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Kara's Abduction, Part 5
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Chapter 5. Hidden Awakenings.
Robert helped me from the bed, and we quickly
dressed to go upstairs. We returned to my bedroom so I could
select a nightgown from the many he had purchased for me,
and on the way upstairs, I felt Robert's cum seeping from my
pussy, down over my naked thighs, making them slippery. In
a strange way, I enjoyed the sensation. It made me feel nasty,
something I was growing to enjoy more and more during my
stay here. I found I liked the feeling. A lot.
In my room, I examined the choice of negligees
available to me, and selected a very sexy, very dainty mint
green, lace and satin ensemble, consisting of a baby doll
nightie and matching panties. They were both wispy thin,
and totally transparent. I felt as though I could use a shower
again, especially with Robert's cum staining my thighs, but I
remembered what Robert had said about loving the scent of
an unclean woman, so I simply began dressing in the delicate
lingerie. Robert watched as I donned the nightie, and pulled
the panties up into my sopping crotch. Amazingly, his cock
began to get hard again.
"Let's go to my room, Kara," he smiled, holding out
his hand to me. He kissed me again, and I felt my nostrils
flaring as I smelled my cunt juices on his face. I was
beginning to see what Robert meant about the arousing
powers of the scent of a woman, and I was beginning to
become curious over what it would be like to eat another of
my own sex.
On the way to Robert's room, we unfortunately
encountered Opali in the hallway, coming up the back stairs
from the kitchen. I was mortified, standing there practially
naked. Opali stared at me, grinning, and his cock seemed to
practically jump beneath his white trousers.
"Good evening, Sirt... Kara.... You look lovely, miss,"
he smiled, staring at my naked tits, and my dripping pussy.
There could be no mistaking the wetness at my crotch, and as
Opali stared at it, I found myself spreading my legs, allowing
him to see all of me. My mind was on fire over what I was
doing, shamelessly exhibiting my practically naked, just-fucked body to
this stranger,
this... servent, as though in a
deliciously naughty dream. Yet I was doing just that, and
Robert seemed pleased by it.
"She's lovely, isn't she, Opali. And as good in bed as
she looks, aren't you, my darling."
I was jolted out of my reverie, and my face turned
scarlett again. Opali and Robert chuckled, and Opali said
good night, turning into what was obviously his room. As the
door opened, I was just able to catch a glance of what I was
certain was a young girl, in bed, staring out at us. Then Opali
closed the door and we continued down the hall to Robert's
room. No mention was made of what had just taken place,
and when we entered Robert's room what happened next
made me forget all about Opali.
Robert closed the door to his room, kissed me, then
excused himself and went into the adjoining bathroom,
leaving the door open. I could hear him urinating, and was at
first offended at such crudeness. Then I realized how natural
an act like that must be to a man like Robert. He'd told me
he'd lived for a while in Paris, and I knew from my brief
travels abroad that something like this was not considered
unusual over there. Inexplicably curious, I walked silently
into the bathroom to join him.
He saw me, and smiled, holding out his arm to me. I
went over next to him, and he hugged me as I stared at his
semi-erect cock, and the golden stream it was expelling.
"Hold it, Kara. Gently," he whispered, and I felt
myself reaching out to softly grasp the penis in my fingers,
aiming the flow into the toilet bowl. I felt giddy, lightheaded,
and when Robert kissed me on the cheek, I felt his cock
twitch in my fingers, startling me so much I almost let go of it.
He laughed, and I giggled, punching him on the chest,
embarrassed, feeling like a little girl. He finished, and flushed
the toilet, then took my shoulders, and sat me down on it.
Kneeling before me, he pulled my panties down to my knees,
kissing the inside of each leg just below my thighs.
"Your turn, Kara. Go ahead. Do it. From now on
there are no secrets between us. Even this."
I felt my face turning crimson again as I relaxed my
body, my eyes fluttering between almost closed and almost
open. My stomach was tingling, and I felt faint, but somehow
I managed to do it. I began to release my bladder into the
toilet while Robert knelt there in front of me, watching. In
one way I felt totally humiliated and deeply embarrassed, but
in an exciting, slutty way, I was extremely turned on by the
intensity of what we were sharing together.
