Chapter 4

Mark and Charley had a short, tempestuous affair: dinner in secluded restaurants, swinging parties, erotic movies and a lot of passionate love-making. Their sex kept getting better and more exotic. Mark screwed Charley in his car, in a public park and on the beach. She had orgasms full of passion and intensity that always left her body limp and satiated.

In total innocence Paul continued to believe his wife was happy. Her frequent absences from home Were explained by her new interest in her education. Paul never suspected what kind of education his wife meant. But, Charley found that she was no longer comfortable leading a double life.

Once, Charley tried to discuss her problem with her best friend, Chris, a young woman who was sexually free and more than capable of carrying on multiple affairs simultaneously. But, Charley was not really ready to tell anyone about her secret life and her secret desires. As much as Mark gave her, she refused to see him any more.

The world Mark had shown her glimpses of was a world twenty-four year old Charley wanted to explore totally and freely. With no explanation to anyone, she packed her clothes, withdrew money from her bank account and took off away from Los Angeles. She headed for San Francisco, the city of her childhood, a city that promised to offer her a start on her odyssey in search of sensual fulfillment.

It was not easy for Charley when she arrived in the Bay city. She had no friends and no way to make a living. But her beauty brought men to her side, men who took her to parties where she met other men, and where she often ended up sleeping with a new acquaintance. She wasn't satisfied, yet there was nothing she could do to change her life.

Nothing until the night she met Rudy at a party. He was a fair-haired man of indeterminate age who came on to Charley the minute he saw her voluptuous figure enter the room. He saw potential in her body, and, after a few drinks, Rudy told Charley about his plan for her, a plan that was certain to bring excitement into her life.

"Pose for me, that's all. You have it, baby, believe me," Rudy explained, his eyes feasting on the dark nipples visible through Charley's blouse. She had her hands on her round hips while she listened to the photographer.

"Pose for what? I'm not a model, darling," she said.

"Nude pictures, silly girl! I sell a lot of good nudes to big magazines. There's money in this for both of us. You don't need experience. You already have what you need to be great!" Rudy said as he touched her breasts, ran his hands over her supple curves and cupped her ass in his hands. Charley responded by pushing herself closer to Rudy and wiggling her ass as he held it.

"Deal ... if I stand to make some money. I assume there are fringe benefits with this job?" It wasn't really a question. Charley saw the bulge in Rudy's pants. He had a big tool that could give her thrills enough to make a modeling career.

Arriving at Rudy's studio the following morning, Charley was filled with anticipation. She had always liked men to admire her body. Now, she had a camera to record her image forever, an audience in Rudy and his equipment that she knew would turn her on. He let her inside the huge room, kissing her lightly on the lips.

The set he had arranged for the session was elaborate in an oriental, mystical, haunting way. The swirling draperies, exotic plants, low-slung couches and plush pillows gripped Charley's imagination. She saw herself as the mistress of an Arabian sultan who lavished her with every sensual experience possible.

"Here, baby, put this on. Don't keep on your under panties, please. We want to see your flesh," Rudy told her as he handed her a flowing caftan of almost transparent material.

Charley took off her clothes while he watched. He touched her breasts once, watching her nipples get hard and erect. The gown was like spun-gold, setting off her tanned flesh and dark eyes perfectly. Rudy reached over and tousled her dark curls until she looked wild and erotic, a mysterious wench who fit his scene without flaw.

"Move around. Flaunt your body. Seduce me. Let me see your act and make sure I also can see your skin." Rudy instructed her as he moved behind the eye of his camera.

It wasn't difficult for Charley. She undulated towards the couch, her hips moving beneath the gown gracefully. She touched her breasts and massaged them slowly. Lowering her body to the plush couch, she allowed her legs to open towards the camera just enough to show her dark mound. Then, turning away she slid one hand up along her thigh and rubbed her pubes.

Stretching out, she pulled one leg up towards her breasts so the golden material no longer hid the valley inside her thighs. Her hands were feeling the silken flesh on her inner thighs, but she still was not ready to open her pussy for Rudy. The round nipples shoved against the gown, begging to be set free. Charley pulled one tit out of the low-slit neckline.

