Title: Following Orders

Author: JiMC

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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and you should really be ashamed of yourself!

    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
situations in a fictional setting.  The target audience is
adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.  I
have found that this audience is getting harder and harder to
find each year.

    Final disclaimer-I doubt that any of the people would or
could possibly act in any way described herein, or even if
things described herein are even possible.  This is just
fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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    I don't know exactly why this happened, but I'll try to
explain the situation as best as I remember it.

    First, I'd like to give you some background.  My name is
Jim, and I am currently about forty.  I'm happily married,
and have two wonderful daughters.  I guess I'm fairly good
looking, as I never had any problems finding dates during my
younger years.  However, I'm not a super-stud jock either.

    This story occurs before I met my wife, while I was still
dating.  I was in my mid twenties, and a couple of days
before, my roommate had gone off to the Bahamas for a long
vacation.  He had invited me, and I had wanted to go, but I
didn't have enough vacation time accrued at work, and my boss
told me that he needed me for a "particularly important
project."

    This meant, of course, that I'd have the apartment to
myself.  This was usually a great time for me, but I had
recently broken up with my girlfriend (she left me after some
stupid argument that I cannot remember anymore), so I was
looking forward to lounging around the apartment, watching
movies and a few games on TV.

    It was a Friday, and I was at the supermarket, in the
frozen food aisle, trying to decide which brand of pizza I
should get.  My cart had the other staple of my diet-beer.

    I heard a female voice ask me to move my cart so that she
could pass, and when I turned, my eyes saw a vision of
loveliness.

    She was a stunning blonde, with a rich tan (unusual for
the winter in the Northeast, where I lived), and rich brown
eyes.  She was wearing a sweater that revealed two lovely
breasts.

    I guess I must have been gawking at her for a minute or
so, when she asked, "Hello?  Anybody there?"

    I shook my head out of my reverie, and remembered my
cart.  I moved it aside for her, and allowed her to pass.

    She smiled her thanks to me, and moved down the aisle,
stopping at the frozen vegetables.  I continued to look at
her, watching her beautiful ass wiggle just a bit in her dark
skirt.

    My mind screamed that I needed to get to know this
person, but I hesitated.  I kept looking at her, and noticed
that she was occasionally sneaking peeks at me.  Maybe she
was interested!  Couldn't hurt to try.

    I moved my cart down to where she was, and then
introduced myself.

    "Hello, my name is Jim, and I want to apologize for
gawking like an idiot back there before.  It's just that you
took me by surprise."

    She turned and smiled at me, and I could see her perfect
teeth flash at me.  God, this woman could be a model!

    "That's all right, Jim.  It happens.  My name is Kay."

    I smiled back at her.  "Thank you, Kay.  You've made my
day."  Ugh, I thought to myself.  I'm starting to rhyme!

    She giggled at that, and it broke the ice.  I took a
quick glance at her hand, and noticed she wasn't wearing an
engagement ring.  Just an odd ring on her pinky.  I figured
her status might be "available" so I decided to make my next
move.

    "Kay, I know that this may sound corny, but I would love
to take you out for a couple of drinks tonight."

    She seemed a bit taken aback from my approach, and looked
a bit confused.  I decided to press the issue a bit.

    "I mean, you are single, aren't you?"

    "Y... yes," she answered.

    "Are you dating anybody right now?"

    "No..."

    "Do you have plans for tonight?"

    "Not really..."

    "Then have dinner with me tonight."

    "All... all right," she answered, a bit flustered.

    Now, I'd like to state for the record that this whole
episode was a bit odd for me, since I'm not usually this
forward, especially when in the presence of such a beautiful
work of art as Key was.  But here I was, acting like I was in
charge, and I must admit that I was quite glib.

    "Give me your phone number, and I'll call you later this
afternoon," I said.

    She looked in her cart for her purse, and rummaged
through it to fetch her wallet.  In it, she pulled out a
business card, and turned it over and printed seven digits on
it on the bottom.  She then looked up at me and smiled,
looked down, and then drew a fancy "K" in script underneath
the phone number.  She grinned and handed me the card.

    "Thanks, Kay.  Tell me when you'll be home so I will be
sure to catch you."

    "About... uh, three.  Make that three thirty."

    She then quickly turned, pulled a box of frozen corn into
her cart, and went back down the aisle.

    I was hoping that she wasn't just brushing me off.  I
looked at the card, and found that it was her business card.
It had her full name on it, and the name "Anderson Modeling
Agency" was the name of the company.  She was a model!

    I looked up from the card, and noticed that she was gone.
I quickly went to the end of the aisle, and looked both ways,
but didn't see where she had gone to.

    Well, I'd know if she was for real at 3:30 that afternoon.

* * *

    I got home, took a shower, and waited for 3:30 to arrive.
When the second hand on my kitchen clock indicated it was
exactly that time, I picked up the phone, and dialed the
number that she gave me.

    "Hello, this is Kay.  I am unable to come to the phone
right now..."

    Damn.  She had an answering machine.

    Of course, she was a model.

    When the beep came, I said, "Kay, this is Jim.  If you
are around, pick up!"

    I waited a second or two, and then started to leave a
message when I heard a click on the line.

    "Jim, is that you?"

    "Yeah.  I said that I'd call..."

    "I know.  I forgot I had the machine on.  One second."  I
heard another click, which I imagine was the sound of the
answering machine being turned off.

    "OK.  I'm back," she announced.

