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on: January 06, 2018, 11:34:30 AM
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This is a complete work of fiction intended for audiences 18 years of age and older.

Summary:
Graham trains slut wives for the members of an elite clandestine society. Jennifer is sponsored by a senior member to be admitted into the exclusive circle. This is the story of her training.

The Training of Jennifer


Graham moved to answer the door even before the faint knocking . He swung the penthouse door fully open, turned his back on the guest and continued speaking on the telephone. He paced as he spoke. "Yes she is here. No, I'm not sure. I have yet to even look at her. Just remain in the lobby this might be all over very quickly ..... Well, me too ..... I'll let you know as soon as I can. Certainly, David. Yes, in that case I'll send her back down and you can take her home." Graham turned within the spacious living area to face Jennifer who stood on the threshold. "Well, come in and close the door. Either that or get back on the elevator and down to the lobby. Your David is still there."


He smiled, enjoying her emotional struggle. "You've been told what this is all about. Come in and begin, or leave. I will not abide silliness." She swallowed and stepped smartly into the apartment. She was dressed in a 3/4 length leather coat, cinched at the waist. She clutched a round overnight case to her chest and stood blinking at her host.


He strode over to her and yanked the case from her grasp. "I told you to close the door behind you. And, you will have no need of this." With that he tossed the small case into the hallway and slammed the door shut. She went to reach for her case as he tore it from her. Then, as he chucked it out and into the hallway she began to protest. He covered her mouth with his open hand. "Just be silent. You will speak when asked a direct question. David may have spoiled you but you will find none of that here."


Graham walked around Jennifer inspecting her face and hair. He stared directly into her eyes when he had completed his circuit. Jennifer tried to return his stare but quickly lost her nerve and stared down at the floor. "The hair is nice, provocative even. It's like a lion's mane. Huh, quite a mass of curls for such a delicate face. Blond highlights. Nice. It's a cock teaser's hair style. David told me you were a horny little thing under a controlled veneer. Are you a horny little thing, Hm? Is your cunt wet even now? We shall see."


He took her chin between his index finger and thumb, raising her face to his. He was much taller than the diminutive woman. Her neck arched backward to accommodate his positioning of her. " A pretty face, elfin features, probably Irish descent. Big liquid blue eyes. I'm going to enjoy abusing you. You make me want to hurt you already. There is something extremely vulnerable about you." As he spoke he worked his thumb into her mouth and held it open. He inspected her teeth and ran his index finger between her gum and cheek. Next, he thrust his two fingers down her throat. She gagged and sputtered at the invasion. "We'll have to work on that." He remarked casually.


"Take off the coat. Let me examine the rest of you." He kept her head locked between his hands. He wanted to gauge her reaction. Graham knew that David had sent her up to his apartment naked except for the trench coat. David knew how to follow instructions. Jennifer reached for the belt which held her only garment in place. Instead of untying it, as requested, she clasped onto it with a marked urgency. David let go of her face and reached into his pocket for the cell phone. He continued to stare at Jennifer and punched the redial button.


"David... yes, come and get her. No, I refuse to waste my time on coy little games. Well, I'm sure you did explain the opportunity to her. We tried. Yes of course." Graham flipped the phone closed and opened the apartment door. " David is on his way up to retrieve you. You may wait by the elevator. Good-bye Mrs. Arris. It has been a pleasure meeting you." Jennifer stepped out of the penthouse and collected her overnight bag. Graham closed the door. In less than a minute there was another faint knock.


Graham, who had not moved from his spot eased open the door. There stood Jennifer with eyes downcast. She placed her overnight bag on the floor. "I" she ventured. "May I speak?"


"Of course my dear, you are no longer under my tutelage. All social protocol is back in play. Can I help you with anything?" Graham was the soul of graciousness.


" I was silly. I ... I reacted instinctively. I do want to please David. This is so very important to him. Will you give me....Can I have another chance ... please?" She fidgeted as she spoke.


The door of the elevator opened and David, a handsome young man in his early thirties, stepped into the foyer. Jennifer wheeled and started to move towards him. Graham snatched her by the wrist and spun her back to face him. "You were saying." He signaled for David to remain where he stood.


Standing self consciously in the hallway Jennifer proceeded. "I want you to take me back. I want to please my husband. I want to be trained."


"Just exactly what will I train you to do, my dear?"


"To be a slut."


"More."


"To fuck and suck your cock and be used in anyway that you chose." Jennifer's cheeks were crimson and her eyes welled up with hot tears.


