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A Rose By Any Other Name - Part Seven By Jeremy Spencer
   "What's wrong?" Heather asked the next morning as she watched me get out
of bed.
   "What do you mean?" I asked, stretching my back out.  I grimaced as I
felt my muscles scream at the effort.
   "I don't know...  you just don't look comfortable."
   "I'm not," I said.  "That really hurt last night."
   "Hurt?"
   "Yeah!  You went to town on me with that whip, dammit.  That hurt.  Do I
have any marks from it?" I asked, craning my neck to look at my inner
thighs.  I didn't see anything but some redness, but each step I took
seemed to put a lot of strain on my muscles.  "And it didn't help things
that I was tied up like that for so long."
   "Sorry," Heather said quietly.  "I thought you were enjoying it."
   "Why?" I asked in amazement.  I wasn't really angry, but I didn't quite
understand the sudden change in my girlfriend.  "Why would I enjoy that?"
   "I don't know," Heather said miserably.  "So many of the guys at the...
never mind," she said, stopping suddenly.
   "Tell me," I said quietly, sitting back down beside her on the bed."
   "I can't," she answered, shaking her head back and forth rapidly.  "I
can't tell."
   "Trust me, okay?" I asked.  "You know I'm not going say a word.  You
know that."
   Heather looked at me intently, apparently gauging my sincerity.  Finally
she sighed in resignation before answering.
   "A lot of guys at the club like that kind of thing.  I've watched Stacey
with them and they beg for it!  I've just been waiting for you to screw
up," she admitted, smiling nervously.  "Waiting for you to screw up so I
could try it out."
   "Well, do we have to do that again?" I asked.  "I didn't mind the
blindfold and being tied up was kind of cool, but sheesh!  No pain, okay?"
   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I...  I thought you were enjoying it too."
   "Why?  What could have possibly made you think that?"
   "Well...  you stayed hard the whole time."
   "Stand up," I said suddenly.
   "What?  Why?"
   "Just, please...  stand up, okay?"
   "I suppose," Heather responded, slowly rising from the bed.  Sometime in
the middle of the night, after our tryst, she had changed into her normal
short nightgown.  "What do you want?"
   "Just stand there for a moment," I answered, moving my eyes slowly up
and down her body.  I paused as I watched the swell of her breasts moving
up and down as she breathed, each breath pressing her nipples against the
thin material.  "Take it off," I said quietly.
   Heather looked at me again, but quickly pulled the tiny garment up and
over her her head.  The motion again thrust her breasts out and I felt my
prick swell at the sight.
   "Now what?" she asked.
   "Just stand there," I said again.  "I want to look at you."
   Once again I moved my eyes over her body.  I looked at her newly-shaved
pussy, the lips clean from any hair.  As I stared, Heather shifted her
weight nervously from foot to foot.
   Finally I felt my prick reach full hardness and stood.  Heather's eyes
widened as she saw me - fully aroused - and let out a small gasp.
   "That's what you do to me," I said.  "I don't need any whips or pain to
make me want you.  You're all I ever wanted."
   "Oh, Daniel!" Heather blurted out, reaching out a hand to stroke the
crown of my penis.  "I'm so sorry!"
   "It's okay," I said.  Heather suddenly dropped to her knees, pushing me
back against the bed.  I was forced to a sitting position, leaning my
weight back on my hands as Heather quickly took my whole length in her
throat.
   I could hear short gasps coming from Heather's mouth as she bobbed up
and down my erection, her lips and tongue playing wildly over my sensitive
skin.
   "This is so much better," I answered, reaching out to stroke my hands
through her curly auburn hair.  "So much better."
   *****
   The next month flew by and before I knew it the end of the school year
had arrived.  Heather had pretty much moved in permanently at this point.
We had brought her things out of storage and I was happy I'd had enough
money to rent a two-bedroom apartment instead of the single I had planned
on.
   The room I had been using for my studying had been converted to a
temporary storage area for the majority of Heather's belongings, and the
piano had been moved into the living area.  I was sitting at home one day
in my...  our bedroom, when Heather called from work.
   "Daniel!  What's happening with you this afternoon?" she asked.
   "Nothing much," I answered.  "Dr.  Bergerud gave everyone the afternoon
off, and was out of the offices by noon.  I stuck around for a while to
finish grading some papers, but I got out of there by two o'clock and I've
just been sitting around doing a bit of studying for finals," I said. 
"Why? What's going on?"
   "Oh, I was just wondering if you'd like to come see the club," she
answered.
   "Today?  Are you serious?  Will they let me in?" I asked.  "You do
realize, oh Mistress mine, that I'm neither rich nor powerful...  not quite
the clientele you're used to serving."
