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 Karen, Chapter One by Socketrocks

   Story Codes: MMF, Prost,

   Karen left the house and left her husband with the kids to go to her
'class.' As soon as she was in the car and away, she breathed a sigh of
relief.  These weekly getaways were important to her, and she found herself
needing them more and more.  She drove in the direction of the school, but
then passed the exit, and drove further north, taking an obscure rural
route deep into the forested countryside.  The large house was nestled
among the trees, not visible from the nearby road, and difficult to find if
you didn't have detailed directions.  Karen had made this trip nearly every
week for a year now, ever since she got lost on the way to her first
pottery class, and discovered something beyond her wildest dreams.

   Karen drove the car around to the back of the house, through an electric
gate for employee parking.  She exited the car and entered the house
through the a door marked 'servants entrance.' Inside the building she
smiled and passed some women she knew, and took the elevator to the third
floor.  She let herself into a room on the third floor with a key.

   The house was vast, in a years worth of visits Karen doubted she had
seen a third of it.  The room she occupied was small, and there were dozens
like it.  She shared the room with at least nine other women, only one of
whom she had met.  (That woman was running late, and Karen had arrived
early.) The room was sparsely furnished, with a fully stocked makeup table,
a mirror, a chair, and a boudoir.

   Karen quickly stripped naked, sat at the makeup table, and began to
carefully apply the makeup provided.  She darkened her eyes and put on dark
red lipstick.  She carefully combed her short hair back, and put on the
biggest, gaudiest earrings she could find.  After checking herself out in
the mirror, she raided the boudoir and found a short black skirt and a
spandex halter.  Fishnet stockings and some high-heeled boots completed her
look: she looked like a cheap hooker.  As a final touch she put on the
mandatory dog collar.
Satisfied with her look she left the room and found the main elevator to
the second floor.  As the elevator doors opened, she was greeted with
music. The music was some pop dance number currently big on the radio.  The
music here was almost always terrible, but no one complained.  She let the
music wash over her, cleared her mind, and remembered that for the next few

hours she wasn't Karen, mother and wife, she was Katya, a whore.

   There were about six women here tonight, and from what little she knew,
from what little she interacted with these women as people, they all had
different reasons for being here.  Some were paying down debts, some were
looking for an easy life with big pay.  Some felt trapped by circumstances,
and could see no other way to survive, and some, like Karen, were in it for
the thrill.

   The front doors opened and some customers entered the main room.  The
girls all started doing their best to attract the attention of the men, but
the men sidled up to the bar for drinks, deciding to take their time in
choosing a woman for the evening.  Karen found a seat on a velour couch,
under a painting of a woman sucking a large cock.  The painting, like
everything here once inside the house, lacked any kind of subtlety.

   A woman, older than Karen, dressed normally, not as a slut, approached
Karen and smiled.  It was Ms.  Wright, the Madam.

   "Katja.  How are you tonight?  "

   "I'm fine, Ms.  Wright, thank you.  "

   "I think you look great, but if you don't mind, I have some suggestions.
"

   Karen looked at her outfit, and wished for a mirror to check her makeup.
Ms.  Wright offered a couple of pieces of bubblegum.  "Chew this.  Since
you don't smoke you'll have to chew gum.  Makes you look trashier, and
that's the whole point here.  Also I want to see more jewelry.  Are you
shaving your twat yet?  Let's have a peek.  "

   Karen was used to these inspections, a lifted her skirt.  Ms.  Wright
frowned.  "I really don't want my husband to suspect, and if I suddenly
start shaving my pussy, and get all the piercings and tattoos you're
recommending -- " began Karen.  Ms.  Wright interrupted.  "Not
recommending. These changes are mandatory if you want your contract
re-upped for a second year.  You do great work here Katja, but if you want
to stay you have to do as you are told.  There's a waiting list for jobs
here.  It's up to you, dear.  "

   Ms.  Wright hurried off to critique another girl, leaving Karen
pondering as she chewed her gum.  She didn't ponder for long.  A man
plopped down on the couch beside her, and smiled at her.  Karen smiled
back. House rules stated that a man chooses his whore, and that the whore
can't say no.  Sometimes this resulted in situations with less than
desirable partners.  In this case the man was okay.  Not the best looking
she'd seen here, but far from the worst.

   "Hi, Katja.  " said the man reading the dog tag hanging from her collar.

   "Hello.  " Said Karen.  This part was ritual.  House rules dictated that
the man always talks first, the whores only speak when spoken to.

   "Let me see your tits.  " Karen lifted the tube top, revealing her tits.
This was rule three: always do as you are told.  The man smiled.  "Nice.  "

   The man produced a leash from his pocket and attached it to Karen's
collar.  Karen continued to smile, but her heart raced with excitement. 
There was no telling what this man she just met would expect from her.  All
she knew was that she would have to do whatever he said.

