Without missing a beat she slid my cock from her throat, tilted her face upward until our eyes locked and she could see the pleasure she was giving me. I reached down and flicked a thick lock of hair out of her face and saw her smile as much as she could with a thick cock between her lips. While she wasn't able to deep-throat me and maintain eye contact, she took over fucking her face with my cock as she stared intently up at me; once even taking it out of her mouth to strike herself in the face with it. Then as I felt her working a digit into my asshole, I began to feel my balls tightening, my cock growing even harder and surprising me it could stretch anymore. Images of cumming inside her ass, onto her body and all over her face assailed me as I said, "I want to cum in your belly, slut," and fought an inner (loosing) battle of control.

The sight of her deep brown eyes was replaced with the top of her head once again as she slammed her mouth down onto me in one smooth stroke, bringing my thick fuck-stick into her open throat once more. I felt her ram a finger up inside my ass and flick it against my inner walls as her other hand reached below to squeeze my dangling orbs. The thought that I should be holding onto her ears, driving myself deeper still inside her esophagus, passed through my brain but truthfully I needed them to support myself in an upright position. Such was the force of my orgasm, when at last my spunk began to spew uncontrollably from my body, I felt as if I was going to loose consciousness. It was all I could do just to hang on to the wall behind me as I emptied what felt like an absorbent amount of juice down her throat and into her belly! I'm not sure how long my body jerked and twitched, but the next thing I remember was looking down and watching as Kari licked my softening shaft clean of any evidence of being inside her, even squeezing out a few drops of cum and licking it up as she sat awaiting her next order.

Before I caught my breath, I reached down for my boxers and let her help me get dressed before I told her to stand in front of me. I knew that at this moment it was breaking the rules of role-play, but since I was creating them I could do justify what I did next. Stepping forward until there was barely light between us, I took the sides of her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, passionately and felt her respond accordingly. Our tongues wrestled for a few minutes while we made out like teenagers on their first car date, ending with a series of nibbling on each others' lips until at last my pupils met her glazed over ones once more. Soon afterwards, I walked her to her car that was parked a few spaces from my own and wished her a good night.

*****

During the week following our first sexual experience together, I dropped by Kari's office during a lunchtime with the intent of talking dirty to her to see if I could get her all worked up and then the plan was to instruct her that she was not allowed to relieve her sexual frustrations on her own and then walk out. But things went further than that because on this particular day Kari had come in intent on reorganizing the layout of her small warehouse area, and so had worn blue jeans and an old white t-shirt. When I found her office closed but saw her car down the road, I knew she must be inside so I went around back and rapped on the rear door. She opened it for me, allowing me to discover what she'd been working on all morning. While she was showing explaining things, I noticed how her small breasts seem intent on filling out the thin shirt she had on. Before I really considered my words, I had looked her in the eyes and said, "I like the way that shirt hugs your body, but think how much better it would look if you weren't wearing a bra."

She glanced down and started to comment, but as she looked back at me, I said, "Take it off, Miss Kari." The tone I used was unmistakable and she knew it wasn't a mere suggestion.

As before, she lowered her gaze and replied, "Yes, Sir," as she put her hands behind her back and unclasped it, before slipping it off her shoulders beneath her shirt and tugging it out her left sleeve. It was beige and was framed with lace along the edges and then she tossed it onto a short stack of boxes nearby. I watched the gentle forms of her chest underneath the fabric rise and fall with her sudden increased breaths, but as her nipples hardened in the cool air they become most prominent, appearing as if they would break through the surface of the material quite soon. As I've always had a fetish for nipples this went a long way to get my blood pressure up and it wasn't the only part of me I felt rising either. I reached out with both hands and cupped her twins in the palms of my hands, lifting them slightly and asking, "The size, Miss Kari?"

"Thirty four B, Sir."

"Mmmm, very nice," I answered as I began to knead them with my fingers, using my thumbs to pay special attention to the hard knobs atop her peaks.

