This is a 'follow-on' to 'Karen's Medical Madness,' which was also first published under the name of NewForester' some years ago, but can now be found under my current author name of Rockycoveboy. I hope you enjoy.
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The house looked imposing as Karen looked up at it from her car parked outside at the kerb. It was 10o'clock on a rainy night and the street lights played a silent tune on the puddles in the road and on the pavement as other traffic went by, and Karen wondered if this was a good idea.
Two days ago she had become 25 years old and had spent the afternoon at the solicitors discussing her final inheritance, receiving a cheque for £250 thousand from the handsome man on the other side of the desk. He was in his forties and obviously quite keen to make an impression on the now rich, attractive young woman-future business might depend on it and, anyway, she certainly was attractive, dressed to thrill and bubbling with excitement.
The solicitor, Mr Stamp, had casually mentioned to Karen that she would be most welcome at a small party that was occurring on Saturday evening at a house in town, and he had given her the address-it wasn't to celebrate anything, just a few business friends that he knew, but she would be able to enjoy a glass of champagne or two as part of her new found wealth-not that he would dare to discuss Karen's financial situation at a party-that would be professional misconduct. Karen thanked him for the invitation, said she would think about it and then made her way to the bank to deposit her cheque.
She had decided to discuss her finances with the bank, to see how best she could get her money to work for her, and had made an appointment to see an advisor in a couple of weeks time, but she had driven straight back home to the flat to wallow in the wonderful situation that she now found herself in.
It was January, she was 25 with her own flat, a decent part-time job, a flash sports car, loads of money in the bank and a superb, attractive face and body-life was very rosy.
She had decided to go to the party and had looked forward to it, but now as she sat in the street on this horrible, wet, dark night, she was having second thoughts. She didn't know anybody apart from a short business meeting with Mr Stamp, the big house looked cold and imposing and it would be far easier to drive home again and enjoy the TV with a nice bottle of wine.
She could hear music thumping out of the front windows of the house but could see no lights, but she told herself that she had gone to so much trouble to come this far that at least she should go in, even if it's only for a short while.
Karen had treated herself to a startling light brown suede dress that fitted tightly all round her shapely body, fairly short but long enough to hide the tops of her tan stockings, and rounded the outfit off with brown high heels which accentuated her long, shapely legs-her underwear was, as ever, immaculate.
Finally, Karen plucked up the courage, alighted from the car and slung her long white mac round her shoulders. The house was right up above the level of the road and as she pushed the gate back shut, she was faced with at least two flights of concrete steps up to the front door. She felt the night air round the top of her thighs as she made her way up the steps and could hear the music getting louder, but still no lights emanated from the building. At last she reached the front door and turned to look back across the whole of the lit-up town. A wonderful view, thought Karen, as she turned back and wrapped at the huge front knocker, only just hearing it herself above the music.
She was about to wrap at the knocker again when suddenly the brass handle twisted and slowly the door eased back-still no light on in the hall but as she looked in, Karen could see cigarette smoke drift upwards as shafts of light flickered across the hallway from various rooms.
'Ah, you must be Karen,' said a female voice, 'come in, we've heard so much about you, we didn't think you were coming.' What have they heard, thought Karen!!
The voice was almost shouting to be heard above the music, but Karen was more intent at looking at the woman's attire than listening to what she said. The ginger-haired woman, in her thirties, was dressed in a black bikini top with tassels hanging down to her firm, trim waist, and her only other garment was a pair of flimsy black panties, almost see-through and very, very tight. She was bare-legged and wore very high-heeled black sandals.
'Ginger' carried a glass in her hand and almost pulled Karen through the door as she spoke, dragging the mac from Karen's shoulders as she ushered her along the hallway. As she passed one door, Karen could see heaving bodies dancing to the loud music in the flickering lights, and more people in another room were just standing and talking and drinking. She saw a flash of silver hair on a tall man in yet another room as she was ushered by and then she heard Ginger say, 'Come and get a drink,' and on they went down the long hallway to the back room which was obviously where the 'bar' had been set up, and was probably the kitchen.
Karen spotted Mr Stamp, the solicitor, and as he came over to say hello she, again, was rather taken aback by his attire. Gone was the business suit from the day job, and in its place were leather trousers and a flowery open necked shirt-a relic of yester-year thought Karen, but he still looked handsome and attractive. 'Ginger' disappeared with Karen's coat as Mr Stamp reached her through the smog.
'Hello Karen, glad you could make it-we'd almost given up on you. Have you got a drink?,' and just then Ginger reappeared with a glassful of reddish liquid and thrust it into Karen's hand.
'Here you are, it's home-made punch, you'll love it.'
Karen took a sip and found it rather pleasing, with a firm kick in it's tale, and then found Ginger grabbing her arm, telling the solicitor, 'I'll take Karen through to meet a few of the others. Come on Karen,' and the two women moved back into the hallway and then on into one of the dark rooms where the music was thumping and the lights flashed round and round the dancers in the centre of the room.
'Let's have a dance, Karen,' and Ginger held the blonde woman's arm and pushed her gently into the midst of dancing bodies and began to gyrate to the beat. Karen had put her glass down and took up the rhythm opposite Ginger, other bodies close up in the sweaty, pulsating room. She watched Ginger's body move easily to the music, the taut waist beneath the tassels, and the skimpy pants thrusting to each loud beat. Karen herself quickly got into the dancing mood, swaying easily only a few inches away from Ginger's body as the throng of people all moved tightly against one another on the floor.
A young woman, only a few feet away through the movers on the floor, was draped round a middle-aged man, her crotch gyrating slowly against him and her open mouth clamped securely to his, while his hands moved slowly but surely across the thin dress stretched tightly across the cheeks of her bottom.
As the music continued, an arm suddenly came round Karen's waist from the rear-'Hello Karen, it's lovely to see you here, Arthur said you might be coming'.
It was Doctor Williams from the surgery where she worked-and the perpetrator of such a wonderful sexual experience for Karen the previous summer. The last person Karen expected to see here was Clare Williams but at least it was a familiar face.
'Hello Doctor Williams'
'Clare, please call me Clare, Karen. You look beautiful tonight, what a stunning dress'.
'Thankyou. Who's Arthur?' enquired Karen.
'Arthur Stamp, the solicitor, he's a friend of ours.'
The penny now dropped with Karen. The silver hair she'd noticed previously was almost certainly Rodney Smith, another Doctor at the surgery, and they all must be part of a group of friends, thought Karen. Clare Williams' arm was still round Karen's waist and was holding her firmly as Ginger carried on gyrating to the music, almost touching Karen as she did so.
Karen could smell the musky perfume and see the beads of sweat on Ginger's lip as the woman moved sensuously close up in front of her. Another arm went round Karen from the other side only this time it was bigger, firmer, stronger-and black.
'Who's this beautiful young lady then, Clare-you must introduce us,' and as Karen turned she looked up into a beautiful black smile, gleaming white teeth and a massive frame.
'This is Joey, he's a Doctor at the hospital. Joey this is Karen.' Karen could see he only had on a tight white singlet and cream slacks and looked magnificent, his ebony skin glowing in the smoky lights, and his fingers twitching at her body round her waist through the suede dress. Clare Williams moved to face Ginger and began to move to the music, and Karen was able to see her short, tight skirt move over her shapely legs, and the strap of her bra through the almost see-through white top. As Joey continued to look admiringly at Karen, she found her drink and took another gulp as the heat of the room was now getting to her.
'Come on Karen, we must dance together,' and Joey pulled her back onto the floor, almost next to the man dancing with the young woman. The woman now lolled her head on the man's shoulder, her arms round his neck, as his hands had by now drawn the dress up over the woman's stocking tops, exposing the white skin at the top of her thighs, and he was gently caressing her cheeks through the very thin, tight panties.
Joey's frame immediately engulfed Karen as he put his arms around her neck and waist and pulled her into him.
He started to move Karen slowly as the music thumped its beat, and Karen found herself squeezed right in to the hulking body of her dancing partner. She didn't mind though, as she was getting into the mood of the party, enjoying the home-made punch, and she was quite content to allow herself just to lean into Joey as the pair moved slowly against one another without actually taking any dance steps. Karen felt the muscles of his arms round her and rested her blonde hair on his massive chest, and as the music went on, he too moved an arm down from her waist to lay it comfortably on her swaying bottom.
This is nice, thought Karen, and as the music went on, Joey's hand on her bottom gently pulled her into the groin of his body. Immediately, Karen felt the firm manhood that was fully erect and being held against her waist, and she almost sighed with the pleasure of feeling a rampant cock close to her once more. Nothing was said, but Joey held Karen's bottom firmly into his groin and made a point of pushing in, releasing, pushing in, releasing, and Karen joined in the excitement of this erotic rhythm on the dance floor.
She noticed the young woman and her partner kissing once more, her dress rucked up round her waist, and his hand had now gone inside her little panties and was caressing the naked skin of her ass. Even more surprising to Karen as she looked around was the sight of Ginger and Clare Williams embracing as they danced.
As the Doctor's hands held Ginger around the waist, Ginger was undoing the buttons on Clare's blouse until she was able to embrace the Doctor round her back and waist, on her naked skin. Just as Karen was looking forward to their next move, a strong hand held her head up and Joey's mouth descended onto her lips from above, kissing her strongly and searching out her mouth with his tongue. Karen immediately gave in and opened her lips wide, giving herself to this passionate embrace while still feeling the strength of Joey's manhood pushing at her intimate region just below her waist.
Karen realised that this was not just a party for polite drinking, eating and dancing, making idle chit-chat with social acquaintances, but more like an intimate gathering of people who knew that inhibitions could be lowered and caution thrown to the wind for a few hours and, perhaps, anything went. She was quite high herself, however, having become very rich only a few days previously, the closeness of the gorgeous Joey, the drink taking its effect and the actions and demeanour of the people around her.
She was enjoying the firm tongue moving around in her mouth, the hand on her bottom and certainly the feel of the hard penis being ground into her body through her clothes. As Karen reluctantly broke away from the passionate kiss, Joey's hand on her bottom was suddenly joined by at least two other, softer hands, and then Karen felt herself being surrounded on the floor by Clare Williams and Ginger who had made a triangle, with Joey, around her.
They all continued to move gently to the music, but Ginger and Clare each had a hand on Joey's waist and their other hand was placed on Karen's lovely ass through her dress.
Joey took Karen's hands and placed them on his shoulders, holding them firmly there, and then he lowered his lips once more to seek out Karen's mouth for another passionate embrace. All four of them were huddled close together on the floor, moving to the music, and Karen enjoyed the experience of having her bottom fondled by two other women as she kissed the black Adonis holding her tightly, restraining her hands. Not that she needed restraining.