    "What time would be good for you to do dinner?"  I asked.
"You are free tonight, aren't you?"

    "Uh... let's see..."  She paused for a bit.  "Yes, I'm
free for the rest of the day, so I really just need to get
changed.  Any time would be fine."

    "I'm free today, too."  This was true.  Despite being on
a "particularly important project," my boss gave me Friday
afternoon off.  Go figure.

    There was a pause on the line, so I decided once again to
press the issue again.

    "Why don't you stop by my apartment and we'll have a cozy
dinner for two at my apartment?"

    "O... OK" she answered, again with that pause in her
voice just like in the supermarket.

    I gave her my address, and then directions on how to get
there.  She said she'd be over as soon as she got ready.

    I hung up the phone with a feeling of triumph.  I was
going to have a lovely model over my apartment for a "cozy
dinner for two."

    And then it hit me.

    Who was going to cook that meal?

    My talent in the kitchen is limited to microwave pizzas,
pasta, and jars of spaghetti sauce.

    From past experience, pasta and sauce was probably the
best idea.  I looked in my cabinets and found that I had
enough of both.  Even better, I had a bottle of my
ex-girlfriend's favorite Chianti in the refrigerator (she
always insisted on drinking it cold).  I took the Chianti out
of the refrigerator, and poured a jar of sauce into a sauce
pan.  I got out another pot for the pasta, and half filled it
with water.

    I entered the living room, and selected a radio station
that played soft rock without too many commercials.

    My roommate and I didn't have a dining room, but the
kitchen table was nice.  I set out some plates and
silverware, and lit a candle in the middle.

    Things were just about perfect.

    I grabbed a brew from the fridge and went out into the
living room to wait for Kay.

* * *

    It was less than an hour later that I heard the intercom
buzz.  I got up from the couch and went to the wall where the
intercom was and said, "Yes?"

    "It's me... Kay," came the reply.

    "Come on up.  Apartment 3-C," I said as I buzzed her in.

    A minute or so later, I was waiting at the front door,
and saw her arrive from the elevator.  She saw my head
sticking out into the hallway, and walked toward me.

    "Come right on in," I said, and she came into the room.

    She was wearing a wrap-around sweater, and I said, "Let
me take your wrap for you."

    For some reason, she got a confused look on her face when
I said that.  It was as if she were trying to say something
else, but wasn't able to make the words.  She silently took
off her sweater and handed it to me.

    I knew that something wasn't right, but I had no idea
what it was.  I put her sweater in the living room closet,
and decided to change the subject.

    "Come sit down on the sofa there, and we'll talk."

    Silently, she walked into the living room, still with
that confused look on her face.

    "Kay, is there anything wrong?  You haven't said a word
since you came in."

    "Um... I don't think... I don't know," came her response,
and she looked even more confused than before.

    "C'mon, tell me what's bothering you."

    Suddenly, her eyes opened wide.  The look of confusion
became a look of fear.

    "I... um..."  she stammered.

    Now I was the one to be confused.  What had I done to
scare her?

    She seemed to be fighting an internal battle, and she
quieted down.  Finally, she gave a look of resignation.  "For
some reason, I..."  She looked sheepish.  "I... don't seem to
be able to do what I feel like doing."

    "And what do you feel like doing?"  I asked.

    "Well, I wasn't too sure that I wanted to come to your
apartment, for starters."

    "You didn't?"

    She shook her head no, and looked down at her lap.

    "Then why did you come?"  I asked.

    "Something inside me felt... compelled... to come," she
said, breathing a heavy sigh as if she had been holding her
breath for a while.

    "You felt compelled?"

    She nodded her head.

    "Why did you feel compelled?"  I asked, completely
confused myself.

    She shrugged her shoulders.  "I really don't know.  And I
think that scares me."

    "Are you afraid of me?"  I asked.

    "I think so," she responded.

    I was totally confused.  Here was a girl I met in the
store earlier, who I invited to my apartment.  She comes
over, and tells me that she's afraid of me.

    "If you're afraid of me, then why did you come?"

    "I don't know.  I was going to cancel our date when you
called, but when you told me to stop by your apartment, I
couldn't do anything but agree."

    "You came only because I told you to come?"

    She nodded her head.  "Uh, huh."

    "Are you telling me that you feel compelled to do
anything I ask you to do, just because I ask you to do
something?"  I was now intrigued.

    "Y... yes," she said, looking down at her lap again.

    "If I told you to get undressed right now..."

    I paused, looking at her.

    She was now looking at me with that scared look in her
eyes.  But there was something more.  Her face was making
some contortions as I saw a mental fight going on within her.

    After about a minute of silence, she started to rise, and
reached behind her waist.  Her skirt suddenly came loose, and
I saw that she was actually undressing before me.

    "Stop!"

    I did, and she froze.  I could see the top of her light
pink panties where the top of her skirt started to drape down
in front.

    I thought about this situation.  It was every man's
dream.  A girl that felt compelled to do anything you said.
Anything.

    "Re-fasten your skirt," I ordered her.

    I saw a look of relief wash over her face, as she quickly
complied.

    When I saw her expression change from fear to relief, I
knew in my heart that I didn't want her that way.  This would
be torture for her.

    I tried to imagine myself, compelled to obey the orders
of a complete stranger.  It wasn't a pleasant thought, and I
imagine Kay had the same feelings.

    She had finished fastening her skirt, and was still
standing in front of the sofa, looking at me.  I guess she
was trying to figure what I'd do next.