"Thank you, Sir. I'm happy they please you," she said, just before she screeched in pain from the way I'd pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, twisting them painfully hard and knowing the cotton material would only aid in the suffering I was causing her! Next, I placed my hands at her throat and tugging hard in opposite directions, I tore the shirt in half straight down the center of her body. After tearing it off her upper body, I flung it towards where her brassiere lay nearby and could finally admire her perky compact tits in all their glory. They stood proud and straight out from her chest; I noticed how she was breathing in a short raspy gasps now from the scene developing between us. Without hesitation I shoved her back up against a nearby wall, lowered my face below her own and latched onto her right nipple with my teeth. I slid my slippery tongue around her pulsing tip as I savored and suckled it, before moving to the other side of her heaving torso and giving attention to her other side. While I was having my way with her, I reached for her right hand and guided it to her own right nipple, encouraging her to pinch it. She caught on quickly and when I began to trail soft kisses towards her shoulders, she used both hands to play with herself. After her shoulders, I rose to her neck and began biting her skin ever so slowly as I worked my way to her earlobe, sucking it inside my mouth as my heated breath tickled her ear. Kari was moaning louder now and once when glancing at her face, I saw that her eyes were closed tightly as she enjoyed what my mouth and her fingers were doing to her nerve endings.

"Don't stop what you're doing," I whispered as I stepped back and took off my own shirt, then stood before her and placed my nipple against her lips. Needing no instruction, she took it into her mouth and sucked hard, even nibbling with the edges of her teeth and causing shivers to radiate through my body, all the while she was still pinching her own nipps. I thought about backing off, but knew I wouldn't as the snaps on her Levi's slowly came undone one at a time until I could get my hands inside. I tugged them down over the rounded swell of her glorious butt, marveling at the mere sight of her alabaster skin covered only by a thin pair of bright yellow panties, which anyone with eyes could see were showing wetness between her skinny thighs. I stepped back to admire the scene; Kari had her back to a wall, naked except for her panties, her shoes and a crumpled pair of jeans around her ankles and was using her fingers to tug on her engorged nipples. I thought about having her reveal my tool but since she'd seen it up close already, I dismissed the notion and quickly shed my clothing myself.

When I was bare foot and nude, I stepped back towards ‘my slut' and said, "Now kick off the rest of your clothing, Kari." Without missing a beat, she shucked her shoes and jeans so she was standing before me in just her yellow French cut panties, which sat high on her narrow hips. "Now follow me."

As I walked out towards her office I felt she'd think we were going back there, but when I walked straight into the dimly lit showroom, I knew she'd become concerned. I stopped and looked back, seeing the look of alarm in her eyes, but pleased to see she still proceeded to accompany me. When we stood in front of the service counter, I simply grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto it. Spreading her muscled legs, I stepped between them...my hard cock banging up against the counter top and my bare ass pointing at the large storefront window only fifteen feet away; and a public sidewalk just beyond. I knew this was very risky because it was nearing the end of the lunch hour; people could be passing by on their way back to their offices, but at this point it was only adding to the thrill of the moment. I could see her eyes were trained on the glass; occasionally they'd become wider when someone would rush past and I knew she was praying they wouldn't glance in and see what we were doing.

I could only suppress a chuckle as the fingers of my left hand hooked the edge of her panties, pulled them aside and revealed a freshly shaven pussy...minus the dark landing strip above her hard clit that was already poking out from between her glistening slit. She tried to scoot a little closer to me, perching her opening just over the edge of the low counter and I knew she was only trying to help give my throbbing tool easier access to her box. But instead of placing my cockhead at her entrance, I stepped back and lowered my face there...tasting her honey pot for the first time. As I licked away at her silky folds, I could hear Kari groan with lust and I felt the hand on my left shoulder tighten its grip to the point of causing me the most wonderful kind of pain. In fact, it gave me a renewed sense of energy as I began to eat her juicy pussy in earnest, even thrusting my tongue in and out of her as she began to call out loudly...oblivious to the occasional passerby outside. "I just love the taste of this ripe peach, Kari," I mumbled as I sucked hard on her stiff clitoris. When she shuddered after only a few more moments down on her muffin, I realized just how close she must've been to an orgasm already; the scene in the warehouse really having an effect on her.

Before her orgasm had completely passed, I slid her forward on the counter and stood between her legs as before, placed the head of my cock at her slippery slit and shove my solid fuck-stick inside her in one smooth motion. I can't describe every detail, but needless to say I fucked her with long smooth strokes for a few minutes on top of that counter before I pulled her into my arms and lifted her off of it. She remained impaled on my cock as I pumped my body upward against her own, and with gravity working more for me than against, she really got to feel every inch as I pounded her cunt into submission! Next I found myself near the wall of her showroom, so I spun around and put her back against it, letting her legs grip my around my waist, but alas this position wasn't doing anything for my back.

