Chapter 12
Several days passed by with no word from either Harvey or Kevin. Karen began to think that the call would never come, that she had fucked and sucked all those men for nothing. Well, for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of it all.
Her emotions were a mess. Sometimes angry, sometimes depressed, always worried. And she was making Carl's life a living hell with her frequent mood swings and her constant doubt.
When Carl came home from the office one day, after more than a week of her erratic behavior, he found her still in bed. He had enough.
"All right, Karen," he yelled. "No more! Stop acting like a spoiled brat and get the fuck out of that bed!"
"Oh, fuck off," she snapped, rolling onto her side so she wouldn't have to face him.
"No, you fuck off! I'm not putting up with any more of your shit!" He stood sternly next to the bed, staring down at her. "This is childish, and I'm not taking any more of it!"
Karen rolled onto her back. "Don't yell at me," she pouted, sounding close to tears. "My career just died, and you don't care."
"Bull shit! Don't make me force you out of that bed."
"Don't threaten me," she whined. "You're all talk and no action."
Carl swooped down on the bed, grabbed her by the shoulders and had her sitting up before she could react. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, sitting, placing her naked body over his parted legs. She was so surprised by his swift move that she didn't have a chance to resist, her bare ass parked in his lap. Her mouth opened to voice her surprise, but she was silenced by a sudden slap on her tender butt.
Carl's open hand connected with her ass and a sharp sting raced through her globes. She yelped at the sudden impact and tried to slide off his legs. His arm curled around her waist to hold her securely on his lap as he again smacked her bottom. And again. And again.
Fire erupted in her buns as his hand continued to come down hard on her delicate cheeks. A good part of that heat came from her unexpected desires. She needed a good spanking to snap her back to reality, and he was more than willing to oblige.
Her butt steadily reddened beneath his smacking hand, his arm raising and lowering to dole out her punishment. He tried not to hit her buns too hard, not wanting to hurt her.
Karen writhed beneath his spanking, her butt blazing, his hard whacks jarring her pussy and rocking her tits. Fire spread into her crotch, and her ass began to ache.
"Stop it!" she yelled, her hips thrashing. "I'll be good," she promised.
Carl relished the heat rising from her ass and the sight of her glowing buns. He gradually slowed his swinging arm and lessened the power behind his slaps. She had gotten his message, but the strong, sexual arousal of his spanking kept his hand smacking a little while longer.
When he stopped, both hands came to her burning butt. He slowly circled around her mounds, amazed by the blistering heat rising up from her buns. He gently massaged her ass before lifting her onto the bed.
He stood up and started to undress. "Stop pouting. I didn't hurt you."
"I'm shocked!" Karen snapped, her cunt as hot as her butt. "I can't believe you did that!"
"Well, I did. And I'm not finished. Get on your stomach," he ordered, removing his pants and his underwear in one move.
"No way, buster! You're not fucking my ass!"
"Didn't say I was going to," he said, climbing on the bed, placing his hand on her hip and rolling her over. "You promised to be good, so trust me. The punishment's over."
Karen's hands flattened on the pillow as she nestled into the bed. She spread her legs even though she was concerned he still might try to climb up her fiery ass. But he sat on her butt instead, his fingers massaging her shoulders. His hands worked down her back until they met at her waist.
"Relax, honey. I promise I won't drive my dick up your butt."
Carl sounded a good deal calmer as his balls slid down her crack, his soft cock trailing along her valley. She slowly rocked her hips as a sign of trust and felt his warm equipment fall between her legs. His chest pressed against her back, his body covering hers like a comfortable blanket. His lips nibbled on her neck and up to her ear lobe. Karen appreciated his gentleness after the spanking.
His hands kneaded the hot mounds of her ass before parting her reddened cheeks. His knees pushed against hers to spread her legs wider. As his fingers toyed with her asshole, she felt his dick stiffen, his cockhead bumping into her slit. She tried to loosen her butthole for him, but a little doubt lingered in her mind.
One finger worked the eye of her anus, rolling over the tightened circle of muscle. He kissed his way down her back, over her ass and into her heated crevice. He dabbed moisture into her hole with his loving tongue, and her apprehension grew.
Both hands tugged on her cheeks, his fingers holding her open for his mouth. He chewed and sucked on her flaming flesh, his tongue lubricating her asshole with sweeping tenderness. But no amount of tenderness was going to get his rigid dick inside her rectum.