   There were private rooms adjacent to the main room, where men could
bring the whores, but this man apparently didn't care about privacy, and
unzipped his pants on the main floor, pulling out his half stiff cock and
pushing it towards Karen's face.

   Karen kept her mouth closed, and let the man slide his cock over her
lips and cheeks.  She breathed through her nose, and waited for the man's
command.  A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip of his penis.  The smell of
it wafted to her nose.  The excitement caused her pussy to moisten, and she
could barely suppress a groan of pleasure.

   "Take it in your mouth.  " Said the man, and Karen obeyed.  She parted
her lips and let the now hard cock slide across her tongue, and press at
the back of her throat.  She coated the cock with her spit.  The man pulled
his cock back, and Karen applied gentle suction with her mouth, and purred
with pleasure.

   A small crowd had gathered around her, mostly men, other customers, here
for the free show.  A couple of the other hookers also watched, silently,
as the men, excited by Karen, began to fondle and command these women as
well.  The man with the cock in her mouth grabbed Karen's hair, and began
to control her head, moving her to please herself.  Karen felt other hands
on her now, another man was behind her, moving his hand across her wet
cunt.

   "Mind if I get a piece of this?  " said the man behind her.

   "Go for it, I'm almost done.  " Said the man in her mouth.

   Karen said nothing as she felt a cock slide effortlessly into her.  The
man behind her began fucking her, his cock going in and out.  In time there
was a rhythm, one cock in, one cock out, over and over.  Her mouth and her
cunt were filled over and over.

   Then the man in her mouth exploded.  His cock spasmed and delivered warm
cum into Karen's hungry mouth.  The man held his cock in her mouth, and
emptied his sperm.  He groaned and pulled her hair.  When he was done, he
pulled his rapidly shrinking cock out of Karen's mouth with a pop.

   He held her chin with his hand, and lifted her head, that her eyes might
meet his.

   "Show me.  " He commanded.

   Karen opened her mouth to show the cum that he had sprayed there.  It
was white and wet and bubbled.  It coated her tongue.

   "Swallow it.  " Said the man, and she did.  She gulped it down, and
reopened her mouth to show that it was gone.  His cum was in her belly,
where it sat, warm and delicious.

   This was all too much for the man fucking her from behind.  He grunted,
and pulled out of Karen's wet and fucked cunt.  He moved around to the
front of Karen and put his cock into her open mouth.  Karen tasted her own
wet juices covering the man's cock, and then she tasted the shot of cum
that was delivered into her mouth from his spasming cock.  The cum filled
her mouth and landed on her cheek.  The man had a lot of cum.

   When he was done Karen swallowed for him, even wiping the cum on her
face into her mouth and eating that as well.  The man patted her on the
head, like a good little pet, and staggered away, satisfied.

   Karen looked around, and saw various men engaged in various acts with
other hookers.  She got up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.
When she got there she looked at the clock, and realized that the two men
had fucked her for nearly an hour.  Her time here was almost up.

   She went back to her room and changed into her street clothes, then left
through the service entrance and got to her car.  She drove home, hoping
she wouldn't have to explain her lateness.

   She got home, washed her face in the sink, brushed her teeth, and in
minutes was in bed next to her husband, Steve.  Steve woke slightly, and
pulled her close.

   "You smell nice.  " He said.

   "Thanks, " said Karen, hugging him back.  "I'm really tired.  "

   Steve snuggled into his wife, and Karen could feel him pressing his
erection against her thigh.  She suddenly wished she hadn't put off the
shower.  Steve suddenly moved under the covers, kissing Karen's belly, and
moving his face between her legs.  Karen opened her legs and Steve began
kissing her, licking her pussy lips, and pushing his tongue inside her.

   "You're wet.  " He said, filled with excitement.

   Karen hadn't come at work.  Two men had come in her mouth, but she
herself hadn't orgasmed.  Steve licked and sucked at her juices, and then
crawled up the bed, pushing his hard cock into her.  He kissed her
passionately on the lips.  Karen could taste her own pussy on his face, and
something else, a very familiar taste.  It was the cum of the second man
who came in her mouth earlier.  He must have pulled out only after shooting
one squirt of cum into her.  Her husband had eaten her pussy, and gotten
the remains of another man's cum.

   "Sometimes when I'm eating you, and you're so wet, I imagine that other
men have fucked you.  " Said her husband.  "Sometimes I can almost imagine
the taste of their cum when I eat you.  "

   Karen started to cum.  So did her husband.  He pushed into her and
groaned with pleasure, as her breathing grew shallow.  Together, sweaty and
joined, they embraced, and kissed, and separated.

   That was great, thought Steve.  I love her so much.
   Karen lay in the dark, thinking.  Does he know?