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Part 4
Ken awoke to the dim light of early morning. Glancing at the clock, he
saw it was 6 o'clock. A little early, but not too bad. He got up and walked
into the bathroom.
While running the razor over his face, he glanced in the mirror and saw the
reflection of the digital clock on the shelf behind him. He finished shaving,
frowned and turned around. The clock said six o'clock. PM. Ken grabbed a
towel, left the bathroom and went into the living room. The clocks in there
agreed with the time in the bathroom and a quick glance showed that the dim
light was that of the setting sun, not the rising sun.
The previous night's activates came rushing back to him. He stood stock
still as the feelings and thoughts of last night - not only the time with Lea,
but the time spent with Genie and Jane played through his brain.
Ken walked over to the couch and sat down. This was all a bit
overwhelming and he wasn't sure he believed his memories. Of course, all he
had to do is look down at his finger and see Her ring. It was there - copper
and green, Her colors. Finally, Ken's stomach started to growl and as he stood
and headed for the kitchen, the phone rang. He detoured and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hi," came a cheery voice from the other end. "Missed you at work
today." It was Jane. Ken found himself uncharacteristically shy. While he
was sure she didn't remembered anything, his new found knowledge of her true
sexual nature made him feel awkward.
"Um yeah. Something came up last night, and I got in too late to come
to work."
Jane gave a throaty little purr. "Mmmm. I wonder what it was that
came up? I had all sorts of interesting dreams last night. You were even in
them."
Ken paled. No way! Lea assured him that Jane wouldn't remember a
thing! In a corner of his brain, he heard Lea's light laughter and the words,
"That's not exactly what I said."
"Uh, Ken? You still with me?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just got up and haven't gotten my shower or food or
anything, I'm a little out of it.," he admitted. That was an understatement.
"My, my. Must have been some night. Why don't you tell me about it
over dinner?"
Ken had no intention of going to dinner with Jane. They were coworkers
after all, and after last night, he needed a little time before facing her. She
was quite persuasive though, and he found himself agreeing to meet her in half
an hour at a restaurant near by.
He showered, dressed and left, still in a bit of a fog. It lifted
rapidly as he drove to the restaurant and he realized he felt good. No, he felt
great. He wondered though, what he should do about this dinner thing. It
wasn't too late to back out - he could call her cell phone. But he had the
feeling that it would be a big mistake to do that. He couldn't quite define
what sort of a mistake, but a mistake none the less. He liked Jane, more than a
little. Ken knew that he needed some time to come to grips with
the changes in his life. He knew with complete certainty that last night had
not been a dream and that his life had changed in some very fundamental, and
mostly unknown, ways. Well, he'd call in sick tomorrow as well. Take the day.
Spend it on the beach or something. True, it would be a Mental Health day, but
fuck it. One didn't meet a Goddess every day. It occurred to him that he
didn't know how to contact Lea. Perhaps she could only come to him in dreams?
No, that wasn't right. She'd be there in person at the mall.
He was still thinking about it when he pulled into the parking lot. The
restaurant was dim and, unfortunately, the bar was right near the front - which
meant that the air was filled with cigarette smoke. Ken was not into smoking
and the smell made him wrinkle his nose as he scanned the area for Jane. He
spotted her, there was a guy with her at the bar. She saw him, smiled and waved
him over. Ken was surprised to see her with someone. She hadn't
told him that there would be three for dinner, plus he knew that she was
currently seeing a woman. The man frowned as Ken approached and Jane stood
giving him a hug. This was sort of a surprise, but her body was warm and firm
and he hugged her back. Her scent brought back memories of last night, which
started to have an effect on his cock. "Ahem," came the noise
of the man clearing his throat. "The lady and I were having a conversation."
Jane release Ken and turned toward the man, "You were having a conversation. I
was waiting for someone - which I made very clear." The man
stood, looking somewhat put out, "Hey, I bought you a drink."
