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Part 16
Ken woke when the alarm went off. Jane did not. He wondered how it was
that she usually managed to get to work in the morning, then remembered that she
was rarely in before nine-thirty. Plus she lived closer than he did, so he
guessed she was used to sleeping in.
The feel of her against his skin was wonderful. Warm and smooth - he
especially enjoyed the feel of his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
Her hair covered much of her face, but he managed to uncover a bit of her neck.
He lightly kissed it, then nibbled a little while stroking the underside of one
breast. She didn't really wake up until her nipples were hard and her ass was
humping back into his cock. The hand on her breast drifted between her legs.
There was a slight feel of stubble over her mons, then he felt the smooth lips
of her vagina. The lips were slightly damp, but when he parted them, he was
rewarded with the thick evidence of her excitement. He rubbed her juice over
her clit, now starting to poke out of its hood.
Finally, he touched the inside of her thigh and she immediately lifted
her leg to give him access. She was incredibly tight and he savored the feel of
her hot sheath while also enjoying the familiar feeling of pain/pleasure she
emitted as he entered her. He was just amazed that no matter how often he slid
into her, she never loosened up. He'd figured that after all the fucking they'd
done in the last few days, she would have loosened a little, but nope, she was
as tight as ever.
He slid in and out of her, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her clit.
He knew she was enjoying herself, but also knew that the stimulus just wasn't
enough to get her off. She wasn't wired for slow and gentle.
"I wonder," he whispered into her ear, "if I'll be able to get Ellen to
play with you. She's really hot. Not quite as tall as you, and I think her
breasts are smaller. But from Kim's memories, I saw that she really knows how
to use a whip. Better than me."
Jane groaned. The images he was evoking in her mind were getting to
her. "Just imagine," he continued, "We could hang you spread eagled and she
could spend a few hours giving me lessons on the finer points of using a single
tail. " Jane groaned louder. Ken rolled her so that she was on her hands and
knees and continued to stroke in and out. "Of course, you wouldn't be allowed to
cum - not even with Kim kneeling, her breasts swollen from being tightly bound,
between your legs licking the fat clit of yours." Jane was humping back into
his cock. It increased her pain and her pleasure as the thick organ started to
hammer into her.
"While Ellen and I took a break here and there to relax and drink, we'd
have Ally put on a nice set of weighted clamps on your nipples. Kim would
switch to tongue fucking your asshole when Ally added a clamp to your clit."
"Oh Goddess, Master, ummm... you feel so good. Mmmm...when are you
going to take your slave's ass? I want to feel you splitting me open. I want
you to just fuck me for your pleasure."
She started to whimper as Ken closed his fingers on her fully extended
clit. He'd wiped his fingers off on the sheet, so they'd be dry enough to get a
good grip on the swollen organ. Ken would love to have toyed with her more, but
he knew he could make her cum now, so he gave her permission, squeezed her clit
and pushed as deep as he could. She came, feeling his cock pulsing inside her
while she writhed and moaned. The energy they created swirled around and was
absorbed back inside them.
Ken sighed and pulled out of her. She spun and took his semi-hard cock
into her mouth and sucked, being sure to get all their cum. It was difficult to
keep his dick from getting hard again, but he managed it. The full bladder
helped. Finally, they went into the bathroom where she brushed her teeth while
he peed.
"I," he announced, "am going back to sleep for a few hours."
She grinned and nodded. Ken noticed that she was using his toothbrush
again.
"Didn't you bring your own toothbrush?"
She grinned wider, foaming toothpaste coating her mouth and his
toothbrush. Ken gave a mock sigh of annoyance and headed back into the bedroom.
Jane was gone when he woke up again. Ken grabbed a shower and thought
about what to do today while he ate some breakfast. He jumped on the computer
and printed out some information, then picked up the phone and made a call.
Once the appointment was made, he got into his BMW and headed out.
His first stop was to replace the cell phone he'd given Ally. The same
guy was there and looked at him a little strangely when he wanted to add another
phone to his account. Especially when he upped each plan to the maximum they
offered. Once that was finished, he called Ally and left a message with his new
number, then called Jane with the same info. The numbers came easily to his
memory - something that he wondered at. He had a pretty good memory, but
usually not for strings of numbers.
