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Their Greatest Fear

Norm DePloom

Karen was scared and nervous, not to mention excited. After a yearlong relationship by IM, email and phone she was about to meet in person the man whose voice on the other end of the phone never failed to get her wet. Just seeing his name in the IM pop-up window, or listed in her inbox had the same effect on her. 'Cyber' and phone sex had been a part of their relationship from the beginning. This was the man who knew more about her than anyone else in the world ever had. Karen had shared secret desires and fantasies with John that not even her life long best friend, or her most intense of past lovers had ever learned. In their many cyber and phone sessions John had pulled her into areas of fantasy she had never dreamed of before. John's requirements for her visit had been clearly.

"I want this clearly understood from the beginning," Karen could still hear his voice on the phone, as distinctly as it would be if she had still been talking to him, "I'm going to expect, no, demand sex." Karen remembered the soft "Yes, of course." That came from her when she heard him over the phone.

"I don't want you to get here only to start talking about 'needing to get to know each other better'. I'm going to fuck your pussy," Karen remembered how she had worked her empty Bud bottle in and out of her wet cunt while she listened to John's statements of his expectations, "I'm going to fuck your ass," he had continued over the phone, "I'm going to fuck your mouth." Karen remembered the moan that had escaped her mouth as she had listened to John's recitation of the sex acts she was going to be expected to perform. One question kept pushing the other thoughts from Karen' mind. What if the tender caring side of his personality, the side that made his demanding exterior so exciting, didn't shine through in real life like it did over the phone, or while they were chatting online?

Now that the planes wheels were actually touching down on the runway at the San Francisco International Airport, Karen's only coherent thought was 'My god, what am I doing'. The excitement, the memories, and even the fear contributed to the wetness between Karen's legs as she recovered her carry on bag and made her way to the door of the plane.

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John had driven over the day before and checked into the room he had reserved on the thirtieth floor of the Downtown Marriott's. The next day he slept in then, after eating a late lunch in his room, and requesting that the room be cleaned before he returned from the airport, John rode the elevator down to the lobby and found a seat in the cafe where he ordered a double mocha and worked on his PocketPC until it was time to pick up Karen. Climbing into the limo he had ordered, John rode in quite expectation to the airport. In spite of his demands over the phone John was nervous, and a bit apprehensive. A whole catalogue of 'what ifs' ran through his mind as he road to meet the woman who had shared, and enjoyed his secret sexual fantasies for the last year. He knew it was much easier to project an air of dominance and authority over the phone and through computer chats than it was in real life. One question kept running through his mind. What if she sees through his demanding exterior? What if she sees his concern for her, his tender thoughts? Would she no longer respect him as the dominant figure he had been during their long distance relationship?

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Karen deplaned walked into the terminal looking for the self described 'Santa Clause before his hair had finished turning white'. She smiled as she remembered how concerned he had been, when they started exchanging pictures, that she might reject him because he was a bit on the 'stout' side.

"As if that would matter to me." Karen said out loud, drawing quick looks from the people around her, as she scanned the crowd looking for her 'Daddy' as she had gotten in the habit of calling him. Karen caught site of him and her heart began to pound. Just a fraction of a second later John looked in her direction and their eyes locked. A thrill ran through Karen's body, a thrill like she'd never felt with any other man. Even from this distance she felt like she was being consumed by his desire for her.

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John arrived at the airport and, leaving the limo and driver outside, went into the terminal to meet Karen. Early in their discussion of this meeting John concluded that there were only three possible outcomes. The first possibility was that they would meet, decide they didn't really like each other that much then part and loose contact with each other. The second possibility was that they would meet, have a fun, sex filled weekend then part and, after a few more months as cyber friends/lovers, drift apart. The third possibility was that they would meet and form such a tight bond with each other that they never wanted to be separated again. They had both been honest enough to admit that possibility number three was there greatest fear. Number three would bring complete upheaval to both of their lives.