    Well, I was trying to figure the same thing.

    One thing I knew for sure, I didn't like it when she
seemed afraid of me.  I was wondering that if I could order
her to do anything, what would she do if I ordered her to
disobey me.  I quickly threw out that line of reasoning, and
came upon another idea.

    "Kay, stop worrying about this."

    Her look of fear vanished.  She was once again beautiful.

    "You trust me."

    Her head nodded almost imperceptibly.

    "Sit down and relax.  Tell me about yourself."

    The look of fear was gone completely, and she started to
tell me about her modeling career, which she had been doing
for about four months.

    I smiled at her, listening to her talk about her friends
from college (she dropped out as a junior), and her life in
general.

    After about fifteen minutes, it occurred to me that she
wasn't going to stop.  I told her to tell me about herself,
and she would do that until ordered to stop.

    I interrupted her.  "Are you normally this chatty?"

    She blushed a little, and shook her head no.  "Not
really," she admitted.

    "Relax and let me get you some wine," I said.

    In listening to her talk, I was still thinking about the
situation.  I knew that I wanted to take advantage of it,
somehow.

    I went into the kitchen and found the bottle of red wine
that I had removed from the refrigerator earlier.  I opened
the cork, and pulled out a couple of wine glasses from the
cabinet.

    As I was pouring the wine, I figured that I could simply
order her to drink so much that she would be drunk.  Then I
could take advantage of her.

    I dismissed that idea immediately.  I had had a few
experiences with girls under the influence, and it was like
making love to a dead fish.  Not really my cup of tea.

    Anyway, she did seem to relax when I told her to do so.

    I finished pouring the drinks, and as I left the kitchen,
I noticed that I had sauce on the stove.

    I went back into the living room, and found her looking
around at the decor.  She was smiling at a picture of my
roommate Rick holding up a large fish that he had caught at
his parents' summer house.

    I set the glass of wine on the table next to Key.
"That's my roommate, Rick.  He's on vacation now."

    "He looks funny in that picture," she remarked.

    I smiled at her, and went to my reclining chair.

    "I have some sauce on the stove, and was planning on
making some pasta.  That's OK with you, right?"

    The words had come out of my mouth before I had realized
that I had worded that as a command, not as a question.

    She just nodded her head.

    "Want to help me in the kitchen?  It will just be a few
minutes."

    She smiled at me, and got up.

    That was more like it.

    We went into the kitchen with our wine, and I brought the
pasta pot into the sink to fill it with water.  Kay stirred
the sauce and gave it a sniff, and a smile that seemed to
indicate that it met with her approval.  Ragu to the rescue,
I thought!

    I put the pot onto the stove, and we waited for it to
boil.  We made some idle chit chat as we stood there,
occasionally sipping our wine.

    After a few minutes, the water was boiling, and Kay had
already opened the pasta and poured it into the pot.

    "This should only take about five minutes," she said to
me, authoritatively.

    I watched her stir the pasta, and occasionally stir the
sauce in silence.  I thought back to the scared little-girl
look she had after I told her to undress, and to the more
animated beauty that was cooking the pasta in the kitchen.

    Was there a way to make her a wanton sex goddess without
having her be in a constant state of worry?

    I decided to try something.

    "Do you like cooking, Kay?"  I asked.

    "Um, hmmm," she said, still watching the food.

    Here it was.  Go for broke.

    "It doesn't worry you that you must obey me, Kay."

    I saw her head nod in response, still keeping her
attention on the food.

    "In fact, when I give you an order, you'll follow it and
forget that I even gave you the order, OK?"

    Again a nod.

    "When we sit down to eat, you will think that the dinner
is incredibly romantic."

    Another nod.

    I smiled to myself, and hoped that this would work.

    A few minutes later, the pasta was ready.  I found a
strainer and put it into the sink.  Kay poured the pasta into
the strainer.

    I got a container of Parmesan cheese and a couple of
plates, and we loaded the pasta and sauce onto them,
sprinkling both with some cheese.

    I took the two plates onto the kitchen table, and then
took out a pack of matches and lit the candle in the middle
of the table.

    I pulled out a chair for Kay to sit in, and I sat on the
opposite side.

    Kay seemed to like the meal, and she kept marveling to me
about how wonderful it was: "It's like eating in a fancy
Italian restaurant in New York City," she told me.

    I knew that only "chefs" involved in the preparation of
the meal were the ones at Ragu and Ronzoni, but I took the
complement.  In fact, reading between the lines, I could see
she was really talking about the atmosphere, which I had told
her would be "romantic."

    I smiled at her in response, however, and came up with a
corny idea.

    I got up from the table to where the wine bottle was, and
took it over to the table.  Putting a white dish towel over
my arm, I made a big production of "pouring the wine for
madam" using an ersatz French waiter accent.

    She giggled at that, and as she did so, I whispered to
her, "You are getting very aroused.  You are finding yourself
attracted to me."

    Her giggle stopped, and she looked at me with hungry
eyes.  I smiled back at her, and went back to my seat.

    The idle conversation that we had before at the table had
mostly stopped.  I noticed her shifting around in her chair,
almost uncomfortably.  When I asked her questions, I usually
just got one or two word responses.

    A minute or so later, she gave me a look that was pure
seduction.  She threw her shoulders back, which thrust her
breasts out toward me in a very obvious gesture.  My commands
were working.

    Near the end of the meal, I saw her sucking up the
spaghetti in a very erotic fashion.  It was apparent that she
was trying to seduce me.