"Great!! Now, let's have some cunt. Give me a real beaver shot!" Rudy called out, his own manhood straining in his pants. He could hardly wait to finish his job and begin his pleasure with the gorgeous woman.

Shifting slightly, Charley dropped open her legs until the pink slit was aimed at Rudy. She pulled open her swollen lips and touched her clitoris until it was red and hard. Her head was thrown back as she rubbed her clit, moving her fingers closer to her vagina. With her other hand she kept pulling at the tender flesh of her breast, her nipples getting distended from each tug.

Inside the moist hole she slipped her finger. But that wasn't enough for Charley. Holding herself open, she took three fingers and jammed them into her pussy, arching her body up to massage her clit against the palm of her hand. She kept driving further inside, moaning and twisting as the juices dripped down her hand and along her thighs. To spread her sex even more, she threw one leg over the back of the couch and inserted another finger into the cavern.

"Oh God . . . I'm going to come!" she cried to Rudy. The floodgates opened and she jerked frantically on her hand as the room spun around her. Rudy was already moving towards her as she regained control and sat up on the couch, pulling the caftan down to cover herself.

"Here, you deserve this," Rudy said pouring her a large glass of champagne. She rose to meet him, very sultry and dusky in the golden gown that clung to every curve of her body. Charley saw the bulge in the photographer's pants.

"I want you."

Sweeping Charley off her feet, Rudy carried her to a low bed in the corner of the studio. He slowly placed his hands beneath the flimsy gown, massaging her tender breasts and pulling eagerly at her dark buds. Charley moaned, pressing her body towards him.

He pulled the gown away from her heaving breasts and began to suckle her while Charley caressed his head. She ran her hands along his firm body, stroking and petting with increasing urgency. Touching Rudy's hot, bulging groin Charley felt hers growing frantic. She wanted his muscle inside her pie.

Rudy's kissing was also growing in passion as he felt her hands grappling with his pants. They would wait no longer! He tore the gown from Charley's body, exposing her firm, slender body with its fine silken patch of fur between her legs. She was panting, her body inviting Rudy to join her. With no further delay, he pulled off his pants and plunged between her open legs.

Charley rubbed and ground her hungry body against the taut muscle Rudy thrust into her sex. She could feel his strength, his vibrating urgency as he thrust in and out of her moist, sweet cunt. Her fingers dug into his well-muscled back as her passion mounted.

Rudy's hot, white liquid shot into her hole. She lurched with the violence of his orgasm, still grinding her throbbing, flaming clit against him as her own body was overcome by wave after wave of electricity and release. They clung together, neither wanting anything more than the peaceful embrace that culminated their copulation.

That was only the beginning of Charley's new career and her new life. Finally she sensed that she was going to see all there was to see and experience everything it was possible to experience sexually. Rudy was opening up new vistas for her. She never minded posing for him or screwing him when the session was over.

Then, one day when the pretty woman let herself into Rudy's studio she found a stranger talking to the photographer. They were bent over a pile of pictures and didn't notice her presence. The man was tall and overwhelming; his presence dominated the studio even though he was older and less attractive than Rudy. Charley stared at him in fascination.

"Oh, baby, meet Robert Tower, a friend of mine. Also, an admirer of yours," Rudy said casually when he noticed Charley standing in the studio. Robert turned and pinned her body with his steel-grey eyes. She was transfixed and immobilized. It was impossible for her to speak while he stared at her so intently. "Hello."

"I like your work. I think I might be able to offer you even more, Charley," Robert said in a soft, commanding voice that forced her to listen even though she did not know the strange man.

"Thank you. Do you publish magazines?" Charley asked innocently, knowing no other reason for Rudy to show him the photos he had taken of her naked body.

"Hardly. But you have promise. With some training you might-find exactly what you are looking for." Robert Towers made the statement as if he could read Charley's mind. She was mystified and hung on each syllable he uttered. Maybe, just maybe, this man could teach her everything she wanted to know. "I'm not sure I understand," she responded. "Rudy's cancelled your session today. I'd like to take you to dinner tonight, if you're free. We can talk more then," Robert told her in tones that made Charley nod her assent without hesitation. Rudy was quiet and equally dominated by the older man's presence and self-confidence.