   "Not today," Heather answered.  "Two weeks from now.  There's some
special reception.  The college actually rented out the club."
   "Wait a minute...  my college?" I asked.
   "Yeah...  I think for a faculty night or something," Heather answered.
"I'm not really sure, but for some reason I got invited, even though I'm
not working that night.  I can invite a guest...  you want to come?"
   "I'd love to!" I practically shouted.  "Ever since you started working
there...  before that really, ever since I started going to school here,
I've wanted to get in, but never could.  Is this a casual event?  Or should
I dress up?" I asked.
   "Definitely dress up," Heather replied.  "I think you better rent a tux
for the night."
   "What are you wearing?" I asked.
   "You know that little black dress you like so much?"
   "You mean the one I like removing from your body?" I teased.
   "That's the one," Heather laughed.  "I'll be wearing that."
   "Wow," I said, whistling my approval.  "This must be some kind of swank
shindig...  you sure you won't get in trouble for inviting me?" I asked.
   "Sure I'm sure.  Who's going to complain?  I was invited and you're my
guest."
   "Good point," I said.  "When do you get off work?" I asked.  "Six
o'clock like usual?"
   "Yeah, you fixing dinner?"
   "Just like always," I answered.  "Chinese takeout or delivery pizza?"
   "Chinese sounds good," she laughed.  "See you then?"
   "I'll be waiting with bells on," I answered.
   "Mmm...  I like the sound of that," she giggled.  "Anything besides the
bells?"
   "Not if you ask nicely," I laughed.  "See you then."
   "Bye."
   True to my word, I prepared the world's greatest meal of Chinese takeout
and had it ready by the time Heather returned from work.
   I was not however wearing bells.  In fact, I wasn't wearing anything at
all when she arrived home.  Heather didn't seem to mind though, and truth
be told she had a really good time.  She said she particularly liked my egg
roll, and who am I to disagree?
   *****
   "What are your plans for summer?" Dr.  Bergerud asked me a couple weeks
later.  There were only two more days of finals and I was looking forward
to the break.
   "I'm thinking I'll get a part time job somewhere and just enjoy the nice
weather," I answered.  "Maybe catch some of the college World Series games
next month.  Why?  You have something better?" I asked.
   "Maybe," he answered.  "How would you feel about going to Europe?"
   "Europe?  What's in Europe?"
   "Every year there is a large international choral symposium and this
July it's in Stockholm."
   "Sweden?" I asked, my mouth agape.
   "Is there another?" he grinned.
   "Why are you going?" I asked.  I hadn't heard him mention this before
and the opportunity was coming as quite a shock, although I was a bit
unsure as to what my responsibility would be on the trip.
   "I try to go every year.  It's very often in an exotic locale, although
a couple years ago it was in Minneapolis...  not very exciting."
   "What would we do?" I asked.  "Why do you need me?"
   "I don't need you, but I think it would be a good experience for you to
come along.  You'd meet some important people, experience a different
culture and hear a lot of wonderful music," he answered.
   "Sheesh, you sound like a recruiter," I laughed.
   "Is it working?" he wanted to know.
   "Kind of," I admitted.  "It sounds great, but I don't have a lot of
money, and I'm sure it costs quite a bit."
   "Actually, it wouldn't cost anything at all," he answered.  "And if you
wanted, Heather could come along too, although she would need to pay for
her plane ticket."
   "Are you serious?" I asked.  Dr.  Bergerud of course knew about Heather
and I, and in fact had been tickled that we were together, but to invite
her along?  It sounded too good to be true.
   "Sure," he laughed.  "I don't think it would be fair for you to leave
her all alone for the summer, do you?"
   "Well, it wasn't something I'd planned on doing," I said.  "Are you sure
this is okay?  Who's paying for this?"
   "The school is paying my way and would pay all of your expenses," he
answered.  "And the fees for admittance to the symposium are fairly
negligible, which only leaves the transportation over there."
   "That wouldn't be a problem," I said, writing myself a mental note to
check my bank statement when I got home, hoping what I'd just said was
true. "But what about hotels?"
   "I had assumed the two of you would want to share a room," he grinned
slyly.  "Was I mistaken?"
   "That would be okay?" I asked hesitantly.  "I'd assumed you and I would
be sharing a room, to save money."
   "Absolutely not," he laughed.  "I'm taking my family along with me.  You
aren't invited to share our rooms!"
   "I suppose not," I said, smiling at the idea.  "I'm sure I'd just be in
the way."
   "You'll think about it?" he asked, looking at me seriously.  "I really
think it would be a good experience for you."