"Get on the floor," I panted, "on your hands and knees." When she had done so, I knelt behind her and gripped her bright panties firmly and then tore them from her body as well. "Take a hold of it," I said and felt her guiding my dick between her folds as I fed my prick back inside her heated tunnel of hotness, and proceeded to pound her tight hole until we both erupted in a simultaneous release that should've been heard for blocks in every direction! Even after every once of cum a man could possibly have inside his body had been deposited inside Kari vault, I still twitched for a full ten minutes as we both came back down to earth, still trying to catch our breath.

I pulled out of her and saw a dark spot on the carpeting below where our bodies had been joined, but ignored it and said, "Now get over here and clean me off, slut." I was pretty spent but knew I still needed to treat her like the whore she wanted to be, so I made sure she knew her place by having her lick our combined juices from my shaft. Then I took her hand in mine and led her back to the warehouse, to where our clothing was piled. When I picked up my pants, she reached for her jeans and that's when I stepped behind her and quickly grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging on it sharply enough to make her cry out in pain.

"You think I forgot, don't you bitch? You disobeyed me back there and you think I didn't notice, don't you?" I guided her forward by the hair, causing her to drop her jeans as I forced her over a stack of toner boxes. "I told you to kick off the rest of your clothes and you left your panties on! What the fuck was that all about," I screamed. Then I withdrew my belt from the loops and proceeded to punish Kari like the tramp she was. When she had counted off 10 hard swats across her bare white ass, I told her to get dressed.

Truthfully, I was so hard I could've nailed her one more time, but instead I told her that she hadn't earned another round of sex with me. As I said, part of this relationship was based on mentally fucking as well as physical fucking.

*****

The days that followed our last encounter passed by about as perfectly as I could have hoped for; when we weren't role-playing we both acted like professionals who happened to own offices next to one another. Not once could any other person detect the slightest hint that we were engaging in an erotic affair as well. I especially enjoyed it when one of us would come to the others' office for a legitimate reason and find ourselves alone together, and sometimes I'd act as if I didn't have an once of interest in her. This not to say that I didn't take full advantage of her physical charms, I simply enjoyed messing with her mind as well, as this would drive her crazy I knew; because she seemed to crave being spoke to in an authoritive tone and would automatically assume her submissive role. She got off on being a good Sub and craved the praise she would earn by performing well. In fact, after that last bare bottom whipping in her warehouse she had yet to earn another round of punishment, becoming quite the subservient lady in her own right, and I was enjoying reaping the benefits of discovering her submissive nature to say the least.

One time when she seemed overly obvious and extremely horny but unfortunately I has a meeting with a very big client I just could not put off, I instructed her to go to our town's adult video store, buy a vibrator that was no more than six inches long, take it home and masturbate until she made herself cum. Of course there was one little catch to this...she could only give herself this gift of self-release if she taped the entire episode for and put it on a CD for me to watch later that night. I must say it's still one of my favorite homemade porn movies, as she did a seductive striptease and then proceeded to fuck herself silly with the soft-gel phallus she'd bought, sucking and fucking it while calling out my name until she bucked wildly. Afterwards she zoomed in on the large wet spot in her sheets as she licked the purple dildo clean. (I guess I should start selling copies, eh?)

*****

One day I was sitting in the local bookstore sipping coffee and mostly minding my own business and wouldn't you know it, she walks in with one of her girlfriends, (I assumed). I watched them; she getting a coffee and her young friend a smoothie and then they wandered around looking at the various types of books and things for a while before I decided to have a little fun. Slowly working my way around the store, I managed to get behind them just as her friend went off to use the restroom while Kari drifted down a long row framed by tall bookshelves. She was wearing a pair of Capri's that fit her like a glove and made my dick twitch where it hung. When she stopped to check out a book that caught her eye, I came up the aisle next to the one she was in and slid a few books aside to create a window of sorts, between us. "You sure look hot today, Miss Kari," I said quickly and watched her reaction.

To my amusement, she quickly turned, made eye contact and then quickly cast her gaze to the south as she said, "Thank you, Sir."

"Those pants you have on' they make me want to run my tongue along the crack of your sweet little ass and then bury it in that fuzzy peach," is all she heard come out of my mouth.

