The Adventures of Karen - Part 27 - After Dinner.
After what seemed an interminable time, Greta called the guests to order.
'Thank you, Lisa, you can prepare to serve our guests.' Greta managed to keep a
straight face at the double meaning, while Lisa remained impassive. 'Come,
everyone, let's eat. I've marked your places so I hope you are sitting next to
someone who interests you!'
As the guests found their places Karen looked at Andy and whispered a heartfelt
'Good luck!'
Looking around Karen saw that Andy had been seated between Marie, on his right,
and Wendy on his left. She found, not totally surprised, that she was sat next
to Greta. What did surprise her however that rather than a male member of the
group she was joined by Agnes on her right.
Agnes saw her look of momentary bewilderment, and whispered in her ear, 'Don't
worry my dear, I just swapped the cards around a little. My husband is such a
bore at these things and I'm sure we shall find a lot in common.'
Greta watched the little exchange silently, thinking just how much in common
they would have, later, much later.
The meal passed uneventfully as Andy and Karen found out more about their fellow
guests. None of them mentioned any interest openly, or otherwise, in the real
reasons for their presence. To an innocent onlooker, the group would have
seemed quite normal in every respect.
Andy had shared his views, as an accountant, with Mike and Jeff and shared
common views of their business problems. Karen made little mention of her own,
more technical skills in computing, feeling, correctly, that most people found
women involved in the more technical aspects of modern life either weird or just
plain boring. She did not wish to find out into which category she fell, happy
in the knowledge that, intellectually at least, she was more than equal to any
of those gathered around the table.
Despite the buzz of conversation it was still evident that neither Allan or Joy,
seated between Dave and Lucy, made any contribution. Karen was still puzzled by
their odd behaviour but managed to contain her curiosity as she enjoyed the
social interchanges.
As the meal progressed she began to notice that Lisa was becoming more attentive
to some of the guests, and it became apparent that the unusually wide spacing
between the guests had an ulterior purpose. As Lisa moved between Marie and
Joy, Karen saw Marie casually slip her hand up the back of Lisa's legs and, just
as casually, stroke her rounded butt. Conscious that she was staring she tried
to avert her gaze but not before she saw Marie slip her hands between Lisa's
opened legs. Surely not! Yes! She was definitely rubbing her hand, her
fingers, along, perhaps even into, Lisa's smoothly shaven, freshly waxed, slit.
Karen turned her head away but still heard Marie speak quietly to Lisa.
'I see you have been well prepared my dear. Are you ready for me? You know
what I shall be doing of course?'
Karen turned again in time to see Lisa blush and bob her head. 'Of course Miss,
of course, whatever you wish will my pleasure.'
While this exchange was taking place, unseen by Andy, Ken had also been fondled.
As Karen had looked around desperately, to avoid being seen looking at Lisa's
humiliation, she saw Mike smiling at Ken. Mike! Of all people in the room she
had not thought of him as preferring the touch of another man. As she looked
discreetly she could see that Ken was already somewhat aroused, the tightness of
his trousers outlining his erection and, at the same time, constraining it so
that it was held downwards in what must have been a painful manner. Karen did
not hear Mike whispering to Ken although she did hear his reply.
'Of course, sir, it will be my pleasure, for as long as you wish.'
As the group finally selected their drinks, as Lisa walked, at times at little
unsteadily, around the table, it was clear that the atmosphere was becoming more
relaxed. Greta was in fine form, laughing and joking across the table but
taking but little notice of Karen. Karl was less outspoken but, by the look on
his face, and by the way he kept staring at Joy, it was clear that he was
expecting something to happen sooner or later.
As the glasses emptied, Greta stood up and, clapping her husband on the
shoulder, suggested they should all move into the other room. It seemed that
this was the signal that everyone was waiting for. The chairs were rapidly
scraped back from the table. Each couple, free to choose and sit by their
partners, made themselves comfortable in a circle around the tables, so
painstakingly arranged the previous day by the then naked Ken and Andy.
Karen found herself and Andy sitting together between Greta and Karl. It seemed
to her that this was more than coincidence, surely in some way, Greta had
arranged this so that they were under control of their Master an Mistress.
Greta motioned for silence and stood up.
'My friends, my dear friends, thank you for making my little meal so enjoyable.
You know how much I enjoy your company, and now, and I'm sure you'll agree, it's
time for us to relax, to have a little entertainment.'
