Chapter 4
The next day the four young business executives did not play cards during their lunch break.
There was a great deal of silence. They looked at each other with suspicion.
"So, Barney?" Arthur said, smirking a little bit. "How did you do yesterday?"
"Yesterday?" the black stud asked. "What do you mean?"
"The contest. Don't try to act cute with me. You knew what I meant."
"Oh, the contest. Well," Barney laughed, taking on a role of mock bravado. "There's time."
"Yeah. There's time," Arthur said. "But I'm pretty well pleased with my progress."
"Well, I'm all finished and ready for the contest," Ralph said, thinking about the tall Swedish maid he had humiliated the previous night. "And let me tell you boys, she's some piece."
"What about you, Weber? How are you doing?" Arthur asked, with almost a taunt in his voice.
Weber spoke in a soft voice as he looked around the table and asked, "Would anyone like to double the bet?"
"From one hundred to two?" Ralph said quickly. Everyone at the table laughed. They couldn't believe that this offer had come from Weber, of all people the quiet intellectual one.
"I'm sure willing to go up to the two on this one," Ralph said.
"What kind of girl did you find for yourself, Weber?" Arthur asked.
Weber blushed then and said, "I don't need to talk about it."
"Come on, Arthur!" Ralph taunted, feeling secure about the money. "Afraid you'll lose?"
"I'm in. What about Barney over here?" Arthur snapped quickly.
"Now hold on. Two hundred is a lot of money for me to put up all at once ...
"If you can't hack it, Barney, why don't you just fork over the one hundred and drop out of the contest?"
"Don't worry. I'm in the contest till the end and I'm gonna win the whole pot."
And so, as of the end of the lunch break, none of them were speaking to each other at all. When they started to leave the executive lounge they all ran directly into Ms. Craig and Mr. Elgin. "How nice, I was just looking for you men. I want to make an announcement to all of you together. That includes Ms. Craig here. I wanted to get something very clear and direct with all of you."
They knew that Mr. Elgin was a great one for beating around the bush. They all stood in the hail and prepared to hear him out. "The reason I wanted to make this all so fair, announcing it to all of you at once, as it were, is that I didn't want to be accused of showing any sign of favoritism or tipping my hat, as it were.
"Within a week one of you will be the new vice president in charge of administration."
"You mean," Arthur said, "that Mr. Popkin is leaving the company?"
"Mr. Popkin is taking over the London office. This is a sudden emergency. Mr. Lang who ran the London office had a very sudden heart attack just last night ... Well, last night London time. So, since they were right in the middle of that merger with the people at Lloyd and Sydney so that we could cover all of Europe, they sent Popkin off to London already. He didn't even have time to pack. It's quite a juicy promotion for him and I don't mind letting you young people know that I surely wouldn't have minded it."
"So, you said that within a week we would know which of us it was?" Ralph insisted.
Mr. Elgin nodded his head and said, "So, you understand that after the board meeting which begins next Wednesday and might carry over to Thursday, one, of you will be my equal."
All of them considered Mr. Elgin an odious individual and were collectively disturbed to think of themselves as being his equal. But all of them smiled in unison and then shook hands with each other and wished each other luck. Any one of them would have cut the throats of the others in order to achieve the goal of that job, that plum spot.
The person who was in charge of all the administrative functions of the company was a power there who was in charge of all the staff there. Everyone had to be nice to him.
He was also the person who was in charge of all the junior executives. That meant that one of them, within the week, would be the supervisor of all the others.
There was definitely a great deal of tension between the men that afternoon. And when all of them left the building at five there was a great deal of tension that they all needed to release.
Arthur had a date that night with Eleanore Finn, the young woman he had met in the storefront. He knew that he was toying with her, that it was all part of the game. He wanted her as his entry into that sweepstakes of tamed females. But, as of this point, six days before the deadline, Eleanore hadn't ever confessed to any fantasies of bondage and domination.
It would take one hell of a lot of seduction to move that stony lady.
When Eleanore saw Arthur arrive at the storefront of L.A.F.F., she smiled and he saw her response. He paused. He didn't want to do harm to the girl, not real harm. He knew that her emotions were getting involved and he didn't want to hurt her in that way.
"I see you have a new poster here. Did this just come in?"
"Yes. That's for the rally we're going to hold. There's a march also."
"How nice ... And what do you expect that rally and march to accomplish?"
"Why ... it will bring people's attention to the problem. It will focus the attention of politicians to the plight of this area, and to the... the smut... around here."
Her voice always started to quiver as soon as she got to any word like 'smut' or any sexual reference.