Clare and Ginger moved in closer to Karen as they all danced, their arms going firmly round her waist and their bodies pressed up tightly to her. Ginger's hand moved slowly back to the firm bottom, and gradually the hand moved up the back of Karen's dress, across the delicious curves of the ass, up the spine and onto the neck. She caressed the strong neck as Karen continued the snog with Joey, and then Ginger firmly but gently pulled Karen's head round to face her own, at the same time pulling Karen's body round so that the two women's lips were only inches apart.
The hungry lips met, startling Karen, but this was no time to stand on ceremony or protest, and Karen met the female lips full on and gave in immediately to the wonderful, wonderful sensation of french-kissing another woman. Ginger's arms went round her neck, aiming not to let go, and the couple were still surrounded by Joey and Clare Williams.
Ginger's tongue seemed to get into every nook and cranny of Karen's mouth as she searched relentlessly, ensuring that Karen's mouth remained active and open during the sensual onslaught. It seemed an eternity to Karen when she heard Clare's voice say,
'Now me, Ginger, now me!,'
and the Doctor's arms pulled her away from the Ginger woman and straight away she moved her lips over the young blonde woman's mouth to continue the oral intrusion that her friend had started. She also placed Karen's arms around her waist, inside her open blouse, and pushed her body tightly to Karen's curves.
As she began to enjoy Clare William's mouth on her, Karen felt Ginger's hand on her bottom, rubbing hard at the dress material, and then the hand moved below the hem and back up onto her bare legs above the stocking tops, caressing softly the insides of the thighs, inching upwards until she was able to drag a finger along the underside of Karen's panties, feeling the wetness that had been generated.
Ginger moved round behind Karen, so that Karen was wedged between the two women, and Ginger moved up tight to Karen's back, at the same time moving her hand round under Karen's dress until it reached the front of the pants and she could feel the tufts of pubic hair through the material. For the first time, Karen let out a quiet sigh, into the enveloping mouth on her, and slightly opened her legs to the searching fingers on her panties.
None of the others on the dance floor seemed to be taking any notice of these occurrences, particularly as there seemed to be far worse going on around them in the dark, smoky, heaving room. The young woman and her middle-aged man had disappeared, but others were heavily caressing and petting one another and, after all, Karen was enjoying the feelings and saw no reason to stop the proceedings.
Joey seemed to have left the group as Clare and Ginger carried on their explorations of the succulent Karen, Clare now coming up for breath and pulling Karen's head into her shoulder as they smooched to the music.
Ginger's hand had moved inside the minute panties and was now playing with Karen's cunt, concentrating on teasing the clit that was moving to attention at the head of the wet lips. Karen was wet, she really was wet, and there could be no doubt now that she was enjoying immensely the sensations that were happening.
Free of Clare's mouth, her sighs and groans were now audible to the other two, and then she felt two fingers move into her wet lips and push gently into her body.
'God, ahhh, yeeeeees,' and she briefly went up onto tip-toe as the fingers moved inside her, but then they were just as quickly withdrawn.
'Come with us Karen,' and Clare didn't wait for an answer as she took Karen's hand firmly and pulled her towards the door to the hall. Ginger held her other hand, and as they made their way up the stairs, almost in the dark, they passed the young woman kneeling with her head bobbing up and down into the groin of her dancing partner.
He, in turn, was sitting on the next step up, stroking the woman's hair, ensuring that her head remained in place between his legs, carrying out its wonderful duty to fulfilment. The two took no notice of the three women that passed them by and Clare quickly went on into an open door which was obviously one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind them but not switching on any of the lights.
Immediately, Ginger returned to Karen's mouth with her own, searching out the tongue again, and her hands went back under the short dress, pulling the hem up and up to the waist, and grabbing the cheeks of Karen's ass with both hands. Clare, behind Karen, moved to the zip at the top of the dress. The zip came down in one go and hands moved the dress off the shoulders so that it dropped to the floor, leaving Karen in her stockings, shoes and underwear.
Clare Williams' blouse and bra had also ended up on the floor and she nuzzled into Karen's back, pushing her breasts hard into the young shoulders, as Ginger and Karen slobbered at each other's mouths.
'Oh Karen, I've never got over your beautiful body since the day at the surgery,' murmured Clare as she licked and nibbled at the body in front of her.
'I want you again, to explore you and bring you more pleasure---oh, you gorgeous creature!!' and as she mumbled the words, she was snapping open the pretty bra holding Karen's firm breasts in place. Karen, becoming fully embroiled in the erotic atmosphere, had pushed her hand inside Ginger's tight pants as they continued their french-kissing, and she began to push her fingers up into the open lips of the willing cunt.
'Christ Clare, she's rampant and wants it, don't you Karen? Thank God you arrived. We couldn't wait for you to get here-you are a little minx aren't you? Take her over to the bed Clare,' and the two older women led their 'captive' over to a large double bed against the wall on the far side of the room.
The duvet was puffy, warm and inviting and Karen was gently pushed onto her back as the two women sat either side of her on the edge of the bed. They ran their hands up the stockinged thighs, caressing the nylon and skin, and they gently eased the legs apart so that they were able to move onto the sodden panties that had been pulled up tightly into Karen's pubic area.
Karen felt exhilarated once more. She remembered the way that Clare Williams had taken control at the surgery, even directing the actions of Rodney Smith, and now she was willing to be subservient once more, be controlled, obey any instructions and give in to all the erotic sensations that might come her way. Christmas had been quiet, with no family to share it with, and she had not been to a party apart from a few drinks with friends at the gym just before Christmas. She had missed the bodily needs of a young woman, and had had to make do with pleasuring herself when the need arose, so now she was willing to enjoy whatever intrusions might be sought from her. She knew Clare Williams was discreet, although Ginger seemed to be aware of previous dalliances, but she was happy to cast caution to the wind and enjoy the evening for what it had to offer.
Karen bent her legs up slightly as the hands concentrated their movements on her panties and pubic hairs, and she quite willingly opened a little wider to give further blessing to the indecent assault. Her confidence and the ability to dictate what might happen grew with each second, and she wanted to show Clare Williams that she could call the shots as well as take them. She wanted to tease the Doctor and her friend, make them beg for pleasure from her young body, so that they felt privileged to be allowed to explore its nakedness and suppleness.
She, more than anything, wanted to orgasm with a fine weapon deep inside her, but she was prepared to play the waiting game, egg on the two older women so that they were desperate to do anything to fulfil their own desperate needs.
'You want me to be naughty, don't you, you want me to do whatever you tell me, don't you?' Karen stated firmly. 'You want my firm body to play with, and you think I will just submit to anything, don't you? Well, you will have to be patient yourselves, just for a while.'
Clare and Ginger looked a little surprised, but continued exploring Karen's cunt lips and pubic hair with their fingers, waiting for the young woman to explain herself.
'You like,' continued Karen, addressing Clare, 'to play with bottoms, to explore the cheeks of a firm ass and lick a nice pink anus. Well, I want you to play with Ginger's ass so that I can watch you, Clare,' and Karen lifted herself onto her knees, so that Ginger could move forward herself onto her knees in the centre of the bed, resting her hands before her.
'Go on Clare,' and Karen slowly peeled the tight panties, at Ginger's waist, down over the round cheeks of her ass and on down her thighs. Clare moved up behind Ginger and began to caress the inviting orbs that pointed partly towards the ceiling. Karen was enjoying this, giving instruction to the two older women, and she contented herself with sitting on the edge of the bed, gently playing her fingers inside her own wet panties.
After only a few seconds, Clare had darted her tongue out to lick right down the crease between Ginger's straining ass cheeks, and very soon she was lapping hungrily up and down, stopping with every stroke to push that little bit harder into the bud that was the beautiful anus.
'Go on Clare, harder, you love exploring there, don't you-go right into her bum, go on,' encouraged Karen. This was no doubt exciting the two women, and Ginger began to moan and sigh at the intrusion into her ass, and Clare now used her thumbs to hold the cheeks apart so that she could concentrate her tongue on the wet and compliant anus.
'God, Clare, this is fantastic,' and Ginger had dropped her head and shoulders onto the bed which in turn pushed her ass even more towards the ceiling, making Clare's assault much easier. Karen looked intently at the actions going on as she wanted to see Clare Williams' tongue go right into the open hole of Ginger's anus, deeper with each lick, Clare's thumbs now holding the ass open as far as possible.
Deep moaning now came continuously from Ginger's lips, and she tried to keep her bottom absolutely still as she felt the tongue going deep inside her rear, pushing against her soft interior skin. Soaking wet, the succulent anus was now ready for further assault, and Clare licked her finger and tentatively pushed in between the lips of the open anus, finding the entry easy, and pushing in a little further.
'Christ, go on,' moaned Ginger, and Clare pushed in a second digit, and together they went in as far as the hand would allow.
'Yes, yes, ohhhhhhh, yes,' continued the moaning, and the fingers began to push in and out, as though a vibrator was inside the open ass-hole, thrusting and pulsating away. The thrusting continued and Ginger began to wet herself, her cunt dripping madly and unhindered onto the duvet.
'Go on, Clare, keep screwing her ass, harder' encouraged Karen from her vantage point only a few inches away. Clare's breasts swung too and fro madly as she was putting all her energy into the two fingered assault on Ginger's bottom, and it wasn't long before Ginger was screaming with ecstasy, thrusting her bottom backwards to meet each thrust into her ass, until she gave one almighty scream, and then started to suck in the air in short breaths, her body sagging down-the signs obviously of a shattering orgasm firing through her entire body. Her cunt and ass involuntarily opened and closed quickly for a few seconds, and then she was completely spent, collapsing onto the bed below her.
This had been too much for Karen, watching the exciting climax of the ginger woman on her knees, and she had looked on the nearby dressing table for suitable assistance. The bottle of perfume was ideal, she thought, beautifully shaped, and thick enough, and very soon it was between her open legs, being eased up and down her own cunt lips before she made the effort to take off her own panties.
The bottle slid easily into her body, and as Ginger lay panting by her side, Karen lay back and eased the perfume bottle up inside her and began to enjoy the thrustings of her own masturbation. It was a glorious feeling, thought Karen, as she continued to pleasure herself, but Clare was quickly on hand to assist.
'Did you enjoy that, Karen, did you enjoy watching Ginger's ass being opened wide,' and as she spoke she stood at the side of the bed and lifted Karen's legs back up in the air and held them up, at right angles to her body and over her.
'Yes, oh yes, it was wonderful,' and Karen's hand was working hard at thrusting the perfume bottle deeply into her cunt, while her other hand was toying with her clitoris in the midst of her wet hairs.
As Clare held the legs wide enough to allow the perfume bottle to move freely in and out of its hiding place, the door clicked open and a shaft of light shot across the room before disappearing again as the door closed. Three people had entered the room, two men and a woman and there was no doubt that it was the young woman who had been so gainfully occupied on the stairs. However, her partners did not include the middle aged man, her previous partner, but two other men.