Various people around the circle murmured their approval.
Greta turned. 'Lucy my dear, I'm sure that you would like to start the
proceedings in your usual fashion.'
As Greta sat down Karen felt a surge of relief, at least her true status was not
yet being revealed. Or at least, she thought, not as far as I am aware.
Lucy looked around at the waiting group and smiled. Smiled broadly.
'I guess you all know what we're going to do now?'
Murmurs of approval, around the room, greeted her question.
'Yes, let's see how Allan manages to deal with his wife shall we?'
Karl spoke up, 'Yes, and I hope he does better than last time!'
Greta leaned over towards Karen and spoke quietly. 'My dear, I want you to watch
closely, very closely. Lucy has done an excellent job you know. Just think,
during the week Joy and Allan work as normal, ordinary, people, but in the
evenings, and at weekends, they change. They change completely. Just look and
learn.'
Karen swallowed nervously, wondering just what was going to happen.
Allan stood up and looked apprehensively at Lucy before he spoke to the room at
large.
'D-does anyone want to use my wife? Do any of you of you men want to strip her
and fuck her, right now?' Silence greeted his appeal. 'Please. Please, I want
someone to fuck my wife.'
Again Karl spoke up. 'Why should we want to fuck her, is she so special?'
'Well, Sir, you see, she really does need to be fucked, to be used, and I want
her to be used by anyone who wants to have a good, a really good, fuck.'
'Don't believe you!' Agnes giggled. 'She can't be that good.'
'Oh but she is. Look. I'll show you.' Allan beckoned to his wife to join him.
'Look at her, surely you must see that she has a good body and she really is so
sexy you know.'
'Strip her for us, let's see what she looks like when she's naked.' Mike joined
in the spirit of the group.
'Of course, sorry, I should have done that I know. Come here, my dear, and
stand up on this table.'
Joy moved over and stood on one of the low tables. She balanced precariously on
her high heels and looked at her husband.
'Take your dress off, please, my dear'
Joy unbuttoned her dress and stepped out of it before she handed it to her
husband.
'Now the shoes.'
'No, leave them on, it makes her look better and makes it harder for her to move
on there.' Agnes again intervened.
'Sorry, Miss.' Allan mumbled and then waited while his wife removed her brief
bra. As she unclipped it and let it fall away from her body Karen saw that she
had nicely formed breasts, with dark nipples, but they were definitely never
going to match her own in fullness, even though they did sag noticeably.
Probably a natural result of her age, Karen thought, which she estimated as in
her early forties. Karen scolded herself. What did age matter anyway? She
mentally apologised.
'And the rest, please.' Allan pleaded with his wife.
Reluctantly Joy removed her remaining garment, surprisingly, for her apparently
staid appearance, she was wearing a skimpy black thong. Whether she had worn it
to please herself, her husband or merely to increase her humiliation as she
stripped, Karen could not be sure. Even so, as she removed it everyone in the
room could see that Joy was totally hairless, her pronounced labia having no
protective cover.
'Mmmm, that's better.', Agnes again commented, 'Turn round and let's see your
ass.'
Joy instantly turned round and displayed her nakedness to everyone in the room.
'My dear, I think you should exhibit yourself now.' Allan spoke again to his
wife.
This time Joy stood still and bent over so that, depending where they were
sitting, the group could see, and perhaps even admire, her hanging tits, with
the nipples beginning to harden and pout, or they could see the inner labia,
already puffy with arousal and showing signs of moisture.
Joy stood up and put her hands behind her head and forced her breasts to jut
out, not fully uplifted, but at least lying higher on her chest than previously.
'Please, will anyone fuck my wife now, I want her to be fucked, please.' Allan
was becoming desperate as he looked across at Lucy. Karen noticed the look and
wondered just what control Lucy really had over him.
'Why don't you just fuck her and get on with it?' Ron spoke for the first time.
'Yes, strip off and show us what you can do, if you can.' Marie felt that she
had to contribute.
'Yes Miss, certainly Miss.' Allan stood in the middle of the group and rapidly
removed his clothes until he was stark naked.
Karen looked quizzically at Greta. 'Mistress, may I ask a question?' She spoke
quietly and discreetly.
'Yes my dear, of course you can. What do you want to know?'
'Why doesn't he just, you know, er, just fuck her then?'