   "Can I run it by Heather first?" I asked.
   "Of course," Dr.  Bergerud laughed.  "A good husband does exactly that."
   "We're not married," I stammered weakly.  "I just meant..."
   "It's okay.  I was just teasing.  By all means, run it by her."
   "I'll do that," I answered.
   "Good.  Now get out of here, go enjoy the sunshine," Dr.  Bergerud
commanded.  "That's an order."
   "Yes sir!"
   *****
   "Yes!  Oh God, yes!" was Heather's reply when I posed the Europe
question to her.
   "Tell me how you really feel about it," I laughed.  In response Heather
launched herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms
around my neck, propelling us both back onto the couch.
   "How's this for starters?" she asked, and began peppering my face and
neck with tiny little kisses, each one closer to my mouth until at last she
pressed herself firmly against me.  I could feel her breasts crushing
against my chest as our crotches seemed ready to meld together, even
through our clothing.
   "I think I get the idea," I panted when I was finally able to pull away.
"I think you like it!"
   "Oh, that will be so wonderful!" she gushed.  "I've never been to
Europe. Hell, the longest vacation I've ever taken was to Colorado when I
was a little girl.  Europe!  How cool is that?"
   "Pretty damn cool," I agreed.
   "Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite?" Heather grinned,
beginning to squirm around in my lap.  Even though my jeans and her shorts
I could feel the heat of her pussy bathing my groin and my cock responded
appropriately, threatening to burst through the blue denim.
   "I'm your favorite what?" I asked innocently, reaching around to cup the
firm flesh of her buttocks.
   "My favorite everything," she grinned.  My hands were reaching for the
buttons of her blouse when suddenly Heather leaped off my lap and spun to
walk away.
   "Where are you going?" I asked.  "You can't leave me like this," I said,
looking pointedly at the obvious bulge protruding from my lap.
   "Come on," she replied.  "We have to get ready!" Heather reached out a
hand, grabbing me by the wrist and forcefully pulled me up from the couch.
"The reception starts in an hour and a half."
   "That's plenty of time," I replied, trying to pull her back down on top
of me.
   "Maybe for you," she sniffed.  "We girls like to take our time getting
all pretty."
   "You don't need it, you're perfect just the way you are," I answered
honestly.
   "Be that as it may, I have to get ready.  Don't worry though," she said
with a twinkle in her eye.  "I'm sure I'll think of some way to make it up
to you afterwards."
   "I can think of a couple ways myself," I laughed, swatting her on the
butt as she walked away.
   As I had suspected, it only took me a few minutes to get myself to what
I felt was a more than presentable state, but as Heather had predicted, it
appeared to be taking her much longer.
   I was looking at my watch for what seemed like the thousandth time,
wondering if we would make it to the party on time, when suddenly I heard a
loud noise from the bedroom.
   *****
   I rushed to the bedroom, surprised and worried to hear Heather cursing
angrily.
   "What's the problem?" I asked, my laughter quickly dying when I saw the
frustrated look on her face.
   "It's this damn dress," she hissed and I realized her hands were behind
her back, fumbling with the tab of the zipper.  "It's stuck!" she said
unnecessarily.  I could see the frustration in her eyes as her fingers
tugged in vain at the offending zipper.
   "Can I help?" I offered, relieved the problem wasn't serious.
   I walked up behind Heather, sweeping her auburn hair away from the
dress. I could feel the silky fabric of the dress, smooth and soft under my
fingers as I caressed her back with my fingers.  My hand slid around her
body, pressing lightly again her hip.
   "The zipper's not on the side," she giggled, playfully swatting at my
hand.
   "So?" I asked as I bend down.  I brushed my lips over the now exposed
nape of her neck, feeling a shiver run through Heather's body as my breath
blew hot over her skin.
   "Oh yes," she moaned as I kissed down as far as I could, stopping only
when my lips met the fabric of her dress.  Heather pushed herself back
against me, the soft swell of her ass pressing against the front of my
slacks.  I felt myself swell at the contact, the gentle rhythm of her hips
against mine signaling she too was aware of my sudden protrusion.
   "Now, where is that damn zipper?" I asked.  "Is it down here?" I teased
as I ran my fingers up under the short hem of the dress.  Heather's legs
spread slightly and I could feel her heat and wetness.  "Naughty girl," I
chided lightly.  "You're not wearing any panties."
   Heather's skin was slick with her juices as my fingers explored deeper,
gently sliding over the hot, slippery flesh of her labia.  I could feel her
breath becoming ragged, slow and heavy now as I continued my search for the
elusive zipper.