He also programmed in Ellen and Kim's office numbers and their cell
phone numbers, from memory, then gave Ellen a call. She told him that
everything was set up and that she had a few more papers for him to sign, having
to do with some investments she wanted to make for him. She offered to come by
later that evening, but Ken decided he could stop by her office after his
appointment. It wasn't that he didn't want her to come by, it was more that he
figured that Ally would be around and that she might want to spend some time
with him and Jane. There'd be time in the future.
He located the real estate office and parked about fifteen minutes early
for the appointment. The receptionist greeted him warmly. He noted that the
pull to her was only moderate, but that she still seemed interested in him. He
wondered if there was anyway to tone down the amount of pheromones he was
putting out. Brushing her mind showed him that while she was quite attractive,
her interest in sex was only mild. Well, she was excited at the moment - having
no idea why she was reacting this way to Ken. She and her fiance were quite
happy together and... Ken broke off. While he was getting better at it, he
still tended to slip into people's heads. She smiled and looked up as she set
down the phone.
"Joan will be with you in just a minute," she said.
Ken nodded and went to sit down.
The woman who greeted him as she walked into the reception area was
coolly professional.
"Mr. Whitestone," she said, extending her hand, "Joan Deckheart. Nice
to meet you."
"And you as well," said Ken taking the hand. It was cool to the touch
and her handshake was firm. Ken approved. "Just Ken will do though."
She smiled and replied, "Joan, then."
Ken took a good look at the woman. Smartly dressed in a fashionably
short skirt and a tailored jacket, she was a fit woman who looked to be in her
early forties. Ken felt a pretty strong pull from her, but wanted to keep
focused on the matter at hand.
They walked to her office and sat down.
"Before we get started Ken, perhaps we should discuss what level of
property you are in the market for," she said with a pat smile.
Ken smiled back. It was a fair question. Joan only dealt with high end
clients, selling and buying real estate valued in the millions. It would be a
waste of her time if Ken couldn't afford what she had to offer. He didn't think
that in a polo shirt and jeans he fit the profile she was used to dealing with.
He pulled out one of the cards that Ellen had given him and handed it to Joan.
"I'm sure if you contact this lady, she'll be able to help with that
question," he replied, not the least bit offended. Joan's time was valuable and
the only reason she'd agreed to see him was because it had been a slow week.
Her eyebrows rose when she saw the name of the firm listed on the card.
She hung up the phone a few minutes later and looked at Ken rather
sheepishly. "I'm sorry Mr. Whitestone. You understand that it avoids wasted
time on all sides if we have an idea what we'll be working with."
"I understand completely. And it's Ken. Really."
Joan was getting flustered, which annoyed her. She didn't fluster
easily, but for some reason, her pussy had started to flood, she couldn't seem
to concentrate and she really should have known better than to judge someone's
money by how they looked. Some of her clients weren't the most well groomed
people, despite their money. And some of them only kept coming back to hit on
her. Why couldn't this guy hit on her?
Ken pulled away from Joan's thoughts. He unfolded the printout from the
house and handed it to her. "Would it be possible to see this place?"
Joan looked at the paper, then pulled up the information on her laptop.
She frowned. How odd. The place hadn't been shown at all. It wasn't just the
price tag. It had been on the market since last week and was ready to go. But
not one person had shown it. Ken followed this thought. Hmmm. One week, huh?
Gee, what a coincidence. The faint impression of glee in the back of his head
confirmed his suspicions.
She knew Ken could afford it, but she was nervous about why it hadn't
been shown.
"I'm sure that we can go see it," she said. "It'll just take me a few
minutes to get all the information we need though. Would you care for something
to drink?" Preferably in my bedroom. Joan shook her head. This was getting
out of hand.
Ken wished he could help her. He had no idea what to do to reduce the
effect of the chemicals his body was producing, besides which, he suspected it
wasn't just chemical.
"Thank you, no. But if you could point me to the restroom?" He wanted
her to concentrate on the real-estate, not him. Perhaps if he left the room it
would help.
She pointed the direction, then dove into the computer. Ken made sure
to take some time, then wandered back into her office. She was absorbed in the
information on the mansion that Ken was interested in. Apparently the place had
been owned by a very eccentric old man who'd died over a month ago. There'd
been a stipulation in his will stating that the place couldn't go on the market
until last week, and that it couldn't be shown until yesterday, at the earliest.