"But, I'm not here alone...I, I have someone with me and she doesn't know about ...you know," she quietly replied without looking up.

"About you being a submissive ...sexy ...slut?" I drew out the words because I knew what they'd do to her hearing me say them that way. I may have seen her shiver, but couldn't be positive. Then I eased her mind by saying, "OK, I'll give you a pass this time, but it's your loss because I really wanted to get another taste of your juicy peach. But sometime in the near future you'll make it up to me, right?"

"Yes, of course I will, Jim," she whispered as her friend began to close in on her from the far end of the aisle. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't let Kristi hear you!"

Drawing out the word extra slowly, I led her on to complete my sentence by saying, "Because you're my....sexy, ...what?"

"Your slut, Jim; I'm yours and I'll let you do anything you want to me!"

I detected a smirk as she turned to greet her friend and I smiled as well; she was enjoying this almost as much as I. Watching them walk out of the store and then to her car in the lot, I noticed an uncanny resemblance between Kari and her friend...Kristi, I believe she'd said her name was. In fact, if I didn't know better I'd say they were sisters. OK, sometimes I can be a little slow, so sue me. It wasn't until later when I was driving towards home that it hit: that wasn't her friend or a sister; that was her daughter!

Luckily for me, the next time came much sooner than I expected; unluckily for her, I'd discover something prior to it that she and her ex-husband hadn't tried before they split up...and I acted on it. The following Monday while she filled out an invoice and ran a credit card through her terminal, I waited for her back in her office chair. Watching her return to me, she fell right to her knees and continued where she'd left off sucking my semi-hard prick when the latest customer came in. I had discovered by watching the foot traffic outside that the morning hours between ten a.m. and twelve noon were her busiest. Therefore I arrived promptly at nine forty-five; French kissed her mercilessly for ten minutes and then directed her to blow me, without locking the doors and without ignoring any of her walk-in customers. Each time one came in, my cock would begin to deflate and Kari would be forced to start all over again...and I was enjoying the little game to no end. As the eleventh hour approached the bulbous head of my thick prick began to erupt deep in the back of Kari's throat, we both heard the jingling of the bells that hung on her front door. Without considering the implications of the position she was in, Kari popped herself off my dick, resulting in a stream of hot cum splattering into her face. If only I'd have had a camera; oh well, next time. By the time she'd cleaned herself up and got out there, the young girl had found her cartridge replacement and was waiting to pay for it. Just as she was leaving she turned and said with a playful wink, "Next time don't forget to lock the door."

*****

My discovery happened one afternoon when we were once again locked inside her store, naked as the day we were born and fucking like rabbits atop Kari's desk. She was on her back, laying so that her legs bent at the knees were dangling over one side and her head was over the other, so that I could pound her ripe pussy for a while and then walk around and shove it down her throat while she reached up and held on to the back of my thighs. Unaware that I'd installed a tiny camera inside my the briefcase I had begun carrying two weeks prior, Kari's was quickly becoming an amateur porn star, albeit as yet ‘undiscovered'. I glanced over where I had set it down on a small bookcase and winked right into the lens, barely visible unless you knew what you were looking for.

It was during that session when Kari had begun to squirm around a bit too much for me; I had made an off-handed comment about tying her up if she couldn't keep still or something along those lines. As I withdrew my throbbing prick and she pumped it with her fist, I shot my load onto those beautiful tits pointing straight towards the heavens. She made a comment of her own that I hadn't quite heard, because at the time I was enjoying the feeling of my spurting cum onto Kari's chest while she sucked my sack into her mouth.

Later, when I was at home watching the news, it began to knag at me until I retrieved the taped session and replayed it in my den. And there it was...as she began to pump my shooting stick and just before she suckled my balls, she'd quietly made the remark ‘My X thought if he tied my wrists he could fuck my ass, but that's one thing he never got'. Not knowing for certain whether she was an anal virgin or if her X-husband just hadn't gotten to tap Kari's amazing rear end, this became the single most important thing I would take from her.

Since I had already mentioned using something to keep her from moving around too much, I immediately began keeping a few selected items in my briefcase. Fur-lined cuffs, a few lengths of nylon rope, a large butt-plug, a ball gag, a blindfold, a leather covered paddle, nipple clamps and a small tube of lube; each time we were together from that day forward, I'd mention that I had them with me and one day would use them on her. At first she seemed indifferent to them but slowly curiosity got the better of her and before too long she was asking to see them; eventually begging to see them.