"Which," she replied, "you'll note I didn't touch." She turned more fully
toward him, clasping Ken's hand in hers, and said, "Perhaps next time you'll ask
before buying someone something. Thank you anyway." They
left the man, who was looking even more disgruntled, and Jane told the hostess
she they were ready for their table. Ken was surprise that they were led right
to a table since the place was very crowded. He took a good
look at Jane as he held her chair for her. No wonder the guy was pissed. She
looked very hot. Skin tight jeans molded to her long legs and outlined her
beautiful ass, and her high heels only accentuated her slim form. Her cream
colored top outlined her breasts, cupping the bottoms and showing quite a bit of
the tops. Just a hint of her large nipples were poking through her lace bra -
which he could see easily from the top as she sat down and he pushed her chair
in. He caught another whiff of her perfume and realized that it wasn't actually
perfume. It was her natural scent, something he wouldn't have known if they
hadn't spent so much 'time' together last night. "Thank you Ken,"
she smiled as he sat. "You're welcome. I hope that that guy
wasn't giving you too hard a time?" "Ooo," she said leaning
forward and giving him a beautiful view down the front of her top, "are you
going to defend my honor?" Ken chuckled. "Not hardly. My
martial arts days are long over." She blinked and looked at him,
"I didn't know you were into Karate." "Not Karate," he said
picking up his menu, "and it was a long time ago." "Why did
you stop?" "Oh you know, people get older, the joints and
stuff start to go." She smiled, "You're not that old.
C'mon, why did you stop?" This was not a subject Ken wanted to get
into. "I guess I just got bored with it," he lied. Jane
apparently sensed that he wasn't going to say anything else about it and dropped
the subject. They were quiet for a minute, until their waitress came to the
table. Ken did a double take. "Hi. How you folks doing
tonight?" asked the girl. Ken looked at her. No way she was eighteen. In
fact, as he looked at her, he knew she wasn't eighteen - she had just turned
seventeen. But her interest in... Ken abruptly cut the
forming connection between them. He was somewhat startled out of it, in fact,
not having realized that he could stop reading someone. And gods knew he wanted
to read her. Just over five feet tall, she had pale skin, a pixy like face
framed by beautiful red hair. She was very, very slim, and had small breasts.
A cups that she was quite happy with, thank you, and small pink, very sensitive
nipples... Ken blinked. Shit. He was doing it again. Jane was looking at him
with an odd expression on her face. The waitress was just sort of standing
there looking at Ken, her green eyes almost glowing and a red flush spreading
over her pale skin. "Um, do you two know each other?" asked
Jane. "Huh?" said Ken. "No, no, I'm sorry. I was just
distracted." "I bet," smirked Jane. Ally,
which was the waitresses name, seemed to come back to herself - not even
realizing she'd stopped in mid spiel. "So - is there something
I can get for you? Appetizers?" Jane looked at the girl, giving
her a serious once over. Ken could actually feel her arousal, her need to get
on her knees and push Ally's short dress up and... This has
got to stop, thought Ken. I need more control or I'm going to go crazy. Jane's
arousal was actually pretty high, and Ken realized that it wasn't just the fact
that she was attracted to the girl. She was really attracted to him and that
was having an effect on her. The waitress just added to it.
They ordered some appetizers and Ally glided off into the restaurant to put in
the orders. Jane looked at Ken and smiled, a lazy, sexy
smile. Ken was at a loss. Maybe she remembered more of the dream than he'd
thought. Dinner was a comfortable affair, especially considering
how things had started. They talked about many things, and aside from the
incident with Ally, no other strangeness occurred. With one exception. Jane
spotted his ring while speaking to him, stammered and completely lost her train
of thought. She recovered and Ken wondered what that was about. There was also
a low level of sexual tension between them and Ally. She seemed very interested
in both of them. Jane, he knew, found her attractive, as did he. Not that
there was anything that would be done about it. They were eating
dessert when Jane dropped her bombshell. "I remember, you know,"
she said. "Remember what?" "That you are now my
Master." What?? Ken hadn't said that during the dream. "That's
not what I said..." he stopped short realizing his mistake. She'd been playing
with him all night. Subtly flirting, making sexual innuendos in the quiet,
intimate way that only lovers can. She'd lulled him and set him up and he'd
fallen right into her trap. But how could she know? Had Lea told her? He was
very confused. Jane leaned forward, her eyes burning into his.