Joan was getting very confused. And horny. Very horny. Which pissed off the
professional side of her.
"OK, Ken, I have what we need. Would you like to follow me or shall I
drive." Or, you could drive ... me. Ken heard the thought. She was really
going nuts, but he couldn't do anything to help that. "If I drive we can talk
about various options and perhaps some other properties."
Ken had been about to suggest he follow her, but since she'd indicated
the need to talk, he figured he'd humor her.
"I'll come with you, if that's OK."
With me, on me, in me, whatever, she thought. "That'd be fine," she
said grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
Someone without Ken's abilities would have missed her arousal, but her
scent gave it away to him. As did her thoughts. Her top was thick enough to
hide her nipples but her small, brown buds were stiff with excitement. She
hadn't felt this way in years!
The drive was pleasant. Joan had a nice new Lexus and Ken did
everything he could to keep out of her head. He wasn't sure what would happen
if she zoned out while he spun her fantasies, but since she was driving, he was
sure it wouldn't be good.
They found an actual gate, complete with guard station, when they got to
the property. When Joan pulled up, the guard immediately tried to wave her off.
"This is private property, so please move along," the guy said from the
other side of the fence. Ken didn't like his tone. Skimming his thoughts
didn't help. The guy was a rent-a-cop and while Ken didn't have a problem with
that, he was the bottom of the barrel choice. Ken could see the guy was lazy,
incompetent and unpleasant. And those were his good qualities.
Joan picked up on his attitude as well. Her voice turned frosty and
somewhat commanding. "My real-estate agency is listing this property. Please
let me in."
The guard was really unhappy. Now he had to call in to find out if the
stupid bitch was lying. "Wait here."
He took his sweet time getting back to them. While he was on the phone
with the company, Joan was on the phone with her assistant instructing her to
look for a new security agency for the property. If this guy was an example of
how they treated their customers, then she wanted another company. One thing
Joan did not put up with was incompetence or bullshit.
The guard didn't even come out of the little shack - he just waved them
through when the gate opened.
"I'm really sorry about that Ken," she said.
"It's not like it's your fault," he replied.
Her response was firm. "It is, actually. We're the ones responsible
for the property until it's sold. We're the ones that hired that idiot - if
only indirectly."
Well, she had a strong sense of responsibility, Ken thought as they
pulled up to the front door. The place was even bigger, and more beautiful,
than the pictures had shown. Joan punched in the code to get the key, opened
the door and disarmed the alarm system.
Wow, thought Ken. Joan was echoing his thoughts, but hid her reaction
better. She'd seen a number of high end mansions, but this was flat out
amazing. They were standing in the entrance hall. It had two sets of steps that
started on each side, then curved around to meet at the top. A huge chandelier
hung from the ceiling and the floor was beautifully done marble.
"The purchase price includes all the furnishings," she said reading off
the sheet. This had to be the most unusual property she'd ever represented.
"Anything you don't want can be sent to charity or sold."
If this part of the house was this amazing, Ken wondered what the rest
of the house looked like.
The answer was ... staggering. First of all, Joan pulled out a map - a
fucking, honest to goodness map of the place. Ken laughed at that. By the time
they'd gone halfway through the first floor, he wasn't laughing anymore. There
was a huge study with floor to ceiling book shelves that were filled with books.
There was a fire place, a desk, beautiful chairs a small wet bar and Goddess
knew what else. They went through the kitchens - there were two, the dining
rooms, formal, breakfast and family, the game room, a living room, ball room and
after that Ken just walked around in wonder. The place was amazing. The doors
from the study opened onto a porch that had a hot tub and a small swimming pool.
There was another pool that was much bigger and enclosed which could be reached
from a different hall. The enclosure had windows that could all be removed in
the summer time. Ken shook his head in amazement. They went up to the second
floor. Each bedroom had a bath attached, and there were actually two wings.
The family wing had more than five bedrooms and the Master bedroom looked like
it had more square footage than his house. When he opened the walk in
closet/dressing rooms, he was sure of it. He just stood in the bathroom and
gaped in wonder. There was a hot tub at least as big as the one in the hotel
last weekend. A shower area that was bigger, two sinks topped with Italian
marble, as was the heated floor, a toilet and a bidet. In the bedroom proper,
there was a large screen TV on the wall and a suite of electronic devices that
made Ken's mouth water.