As John looked over the crowed his eyes locked with hers. They began to work their way through the people around them toward each other without breaking their eye contact. It seemed to be one of those 'movie moments' where everything else faded into the background. The terminal seemed to get suddenly and strangely quit.

As he walked toward Karen, John remembered how concerned she had been about her constant battle with her weight. He remembered her confiding in him that she didn't think her breasts were the right size for her body, that her nipples were too small, and the hundred's of other things that concerned women about their bodies.

"How could she think her body was anything but perfect?" John asked himself softly as they walked towards each other. Even her hair, a color john did not normally find attractive, looked beautiful, on her. They met, and stood for a moment looking at each other while the crowed surged around them, then Karen put her carry on bag on the floor next to her. John opened his arms and she melted into them. Their mouths met in a short, but passionate, kiss then John picked up her bag and, putting his arm around her, began to guide Karen through the crowed. Karen's fears about John's 'softer side' were assuaged during the first thirty seconds they were together by the barrage of questions he asked, coming one after the other almost to quickly for her to answer.

"How was the flight? Are you hungry? Do you need to visit the restroom before we leave?" Karen could not remember them all, only that each one expressed a concern for her and her well being. Karen was already feeling safe, and cared for, by the time the chauffer opened the limo door and helped her in.

"Let us know when we're about five minutes away from the hotel." John told the driver then pushed the button raising the privacy panel and flipped the switch turning off the speakers in the front.

Karen looked over the inside of the vehicle. It was a limo built to hold six with two bench seats facing each other and plenty of room between them. As the limo began to pick its way through the airport traffic, John turned to Karen and, pulling her body close to his, brought his mouth to hers. Finishing the kiss that had only been hinted at in the terminal, John gently cupped one of Karen's breasts and felt her moan against his lips as he flipped his thumb back and forth across her rapidly hardening nipple. Breaking off the kiss, John urged Karen off the seat, and onto her knees in front of him.

"No," John said, gently holding her shoulders as Karen, thinking she knew what he wanted began to lean forward, toward his lap, "wait." Karen remained on her knees as John pulled a box from his coat pocket and, opening the box, let her see the thick gold Omega necklace inside. Karen looked into his eyes and only hesitated a second before nodding her head. John removed the necklace from its box and, pushing her hair out of the way fastened it around Karen's neck. It was a perfect fit, Karen decided as she reached up and ran her fingers over the smooth heavy gold, tight enough that she would always be aware of it, but not so tight that she felt like she was being choked. Karen desperately wanted to open her carry on bag and get out her mirror so she could see how she looked with John's heavy gold collar around her neck, but that would have to wait. John was unbuttoning her blouse. Karen blushed, and trembled slightly, so long had she thought her breasts to be inadequate that she was sure John would no longer want her after he'd seen them.

Slowly, taking his time, John unbuttoned Karen's blouse then pulled it open letting the sleeves slide down her arms. Karen's blush, and apprehension increased as john sat silently looking at her exposed breasts. Placing a hand on each of Karen's upper arms John leaned forward and gently kissed each of her nipples in turn, sending chills down her back. After bestowing the kisses John looked into Karen's eyes.

"Never again," he said with total seriousness, "do I want to hear you say anything derogatory about your breasts." After leaning forward and kissing her nipples once again he continued. "From now on you will refer to them only as 'My beautiful breasts'." This wholehearted, and apparently sincere praise of her breasts made Karen blush more hotly than she had in years. "Say it now." John commanded.

"My beautiful breasts."

"Say it like you mean it."

"My beautiful breasts." Karen said more firmly, followed by a sigh of pleasure as John leaned forward and began to suckle on her right nipple. Karen wrapped her arms around John's head, both to help support herself as the limo moved through the freeway traffic, and to allow her to stroke his fine wavy hair. John moved to Karen's left breast while he unhooked the waistband of Karen's slacks then unzipped the fly and worked them down off her hips. Karen spread her legs as far as she could with her slacks still around her thighs. She was ached to be touched, to feel his hands on her body like she had imagined so many times. John cupped Karen's firm butt with both hands gently kneading her rear in sync with his mouth suckling on her breast.