So one day, when I had the office building to myself and we were at my desk, I dumped the contents of my briefcase out and stood next to her waiting to see a reaction. I watched her toying with a couple articles, touching them but not commenting, until I told her I was going to use the restroom, but not before I said, "I want you to remove your slacks and blouse, leaving your panties, bra and heels on," I instructed her, "and when I return you will have picked out three items which I will use on you."

When I'd returned she had a wicked smile playing upon her face which was visible even though she was looking downward as was customary by this time. She stood before me as instructed; her pointy nipples clearly outlined as they pushed against the thin sports bra she had on, the thong she'd worn today as a way of pleasing me and the three inch heels of course. In her hands she held the items that she'd picked out and even though it excited me to see them, they were exactly what I'd thought she'd choose. Motioning for her to follow me, I lead her back to a conference room which was cast in dark shadows, taking the chosen items from her and placed them on the large table. Next I took her in my arms and kissed her lips, her ears and her shoulders before biting at her neck. Now normally this would relax her, but today she remained tense because she knew what was coming so I simply said, "Right then, let's get on with it, shall we?"

I watched her move to stand at one end of the long wooden table which clearly weighed five times what the two of us did; so in other words, it wasn't going anywhere. I stood beside her, tightening the two cuffs around her tiny wrists and then fastening the rope through the steel ring on her left cuff. Next I slid the blindfold over her head and completely took away her sense of vision before stepping alongside the table towards the center and bending down to thread the nylon rope through a support that held the tabletop to its solid base. When I reached the opposite side of the table, I instructed Kari to bend over and lie face down as I retrieved the rope, fastening it to the steel ring on her right cuff. Thus, with her outstretched limbs tied tightly, she was rendered nearly immobile. I'd left just enough slack in them to allow her to lift her body a couple inches above the surface of the table, but no more. Having used two of her three chosen items, the cuffs and the rope, I returned to admire her upturned ass and the way she'd spread her legs as far apart as she could.

"I'll be right back," I told her as I walked from the room amid her questions. Arriving back at my office, I placed the remaining items inside the briefcase and returned to the conference room where I made sure the hidden camera within it could capture the action. By this time flipping the bright lights on wasn't an issue since she couldn't see them anyways, yet I only turned them on about half way via a dimmer switch. Next I took out a knife I had brought with me and proceeded to cut away the sports bar and her tiny thong as I listened to her breathing becoming more labored by the minute. It was a delight to run the flat edge of the blade along her body as her undergarments were cut away.

I sat down in a rolling office chair and slid myself right between her spread legs, placing either of my hands on her thighs as I began to lick her exposed pussy. Kari jumped, squealed and groaned as I progressed from licking to an all out assault on her clit, until her juices were freely seeping from deep within her to pool near the edge of the table. As she humped my mouth, the first of two of my fingers were inserted into her tight rectum, starting off as a massage but escalating into a vigorous finger-fuck. Each time I'd withdraw them to lick at her snatch, I'd be sure to coat her pink star with her own sap, until it was easy to slide the fingers inside her back door once more and she in turn went from tense and afraid, to relaxed and begging for more.

I knew by the way she suddenly wailed loudly and struggled at the ties that now bound her that she hadn't even seen my next move coming, as I had opened the tube of lube and coated the butt-plug with it. Slipping my digits from her sphincter and then quickly replacing them with the cylindrical shaped latex plug, I placed my open palm against its base and firmly pushed it inside her! Oh sure there was some initial resistance, but because of the way she was wiggling her hips around as she moaned, "Oh God...what is that? What are you doing, Jim?," she actually assisted in her own anal corking.

The shape of the plug assured the wearer that while it felt as if it was stretching your asshole wider, it would not pop out accidentally, so I had little to worry about as I stood and reached for the leather-covered paddle. Without a word of warning or instruction, I began to spank her backside just as I had before and without missing a beat Kari called out each swat as she always did before. "Six, Sir. Thank you...may I have another?; Twelve, Sir. Thank you...may I have another?; Twenty, Sir. Thank you...may I have another?"