"I knew it," she said. Naturally the waitress picked that moment to approach
their table. Without even looking at her, Jane said, "Come back later." Ally
stopped, looked at the two of them and backed away. "Tell me
Ken. How did you do it?" He couldn't tell her the truth, of
course. She'd think he was nuts. But then again, what she was suggesting was
nuts. "Do what? Jane, what are you talking about? And what's
with the Master thing?" She sat back with a smirk on her face.
"Don't play games." He said nothing. "OK,
fine. We'll do it the hard way." "Jane, I have no idea what
you're talking about." "Nice try. You might have even gotten
away with it if you hadn't given it away with your response."
"Jane..." She forestalled him with a raised hand. "Please Ken.
This is too important to me." She paused. "Last night I had the most intense
experience of my life. You came to me in a dream and we had sex. You did
things to me that I'd been longing for for years." Now he
was on firmer ground. She'd admitted it was a dream and he could deny all
knowledge of it. "Jane, I'm flattered that you had a dream about
me, but..." "Ken, please. This is really important to me.
Yesterday you came to my cube and we talked. I remember looking at your hands.
I love hands, they can be so erotic." She actually blushed when she said that.
"Then, last night in my dream, I was looking at them again. And you were
wearing a ring. The ring you have on now. I thought it was just a dream
because I'd have noticed your ring yesterday. When you came here tonight and I
saw it, as crazy as it sounds, I knew that last night was no ordinary dream.
You used me as no man, or woman, ever has and fulfilled me in ways I can't even
describe. And you told me, 'Cum for your Master, and remember who gave you this
orgasm.' I remember. Please, please tell me that I'm not crazy."
Ken looked at her and wondered how he'd fucked up. Apparently, his order, which
he had no idea why he'd given, had followed her out of the dream. Lea had
assured him that wasn't possible. Then, he could feel her presence, a light
touch on his mind, and knew she'd caused it to happen on purpose. He wondered
why. Looking at Jane, he couldn't lie to her. He knew he
should, since she'd think he was nuts. She already thought there was something
strange going on, so maybe she'd be predisposed to believe him. But if he
lied, she'd be very hurt, and the same feeling he'd had when he wanted to cancel
dinner, told him to tell her the truth. But that wasn't going to happen here.
"OK, you're not crazy." Jane crossed her arms, which did
interesting things to her breasts. Ken tried to keep his mind on what was going
on. "I have to know you're not just humoring me," she said. "Tell me something
that happened in the dream. Something specific." Ken closed his
eyes. He remembered every second of the experience, and as he thought about it
he began to get aroused. Hmmm, let's see... "I whipped you,"
he said in a quiet voice. "I told you to remember who gave you your orgasm as I
gave you permission to cum, and I whipped you. You came until you passed out.
At the end of the dream, I left you in a cage wearing a brank."
Jane closed her eyes and shuddered. "Oh my god," she whispered. When they
opened again, her eyes pinned him with a gaze that was filled with sexual heat.
"How? How did you do it?" He sighed and leaned back in his
chair. "Look. This is going to be a long conversation and not one that I want
to have here. We should go somewhere else, OK?" "Fine. But you
promise you'll tell me everything, right?" Ken chuckled.
"For such a little subby you can be real pushy." Jane laughed and
they agreed to return to his place. Ally was motioned over to give them the
check. They left the money and as they stood, she pressed something into Ken's
hand. "If there's any way I can serve you again, please let me
know. I like to think that I can be very pleasing," she said stressing the
words serve and pleasing. The glace into her eyes was a
mistake. Ken was assaulted by an inferno of sexual energy, more than he would
have thought someone so small could produce. Her scent, her presence, her
willingness to get on her knees and suck either one of them overwhelmed him for
a second. He knew her nipples and sex were swollen and she was soaking wet,
despite the several times she'd had to use the bathroom to wipe herself.. She
didn't know why she was so attracted to them, but she wanted - needed to serve
them both. It was a real effort to break the contact. It
seemed as if no time had passed. He smiled as he took the paper with her
contact information and put it away. As they went through the
front of the restaurant, Ken suddenly felt a bit uneasy. He ignored the
feeling; it brought back too many memories. He turned to Jane and even though
he knew that she'd be happy to ride with him, indicated that she should follow
him in her car.