"Okay," he said, nodding his head. "Now remember that I'm just playing devil's advocate here" He smiled to make sure she knew that he didn't want to threaten her. "But, let me just ask you this. What do you want this public attention to do? Do you just want the politicians to come to your rally and to spout off about how much they support you or is there something constructive they can, do?"
"I want them to, we want them to close down all the smut shops in the city."
"Oh," Arthur said, raising his eyebrows and considering that for a thoughtful moment "Now, of course I'm only playing the devil's advocate here." Another smile this time with even more teeth than before "But, what happens to a guy let's say his wife has left. him And he works hard in a Job. He's tired when he comes home from work. He doesn't have the energy to go out to bars and places where he can meet girls. He doesn't have the, money to really entertain girls or to even pay for prostitutes and he wants.
"We also want them to wipe all the prostitutes off the street."
"Forget I said anything about prostitutes," he almost shouted at her. "What I'm asking you is about this poor guy, this hard-working shmuck who doesn't have anyone to take care of him when he's horny. Shouldn't he be able to go out and plunk down a couple of bucks for a sexy book so that he can go home and jerk off over it and relieve his tensions?"
She stood up from her seat, looking, very indignant, and said, "I'll have you know that I have right here a study which shows that these so-called erotic novels have been found in the homes of rapists. How do you like that?" It was clear that she was being huffy.
He smiled and said, "Eleanore, do you know how many of those so-called erotic novels have been found in the homes of nice couples with little suburban houses on Long Island? How many have been found in the homes of carpenters, plumbers, teachers, waiters, secretaries, bank presidents, and senior citizens? And what about the kids, the young guy who just turned eighteen and has a constant case of active glands? He's turned on just for a chance to read one of those books. He's turned on just by the sight of the words n print."
"Pardon me, Mr. Barone, but the age is twenty-one. I hope no eighteen-year-old set eyes on such filth."
"Oh, I didn't mean anything by picking out that example. Hey, what's with the Mr. Barone stuff? Are you mad at me or something, Eleanore? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You're questioning our cause and the very fundamentals of ... "
"Oooh! Eleanore, really. I told you that I was always the devil's advocate." He smiled and laughed but could tell that she tensed up when he touched her on the arm. She was on the defensive.
But he worked the defenses down during dinner. He pampered her and gave her a great deal of wine. When it was time for coffee he asked her what flavors she liked. She told him that she liked nuts and he ordered coffee for her with amoretto in it and whipped cream on top.
She had taken a little more care about her looks that day. It was clear that she a ways dressed in plain and modest attire, but even that couldn't hide her natural beauty.
It was the clear white skin and the sculpted features that made her look like a patrician, a member of royalty. Her reddish-blonde hair was absolutely straight and very long.
During dinner he brought up sexual subjects often. They always made Eleanore uncomfortable and yet she would usually say something like, "Oh, I believe that, as a modern woman, I have to just relax and let things happen in my own private life. I mean, I believe in public morality, but I don't believe that there should be a double standard. N'est-ce pas?"
"Certainly," he said, patronizing her without her realizing it. He clasped her hands in his and continued, "Can I stop off at your apartment for a little while?"
"Certainly. We're both adults. There's nothing wrong with you coming to my apartment."
He couldn't help smiling then. Although she was saying that there was nothing wrong with that her voice did not sound like she meant it. There was almost a hysterical note in her voice as she quivered a little bit. She was also talking too loud ...
They went back to, her apartment and he knew that he would have to work his way slowly up to the sex act with this girl. If he went too fast she would use that as an excuse for turning away from him. He could tell from the nervousness and fear she expressed that she was looking for such an excuse, that she was just waiting for such an excuse as that.
So he gave her a little more wine from her own refrigerator and then they settled in together on the couch. He started to kiss her tenderly and then he was using his tongue down her neck. He opened the top buttons on her blouse as he worked his tongue down her flesh.
She was wearing a very trim bra which permitted him to get his tongue all over the breast except for the actual nipple. He could see the nipple through the sheer fabric though and he licked it through the fabric.
Eleanore had never been treated this way before. None of her previous men had known as much about foreplay and about slowly pleasing a woman. She was used to men who would talk her into getting undressed as they were kissing her. But now she was being stripped while he was making love to her.
She was used to getting up from the couch and going into the bedroom with the man and then taking her clothes off and climbing under the blanket before taking off her bra and panties. She wasn't used to having the sex act continue through everything.
But Arthur knew what he was doing. He couldn't give her a chance to break the mood. The intensity would be growing like a snowball as long as he could keep her from stopping it. And when the intensity grew in that way the girl would be too intimidated to try to stop it.
He was peeling the blouse back off her anus and planting kisses all along the exposed flesh.