"Take your coat off." Graham demanded coldly. Jennifer stepped towards the apartment with her hands on her belt. He reached up to her shoulders stopping her where she stood. "Here will be fine." Jennifer spun her head round to look at David, then to check the hallway for onlookers. Tears were now rolling down her cheeks but she did uncinch her belt and allow her coat to slip down her arms and fall to the floor. She had a petite but splendidly proportioned body. "No wonder you two were nominated for the society. Nice pert little tits." He reached up and tweaked each nipple. They were large for the size of her smallish breasts and pointed slightly upward. "They are very responsive as well. He rubbed a thumb over each of them. Can she cum just from nipple play David? Place your hands behind your back, my dear. I want free reign with you." Graham worked his hands over her tight abdomen. He first combed then stretched out some threads of pubic hair with his fingers. A nice looking cunt. A cute little protruding slit. A cameltoe I think they call it. Lovely. So, you want to please your husband. Is that all? That is not the way I hear it."


Graham was now moving around her, dragging his palm and fingertips across her hip and thigh. When he was behind her he moved her hands to afford himself an unencumbered view of her ass. He explored the weight and heft of the tight bulbous cheeks. "David told me some little secrets you have shared with him. All about some games with your brother William and his friend Sid. The cock sucking story with your camp counselor. Your experiments with Linda, your old chum in high school. Your rspe and gang-bang fantasies, your exhibitionist tendencies." Jennifer was shocked and ashamed as this stranger rattled off her most intimate secrets: secrets and musings shared in her marriage bed with David. "There are many more. Aren't there, my dear? You will confess them all later. But, I think we should drop the pretense that you are here only to please David. David has made me privy to your intense sexual excitement since you came to accept our proposition. You have your own needs."


She winced at each revelation and felt betrayed. His words exposed her more than her nudity. She recalled wanking on David's cock and whispering her desires into his ear as she worked her cunt against his thigh. She forced herself to dismiss these recollections, afraid of what she might remember. Graham continued; "First, you were moved by greed of course. You will want for nothing, if you are accepted. David's career will advance rapidly with such a cadre of influential friends. You have been told all of that. But tell me about you, your wants. Why did you accept the proposal. Admit what you are Jennifer. Here, to me, in front of your husband."


Jennifer looked up and into Graham's eyes. She seemed defiant for the first time this evening. "I'm a slut. I want to be abused and fucked by the powerful men you speak of."


"More."


"I'm a cock sucking, whore. I want you to do what you will with my horny cunt. I want to surrender...." Graham reached up and silenced her with his hand across her mouth. He stared into her moist eyes. He placed a foot between her legs and moved her feet farther apart. With the palm of his hand he covered her entire cunt. "Wet." He pronounced accusingly.


He slowly began to massage her cunt, rubbing the lips together; sliding them back and forth against each other. He felt the enlarged clit roll around within her labia. He pulled her into the room by her oozing cunt and signaled for David to follow. David did so and closed the door. "You were sopping wet as you stood in a public corridor naked, with your husband watching, with a stranger fondling you.. I think we can drop any pretense to morality. It is quite obvious who and what you are."


Once inside the apartment, David rested his back on the door as Graham bent Jennifer over double, into a touch your toes pose. "You have been sponsored by John Grover, the founder of your husband's law firm." He spread her ass cheeks and inspected her tight, puckered sphincter as he spoke. "He took quite an interest in you at a dinner party. So I am told. He wants you and will accept David into the Dilletante society in order to get you. There are senators, congressmen, famed CEO's, even entertainers within the club. They will all have access to you. David will have access to their wives or mistresses as well. It will mean sure fire success. For both of you. I sense that you will enjoy untapped pleasures my little slut." He worked his middle finger up into her rectum. "You are both fortunate indeed. I am paid quite handsomely, Jennifer to train you and to give you both final approval." Now, he eased a finger up and inside her cunt. "Do you like having your husband watch this intrusion, Hm?"


Next, Graham stood her up. Placed an arm around her waist and turned to face David. "I think we have reached an understanding. Jennifer and I." He took Jennifer's hand by the wrist and forced it down the front of his pants and his briefs. Her hand covered his erect cock. She was surprised at the thickness and firmness of his member. He looked at David as he moved his wife's hand up and down his engorged prick. "I don't usually give second chances David. But, she is deliciously vulnerable and I do long to abuse her. The next time she gets ridiculous, I will be calling you at home. There will be no taking her back a second time. You may go now David. The Mrs. and I have work to do."