    After I finished my meal, I took a last sip of wine from
my glass.  She did so, too, pouting her lips to wonderful
fullness as the red liquid touched them.  I reminded myself
that this girl was a model, and she knows how to make herself
look seductive.

    That last thought set a new chain of ideas in my mind.  I
decided to play them out.

    "Let's go back to the living room, shall we?"

    She nodded, and followed me to the living room.  I sat
down on my recliner, and instead of retiring to the couch
that she sat in before, scooted me over, and shared the
recliner with me.  Her breasts rubbed against my shoulder as
we both tried to sit in the chair designed for a single
person.

    "You know, Kay, I'm fascinated by your modeling career.
What's it like to be in front of the camera?"

    She gave me a slight disappointed pout when she realized
that I still wanted to make small talk.

    "It's... fun," she said, continuing her two-word
responses that she started in the kitchen.

    "Come on, Kay.  Tell me what it's like."

    "Oh... it's like having people see you, you know... sexy
like?"

    "Hey.  Why don't you show me?  I have a camera in my
room.  I'll be right back."

    I got up from my chair and went into my room.  On my way,
I looked back, and saw that she had a disappointed look still
on her face.

    My camera was where I expected it to be, but I didn't
have any spare film, and the film in the camera only had
three pictures left.

    I remembered that Rick had a camera also, and went into
his room to see if it was still there.  It wasn't.  He
(obviously) took it on vacation with him.  However, I saw
that he had a couple of rolls of 36 exposures each.  I took
them, vowing to myself that I'd replace them, and stuffed
them in my pocket.

    In the living room, Kay had moved into the recliner, and
had her two legs spread apart.  Her hands were on her ribs.
She was giving me every sign of a girl in heat except the
drooling, which would probably be coming next.

    "So, is that how you pose for your shoots?"  I asked.

    She giggled at the thought.  "Oh, no.  I don't do those
kinds of shoots.  The most risque' that I get is when I did a
bathing suit shoot once."

    "Sports Illustrated?"  I asked.

    "Oh, no.  For a catalog.  I'm not that successful, yet."

    "I think you're sexy, Kay."

    "You do?  She gave me this coquettish look.  I grinned
and snapped a shot of her."

    She gave a little cry when she saw my flash go off.  "No
fair!  I wasn't modeling!"  She gave me a little pout that
showed me that she wasn't upset, but just playing around.

    "Then come on.  Show me how sexy you are.  Do a strip
tease for me."

    She got up off the recliner, and looked around the room.
There was a spot that I guess had the best background for
her, and she moved there.

    She gave me a coy look, and froze.  I realized that this
was my cue to snap another picture.

    She moved her hands over her breasts, and again froze.
Flash!

    My camera's winder indicated that it was rewinding the
current roll of film.  This time, Kay had her hands at her
waist, and her ass pushed out, away from me.  She was bent
over so that I could just see her cleavage under her blouse.
She froze, waiting for me to snap my picture.

    I fumbled with the camera, unloading the film, and took
an eternity to finally get the new film canister loaded.  I
looked at Kay, who was still in her pose.  Flash!

    She turned herself so that she was in the same pose, but
now I had a side view.  Flash!

    After a half dozen more shots, she started to unfasten
her skirt.  This sexy model was a far cry from the scared
creature that had tried to do so earlier.  The dress started
to fall down, and when it got to just below the bottom of her
panties, she somehow caused it to stop slipping down.  She
froze.  Flash!  Flash!

    The skirt dropped to the floor, and Kay started to pull
the arms off her blouse.  Soon, she had both arms out, and
her arms were above it, her blouse still hiding her breasts.
She froze in that position.  Flash!

    I watched her move the blouse down over her breasts, and
saw that she was bra-less.  As soon as they were exposed, she
froze again.  Her nipples were red little points on her
alabaster breasts.  Flash!  Flash!

    She somehow managed to get her blouse pulled down over
her hips, and it fell into a pile on the floor.  She stood
there with her hands on her hips in just her panties and
froze again.  Flash.

    She moved her hands into the top of her panties, and
started to pull them down.  Just before her bush was
revealed, she froze again.  Flash!

    Slowly, she pulled them down until they were bunched up
at her knees.  Flash!  Flash!

    She wiggled her legs, and the panties slid down the rest
of the way.  Flash!

    "Is that sexy enough for you, mister?"  she asked, coyly.

    I could see little beads of moisture at the bottom of her
neatly trimmed bush.  Her nipples were still quite erect, and
it was obvious that she was quite turned on.

    I wondered how far I could go with that.

    "Why?  Do you think you could do something even more
sexy?"  I asked, teasingly.

    "I've only just started," she said.

    She walked over to the recliner, and sat down demurely.
She waited about ten seconds until I noticed that she had
froze again, wanting me to get her picture.  Flash!

    She relaxed, and leaned back on the chair.  Her hands
were just touching the outside of her breasts.  Flash!

    She moved her hands to her breasts, and I got a little
closer to get a better view through the camera.  She was
twiddling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.  I
watched her, mesmerized.  Again, it was a few seconds before
I noticed that she was waiting for me to snap her picture.
Flash!

    She opened her hands, and enveloped her breasts in them,
slowly kneading her breasts while her fingers were still
twiddling her nipples.  Flash!  Flash!

    Her right hand started its journey south.  I noticed that
her legs were apart now.  I had been focusing on her breasts
that I hadn't noticed this until now.  Flash!