"O.K. Come by around eight. Ill talk to you later," she murmured softly as she backed out of the studio, still hypnotized by Robert's eyes and manner. She didn't know that she would not return to Rudy again.

That had been the beginning, Charley thought, as she felt the heat of the Bahamian sun turning less oppressive. Robert was still sleeping next to her. Charley's head was swimming with memories, her memories of how she had ended up on this tropical island with Robert Towers. Stretching lazily, glad to feel the sun penetrating her naked body, she allowed herself to remember those first weeks with Robert, the time before he had brought her to the Bahamas for a vacation. She slipped backwards again to the night of their initial private encounter.

Charley had spent much of the afternoon trying to convince herself that having dinner with Robert was not wrong or harmful. Rudy obviously approved of the man or he would have let Charley know that to pursue the engagement was silly. Besides, Charley could not forget. how captivated she had been with Robert's whole being, his way of presenting himself. It was silly to worry about a dinner invitation!

After a luxurious bath, soaking in oil to smooth her skin and scent her body, Charley went into the living room and poured herself a drink. She turned on the stereo and sat down, trying to remain calm and rational until it was time to get ready for her date. Her mind raced with what Robert might propose to her. She fixed another drink.

However, as she was to discover more fully later on, Robert was a man of many surprises. No sooner had Charley settled with her fresh drink than the door chimes sounded. Mr. Towers had decided to check in early so they would have more time to get acquainted.

Clad only in a brief silken top and tight-fitting levis, Charley was both embarrassed and thrilled to see the handsome and stimulating man at her door. She found herself immediately locked into his grey eyes and his control of every circumstance surrounding him.

"Come in. I'm glad you're early," Charley said, realizing that she did mean that, that she was indeed pleased to see him. Already, twinges of excitement were pulsing through her body.

Robert poured himself a drink, then came to Charley and entwined her slender body in his powerful arms. She did not resist. Their lips came together and brushed ardently against each other. They parted only long enough to drink and stare at each other. The mood in the room was overbearing and demanding.

Robert pulled her to him again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Charley felt herself melting into this strongly erotic man, wanting him to have her, hoping he would take her lustfully and forcefully. Gazing at the woman's scantily clothed body, Robert felt the urge to violate her, to impose his will upon her. His dominance sensed her willingness and ripeness for whatever he might tell her to do. Charley knew that she was his eager slave.

"Take off your clothes, Charley," Robert instructed, a mixture of softness and coldness in his voice. Charley understood that she must obey this strange and powerful man who had come into her life. Without hesitation she tore off her clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. Her fear mounted, but already she felt her pussy secreting its passion juices in response to Robert's commanding directions.

As though aware that she would obey, Robert had already disrobed. He shoved her down onto the rug, never looking at her nakedness or speaking another word to the visibly excited woman. His tool was erect and ready for use, prepared to show her new delights that would keep her his own diligent student. Charley reached out for his giant prick, but Robert had other things on his mind. She would have to learn who was in control!

Taking his glass, Robert stared at Charley's cunt with a seriously determined expression on his face. He poured the liquor on her firm, flat belly while she watched him in horrified delight. It trickled along her soft skin into her deep belly button. With hungry lips, Robert followed the path of the liquid as it ran down to her hot cunt. Charley could not protest; she did not want to stop his games.

Once more he poured the alcohol onto her body, and this time it rolled down between her thighs. Rapaciously Robert lapped from her fountain. His tongue sucked in the liquor while it darted along her soft flesh and tasted the delicacies Charley could offer beyond any bottle of expensive scotch.

Charley cried out as the liquor burned her rosy sex. The pain was too close to pleasure for her to object to Robert's folly. All she knew was that this mesmerizing man was driving her wild, was making her forget everything and everyone who had touched her before him. None of the restraints that had governed her life mattered with Robert.

Robert buried his face between Charley's thighs. He let the remaining drops of scotch fall into her silky bush, then licked them away like a thirsty madman. His hands began to stroke her warm slit, feeling the wet valley dripping in anticipation of his cock. But the taste of her vagina was more inviting than the immediate screwing of that hole. He spread her thighs wider and pushed his mouth down hard on Charley's tiny clit.