Then he sucked on her fits through the fabric of her bra. She tensed up and seemed like she was going to say something, so he moved quickly upwards and pressed his lips hungrily against hers.
Her mouth opened and welcomed the invasion of his tongue against hers.
By that time he was on top of her on the couch. She had one arm around his neck and the other arm hanging at the side of the couch. He put his left hand on her left wrist and just kept it there. It wasn't as though he was actually holding her down, but he was holding her.
Then he took her right hand from around his neck and he held her right wrist with his band. He held the hand in place on the pillow next to her head. He was grinding himself down on top of her. His dick was fully erect and he was rubbing it against her body through the fabric of their clothes.
She was responding very sensually then. She was bumping her hips against his body and she was sighing. Her body was writhing. It was a struggle and yet it wasn't a struggler to sincerely get away from him. If she bad wanted to do that she could have.
It was more like a struggle of one part of her body against the other. She moved beneath the man and her wet pussy thrust up when her legs spread so that she was pressing herself against him.
He knew what was turning her on even though he knew she couldn't admit to it. The girl was hot and aroused over the fact that he was holding her hands in place. That was a form of bondage. He was pinning her to the bed. She could imagine she was being raped.
And that was just what was going on in her head at the time.
He had found out what he wanted to find out. She liked bondage but didn't know it. He knew that he would have to take her along very slowly and very carefully, get her very turned on.
He freed one of her hands as he reached down for her skirt and opened the side zipper. He was not tugging the skirt down her legs but rather working it slowly down her legs as he moved his fingers in a circular motion around and around on the flesh.
Then the skirt was tossed off and she was stripped to her bra and her panties.
He brushed his fingers over the nipples that were hidden inside the bra. He could feel, through the fabric, the tits growing longer and harder as they got erect under his touch.
She did not resist when one of his hands moved to her back to open the bra, deftly, expertly. He slid the bra down her arms and then, with her arms in front of her, he held the bra in place at her wrists, twisting it around both of her wrists like a bondage device.
That way he was holding both of her wrists in place. The stretchy fabric of the bra was clinging around both of her wrists and he was able to hold onto the fabric with one hand.
She was virtually his captive that way. He was introducing her to bondage without actually giving that act a name, without actually telling her about what they were doing.
As he held onto the bra that was binding her wrists together, he leaned down and grasped one of her newly exposed nipples with his lips. He sucked and licked at that tit.
Then, he started to lick a great deal at that left nipple, working his tongue around and around on the flesh, flicking it upwards and then back down again. Then he grasped it with his teeth. He was grinding his teeth against the delicate bit of flesh.
Harder and harder his teeth were moving from side to side like two blades of some cutting device.
He heard the girl gasp and he knew that the very next instant she was going to cry out and tell him to stop. He couldn't let that happen. That would have impinged on his authority.
And so, he was sensitive, he was very aware of her feelings. He took her right to the edge of the cliff and he let her teeter there before pulling her back.
The anticipation, the fear of falling over the edge of ultimate pleasure and pain was all.
Just when he stopped biting her tit he brought his lips about an inch away from her flesh and be started to blow a light breeze of air on the delicate flesh of the tit.
She was moaning and she was arching her body up and pushing her breast toward his mouth. But he knew what he was doing. Her nipple was wet from his saliva and it was sensitive from the biting. By blowing on the wet surface he was causing a chill that went through her whole body.
Then she started to shiver. She was tingling all over and she couldn't help herself.
Just when he knew that she was going to cry out because the teasing had gone on too long he wrapped his lips well around the exposed nipple and sucked lightly on the flesh.
She was sighing contentedly. He was still holding her hands in place with the bra as an implement of bondage for her. He had been able to feel the tension in her arms when he was biting her tit and then when he was blowing on her breast. That was one of the ways he had been able to tell when to stop.
When she was moaning she actually spread her legs apart and was humping up against his body, trying to get her legs around one of his so that she could press her wet and hungry pussy lips against his hard and hot body. He sensed that and knew that she was ready for a change of attitude in him.
Arthur knew that in order to dominate a woman, especially a woman who was so frightened of domination as Eleanore was, he had to stay in control at all times. He couldn't lose himself in the wild hungers of the moment. He knew that his appetite would be satisfied much more if he went slowly.
He had to string her along until she was so hot that she had to go along with him.
It was when she was pressing her body up against his that he pulled away slowly and asked, "Are you okay?" This was expressing concern for her and she looked at him with a warm glow in her eyes ... It meant something that he was expressing concern for her.
And yet his words had been spoken as a sensual whisper. He still hadn't broken the sexual tone in the room. She smiled up at him as he released her hands and took her bra all the way off her arms.