David slipped quietly out of the apartment. Jennifer's eyes clicked down to the carpet as he left. Graham pulled her hand out of his pants and walked her over to his easy chair. He sat on the edge of the chair with his legs wide open. He pointed to the floor between his feet. "Kneel here." He ordered. When she was in place he spread her legs further apart with his shoes. "Place your hands on top of your thighs. Sit back on your haunches. Head down. This is your position. You will get into it whenever I sit on this chair. I will always begin our sessions from here." He slid his the toe of his shoe between her legs and tapped it against her cunt while looking down at her. He considered her for a long time and she remained still. Her breath and her heart however were racing.


"You will learn to please, tease and amuse. There are members with varying tastes and needs. You will be expected to fulfill any and all of these. Everything I do with you and to you is to achieve that end. Lay on your back, splay yourself open and masturbate for me. Entertain me." She slowly, tentatively eased herself back and onto the carpet. She closed her eyes and slid a hand over the mound of the cunt.




Graham sat back and smiled observing Jennifer clinically. Her eyes clamped shut. Her legs crossed. She trapped and squeezed her own probing hand between her thighs. Her hand worked up and down with increased pressure, flattening her clit against her pubic bone. The involuntary fuck thrusts of her hips became more rhythmical and pronounced. Her abdomen tightened. She felt the waves descending through her body to her cunt. The first few internal spasms began.


"Stop!" shouted Graham. He reached over and slapped her resoundingly on the thigh when he gave the command. "Get up here and listen for fuck's sake. Back into your position."


Jennifer lay there blinking and looking up at Graham. It took her a few seconds to abandon the demands her cunt was making at the moment.


"Now!" Graham commanded. He remained perfectly still as he gave commands: his voice flat but layered with authority. his eyes piercing and cold. Jennifer was moved as if by a physical force. She kipped up and back into her position between his knees.


"I asked you to masturbate for me didn't I? Well didn't I?" He took his index finger and raised her chin. Her eyes stared into his. "That was a direct question."


"I - I was masturbating. I" She got nothing else out because he placed a finger over her lips.


"Listen..." he spoke as if to a child, slowly, distinctly. " I asked you to masturbate for ME. You were masturbating for you. You are meant to entertain me. Tease me. Make me want you. If a man asks you to masturbate, he wants to be a voyeur. He wants to see you at your most private, your most intimate. Say how you love finger fucking yourself. Tell him how good it feels. Tell him how much you want his hot cock. Moan, curse, be lewd, open pussy, your ass cheeks and ask him questions. The mind is the main sex organ my little fuck toy. What does he want? Is he more turned on by your obscenities, by your need for his cock, by your writhing and moaning, by a fantasy that is taking you where you want to go." The back of his hand slid down her neck, over the top of her left breast. Then he clamped his thumb and crooked index finger down on her nipple.


She gave a quick yelp and sucked in her breath. He increased the pressure of the violent pinch and stared flatly into her eyes. "Now, masturbate for ME." He ordered. Then he eased himself back into his leather chair. Jennifer settled back onto the carpet at his feet. She began to moan and writhe sensually before him. Her two hands snaked down her body and she moaned in pleasure as she slid them ever closer to her mound. "I'm so fucking horny." She whispered. "I need to cum so bad. Mmmm." She grabbed each of her thighs and spread them wide, arching her back at the same time. "You like? Mmm? You want? Oh fuck baby. Right here... Lick me right here. Or here maybe," she stretch her legs back and exposed her ass. You want to lick me here Daddy? Oh fuck..." Jennifer found that she was turning herself on with her own sexuality. When she went at her clit, all she was able to do was pump and moan like an alley cat. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yea...." In seconds her eyes clamped shut and she bucked and spasmed on the rug. A stream of : "fucks" and "cock" and "cunt" and "cocksucker" began a litany of every filthy word she knew. After a few ecstatic minutes, Jennifer lay spent on the floor. She had never cum like that before.


When she was able to open her eyes and focus, Graham patted himself on the thigh and motioned for her to assume her position. "What were you thinking about when you got off like that?


"I - I don't know. I."


Graham reached both hands down to her nipples and clamped them in the same pinching clasp as he had used before. "What were you thinking about when you got off like that?" His voice remained a calm monotone. The pressure of his pinch however increased evenly until she was sure she could bare it no longer. Still the intensity increased, like the speedometer in a car.


"My husband. My husband David." she blurted out. " I was thinking of our last fuck and of his cock and how he used it on me. I"


Graham let go of both her nipples. A whoosh of air escaped from her lungs. He placed a hand on either side of her face and moved his own face close to hers. "Don't, don't ever lie to me."


