The Adventures of Karen - Part 42 - Karl is Warned
Greta woke slowly, aware, behind her closed eyes of sunlight flooding the room.
Aware of morning. Aware of movement besides her in bed. Rhythmic movement.
Heavy breathing.
Karl was masturbating!
Greta lay still, feigning sleep as she listened to Karl's heavy breathing, felt
his slow steady movement as his hand, his fist, worked the length of his shaft.
Despite herself, she felt the familiar wetness seeping between her thighs, her
naked thighs.
Despite her irritation at Karl's behavior, she knew that it was not unusual,
nor did she normally object. After all, she had to admit, she masturbated
regularly, stimulated herself in various ways, before sleep and again on
waking, but this time, in some indefinable way, she was irritated.
Moving slightly, as if still in a restless sleep she adjusted her position so
that she could discreetly squeeze her thighs and so tease her clitoris. Her
change of position had the added benefit that she could just touch, just gently
flick, her left nipple as she lay facing Karl. Karl, who had continued
masturbating without missing a beat, without missing one rhythmic stroke.
As she gently teased her nipple with her nail, Greta reflected on the events of
the previous evening. Events that, she was certain, had been enjoyable and
arousing, not only for herself but for her friends as well. Their
contributions to the long party had been well received, and each had performed
as expected, perhaps, in some cases, better than expected. Even so, her
thoughts turned to Karen. Karen who had been in the center of attraction for
much of the past couple of days. Karen who had been bound and humiliated and,
she had no doubt, aroused as well.
She carefully adjusted her position again as she sensed Karl's continued steady
strokes.
Karen! Perhaps the most desirable slave she had ever taken under her wing.
Total willingness to enjoy the sweetest sapphic pleasures as well as the more
brutal, coarser, pleasures of the rampant male. And, more importantly, she
enjoyed the pleasures of bondage, of strict restraint. Truly, she was
exceptional. Even, she thought, Agnes, who always set her own high standards,
had to admit that she was special. Greta knew how much Agnes liked, indeed
loved, to torment another female to her very limits, and she knew that the
previous evening she had held Karen on the very knife edge of an orgasmic
explosion for perhaps the longest time she had ever seen, had ever thought
possible.
The steady stokes beside her seemed to be increasing in intensity, in vigor.
Determined to allow Karl his personal pleasure for a while yet, Greta moved,
still feigning her sleepiness and threw her arm across Karl's bare chest. She
smiled secretly as she felt his furtive stoking cease for a few long moments
before once again resuming at a slower, steadier and more discreet rate.
Satisfied that she had held his urges in check for a while longer, Greta
continued to reflect on Karen, as she slowly teased her own rigid nipple,
squeezed her bulging clitoris between her naked wet thighs. Yes, she thought,
Karen did very well again, especially[ when she was hobbled and ring-gagged.
The fact that Karl had been the only male to take proper advantage of her
perfectly shaped gaping mouth had been something of a disappointment, but, even
so, it was always good to see a true demonstration of female submission. Good
to see a willing female offer her alternate orifices to the male member. Good
to see the female swallow, willingly gulp, the creamy juices from a rigid
spurting cock.
The slow stroking, the heavy breathing, continued besides her, the bed moving
gently in time with the movement.
Yes, it was good to see Karen be suitably humiliated, to see her used in a
proper way but, nevertheless, there was an irritation, a feeling if
dissatisfaction. Greta frowned as she tried to recall the exact circumstances
as Karl had ejaculated into the willing mouth. Yes! Exactly! Karen had
annoyed him by not making him cum exactly on cue as slave Andy had competed his
own humiliation by masturbating, by ejaculating, by staring at his own swollen
cock, all in front of a critical audience.
Karl continued his stroking, breathing more heavily as, Greta could sense, he
reached towards his climax. Time for another restless move, this time rolling
on to her naked front, crushing her ample breasts into the silken sheets as her
arm pressed more insistently across Karl.