This entrance didn't stop Karen's movements in any way, but the attention of the men was immediately drawn to her on the bed, her legs being held wide apart and the frantic motions being administered deep in her cunt. Whilst gaping at the erotic scene, the two men held the young woman tightly by each wrist, and then took her over to the dressing table which stood against another wall of the bedroom.
The dressing table was a big oak piece of furniture, with a huge mirror, large, solid drawers, and a large area of polished wood as its 'working' top. A large wooden chair with hefty legs was pushed in underneath it. Although the room was unlit, after a few minutes the street lights coming through the window, coupled with the light from around the door, made it possible for each person to make out the shapes and actions of the others in the room, but it was made all the more easier when one of the men switched on a little table lamp on the dressing table.
'Kneel on the chair,' growled one of the men, as he pulled the oak chair round so that it was against the dresser but facing outwards. The three women on the bed were able to see the men more clearly now. They were both in their twenties, a blonde, six footer of only about 21, handsome with broad shoulders, while the other was nearer thirty, dark and swarthy but only about 5'10.
Ginger, who had recovered from the assault on her ass, now shuffled the few inches on her knees to the area of so much movement between Karen's legs. She eased the perfume bottle from Karen's hand and lowered her head down, flicking her tongue out to lick at the luscious open lips of the inviting cunt.
'Keep holding her, Clare,' muttered Ginger, and Clare continued to hold wide the stunning nylon clad legs, so that Ginger could explore and lick and caress with ease the woman on her back. This was just what Karen needed, as she had built up towards a pinnacle with the use of her fingers and the bottle, and to get Ginger between her legs to lick her quite voluntarily was like 7th heaven. She immediately held Ginger's head in place and began to groan as the soft tongue went up and down her lips and pushed them open to explore the inner wet walls.
'You like this, don't you Karen,' enthused Clare Williams. 'You like being the centre of attention, don't you?'
'Yes, yes, oh it's marvellous, ooooohhhh yes. Christ, don't you stop,' and Karen was panting hard now, gasping for breath and almost thrusting Ginger's head onto the gaping, inflamed area between her legs.
"Stop, Ginger,' instructed Clare.
'No, no, please don't stop!!'
'Stop, for just a moment,' and Ginger lifted her head briefly in spite of Karen's efforts to hold her in place. 'We wanted you to come this evening, Karen, and a lot of people have been looking forward to your presence. Your young, shapely body is admired by many people, and we thought it would be a good idea if we introduced you to some of our friends, so that you could enjoy their pleasures, and you could be introduced to some of the most thrilling elements of giving yourself. We want you to experience joys with your body that you have only read about or only seen in your wildest dreams. Nothing that happens at this party tonight is ever discussed outside of these friends, and you will be expected to abide by that rule. Do you understand, Karen?'
'Oh yes, I do. Lick me some more, please, oh please'
'In a moment, Karen. Patience! You will experience wonderful sensations, and you will see people enjoying themselves in an erotic manner, and you will, without exception, give yourself, without question, if necessary. Do you understand that Karen. Do you?'
'Yes, yes I do. Oh please, just carry on licking me. I'll do whatever you want me to. Just please, please, lick me some more.'
Clare gripped Karen's legs apart once more, and Ginger lowered her head to carry on the assault in and around the succulent cunt. In went her tongue, pushing the lips apart, and going in as deep as the length of her tongue would allow.
'Stay there and don't move' the swarthy man growled at the young woman once more, and she was now in position, kneeling on the chair with her hands and wrists resting on the oak desk for support, her face occasionally looking into the large mirror, but most of the time it just hung loosely from her shoulders. She obeyed and didn't move, but the two men moved nearer the bed to watch as Ginger lapped at Karen's luscious body, the view quite clear as Clare held the magnificent legs wide apart.
Swarthy man spoke again. 'So this is Karen, then. She's here to be obedient then, Clare?'
'Oh yes, isn't she beautiful,' replied the Doctor, 'and she really does want to please her hosts and friends as much as she can, don't you Karen.' Karen's head was lolling back and forth in ecstasy as Ginger was using her fingers and tongue to keep Karen's cunt lips apart, as she explored the inner depths of the young body, at the same time teasing the rock-like clitoris that stood out, begging for attention.
'Don't you Karen,' Clare repeated.
'Oh yes, yes, Christ this is fantastic,' and her hips moved up off the bed, she wanted that long tongue and fingers inside her so much.
'Perhaps she needs a little extra something, to stop her getting quite so excited,' whispered Swarthy man, and as he spoke he was unzipping his trousers and moving across the bed to where Karen's head was thrashing about. He held Karen's blonde hair, and gently moved her head up a few inches to meet him, before prodding himself at her groaning lips.
Karen quickly looked him in the eyes, and then opened her lips to allow the solid cock to pass smoothly into her waiting mouth. She took one of her hands away from Ginger's head, and grasped at the cock running in and out between her lips, guiding it into her, squeezing and pulling at the weapon and sucking her lips tightly round it as it pushed her cheeks out, and then retreated to start its entry once more.
Karen felt incredibly rampant-she hadn't really wanted to come to the party, but had made the effort, and here she was sucking hard on a complete stranger's cock, while another complete stranger was lapping away between her legs, bringing her all sorts of wonderful sensations--and she didn't want any of it to stop. Karen thought about the attractive young woman kneeling on the chair-what was going to happen to her, why was she kneeling on the chair, staying quite still as ordered.
Then Karen's mind returned to the sensations between her legs, Ginger's fingers now up inside her, as well as concentrating on taking this solid cock down into her throat every other second.
It wasn't taking long for Swarthy man to lose his control, and Karen could feel the tempo increase quite dramatically. He was holding her head quite firmly now, pulling her onto the piston flying in and out of her mouth at speed, trying to get into her throat deeper with each thrust.
He gasped through his teeth as he pushed harder and faster, his pubic hairs pushing against Karen's lips as he filled her up with each desperate stroke. He suddenly held himself inside her mouth, and Karen knew that he was there, climaxing, and almost at once, as she nearly choked on the cock filling her mouth, the first gush hit the back of her throat, and she had to swallow hard, gulping with each spurt that hit her, only for a few seconds, as Swarthy man was soon spent and leaning back.
He was quiet for a few seconds, smiling down at Karen as she finished swallowing and licking her lips, and he knelt, motionless, above her.
'You're very good, Karen,' but Karen's eyes were closed again as Ginger continued the exploration between the stocking clad legs. There was no doubt that Karen was heading towards a wonderful pinnacle of her own, and the taste in her mouth from the liquid refreshment she'd just received was something that added to her own dirty eroticism.
'Harder, harder, lick me harder,' but Ginger suddenly lifted her head and wiped her sodden lips with the back of her hand.
'You want something to fill you, Karen. That's what you ought to have now, isn't it? To finish you off completely, for the time being,' instructed Clare Williams. She had obviously made an indication to the blonde giant while Karen had her eyes closed, as the young man had already taken his jeans off, moving onto the bed and in between the legs that Clare was still holding up and open.
The young cock looked wonderful to Karen as it protruded from his firm, slim body, and the young man held it gently, guiding it towards the beautiful young blonde woman waiting, open, before him. Before continuing, he unbuttoned his gleaming, white shirt and threw it to the floor to reveal a muscular, broad chest on his young torso, and Karen drooled over the wonderful body that was about to envelop her. She had reached out to caress the thick, hard penis that was pointing at her, and Karen gently pulled it towards her wet cunt, sliding it between her lips and, as she did so, Clare released her legs so that the blonde man could lower himself over Karen's luscious body.
As she was penetrated, Karen let out a sharp gasp of breath, and her legs immediately came up and round the blonde man's back.
'Christ, oh my God,' she hissed, and she felt the wonderful weapon lunge in to the far reaches of her open body, and then the couple were straight into a frantic rhythm, in out, in out, in out, and each time the young man lunged forward into Karen's body, she let out a little yelp of appreciation.
'Is that nice, Karen,' whispered Clare Williams. 'Is that what you really wanted, a nice adult cock up inside you,' and Clare took Karen's wrists and just held them on the bed above her head, so that all could see Karen's blonde hair thrashing about from side to side, and also watch the man hold himself above her as his bottom moved up and down firmly, pushing in hard with each thrust up into Karen.
'Harder, fuck her harder,' insisted Clare, and Ginger moved to stand over the blonde man and caress his tight, naked bottom, and assist him with his thrusts into Karen's cunt. As well as pushing, Ginger caressed and pinched and squeezed, and occasionally licked the wonderful, young ass that was now pummelling away between Karen's legs, and this spurred him on with greater urgency, but he never looked at any time as though he was heading towards a final climax-he just kept pounding up and into Karen, relentlessly and forcefully, hitting her inner walls continuously with perfect accuracy.
This is out of this world, thought Karen. She had not been fucked like this for months and months and now, on top of this wonderful intrusion, she was also being watched and controlled and admired, adding tremendous excitement and eroticism to her experience. She had almost reached the top when Ginger had been licking her, and now she was determined not to miss out again. She tightened her grip around the Adonis's back with her legs, and hung on for dear life as he moved up and crashed back down into her with each thrust. Karen also tried to push up with her hips to meet his every thrust, and she was gurgling and moaning and gasping, as the two bodies crashed into one another in their efforts.
'Uh, uuugh, uhh,' moaned Karen from her open mouth, and she was almost there, rushing towards the orgasm that she had craved.
'Yes, yes, yes, Christ, ohhhhh yes,' and Clare held Karen's wrists firmly on the bed as the young woman writhed about, out of control, the climax pulsating through every inch of her body, causing her waist to jerk up from the bed a number of times, as her legs slowly slid from around her aggressor's back and slumped open onto the bed.
The blonde man still held himself inside Karen as she subsided into stillness. What a wonderful fuck, thought the gasping Karen. What a beautiful young cock, and she realised that it was the first time that a person one or two years younger than herself had penetrated her body. His strength, his endurance and his mature eagerness had heightened the experience for her, and yet he was still ready for more, his fiery cock still standing to attention, gleaming in the dim light.
As Blondy slipped out of Karen's body, she could see Swarthy man smiling at her from a few feet away, but instead of approaching her for his own further enjoyment, he bent down and found his trousers that had been thrown to the floor a short while previously. He grabbed them and unlaced the thick, leather belt from around the waist and then let the trousers drop to the floor once more.
'Now Karen, you enjoyed that didn't you,' started Clare. 'Be patient and your time will come again, but enjoy the relaxation,' and they both watched Swarthy face as he moved over to the large dressing table.