'Ah my dear, that's just it. Lucy and Dave have trained him so well, I have to
admire them. You see, now that they've finished with him he can't get it up any
more unless he's seen his wife being fucked, or used in some way. And she can't
fuck, she isn't allowed to fuck, or to worship another woman, unless he is
present and naked.'
'Oh!' Karen couldn't think of anything else to say.
'Oh no. He has to watch and enjoy, and sometimes, for a change, they put him
into tight bondage before they allow him to watch. It's rather good, I like it.
Perhaps I shall try it out on someone one day.' Greta looked at Karen and then
glanced across at Andy.
'Y-yes Mistress.' Karen was still lost for words.
'Yes, you see, until he has seen another man fuck her, until he has seen her
cunt filled with cum he can't get an erection. Of course, once that's happened
he can manage fine. You'll see, he'll be fine once his wife has been used
thoroughly.'
'Yes, Mistress, thank you Mistress.'
'Of course there is just one catch. He has to do something else too. Watch
carefully, you'll see what they both have to do.'
While they had been talking Allan had continued to ask, to beg, for someone to
fuck his wife. He looked at Andy with pleading eyes. 'Would you like to fuck
my slutty wife? She really is very good you know.'
Andy had already felt somewhat aroused and began to speak.
'No. he can't, I'm afraid.' Karl interrupted him. 'He is already committed to
someone else.'
Andy looked disappointed as Allan moved away and looked desperately around the
room.
Karen spoke again. 'Mistress, why can't he ask slave Ken, I'm sure he would be
good.'
'Oh yes indeed, he would be good, very good, but we have plans for him later.
No, he will not approach him.'
Allan continued to plead, taking his wife by the hand and parading her around
the room, stopping front of each couple. As he stopped he took time to try and
encourage the onlookers by praising his wife's nakedness, her shaven pussy, her
tits. Finally, as he got in front of Karl he went through his routine once
again. First, he opened his wife's legs and pulled her labia wide, actually
stretching the tender petals as much as he could. Then, as he was lifting one
of Joy's tits, lifting and fondling it before letting it fall, Karl spoke.
'Yes, I'll do it for you, will that satisfy you?'
'Y-yes sir, and I know you'll satisfy my wife.' Allan looked a little relieved
that his humiliating performance was nearing an end.
Karl stood up and began to strip. 'Put her on that bench and get her legs open
for me.'
'Yes, Sir, of course. Come my dear, time for you to be fucked.' He guided Joy
over to one of the padded benches and arranged her, arms hanging over the edges
and her legs wide, her wetness visible to Karen and Greta. Obviously, as the
host, Greta was being afforded the best view.
Karl walked across, his cock rising and thickening. 'You say she fucks well?'
'Yes Sir, oh yes, she really does fuck superbly. She will satisfy you I know.'
Allan paused and looked embarrassed again. 'Sir, just one thing.'
'Yes!' Karl was impatient to mount the waiting woman.
'I have to ask you for fifty...fifty....' Allan's voice faded, as he blushed
and bowed his head.
'What!' Karl shouted, 'You mean I've got to pay for this slut, pay to fuck her.
I never pay, and in any case only whores get fucking paid for fucking.'
Karl was either very angry or he was acting remarkably well.
Karen murmured to Greta again. 'Mistress, does he really have get someone to
pay before they fuck her?'
'Oh yes, he knows what a whore his wife is. And she does too. They have to
be paid before they can even begin to enjoy themselves. Excellent training
don't you think?'
'Y-yes Mistress.' Karen was unsure and didn't want to commit herself in any
way.
'Just keep watching and you'll see the best bit, once she feels a cock inside
her.'
As she spoke Karl started to negotiate.
'Fifty, no way, not for a fucking whore. I'll tell you what, twenty, no more,
twenty or she doesn't get fucked.'
'Sir.' Allan pleaded, but saw that he had no hope of changing Karl's mind.
'Yes sir. Yes. Twenty will be fine. I'm sure you'll find it good value.'
'Karl nodded and passed something to Lucy. 'Look after that, you know what to
do with it.'
Lucy nodded and smiled at Karl as he walked to stand between Joy's open legs.
He knelt down and slowly guided the swollen head of his erection into the wet
enveloping folds. Allan stood to one side, his eyes fixed on his wife's cunt as
the thick, heavily veined, cock slid slowly ever deeper into his wife.