Yes, that was it. That was what had annoyed Greta. She remembered, more
clearly as she focused her mind. It was Karl's reaction as Karen had failed to
bring him to a climax at the right time. There was every reason to punish a
slave, any slave, who did not serve in a proper and efficient manner. Slaves
needed, even expected, punishment. But, in this case, it was hard for Greta to
accept that, using only her mouth and tongue, admittedly a very agile tongue,
that she could judge precisely, to the second, her progress in arousing her
husband. After all, who could tell how much self stimulation he had enjoyed
before he had thrust his hardened member into Karen's gaping mouth, her soft
warm throat. Yes, he should have shown his displeasure, even, Greta thought,
inflicted some immediate punishment, but somehow this time it did not seem
proper, did not seem to be properly administered. She continued thinking as
the slow strokes continued besides her. Then it dawned on her. Karl had
committed what was, in her eyes, the ultimate crime, he had lost his temper.
He had hit a slave in anger. He had punished a slave when he had not got his
emotions under proper control.
Greta slowly simulated an awakening causing Karl to stop his furtive stroking.
Yes indeed, that was it. It was always possible, indeed it was the proper
thing to do, on such occasions, to simulate anger, to simulate temper even,
but, and Greta had no doubt, it was unforgivable to actually lose one's temper
with a slave, any slave, and especially with a slave who was clearly so very
talented, so very willing to serve and to learn. Punishment administered in
anger could only lead to one thing. Damage, physical or mental, or perhaps
both, to the slave in question. Serious damage even. An event that Greta had
always striven to avoid. She enjoyed, even needed, the chance to play with, to
use slaves, male and female, for her own, for mutual pleasure, but there was no
future in risking real lasting hurt on any of them. After all, they had
entered her service voluntarily, at first, and she felt morally responsible for
their well-being.
Time to deal with Karl. Time to assert herself.
Greta stretched and rolled over and, seemingly casually, reached over and
found, as if by chance the rigid member straining up across Karl's flat naked
stomach.
'Ohmigod! What's this my dear?' Greta pretended to talk sleepily as if
freshly awake. 'Can I have some of that?' As she spoke she insinuated her
naked body against Karl and opened her legs. She took his hand away from his
erection and placed it between her legs. Placed it on a warm wet mound, wet
swollen lips.
'You see, my dear, I need to be fucked! Are you going to oblige me?' Greta
spoke in a soft voice, using her usual wiles to arouse her husband even more.
'Dam right I am!' Karl struggled to climb on top of her. 'I'll fuck your ass
off right now, make you beg me to stop!'
Greta smiled. 'I doubt that my dear, but you can try. Here, let me help you.'
She reached down and, grasping the straining cock, guided it to the moist
entrance to her velvety tunnel. 'Go on, ram it in, deep and hard!'
Karl needed no further encouragement, and with a vigorous thrust, stretched the
well lubricated cunt as he sank as deep as he could.
'Ohhhhhh!' Greta gasped. 'Wonderful! Wonderful! Just keep your cock right
there, hard against the top of my cunt and let me feel the heat, the hardness.'
As she spoke she held her arms tightly around Karl's naked back and crossed
her legs behind his, trapping him in her depths.
'Yesssssss!' Karl hissed as he felt the sensation, the tightening of the warm
flesh round his engorged phallus. 'God! You'll make me cum just by holding me
if you're not careful.'
Greta wriggled slightly, increasing the pressure of the root of the hard pole
against her own hardened clitoris. Wriggled slightly and rubbed herself
against the erection.
'Yes, yes, yes!' Karl gasped. 'Don't stop!'
Greta continued to wriggle herself, her clitoris, against the straining cock,
as she brought herself nearer and nearer to orgasm. She was determined to get
some pleasurable relief before she relaxed her grip, before Karl could have the
chance to cum, to flood her depths with his cream. Wriggle. Tense muscles.