"Oh, yes." Karen said breathlessly as John moved his right hand around to cup her smooth clean shaved crotch. John loved the feel of Karen's smooth pussy. He'd never been with a woman who had shaved her pubic hair, and had never thought he would find it exciting. Karen let her hands move up and down John's back as his fingers explored her large sensitive clitoris.

"It is big." John confirmed letting Karen's nipple slip from his mouth.

"I told you it was." Karen whispered in John's ear then kissed his neck. John had been imagining his first encounter with Karen's clitoris since she had confided in him that it was a quarter inch long and very sensitive. Keeping his thumb on Karen's 'monster clit' as they'd come to call it during their phone and chat sessions, John eased his finger into her wet cunt. Karen clung to John, kissing his neck and the parts of his face not covered by his full beard, while his fingers explored the depths of her warm, wet pussy. After several minutes of exploration John removed his hand from Karen's crotch and leaned back in the seat, stretching his legs out on each side of Karen.

Karen sat back on her heals then leaned forward and, balancing as best she could in the moving car, unbuckled John's belt and unzipped his trousers. She'd been waiting for a year to pleasure this man in person and Karen did not want to wait one second longer. She wanted to repay him for the mind-blowing orgasms she'd had thanks to the stories and fantasies he had woven for her during those long and numerous chat and phone sex sessions. Pulling John's already hard cock from his trousers, Karen lowered her head and kissed it gently just as he'd first kissed her nipples. Then, cupping his balls with just the firmness that experience told her men liked, she licked up and down the underside of his cockshaft several times before she engulfed his cockhead with her mouth and swirled her tongue repeatedly around the ridge where the head attached to the shaft. Karen was rewarded with a moan from deep in John's chest as he pushed forward with his hips, moving his cock deeper into Karen's eager wet mouth.

Karen used every trick she'd learned sucking cocks since she was fifteen years old, and every detail she'd gleaned from John's stories and fantasies about his desires, in her effort to make this the best oral sex John had ever received. Karen had bragged that, in high school, she had been known as 'The Queen of the Blowjobs', as she effortlessly took his cock into her mouth and throat, not stopping until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, John decided that her brag had not been hallow. When John's cock began to erupt, Karen held just its head in her mouth, collecting his cum on her tongue where she could enjoy the flavor of it before swallowing. When Karen sat back on her heels after ingesting his sperm, John patted the seat next to him. Karen moved up onto the seat and sat with John's arm around her, their clothes in disarray as they kissed and gently explored each other's bodies until the driver warned them they were approaching the hotel. John helped Karen retrieve her blouse from the floor and pull up her slacks then zipped and fastened his trousers just as the limo pulled up to the door of the hotel.

Karen shivered when the cold breeze hit her, feeling like it would knife through her to the very core of her being. She was happy that John put his arm around her, it didn't block the wind, but the protective thought behind it warmed her soul. John paid the driver, with a healthy tip then picked up Karen's case and headed for the hotel lobby. As much as he enjoyed the sight of her nipples standing at attention under the thin material if her blouse, John wanted to get Karen out of the cold wind as quickly as possible. Karen made futile efforts to straighten her hair as John ushered her across the lobby to the bank of elevators. Once in the elevator Karen looked at her reflection in the mirrored wall as she gently ran her fingertips over the gold Omega necklace. It looked lovely around her neck, the luster of the gold brought out the color of her skin. The necklace had the heavy feel of good quality gold. Karen couldn't begin to guess how much it cost. John watched Karen looking at the necklace in the mirror. Since they were, at least so far, alone in the rapidly moving elevator, he set her carry on case on the elevator floor and moved Karen a little closer to the mirror then stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders and the front of his body touching Karen's back at almost every point.