Joy sighed in pleasure, feeling the welcome warmth and thickness as Karl began
to thrust slowly in and out of her soaking tunnel.
'Now, keep watching, my dear, keep watching. The best bit is yet to come.'
Greta reached over and held Karen's hand.
Karl was increasing his pace as he thrust his thickness deep into Joy.
'Like that do you?' He looked at Allan, standing wide eyed, naked, but,
surprisingly without even the hint of an erection.
'Yes sir, I like seeing you fuck my wife. I like seeing you stretch her cunt
round your thick cock. Please don't stop, I like seeing her being fucked.'
'Don't worry, I'm nowhere near cumming yet.' As Karl spoke he began thrusting
harder, deeper into Joy.
Everyone in the room was entranced by the sight as Karl continued his pounding.
Clearly he was nearing his climax, but Joy was much nearer to cumming. Her eyes
were wide and staring and her mouth was stretched in a silent scream of
pleasure.
'Good isn't it?' Greta leered at Karen as she squeezed her hand tightly.
'Yes Mistress. She will cum soon, surely'
'Oh no, not yet, keep watching.'
Karl was getting faster, his thrusts more furious. Joy began to moan and roll
her eyes.
'Please, please, make me cum, please.' She stared helplessly at Karl before she
looked across at Lucy.
As Karl's cock slid in and out of her, the rich juices gleamed along the shaft,
highlighting the swollen veins.
'Please cum in her Sir, please cum in her cunt.' Allan was getting more
intense, eyes staring unblinkingly at the pistoning cock. 'Fuck my wife, fuck
her, fill her cunt with your cum, please'
Karl was getting very near orgasm as Joy stared at Lucy.
'Please Miss, please Miss.'
'Yes, what is it?' Lucy answered her plea with indifference.
'Please Miss, I beg you.'
Karen looked again at Greta. 'What does she mean, what's going on?'
'It's very simple my dear. You see, Joy is actually a school teacher, in her
every day life, and Lucy has trained her to beg like naughty girl. Good isn't
she?'
Karen could only nod.
'Oh she'll let her cum soon, but until she gives her the signal, there is no way
she will cum, no way she will be able to cum, however hard she tries.'
'Signal, what signal Mistress?' Karen was puzzled but entranced as she watched
Karl continuing his thrusts, entranced as she felt Joy's desperation for relief,
for orgasm. Surely she couldn't fail to cum any second.
'Please Miss, please Miss.' More desperate pleas.
'Yes, what is it now?' Lucy was still off hand.
'Please Miss, please Miss, can I cum now, please.'
'No, why should I let you? What's your excuse this time?'
'Miss please, please I'm so near, let me cum. Please Miss I'm just a slutty
whore, just a f-f-fucking whore.' Joy stumbled over her words, distracted by
the non stop thrusting into her wettest depths and the embarrassment of verbally
degrading herself.
'Perhaps.'
'Please Miss, let this fucking whore cum, let her earn her money and cum. please
Miss.'
Lucy smiled, yet again she had inflicted total humiliation on her little pet.
'Oh, well, I suppose you are doing pretty well even for a whore, a common
prostitute, a slut.'
'Yes Miss' Joy panted as she felt Karl began to shoot deep inside her, 'Yes I'm
a useless fucking whore. My cunt is being fucked so hard. Please let me cum
for you now. Please!'
Lucy stood up and dropped a twenty bill on her sweat soaked tits.
'Here you are slut, here's your money, now cum and show us all what a fucking
slut you really are.'
'M-Miss, thank you miss. I'm a slut and a whoreeeeeeee. Misssssssss!
I'mmmmm cummmmmmmingggg!'
Finally allowed her orgasm, Joy screamed in ecstasy as she felt the last drops
of cum deposited deep inside her and as she felt the waves of total pleasure
roll over her.
Karen looked at Greta who smiled back at her. 'You see, my dear, it's all a
matter of training. She can only cum if she admits she's nothing but a
prostitute, a whore. And, the best thing is, she can't cum until she's been
paid for it. Nice isn't it. That's what I call real training, real
humiliation.'
'Y-yes Mistress, I suppose you're right. But, but what about her husband, does
he have to pay as well?'
'Oh no, he'll get his reward soon, you'll see. You see, he keeps his wife's
earnings, just like a pimp you see. And just like one he has his own little
privileges.'