When I finished, Robert took a few squares of toilet
tissue from the roll and began gently wiping me with it. I
moaned, and brazenly spread my legs wider for him, giving
him complete access to my wet pussy. He patted me gently,
almost lovingly, rubbing my opening a few times, then
dropped the tissues into the toilet, kissing my thighs again
before getting up.
As he helped me off the toilet a variety of acute
sensations swept over me. Was this intimate sex, or simply
the crudest kind of depravity? Could something this tender
and loving, yet so nasty and perverted be acceptable behavior
for two seemingly intelligent, rational adults? Was I to
condone this, or should I be shocked and repelled? It was all
to much for me to consider, so I simply returned with Robert
to the bedroom, where we fell into bed together.
Robert kissed me again, and I tasted myself on his lips,
the familiar, sweet-sour scent of my femininity strong on his
face. Daringly, I licked his lips and cheeks with my tongue,
detecting the faint flavor of my cunt there. I felt Robert's cock
swelling against my crotch, and when he reached down and
moved my panties aside, I rolled beneath him and wrapped
my legs around his waist.
He entered me easily, and incredibly his cock felt even
larger to me than it had downstairs. I moaned, my head
flopping to one side, then the other as he fucked me. My God
it was glorious. I may have had larger cocks before, but
couldn't really remember one any bigger, and none as thick
as Robert's. It filled my cunt completely, and I bucked my
body up off the bed to get as much of it up inside me as I
could.
"Shhhh... easy, easy little one. Be patient. Don't rush
it, Kara. Let it build up of it's own accord. Good things take
time, especially orgasms. Let's fuck for a very long time, my
darling, slowly... like this... and this...." he sighed, sliding in
and out of me, almost all the way out of me, forcing me to
grasp his waist with my legs to pull him closer to me, and
deeper inside me, but he resisted, waiting until I'd fallen back
down onto the bed again. Then he moved forward, deeper
into me, slowly, oh so fucking, agonizingly slowly, until the
head of his cock was pressed against the back walls of my
vagina, when he would once again begin the slow process of
withdrawal.
Jesus, this man could fuck. Robert was right. Even
though I'd fucked a few guys, I really didn't know much about
the art of lovemaking. Most of the guys I'd let fuck me had
pumped into me as fast as they could, got off, rolled over, and
gone to sleep. Or they acted like they were doing me such a
fucking favor by holding out until I'd come that I couldn't do
it, so I faked it. Guys are such dumb shits, most of the time.
All a girl has to do is groan a few times and they come. Every
time. But not Robert. He was the one in control, I was the
fuckee, not the fucker, and I loved it.
After several minutes of this slow fucking, I felt the
need building in me so badly I had to do more, had to have
all he could give me. I begged Robert to fuck me harder, and
to fill me with his cum again.
"Yes, Kara, I can feel your wetness. You're ready
again, aren't you, my baby. Just as you were when you parted
your legs and showed yourself to Opali. You liked doing that,
didn't you, Kara?" he hissed.
"Yes! I loved it. It made me feel like such a slut,
Robert. It's what you want, isn't it? For me to be a slut. Your
slut."
"Yes, Kara. And so much more, as you'll soon see.
Oh God, I'm... cuming!" Robert groaned, and I felt that
incredible cock swelling inside me again, driving me wild,
driving me so insane I couldn't breathe. I held my breath for
as long as I could while his cock exploded inside me, and
when the fourth or fifth burst of cum erupted inside me, I
came. Oh sweet Jesus, God almighty, did I come.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed, as loudly as I could,
not caring if Opali or anyone else in the fucking world heard
me. I began gasping for breath then, like a fish, lying on a
sun-baked shore, pumping my cunt into Robert as fast as I
could, my body drenched in sweat, my legs aching, heart
pounding, brain searing from the white hot heat of my
orgasm. Finally I felt myself falling, going under, as though I'd
just received a massive injection of Demoral. I laughed to
myself, incredibly happy, as the world turned fuzzy, then
disappeared....