He lifted her up in his arms. She was startled by that and almost started to laugh nervously but he kissed her fully on the lips and started to carry her into the other room.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. He was really taking charge. He placed her gently on the bed and then he climbed on top of her. This was going to be quite a process to turn this frightened young woman into his willing sex slave. He climbed on top of her.
His hands were all over her as he looked into her eyes. He was feeling the smooth white flesh that was so soft, so perfectly curved and sensually formed under his fingers. Then he reached into the clinging top of her panties and he could feel the wispy patch of pussy hairs there. He brushed his fingers over the delicate hairs and pressed his hips down a little harder.
Then he was immediately peeling her panties down her legs so that she was completely naked.
He was looking deep into her eyes as he fingered his finger right back and forth over her cunt lips. He could feel the moisture and he could feel the way he was quivering.
Arthur knew that she wanted him to continue and so he stopped just then, very suddenly. There was a disappointed expression on her face, but he had to teach her something about pleasure. He had to teach her that if he was going to think of her pleasure then she had to think of his pleasure as well. He slowly rolled off her body and said, "Now you can undress me."
"I ... what?" she mumbled and yet it was enough to break the sexual mood.
He felt that right away and was disappointed. He had given the girl the chance she had been waiting for. In an instant she was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms around her legs, in a position that was completely defensive.
"I'd like you to undress me," he said with deep sincerity as he took one of her hands.
She tensed up and pulled her hand away from him. She giggled from nervousness as she said, "Oh, you're old enough to undress yourself, Arthur." She looked away from him.
"Look in my eyes. Come on," Arthur said. "I want you to meet my eyes." When she still didn't meet his eyes he said, "I want you to be able to look me in the eyes or else I'll leave now. If you don't want to look me in the eyes then you don't want me here."
She looked right into his eyes. She had acted petulant and moody and particular with other men who had taken her to bed and none of them had ever, ever threatened to leave without fucking her. Fucking her had always been primary to them so that was where they placed the value. But, Arthur waited more than that. He wanted to really dominate the girl.
In order to dominate, he had to be completely dominant. He had to be in charge. If he threatened to leave there unless she met his eyes, that really put him in charge.
Also, the girl was very touched by the sweetness of the whole thing. She was touched by the fact that the man had cared so much about her being able to look him in the eyes. However, although she thought of looking him in his eyes as meaning her trust for him, he had something a little bit more devious in mind. He thought of domination. He would be able to intimidate her better if she was looking right in his eyes.
And so he had her where he wanted her. "There now. Isn't that better?"
"Yes. Thank you." Then she looked away again as she said, "I'm sorry."
"Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" he asked. In a different situation he might have placated her and told her not to be sorry about anything, that she had nothing to apologize for. But, in this situation he wanted to cultivate that side of her.
"Wrong? I just need time to get to know you," she said, sitting up and turning away from him.
He was running his fingers down her naked back as he said, "Good. I'd like to get to know you as well. But I'd like to be naked together with you. You don't mind that?"
"Wh-why should I mind it?" she asked. "I'm an adult woman."
"Oh, good. Now, I took off your clothes and gave pleasure to your body because giving pleasure like that makes me feel good. Okay? I hope you want to return the pleasure to me. It means a great deal to me that you be ... unselfish with your fantasies."
The girl didn't know what that meant but she embraced the man and then she nervously started to undress him. It wasn't anything like the way he had worked on taking her clothes off her body. She was just undressing him as if it were a chore. But he was satisfied.
He hadn't backed down on his request, on his demand, of the girl. He was naked next to her on the bed.
"Just lean forward," he said as he started to massage her neck and then worked his way along her back. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself."
"I told you so much over dinner. I can't think of what to tell you in bed, naked."
"Well," he said, speaking as if it were off the top of his head when, all the time, he was saying words he had planned to say. "Why don't you tell me about something that has some relevance to where we are in bed, naked?" His fingers moved to her breasts and she tensed up.
"Oh, I'm not the kind of girl who'd kiss and tell." She laughed stupidly.
He accepted that response as the one she had to make just then. She was terrified.
"I ... I don't know ... " she mumbled softly as she started to moan sexually.
Her voice was taking on a sexual inflection, a note that told him that she was accepting what was happening, that she was contributing to the sexuality of the moment. She couldn't help herself.
The girl felt that she was being swept along on the sea of passions ...
"You know what you're thinking of now," he said, taking on a tone like a stern father. "You're thinking about something sexy. You're thinking about something that's exciting you."
"I'm thinking about your hands," she said, nervously clutching his hands.
He was planting little kisses on one of her ears, having brushed her hair back out of the way. "That's not it. You're in some scene. Who am I? In your head right now, who am I"
"Oh, no," she tensed up, laughing a little nervously. "I'm thinking of you. I wouldn't think of anyone else."