Charley was overcome by the expert licking maneuvers of her highly skilled lover. She liked the way he held her legs open and forced her to accept the touch of his mouth on her pie. She willingly offered her pussy, glad of such an ardent and furious attack on the valley hidden between her thighs. Robert's tongue searched and searched as he stabbed at her pearl. Her clit was on fire as each powerful licking drove her into the throes of ecstasy. Charley felt her whole body tense and stiffen as her climax spread throughout her entire self.

"Oohh . . . don't stop . . . please don't stop!!" she screamed.

Robert did not stop his feverish attention to her pussy even though he, too, felt his own climax welling up inside. With driving strokes he entered her warm slit, feeling the wet valley quivering in eagerness for his hot, rigid- prick. He plunged his finger in deeper towards the secret of her cavern, his hand also starting to massage Charley's rigid clit as he explored her vagina.

Robert could feel the sauce in his hairy sacs boiling and his cock ached to relieve itself of its heavy load of hot, white foam. He felt Charley pull him close, her frantic, hungry pleading for his prick to enter her throbbing vagina. They pushed together, Robert jabbing his swollen cock deep inside her slick little cunt. Her muscles contracted around his massive organ as he rammed it into her like a pile-driver.

Charley clung to the strong man as he thrust in and out of her pie, each stroke feeling like it was ripping her in half. She mashed her clit against his hard body, each time feeling the flickers of delight engulf her entire body.

Robert had her totally under his power. Her body was his toy, and Charley surrendered to the hard fucking that he was giving her.

Robert could feel his woman begin to shudder beneath him. He gripped her tightly as Charley undulated and twisted against him, feeling her body lose control as she cried out in crazed, guttural moans as her body exploded. Robert's hot come filled her womb with a violent rush as he crashed his prick against the furthest wall of her pussy. They clung to each other until the explosions became less intense. Charley licked his face and neck, her breath short and heavy against his ear.

As the waves of release ebbed, Charley grabbed more tightly at Robert, feeling that her orgasm would end, then felt herself picked up and carried even further as her clit massaged against his steel member. His hands kept holding her down on his cock, forcing her to experience the continuous violent orgasms that wracked her body and made her beg him to stop. But, Robert was determined that the woman realize his power over her and he did not allow Charley to move off him.

When she was limp with exhausted surrender to his manhood, Robert rolled her off his sweaty body and smiled with his successful conquest. She did not resist him. Charley knew she had found the man who would take over her life and she relinquished herself. She pulled this strong man to her breasts. Robert snuggled between the full mounds, biting her round, dark nipples so that shots of painful pleasure reminded Charley that she was not the one to initiate any action. He was the man and he was the master. She was not allowed to pull him to her; Robert was in complete control. Charley could not believe that this man who domineered her had also made her feel so good, so much like a woman.

"It's never been like this. I've never felt this before. Take me. Keep me, please. Thank you for fucking me," she said softly and meekly, knowing that admitting her lack of sexual experience gave Robert even more power over her. That was what Charley wanted: she felt, then, that she would do anything he commanded.

"This is just the beginning, babe. There's a lot more where this came from. I have a whole treasure-house of things to show you," Robert said, kissing her tenderly as he realized how devoted Charley was. He felt a brief moment of love that was not clouded by his need to dominate her. But that small soft spot in his soul he was unwilling and unable to share with Charley as she lay docilely at his side.

Robert moved Charley into his spacious apartment overlooking the Bay. He fucked her when he pleased. He often left her alone with no explanation and demanded that she remain in the apartment. She was given books full of pictures that graphically illustrated sexual acts she had never imagined. When Charley expressed horror at some of the sadistic things she saw, he laughed and slapped her face. She never complained. Nor did Robert explain that he was preparing her for the full sexual freedom she wanted and that he was going to provide for her once she was ready.

"Soon you will be prepared to experience things that I will not show you, dearest. Your submission will lead you into the erotic world that has haunted your dreams for too long," Robert explained one night while they ate dinner together. He knew that she was ripe for the next stage of his plan and that made him less overbearing for a few minutes.