    A contented smile was on her face, as her right hand
reached the top of her public hair.  She moved it in tiny
circles.  Flash!

    Finally, her index finger hit pay dirt.  It hit the edge
of her mound, and started to curl down, still working in
tight circles.  Flash!  Flash!

    She let out a lovely sigh, as her whole body moved now.
I was a bit unsure what she was up to when I noticed that
both of her legs were now over the arms of the recliner.  Her
slit was totally exposed now, except where her fingers were
still moving in circles.  Flash!  Flash!

    Her middle finger joined her index finger, and then
curled upwards, as her index finger sought the entrance to
her womb.  It sunk between the folds of her labia, and
plunged into her depths.  Flash!  Flash!

    I watched in awe as this beautiful model frigged herself.
I totally forgot about the camera as I watched, frozen in
disbelief.  She started moaning softly, and her actions got
faster.  Her clit was revealed as a bright red swollen
nubbin, and she teased it by moving around it, barely
touching it.

    She legs started to move, and I saw a shudder go through
her body.  She had reached her orgasm, and I was standing
there, staring at her.

    Stupidly, I looked down, and remembered the camera.  I
snapped a few pictures as her orgasm subsided.

    Slowly, her eyes opened, and she saw me looking at her,
my jaws agape.

    "Hows that for sexy, mister?"  she asked with a very
husky voice.

    "Quite sexy indeed," I admired.

    This was the first time in my life that I ever saw a
woman openly masturbate in front of me.  I had seen pictures
in men's magazines of woman touching themselves, but never
had such an experience up close and personal.

    She smiled at me, and gave me a hungry look.  "Looks like
your little fellow is straining at the bit," she said.

    I looked down, and saw that I indeed had an erection that
would split concrete.

    "I think that is mine," she said, and started slowly
moving toward me.

    She got herself off the recliner, and knelt on the floor
in front of me, reaching up to unzip my pants.  I allowed her
to undress me.

    When she got my boxers down, my boner snapped up with a
plop.

    She stuck out her tongue, and licked it lightly.  At the
sensation, my dick miraculously got even harder.  She kept on
giving me quick licks, which shot light lightning through my
body.  I had gotten blow jobs before, but never had
experienced something so light and so powerfully sexy until
then.

    I noticed that her licks started getting longer.  She
moved her head down, and licked the bottom of my balls, and
then continued licking up the shaft back up the head.

    She continued teasing my cock with her tongue, opening
her mouth wider and wider as she got back to the tip, until
she suddenly enveloped the entire head of my cock with her
lips.  I could feel her tongue still licking on the top while
she kept it in her mouth.

    I remembered the camera, and snapped a picture of her
lips surrounding my cock, and the film went into auto-rewind.
No more film!

    Gradually, I became aware of a new sensation, and found
that she had started sucking me.  I wanted to force my cock
down her throat, and started to push my hips toward her.  She
followed my action, keeping her lips exactly in the same
place.

    I was considering putting the camera down so I could use
my hands to force her head to impale itself on my cock, when
I felt one of her hands start to rub up and down on the shaft.

    I wasn't able to take more than a few seconds of this,
and I felt that I was going to have to release.  She
increased the pace of her hands, and moved her mouth off the
head of my cock.  At almost the exact same time, I started to
spew, sending gobs of cum all over her face.

    Now, in my experiences with women, I haven't known any
before (or since) that liked having a guy cum all over ones
face.  Kay, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy it, aiming my
cock as it was spurting to hit both cheeks and her chin.

    Finally, spent, I looked down at her.  There were gobs of
cum all over her, dripping down onto her neck and breasts.

    I picked up the camera, hoping to get a shot of her like
that, and remembered that there was no film.

    Kay seemed to know what I was doing, and just froze there
in position, allowing me to reload the camera.

    I searched through my pants, which were in a heap on the
floor, trying to find the last film cartridge.  I finally
located it, and fumbled again with the camera, ejecting the
old cartridge, and inserting the new one.

    I took about three photographs of her with her cum on my
face.

    She looked up at me, and then started to rub the wet
spots on her face.  She kept licking her fingers as she did
so.  I took a couple of shots of her doing this.

    Pretty soon, her face as almost back to normal.

    She looked at me and smiled.

    "That was... incredible!"

    I looked at her, incredulously.  "Yeah.  That was...
fantastic!"  I agreed.

    "Can you... hold me?"  she asked.

    I said sure, and she pushed me down onto the floor,
wrapping her arms around me.  She pulled her breasts to my
side, and wrapped her moist legs around my hips.  She kept
pulling herself to me, and then she opened her eyes and
peered into mine.

    She smiled, closed her eyes and she kissed me.

    I looked at this lovely bombshell, and did what I never
thought I would do in that situation.

    I fell asleep.

* * *

    I woke up a few hours later, and knew something was
different.  I wasn't in bed, and my naked body was in an
S-shape following the contour of a lovely female form.

    I tried to think where I was, and thought that maybe my
ex-girlfriend had returned, and we were making out as a way
of getting back together.  However, I listened to the even
breaths of my partner and knew it wasn't my ex.  For one
thing, my ex-girlfriend snored.

    For the other thing, the girl I was with had long
straight hair.  It smelt of a strange perfume.  I quietly ran
my hand from the top of her shoulder down the side of her,
feeling her shape.  Whoever this was, it wasn't any of my
recent girlfriends.