"That looks so right on you." John whispered in Karen's ear, his breath causing chills to run down her spine. John bent his head, moving his mouth down from Karen's ear to her neck, where he gently kissed her warm soft skin, sending further chills down her back. As he continued kissing her sensitive neck John slipped his hands off Karen's shoulders. Moving his hands between Karen's arms and her sides John embraced her from behind and cupped her breasts through her blouse.

"What are these?" He whispered in her ear between kisses.

"My beautiful breasts," Karen answered with an obedient sigh as she slowly moved her hips, rubbing her backside against the growing hardness in John's trousers.

"Whose beautiful breasts are they?" John asked softly as he flicked his thumbs up and down over Karen's hardening nipples. Karen was silent for a couple of seconds, then seemed to melt into John's strong, supportive arms as she answered.

"My beautiful breasts, like every other part of my body belong to you, Daddy." John turned Karen half way around and, with his left hand on the back of her head, brought his mouth to hers. As his tongue pushed between Karen's lips John slipped his right hand inside her blouse to cup her breast without the interfering material between his palm and Karen's hot skin. Karen sighed deeply and returned John's kiss. Her right hand slipped from the Omega necklace down to her 'Daddy's' crotch where she massaged the length of his hard cock through the cloth of his trousers.

The elevator slowed in preparation to stopping. Breaking the kiss, John glanced at the floor number then, since it wasn't their floor, moved Karen in front of him and, still embracing her from behind with his hands resting on her belly just below her breasts, nestled his hard cock up against Karen's firm butt. Karen crossed her arms, letting her hands rest on top of John's. An older couple got on the elevator, smiled at John and Karen then turned and faced the front. The door closed noiselessly and, as the elevator began it's upward journey, Karen flexed her gluteus maximus muscles, clenching and unclenching her butt on John's hard cock. Karen gently caressed the back of John's hands as they watched the floor numbers being counted off by the display above the door. She loved the way his beard tickled against the side of her neck.

The elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor and John, releasing his grip on Karen, retrieved her case from the floor then, making no attempt to hide the state of his cock, put his arm around her and walked into the hallway. Karen looked back at the older couple as she was putting her arm around John. The older woman smiled then winked at her just as the door closed.

Karen caught her breath when she stepped into the hotel room, the wall of the room directly across from the door was virtually all glass. From thirty floors high Karen looked out across the darkening city by the bay as lights winked on in every direction. Although the view was inspiring, Karen would not approach closer to the window than about ten feet.

"Give me my case," Karen demanded suddenly, like she had just remembered something, "I've got a surprise for you." She grinned, as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, as she took a small plastic bag from the case. "You wait right here," she ordered as she headed for the bathroom, "I'll be right back," she finished, closing the door behind her.

As soon as Karen disappeared into the bathroom, John picked up the phone and pressed the button for room service. While he waited for the call to be answered John noticed the brown, label-less bottle in Karen's case. With a smile playing across his lips, John picked up the bottle and examined it for signs of recent use. When the room service operator answered, John returned the bottle to Karen's case and ordered dinner.

Karen's heart beat rapidly with excitement as she closed the bathroom door. She had been planning this since the moment they had begun discussing her visit. Karen quickly stripped off her blouse and slacks, and was once again struck by the beauty of the heavy gold collar around her neck. She paused once again to run her fingers over the polished gold, before taking the garment out of the plastic bag. Of all the stories and fantasies that John had spun for her over the Internet, or over the phone, the one that excited her the most was about being forced to go out in public wearing a T-shirt that declared her to be the property of her 'Daddy'.