Then, it happened suddenly. With surprising strength and quickness Graham whisked her off the floor. All movements were then a blur to Jennifer but she found herself over his left leg. Her own legs were trapped and held in place by his right thigh. His left hand pushed hard on the middle of her back and she was bent double over his knee. Her hands were flat on the floor to maintain her balance. Smack! came the first blow. A red hand mark appeared on her ass almost immediately. Smack. Another one on exactly the same spot. She complained and howled. Then he began to rain smack after stinging smack all over her bottom. The screaming was soon replaced by tears, sobs and pleadings. Eventually, he stopped, with abrupt measured speech. He asked. "What were you thinking of when you got off like that?"


" I was thinking of you." She was still over his knee with her hands on the floor speaking up through her own legs. "I was thinking about the feel of your thick cock. I was thinking of David watching me handling your cock. I wanted you to fuck me in front of him. I wanted to see it and suck it. I wanted to do it all with David standing there."


Graham let her up and gestured for her to take her position. She knelt in front of him once more. Then she broke down into a serious sobbing cry. "I wanted you to fuck me." She said between sobs and sniffs. She leaned her head into him and he let her. She cried into his trousered crotch. He smoothed the hair on the back of her head. She cried for a long time. Then she went silent... calm... peaceful. She stayed still and breathed him in. They remained like that for a half hour.

"Okay, enough. We are done for the night." Graham stood Jennifer up and lead her to her room: a room she would occupy for the entire training period.
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Reply #1 on: January 08, 2018, 05:08:47 PM
I will be honest with you.  I don't normally read stories on KB, even though I do monitor them.  I give them a quick look to make sure codes and disclaimers are properly placed and then move on.  This one I read.  And I found a well written sexually exciting story.  I look forward to your next installment.  This earns you a woo, Stroker.

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Reply #2 on: January 08, 2018, 09:18:54 PM
Thank you MintJulie. That is a wonderful compliment. Merci bien...


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Reply #3 on: January 08, 2018, 09:22:01 PM


Her room was the first on the left in a hallway which led to the back of the penthouse. Jennifer was impressed by the artwork in the corridor; an eclectic mix of modern and traditional. The pictures were blended more by palette than by style or subject matter. Did he have the taste to arrange these or was there a decorator involved? She longed to ask, to know more about him. She was brought up short by her first glimpse into her room. It was minimalist to say the least. Perhaps Spartan was a better description. It reminded Jennifer of a nun's cell. There was a low brass bed: a straight backed wooden chair, a cube of a night stand with a solitary brass lamp sitting atop it. There was, however, no door. Neither was there a door leading into the attached bathroom.

Graham was looking into the room as well. He felt her looking at him but did not turn to face her. "You will sleep as you are, naked. I may chose to come in and study you as you sleep. I want full access to you if I do so. I may also chose to watch you as you shower or sit on the toilet. You will have no privacy while you are here. You are mine to inspect and examine in your most intimate of moments. I will bring you a pencil and some paper. Tonight you will write of a secret sexual episode, thought, fantasy. Something you have never shared with anyone especially David. I warn you not to lie to me. Since we will be dealing with things sexual. You may occasionally want to masturbate. You may do so; but, you will ask for my permission beforehand.Goodnight." He was gone and Jennifer watched his back as he walked down the corridor.

Jennifer felt the soft touch of fingers, drawing a pattern on her back. The sensation brought her out of a fitful sleep. She had had a succession of wildly shifting dreams: of her father and of David and of a boy, Brian, that she hardly knew in highschool. In all of these dreams she was naked, as if she had forgotten to dress that morning. She felt shame and tried to cover her breasts and her exposed sex. Then a fly was crawling on her back. No it was a caress of some sort. It was a finger drawing on her back. She was waking but kept her eyes closed. It was David. She smiled and wiggled her naked bum at him. They would have morning sex. That is why she was so wet. Jennifer loved morning sex. Her eyes lazily drifted open. No. It was him. Graham. It all came back to her. Where she was. What she was doing. Instinctively her hands shot down to cover her cunt. SLAP! He slapped her hands hard with a sharp surprising blow.

"Come on my little cunt. Breakfast, then a full day." She could smell coffee and waffles. "Shower. I want you in a ponytail. There is an outfit for you folded over the chair. If you take too long, no breakfast. Oh, and bring your assignment from last night. There's a good little fuck." Jennifer emerged into the kitchen after ten minutes and Graham stopped munching to appraise her. She stood there in a classic private schoolgirl outfit. The red tartan kilt barely covered the white silk panties she had been given. Her selected blouse was starched white cotton. She wore brogues and red knee sox. He crooked his two middle fingers indicating that she should come closer. He turned her around inspecting her as he spoke.