    I fondled the girl's bottom, and I heard a lovely sigh
from my partner.  There was enough of a voice in that sigh to
remind me who it was.  That model!  Kay!

    Suddenly, the flood of memories of the previous afternoon
and early evening came rushing back to me.  Kay doing her
sexy strip tease, masturbating for me, blowing me...

    And she was still here!

    I took mental inventory, and noticed that I was now
completely undressed.  I was on top of a bed, but I knew that
I wasn't in my own bed.

    Quietly, I glanced about the room, and saw from the clock
radio on the other side of the bed that I must be in Rick's
room.  Apparently, Kay didn't know which room was mine, and
selected one at random.  Well, no real damage was done.

    I needed to piss, so I pulled away from Kay, and got out
of bed.  I quietly crept out of the room, and into the
bathroom.  I turned on the light, and looked back into Rick's
bedroom.  The light revealed that my partner was indeed Kay.
I turned into the bathroom and relieved myself.

    After I finished, I crept back into the room.  I decided
that I needed to talk with Kay.

    I gently touched her shoulder and started to shake her
softly.

    "Kay, wake up!"  I whispered.

    She woke up instantly, and I idly wondered if this was
part of the "obligation to obey" that she felt toward me.

    "What happened after I fell asleep?"  I asked.

    "I undressed you, and helped you into your room.  I hope
you don't mind that I stayed with you," she said, dreamily.

    "This isn't my room.  It's my room mate's.  But that's no
problem.  Did anything else happen?"

    "No, you went back asleep, and you sort of snuggled up
against me.  It felt nice, and I guess I fell asleep too."

    "Well, if you want, you can stay here the weekend.  Stay
here as long as you like, actually."

    "Thanks, Jim."

    I got back in bed, and repositioned myself into a spoon
position with Kay.  I had my right hand on her breast, and
started to play with it.

    She moaned her approval, and then her breaths came slower
and slower, and I realized that she was asleep again.

* * *

    The next morning, I got up and left Kay in Rick's bed.  I
took a shower, and went into my own room to get myself
dressed.  The clothes were no longer in the living room, and
I guessed that Kay had moved them into Rick's room.

    I went into the kitchen, and noticed that all the dishes
from the night before had been done.  Even the stuff that was
in the drain board seemed to have been put away.  It was like
living with a girlfriend again, I smiled to myself.

    I opened the fridge, and was disappointed that there
wasn't any bacon or eggs.  Shrugging my shoulders, I put on a
pot of coffee.

    As the smell of caffeine wafted through the air, I heard
some stirring in Rick's room.  I sat down on one of the
kitchen chairs, and Kay sauntered into the kitchen, wearing
nothing but a shy smile.

    "I didn't have a change of clothes," she said, a bit
embarrassed.

    "Not a problem," I said.  "You can walk around like that
all you want."

    She looked at me, and started to say something.  Then she
caught herself, and said, "Um, well, I'd rather put on
something."

    I was disappointed.  I had expected her to obey my
instruction to go naked, and she didn't.  Then I replayed the
conversation back in my mind, and realized that I had given
her a choice, and she made it.  Oh, well.

    "I have a bathrobe in my room in the closet," I told her.

    She thanked me, and left.  I watched her cute naked ass
wiggle as it went into my room.  She emerged a minute later
wearing a baggy robe.

    "You like," she asked.

    "Of course," I said, smiling.

    I found some English muffins in the freezer, and toasted
them for Kay and myself.  We sat at the kitchen table,
drinking coffee.

    Kay looked like she wanted to say something, so I didn't
make any small talk.

    Finally, she said, with a sigh, "About last night..."

    "Yeah," I said.  "Sorry about falling asleep..."

    "No," she said.  "It's just that... it's just that I've
never done anything like that before."

    "Like what?"  I asked.

    "Stripping.  Playing with myself... oh, god!"

    "You never played with yourself?"

    She turned bright crimson.  "Well, yes.  But never in
front of a guy!"

    "I thought it was sexy.  You looked absolutely ravishing!"

    She continued to blush.  "And then... taking you into
my... mouth..."  She let the sentence drop.

    "You mean to tell me that you're a virgin?"  I asked,
incredulously.

    She nodded, looking a bit ashamed.

    I got up and walked over to her.  "Oh, Kay... there's
nothing wrong with that."

    She nodded, and sniffed a bit onto my shoulder as I bent
down to hug her.

    "Are you saving yourself for somebody special?"  I asked.

    She nodded again.

    "Well, I think you're still a virgin," I explained.

    "I acted... I acted like a harlot last night.  I don't
know what came over me.  I'm so sorry..."

    "Don't be worried about last night.  You were wonderful,"
I assured her.

    She stopped sniffing almost immediately, and I realized
that I had given her another order.  I'm going to have to be
careful around her, I decided.

    "I guess it wasn't that bad," she agreed.

    I sighed and gave her a kiss.  "And you were quite
wonderful last night," I said again.

    She nodded.

    We broke off the hug, and sat down at our chairs.  We
finished the meal in silence.

* * *

    After breakfast, I led Kay back into the living room.
She sat on the sofa, and I sat on the recliner.

    I gave Kay an order to explain to me her sex life in
detail.

    She did.

* * *

    Kay's parents brought her up with a strict religious
background, even sending her to an all-girl religious school.

    She learned about the facts of life from her friends, who
may have embellished a little here and there.

    Her first sexual experience was with a class mate right
before graduation.  Gail was a dorm mate, and Kay and Gail
were close friends.  As a joke graduation gift, Gail's
brother had given her a videocassette.