   "It's not down there," Heather moaned, but it was obvious she didn't
want my search to end.  The motion of her hips as she rocked against my
hand gave her away, and I continued.
   "Delicious," I murmured as I brought my fingers, coated with pussy
juice, to my lips.  I began to lick the slippery, pungent juice from my
fingers but was interrupted as Heather's head turned and instead our lips
met in a frantic kiss.  Her tongue lashed against mine and a small tremor
rushed through her body as she tasted her own juices, but the realization
only caused her kisses to become all the more frantic.
   "The zipper's in the back," Heather finally gasped.  I smiled as her
hands once more reached behind her body, against struggling with the
offending zipper.
   I turned Heather's body and immediately the problem became obvious.
   "Here goes," I said, seeing the tiny fold of cloth caught in the teeth
of the zipper.  I grabbed hold firmly, pulling steadily outward.  I heard a
sharp tear as the cloth pulled free and suddenly the mechanism cleared.
   "You went the wrong direction," Heather laughed, turning again to face
me.  "You were supposed to help me get dressed, not undress me!" Her
nipples were hard bullets, poking out through the fabric of the black
dress. She stood there, looking sultry and not at all upset when with a
flick of my wrist I slid the straps from her shoulders, causing the dress
to fall to the ground and I could see that wet trails of Heather's slick
juices have leaked from her heated pussy.
   "I think I'm a little overdressed," I quipped as I reached for my
slacks. "Don't you?"
   "What about the reception?" Heather asked, but her argument seemed weak
to me as her hands played over my body.  She quickly brushed my hands away
from my belt, sliding her fingers over the lump in my slacks.  I sucked in
a breath as she reached for my zipper.  Suddenly she began giggling and
nearly collapsed to the floor in a fit of hysterics.
   "What?" I asked as I began to become annoyed.
   "Your zipper is stuck too," she giggled.
   "Damn," I cursed.  Deciding quickly that this was no time for dallying I
reached down and pulled roughly at the zipper, which quickly popped loose
along with a good deal of stitching.
   "Much better," Heather laughed as she reached for my slacks.  My belt
was quickly unbuckled and before I realized what was happening my slacks
pooled around my ankles, and I stood in front of her, wearing only my tux
shirt and boxers.
   "Oh shit, Heather!  That's so good," I moaned as her warm hand reached
through the opening in my underwear.  Heather's fingers wrapped around my
shaft, which was already very hard and very ready.  Heather quickly freed
my cock and I hissed as her tongue snaked out to lick at the swollen head
as she knelt in front of me.
   "You like that?" she teased as I grabbed her shoulders to steady myself.
I nodded frantically, willing her to continue and sighing with pleasure as
finally Heather managed to take my shaft completely in her mouth.
   Her head began bobbing rapidly on my shaft, back and forth again and
again as her lips and tongue played along the sensitive skin of my prick.
   As Heather's head moved back and forth along my cock I was reminded of a
circus seal and despite my best efforts to hold back, found myself giggling
with laughter, My knees jerked uncontrollably and I nearly forced my cock
down Heather's throat in the process.
   "God dammit!" she yelled and I had to fight back a scream as her teeth
raked over the thin skin of my cock as she pulled away.  "What are you
doing?  What's so funny?" she asked.
   "Nothing," I groaned as I ran my fingers over my wilting prick, checking
for signs of blood.  Thankfully my hand came away clean.
   "Didn't sound like nothing," she muttered, shaking her head as I slowly
jerked my cock back to full erection.  "No," she hissed.  "You almost
choked me with that thing."
   "I'm sorry," I said, reaching down to pull Heather to her feet.  "Why
don't you lay down on the bed and I promise to make it up to you."
   "How?" she asked suspiciously.
   "Oh, you know."
   "No, I don't," she answered.
   "Just trust me, okay?  I promise you'll enjoy it."
   "I better," Heather sulked momentarily, before turning to head to the
bedroom.  I watched, entranced as the smooth cheeks of her ass slid
rhythmically against one another as she walked away.
   Shaking my head to get myself moving, I quickly moved to the kitchen.  A
can of whipped cream and a bottle of chocolate sauce were obvious choices
for what I had in mind.  While the chocolate warmed in the microwave I
completed my collection with a jar of honey, and hastily returned to the
bedroom.
   "Close your eyes," I said, holding the objects behind my back.
   "Okay," Heather answered, although I could see her trying to peer around
me, but the items remained hidden for the moment.
   "Lay on your back and close your eyes," I said.  When she had done so I
placed the items on the bed beside her and reached under her bed, where the
scarves from a month ago were still bunched together.  I pulled out a heavy
black scarf and quickly wrapped it around her eyes.