The young woman in her 20s remained kneeling on the chair, fully dressed but with her shapely legs and stocking tops exposed. Swarthy approached her and rubbed his hand roughly over her bottom, dragging the hem of the dress up to reveal the whites of her firm thighs, the tight panties only half covering the wonderful twin orbs of her ass, and the black suspender belt holding the nylons in place.
'Thrust that bottom out,' he instructed the young woman, and he put a hand into the small of her back to lower her waist and push her ass up into a jutting position. He then pulled the dress up even further, so that the hem nestled in the small of her back, and then she lowered her head onto her wrists resting on the flat of the oak top. She was obviously making herself comfortable and probably realised that her time had come.
'What is it now, Jennifer,' he growled. 'What is it that you get now, young lady?' and he drew the folded belt gently across the beautiful bottom that looked up towards him.
'Beaten. A beating on my bottom.'
'Sir, don't you say Sir if you want a beating?'
'Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir.'
'You like having your bottom smacked and beaten, don't you Jennifer?'
'Yes Sir'.
'And you like other people watching you having your bottom beaten, don't you?'
'Yes Sir, I like to be watched as I'm beaten,' and as she spoke, Swarthy lowered her panties down over her cheeks, and let them stay caught between her thighs just above her knees. He caressed her ass again with the heavy belt and then stood to the side of the young woman before drawing back the weapon. The others in the room watched expectantly and eagerly.
The whistle through the air came only a split second before the 'thrash' was heard of the belt landing squarely and harshly on the firm cheeks, and Jennifer let out a first cry of anguish. There was no building up to the intensity of the strokes-Swarthy had hit the cheeks with full force from the word go.
'Whack!!' and the second one landed in almost the same place, right across the shapely ass, which showed a red blotch already.
'You like this, don't you young lady,' murmured Swarthy, as he drew back again before unleashing the belt into its target.
'Ouchhh, Christ... yes, uuum,' and the woman's ass wobbled a little from side to side to try and counteract the pain, but she didn't move her position, and kept her cheeks thrusting up into the air, waiting for the next stroke. The assault carried on, and each spectator could hear, and see clearly, the erotic beating being performed at the oak dresser.
'Uuuuggh,' muttered Jennifer again, as yet another stripe from the belt made its harsh imprint into her cheeks.
Karen watched avidly, remembering her beating at the surgery at the hands of the two Doctors, and her hand strayed down between her legs as she now knelt on her knees on the bed to get a clearer look. She felt Clare at her side and then the Doctor was whispering in her ear,
'You'd like to be on that chair, wouldn't you, Karen, getting your bottom smacked. You'd like to be beaten again, wouldn't you,' and she let her hand wander down Karen's back onto her naked ass, before grasping a cheek and really squeezing and pinching it hard, as though just giving her a little reminder of the experience.
'Perhaps,' is all that Karen replied, and her hand busied itself a little harder between her pubic hairs, and around the lips of her cunt, as another 'whack' could be seen landing on the female body kneeling on the chair.
'First things first, though Karen--come with us now,' instructed Clare.
Clare and Ginger again led Karen, by her arms, from the bed and towards the door, leaving her clothes strewn on the bedroom floor. Wearing only her high heels, stockings and suspenders, Karen was led out onto the landing and back down the stairs to the ground floor of the house where the music was still beating out, and smoky rooms were still full of gyrating bodies.
At a cream painted door at the end of the passage, Clare stopped and carefully turned the brass handle and the three women entered the darkened room. As she closed the door behind them, Clare turned Karen to face the closed door and within a split second, Karen felt a leather choker being attached round her neck--it wasn't tight but it was certainly secure, and she also felt a longish leather lead, hanging from the choker, down her back.
'Keep facing the door, Karen, there's a good girl,' said Clare in her ear.
As Clare spoke, Ginger was on her knees attaching two leather straps round Karen's ankles, and between the straps was attached a silver chain no more than a foot long. Lastly, Clare placed a soft, velvet blindfold across Karen's eyes before turning her round and gently tugging on the lead.
'I'm going to lead you now, Karen, just like a beautiful pet ---do you understand?'
'Yes, yes, I understand.' Karen was excited but apprehensive as she felt the tautness of the lead on the choker.
'On your knees then, Karen, just like my little pet,' and Karen obeyed, going down onto all fours and enjoying Clare's sudden touch, as she ran her fingers along Karen's back, caressing her bottom, and then coming back to run her hand through the blonde hair hanging loosely from Karen's head.
There had not seemed to be any noise coming from the room, but Karen had not seen into the darkened room at all before the blindfold had been put in place, so she was completely unaware of who might be watching, or what might happen-she just had to follow her mistress's lead.
Gently, Clare led Karen by the lead, and as she shuffled across the carpet, the chain between her ankles rattled noisily, until a large smooth hand held Karen's chin and guided it forward, and then there was the unmistakable feel of an erect penis pushing at her lips.
'Open, Karen, open your mouth,' and Karen opened her lips to allow the hard, strong cock to pass into her mouth.
A hand grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head onto the rampant cock, but at the same time, another pair of hands began to caress the cheeks of her bottom, pulling the orbs apart and then fingering the wet cunt lips at the rear of her body.
Yet another two hands grabbed Karen's swinging breasts and began to squeeze them, playing with the nipples, pushing them, pulling them, and all the time the hand was holding her head down over the cock in her mouth.
Suddenly, the lead was tugged and Karen's head was pulled away from the cock, and she was shuffled along a little further, until another hand held her head as a second cock was introduced to her open mouth. Karen again began to give 'head' to the weapon in her mouth, but then excitement mounted as she felt a soft hand between her cunt lips again.
The hand gently played in her lips and gradually two, three and then four fingers were entering her body. She felt the thumb join the fingers, and slowly the hand pushed forwards, entering deeply into her cunt, all the way, the whole fist going further and further in, until Karen could feel the whole of the female's fist right inside her, up to the wrist bone.
'Ummm,' came a little gurgle from her throat. Karen's ankles were restricted by the chain, but she managed to get her knees quite a few inches apart, so that she could feel the hand up inside her quite comfortably, and she moved her waist rhythmically as the fist toyed with her body, gently pushing and then easing off, before pushing into Karen's insides again.
The cock in her mouth was lunging into her throat now, the hand holding her head firmly down, so that each stroke pushed the cock to the back of the mouth, and Karen's cheeks puffed out with the effort. She felt incredibly horny and randy, and she was certainly finding this new experience fantastically erotic, her body completely on fire now.
Clare's voice broke the silence-'Now do it to her Ginger, make her do it, go on. I'll hold it for you.'
My God, thought Karen, what are they going to do? The soft fist up inside Karen's cunt slowly withdrew, and then Karen felt a warm mouth on her anus, licking and pushing with the tongue.
The cock in Karen's mouth suddenly stopped moving, and then was held in her throat as it exploded, warm liquid firing against the back of Karen's mouth and dribbling down into her throat, while she swallowed profusely but gleefully--she was getting good at this, she thought, and was quite happy to take as much 'cum' as was on offer, but the motions at her ass were grabbing her attention now.
A finger was slowly inserted into her anus, and then another, and the two fingers gently pulled apart, opening Karen's ass so that it was gaping. The fingers eased, and then they pulled again, opening Karen once more, and then the tongue returned to push into the opening-this is out of this world, thought Karen, and she knew she was the centre of attention, and she didn't care.
Suddenly, Karen felt a hard object prodding at her ass hole, round and probably wooden, and then it was pushing at her pink anus. Two hands were holding the cheeks of her bottom apart while the weapon gently pushed at her wet ass, and then it pushed a little harder and 'ooohh'-it was inside her. She had 'lost' the flaccid cock in her mouth, and was resting her head gently on the settee in front of her, concentrating on the firm, round weapon that had been inserted into her bottom.
Karen began to breath heavily as, inch by glorious inch, she felt the weapon move solidly up into her bottom, withdrawing a couple of inches, before being moved back towards the centre of her body.
'Oh my God, ohhhh..., oh Christ,' she moaned, as she felt the other two hands holding the cheeks of her ass wide apart.
'Now Ginger, now do it,' instructed Clare Williams. Clare took over holding the rolling pin inside Karen's ass, and Ginger concentrated on Karen's streaming cunt.
With one hand, Ginger held the lips of Karen's cunt apart, and with the fingers of her other hand, Ginger concentrated on the wet, pink layers of skin within the walls of Karen's delicious cunt. She began to caress them in various motions, up and down, round and round, squeezing, pinching, then caressing them again, then rubbing hard, then pushing two fingers deep within the cunt, then back to caressing the layers again.
Ginger pulled at the skin, and concentrated on one particular spot right in the centre, rubbing frantically up and down, and round and around. Karen was sighing heavily and breathing ever more deeply, and Clare added encouragement by pushing the hard, wooden weapon in and out of her anus once or twice with fervour.
'Go on Karen, there's a good girl,' and Ginger kept up the torment, knowing that sooner or later, Karen would have to succumb to the torture.
'Ohhhhh no, no, my Goooo...I can't heeee...Ohhhh nooo!!' and Ginger felt a drop of wetness on her fingers as she continued the incessant rubbing. The drop turned into a trickle as Karen began to wet herself, a little spurt shooting out from between her legs, and then two or three more golden spurts, and then Ginger just held her hand in Karen's pubic bush, and allowed the young woman to 'wee' over her hand at will.
'That's it Karen,' encouraged Clare again 'Just wet yourself properly, that's wonderful,' and Ginger took her hand away and watched as the young blonde woman emitted short, wet bursts of her own fluids onto the carpet below.
It was over very quickly, but during the few seconds, Karen had become almost orgasmic as she had lost control of herself, and allowed her body to give in to itself in front of this unknown audience. On a chain lead and with her ankles shackled, she wondered what else lay in store for her at this weird party, but then she didn't really care--she could go on holiday for 6 months if she wanted to-disappear completely with all that money she had--she was answerable to no-one.
The rolling pin still played in her bottom, giving Karen wonderful sensations for a little while longer, and then Clare eased the thick weapon out gently, allowing Karen's anus to 'breathe' open and close involuntarily for a few seconds, before only the heaving motions of Karen's glorious body could be seen kneeling against the settee.
'Karen, you've wet the carpet, haven't you, you naughty young lady,' said Clare Williams, sternly. 'Haven't you?!!,' and she slapped the exposed cheeks of Karen's ass with the end of the leash that was attached to the choker round Karen's neck.
'Yes, yes, I have,' blurted Karen.
'You'll have to be punished for that, won't you, young lady?' and the leash was struck across the two beautiful cheeks of the bottom once more, before Clare gently tugged on the leash and turned towards the door of the room, and Karen had to shuffle her hands and knees across the carpet, following the pair of legs in front of her.
The blindfold was still in place over Karen's eyes, but she heard the door open and could tell that a shaft of light had entered. She was led slowly into the hall where the floor felt rougher on Karen's knees, and then Clare turned to speak to her.
