Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Karen at the crossroads: Pt. 01

... might be free?"

"Tonight?" Karen thought of dissembling but she was hopeless at that. "I was having a quiet night in. You know how I don't like to work more than a couple of times a week."

"I see. I have you on a rest day," Erica chuckled. "I don't want to intrude..."

"You're not. You are welcome any time, mia casa su casa. I'd love to see you. Truly, it's just that you caught me while I was a little distracted."

Erika laughed.

"Giving missy some needed attention?"

"Something like that. Your are a wicked one. Why don't come to my apartment for supper? When can you get here?"

"My meeting's at three and it should go at least three hours. Then, knowing I'm seeing you will mean I won't waste time on small talk. I'd like to freshen up. What about 7:30. Can I bring anything, Wine?"

"Just bring yourself, and maybe a bottle. You have such good taste. I'm so looking forward to seeing you. I really am."

"Me too. Kisses and hugs, darling."

Karen turned the hot water on and felt it surround her feet, legs, quim, ass and when it got to her tummy she turned it off and swirled it round with her legs and arms. Erika, invaded her thoughts. She was the only one she'd not taken money from and had, on their second meeting, returned it to her after a glorious night of love making. Karen's business had boomed. She hadn't had to endure many bores and sometimes the sex had been variable, but she'd had a trip to Paris, first class, and on the journey to the city of love ...

... she'd joined the mile high club, though she still blushed at the thought of that gorgeous stewardess catching her in flagrante with her client's head between her legs. She chuckled. The stewardess has looked at her, smiled as she winked and left.

"I should have invited her to join us," she thought.

But Karen hadn't really connected with anyone quite the way she had with Erika. There had been something real and felt in their lovemaking; it wasn't just pleasurable sex. Now the prospect of seeing her again raised all those questions about her commitment to whoredom, a status she now fully accepted, and stirred her feelings for Erika, feeling that she'd kept under a tight lid since.

The Bach had finished and Karen wondered what next to play. She scrolled down Jarrett's play list and chose his version of the Shostakovich Preludes and Fugues, a favourite. She lay back in the bath and although she wanted to think about the coming evening with Erika her thoughts retuned to Allegra, her dominant Italian lover, a woman who had fucked her brains out the night before.

*

By the time Allegra had finished, she had two fingers up Karen's ass and was fucking it vigorously. Karen was twisting on the bed. Allegra's mouth had latched onto her clit and was alternatively stabbing and dancing across its surface. With her other hand she had two fingers, which she crossed, in Karen's cunt, which she turned, thereby hitting her g-spot. Karen's orgasm was reaching its peak and she felt ...