   "I can't see," Heather complained.
   "I know," I said.  Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?"
   "Yes, Master," Heather answered automatically, and I had to fight again
to keep from laughing.
   "It's not like that," I said.  "No mask, no whips, absolutely no cock
cuff this time!" I said to Heather's giggles.  "This is for you.  Just
enjoy it, okay?"
   I leaned down and began to run my fingers over the smooth skin of
Heather's body, stopping only to tweak a nipple to full arousal.  I could
hear Heather take a sharp breath as I continued to caress her full breasts.
   My hand traveled further down her body and as it came into view I leaned
down to lick at the puckered dimple of Heather's belly button, eliciting a
giggle and sigh of pleasure for my trouble.  Heather's legs spread wide for
me as I continued down her body, her hips cocking up in anticipation of a
finger or tongue against her wet pussy.
   "Don't move," I whispered a bit harshly.  Heather nodded silently. 
Instead of a finger or tongue I uncapped the can of whipped cream and
sprayed a heavy coating of the cold foam all over the slick skin of her
moist pussy.
   "That's cold," she squealed as the cream began almost instantly melting
on her hot skin.  Heather's hips began squirming at the sensation and I
watched as her hands began reaching down to touch herself.
   "I said don't move." I watch in satisfaction as Heather's hands freeze
in mid-reach, hanging motionless in the air before slowly moving back to
her sides.  There would be no bondage or discipline, but I was still in
charge.  "Lay still and let me do all the work.  This is all for you, but
if you move I stop."
   "Then why don't you tie me up?" Heather asked.  I laugh at the thought,
remembering how well she had done at those games.
   "Not this time."
   "Why not?" she asked, the question pitched almost to the level of a
whine.
   "I want the anticipation to be a struggle.  You're going to have to
fight yourself to stay in control, while I do my best to make you lose
control.  This is all about tension and release, tension and release... 
anticipation and fulfillment."
   "What if I move?"
   "I leave you here and go watch a game on TV."
   "You wouldn't," Heather hissed.
   "Yep.  I would.  Are you going to behave?"
   "As much as I can," Heather quickly agreed.
   "Good." Silently now I reached down, spreading the whipped cream around
and into the soft fur of her pussy mound.  Her skin was hot to the touch,
cooling only slightly under the cream, much of which had liquefied and had
begun dripping between the puffy lips of her pussy.
   Above me I heard a gentle sigh, part excitement and part frustration as
a tiny trickle of cream slid down between her thighs and began pooling on
the bed.  I reached out with my hands and parted Heather's thighs, slipping
my head down next to her heated opening.  My tongue snaked out from my
mouth and licked at the sweet liquid, which had begun mixing with her own
juices, the pungent juices now almost pouring out of Heather's pussy.
   "Delicious," I murmured.  Once more I leaned down, opening my mouth wide
as my tongue swiped as much of the sticky treat into my mouth as I could.
Without warning I captured the erect bud of Heather's clit between my lips,
lashing at it with my tongue as I felt her hips spasm beneath me.
   "All done," I announced evilly, nearly bursting with laughter at the
shocked expression on Heather's face.
   The internal struggle was obvious as she fought to remain motionless on
the bed.  As the battle inside Heather was raging I uncapped the still warm
bottle of chocolate sauce and began to drizzle the thick liquid over
Heather's breasts, coating the pink nipples as the ice cream topping
dripped down the pale cones of flesh.  Heather's reaction was almost
violent as the warm liquid touched her skin, tiny pimples of goose flesh
popping up in response to the sudden change.
   Before the topping could drip onto the sheets, I reached out a finger
and began painting Heather's body with the chocolate.  Her chest was
flushed pink with arousal and the rich brown of her new coating contrasted
nicely with the rosy hue of her skin.
   Finally I managed to coat Heather's breasts and chest and once more my
head dipped toward her body, this time to enjoy the delicious task of
bathing her body with my tongue.
   I wasted no time in cleaning as much of the chocolate as I could,
leaving Heather with a faint sheen of chocolate and perspiration, as her
body demanded more and more stimulation from me.  As soon as I had finished
I reached for the jar of honey.  My cock was still sticking out through the
opening in my boxers and I squirted a heavy coating of the sticky sweet
liquid up and down my shaft before moving close to Heather's face.
   "Open your mouth," I whispered, my cock dangerously close to dripping
honey over her anxious face.  Heather's lips immediately opened and I
quickly slipped my prick into her hot mouth.  As the sweet liquid
registered with her brain, Heather's tongue started frantically sliding up
and down my shaft.