Will there be more for the poor girl??
***
The house looked imposing as Karen looked up at it from her car parked outside at the kerb. It was 10o'clock on a rainy night and the street lights played a silent tune on the puddles in the road and on the pavement as other traffic went by, and Karen wondered if this was a good idea.
Two days ago she had become 25 years old and had spent the afternoon at the solicitors discussing her final inheritance, receiving a cheque for £250 thousand from the handsome man on the other side of the desk. He was in his forties and obviously quite keen to make an impression on the now rich, attractive young woman-future business might depend on it and, anyway, she certainly was attractive, dressed to thrill and bubbling with excitement.
The solicitor, Mr Stamp, had casually mentioned to Karen that she would be most welcome at a small party that was occurring on Saturday evening at a house in town, and he had given her the address-it wasn't to celebrate anything, just a few business friends that he knew, but she would be able to enjoy a glass of champagne or two as part of her new found wealth-not that he would dare to discuss Karen's financial situation at a party-that would be professional misconduct. Karen thanked him for the invitation, said she would think about it and then made her way to the bank to deposit her cheque.
She had decided to discuss her finances with the bank, to see how best she could get her money to work for her, and had made an appointment to see an advisor in a couple of weeks time, but she had driven straight back home to the flat to wallow in the wonderful situation that she now found herself in.
It was January, she was 25 with her own flat, a decent part-time job, a flash sports car, loads of money in the bank and a superb, attractive face and body-life was very rosy.
She had decided to go to the party and had looked forward to it, but now as she sat in the street on this horrible, wet, dark night, she was having second thoughts. She didn't know anybody apart from a short business meeting with Mr Stamp, the big house looked cold and imposing and it would be far easier to drive home again and enjoy the TV with a nice bottle of wine.
She could hear music thumping out of the front windows of the house but could see no lights, but she told herself that she had gone to so much trouble to come this far that at least she should go in, even if it's only for a short while.
Karen had treated herself to a startling light brown suede dress that fitted tightly all round her shapely body, fairly short but long enough to hide the tops of her tan stockings, and rounded the outfit off with brown high heels which accentuated her long, shapely legs-her underwear was, as ever, immaculate.
Finally, Karen plucked up the courage, alighted from the car and slung her long white mac round her shoulders. The house was right up above the level of the road and as she pushed the gate back shut, she was faced with at least two flights of concrete steps up to the front door. She felt the night air round the top of her thighs as she made her way up the steps and could hear the music getting louder, but still no lights emanated from the building. At last she reached the front door and turned to look back across the whole of the lit-up town. A wonderful view, thought Karen, as she turned back and wrapped at the huge front knocker, only just hearing it herself above the music.
She was about to wrap at the knocker again when suddenly the brass handle twisted and slowly the door eased back-still no light on in the hall but as she looked in, Karen could see cigarette smoke drift upwards as shafts of light flickered across the hallway from various rooms.
'Ah, you must be Karen,' said a female voice, 'come in, we've heard so much about you, we didn't think you were coming.' What have they heard, thought Karen!!
The voice was almost shouting to be heard above the music, but Karen was more intent at looking at the woman's attire than listening to what she said. The ginger-haired woman, in her thirties, was dressed in a black bikini top with tassels hanging down to her firm, trim waist, and her only other garment was a pair of flimsy black panties, almost see-through and very, very tight. She was bare-legged and wore very high-heeled black sandals.
'Ginger' carried a glass in her hand and almost pulled Karen through the door as she spoke, dragging the mac from Karen's shoulders as she ushered her along the hallway. As she passed one door, Karen could see heaving bodies dancing to the loud music in the flickering lights, and more people in another room were just standing and talking and drinking. She saw a flash of silver hair on a tall man in yet another room as she was ushered by and then she heard Ginger say, 'Come and get a drink,' and on they went down the long hallway to the back room which was obviously where the 'bar' had been set up, and was probably the kitchen.
Karen spotted Mr Stamp, the solicitor, and as he came over to say hello she, again, was rather taken aback by his attire. Gone was the business suit from the day job, and in its place were leather trousers and a flowery open necked shirt-a relic of yester-year thought Karen, but he still looked handsome and attractive. 'Ginger' disappeared with Karen's coat as Mr Stamp reached her through the smog.
'Hello Karen, glad you could make it-we'd almost given up on you. Have you got a drink?,' and just then Ginger reappeared with a glassful of reddish liquid and thrust it into Karen's hand.
'Here you are, it's home-made punch, you'll love it.'
Karen took a sip and found it rather pleasing, with a firm kick in it's tale, and then found Ginger grabbing her arm, telling the solicitor, 'I'll take Karen through to meet a few of the others. Come on Karen,' and the two women moved back into the hallway and then on into one of the dark rooms where the music was thumping and the lights flashed round and round the dancers in the centre of the room.
'Let's have a dance, Karen,' and Ginger held the blonde woman's arm and pushed her gently into the midst of dancing bodies and began to gyrate to the beat. Karen had put her glass down and took up the rhythm opposite Ginger, other bodies close up in the sweaty, pulsating room. She watched Ginger's body move easily to the music, the taut waist beneath the tassels, and the skimpy pants thrusting to each loud beat. Karen herself quickly got into the dancing mood, swaying easily only a few inches away from Ginger's body as the throng of people all moved tightly against one another on the floor.
A young woman, only a few feet away through the movers on the floor, was draped round a middle-aged man, her crotch gyrating slowly against him and her open mouth clamped securely to his, while his hands moved slowly but surely across the thin dress stretched tightly across the cheeks of her bottom.
As the music continued, an arm suddenly came round Karen's waist from the rear-'Hello Karen, it's lovely to see you here, Arthur said you might be coming'.
It was Doctor Williams from the surgery where she worked-and the perpetrator of such a wonderful sexual experience for Karen the previous summer. The last person Karen expected to see here was Clare Williams but at least it was a familiar face.
'Hello Doctor Williams'
'Clare, please call me Clare, Karen. You look beautiful tonight, what a stunning dress'.
'Thankyou. Who's Arthur?' enquired Karen.
'Arthur Stamp, the solicitor, he's a friend of ours.'
The penny now dropped with Karen. The silver hair she'd noticed previously was almost certainly Rodney Smith, another Doctor at the surgery, and they all must be part of a group of friends, thought Karen. Clare Williams' arm was still round Karen's waist and was holding her firmly as Ginger carried on gyrating to the music, almost touching Karen as she did so.
Karen could smell the musky perfume and see the beads of sweat on Ginger's lip as the woman moved sensuously close up in front of her. Another arm went round Karen from the other side only this time it was bigger, firmer, stronger-and black.
'Who's this beautiful young lady then, Clare-you must introduce us,' and as Karen turned she looked up into a beautiful black smile, gleaming white teeth and a massive frame.
'This is Joey, he's a Doctor at the hospital. Joey this is Karen.' Karen could see he only had on a tight white singlet and cream slacks and looked magnificent, his ebony skin glowing in the smoky lights, and his fingers twitching at her body round her waist through the suede dress. Clare Williams moved to face Ginger and began to move to the music, and Karen was able to see her short, tight skirt move over her shapely legs, and the strap of her bra through the almost see-through white top. As Joey continued to look admiringly at Karen, she found her drink and took another gulp as the heat of the room was now getting to her.
'Come on Karen, we must dance together,' and Joey pulled her back onto the floor, almost next to the man dancing with the young woman. The woman now lolled her head on the man's shoulder, her arms round his neck, as his hands had by now drawn the dress up over the woman's stocking tops, exposing the white skin at the top of her thighs, and he was gently caressing her cheeks through the very thin, tight panties.
Joey's frame immediately engulfed Karen as he put his arms around her neck and waist and pulled her into him.
He started to move Karen slowly as the music thumped its beat, and Karen found herself squeezed right in to the hulking body of her dancing partner. She didn't mind though, as she was getting into the mood of the party, enjoying the home-made punch, and she was quite content to allow herself just to lean into Joey as the pair moved slowly against one another without actually taking any dance steps. Karen felt the muscles of his arms round her and rested her blonde hair on his massive chest, and as the music went on, he too moved an arm down from her waist to lay it comfortably on her swaying bottom.
This is nice, thought Karen, and as the music went on, Joey's hand on her bottom gently pulled her into the groin of his body. Immediately, Karen felt the firm manhood that was fully erect and being held against her waist, and she almost sighed with the pleasure of feeling a rampant cock close to her once more. Nothing was said, but Joey held Karen's bottom firmly into his groin and made a point of pushing in, releasing, pushing in, releasing, and Karen joined in the excitement of this erotic rhythm on the dance floor.
She noticed the young woman and her partner kissing once more, her dress rucked up round her waist, and his hand had now gone inside her little panties and was caressing the naked skin of her ass. Even more surprising to Karen as she looked around was the sight of Ginger and Clare Williams embracing as they danced.
As the Doctor's hands held Ginger around the waist, Ginger was undoing the buttons on Clare's blouse until she was able to embrace the Doctor round her back and waist, on her naked skin. Just as Karen was looking forward to their next move, a strong hand held her head up and Joey's mouth descended onto her lips from above, kissing her strongly and searching out her mouth with his tongue. Karen immediately gave in and opened her lips wide, giving herself to this passionate embrace while still feeling the strength of Joey's manhood pushing at her intimate region just below her waist.
Karen realised that this was not just a party for polite drinking, eating and dancing, making idle chit-chat with social acquaintances, but more like an intimate gathering of people who knew that inhibitions could be lowered and caution thrown to the wind for a few hours and, perhaps, anything went. She was quite high herself, however, having become very rich only a few days previously, the closeness of the gorgeous Joey, the drink taking its effect and the actions and demeanour of the people around her.
She was enjoying the firm tongue moving around in her mouth, the hand on her bottom and certainly the feel of the hard penis being ground into her body through her clothes. As Karen reluctantly broke away from the passionate kiss, Joey's hand on her bottom was suddenly joined by at least two other, softer hands, and then Karen felt herself being surrounded on the floor by Clare Williams and Ginger who had made a triangle, with Joey, around her.
They all continued to move gently to the music, but Ginger and Clare each had a hand on Joey's waist and their other hand was placed on Karen's lovely ass through her dress.
Joey took Karen's hands and placed them on his shoulders, holding them firmly there, and then he lowered his lips once more to seek out Karen's mouth for another passionate embrace. All four of them were huddled close together on the floor, moving to the music, and Karen enjoyed the experience of having her bottom fondled by two other women as she kissed the black Adonis holding her tightly, restraining her hands. Not that she needed restraining.