"You will be asked to play many games by the members. This is a favorite outfit of a number of them." He raised her kilt and then hiked up her panties so that they hugged and outlined her cunt. He even ran a finger across her inner lips , causing the material to indent and fold into her slit. "There." He turned her around and the yanking up of her panties made the flimsy material embed in her ass crack as well. "Nice. You have a very attractive ass. The way these little creases below your cheeks wink at the observer as you walk away. That is very seductive. Use it. Bend over. Arch your back. Look over your shoulder at me. Give me that “Come fuck me” look…. Pouty.... Pouty. Nice. Now have some breakfast. I've laid it all out for you."

"Now where is that assignment, I gave you last night?"

"Here." Jennifer had set it down as she approached the table. He had seen her do it. Still he asked for it. He reached for the papers and her heart raced. She began to perspire and leaned forward in her chair. She swallowed hard. Instead of reading her papers  he shuffled them square and took them over to his desk. He put them in the drawer and never even glanced at them. Was she relieved or disappointed or angry? She was not sure. She was not sure of anything.

After breakfast Graham went over to his chair and gestured for her to draw near and into position. Again he tapped her inner thighs with his foot indicating that she was to splay her legs more. When he was satisfied he began. "Most of the gentlemen will have specific tastes, needs, urges. They will often request a game or a costume. We will go through a number of them. Introducing all the games is not the point however. What you must do is read the member carefully. Know what he wants. See what excites him. You will learn to become a mind reader with me. It is no trick. It is observation and cunning. Today,Miss Walters, you are going to visit the doctor. You have come of age and should have your first proper examination. Look at me. What do you know already?"

"What do I know?" She was a little dismayed that he had used her maiden name. How much did this man know about her? She hardly heard the question as she considered this.

He reached down as he had before and clamped down savagely on her covered nipple. They were still sore from the previous evening and Jennifer jumped and whimpered. He hit the exact same spot.

"Do not be obtuse. A member has asked you to wear a school girl uniform. He wants you to visit him as if he were your doctor. What do you know already?"

"He wants to examine me.... to put me in stirrups perhaps... He wants me to be an innocent, virginal... he wants to fuck me or have me suck his cock... he wants to force me... and abuse me."

"Go through all the possibilities. Be prepared to switch expectations. Watch his reactions. You are going to see Dr. Walsh: a trusted old family doctor." Again she was startled this time even more so. How did he know Dr. Walsh? How much does he know about me? She vowed never to lie to him. Her thoughts flashed back to last nights assignment. "I'll play the good doctor. Watch me. See what I want."

He crossed over to his desk which floated in the middle of the reading area. "Come in Miss Walters. Don't dawdle. I'm a very busy man. Sit.Sit. Sit." He clapped his hands together loudly as he commanded. He broke out of character and peered at her. "What do I want?"

"You want to dominate me. Take me. Frighten me."

"More importantly, how do I want you to act? That is always the big question. I have a fantasy and you have to fulfil it. What do I envision you doing when I jerk off to this fantasy?"

"I'm shy. I'm scared of taking my clothes off in front of a man. I'm afraid of what you will do to me down there. I'm afraid you will know what I do to myself at night."

"That is excellent. Keep refining. Keep asking. How does he want me to act. That is the key."

"What if Dr.Walsh was like this. Oh... Oh... Miss Walters. I'm sorry. I was expecting. Let me see." He fidgeted through his papers. He blushed. He couldn't look at Jennifer.

"He wants me to be a teen aged slut." Jennifer was enjoying herself. "He wants me to seduce him. He wants me to flash and flirt and touch his cock. I..."

"Yes, good. Let's go back to the first one. Keep your eyes open. Keep evaluating. It may change. Read. Read. Read him." He began again.

"Come in Miss Walters. Don't dawdle. I'm a very busy man. Sit.Sit. Sit... Well what do you want?"

She squirmed in her seat. "My mom called. She. She told you what I wanted, er...needed... had to have."

"God, Miss Walters. Out with it. I haven't got all day."

"I want. She wants....She thinks I need an examination... down there..."

He rounded the desk. Sat menacingly on the edge,leaning in towards her. You mean a gynecological examination. Is that it? Why?"

"She just thinks so."

"Are you sexually active?"

"What?.. Do you?..."

"Are you fucking some boy at school? Do you want to start fucking some boy at school? Are you finger fucking yourself thinking about boys at school?"

"No...yes..." She slumped over and started to cry.

"Oh stop this nonsense for God's sake. Lets see if everything is in working order. I'll have to give you a complete detailed inspection. You can answer my questions as we proceed. Come over here young lady and let's get you ready for the examination....."