   I twisted around slowly so as not to break her mouth's contact with my
cock, throwing one leg up and over Heather's chest, straddling her body.  I
reached down, spreading her legs once more before bending down to attend to
her needs.  The whipped cream was still sweet to the tongue as I began
licking up and down the puffy slit of Heather's pussy.
   My fingers were also busy, diddling at the pronounced bud of Heather's
clit.  All thoughts of calm and restraint were long forgotten as I attacked
the slippery flesh in front of me.  I heard Heather's moans becoming more
and more high pitched as she sucked at my erection, before finally my cock
popped loose from her mouth as Heather let out a wail.
   Suddenly a spray of juiced erupted from Heather's cunt as an orgasm
rushed through her body.  Her legs snapped closed around my neck and I was
forced to ride out the seemingly never-ending string of eruptions in her
pussy and thighs.  At last, with a satisfied grunt Heather allowed her legs
to relax and quickly I felt my prick once more enveloped in the satiny
smoothness of her mouth.
   It was but a moment before I found myself powerfully aroused again and
shortly after that I felt the cum begin to boil up from my balls.
   "Here I come," I gasp as the first blast erupted into Heather's waiting
mouth.  It seemed to me as if the orgasm would continue forever as Heather
waited beneath me, swallowing rapidly to capture my cream.
   "Yummy," she giggled as I collapsed against her body, my head resting
lightly between her open thighs.  Heather's sticky pubic hair was wet
against my chin but I was too far gone at that point to care.
   "How was that?" I finally asked when I had regained a bit of my breath.
   "Fantastic!" she laughed, still slightly out of breath herself.  "Was it
good for you?"
   "I think so," I panted lightly.  "Way better than any baseball game."
   "Yeah," Heather agreed dreamily, her eyes still lightly glazed over with
passion.  "Way better."
   After a moment's rest Heather and I hurried to get dressed again. 
Thankfully the rip in her dress wasn't all that noticeable and my slacks
weren't that bad either.  Unfortunately we didn't have enough time to
shower, but we deemed each other presentable enough for the event.
   Needless to say, we were very unfashionably late.
   *****
   "That's Stacey," Heather whispered once the two of us had safely
navigated our way past the phalanx of security and a burly looking man who
was supposedly on coat check detail, although Heather said he was the
club's weekend bouncer.
   "Which one?" I asked, scanning the crowd for someone I thought matched
Heather's description of her older coworker.
   "The lady right over there, by the bar," she said, finally pointing out
the woman who had provided Heather with her new leather bondage toys. 
"Wearing the tight little green number."
   "That's Stacey?" I gulped, realizing Heather was talking about the woman
who seemed to be the center of attention on the far side of the room.  She
was holding a drink in her left hand, a cigarette in her right and seemed
to be conversing with the five or six men surrounding her, all seemingly
vying for her attentions.
   "Yeah, I told you she was cute, didn't I?"
   "The redhead over there?" I asked, to make sure we were discussing the
same woman.
   "Yes!" Heather laughed.  "Now try to pick your eyes up off the floor,
and please close your mouth.  A fly might decide to land in there," she
giggled.
   "My mouth wasn't open," I huffed as we walked toward Heather's coworker.
The thought occurred to me that even without the scarves and whip, I would
be hard-pressed to find a reason to do anything other than what Stacey
ordered me.
   "Heather!" the woman called out as she saw us approaching.  I saw many
of the men turn and ogle Heather with interest when they first saw her,
looks of disappointment flashing over their faces when they saw her arm
firmly entwined with my own.
   "Stacey!" Heather nearly shouted in response, breaking free of my hold
and threading her way between Stacey's pool of admirers.  The two women
embraced and I saw as they carried on a brief, whispered conversation. 
Stacey glanced my way more than once, a distinct look of interest in her
eyes and I blushed, assuming I knew the topic of their discussion.
   I tried to make myself scarce, heading over to the bar to grab a drink.
As I waited in line I took time to glance around the room.  What I had
imagined to be a dark, dungeon-like environment, walls lined with brick and
lit with candles was nothing more than a lush party room, similar to one
you might find in any club.  I wasn't at all surprised to find no traces of
the kinky games Heather had hinted went on here, but the utter banality
caught me off guard.
   "Come on," Heather said, coming up behind me and pulling me back to
Stacey, who was now waiting patiently by herself.
   "What happened to her suitors?" I asked in jest.
   "God, don't mention them," Heather giggled.
   "Mention who?" Stacey asked, overhearing Heather's last remark as we
approached.
   "Your gaggle of friends," Heather laughed.  "Tell Daniel what you told
them."
   "Will he approve?" Stacey asked with a raised eyebrow.