"Yes, you're thinking of me. But, are you thinking about Arthur, the advertising executive or ... are you seeing me and thinking that I might be someone else. I might be anyone."
"Anyone." It was clear that there was a little bit of a thrill in her voice ...
"Your mind, Eleanore. We aren't mere animals who respond with our . bodies." Although he was saying so much, he was holding her and stroking her and his tone of voice was soft and smooth as velvet against velvet He was seducing her with the words as he massaged her shoulders.
"There's more to us than our sex organs." He knew that this argument would appeal to her way of thinking. She had no notion of the way in which it would spring back at her. "It's up to us to use more than just our bodies when we're together like this. I have fantasies?'
He turned her face so that he could look into her eyes. "Your mind is too bright and alive. I know that you have fantasies." That last sentence was said so that it could be interpreted many ways by the young girl who was in his arms.
She nodded her head as if she were confessing something to a judge. "Yes, I do."
"In my fantasy I want to be ... " Arthur began lazily and then let the sentence trail off. "Oh, I guess I want to be someone who's in charge, someone who's strong."
"Yes!" the girl sighed, her eyes meeting his and clinging to the union.
"Yes. Someone very strong and sure. Perhaps ... " He grew thoughtful. "Perhaps I'm a knight and I've rescued you from the invaders. You were the damsel in distress?"
Eleanore was melting in his arms. She was literally clinging to his body. She could feel his cock pressing against her flesh. It was hard and lot and she wanted it.
Eleanore was suddenly discovering what it meant to really want a cock, she knew what it, meant to be with a man and to really want sex. Oh, yes, there had been times when she had been alone in her room and had craved sex. There had been times when she had fingered her pussy and had dreamed about sex. But now she was not alone. Now she was sharing it with someone.
And Arthur knew what he was doing with his seduction, his stealthy seduction.
"Or perhaps I'm the evil black knight, the enemy of the king, and I have you naked in my chambers? Did you ever dream that way, Eleanore?" His voice was lulling, hypnotic.
She moaned and he slid his body on top of her. "And you'll never be saved from my evil clutches." He said that in the same soft voice. He purposely left the wording of that sentence very vague. If she wanted to believe that he was merely continuing the story, she could.
But if she wanted to understand it as it was actually meant, if she wanted to accept and understand the fact that he was telling her that she was his captive, that would be better.
He felt the sexual tension in her body. It was a different sort of tension from the one that he had felt earlier. She was responding to him sexually. She was tense because she was turned on by the notion that he was suggesting to her.
"You're my prisoner here and nothing can save you, little one."
His eyes were burning tight into her eyes. She shut her eyes and groaned as she stretched her body and moved her arms in a sensual manner. He put his hands down on both of her arms and was holding her in place there. Then he could feel the way her nakedness was squirming against his nakedness.
He pulled both of her arms up over her head and then he gripped both wrists with one of his hands. He was holding her in place as he forced his lips against her lips.
Arthur understood completely the sexual fantasy that was filling her mind. She was seeing herself as his rape victim. He rubbed his tongue back and forth across her clenched lips and then be finally managed to get her lips parted and his tongue inside there.
He pushed his tongue against her tongue. Still she was playing at being unwilling.
But Arthur was wise enough to know the difference. He knew that if she really didn't want to have sex with him at that point she would have been able to pull away. He gave her that option. He gave her the chance to say, "No," in a calm and stern voice.
She didn't say it. He had never actually forced sex upon anyone. That was something he could never have condoned. But he felt the stiffness in his cock, stiffer than it had been before, since the scene had turned, in this direction, toward bondage and domination.
When she pulled one of her arms loose from his grip, she wrapped that arm around his back and dug her fingers into his flesh. "Aaah!" he said, laughing a little bit. "Maybe you should be tied up."
She moaned softly and then he reached to the side of the bed where his tie had fallen. This was where she had undressed him. His tie had been loosened and it hadn't been opened all the way.
So, there was still a Windsor knot in the tie and a big loop which used to be much smaller. The part of the tie that dangled down at the ends was now shortened because the loop had been stretched.
The girl watched, wide-eyed, and didn't dare ask what was happening.
He looked at her and played on the fact that she was a little bit drunk as he said, "The black knight will subdue the fair young virgin captive in his chambers!"
Eleanore virtually swooned when he said that. She was back on the bed and her arms were behind her. She was pressing her head against his chest and moaning. Actually, what she was doing was pretending that none of this was actually occurring. But it was, it was.
He tied her hands together quickly with the tie. He looped the knotted part around her wrists in a figure eight and then he tied the loop around her wrists once again. Then he took the dangling part and he pulled it up through her wrists very abruptly so that she was imprisoned.