Clare and Ginger moved in closer to Karen as they all danced, their arms going firmly round her waist and their bodies pressed up tightly to her. Ginger's hand moved slowly back to the firm bottom, and gradually the hand moved up the back of Karen's dress, across the delicious curves of the ass, up the spine and onto the neck. She caressed the strong neck as Karen continued the snog with Joey, and then Ginger firmly but gently pulled Karen's head round to face her own, at the same time pulling Karen's body round so that the two women's lips were only inches apart.
The hungry lips met, startling Karen, but this was no time to stand on ceremony or protest, and Karen met the female lips full on and gave in immediately to the wonderful, wonderful sensation of french-kissing another woman. Ginger's arms went round her neck, aiming not to let go, and the couple were still surrounded by Joey and Clare Williams.
Ginger's tongue seemed to get into every nook and cranny of Karen's mouth as she searched relentlessly, ensuring that Karen's mouth remained active and open during the sensual onslaught. It seemed an eternity to Karen when she heard Clare's voice say,
'Now me, Ginger, now me!,'
and the Doctor's arms pulled her away from the Ginger woman and straight away she moved her lips over the young blonde woman's mouth to continue the oral intrusion that her friend had started. She also placed Karen's arms around her waist, inside her open blouse, and pushed her body tightly to Karen's curves.
As she began to enjoy Clare William's mouth on her, Karen felt Ginger's hand on her bottom, rubbing hard at the dress material, and then the hand moved below the hem and back up onto her bare legs above the stocking tops, caressing softly the insides of the thighs, inching upwards until she was able to drag a finger along the underside of Karen's panties, feeling the wetness that had been generated.
Ginger moved round behind Karen, so that Karen was wedged between the two women, and Ginger moved up tight to Karen's back, at the same time moving her hand round under Karen's dress until it reached the front of the pants and she could feel the tufts of pubic hair through the material. For the first time, Karen let out a quiet sigh, into the enveloping mouth on her, and slightly opened her legs to the searching fingers on her panties.
None of the others on the dance floor seemed to be taking any notice of these occurrences, particularly as there seemed to be far worse going on around them in the dark, smoky, heaving room. The young woman and her middle-aged man had disappeared, but others were heavily caressing and petting one another and, after all, Karen was enjoying the feelings and saw no reason to stop the proceedings.
Joey seemed to have left the group as Clare and Ginger carried on their explorations of the succulent Karen, Clare now coming up for breath and pulling Karen's head into her shoulder as they smooched to the music.
Ginger's hand had moved inside the minute panties and was now playing with Karen's cunt, concentrating on teasing the clit that was moving to attention at the head of the wet lips. Karen was wet, she really was wet, and there could be no doubt now that she was enjoying immensely the sensations that were happening.
Free of Clare's mouth, her sighs and groans were now audible to the other two, and then she felt two fingers move into her wet lips and push gently into her body.
'God, ahhh, yeeeeees,' and she briefly went up onto tip-toe as the fingers moved inside her, but then they were just as quickly withdrawn.
'Come with us Karen,' and Clare didn't wait for an answer as she took Karen's hand firmly and pulled her towards the door to the hall. Ginger held her other hand, and as they made their way up the stairs, almost in the dark, they passed the young woman kneeling with her head bobbing up and down into the groin of her dancing partner.
He, in turn, was sitting on the next step up, stroking the woman's hair, ensuring that her head remained in place between his legs, carrying out its wonderful duty to fulfilment. The two took no notice of the three women that passed them by and Clare quickly went on into an open door which was obviously one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind them but not switching on any of the lights.
Immediately, Ginger returned to Karen's mouth with her own, searching out the tongue again, and her hands went back under the short dress, pulling the hem up and up to the waist, and grabbing the cheeks of Karen's ass with both hands. Clare, behind Karen, moved to the zip at the top of the dress. The zip came down in one go and hands moved the dress off the shoulders so that it dropped to the floor, leaving Karen in her stockings, shoes and underwear.
Clare Williams' blouse and bra had also ended up on the floor and she nuzzled into Karen's back, pushing her breasts hard into the young shoulders, as Ginger and Karen slobbered at each other's mouths.
'Oh Karen, I've never got over your beautiful body since the day at the surgery,' murmured Clare as she licked and nibbled at the body in front of her.
'I want you again, to explore you and bring you more pleasure---oh, you gorgeous creature!!' and as she mumbled the words, she was snapping open the pretty bra holding Karen's firm breasts in place. Karen, becoming fully embroiled in the erotic atmosphere, had pushed her hand inside Ginger's tight pants as they continued their french-kissing, and she began to push her fingers up into the open lips of the willing cunt.
'Christ Clare, she's rampant and wants it, don't you Karen? Thank God you arrived. We couldn't wait for you to get here-you are a little minx aren't you? Take her over to the bed Clare,' and the two older women led their 'captive' over to a large double bed against the wall on the far side of the room.
The duvet was puffy, warm and inviting and Karen was gently pushed onto her back as the two women sat either side of her on the edge of the bed. They ran their hands up the stockinged thighs, caressing the nylon and skin, and they gently eased the legs apart so that they were able to move onto the sodden panties that had been pulled up tightly into Karen's pubic area.
Karen felt exhilarated once more. She remembered the way that Clare Williams had taken control at the surgery, even directing the actions of Rodney Smith, and now she was willing to be subservient once more, be controlled, obey any instructions and give in to all the erotic sensations that might come her way. Christmas had been quiet, with no family to share it with, and she had not been to a party apart from a few drinks with friends at the gym just before Christmas. She had missed the bodily needs of a young woman, and had had to make do with pleasuring herself when the need arose, so now she was willing to enjoy whatever intrusions might be sought from her. She knew Clare Williams was discreet, although Ginger seemed to be aware of previous dalliances, but she was happy to cast caution to the wind and enjoy the evening for what it had to offer.
Karen bent her legs up slightly as the hands concentrated their movements on her panties and pubic hairs, and she quite willingly opened a little wider to give further blessing to the indecent assault. Her confidence and the ability to dictate what might happen grew with each second, and she wanted to show Clare Williams that she could call the shots as well as take them. She wanted to tease the Doctor and her friend, make them beg for pleasure from her young body, so that they felt privileged to be allowed to explore its nakedness and suppleness.
She, more than anything, wanted to orgasm with a fine weapon deep inside her, but she was prepared to play the waiting game, egg on the two older women so that they were desperate to do anything to fulfil their own desperate needs.
'You want me to be naughty, don't you, you want me to do whatever you tell me, don't you?' Karen stated firmly. 'You want my firm body to play with, and you think I will just submit to anything, don't you? Well, you will have to be patient yourselves, just for a while.'
Clare and Ginger looked a little surprised, but continued exploring Karen's cunt lips and pubic hair with their fingers, waiting for the young woman to explain herself.
'You like,' continued Karen, addressing Clare, 'to play with bottoms, to explore the cheeks of a firm ass and lick a nice pink anus. Well, I want you to play with Ginger's ass so that I can watch you, Clare,' and Karen lifted herself onto her knees, so that Ginger could move forward herself onto her knees in the centre of the bed, resting her hands before her.
'Go on Clare,' and Karen slowly peeled the tight panties, at Ginger's waist, down over the round cheeks of her ass and on down her thighs. Clare moved up behind Ginger and began to caress the inviting orbs that pointed partly towards the ceiling. Karen was enjoying this, giving instruction to the two older women, and she contented herself with sitting on the edge of the bed, gently playing her fingers inside her own wet panties.
After only a few seconds, Clare had darted her tongue out to lick right down the crease between Ginger's straining ass cheeks, and very soon she was lapping hungrily up and down, stopping with every stroke to push that little bit harder into the bud that was the beautiful anus.
'Go on Clare, harder, you love exploring there, don't you-go right into her bum, go on,' encouraged Karen. This was no doubt exciting the two women, and Ginger began to moan and sigh at the intrusion into her ass, and Clare now used her thumbs to hold the cheeks apart so that she could concentrate her tongue on the wet and compliant anus.
'God, Clare, this is fantastic,' and Ginger had dropped her head and shoulders onto the bed which in turn pushed her ass even more towards the ceiling, making Clare's assault much easier. Karen looked intently at the actions going on as she wanted to see Clare Williams' tongue go right into the open hole of Ginger's anus, deeper with each lick, Clare's thumbs now holding the ass open as far as possible.
Deep moaning now came continuously from Ginger's lips, and she tried to keep her bottom absolutely still as she felt the tongue going deep inside her rear, pushing against her soft interior skin. Soaking wet, the succulent anus was now ready for further assault, and Clare licked her finger and tentatively pushed in between the lips of the open anus, finding the entry easy, and pushing in a little further.
'Christ, go on,' moaned Ginger, and Clare pushed in a second digit, and together they went in as far as the hand would allow.
'Yes, yes, ohhhhhhh, yes,' continued the moaning, and the fingers began to push in and out, as though a vibrator was inside the open ass-hole, thrusting and pulsating away. The thrusting continued and Ginger began to wet herself, her cunt dripping madly and unhindered onto the duvet.
'Go on, Clare, keep screwing her ass, harder' encouraged Karen from her vantage point only a few inches away. Clare's breasts swung too and fro madly as she was putting all her energy into the two fingered assault on Ginger's bottom, and it wasn't long before Ginger was screaming with ecstasy, thrusting her bottom backwards to meet each thrust into her ass, until she gave one almighty scream, and then started to suck in the air in short breaths, her body sagging down-the signs obviously of a shattering orgasm firing through her entire body. Her cunt and ass involuntarily opened and closed quickly for a few seconds, and then she was completely spent, collapsing onto the bed below her.
This had been too much for Karen, watching the exciting climax of the ginger woman on her knees, and she had looked on the nearby dressing table for suitable assistance. The bottle of perfume was ideal, she thought, beautifully shaped, and thick enough, and very soon it was between her open legs, being eased up and down her own cunt lips before she made the effort to take off her own panties.
The bottle slid easily into her body, and as Ginger lay panting by her side, Karen lay back and eased the perfume bottle up inside her and began to enjoy the thrustings of her own masturbation. It was a glorious feeling, thought Karen, as she continued to pleasure herself, but Clare was quickly on hand to assist.
'Did you enjoy that, Karen, did you enjoy watching Ginger's ass being opened wide,' and as she spoke she stood at the side of the bed and lifted Karen's legs back up in the air and held them up, at right angles to her body and over her.
'Yes, oh yes, it was wonderful,' and Karen's hand was working hard at thrusting the perfume bottle deeply into her cunt, while her other hand was toying with her clitoris in the midst of her wet hairs.
As Clare held the legs wide enough to allow the perfume bottle to move freely in and out of its hiding place, the door clicked open and a shaft of light shot across the room before disappearing again as the door closed. Three people had entered the room, two men and a woman and there was no doubt that it was the young woman who had been so gainfully occupied on the stairs. However, her partners did not include the middle aged man, her previous partner, but two other men.