   "He's a guy," Heather answered, looking at me out of the corner of her
eye.  "I'm sure it's one of his major fantasies."
   "What is?" I asked in confusion, wondering how one of my fantasies could
possibly have something to do with Stacey.
   "Me with another woman," answered Heather, glancing at Stacey.
   "What?" I asked, feeling rather dumb.  "Two women together?  That's
pretty much every man's fantasy, isn't it?  But what does this have to do
with the two of you?  Clue me in, okay?"
   "Your girlfriend saved me from the wolves," Stacey replied.  "When she
walked up I told all those gentlemen that they had been wasting their time,
now that my lover was here."
   "Good one," I laughed.  "Very inventive of you."
   "Yes," Stacey murmured, looking at Heather and me with what I took to be
more than a passing interest.  "Very inventive indeed."
   I was spared another round of confusion and stupid questions when
Heather spoke up.
   "Where's your husband?" Heather asked the older woman, who glanced
around the room before answering.
   "Yes, where is Henry tonight?" Stacey replied.  "He's been dying to meet
you since I told him about the items I loaned you," she said with a grin.
   "You told him?" Heather asked, her eyes wide open in surprise.  She
looked at me in embarrassment.  "I didn't know," she said softly to me
before turning back to Stacey.  "Why did you tell him?" she wanted to know.
   "I tell Henry whatever he wants," she said simply.  "I can't really
refuse him anything.  He can be very persuasive."
   "So he knows?" asked Heather in consternation.  "I had hoped it would be
a secret."
   "Oh, don't worry about that," Stacey said.  "Where do you think I got
all those wonderful toys in the first place?" she asked.  "You'd be
surprised at how good Henry is at keeping secrets."
   "Are you sure?" asked Heather.
   "Of course.  Oh!  There he is now," she said happily.  "I think the two
of you will really like him," she said.  "Henry!  Henry, come over here,"
she called out, waving her hand at someone behind us.  I turned, but
couldn't see who she was motioning to.  "He teaches music at one of the
colleges in town," she said to me, "so I know the two of you will have
something to talk about while your girlfriend and I talk about girly
things."
   "Great," I said, happy that the evening wouldn't be a total waste.  I
felt someone step up behind me and began turning to greet who I assumed
would be Stacey's husband.
   "Henry," she said.  "This is Heather Morris, the girl I was telling you
about, and this is her boyfriend.  He's a music student in the area, so
you're in charge of entertaining him tonight.  I'm afraid I didn't catch
his name..."
   "Daniel Parker," a voice answered.  My stomach dropped and I suddenly
felt my heart stuck in my throat as I turned.
   "Dan," her husband said as he reached out to shake my hand.  "Good to
see you again."
   "Dr.  Bergerud," I managed softly, the shock evident in my eyes, I'm
sure.
   *****
   "That was your professor?" Heather asked when we got home.
   "That was your coworker?" I asked in response.  I threw my jacket down
onto the couch and slumped into a chair.  "What happens now?" I wondered
aloud.
   "What do you mean?"
   "How can I go back?"
   "To school?  What's the big deal?" Heather asked.
   "He knows!" I shot back
   "Dan, don't be so thick about this," she laughed.  "What's he going to
say?  Who could he possibly complain to, if that's what you're worried
about.  Is he going to tell the dean that his graduate assistant might be
engaging in somewhat kinky bondage games with his girlfriend, using
equipment that his wife had loaned them, equipment that he uses with her
all the time?"
   "Well..."
   "Well, nothing!  This isn't a problem, not at all."
   "Do you really think that?"
   "Sure, why?  Don't you?"
   "I don't know...  I wasn't really worried about anything that the school
might do to me.  It was really more about how I'd behave around Dr. 
Bergerud, now that he knows, and I know about him."
   "You were fine tonight," Heather pointed out as she started down the
hallway toward the bedroom.
   "That's different," I called after her.  "Tonight was...  too much of a
shock for me.  I don't think I was all that chatty, to be honest."
   "You seemed okay, I thought," she yelled back.
   "Thanks, I guess.  Trust me though...  I was a complete wreck inside. 
All I kept thinking was that if I sprinted for the door I could be outside
before anyone noticed I was missing."
   "If you would have run I would have caught you," laughed Heather as she
returned to the living room.  It took a moment before I realized she was
naked.  Her nipples were already swollen and puffy, the lips of her pussy
slick with her juices, and I could see she was holding something behind her
back.
   "Oh?  And then what?" I asked, trying to see what she had in her hands.
She saw where I was looking and slowly brought her hands around to where I
could see them.