Even though Ken was almost overcome by the opulence, Joan had recovered.
She tried to stay in professional mode, but each visit to a bedroom made her
think of being stretched out on a bed getting fucked. Since the master bedroom
was the last major room to visit, she was eyeing the huge four poster bed and
wondering what it would be like to be tied to it. Ken finally focused his
attention on Joan. Her musk and arousal were too strong to ignore and he wanted
to know a little more about her.
Joan was 42 and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for
a younger woman 4 years ago and, heart broken, she'd thrown herself into her
business. She'd already been in real-estate for five years prior to that, and
had found she had a real talent for it. After Dan had left her, her sales
skyrocketed and she managed to wiggle her way into the high end market. Once
there, she moved to the top position, and after a year had managed to list with
enough clients to open her own business. She was hard working and single
minded. She hadn't had sex with anyone since Dan.
Their sex life had been active. She'd enjoyed herself, but often felt
that there was something lacking. Not that he hadn't made her cum - he had.
But he'd always been pretty passive and it turned Joan off. She realized after
they'd split that she wanted someone who could give as good as he got. Maybe
even someone who could control her a little and let her sort of relax and get
pulled along.
She knew absolutely nothing about BDSM and had never thought of having
sex with another woman. She just craved sex with someone who was not quite so
wishy-washy. Well, thought Ken, I can live with that.
When he released her, she, of course, had no idea what he'd been doing.
She started wondering what he'd think if she decided to leave him alone in the
house for a short time. Like long enough for her to find somewhere to get off.
She almost never masturbated, and she hadn't felt this horny in years, but if
she didn't do something about it, she was going to rape her client. Definitely
not good business practice. Ken smiled and decided to try something.
Joan turned to look at Ken and found him standing far closer to her than
she'd thought. She was five eight, in her three inch heels, but Ken was six
foot tall and she found herself looking at his chest. Wanting to run her hands
over it. So she did.
Ken looked down at her as she ran her hands over his t-shirt, tweaking
his nipples a bit. She looked up at him and he bent to kiss her. Joan moaned
into the kiss as his big hands wrapped around her arms. It didn't take long for
them to make their way to the bed where he quickly removed her suit top, then
her shirt and bra. Her breasts sagged a bit, but they weren't very big so they
didn't sag much. He took them in his hands and squeezed. Joan moaned her
approval while his thumbs rubbed her thickening nipples. Pushing her back on
the bed, he pushed up her skirt, then pulled down her soaked pantyhose and
panties. She was completely untrimmed, her hair dark and matted with her
juices. Her scent went right to his cock, making the hard rod throb with
excitement. Ken pulled her pantyhose and panties off one foot and spread her
wide. She was happy to oblige, especially when she felt his tongue sliding
between her hairy lips. She was soaked down there, a testament to how excited
she'd been since Ken had entered her office. One, then two fingers entered her
snatch, the long digits pressing something inside her that made her moan. She
went off like a rocket when he sucked her clit while stroking her G spot. He
didn't let her rest, but pushed her over the edge again.
She pulled his head from between her legs and kissed him, tasting her own cunt
for the first time. It tasted good to her.
"Your cock," she said, pulling up his shirt and fumbling for his belt, "I need
your cock in me now."
Ken laughed, and flipped her over, putting one hand in the small of her back to
hold her that way.
"Now, now, it isn't polite to demand you know. I'm afraid I'll have to punish
you a bit for that. Unless you don't want that cock you were asking for."
She groaned. Oh god, this was what she needed. Someone who wasn't afraid to
push her a little. Who wouldn't give in to every little thing she wanted. She
heard his belt slip from his pants, and her breath quickened. He wouldn't
really spank her, of course, but the thought was exciting.
Smack. She jumped and moaned louder. Shit, he really would spank her! Oh god
the fire went right to her clit. Another smack followed that one, then another.
She was writhing and begging for his cock now. Ken wasn't hitting her hard at
all. Just enough to warm her up a bit. He was pleased with her reaction
though, she was really getting off.
Smack. "Tell me what you want," he demanded.
"Your cock," she answered.
Smack. "Where?" he asked. "Where do you want it?"
Dare she say it? No way. "My pussy, I want it in my pussy," she
begged.