Then he pressed his weight down on top of her. "Now there's nothing you can do to escape."
Her eyes were only narrow slits. They were almost closed, somewhat in a daze, as she groaned, "Oooh! My virginity." When the man heard that he couldn't help smiling a little bit. In reality she was not a virgin, but he had understood the fantasy trip in her head, and he knew that in her fantasy she longed to be a virgin again.
"The damsel in distress fought off the black knight as well as she could. No one could blame her for what happened. He overpowered her. He did." The man was speaking softly, his voice almost a hypnotic buzz as he kissed her on the eyelids.
Then he pressed his hand between her legs and felt the moisture there.
The girl pressed her legs together. In her fantasy she was a virgin who was fighting him off. That was something that Arthur understood even better than Eleanore understood it.
When Eleanore would have a chance to think about it-it might prove frightening to her. But for the moment she was lost in the fantasy. His hard, powerful body was on top of her and he was the evil knight who had taken her captive and who was going to rape her.
Since that was the fantasy that was turning the girl on, Arthur certainly had no objections.
As she felt his powerful fingers spreading her legs apart and forcing her back into a position so that she could be raped, so that she could be victimized, she imagined that she really was the damsel in distress and that he really was the black knight, out to ravage her.
Somehow, thinking of that fairy tale scene she became hotter and sexier.
Then he pressed himself into the position that he desired. His prick was pressing right up against her virgin cunt. She was quivering with anticipation. Her mouth was dry but her cunt wasn't.
And then he pushed the head of his prick into her pussy. Her cunt lips wrapped themselves around the flared head of his cock. The mushroom head of his dick pushed against the inner cunt lips and started to force them apart. She felt the pressure against all of her muscles.
Then the cock head slipped fully between the inner lips. She was being spread open.
He pushed forward. His dick was so stiff it was like an iron prong. He went all the way into her. Since the base of his dick was the thickest part of all that was spreading open her cunt lips.
He was very thick and as he worked his body from one side to the other he was forcing her apart and he was forcing more and more cunt juice into the walls of her pussy. That was a response of her own body to what was happening. She could feel the walls of her cunt growing thicker with the wetness that was coming from the depths of her own body.
And then the spongy flesh became even more springy than it had been. It seemed to be bouncing back against the movements of the cock, time after time after time.
But for that moment he was only working his dick from side to side, pressing the flared head against all the different sides of the pussy flesh and feeling the movement against him.
It was after the wetness was drooling from the body that he started to pull his dick back out of her and then slammed the full length of it back into her hot cunt. He pulled back and slammed forward again and then again. When he pulled back he was sliding almost the full length of his dick all the way out of her hot body so that only the big flared mushroom head of it remained between the clinging pussy lips.
Then he slammed the full length of it back into the hot hole so that the big head was banging against the depths of her cunt, was all of her insides reverberated in response.
When he pulled back out of her again he was pulling against her already overexcited clitoris with the back of the flared head of his cock. The little love button was excited even more.
And then she was really writhing in the bonds that were holding her hands behind her back.
Perspiration appeared all over her sensually naked body. Each time he slammed into her hot bole his hips were moving up and then down again, but his chest was virtually glued to her breasts. It was his perspiration against her perspiration. Only his hips were moving. Otherwise his body was locked down hard on top of her body. She was the one who was moving all over.
"Oh, no-o-o-o-o! Oh my God! Oh! This isn't ... Not ... Ple-e-e-ease! Aaargh!"
He felt the walls of her cunt pulling taut around the head of his cock. There was a flow of hot juice out of the walls of her cunt. This time it was overflowing. This time it was juice that oozed out of her pussy and dribbled along into the crack of her ass and also gathered in the hollow between his two balls. He cried out as well, a sharp little cry.
Suddenly Arthur realized that her hot cunt was tugging the juice right out of his body. He felt his whole body pulled taut and then his neck even curved back. His head was angled up and he was looking at the ceiling as he felt himself being pulled completely through his dick.
It was literally as if his very being were going to leave his body through that extension.
And when his first real shot of hot gism slammed against the depths of her already undulating pussy, she felt the movement in her own cunt continuing. She had just been ready to pass the peak of sexual delight, her orgasmic moment. But that moment was now being extended into a series of moments, into a little drunk of time when she was completely out of control.
She felt her pulse stop. She felt a coldness right between her breasts. She felt a dizziness sweeping over her. Everything was being pulled toward her cunt.
Her being and his being were both meeting and their genitals were merely the hosts for that meeting.
The heat that was being generated between his dick and her cunt was incredible. He felt as if he were melting into her and she, for her part, was melting into him.