"Since it's such a nice night out, would you like to go to a park that's
near where I live?" he asked. "Sure, that would be nice. A romantic evening
out," she grinned. It was a very warm evening, and as he
drove to the park Ken felt anticipation rising. Would he have sex with Jane
tonight? If he did, after what they'd experienced last night, would it be a let
down? What would be the best tack to take? As he sat at a light, he wondered
if he could get Lea to appear to Jane. He had no idea how to get in touch, so
to speak, with Lea. It wasn't like he could pick up the phone and call her. He
remembered what it was like to be in her presence - the warmth that he felt, her
scent, how she looked and suddenly, it felt like he was looking in her eyes. He
could tell she was smiling. She approved of what he was doing and would approve
even more if he and Jane had sex. Then the light changed and someone beeped -
which broke his concentration. Ken looked around the mostly
empty parking lot as he pulled a blanket out of his trunk and put it in a gym
bag. The park was a nice place but not many people came here after dark. It
was beautiful though, and walking next to Jane made it even better. She was so
sexy and her scent was driving him crazy with lust. He knew she was aroused as
well; he could sense it flowing through her body, languidly filling her breasts
and belly. Finally they came to a place where they could sit and he pulled out
the blanket.
When they sat, Jane removed her heels and curled up on the blanket,
looking at him expectantly. Not only was he taken with her beauty and the
feelings of arousal - both his and hers, but Ken still had no idea how to start.
She smiled, tilted her head and said, "Give. I want to know what happened."
"Look Jane, this is going to seem crazy. I have no proof of what I'm going to
tell you." He paused and chuckled, saying, "I guess it's good that you brought
your own car. That way, you won't have to worry about driving home with a crazy
person." She returned his smile. "Well, if you're crazy, then I
am too. Last night was no dream, no matter that it happened when I was asleep."
"Actually," he said, his grin getting wider, "it was a dream."
She listened carefully as he recounted meeting Lea in the mall, and made him go
over what had happened with Connie in enough detail to embarrass him. She took
in everything, her eyes glowing when he described the 'dream' with Genie. There
were several parts of that she made him go over as well.
Ken hesitated to name himself an Avatar of a Goddess. It sounded insane.
Instead he said that the woman had this strange power and that she would share
it with him if he agreed to return the energy to her. That sounded almost as
nuts, but at least there were no religious connotations. "So I
guess it goes without saying that I can't meet this woman."
"Well, it's not like I can call her or anything. Trust me, I'd love for you to
meet her. That way, I'd know I wasn't crazy either."
Jane grinned. "So you say that you can reach into my sexual past and
pull out parts of it. Why don't you do that? Describe something that happened
to me - something that you couldn't make up, and tell me about it. That,
combined with the dream last night, is all the proof I'll need."
Ken stared at her for a second. "OK. But I have no idea what will
happen." He paused. "Well, I have some idea, but I don't have a lot of
experience with how this works. Lea didn't give me any instructions, you know."
"You're a smart guy. I'm sure she thought you'd figure it out."
Suddenly he felt hesitant to do this. "But what if I come across
something that you don't want me to know?"
She leaned forward, her scent and closeness sending more arousal through
him. "Baby, there's nothing about my sexual past that I want to hide - if
you're the man, the Master, I've been looking for."
Ken looked at her for a second. Then another. A smile formed on his
face and Jane frowned. "So are we going to do this or what?"
He smiled, remembering what he'd encountered. "I've already done it."
"What?" She said. "No way! You just glanced at me."
"For you, it was a glance, for me it was something else entirely."
Jane was getting ready for a shower. She was nervous. Now-a-days
showers at school always made her nervous because she was finding it hard to
keep her eyes off the other girls. She knew she liked boys, but other girls
were beginning to get her attention as well. She wondered if she was sick. She
knew that if the other girls in her class found out she liked looking, they'd
brand her a lezbo and ridicule her. For some strange reason, the thought of
being embarrassed by her classmates and made to perform sexual acts on them,
made her even more horny, and lately, she didn't need any encouragement in that
direction. She already masturbated several times a day.
Fortunately she was alone in the locker room. She'd decided to do a
little work on a tumbling routine and gotten kind of carried away, so now it was
kind of late. She wondered how much longer she was going to be able to keep up
with it since her breasts were finally starting to grow. She was no longer a
flat little girl. Her breasts were coming in and she knew that they would soon
be getting in her way. She was already a B cup.