Ken knew that that wasn't where she really wanted it. "Are you sure?"
Smack, "You sure you want my cock in your pussy? Or would you like it somewhere
else?"
Oh God how did he know? Her ass was hit again. It burned and stung and
made her clit buzz.
"Tell me again," he said, "where you want my cock."
She groaned and suffered through two more strikes of the belt. "My ass,
my ASS!" she yelled as the belt hit a third time.
"Sounds good to me," said Ken. He pushed into her pussy, coating
himself with her lube, then began working it into her asshole. It was a very
tight fit, but oddly she felt very little pain. He was huge though, far bigger
than her husband had been. It took a while, and she savored every delicious
second of it, but finally he was in. When he diddled her clit, she came, her
asshole clenching around the huge pole. He drove her though three more orgasms
before he dumped his load in her bowels. She collapsed in a sweaty heap on the
bed and panted.
Joan shook her head. She was alone in the room. What the fuck? Ken
poked his head into the bedroom and said, "You coming?"
More than slightly confused, she nodded and left the room. Ken smiled
as he followed her thoughts. Her body was satisfied - she could even feel the
tingling in her asshole where he'd just fucked her. Or where she'd just
fantasized that he'd fucked her. Or something. At least she could think now.
Her panties were soaked through, as were her pantyhose. She could smell herself
and it was starting to turn her on again.
They sat in the small dining room.
"So," she said, "what do you think?"
"I think it's all a bit overwhelming," replied Ken. "I mean, this place
is huge. I've never seen anything like it."
"Yes. It's got about 20 thousand square feet. The price is ten million
dollars," she said, "and since it's essentially an estate sale, with no
relatives involved, we can move fairly quickly." She paused, "If you want it."
"Oh, I want it alright." he replied. "However, there's someone else I'd
like to see it as well. Do you think we could come back tonight for another
look?"
For the kind of money she'd be making from the sale, they could come
back at five in the morning for all she cared. "Of course. Do you know what
time?" But someone else? Shit! Did that mean he was married? There was no
ring - aside from that one on his forefinger.
"Well, let me make a call."
Jane picked up her phone, "Hello?"
"Hi," he said, "it's me."
"Hi," her voice did all sorts of interesting things to his libido.
Unlike Joan, he hadn't cum. It seemed like he'd only absorbed a little of the
energy though so perhaps it took a lot of energy to create a fantasy like that.
No matter, Joan was still pretty horny and was giving off quite a lot.
"What time you get off tonight?" he asked, looking at his watch. It was
around 2pm now.
"I'll be at the house by 4. Is that OK?"
"Yup. I have something I want to show you."
Her answering purr made his pants bulge. "Sounds like fun. Will it
involve ropes?"
Ken smiled, "No, but it will involve a blindfold. Sound good?"
"Yes Master," came the throaty reply. No doubt about it. He needed to
cum. Joan was also caught up in his tide of lust and her arousal was rapidly
approaching the level it had been before. Her panties were sopping wet -
literally soaked.
They rode out toward the gate and had to stop, since when they guard saw
them coming he made them wait before hauling his lazy ass out of the station.
"I hope he can find another job," Joan commented, "because he'd better
not be here tonight."
They talked on the drive back and Joan explained what would happen next.
Ken was pretty sure that he wanted the place. Joan explained that it was a
total steal without going into the strange circumstances that surrounded its
sale.
Ken assured her that even if they didn't want this place, he was in the
market for something like it. He was very interested in it - interested enough
to leave a sizeable deposited for Joan to get the paperwork started.
That made Joan happy. She had some things to deal with, but the terms
of the sale would make the transfer of title very easy. Not to mention the fact
that she had some connections, which would speed things up even more. Once she
had the contact information for his accountant, she was all set.
They arrived at the office and shook hands. Ken told her he'd meet her
at the gate to the mansion at 5pm and they parted. Ken touched her mind and saw
that Joan was all business now. She was ignoring the continued signals coming
from between her legs so that she could begin getting things set up. If all
went well, she could close this sale tonight. The income would be very nice for
her business, that was for sure.
He had no sooner swung onto the highway, when Jane called.
"Sir," she said, "we have a bit of a problem."
"Oh?"
"Yes Sir. It's about Genie..."
End part 16
Once again, I'd like to thank MWTB for the second pair of eyes!