I was very happy with the spanking as it left her rear end and the back of her thighs a light shade of red and looked as if it would sting for a while. I stepped towards the middle of the table and said, "You may speak freely for one minute, Miss Kari," and then I returned to stand between her legs as I undressed myself. Almost immediately she asked me why I was using more than three of the toys on her; and had she done something to displease me. I answered her by telling her that I had promised to use the three items she selected; I'd never said they'd be all the items I'd use on her. And ‘yes' she had displeased me, by asking questions when I'd inserted her plug instead of waiting to speak when spoken to!

"You chose the rope, the cuffs and the blindfold and I have three items of my own choosing as well." With that announcement I held my stiff prick in my right hand, aligned it with her dew covered flower and then shoved my dick into her hard. Her tight snatch gave way to the invading tube, snuggly compressing me from every angle and yet yielding to inch after pulsing inch as I drove myself down into her. The heat radiating from her recent punishment rose from her as I gripped her hips in my hands and began to smoothly stroke in and out as she purred contently beneath me! Thoughts passed through my mind as I fucked her sweet pussy; how I'd only used two of my three items, how I hoped she'd enjoy the third, if I'd finally be pushing her too far this time...but then she hadn't yet used her safe word, not once even. A couple of times I allowed myself to get closer to the point of cumming and had to back off, regroup and start up once more. Suddenly I felt her inner walls gripping my cock harder than she had all night and I stood as still as possible while she twitched and shook through her second orgasm of the evening. Smiling, I withdrew from her and set my final plan in motion by loosening the rope and pulling it through one of her cuffs.

"Stand up, bitch," I told her and watched her hold onto the table's edge to support her wobbly legs. After two, three minutes maybe...I said, "Now sit down on the edge and lie back while I tie you for another fuck."

What she hadn't considered, or maybe she had but didn't care, was that by slipping the rope through only one of her cuffs and then rethreading it after she'd turned over, this would bring her wrists together instead of spreading them apart. Before another minute had passed she discovered this for herself, as I tightened and stretched her wrists above her blindfolded head. Her prone form was stretched out before my hungry eyes like the main course of a Holiday feast.

I hadn't told her this of course, but I had begun to consider the shape and strength of Kari's body to be closer to perfection than I'd thought the day I first met her. Secretly, I considered developing our relationship into something more permanent, but of course had kept that desire to myself. What I couldn't take would be to destroy the Dom/Sub liaison we had now, by trying to turn it into a romance as well. Far too many times this was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back of many a good thing when it was pushed further than it should have been. With that in mind and more, I stepped between her legs once more and leaning over her began to fondle her naked breasts in the cool conference room air, kneading and pinching her taught nipples until they stretched proudly upward towards heaven.

Next I kneeled between her knees which dangled over the end of the large smooth wooden table and quickly secured a hard leather collar to first her right and then left ankle. When I grasped the carbon-fiber bar that would keep her legs spread apart and easy to control, I knew she sensed something out of her comfort zone was about to take place. For now I placed the bar over my head, allowing it to rest across my shoulders and keep her splayed wide before me as I lifted my dick and once more slid it in to the hilt. With a groan I heard Kari acknowledge receipt of my mushroom against her raw cervix and began to slowly screw her slippery slash while I slowly rotated the spreader bar forward. This movement would cause her ankle to be transferred from either side of my head to either side of hers, all the while folding her body nearly in half. I marveled at how limber she was for someone over thirty years old and only wished my back was as good, although parts of me were still as strong as ever!

The time had come for my ultimate invasion of Kari's body, as I was quite certain she had figured out my plan by now. Holding her legs at a forty-five degree angle to her upper body, I reached beneath my shaft which stuck partially out of her gripping wet snatch, and grasped the base of the recently impaled plug. In one smooth motion I pulled it from her anal passage and we both heard her body gasp from the sudden absence of it.

"Oh my God," she mumbled as she felt her tight hole slowly closing up as the plug was dropped to the carpet near my feet. Before it had a chance to do so, I withdrew my slick coated cock, raised her rear end by lifting on the bar and held the head of my cock against the third of Kari's three orifices; the only one I hadn't had the pleasure of bottoming out into.

"You may speak Kari; I wouldn't want to keep you silent during this next part," I told her as I pushed the bulbous head of my cock against her tightening ring, feeling it stretch tightly but give way none-the-less and allow my hard lolly-pop over the threshold of her coveted candy bowl.