"What do you mean?" Charley asked, not certain whether her question would anger him. She was frightened of Robert, but she was also aroused by her fear and the occasional light beatings he administered to keep her in line.

"You will see tomorrow night. We are going to a party and you will do as I tell you. Then you will understand," was all he said.

"You will come with me? I can't go alone," she said in pleading tones, not hearing that he had said "we" when he told her about the party.

"Damn you, bitch! You will do what I tell you!" he shouted, rising up and yanking Charley from her chair. She was naked, the only way Robert allowed her to be when she was in the house.

"Yes, yes! I didn't mean . . ." her voice trailed off when his hand slapped her face and sent her reeling across the room. She stared at him in terror, but did not try to escape the punishment she knew was coming.

Robert's fully-clothed figure came at her, demoniacal desire in his grey eyes. Her legs trembled when she saw the wine bottle clutched in his hand. Charley's instincts told her to run away from him and from his apartment. Her training and her unconscious need to be punished kept her from moving.

"Get down, whore. Like the animal you really are, get on your hands and knees!" Robert ordered. She dropped down, her ass in the air as she slunk towards him like a dog.

"I'm sorry . . . please don't hurt me," she begged, instantly regretting her words, knowing that she had only stimulated his desire to teach her her place.

"Crawl, little bitch. Crawl to Daddy," Robert raged, waving the wine bottle at her frightened face. He watched her breasts dangle from her body as she moved, noticing her erect, excited nipples despite the terror on her face. He understood Charley's willingness to submit because he knew that act turned her on.

"Open up your legs. Show me your ass. Stay down, animal, just spread your legs!"

Charley moved her knees apart until she felt her ass cheeks spreading open. Her heart pounded furiously as Robert came behind her and rubbed the bottle against her crack. He poured the remains of the red juice on her flesh and rubbed it down between her legs until it mingled with the juice from her pie. The cold bottle was pressed against the tight hole of her anus while he tickled her clit with his finger.

"Wider, open wider. Drop down so I can see your twin holes! On your face with that pretty butt shoved high in the air."

Her body dropped until she felt her nipples touching the floor, her ass arched up towards Robert. He shoved the wine bottle into her cunt so swiftly that she sagged from the impact. It felt like he had cut her in two. She screamed with pain, but her reward was his finger tearing into tiny, tight pink opening of her ass. Charley groaned as he pushed inside her anus, her tight muscles aching from his intrusion.

Kneeling in back of her, Robert continued to move the wine bottle in and out of her cunt and push his finger into her butt. She moved her body against the double-fucking, slowly at first, but more eagerly as the sensations of pleasure coursed through her body. Robert laughed and rammed faster and harder while he watched her ass gyrating to meet his thrusts. Charley was going wild, her movements getting faster and faster every time the bottle and his finger plundered her holes.

"Oh! More, more! I'm coming now!" she screamed feeling herself full of submission to the man and his discipline.

She was shuddering and quivering as the fury of her climax carried her away. Still, Robert plunged into the twin orifices, wanting her to surrender absolutely to his will. She fell to the floor, the bottle clutched in her vagina. He pulled his darkly-stained finger from her asshole and slapped her buttocks. Charley reached down and moved the bottle up inside her pie with a hard shove. Robert smiled as he savored the sight of his woman impaled on the glass cock.

Slowly, Charley pulled the bottle out of her vagina, rubbing the cold object against her clit until she collapsed in utter exhaustion. Robert kissed her then, once again feeling a fleeting love for the beautiful woman whose soul he dominated. She pressed her mouth to his and felt his tongue explore her willing mouth. Then, quickly, Robert stood up and left her prone on the rug.

"Don't forget, dearest, who is the boss. Each time you forget, I will punish you and leave you alone to remember." With that he left the apartment. Charley lay dazed and confused, trying to stand up yet feeling her legs too weak to respond.

She would not forget. She would not resist. She did not understand why she submitted, but she was still not able to figure out a way to escape Robert's tyranny. And she understood someplace in her foggy brain that she was not ready to leave Robert. When she was ready, Charley sensed that he would not try to stop her. Nothing made sense to her as these random thoughts raced through her head. Finally, she fell asleep on the floor secure with the insecurity of her life and her almost total bondage to Robert