She didn't bother wrapping the towel around her since she was the only
one there and she didn't want to get the towel all sweaty. She headed toward
the shower, turned the corner and almost walked smack into somebody. Two
somebodys, actually. And they were kissing. Her breath caught and she backed
away. The girls separated and, unlike Jane, they were not in the least
embarrassed.
"Hi Jane," said Cindy.
"Cin, love, I should go. See you tonight?" asked the other girl, who's
name Jane did not know, and who appreciatively looked at the nude fourteen year
old. She smiled. "But maybe not. Just let me know."
"'kay," said Cindy.
Cindy was a senior this year. She was one of the most sought after girls
in the school and dated regularly. She was one of Jane's foremost bits of
fantasy material as well. And now she was standing here, in panties and a sweat
soaked t-shirt.
Jane could feel her nipples - those sensitive, thick, brown nubs,
filling with blood. She knew her cunt was starting to get wet as well and she
was having a hard time thinking.
"Uh, sorry. Um. I was just heading for the shower."
Cindy came a little closer to the girl, almost backing Jane into the
lockers. She had a friendly smile on her lips and a hungry look in her eyes.
"Mmmm. Me too."
Jane tried to raise the towel to cover her body, but Cindy's hand - oh
so warm on her own, stopped her. "Sorry, Jane. I hope you weren't offended by
Missy and I."
"Nnno. I'm cool," replied Jane.
"So I see," said Cindy, glancing at the betraying evidence on Jane's
chest. She leaned closer and Jane almost swooned from her scent. Sweat and a
deep musky smell of sex combined in a way that made Jane's knees weak and her
head spin. One long finger ran its way across Jane's damp skin from her
collarbone to just above where her breast started. "I've seen you watching me
Jane. Do you like what you see?"
The finger dipped lower and Jane did nothing to stop it. Her breath was
coming so fast, she was starting to feel dizzy. When Cindy saw that the teen
would not stop her, she let her finger drift lower, under the soft, firm breast,
lightly scraping the underside, then up to the hard nipple. Jane was lost. She
groaned and Cindy smiled. Keeping her eyes on the younger girl, she moved her
face closer and closer until their lips were almost touching. Jane's lips
parted and she eagerly accepted the older girl's tongue in her mouth. Meanwhile
Cindy's fingers lightly pinched Jane's nipple. Her breathing caught, then she
moaned again as Cindy got a much firmer grip.
Cindy broke the kiss and began to lick her way down Jane's body. The
teen was shaking and was now leaning against the locker, completely at the mercy
of the older girl. She avoided Jane's breasts, but licked the sweat soaked skin
between them. When it became clear that Jane couldn't stand, Cindy placed the
towel on one of the narrow benches and lay the girl down. She had a good eye
for submissive girls, and Cindy could see that Jane was totally submissive.
Cindy continued to work on her, grasping her wrists in one of her hands and
holding them above her head. She licked, teased, nipped and sucked Jane's body,
making the girl incoherent with arousal. But she avoided all the really
sensitive places, like her nipples and her actual sex.
Finally, Jane was begging for release. Hearing the sweet voice of this
girl, so gone in her arousal that she'd beg for an orgasm, turned Cindy on
something fierce.
"You wanna cum?" she asked.
"God yes! Please, I'm on fire."
"I'll let you cum, but not until you do something for me."
"Anything, please. I'll do anything."
Cindy pulled Jane to a sitting position and stood in front of her.
"First, I want you to undress me."
Jane didn't really know what to do. Where should she start? It wasn't
that Cindy was wearing a lot, but she didn't know what to remove first.
"Start with my top, hon."
Jane stood and grasped the damp top, pulling it over the beautiful
blonde's head. Her large breasts were encased in a thin sports bra that was
almost see through because it was so damp. Jane removed that too, then bent to
remove the panties. When she pulled them down, Cindy's well trimmed pussy was
right at face level and Jane was mesmerized by the puffy lips that were swollen
with arousal. The fragrance emanating from between her legs made Jane's
stomach clench and her pussy spasm. Slowly she moved her face forward as Cindy
opened her legs more. Jane was just about to lick that soft, slick flesh, when
Cindy grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet, forcing their lips together.