Jennifer stood up but did not move towards the good doctor. Rather she looked down at her shoes and shuffled her feet, remaining exactly where she was. Doctor Walsh reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. "You seem to be maturing properly." He ran his hands over her ass and squeezed her buttocks like a balloon. "Nice musculature. That seems fine. Are you involved in athletics Miss Walters?" As he asked his hand wandered up to her breasts and he cupped them, hefted them and tested their size and firmness. He turned her round to face him. She was between his open thighs and he pulled her forward so that her hips were touching his inner thighs. He began unbuttoning her blouse. "Are you involved in sports at school Miss Walters." His voice now had an edge to it.

"I do gymnastics and basketball."

"Mmmm." he breathed recognition of her statement. He had now taken off her blouse completely and was reaching around her to unclasp her bra. She tried to step back but he grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Don't be ridiculous, Miss Walters. Have you any idea how many naked women I see? Your mother for one." Jennifer looked down, she noticed and stared at the bulge in his trousers,a tear rolled over her red cheek. "I hope your coach makes you shower after games and practices. Always think hygiene. Miss Walters. So many girls refuse to shower then, I have to deal with infections and the like. Do you shower with the other girls Miss Walters?" Her bra popped open and he slid the straps over her quivering shoulders. Dr. Walsh took his stethoscope from the desk. He looked at her and she nodded her assent to his questions. "Do you clean yourself properly with soap and water? Do you clean all the nooks and crannys where sweat gathers? Hm?"

"Yes, doctor."

He lifted her right breast by the nipple and listened underneath. He held her tit up by the nipple as he did so. He began to roll the puffy nipple and knead it to a hardened state. He did the same with her left breast. While he did so he asked. "Do you use your hands to soap between your legs? Do you look at the other girls? Do you compare their bodies to yours.Hm? Do you? Are there reasons beside the water that make you wet?" He craned his head under hers to look into her face. "Hm?"

She choked back a sob and gently tried to pull away from him. He held onto her by closing his thighs about her hips. "Its quite natural that some have more hair down there, that some have larger breasts, smaller breasts, no breasts at all. Its natural to be curious. No need to be shy. Do you have a lot of hair down there Miss Walters? Do you have a little cleft that shows even when you stand or do you have a protruding mound? Do your inner lips extend outside your labia?" He was now rubbing the back of her thighs with both his hands. He inched her forward so that his swollen cock was nearly touching her abdomen. "Well, we'll see all that for ourselves now won't we?"

He took her by the wrist and lead her back to the chair she had previously occupied. "Come on now sit. There you go. Heels up on the seat. Open wide. Lean back." He knelt in front of her and flipped back her kilt. "Gymnastics, Yes. Those costumes are very revealing Miss Walters. Do you realize that the boys can leer at your bottom and at the shape of your pudendum? They can see every feature of your body. Do you like that? Do you enjoy them looking at your body? Now do you have any discharge problems?" He leaned his face into Jennifer's crotch and breathed her in through his nose. He did this three or four times: deep lingering sniffs. He leaned back after each one and closed his eyes in rapture.

"Please, please Doctor....I perhaps you should stop." She placed her feet on his chest and started to push him away. He clasped her ankles and ripped them off his chest, splaying her wide as he did so. He leered in at her panty covered cunt. He then took her feet and placed them on his cock. He started to move her feet up and down as he pressed his prick into the soles in a masturbatory motion. "Please, Doctor, you have to stop. I'll tell. I'll tell everyone. Stop. Please."

He reached in and tore down her panties. He placed a leg over each arm of the chair. "I will hurt you Miss Walsh. I will hurt you badly. Do you understand me?" He jammed his middle right finger deep inside her cunt. "I am a doctor. I could hurt you permanently. Shall we play nice Jennifer?"

"Yes, yes, Doctor Walsh anything." She sobbed. "Just don’t' hurt me. Please. I'll do anything. Don't hurt me."

Doctor Walsh went back to his leering and lewd questioning, but he settled down and stopped threatening. "I see you've been finger fucking yourself Jennifer. Quite vigorously as well. How often do you go at your little fuck hole?"

Jennifer was coy and squirming once again. "Every night doctor... I just can't get to sleep until... You know."

"Do you knead your tits too, as you are fucking yourself?"

She answered shyly, coyly, "Yes doctor." Doctor Walsh stopped to unzip his fly and he fished his engorged cock out of his briefs. It stood like a flag pole and he continued.

"Do you finger your asshole as well?"

"I never thought."