His tongue felt soothingly cool on her hot entrance, and she worked her hips around his probing licks. He was turning her on, and she allowed his mouth the liberty of doing as it pleased.
His lips ran down her crack to the beginning of her hairy gash. She raised her butt to make room for his face as longing grew in her cunt. His tongue made a couple of swipes at her slit, then was gone. And his hands left her ass.
Karen craned her neck to see what was happening. Carl sat between her outstretched legs, playing with his cock, pumping and stroking his dick into towering firmness. Both hands massaged his growing length until tiny beads of liquid began to ooze out of his pisshole. She lowered her face back to the pillow, waiting patiently for his cock to reach full erection.
Very shortly, his hands pushed on her thighs to widen the gap of her crack. Still not convinced that he wouldn't try to ram her ass, she raised her butt higher into the air to put her pussy at a better angle to be fucked. She had to bring her knees closer in to achieve proper elevation, but arching her back pushed her cunt closer to his cock.
His expert hand slipped onto her mound, one finger gliding along her gash until he reached the entrance to her tingling cooze. She craved his cock and slowly rocked her hips to encourage him.
His fingers parted her pussy, and she could tell he had raised up on his knees. She pushed the top of her head into the pillow so she could watch his sturdy prick approach her sweet and excited snatch. One hand wrapped around his swollen shaft to guide his cockhead into her cunt. His balls wobbled between his thighs as his knob pushed into her bush and between the soft folds of her twat.
Seeing he was going to be true to his word, she returned her face to the pillow. She sighed at the touch of his wet knob against her anxious entrance. A chill raced along her spine, making her body yearn for his cock all the more.
Carl introduced his sleek and slippery helmet to her tight pussy and eased in slowly and gently. The first of his sighs came when his cockhead slipped fully into her cunt, when her opening closed around the groove that began his shaft. His hands massaged her butt around his inriding dick, his actions helping to mold the walls of her pussy around his steadily climbing rod.
Karen held herself still to let him penetrate her pussy at his own pace, even though she wanted him to hurry. Her muscles relaxed to accept his cock, desire keeping her flesh loose for his smooth journey into the dark depths of her twat. His cockhead pushed between her hugging walls, her cunt clasping his length in clinging velvet.
The trip seemed to last forever. Carl inched in, stopped, then fed her a little more of his pulsing prick. Each forward advance sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through her body.
Once his shaft was completely inside her heated box, she tightened around him, squeezing his rod in a loving embrace. His hips circled his sturdy stake before starting the extraction of his throbbing muscle. He slipped back to her hole and again sat idly in her cunt. With his head divinely captured, he savored the moment before pumping his way to splattering climax.
He stroked in and out of her grasping cunt, a long and loving glide forward and back. He took great care with her tender interior, thrusting firmly enough to stimulate his dick, but not so firmly as to strain the delicate tissues of her sumptuous box.
Karen couldn't believe the gentleness of his fuck. His slow and tender claiming of her snatch did marvelous things to her body. He couldn't call her a brat now, her pussy acting very cooperative.
Carl's speed increased with each stroke until he established a comfortable rhythm, a rapturous rocking rather than a pounding slam of flesh upon flesh. Even with his faster pace, he never reached the furious thrusts of some of his other fucks. It was a nice change, both of them taking their time, both of them getting into the smooth action of a slow build to climax.
His hands worked her hips, pulling her mounds firmly into his hairy crotch, his pubes tickling her bottom. And Carl seemed playful in other ways. He did wonderful things with his dick, altering the length of his strokes, circling and jerking his hips, bouncing up and down and in and out, all to please her. If this was the way he'd always respond after throttling her bottom, she'd have him spank her ass more often!
Her emotions swirled inside her, but not like before. She experienced a sudden surge of consuming love, and her career seemed less important. As she savored the feelings produced by Carl's delightfully altered style, she realized what a bitch she had been. And he had nothing to do with it. She had taken out her frustrations on the man she loved, and it was time to apologize.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled into the pillow.
"For what?" Carl questioned. "Honey, your pussy's doing just fine!"
"No. I'm sorry for being such a bitch."
"Apology accepted. Now pump your hips, and let's get serious about cumming!"
Carl increased his speed yet again, ramming into her cunt, bouncing their bodies together, his balls slapping against her box on each lusty drive. He fucked her with greater vigor, his lunges deep enough to fully bury his girth inside her consuming cunt. And when his hands pushed her ass away from his crotch, his knob slipped almost completely out of her pussy. But he kept just enough of his meat always inside her interior to assure a stab up her tunnel that was right on target.