She broke the kiss and said, "You start at the top, lover." and made
Jane work her way down her firm body, licking and sucking, getting used to the
taste and texture of another woman's body. Finally, Cindy lay her down on the
bench again, spread her slippery lips open with her fingers and smeared her
juice all over Jane's face. Jane was lost in the musky scent and taste of
Cindy. She continued licking and sucking, not even realizing at first that
Cindy had a firm grip on her nipples and was pulling so hard that her tits were
like small cones. It hurt, but the pain fired her blood in a way that nothing
else ever had. Cindy drove her nails deep into Jane's nipples as she came, and
Jane almost came her self. Exhausted, dripping sweat, Cindy climbed off her
face. Jane looked at her from her prone position.
"Please. You said I could cum."
"And you said you'd do whatever I wanted. Are you still willing?"
Jane replied without hesitation. "Yes, I'll do anything you want."
Cindy smiled. She was going to have a lot of fun with this one. Too
bad she'd found her at the end of the school year rather than in the beginning.
"What time do you have to be home?"
"I could call and say I'm studying here in the library. I wouldn't have
to be home until 9."
"Fine. I want you to get dressed and wait for me. I'm just going to
jump into the shower."
Jane, still very aroused, never the less wanted one too. And she wanted
more of Cindy's intoxicating body. "I should probably take a shower too."
"No dear. I like how you smell and taste just as you are. Get dressed,
and come home with me. I promise you'll get your orgasm then."
Jane turned red from the comment about her smell and taste, but she did
as she was told. An hour later, her hands bound behind her and her knees bound
to the bed posts, Cindy brought her to several screaming climaxes. They would
have been much louder if Cindy hadn't gagged her with both sets of panties that
they'd been wearing earlier.
Ken relayed the highlights of what he'd learned and Jane's eyes grew
wide from the telling. Needless to say, he was wildly aroused. They were
silent for a moment. "I spoke to Elaine this morning."
"Elaine?" he asked. Who the hell was Elaine and what did she have to do with
anything? "My Mistress. Former Mistress, now." She
sighed. "It wasn't working. I am bisexual, as you know. Very bi. She was
adamantly against me having sex with a man, despite the fact that she often let
other women use me. I don't mind being denied certain kinds of pleasures. I
like it, in fact. The anticipation, the fear that this time I will have to
forego an orgasm - or when the cock that I need so badly has been withheld at my
Master's whim. It makes me feel more owned, more used. But I couldn't deal
with a life without men. A lifetime of denial. Tell me Ken, if
I were your slave, would you deny me women? Would you let others use me? or
keep me for just yourself?" The temperature in the area
jumped several degrees. Ken could feel how hot it was getting. He supposed
that the sweat on his body could just be a reaction to Jane, to reliving her
first time with a woman. Or it could be a reaction to feeling her excitement
blaze into life - almost as high as it had been last night. "Well,"
he temporized, "you're not my slave, so the question is a bit academic."
She leaned forward, and now he could easily smell her arousal, feel the heat she
was giving off on his skin. "I could be your slave. Tonight. Right now, in
fact, I could give myself to you. Shall I undress right here? Would you like
to use your belt on my ass or breasts? make me beg you to fuck me?"
His breath caught and he could feel the link with Lea strengthen. She approved,
he knew. Approved a great deal of what Jane was proposing.
"But you have to tell me, would you share me with others?"
Ken tried to regain control of his senses, but Jane and Lea were both flooding
him with lust and it was very hard to think. Would he share Jane? Hell yes!
He'd love to see her with another woman. He wasn't as sure about giving her to
another man, but who knew? Perhaps if it was the right guy.
"If you mean," he said trying to control his voice, "would I let you play with
other women, most definitely. Perhaps other men too, provided the situation
were right." She smiled. "Do you want me? Give the word,
Sir and I am yours. Tie me to a tree, make me crawl behind you, naked, back to
the car, I'll do it." She leaned closer. "Do you have the courage to take me?
I know you want to. Can you do it?" She was taunting him,
and he knew it. She was very submissive, but only to a strong Master or
Mistress. She liked to be controlled and wasn't interested in someone who only
talked a good game. The time for talk, thought Ken, was
over.
End Part 4