"Yes, yes, that is another cock hole my dear. Very erogenous." With that he inserted the index finger of his other hand into her rectum. "Finger fuck it like this, Jennifer, as you wack off. Do you do this?" He began to vibrate the tip of his index finger rapidly on her clit. He was barely touching it. It was like a snakes flickering tongue, incredibly fast, almost imperceptibly yet maddeningly arousing. Jennifer threw her head back in the chair.

"OH FUCK!" She was out of character and thrusting her hips into his hand aching for firmer contact. "FUCK ME." She pleaded. He stopped abruptly.

"Now Miss Walsh. You may have heard of the "G" spot. For some women there is a highly sensitive, an erogenous area up here. He inserted his finger again and crooked it upward just behind the pelvis bone. He explored the musculature until he found the flat broad area he was feeling for. He placed the heel of his other hand on her abdomen  just above her mound. He pressed down with his palm as his finger stroked back and forth along the ridge inside her. "It helps if I press down on the spot as I massage it. It's a little more intense, and makes it easier to identify. You can do this yourself at home Miss Walters."

"Jennifer began to pump and she bit down on her lower lip. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" She panted out between breaths.

"Here, you press down here so I can use both hands." She replaced his palm with hers and played against his finger. He inserted a finger back into her asshole and was fucking her as she thrust her pussy pleadingly against his finger. Her eyes started to roll back into her head. "When are you going to fuck me?" She spoke as herself to Graham. I want you to fuck me.”

"AHHH!" She screamed and her head lolled from side to side against the chair. She took her hand off her abdomen and grasped the bottom of the chair. She tightened up and slid down the chair. He continued to finger her spot and his thumb pressed against her clit. His other hand hand sunk a finger deep into her asshole.

She was panting and slid down to the floor. Still he continued moving with her to keep contact. "Stop, stop.... You have to stop... Oh God... she went from laughing to screaming to shuddering all over. She grabbed his hand by the wrist and pulled it hard against herself. "Don't move. Just keep it right there. Oh Fuck. Don't do a thing. Oh fuck. Fuck me."

Graham stood up. "That was excellent." you are a quick study. A natural fuck toy. You made at least seven impeccable decisions. Now come back over here."
He went and sat in the session chair. Jennifer, scarlet red from her neck to her chest, panted and stared at him incredulously.


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Reply #4 on: January 11, 2018, 03:21:10 AM
The next session with Graham began with him sitting Jennifer down, having her strip off the remainder of her school uniform; then,handing her a large manilla envelope. He retrieved it from the end table. She supposed he had set it there earlier this morning. He indicated for her to open it. There she found a collection of articles, essays, chapters from various books. "You will spend the rest of the morning digesting those my little fuck meat. You did well this morning." He reached out and stroked the side of her face as he said this. Jennifer was astounded at the effect the faint praise had on her cunt. She was instantly wet and fought the urge to kiss and caress the back of his hand.

He let her curl up in the corner of the overstuffed couch and read. The articles were by Desmond Morris, Reiman, Lorenz, Clayton, basically regarding human body language, micro-expressions, the interpretation of gesture and tone. They dissected all manner of non verbal expression. There were papers on the human gestation period and the subsequent need for the female to possess the male psyche. Jennifer could see the relevance of the body language material but the rest seemed inconsequential, till during a reflective break in her reading she looked over at Graham. He too was reading. She studied him and wanted to capture his psyche. She wanted him obsessed by the thought of her. It was a eureka experience for Jennifer. She wanted Graham, David, all of them, her daddy, Brian everyone of them, to be consumed with desire for her. She wanted them unable to think of anything else. She realized why David's focus on his work drove her crazy. She realized how she could meet, fuck, tempt, amuse these; the powerful members of the Dilletante club and still satisfy her own wants and needs. She would make them long for her. She blushed with excitement. "How had he known this about her? How had he known what to give her to read?"

She continued to study him and vowed that Graham would soon need her like that. He felt her looking at him and he put his book face down on the end table. He stared flatly at her. "Come and suck me off." He said it as if asking for a cup of coffee. He spread his legs. Jennifer slithered off the couch and onto her hands and knees. Without making a sound she mimed a cat meowing. Swishing her hips with exaggerated sensuality she crawled over to him. She watched him intently. She was indeed a quick study and intended to read his needs, his excitement level. She feigned lapping up milk as she stared at his crotch. When she was nestled between his legs, she stroked her cheek against his stiff prick. Next, she licked and kissed the outline of his dick as it strained inside his trousers. Graham lay back smiling and let her perform. " I want your big fat cock..." She knelt up and reached for his fly. "I've wanted it since you first stuck my hand down your pants. I want to study it and suck on it and I want you to fuck me." She had now completely unzipped his trousers and inched them down his legs, over his thighs till they fell to the floor. Again she stroked her cheeks against it. His underwear was developing a large wet spot of precum around the head. She began to lick the moistened area. Playfully, she pulled on and stretched the elastic waistband. Then, she let it snap back with a twack. She giggled at this. "Does he want out? Does he need some fresh air?" She reached her hands up under the leg holes of his briefs and bounced his erect cock up and down with the back of her finger tips. She watched him as he pressed his hips closer to her. Her hands were inside his briefs and she slid them up and grasped the waistband.