Push against the weight on top of her.
Inevitably her orgasm built, but, with benefit of experience, Greta, for once,
managed to suppress her usual vocal responses and merely allowed herself the
slightest shudder as the waves of pleasure flooded through her body.
'Did you just cum?' Karl was unsure.
'Nearly my dear, nearly.' Greta smiled, determined this time to keep her
pleasure to herself. 'I think it would help if I got on top of you!'
Eagerly, Karl struggled free and withdrew his now glistening rod, holding it
delicately at the root as he moved to lie on his back. Holding it upright,
vertical, in readiness for Greta to impale herself. 'Quick, quick, fuck me
fuck me now!'
'Soon my dear, soon.' Greta smiled at her waiting husband as she straddled him
and opened her dripping, heavily lubricated labia, as she slowly, with infinite
patience, lowered herself down the solid erection.
'God, no too slowly, not too slowly, for pity's sake!' Karl gasped at the
tantalising descent, as the hot warm flesh slowly engulfed his cock. He
attempted to thrust upwards, towards the descending cervix, but Greta held him
down with a pressure against his chest.
'Silly boy! Now I'll have to start all over again!' She slowly pulled away
from the cock until the merest tip of the engorged glans was held between her
slick labia. 'Now, be patient!'
Again she slowly, almost imperceptibly, lowered herself. Closing her eyes she
enjoyed the sensation, the torment to her own emotions. This time, she knew,
she would manage to cum again. This time, she knew, she would permit herself
to vocalise, to shout, to scream. She knew she could hold her husband back,
hold his own orgasm back with the promise of allowing him to fuck her as hard
as he could, to thrust deep, hard and repeatedly, into the depths of her, now,
incredibly wet cunt.
Karl controlled his urge to thrust as the warmth of the wet cunt flesh slowly
descended, slowly enveloped his straining cock.
'Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssssssssss! Cummmmmmmmmmmminnggggggggggg!'
Greta screamed loudly, hoarsely as the waves of pleasure flowed through her,
her pulse thundering in her ears. 'God, what an incredible cum!'
'You liked that, did you, and all by yourself.' Karl smiled happily up at the
sweating, shaking naked body, the heavy pendulous tits swaying, slapping
against each other, their nipples almost erupting with their hardness. 'Now
let me fuck you properly. Then you will, and I do mean will, scream for
mercy!'
Greta kept her weight hard down on Karl's body, feeling the pulsating flesh
deep inside her, as Karl struggled to start thrusting. Kept the pressure on as
she enjoyed, savored the fading waves of pleasure, as her orgasm subsided.
'C'mon, I need to fuck too you know, I've gotta fuck you now.' Karl spoke
harshly, desperate for his own pleasure. 'Let me work on your fucking cunt,
you fucking bitch!'
Greta sat up and smiled to herself. 'Soon my dear, soon, let me balance myself
properly.' She sat upright on the impaling weapon and settled herself
carefully, taking her full weight on her knees. Steadying herself with one hand
on the bed, and the other behind, hanging limply across the sweating crease
between her rounded cheeks.
'About time too!' Karl started to thrust upwards. 'Let me wear that fucking
cunt out for you. Fucking bitch!'
'My dear, no need to be so coarse you know, just get on with it and fuck me
properly!' Greta spoke coolly and evenly, despite her resentment at Karl's
coarse approach. She recognised the signs. He was losing his temper, he was
letting his desperation for orgasm overcome his common sense. How very
masculine, she thought, how so like a man, letting his balls rule his brain.
'Sorry!' Karl panted and began to thrust brutally.
'Let me help you, let me help you to cum!' As she spoke Greta moved her free
hand downwards and felt for the slippery balls, liberally coated in her free
flowing lubricant. Her sweet juices!.
'You want me to squeeze them and milk you?' Greta struggled to keep her voice
even.