And then it finally passed. They were both very aware of their pulses, beating in unison, slowly throbbing as if each beat were waiting until the echo of the previous pulse beat had disappeared.
He looked into her eyes. It was a different tone of voice, a voice that showed concern and was not sexual, that asked, "Are you okay? How are you feeling now?"
"P-please, could you ... ?" She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, but she indicated with her hand what she wanted and he knew that she wanted his dick out of her cunt.
He worked back slowly and then she tensed up and pulled away from him. She cried out because the pulling was very fast and sudden. Then she indicated her wrists and he untied her hands. Then she turned away from him and rubbed her wrists to get the circulation back.
"How are you feeling now, babe?" he asked as he put his arms around her breasts.
She pulled away as if he had touched her with a cattle prod. "Don't touch me."
"How are you? Are you okay?" Now his voice was flat and demanding.
"I'll be fine. It was just a little bit of a jolt to me ... what happened ... "
"What happened that was such a jolt to you, Eleanore?" he snapped.
She finally turned and looked at him as she replied, 'Well, I've never permitted anyone to ... I mean, I've never been in a situation in which my hands were ... uh, tied."
By the time she reached the end of that sentence she was looking at her fingernails rather than at him.
"Look at me when you talk to me. Damn it, Eleanore. What are you afraid of that keeps you from looking at me?"
She tried to sound casual but did not succeed as she asked, "Uh, tell me ... Do you do that often ... I mean, tying a girl's hands behind ... uh, do you do that often?"
Swallowing hard she looked up at the man's eyes, finally meeting his-eyes again.
He held her eyes where they were. He stared intently into her eyes as he said, "I only do it when I sense that the girl I'm with really wants it."
But that was the spark that ignited everything. "What?" she screamed as she jumped up from the bed. "How dare you? How dare you make such an accusation?"
"What accusation?" he asked, laughing because he couldn't help himself.
She was already at her closet and she pulled a full-length terry robe from the inside of the door. She pulled it shut around her and buttoned the top button so that her breasts would not show.
"Now you can just get out. You with your filthy questions and your filthy mind can just get out of here."
"Filthy? What the hell is your definition of filthy anyway?"
"I told you to get out of here!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
He folded his arms across his chest and softly said, "I'm not leaving here."
"You're... what?" She shook her head. "I'll call the police. I'll ... "
"And what happens when I tell my side of the story? What happens when I tell them about the way you wanted to play out a sexual game and get tied up? When that news gets back to the ladies in the organization with you what will they say to you?"
Defeated, Eleanore slumped down onto the bed in a sitting position. "How could you do this to me?"
"Do this to you?" he cried out. He was finally losing his cool. "What did I do?"
"What a question for you to ask! What did you do? You ... you were... perverse."
"Do you remember when we were sitting on the couch together? It was less than an hour ago now. Do you remember when I held your hands down with my hands as if I were pinning you? .Do you remember how you responded to that? You responded by humping back against me, by getting more excited. Eleanore, you were turned on by a fantasy trip of bondage and domination."
She kept her back turned to him. She was sitting defensively in the full robe. He was still naked.
"How long have you had fantasies about that? Come on. You know that they're there. Maybe in the dreams you're the damsel and he's the black knight. Maybe in your dreams you're the stewardess and he's the hijacker. But, the fact of the matter is that that's what you dream about."
"It's filthy," she interrupted. "Talking about things like that is ... insulting to women."
"I'm talking about fantasies! How dare you call your own fantasies filthy?"
She looked at him, particularly, startled by the last thing he had said. He had been reprimanding her.
"I meant that. Your fantasies are a part of who you are. I don't know why you have certain fantasies, but you do. I don't know why I have certain fantasies, but I do.
"When I have sexual fantasies they concern domination. I see myself as a Master, as someone who has power over a woman's body. That's what's locked deep inside my head.
"Yes. If I went out to prove that on the streets of New York, if I attacked women who were walking down a street to prove that I was powerful that would be a stinking rotten thing and I would be a nut who should be sent away. Right? But, I don't do it that way.
"What I do is find women who have fantasies that fit in with my fantasies. Think of it as two pieces of a puzzle. Oh, sure, it's not a puzzle that's carved in oak. The pieces can change shape a little here and there. But, as long as they fit together it's swell.
"So, if there's a woman who has sexual fantasies about being bound and dominated, if she's turned on by the notion of submissive sex, then I can let my fantasies run loose. You see, in fulfilling your fantasies I also managed to fulfill my own fantasies.
"Saying that your fantasies are filthy, or insulting, or anything else, is like saying that your nose is filthy and your breasts are insulting to women. Would you want those cut off? Do you really want your fantasies cut out? Do you think you'd be the same person without them?"