She yanked them off and down to the floor in one quick movement. "OOOooo, there he is. Does he need some attention?" She nipped and licked the bulging head of his cock. "You like? You Like?" She asked as she blew, licked and kissed from the piss hole down to his balls. She hefted and weighed his nuts feeling his leg muscles stiffen as she did so. Her finger traced the rim of his rectum and he sucked in a gulp of air. She was registering every sigh, moan, twitch, thrust.

Then, she lost control to her animal lust. She passionately, ravenously, thrust his cock deep into her mouth. She sucked like a wanton child: needily, lewdly. She pumped her head up and down and began fucking his cock with her slurping mouth. Her tongue pressed and massaged the underside of his prick with increasing pressure. She wanted to drink his spunk. She could dally and tease no longer. She had intended to drive him mad with desire. She had intended to have him beg. But, she could not wait. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted his cock. She wanted a belly full of his hot cum. She wanted him with an uncontrolled frenzy. What had he done to her?

He took a handful of hair on either side of her head and began to move it back and forth steadily, violently. He was humping her face. He stood up and used his thigh muscles to fuck her mouth. If she could have she would have screamed....Yes, yes fuck me. Fill my mouth. Fill my belly. Spew down my throat. Hot thick gobs of cum. I want you. All she could do however was gag and grunt. She struggled for breath but did not want it ever to stop. Then, he began to pump his fuck juice into her mouth. It spilled from out the of sides of her lips and over her chin but the majority she swallowed with a gulping thirst. PLOP. He plopped his spasming prick out of her mouth and pushed her back on her haunches.
"You like sucking cock, don't you my little cunt? Is that how you sucked David's brother's dick, that night by their mom and dad's pool. You love a stiff cock in your mouth and hot jets of cum pumping down your throat. Will you ever tell David that you sucked off his brother?" Jennifer was shocked and looked up as if she had been slapped. When had he read her confession? She had just given it to him. He had tucked it away in the drawer of his desk. He had been with her since she gave it to him.

"Does he still get blow jobs from you at family gatherings? Does he fuck you in the toilet after Christmas dinner? Does he drop in to visit when David is at work?" Her head was swimming. "Well, my cum sucking slut. He does none of these things does he?
"What did I tell you never to do to me?" She stared blankly and shook her head. " I told you never, ever to lie to me. Didn't I? Didn't I?" He was enjoying her panic. "David doesn't have a brother. David is an only child." He grasped her wrist and yanked her down the hallway. He strode and she had to jog and hop in order to keep up. He pulled her roughly past her room, back further down the hall. On the left hand side of the corridor he stopped. The door they stopped at was locked and he fished for the key in his pocket. Once it was open he threw the it open and allowed her to stand and take it in before yanking her across the threshold. In the middle of the room was a self supporting frame, much like door frame, with leather cuffs and cables attached to the four corners. to the left of the frame was a long stainless steel table full of instruments and paraphernalia which Jennifer knew belonged to the BDSM lifestyle. She had seen their like on internet sites: crops, thongs, paddles, pins, candles. She stopped studying the table and its contents. He heart was beating wildly and she was truly afraid: Afraid and mesmerized at the same instant.

She pulled at the hold he had on her wrist. "No... No." she implored. It was useless. He grabbed her around the waist and hoist her onto his shoulder. Despite kicks and wriggles he soon had her over to the frame and her hands were manacled to the top of the doorway. He legs remained free. He stood back to watch her. Instinctively she crossed one leg over the other in a vain attempt at self protection.

"That is the last lie, you will ever tell me my little cocklicker." Some of the members enjoy this room. You will get to know it: but, now it is for you and I. He bent and fastened her left leg with a leather cuff. Next he secured her other leg then moved round her to the table. He selected a riding crop then walked back to her. "I will always supervise this room when a member and a date agree to play here. We will have nobody truly marked or scarred. I know how to administer a stinging punishment my dear as you will see. You have a lesson to learn.