Karen pulled the T-shirt she had designed, carefully modeled after one of the shirts the fictional Karen had made, over her head. The bottom of the shirt had been re-tailored, cut high on the hips, the front and back came to points directing the gaze directly to Karen's smooth shaved pussy in the front, and her ass in the back. On the front of the shirt, spaced carefully across the curves of her breasts were the words "Daddy's Girl". Karen looked at her reflection in the mirror, as she had many times at home while she was crafting the shirt. The gold Omega necklace hugging her throat like a collar only added to the impact of the message. As Karen reached for the doorknob, she paused. The reality of actually stepping into the other room and facing John, her 'Daddy', wearing an outfit that screamed 'fuck me, I'm yours' brought up all of Karen's worst fears and self doubts. Karen turned back to the mirror and looked at herself with that critical eye which finds and magnifies every fault, real or imagined. Karen might not have come out of the bathroom at all if she hadn't remembered something that John had said to her one night during a long phone conversation. It had been a time in her life when she had been even more 'down' on herself than usual. John had listened patiently while she had catalogued every one of her supposed physical, emotional and intellectual defects, then had responded with words she'd never forget. Learn to see yourself through the eyes of a person who loves you, he had told her that night; learn to see yourself through my eyes.

"Beautiful breasts." Karen said to her self, her voice a barely audible whisper. "I have beautiful breasts." Karen opened the door to model the shirt for her Daddy.

John had just hung up the phone when he heard the bathroom door open. He turned just as Karen walked out of the bathroom. His cock, which had begun to soften a bit from the excitement of the elevator ride, re-hardened as he watched Karen, dressed only in the 'Daddy's Girl' T-shirt walk across the room towards him. She paused a few feet in front of him, her eyes looking at the floor, appearing to be a little girl unsure if she was going to be praised, or punished for what she had done.

"Come here, Little One." John said. Karen almost ran the last few steps, flying into his arms. John hugged her tightly, then kissed her forehead.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, still holding her tight.

"That's the first time you've called me 'Little One' since I arrived," Karen explained wiping away a tear, "you just made me so happy. I was afraid you didn't like me, in person, enough to use that name." Crying because she's happy, John thought, there are some things about women that men are just not meant to understand. John kissed his Little One very thoroughly.

"I noticed," John said, several minutes later, after breaking off the kiss, "that you brought 'bud' with you like I requested." Karen blushed at the mention of her favorite masturbation tool, the one that her Daddy had commanded that she bring with her. "I've wanted to watch you," John continued, as he walked her toward the bed, "ever since you first told me how much you loved fucking your self with your 'bud'." Karen feeling both embarrassed and excited sat on the edge of the bed and started to pull the 'Daddy's Girl' shirt off over her head.

"No," John ordered in a gentle voice, "leave it on," John gave Karen what he hoped was a wicked grin, "for now." Karen smiled at her Daddy and lay back on the bed. John reached down to gently and firmly separate her thighs. Karen, experiencing a totally unexpected shyness hesitated momentarily. John sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Karen's inner thigh while he waited for her to begin. Karen looked into John's eyes as she slowly moved the mouth of the beer bottle up and down the folds of her pussy, picking up lubrication in preparation to inserting it. Karen had explained to John during one of their long IM chats that the Budweiser beer bottle was just the right shape for her. The neck was long enough for good penetration and it flared just right at the base of the neck to stimulate her clitoris. Despite having purchased several different vibrators, including one recommended by Dr. Ruth on television, Karen had always come back to her bud. John watched with obvious interest as the neck of the beer bottle began to slip into Karen's wet cunt. As he watched John's hand left Karen's thigh and moved up across her belly and under the T-shirt. John pinched Karen's nipple while she pushed the bottle further into herself. Still watching the neck of the bottle moving in and out of Karen's pussy, and while he continued to pinch and gently tug on her nipple with his right hand john began to unbutton his shirt with his left. His eyes never leaving his 'Little One' john took of his shirt, then his trousers. Moving towards the head of the bed John placed his hand on the side of Karen's head and, with just a hint of pressure, indicated he wanted her to move closer.

Karen rotated her body, moving the top half towards the edge of the bed, then took her Daddy's cock into her warm mouth. John leaned forward and, resting his hands on each side of Karen's body, continued to watch her fucking herself with the bottle while he pushed is cock deeper into her mouth. Karen's hips were moving to meet the bottle's in and out movement and John could see her pussy's rhythmic clamping and unclamping on the bottle. He could feel the deep moans vibrating against his cock as he fucked into her mouth matching the pace of the bottle in her cunt.