   I gasped as I realized she was holding the scarves we had used as
restraints.
   "I would have had to punish you, after I had my way with you," she
grinned as she walked over to where I was sitting.  I watched the sway of
her hips, nearly hypnotized by their motion, as she approached.  "Put your
hands in the air," she said simply.
   I did as she commanded, feeling my cock begin to stir in my pants.  As
mortified as I had been to be found out by my professor, the thought of
lying powerless, naked on the bed still thrilled me.  Heather smiled as she
saw the lump forming in my pants.
   "You love this, don't you?" she said.  I could only nod.
   Heather had finished tying my hands together and pulled me to my feet
and began dragging me back to the bedroom.
   "Hurry up," she said as she lay on the bed, idly dragging her fingertips
over her turgid nipples.  I was struggling to remove my shirt and pants,
hindered by the fact that my hands were still tied together by the scarf.
   "This would be easier if I wasn't all tied up," I said grumpily.
   "Quiet, Slave," she said happily, enjoying my struggles.  "Don't make
this any harder than it has to be." In spite of her warning, Heather did
finally pull herself up off the bed and walked around to where I was
standing.
   With a deft tug at my waistband, Heather quickly rid me of my pants. 
Dragging her hand over the lump in my underwear Heather cooed as she felt
my erection.
   "That's enough," she said as I struggled in vain with my shirt.  "Your
hands are tied together.  You'll never get it off."
   "Can't you help?" I pleaded as she pushed me back onto the bed.  I soon
found myself on my back, my boxers around my ankles as Heather sucked on my
prick, quickly bringing me to full hardness.
   "Can I help what...  get you off?" she giggled.  "I think I can do
that."
   "Oh God!" I gasped as I felt the head of my prick slide down her throat.
Suddenly I felt her throat muscles begin rippling along my cock.  "Where
did you learn to do that?" I asked.
   "I pick up things here and there," she said vaguely when she came up for
air.  "I have a question for you," she said, heedless of my desire for her
to continue sucking on me.
   "What?" I moaned, thrusting my hips up at her to no avail.
   "Should we bring this with us?" she asked as she threw a leg over my
hips, the wet lips of her pussy sliding over the head of my prick.  She
gasped as she lubricated my cock, sighing with contentment as she allowed
me to slip into her wetness.
   "Bring what...  where?" I panted.
   "Stacey said we should," Heather said.
   "Said we should what?" I asked.
   "She said we should bring the toys to Sweden."
   "Sweden?" I asked dumbly, my attentions riveted on Heather's breasts as
they bobbed and swayed in front of my face.  Heather grinned as she saw
where I was looking and brought her hands to her chest and quickly began to
grab and pull at her nipples.
   My own orgasm was quickly approaching and judging by Heather's frantic
thrusting, she was close herself.
   "I think she likes me," she panted.  "Maybe we could make your fantasy
come true."
   "What fantasy?" I gasped, trying to hold off my climax until Heather had
reached her peak.
   "I think Stacey wants to fuck me," Heather gasped, thrusting down hard
on my cock.  I felt the walls of her pussy begin to spasm around me as her
orgasm washed through her body.
   Suddenly the image of my girlfriend and the beautiful wife of my
professor making love together was clear in my mind.  Before I knew it my
own orgasm rushed upon me and I began coating the inside of Heather's wet
cunt with my sperm.
   "You like the idea?" Heather grinned as she collapsed onto my chest. 
She reached behind me, deftly releasing my hands from their restraint.  I
shook them a couple times to hasten the flow of blood back to my fingers
before reaching around to engulf Heather in a hug.
   "I...  I don't know," I stammered, wondering if I was being set up in
some way.
   "You don't know?  You are such a liar!" she laughed as my prick,
treacherous animal that it is, began almost immediately to swell inside her
pussy.  "I think part of you is telling the truth."
   "Would you really do that?" I asked as Heather squirmed on top of me,
moaning as my cock once again filled her up.
   "If you want me to," she said.  "This could be fun," she panted as she
began thrusting down against my erection.
   "What could?" I asked.  My hands, finally free to roam her body, began
teasing the hot flesh of Heather's breasts.She moaned against my chest as I
teased the nipples, already hard with passion.
   "Europe," she panted.  "I think we can have a good time in Sweden," she
said, thrusting up and down on my erection more rapidly as her orgasm
approached.  "Don't you?" she asked.
   "Yes!" I cried out as I felt her pussy spasm around my cock once more.I
felt my own orgasm burst out of me in a torrent, the sensation so strong
that I felt myself short of breath.  "Oh God, yes!" I screamed before
completely blacking out.
   End Chapter Seven
  
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