The next morning I awoke in Robert's arms. I could
smell the sex on our bodies, and as quietly as I could slid out
of bed and walked tip-toed into the bathroom, closing the
door as silently possible. I turned on the shower and started
to take off the negligee and panties. Then I realized how
fragrant they must be, and on a whim, stepped into the
shower still wearing them. It felt daring to be standing under
a shower while still partially dressed, and when the warm
water began to relax me, I even peed, right there, standing in
the shower.
I giggled, thinking how proud Robert would be of me if
he knew, when suddenly I felt his arms around me. I jumped,
and screamed, startled out of my wits. He laughed, told me
he was sorry he had frightened me, then kissed me, hugging
me to his body as the water cascaded down over us.
Robert helped me take the negligee and panties off,
then began scrubbing my back with a shower sponge. When
he'd finished doing my back, including the crack of my ass,
he reached around in front of me and squeezed my breasts in
his hands, rubbing them with soap, cupping them beneath his
fingers, fondling me softly. His fingers reached up and
pinched my nipples, and I moaned. I knew I was his from
then on, to use, to abuse, to do anything he wished with, and
he knew it, too.
"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Kara?" he
whispered in my ear. Another of my fantasies, but one I
didn't think I'd ever let anyone fulfill for me. This was
different, however, and I wanted it.
"Yes," I groaned, my voice throaty, hoarse, filled with
longing.
I felt Robert gently push my legs apart, then felt him
inserting something in my ass. I turned to see what it was,
and it appeared to be Vaseline. It felt cool in my ass crack,
and when his fingers slid inside me, coating my anal canal
with the grease, I began masturbating, rubbing my cunt, no
longer concerned with appearances, making no pretense of
how badly I wanted the kind of sex this man continued to give
me.
"Hmmm, yes, my baby, do that, play with your cunt
for me. Ready, darling. Here it comes," Robert gurgled in my
ear. I felt my ass being spread apart, felt the head of his cock
at the entrance to my anus, then felt it sliding into me, filling
me with such an intense pain I thought I would cry. My eyes
filled with tears, and I stopped masturbating. I bent over,
unconscientiously trying to get away from the very cock I
craved, unsure I could stand any more of Robert's cock in my
ass..
"Oh God, Robert, it hurts so BAD!" I whined, then,
comically, wondering for a moment about the correctness of
the grammatic construction of what I'd just said. Should it
have been "badly!" I wondered if I were going mad. How
could anyone be concerned over something so trivial at a
time like this. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard
Robert speaking to me.
"Hold still, Kara. Don't move. Get used to the
sensations. In a moment they will change. You will begin to
love it."
Neither of us moved for an eternity, or even spoke.
The sounds of the water splattering down onto us seemed to
become louder. Then gradually, the pain began to subside, to
be replaced with a different sensation. I began rubbing my
clit again, and like a wanton slut, I begged Robert to "fuck me
in the ass."
He did, moving slowly at first, as the waves of
pleasure-pain began to build in me, washing over me, coming
in me so fast now I felt I would die if Robert didn't come in
my ass.
"Oh my God, Robert, fuck me, FUCK ME, OH GOD
YES, LIKE THAT, JUST LIKE THAT!" I screamed, bent over
obscenely, fucking myself with the fingers of one hand while I
squeezed my nipples with the other. Robert had his hands on
my hips, and was pounding his cock into my ass now, and
from somewhere far off I heard someone groaning in a crazy,
demented wail.
"Oh God, Kara, take it, here it comes, baby, take my
cum!" Robert screamed, and I felt him coming in my ass. I
rubbed my cunt as fast as I could until I, too, was coming,
over and over again, spasming, twitching, jerking my body
around so dangerously I was afraid we'd fall and go crashing
through the glass doors of the shower stall.
Somehow we didn't, and finally Robert withdrew from
my ass, brought me up to his chest, and kissed me, the water
from the shower running over our faces as we kissed. I felt my
breasts slipping over his chest, and felt his strong thighs
pressing against mine until finally we parted.
I looked up at Robert, his dark brown eyes still
smoldering with passion, and I felt a chill, standing there
under the hot water. "I think... I think I'm falling in love you,
Robert," I whispered, and he smiled a knowing smile, and
said, "You'd better, Kara. I've been in love with you for a
very long time...."
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