"Sir...please, you'll....split me in two, Sir.....please"......she was panting as her head moved from side to side, her chest rising and falling quicker now as she realized my intentions to do just that.

"Please, what?" I screamed in her direction as I felt the pipe between my legs grow to ever thickening dimensions. Something strange took place in the few seconds that ticked off the clock on the wall; Kari's body relaxed and an eerie calmness overtook her somehow. I wasn't sure if it was shock or acceptance when she whispered, "Please Sir, .....please fuck my virgin ass."

It was not as if anything she said would have stopped my from doing just that, but for some reason when she begged me to deflower her backdoor, my cock literally jumped to attention, becoming harder than I'd ever thought possible. Without further ado I leaned forward and exerted a lot of pressure in order to force myself deeper and deeper still inside her hole. ‘My God' I thought, ‘she was the absolute tightest one I'd ever had to break in!'

"Oh my God, Sir; oh God...oh Shit," she exclaimed. "Oh Yes! Fuck my slutty ass, Sir, please, please don't stop fucking me!"

This was going better than I had hoped for; after all I knew I'd be screwing her tight little cunt and then taking her ass, too. But to have her encouraging me, even begging for it...well that was just icing on the cake! After another minute or so, my balls were pushing into her drooling cunt as I realized my eight and a half inch rod was finally inside her poop-shute, and that it was the first time anything had traveled north along this route!

Another minute passed as we both enjoyed the sensations and then I withdrew from her body, picked up the bottle of lube and drizzled onto my shaft as I pushed it forth once more. With a mutual grunt we both felt it driven in deep, slightly less restrictive on each thrust as her colon relaxed and became accustomed to being assaulted. After a few more times and another squirt of lubrication, it became nearly as easy to pack Kari's ass as it was to pound her pussy. I was so happy she was into this even though she admitted to doing it for her first time, I wanted to do something more for her. Thinking quickly, I used my left fingers to massage her stiff clit as she took my dick harder and harder. To tell the truth, I couldn't be sure which of us was moaning louder or enjoying the discovery of this new frontier more; we stayed joined in that carnal copulation until she called out, "I'm coming, Sir.....Oh God YES; I'm cumming!"

As her third orgasm overtook her, the tightness within her anal hole reminded me of a steel vice from the way it clamped down on my tool and sent stars shooting through my eyes. It caused a series of instant explosions to go off inside her and before I realized it my spunk had not only filled her to capacity, but it was spurting from the seam where our flesh was connected. I stepped back, withdrawing my spewing stick from her ass and after shooting a stream onto her flat tummy, I slammed it home inside her slickened snatch. The rest of my own orgasm was deposited inside her cunt, right where this evening had begun!

Sometime later, I slowly untied her, releasing the bindings and helping her to sit in a chair as I put our sex toys away. I stood nearby but realized she was using her legs to scoot her chair over to where I stood. Truthfully, when she leaned forward to suck the remnants of my limp dick I wasn't sure she'd have much effect on it. But she sucked on it inside her mouth for a while and then sat back in the chair and said, "Mmmm, strawberry flavored," with a dirty little grin.

Looking at how messed up her hair was, I stepped over the line that I'd only minutes before cautioned myself against. "Listen, Kari...we could both use a shower. Would you like to come over to my house before you go home tonight?"

"Your house? Are you sure we should take that step, Jim?"

"I'm not sure at all," I said, "But I do want to take it...if you do," I answered trying to sound more confident than I was. "What do you say?"

She wrestled with her thoughts for a moment, then stood and took my hand in her own. Only this time when she spoke to me, she was looking me straight in the eye. "Lead the way Jim; after all...you are the one in charge."

We dressed and she followed me back to my modest suburban house in her own vehicle. There we showered together, kissing and touching each other as we cleansed our bodies. We did not engage in intercourse or oral stimulation as we were both pretty spent from the afternoon session and yet it was very sensual; then we dressed and she went home to make dinner for her child. When I pressed her about her daughter, she would only say that she'd had Kristi when she was fresh out of high school, which would make her daughter about sixteen or so unless my calculation of Kari's age was off.

Later that evening as I added another CD to my growing collection, I sipped a glass of Knob Creek and pondered the meaning of my life. Thirty minutes later I gave up and decided to ride this train for as long as I could.

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The End - Part 1 Copyright 2011