She set her hips in motion just as requested, grinding her snatch around his plunging prick. Their steady pumping rocked her tits, her stiffened nipples brushing against the sheets. Her entire body felt the pleasures of his tempered thrusts, even his new speed displaying a hint of resistance.
Her pussy wiggled and jiggled, bathing his cock in heated flesh, her walls moist and yielding. While her mind floated in dreamy ecstasy, her crotch bounded back to meet his sumptuous stabs. Since Carl said he wanted to cum, and so did she, she set about to make that happen.
She squeezed her pussy around his hard cock. Her channel collapsed around his fattened girth to provide his dick with an even tighter sleeve. That forced him to claim her cunt with faster strokes, his dick plowing into her depths with greater zeal.
The increased power behind his drives made her snatch tingle with joy, and brought her climax closer to eruption. The fires begun by his spanking burned brighter with his prick thrusting so deliciously into her cooze. Both of their orgasms seemed assured; it was now a question of who would get there first.
Each thrust of his flying dick brought a happy moan out of her open mouth. The new enthusiasm behind his grinding hips told her he was close to cumming. And she did everything she could think of to aid in the draining of his adorable cock.
She kept up the pressure, clamping her cunt down on his lurching shaft, trying to slide his skin along his hard and blood-filled muscle. But the firmness of her grip caused him to lose his rhythm, his speed varying, his dick dipping deeply into her cunt, then hardly at all.
His hips gyrated against her ass, and his pole no longer took a straight and driving course into her twat. His knob banged from side to side, from floor to ceiling, but it was just the change that both of them needed. His entire body got caught up in his desire, and he got wilder and wilder the closer he came to release.
But the change threw Karen off balance. She struggled to hold herself still, to keep her pussy stationary beneath his suddenly rampaging prick. She spread her legs to steady her body, her muscles losing some of their strength. That didn't seem to affect Carl's hurtling prick, his cock frolicking all around her cunt. And it certainly had no adverse affect upon her mounting orgasm, her liquid center continued to swirl marvelously inside her.
His wild maneuvers quickly brought his dick to erupting glory. Cum blasted into her snatch, hot, thick and stimulating. He jerked his hips in short strokes with just enough power to hurl his load deeply into her body. Her pussy rapidly filled with his hot spunk, her cunt occupied by a spewing cock and swirling cum.
But that wasn't all. The heat produced by his spraying cream was just enough to bring her orgasm to the boiling point. Even before his dick stopped spitting, her honey drenched his cock. She panted around her flowing river and could barely move her hips from all the sensations scampering around her crotch.
Long, gliding motions returned to Carl's prick with the final shots of his climax. With his cock drained, his dick continued to plow its way through the thickness of their cream, spreading it over his flesh and hers. He painted her walls with loving strokes, his sturdy cock once again a muscle of soothing passion.
Karen was saddened by the softening of his erection, but not disappointed. He slipped his prick out of her pussy, and her body sank slowly back to the bed. His hands gently massaged her globes, and his lips made contact with her heated skin. He kissed her ass cheeks, then moved up to the small of her back, his fingers in constant motion. He laid down beside her, his breathing regular and contented.
Karen rolled onto her side to face him. She snuggled up next to him and pressed her body to his.
"I have something to tell you," he whispered.
"If you're going to yell at me again, you can just save it," she snapped. Then she realized she was doing it again. "I'm sorry. There I go being a bitch again."
"Well, I think what I have to say will end that. I got a call today."
Karen's eyes widened, and she propped herself up on one elbow. She stared at Carl, hope alive, her expression pleading for him to continue. "From who? Who called?"
"Kevin Reilly. Trevor Church wants you to be the exclusive model for Unibar soap."
Karen squealed and bounced on the bed. "Are you serious? Of course, you're serious. Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
She suddenly stopped bouncing. "Why didn't you tell me! You bastard! You waited until now?"
"You were hardly in any condition to receive any kind of news when I got home. Besides, you needed to be taught a lesson."
Karen didn't know whether to slap him or kiss him, be angry or elated. It was good news, and no matter how she tried, she just couldn't be angry.
Carl rolled onto his back and opened his arms. "Forgive me?" he asked.
She laid down on top of him and smothered his face in kisses. Her career had been revived, and she was too happy to be even remotely upset. She had finally gotten what she wanted, and her body had been used to guarantee her success.