'Yes, yes, but not too hard, you know how delicate they are!' Karl panted as
he felt the fingers slide and slip over the sensitive shaven sac, felt the
gentle insistent pressure.
'Like this?' Greta whispered as she grabbed the slippery sac in her hand and
squeezed as hard as she could. Feeling the testicles attempt to go their
separate ways in the paper thin sac. 'Like this?' Another deliberate increase
in pressure.
'God, noooooooooo!' Karl screamed out, the intense pain coursing through him as
the delicate organs were crushed in Greta's vice like grip. 'For pity's sake
let me go, you're hurting me!'
'Not unless you lie still and listen to me! Now!' Greta gave a final tug, and
a vicious twist.
'Ahhhhhhh! Yes, yes, yes! Just let go!' Karl gasped as his eyes filled with
tears at the unaccustomed pain. Inevitably, the insistent pressure on his sac
and the delicate contents had had a deflating effect on his erection.
Greta smiled to herself as she felt the stiff column of flesh shrink inside
her, slipping down her wet channel. Strange, she thought, how a man liked his
balls teased and pulled. Up to a point! The dividing line between pain and
pleasure was very finely drawn. At the most basic level, men were, and always
would be, vulnerable at such intimate times.
'You remember last night? When you pushed your cock deep into Karen's throat?'
'Yes, yes, of course I do!' Karl gasped. 'What of it? You've never objected
before.'
'Oh, I'm not objecting my dear, indeed, to be honest I rather liked the sight
of your thick cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth. Quite delightful
the way she gasped for air as you pushed into her throat.'
'Then ... then what?' Karl was puzzled.
'Simple, my dear. You forgot our one strict rule when dealing with slaves.
You lost your temper with her.'
'No, I did not. Ouch, no not any more....' Karl's protest was cut short as
Greta once again applied firm pressure to his testicles. 'Well ... yes,
perhaps I did get annoyed. So would you!'
Greta, pleased with his admission so far, relaxed her grip. 'Yes, my dear, I
would be annoyed, I'm sure if a slave did not please me. I know you wanted to
cum at the same time as the wretched Andy, at the same time as he spurted.
But, just because she failed, you have no excuse to hit her in temper. The
brutal way you struck her tits was unacceptable.'
'B-but...ouch!'
'I haven't finished yet. You will never, I repeat, you will never, lose your
temper with a slave again, or you will suffer the consequences.' Greta sat up
and settled her weight, her engorged, wet labia, firmly on the limp cock
beneath her, grinding her pubis against her husband to emphasise her point.
'Do you understand?'
'Yes, yes, stop hurting me.' Karl whimpered as his soft penis was pressed
inexorably into his groin. 'But, you can't do anything about it. I shall do
as I please with our slaves. Our slaves!' He emphasised the point.
'No, my dear, no. Not our slaves, they are my slaves, mine!' Greta eased
herself up and stretched her arms over her head lifting her pendulous breasts,
knowing that Karl was always fascinated by them, by the hard dark nipples.
'Let me remind you of a few little home truths here!'
With that Greta eased herself off Karl's sweating body and sat on a chair
besides the bed, blissfully uncaring as she sensed her liberal fluids, her hot
sticky juices, dripping, being absorbed by the expensive fabric. Just another
job for one to the slaves to clean later. Preferably with their tongue, she
mused.
'Again, let me remind you. I provide the money for the upkeep of this house.
My money. Mine, not yours. My house, not yours.' Greta folded her arms under
her breasts, gently lifting them in the process. ' And let's not forget, it is
my business too! My business! My money, my skills, my expertise. You need me
much more than I need you!'
'But, how could you say that, you know how much the business and this house
mean to me..'
'Quiet! Just listen.' Greta was determined to have her say. 'As far as
everyone else is concerned, you will be the owner of the business, you will be
the executive. The business and the house will be yours, in public! But, you
and I know the real truth. I keep you and, if want me to spell it out, I own
you! Understand?'