    There were very view video players on campus, and the two
girls sneaked into the AV room late one night to watch the
video.  Gail's brother had hinted that it was "sex stuff" and
the two girls were curious.

    The movie was grainy, and looked to be a copy of a copy
of a film.

    There wasn't much plot to the movie, but there was a lot
of action.

    The first sex scene wasn't too far into the movie.  A
lady on screen had undressed in front of a man, who was still
dressed.  She had a hairy bush, the two blonde girls looked
at the lady on screen in awe, never having seen an adult
naked before.

    The man called the lady to him, and had her lie down on
the bed.  She did so, and he climbed between her legs, and
started licking.

    "Eeeeewwwwww!"  the two girls cried.

    "Gross!"

    They continued to watch the movie, fascinated.  The lady
on the screen was making a lot of "ooohs" and "aaahs" and
both girls were wondering to themselves what it would be like
to feel a tongue "down there" instead of their own fingers.

    All too soon, the action changed, and the lady was
starting to undress the man.  The two girls saw for the first
time a real man's cock, and ooohed and ahhhed over it.

    "Put it on pause," said Kay.

    Gail did, hoping to get a good look at the man's
equipment, but the paused picture was so blurry that they
couldn't quite make out any real part of it.

    "Darn," said Gail, and she pushed play again.  The
picture took a second or two to refocus, and by this time,
the guy's tool was going in an out of the lady's mouth.

    "Double gross!"  said Gail.

    The two girls watched the lady suck the man's dick.  Both
of them realized that they were getting excited watching the
movie, and both of them had hoped that the other wouldn't
notice them getting excited.

    The man pulled his penis out of the lady's mouth, and
repositioned himself between her legs.  The girls watched in
rapt attention as he inserted his unit into the lady's
vagina.  Soon, he was thrusting in and out, and the lady was
moaning quite loudly.

    The scene ended with the man shooting his load over the
lady's tits, which elicited more cries of "Gross!"  from the
two girls.  However, neither girl was really grossed out-they
were too intrigued by action on the screen.

    The scene changed to another lady and the same man doing
much the same to one another.  The girls were getting very
turned on by the nature of the action, and Kay noticed that
Gail had her hand inside her pants.  She quickly turned away
and returned her attention to the action on screen.

    The next scene had the two ladies that were in the
previous scenes find out about each other.  They start to
fight each other, but their fighting turns into steamy
petting.  The two girls watched speechless as both ladies
started getting more and more undressed.

    Finally, one of the ladies had her head buried between
the other's legs.  The girls watched, shocked, the one lady
eat out the other.  They had never contemplated this sort of
action before.

    By this time, Kay's hand had also migrated into her
pants, and was starting to fondle herself like she did
occasionally at night.

    The two ladies had now repositioned themselves into a
"69" position, and now both ladies were eating each other.
Kay's hand was moving faster under her pants, and she
realized that she was nearing her own release.  As one of the
ladies started yelling out in orgasm on the screen, Kay was
surprised to hear Gail moaning as well.

    Kay was stunned by Gail bringing herself off, but her
realization of what Gail had done brought Kay over the edge
herself, and she found herself moaning along with Gail as
their orgasms washed over the two girls.

    When her orgasm faded, she noticed that Gail was looking
at her strange.

    "You, too?"  she asked.

    Kay simply nodded.

    Gail hit the STOP button on the player, and looked at her
class mate.

    "Um, would you want to..."  Gail started.

    Kay was ashamed that she would play with herself in front
of her best friend, but realized that her best friend had
done it in front of her as well.

    "You mean..."  Kay replied.

    "Uh, huh," said Gail.

    Wordlessly, Gail moved closer to Kay.  She started to
unzip Kay's pants, but Kay stopped her.

    Gail looked into Kay's eyes, and saw desire there.  She
looked down at Kay's pants, and saw that Kay was undoing her
own clothes.  Gail decided to join her, and started to
unclasp her own pants.

    Within minutes, the two girls were staring at each other,
wearing nothing but T-shirts and socks.

    Gail took hold of Kay's shoulders, and helped her lie
down.  She positioned head between her legs, and smelled her
musky scent., and saw desire there.  She looked down at Kay's
pants, and saw that Kay was undoing her own clothes.  Gail
decided to join her, and started to unclasp her own pants.

    Within minutes, the two girls were staring at each other,
wearing nothing but T-shirts and socks.

    Gail took hold of Kay's shoulders, and helped her lie
down.  She positioned head between her legs, and smelled her
musky scent.  She knew that she was committed, so she stuck
out her tongue, and licked the folds of Kay's downy muff.

    Kay squirmed in return, and Gail started to lick her
class mate like she saw the two girls do on screen.  Kay's
legs started to part, and Gail found that she could move her
tongue even closer to Kay's magic spot.

    Kay was in heaven from the sensation.  She had
occasionally masturbated, but never had the feelings been as
strong as the warm, wiggly tongue was able to elicit.  She
felt her friend's mouth start to squeeze her clitoris between
her tongue and lips, and the sensation was nearly
overwhelming.

    Without warning, Kay felt her orgasm hit her.  "Oh, oh!"
she cried, just like the lady on screen.  Gail took the
opportunity to change her position, and positioned her crotch
over Kay's face.