This entrance didn't stop Karen's movements in any way, but the attention of the men was immediately drawn to her on the bed, her legs being held wide apart and the frantic motions being administered deep in her cunt. Whilst gaping at the erotic scene, the two men held the young woman tightly by each wrist, and then took her over to the dressing table which stood against another wall of the bedroom.
The dressing table was a big oak piece of furniture, with a huge mirror, large, solid drawers, and a large area of polished wood as its 'working' top. A large wooden chair with hefty legs was pushed in underneath it. Although the room was unlit, after a few minutes the street lights coming through the window, coupled with the light from around the door, made it possible for each person to make out the shapes and actions of the others in the room, but it was made all the more easier when one of the men switched on a little table lamp on the dressing table.
'Kneel on the chair,' growled one of the men, as he pulled the oak chair round so that it was against the dresser but facing outwards. The three women on the bed were able to see the men more clearly now. They were both in their twenties, a blonde, six footer of only about 21, handsome with broad shoulders, while the other was nearer thirty, dark and swarthy but only about 5'10.
Ginger, who had recovered from the assault on her ass, now shuffled the few inches on her knees to the area of so much movement between Karen's legs. She eased the perfume bottle from Karen's hand and lowered her head down, flicking her tongue out to lick at the luscious open lips of the inviting cunt.
'Keep holding her, Clare,' muttered Ginger, and Clare continued to hold wide the stunning nylon clad legs, so that Ginger could explore and lick and caress with ease the woman on her back. This was just what Karen needed, as she had built up towards a pinnacle with the use of her fingers and the bottle, and to get Ginger between her legs to lick her quite voluntarily was like 7th heaven. She immediately held Ginger's head in place and began to groan as the soft tongue went up and down her lips and pushed them open to explore the inner wet walls.
'You like this, don't you Karen,' enthused Clare Williams. 'You like being the centre of attention, don't you?'
'Yes, yes, oh it's marvellous, ooooohhhh yes. Christ, don't you stop,' and Karen was panting hard now, gasping for breath and almost thrusting Ginger's head onto the gaping, inflamed area between her legs.
"Stop, Ginger,' instructed Clare.
'No, no, please don't stop!!'
'Stop, for just a moment,' and Ginger lifted her head briefly in spite of Karen's efforts to hold her in place. 'We wanted you to come this evening, Karen, and a lot of people have been looking forward to your presence. Your young, shapely body is admired by many people, and we thought it would be a good idea if we introduced you to some of our friends, so that you could enjoy their pleasures, and you could be introduced to some of the most thrilling elements of giving yourself. We want you to experience joys with your body that you have only read about or only seen in your wildest dreams. Nothing that happens at this party tonight is ever discussed outside of these friends, and you will be expected to abide by that rule. Do you understand, Karen?'
'Oh yes, I do. Lick me some more, please, oh please'
'In a moment, Karen. Patience! You will experience wonderful sensations, and you will see people enjoying themselves in an erotic manner, and you will, without exception, give yourself, without question, if necessary. Do you understand that Karen. Do you?'
'Yes, yes I do. Oh please, just carry on licking me. I'll do whatever you want me to. Just please, please, lick me some more.'
Clare gripped Karen's legs apart once more, and Ginger lowered her head to carry on the assault in and around the succulent cunt. In went her tongue, pushing the lips apart, and going in as deep as the length of her tongue would allow.
'Stay there and don't move' the swarthy man growled at the young woman once more, and she was now in position, kneeling on the chair with her hands and wrists resting on the oak desk for support, her face occasionally looking into the large mirror, but most of the time it just hung loosely from her shoulders. She obeyed and didn't move, but the two men moved nearer the bed to watch as Ginger lapped at Karen's luscious body, the view quite clear as Clare held the magnificent legs wide apart.
Swarthy man spoke again. 'So this is Karen, then. She's here to be obedient then, Clare?'
'Oh yes, isn't she beautiful,' replied the Doctor, 'and she really does want to please her hosts and friends as much as she can, don't you Karen.' Karen's head was lolling back and forth in ecstasy as Ginger was using her fingers and tongue to keep Karen's cunt lips apart, as she explored the inner depths of the young body, at the same time teasing the rock-like clitoris that stood out, begging for attention.
'Don't you Karen,' Clare repeated.
'Oh yes, yes, Christ this is fantastic,' and her hips moved up off the bed, she wanted that long tongue and fingers inside her so much.
'Perhaps she needs a little extra something, to stop her getting quite so excited,' whispered Swarthy man, and as he spoke he was unzipping his trousers and moving across the bed to where Karen's head was thrashing about. He held Karen's blonde hair, and gently moved her head up a few inches to meet him, before prodding himself at her groaning lips.
Karen quickly looked him in the eyes, and then opened her lips to allow the solid cock to pass smoothly into her waiting mouth. She took one of her hands away from Ginger's head, and grasped at the cock running in and out between her lips, guiding it into her, squeezing and pulling at the weapon and sucking her lips tightly round it as it pushed her cheeks out, and then retreated to start its entry once more.
Karen felt incredibly rampant-she hadn't really wanted to come to the party, but had made the effort, and here she was sucking hard on a complete stranger's cock, while another complete stranger was lapping away between her legs, bringing her all sorts of wonderful sensations--and she didn't want any of it to stop. Karen thought about the attractive young woman kneeling on the chair-what was going to happen to her, why was she kneeling on the chair, staying quite still as ordered.
Then Karen's mind returned to the sensations between her legs, Ginger's fingers now up inside her, as well as concentrating on taking this solid cock down into her throat every other second.
It wasn't taking long for Swarthy man to lose his control, and Karen could feel the tempo increase quite dramatically. He was holding her head quite firmly now, pulling her onto the piston flying in and out of her mouth at speed, trying to get into her throat deeper with each thrust.
He gasped through his teeth as he pushed harder and faster, his pubic hairs pushing against Karen's lips as he filled her up with each desperate stroke. He suddenly held himself inside her mouth, and Karen knew that he was there, climaxing, and almost at once, as she nearly choked on the cock filling her mouth, the first gush hit the back of her throat, and she had to swallow hard, gulping with each spurt that hit her, only for a few seconds, as Swarthy man was soon spent and leaning back.
He was quiet for a few seconds, smiling down at Karen as she finished swallowing and licking her lips, and he knelt, motionless, above her.
'You're very good, Karen,' but Karen's eyes were closed again as Ginger continued the exploration between the stocking clad legs. There was no doubt that Karen was heading towards a wonderful pinnacle of her own, and the taste in her mouth from the liquid refreshment she'd just received was something that added to her own dirty eroticism.
'Harder, harder, lick me harder,' but Ginger suddenly lifted her head and wiped her sodden lips with the back of her hand.
'You want something to fill you, Karen. That's what you ought to have now, isn't it? To finish you off completely, for the time being,' instructed Clare Williams. She had obviously made an indication to the blonde giant while Karen had her eyes closed, as the young man had already taken his jeans off, moving onto the bed and in between the legs that Clare was still holding up and open.
The young cock looked wonderful to Karen as it protruded from his firm, slim body, and the young man held it gently, guiding it towards the beautiful young blonde woman waiting, open, before him. Before continuing, he unbuttoned his gleaming, white shirt and threw it to the floor to reveal a muscular, broad chest on his young torso, and Karen drooled over the wonderful body that was about to envelop her. She had reached out to caress the thick, hard penis that was pointing at her, and Karen gently pulled it towards her wet cunt, sliding it between her lips and, as she did so, Clare released her legs so that the blonde man could lower himself over Karen's luscious body.
As she was penetrated, Karen let out a sharp gasp of breath, and her legs immediately came up and round the blonde man's back.
'Christ, oh my God,' she hissed, and she felt the wonderful weapon lunge in to the far reaches of her open body, and then the couple were straight into a frantic rhythm, in out, in out, in out, and each time the young man lunged forward into Karen's body, she let out a little yelp of appreciation.
'Is that nice, Karen,' whispered Clare Williams. 'Is that what you really wanted, a nice adult cock up inside you,' and Clare took Karen's wrists and just held them on the bed above her head, so that all could see Karen's blonde hair thrashing about from side to side, and also watch the man hold himself above her as his bottom moved up and down firmly, pushing in hard with each thrust up into Karen.
'Harder, fuck her harder,' insisted Clare, and Ginger moved to stand over the blonde man and caress his tight, naked bottom, and assist him with his thrusts into Karen's cunt. As well as pushing, Ginger caressed and pinched and squeezed, and occasionally licked the wonderful, young ass that was now pummelling away between Karen's legs, and this spurred him on with greater urgency, but he never looked at any time as though he was heading towards a final climax-he just kept pounding up and into Karen, relentlessly and forcefully, hitting her inner walls continuously with perfect accuracy.
This is out of this world, thought Karen. She had not been fucked like this for months and months and now, on top of this wonderful intrusion, she was also being watched and controlled and admired, adding tremendous excitement and eroticism to her experience. She had almost reached the top when Ginger had been licking her, and now she was determined not to miss out again. She tightened her grip around the Adonis's back with her legs, and hung on for dear life as he moved up and crashed back down into her with each thrust. Karen also tried to push up with her hips to meet his every thrust, and she was gurgling and moaning and gasping, as the two bodies crashed into one another in their efforts.
'Uh, uuugh, uhh,' moaned Karen from her open mouth, and she was almost there, rushing towards the orgasm that she had craved.
'Yes, yes, yes, Christ, ohhhhh yes,' and Clare held Karen's wrists firmly on the bed as the young woman writhed about, out of control, the climax pulsating through every inch of her body, causing her waist to jerk up from the bed a number of times, as her legs slowly slid from around her aggressor's back and slumped open onto the bed.
The blonde man still held himself inside Karen as she subsided into stillness. What a wonderful fuck, thought the gasping Karen. What a beautiful young cock, and she realised that it was the first time that a person one or two years younger than herself had penetrated her body. His strength, his endurance and his mature eagerness had heightened the experience for her, and yet he was still ready for more, his fiery cock still standing to attention, gleaming in the dim light.
As Blondy slipped out of Karen's body, she could see Swarthy man smiling at her from a few feet away, but instead of approaching her for his own further enjoyment, he bent down and found his trousers that had been thrown to the floor a short while previously. He grabbed them and unlaced the thick, leather belt from around the waist and then let the trousers drop to the floor once more.
'Now Karen, you enjoyed that didn't you,' started Clare. 'Be patient and your time will come again, but enjoy the relaxation,' and they both watched Swarthy face as he moved over to the large dressing table.
The young woman in her 20s remained kneeling on the chair, fully dressed but with her shapely legs and stocking tops exposed. Swarthy approached her and rubbed his hand roughly over her bottom, dragging the hem of the dress up to reveal the whites of her firm thighs, the tight panties only half covering the wonderful twin orbs of her ass, and the black suspender belt holding the nylons in place.