Karl was aghast at he change in Greta's previous attitude. She had always been
compliant and, despite the fact that he knew he owed everything to her, he had
tended to take her for granted. 'Yes, yes my dear, I do. Very clearly.'
'Good! So, let this be a lesson and a reminder. I know how you feel about me
and I know your attitude is less than considerate at times, but don't make the
mistake of under-estimating me. Ever!' Greta stood up and walked around the
room, the movement making her heavy naked breasts sway gently. 'Never, never
break the rules again and we can continue quite happily. '
'Yes, thank you my dear, I understand! I promise!'
'Good. You know that I have no problem with you when you use and fuck other
women, whether it's on your own , with me or in public, and I enjoy that, you
know. And,' she looked meaningfully at Karl, ' I enjoy the same pleasures, the
same privileges..'
'Yes of course, we have always had a great relationship in those matters, and I
do truly appreciate that you know.'
'That's settled then?'
'Yes!'
'In that case, perhaps you'd like me to get back on top of you and carry on
from where we left off ... if you can manage it!'
'Oh yes, oh yes, just try me!' Karl, desperate to please, began to stroke his
cock into another erection, the earlier sickening feeling as his testicle s
were crushed in Greta's hands forgotten as the familiar lust for the voluptuous
body grew and inflamed his mind. 'Come here my dear, come here.'
Greta smile thinly and moved over to the bed and straddled him lowering her
still wet and engorged labia over the stiffening phallus. 'Why not just fuck
me now, and you can pretend, you can imagine that you are fucking Karen, even
perhaps punishing her for disappointing you.'
'Perhaps I will do just that!' Karl smiled at his wife, pleased that she had
forgiven him his error. Even so, he thought, While I fuck you, I shall think
of the ways in which I could revenge myself against you, dear wife. 'Let me
fuck you and think of her...just like old times Eh?'
'Indeed!' Greta nodded, ' Just get on with it and fuck me, hard. I need to cum
a few more times before I shall be happy!'
Karl eagerly began to thrust upwards into the wet warm flesh. His thoughts,
his fantasies, were filled with visions of having his wife, of having Greta,
tied and naked, spread wide. Helpless and naked, while he tormented her heavy
breasts, her heavy fucking tits, with straps and ropes before he began to whip
her open cunt. The very thought inflamed him to further efforts.
As the pounding cock worked into her depths, her wet velvety depths, Greta was
herself indulging her own secret thoughts. She began to imagine that the cock
fucking her was no longer her husband, nor even Ken, her favorite male. No,
definitely not Ken, big and exceptionally well developed though his cock was,
skilful though his technique had became under her tutelage. No! She was
fantasising about the new slave that Agnes had brought to the party, the
incredibly well hung black slave. Peter! Yes! She lost herself in a series
of orgasms, induced by her husband but fuelled by the image of being fucked by
a very thick, very long, black cock.
Karl finished his thrusts into his wife, into her willing cunt, with a series
of extra deep, extra vigorous thrusts as he spurted his thick cream deep into
the wetness, fuelling his last spurting with the sweet image of his wife,
naked, helpless, pleading, begging, screaming for mercy as he whipped her
nipples and clit.
Slowly, wearily, the sweating naked couple drew apart and lay side by side on
the bed.
Karl, his fantasies satisfied in his mind, but, he knew, never to be realised
in real life.
Greta relaxed, her series of orgasms fuelled by her own fantasies about a long
gleaming black cock. Fantasies that she was determined to realise in the
flesh, the wet and hard flesh, in the near future. Once again she was
confident of her mastery of her husband, confident that he was completely under
her control. A situation that the couple successfully concealed from the
outside world, from their closest friends, but a situation that, between them,
was acknowledged.
Greta got up reluctantly and walked towards the shower, her mind whirling.
Images of the cock she desired, was determined to have, mingled with the
proposals she had soon to discuss with Agnes.
End of Part 42
(c) 2002 Cathy P
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