    All of a sudden, Kay felt some weight on her face, and
knew that Gail had moved into the 69 position.  Blindly, she
stuck out her tongue, and felt along her friend's thighs, and
finally found Gail's sex.  Gail continued to rub her tongue
on Kay's clit, and was rewarded with Kay's moans causing her
own clit to vibrate.

    Gail loved the vibration, and started to moan into Kay's
muff herself.  This brought more wiggles from Kay, and Gail
was rewarded with more moans into her own crotch.

    Finally, Kay found Gail's clitoris, and Gail felt
something like an electric shock as Kay massaged it expertly
with her tongue.  Gail wondered idly about the feelings when
her own orgasm started to wash over her.

    Gail ground her snatch into Kay's mouth, trying to get as
much stimulation as possible as her orgasm hit.  Kay's tongue
moved fast in return, her own orgasm having just finished.

    Kay continued to lick at her friend's clit, until Gail
suddenly stopped moving on top of her, spent from her orgasm.

    Kay rolled a bit, and Gail moved from on top of her onto
the floor next to her.  The two girls lay there for a few
minutes, thinking about the wonderful feelings that they had
just experienced.

    Gail started to sit up, and Kay did the same.  They found
themselves facing one another.  Gail stared into Kay's eyes,
and started to bring her face closer to Kay's.  Key,
mesmerized by Gail's actions, did the same, and the two of
them met face to face.  Gail's lips opened, and her tongue
licked at Key's face, tasting her own juices on her friend.
Kay did the same to Gail.

    Finally, the two girls' tongues met, and they started
playing with each other's tongues.  Gail quickly clasped her
lips around Kay's tongue, and brought her face closer and
kissed Kay.

    Kay snapped out of her reverie when she realized that she
was French kissing her best friend.  Her eyes opened, to see
Gail's eyes closed in a moment of bliss.

    Kay pulled away from her friend, and the two girls spent
about five minutes thinking about what they had witnessed,
and what they had done to each other.

    Wordlessly, the two girls got up together, and pulled
back on their pants.  They ejected the tape from the player,
and started to leave the room.

    Gail turned to Kay.  "I don't think we're lezzies or
anything... you know... those girls did it on the film,
right?  And they also did guys?"

    Kay nodded.

    "We're graduating next week; let's keep this our little
secret."

    Kay nodded again.

    The two girls hurried back to their dorms.

* * *

    "That's it," I asked.  "Your only experience was an
experiment with another girl?"

    "Yes," Kay blushed.

    "No boy friends?  Nothing?"

    "I went to an all-girls college, and afterwords, was
spending so much time looking for work, that I didn't have
time for dating," she explained.

    I nodded.

    "Until..."  she let it dangle.

    "Until last night?"  I asked.

    She nodded.

    I smiled at her.  This is one lovely student, and I'd
love to teach her.

    "So, get undressed, and spread your legs.  I'm gonna
repay that favor you did for me last night."

    She looked at me and let the robe fall open.  Within a
few seconds, it was on the floor, and she was lying with her
legs spread.

* * *

    Later on that morning, Kay asked me if it was all right
with me if she went home to get a change of clothes.  I
didn't have a problem with it, and she kissed me warmly
before she left.

    I watched her walk down the hallway, and made some mental
plans for the evening.  Dinner, dancing, maybe a movie.  I
really owed Kay a great time for the wonderful time that she
gave me.

    It was never meant to be.

    I got a bit worried at about her at about 4 PM, when she
still hadn't returned.  I called her phone number, expecting
her answering machine, but it rang and rang without answering.

    This was very strange indeed.  I figured most models
would have their machines on 24 hours a day in case they got
a job.

    I waited home all evening, and she never came back.

* * *

    On Monday, I decided to give her agency a call.  A woman
answered with a professional tone announcing the name of the
agency.  I asked to talk with Kay, and the receptionist asked
for my name.

    I gave it to her, and she said that Kay wasn't available,
but that she could take a message.  I left a message telling
her that I had been worried about her last weekend, and hoped
that she'd call.

    She never returned my call.

    After a couple of days, I stopped trying her home phone
number, which never answered.

    A call to her agency a few weeks later gave me the
information that Kay no longer worked at the agency, and
didn't leave a forwarding address.

    I had seen the last of Kay.

* * *

    About six months later, I received a letter, apparently
from Kay.  It had a postmark from New York.  It said:

    Dear Jim,

    I'm sorry to have left you so suddenly, but despite your
requests for me not to worry, I found the situation to be
very troubling.  It was the hardest thing not to answer the
telephone.  I just knew it was you, and it was nearly
impossible for me to ignore your calls.

    My agency gave me your message, and I'm sorry for making
you worry.  I've since moved, and have even gone to
counseling to try to figure out what had happened between us.

    You were sweet for not having taken my virginity, even
though it would probably have been quite easy to do, and I
thank you for that.  I will also remember you as the first
guy that I ever dated.

    With fondest regards,

    Kay

* * *

    Ever since that miraculous encounter in a grocery store,
I've tried to figure out myself what had happened between us.
Over the years, I've tried giving subtle orders to other
people to see if anybody tended to obey me without any
success.

    I've come up with two possible suggestions on what may
have transpired.

    The one explanation that the romantic side of me prefers
is that there was some mystical sort of bond between the two
of us-we fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that
contained six billion pieces.

    The other explanation is that Kay may have had some sort
of fantasy of being a helpless slave, and was acting out that
fantasy, and then decided that this fantasy could lead too
far.

    Either way, it's never happened to me before or since.

* * *

                           The End 