As he was speaking, his voice was getting softer and softer. He put his hand on the girl's arm and she pulled her arm away quickly. She stood up, her back still toward him, and she snapped, "Please. I would like you to get dressed and I Would like you to leave."
He got out of the bed and started to put his clothes on. She sat at the far side of the room while he dressed. Although she didn't look at him, he could tell that she could hear him.
"You know what fantasies are in your head. You know what sexual passions are a part of you, Eleanore. Just because you refuse to face them, you can't lie to yourself.
"But think of the way you reacted when I asked you how the ladies in your organization would respond to you if they knew what was going on inside your head. Think of how frightened you were.
"It must be terribly frightening to spend your time in the company of people who would have no sympathy, who would have no understanding about the truth about you."
"Stop it. You can stop it now, directly," she snapped, still sitting.
"Who did you harm, Eleanore? Who really did you harm? I tied you up and fucked the living daylights out of you until we were both drenched with sweat. I gave you pleasure all over your body.
"Those self-righteous ladies in your organization have made you feel guilty and filthy and unable to be honest with yourself. Which side has done you real harm, Eleanore?"
"You shut up. That organization is filled with modern feminists. We're not some old archaic religious group that's clinging to outmoded doctrines concerning the ... "
"Oh, come off it. Labels mean nothing. If a woman is frightened of sex she can always find some label to hide behind." He paused but didn't give her a chance to speak. "Before anything else let me tell you that I support everything that feminists believe in-in terms of equal job opportunities and equal pay and all of that.
"Most of the women in that movement that I've met have been really intelligent and together people who knew what they were doing. I'm just talking about this little fringe that you've gotten yourself involved in. I'm just talking about these ladies who've decided that obscenity and filth and smut and passion and all of that has to be stamped out."
"Images of women being tied up and abused are not sexy."
"Will you stop quoting from the brochure for one minute. I read the fucking thing and I know that sentence is in headlines. How dare you tell me what's not sexy. There are people in this world who think that a loaf of rye bread is sexy if you drill a hole in it.
"As long as that person isn't hurting anyone, why should you tell him that rye bread isn't sexy?"
Eleanore responded with a sardonic laugh. "You think that images of women being tied up and raped isn't hurting anyone? Don't you know that violence in our society...
"Yes. I know. There are men who come home from work and beat up their wives because they're frustrated. That's shitty. But, do you think those men got that idea from books?
"And in terms of solving anything ... What do you think would happen if I had my way?" Finally, Eleanore stopped and paid real attention to him. She wanted to hear this.
"If I had my way ... everyone would be taught that sex is okay as long as they didn't hurt anyone. Those guys who have all that aggression left over at the end of the day because they've been in a pressured job on an assembly line will understand that it's possible to play sexual games, to find a willing partner who's turned on by the same trip, and not to feel guilty about what they're doing. Don't you see, it's the ones who believe the crap that your organization is handing down to them, the ones who have to suppress the truth, who end up fucked up."
"You're dressed. You can go now, Mr. Barone," she said, leading him toward the door.
He stopped behind her and said, "You can take any label you want. You can hide behind any group. In a different era a woman with your same passions and fears would have turned to a church. Now you take up modern causes so you had to find a modern excuse ...
"You can go now, Mr. Barone. Please, leave. Do not come back here."
She pulled the door open and he stepped into the hall. He smiled back at the girl and she slammed the door shut on him, clicking three locks and pulling a chain across.
He stood outside of the door for a long moment. He had lost his cool. He really had. And he had said a lot more vindictive things to the girl than he had ever intended to.
Arthur was wishing, as he stood out there, that there, was some way he could help her, some way he could contribute to a solution of her problem. But, he was stumped.
Meanwhile, back in the apartment, the girl was quivering in fear. It was something that she had been holding inside her all the time that the man had spoken to her.
She went to the bathroom and ran a tub of warm water. Then she climbed in and she tried to relax in the soothing bath. Leaning back she felt her tense muscles easing up.
Then she slowly traced her fingers down the sensual curves of her body and she stopped at her pussy. What would the man think of her, what would he say to her if he knew the real truth?
All that terror she bad expressed when she was cumming had been quite real enough. That had been the first time in her life that she had ever had an orgasm. She had fucked before and she had pretended to like the passionless lovemaking. But, this had gone beyond the level of liking or disliking it. This was the first time that her body had ever taken charge completely, the first time that her passions had really been let loose.
Just thinking about it she started to finger her cunt lips as she lay back in the warm bath.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she really enjoyed that climax. She felt more satisfied than she ever had.
And yet, she knew that it was just the beginning.