'Thrust that bottom out,' he instructed the young woman, and he put a hand into the small of her back to lower her waist and push her ass up into a jutting position. He then pulled the dress up even further, so that the hem nestled in the small of her back, and then she lowered her head onto her wrists resting on the flat of the oak top. She was obviously making herself comfortable and probably realised that her time had come.
'What is it now, Jennifer,' he growled. 'What is it that you get now, young lady?' and he drew the folded belt gently across the beautiful bottom that looked up towards him.
'Beaten. A beating on my bottom.'
'Sir, don't you say Sir if you want a beating?'
'Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir.'
'You like having your bottom smacked and beaten, don't you Jennifer?'
'Yes Sir'.
'And you like other people watching you having your bottom beaten, don't you?'
'Yes Sir, I like to be watched as I'm beaten,' and as she spoke, Swarthy lowered her panties down over her cheeks, and let them stay caught between her thighs just above her knees. He caressed her ass again with the heavy belt and then stood to the side of the young woman before drawing back the weapon. The others in the room watched expectantly and eagerly.
The whistle through the air came only a split second before the 'thrash' was heard of the belt landing squarely and harshly on the firm cheeks, and Jennifer let out a first cry of anguish. There was no building up to the intensity of the strokes-Swarthy had hit the cheeks with full force from the word go.
'Whack!!' and the second one landed in almost the same place, right across the shapely ass, which showed a red blotch already.
'You like this, don't you young lady,' murmured Swarthy, as he drew back again before unleashing the belt into its target.
'Ouchhh, Christ... yes, uuum,' and the woman's ass wobbled a little from side to side to try and counteract the pain, but she didn't move her position, and kept her cheeks thrusting up into the air, waiting for the next stroke. The assault carried on, and each spectator could hear, and see clearly, the erotic beating being performed at the oak dresser.
'Uuuuggh,' muttered Jennifer again, as yet another stripe from the belt made its harsh imprint into her cheeks.
Karen watched avidly, remembering her beating at the surgery at the hands of the two Doctors, and her hand strayed down between her legs as she now knelt on her knees on the bed to get a clearer look. She felt Clare at her side and then the Doctor was whispering in her ear,
'You'd like to be on that chair, wouldn't you, Karen, getting your bottom smacked. You'd like to be beaten again, wouldn't you,' and she let her hand wander down Karen's back onto her naked ass, before grasping a cheek and really squeezing and pinching it hard, as though just giving her a little reminder of the experience.
'Perhaps,' is all that Karen replied, and her hand busied itself a little harder between her pubic hairs, and around the lips of her cunt, as another 'whack' could be seen landing on the female body kneeling on the chair.
'First things first, though Karen--come with us now,' instructed Clare.
Clare and Ginger again led Karen, by her arms, from the bed and towards the door, leaving her clothes strewn on the bedroom floor. Wearing only her high heels, stockings and suspenders, Karen was led out onto the landing and back down the stairs to the ground floor of the house where the music was still beating out, and smoky rooms were still full of gyrating bodies.
At a cream painted door at the end of the passage, Clare stopped and carefully turned the brass handle and the three women entered the darkened room. As she closed the door behind them, Clare turned Karen to face the closed door and within a split second, Karen felt a leather choker being attached round her neck--it wasn't tight but it was certainly secure, and she also felt a longish leather lead, hanging from the choker, down her back.
'Keep facing the door, Karen, there's a good girl,' said Clare in her ear.
As Clare spoke, Ginger was on her knees attaching two leather straps round Karen's ankles, and between the straps was attached a silver chain no more than a foot long. Lastly, Clare placed a soft, velvet blindfold across Karen's eyes before turning her round and gently tugging on the lead.
'I'm going to lead you now, Karen, just like a beautiful pet ---do you understand?'
'Yes, yes, I understand.' Karen was excited but apprehensive as she felt the tautness of the lead on the choker.
'On your knees then, Karen, just like my little pet,' and Karen obeyed, going down onto all fours and enjoying Clare's sudden touch, as she ran her fingers along Karen's back, caressing her bottom, and then coming back to run her hand through the blonde hair hanging loosely from Karen's head.
There had not seemed to be any noise coming from the room, but Karen had not seen into the darkened room at all before the blindfold had been put in place, so she was completely unaware of who might be watching, or what might happen-she just had to follow her mistress's lead.
Gently, Clare led Karen by the lead, and as she shuffled across the carpet, the chain between her ankles rattled noisily, until a large smooth hand held Karen's chin and guided it forward, and then there was the unmistakable feel of an erect penis pushing at her lips.
'Open, Karen, open your mouth,' and Karen opened her lips to allow the hard, strong cock to pass into her mouth.
A hand grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head onto the rampant cock, but at the same time, another pair of hands began to caress the cheeks of her bottom, pulling the orbs apart and then fingering the wet cunt lips at the rear of her body.
Yet another two hands grabbed Karen's swinging breasts and began to squeeze them, playing with the nipples, pushing them, pulling them, and all the time the hand was holding her head down over the cock in her mouth.
Suddenly, the lead was tugged and Karen's head was pulled away from the cock, and she was shuffled along a little further, until another hand held her head as a second cock was introduced to her open mouth. Karen again began to give 'head' to the weapon in her mouth, but then excitement mounted as she felt a soft hand between her cunt lips again.
The hand gently played in her lips and gradually two, three and then four fingers were entering her body. She felt the thumb join the fingers, and slowly the hand pushed forwards, entering deeply into her cunt, all the way, the whole fist going further and further in, until Karen could feel the whole of the female's fist right inside her, up to the wrist bone.
'Ummm,' came a little gurgle from her throat. Karen's ankles were restricted by the chain, but she managed to get her knees quite a few inches apart, so that she could feel the hand up inside her quite comfortably, and she moved her waist rhythmically as the fist toyed with her body, gently pushing and then easing off, before pushing into Karen's insides again.
The cock in her mouth was lunging into her throat now, the hand holding her head firmly down, so that each stroke pushed the cock to the back of the mouth, and Karen's cheeks puffed out with the effort. She felt incredibly horny and randy, and she was certainly finding this new experience fantastically erotic, her body completely on fire now.
Clare's voice broke the silence-'Now do it to her Ginger, make her do it, go on. I'll hold it for you.'
My God, thought Karen, what are they going to do? The soft fist up inside Karen's cunt slowly withdrew, and then Karen felt a warm mouth on her anus, licking and pushing with the tongue.
The cock in Karen's mouth suddenly stopped moving, and then was held in her throat as it exploded, warm liquid firing against the back of Karen's mouth and dribbling down into her throat, while she swallowed profusely but gleefully--she was getting good at this, she thought, and was quite happy to take as much 'cum' as was on offer, but the motions at her ass were grabbing her attention now.
A finger was slowly inserted into her anus, and then another, and the two fingers gently pulled apart, opening Karen's ass so that it was gaping. The fingers eased, and then they pulled again, opening Karen once more, and then the tongue returned to push into the opening-this is out of this world, thought Karen, and she knew she was the centre of attention, and she didn't care.
Suddenly, Karen felt a hard object prodding at her ass hole, round and probably wooden, and then it was pushing at her pink anus. Two hands were holding the cheeks of her bottom apart while the weapon gently pushed at her wet ass, and then it pushed a little harder and 'ooohh'-it was inside her. She had 'lost' the flaccid cock in her mouth, and was resting her head gently on the settee in front of her, concentrating on the firm, round weapon that had been inserted into her bottom.
Karen began to breath heavily as, inch by glorious inch, she felt the weapon move solidly up into her bottom, withdrawing a couple of inches, before being moved back towards the centre of her body.
'Oh my God, ohhhh..., oh Christ,' she moaned, as she felt the other two hands holding the cheeks of her ass wide apart.
'Now Ginger, now do it,' instructed Clare Williams. Clare took over holding the rolling pin inside Karen's ass, and Ginger concentrated on Karen's streaming cunt.
With one hand, Ginger held the lips of Karen's cunt apart, and with the fingers of her other hand, Ginger concentrated on the wet, pink layers of skin within the walls of Karen's delicious cunt. She began to caress them in various motions, up and down, round and round, squeezing, pinching, then caressing them again, then rubbing hard, then pushing two fingers deep within the cunt, then back to caressing the layers again.
Ginger pulled at the skin, and concentrated on one particular spot right in the centre, rubbing frantically up and down, and round and around. Karen was sighing heavily and breathing ever more deeply, and Clare added encouragement by pushing the hard, wooden weapon in and out of her anus once or twice with fervour.
'Go on Karen, there's a good girl,' and Ginger kept up the torment, knowing that sooner or later, Karen would have to succumb to the torture.
'Ohhhhh no, no, my Goooo...I can't heeee...Ohhhh nooo!!' and Ginger felt a drop of wetness on her fingers as she continued the incessant rubbing. The drop turned into a trickle as Karen began to wet herself, a little spurt shooting out from between her legs, and then two or three more golden spurts, and then Ginger just held her hand in Karen's pubic bush, and allowed the young woman to 'wee' over her hand at will.
'That's it Karen,' encouraged Clare again 'Just wet yourself properly, that's wonderful,' and Ginger took her hand away and watched as the young blonde woman emitted short, wet bursts of her own fluids onto the carpet below.
It was over very quickly, but during the few seconds, Karen had become almost orgasmic as she had lost control of herself, and allowed her body to give in to itself in front of this unknown audience. On a chain lead and with her ankles shackled, she wondered what else lay in store for her at this weird party, but then she didn't really care--she could go on holiday for 6 months if she wanted to-disappear completely with all that money she had--she was answerable to no-one.
The rolling pin still played in her bottom, giving Karen wonderful sensations for a little while longer, and then Clare eased the thick weapon out gently, allowing Karen's anus to 'breathe' open and close involuntarily for a few seconds, before only the heaving motions of Karen's glorious body could be seen kneeling against the settee.
'Karen, you've wet the carpet, haven't you, you naughty young lady,' said Clare Williams, sternly. 'Haven't you?!!,' and she slapped the exposed cheeks of Karen's ass with the end of the leash that was attached to the choker round Karen's neck.
'Yes, yes, I have,' blurted Karen.
'You'll have to be punished for that, won't you, young lady?' and the leash was struck across the two beautiful cheeks of the bottom once more, before Clare gently tugged on the leash and turned towards the door of the room, and Karen had to shuffle her hands and knees across the carpet, following the pair of legs in front of her.
The blindfold was still in place over Karen's eyes, but she heard the door open and could tell that a shaft of light had entered. She was led slowly into the hall where the floor felt rougher on Karen's knees, and then Clare turned to speak to her.
Will there be more for the poor girl??