Cruising With Karen:Part 1 - Sex Stories

Cruising With Karen:Part 1

... garment float to the floor. Dieter unfastened her bra, slid his hands in the cups, and, it too, slipped to the floor. His large hands hefted each breast before tweaking her nipples to hardness, all the while explaining ‘the rules.' “You are to always refer to me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ You are always to do exactly as I tell you. You are never to question my decisions.” He picked up a leather collar and fastened it snugly around her throat. Sewn on the front of the leather, it read, OWNED. “You are to wear this collar for the entire week. You must never take it off. You must obey Inge as well. You will sleep naked. And most important of all, your friend Grey cannot fuck you without my permission.” The last order was a bit of a shock and it registered on Karen’s face. “Understand?” Clearly disappointed, but eager for this new experience, she replied, “Yes.” Dieter frowned, pinched her left nipple, and snapped, “Yes, what?” “Yes, Sir!” Dieter undressed quickly, showing off a pleasant physique. Tall, white blonde hair, an engaging smile, and Liam Neeson-like ruggedness, he made for excellent eye candy. What was most notable, however, was his manhood, not overly long, but thick, with a wicked curve that looked like it would find a woman’s G-spot without much effort. Karen smiled at the prospect of fucking that cock. Dieter slid his hands from her breasts, unzipped her skirt and helped her off with her panties, holding them up to his nose and inhaling her musky scent. “Ready for ...

... fun, I see.” He said before he told her to lie down on the bed. He fastened her ankles with Velcro straps, followed by her right wrist. Leaning over her, he fastened the other wrist, leaving her totally vulnerable. In the process of the final fastening his cock was an inch from her face. She admired, close-up, the taut stretched skin of his shaft, the bulging veins, like a roadmap crisscrossing his cock, helping to maintain his rigidity, and, finally, the glistening drop of pre-cum weeping from his slit. She thought briefly of lifting her head and slipping that glorious rod into her mouth and tasting his essence, but decided against it. “Well Karen, you have passed the first test!” he said, “You didn’t go for the bait! For that you will be rewarded.” He reached down, squeezed his shaft, swiping the droplet of pre-cum onto his finger and slid it into her mouth. Karen vigorously sucked on his digit, her tongue wiping the liquid from his finger and moaning quietly as she did so. Removing the finger, he traced it over her chin, down her neck, between her breasts, across her belly, through her tight red curls and into her moist cunt. She let out a sigh as he delved deep inside her, wiggling and scratching. She squirmed as her cunt muscles massaged his thick finger. He pulled out, this time licking the finger himself, smiling as he said, “Delicious!” He pulled a piece of jewelry from the side table and examined it, briefly. Two clips attached by a silver swag. “This is for you. You ...