Karen looked across at the naked trio. All through his wife's ordeal, all the
while she was being fucked, Allan had stood there, watching intently as the
glistening cock had pounded into her, had stretched her. He had never lifted
his gaze to look at his wife's pleading eyes, or to look at anyone else. His
whole attention had been totally focused on her smoothly shaven and wetly
shining labia, looking at the way the lips had been stretched, had been
distended around and enveloping Karl's swollen member. He was still standing
there as Karl finally withdrew his cum soaked cock from between the reddened
labia.
As he did so, Karen saw Allan bend over and stare at the still swollen flesh,
the lips slightly apart revealing that the well used cunt had not fully closed.
It looked, from a distance, like a small dark tunnel, a tunnel highlighted as
the first strands, the first drips, of semen slowly seeped out and ran down
across her smooth perineum and oozed softly across her tightly clenched anus.
Karen felt her hand squeezed. 'Look!'
She looked again as Allan pushed his face nearer to the semen streaked labia,
the red swollen lips, as he focused eagerly on the white cream.
He stood up and looked across at Lucy and Dave.
'Miss? Sir?'
'Now what?' Dave looked as indifferent as his wife.
'Please, may I fuck my wife? Can I fuck her now? Please Sir.' He looked
directly at Lucy. 'Please Miss. Can I fuck my wife now?'
'Very well, if you must, I suppose you'll have to get on with it.'
As he had pleaded with his owners, it was obvious to everyone watching that his
cock had finally started to thicken, to erect.
Karen stared as she saw it throb and pulse as it gained a full erection.
'You see my dear, just like I said. He just can't get it up until she's been
fucked, and only then if it's been fucked and filled with cum. Now he'll get
his reward, pushing his cock into his wife's cunt, his wife's well fucked and
cum filled cunt.'
As she spoke Allan got on his knees and guided his cock between the cum soaked
labia, deep into the tunnel. Deep into his wife's cunt, filled with her own
secretions and, above all, filled with the thick creamy cum that Karl had
deposited deep inside her.
'You see, my dear, he really does like, what is the men call it, oh yes, sloppy
seconds.' Greta grimaced. 'Horrible phrase I think, but he likes it, and of
course, if he gets the chance, he likes sloppy thirds or fourths even more.
Men!' Greta shook her head and smiled at Karen.
This time Joy was fucked with steady efficiency, with long smooth stokes as she,
for the first time, began to fondle her breasts and tweak her nipples.
Allan increased his pace as, once again, Joy's cries of ecstasy filled the room.
This time there was no begging, no pleading, as her orgasm approached.
Allan increased his own thrusting, using his cock to rub the super-sensitive
flesh deep inside the slick cunt. In the silence of the room everyone could
hear the soft squelching as his cock pounded the engorged flesh. As Joy kneaded
her breasts. As Joy pulled and pinched her nipples.
'Ohhhhhhhh, yessssssssssssssssss!' Finally Joy came, without needing
permission. At the same time Allan grunted and with short urgent thrusts
deposited his own cum deep inside her.
Slowly the tension drained from the room as he withdrew and stood, helping his
wife to her feet, before they presented themselves in front of Lucy and Dave.
'Than you Sir, thank you Miss.'
'You have pleased me.' Lucy smiled at Joy. 'Go and stand over there in the
corner, we may want to use you both later.'
Greta stood and cleared her throat.
'Yes, well, I think we all enjoyed that. I think, on behalf of everyone, I
should thank Lucy and Dave for their excellent training. Excellent!' She
smiled around the room and glanced at the sweating couple standing, wide legged,
in the corner.
'Don't make a mess on my floor! Kneel in front of your wife and swallow all of
those juices.'
'Yes Miss, thank you Miss.' Allan got on his knees and fastened his mouth
around his wife's dripping labia.
'Well, I think a short break for a drink before the next entertainment. Lisa,
drinks please.'
Lisa moved into the room and attended to the guests.
Greta sat down and beckoned to Ken.
'Yes Mistress.'
'Take slave Andy with you and prepare him. You know what to do.'
'Yes Mistress, it will be my pleasure.' Ken grasped Andy by the shoulder and
guided him from the room as Karen looked on apprehensively. Surely her turn
would soon come.
'Marie, my dear, I think the next entertainment is down to you. Once you've
finished your drink perhaps you would like to prepare?'
'Of course, Greta, of course. I think you'll enjoy this!'
End of Part 27
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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