Karen had always loved sucking on cocks. If she had been able to have orgasms just from having a cock in her mouth she would probably still be a virgin as far as her pussy was concerned. Karen had come to San Francisco already in love with this man, and she had fallen in love with his cock as soon as her lips had touched it in the limo. To have his cock moving in and out of her mouth, back and forth over her tongue, her lips dragging up and down its shaft intensified her orgasm and left her almost out of her mind with joy.

John loved licking pussy as much as Karen loved sucking cock. He has often told Karen that he wished he had a mouth right above his dick so he could fuck and eat at the same time. As her orgasm neared its peak, John took the bottle away from Karen, she felt like screaming in frustration until she felt his mouth and tongue working on her pussy lips and especially on her large clitoris. Sucking her clitoris between his lips, John flicked his tongue back and forth over it, relentlessly driving her over the peak. As the orgasm rushed through her body Karen felt John's cock begin to twitch in her mouth. Reaching over her head Karen grasped John's butt with both hands and held him deep in her mouth until his cock had stopped jerking, only releasing him when she was sure every last drop of his cum had been left on her tongue.

John climbed over Karen to lie on the bed next to her, with their mouths still close to each other's genitals. They both continued to explore each other's bodies with their hands and gentle kisses until they were interrupted by a loud nock on the door and a muffled 'Room Service'.

"Go in the bathroom." John instructed Karen then hurried her with a playful swat on her backside. John quickly pulled on his trousers then answered the door.

"Set it up on the table by the window." He instructed then, when the waiter was done, he signed for the food and, after moving the 'Do Not Disturb' sign to the outside knob closed the door and double locked it.

"Dinners ready," John yelled in the direction of the bathroom, "if you're not out here in thirty seconds I'll throw it to the hogs." John met Karen just outside the bathroom door and pulled the 'Daddy's Girl' T-shirt off over her head.

"Now," he announced, "you're properly dressed for dinner." John offered Karen his arm. Naked except for her new gold Omega necklace Karen allowed John to escort her across the room. Since it was dark outside, and the lights were on in the room, Karen was able to trick herself into thinking that the window was a mirror, and not think about the thirty-floor drop to the hard pavement just inches and a thin pane of glass away from her. Being so high above the street it never occurred to her that anyone could be watching her. John removed the covers from the plates and they began to eat.

"One popular pastime in San Francisco," John said as they both took their first bites of food, "as in most big cities, is spying on neighbors with binoculars and telescopes." Karen froze in mid chew, and looked at the window beside her. Past the reflection of her naked body Karen could make out the lights of the city.

"It's not the lights you have to worry about." John said as he took another bite. "It's the dark windows that harbor the voyeurs." Karen finished chewing and swallowing her first bite. Resisting the urge to cover her body, Karen carefully cut and ate another piece of her stake.

"How many men," John asked with a sly smile, "do you think have found you setting naked at this window, so prominently displayed to the city?" John could see the shiver run down Karen's spine.

"Be truthful," John continued taking another bite of his stake, "does it turn you on thinking about all those men stroking their hard cocks while they watch you through their binoculars?" Karen took a moment to think about the question before she answered. Was the heat in her belly just what was left over from the sex they'd had just a few minutes ago? Karen imagined men, hundreds of them, watching her eating her dinner naked, while they stroked themselves and felt a surge of excitement.

"Yes." She answered. John got up from the table and moved a floor lamp over so it would highlight Karen, then turned off the rest of the room lights.

"Proper lighting is a must," he said as he sat back down and continued eating. The reduced lighting made it easier for Karen to see the city outside the room, and harder for her to pretend that she wasn't seated just inches away from a thirty story drop. The warmth in Karen's belly, and the wetness between her legs continued to grow during dinner. No matter where the conversation went, thoughts of men becoming excited and jerking off as they looked at her naked body while she remained safely anonymous stayed in her mind.

"Stay where you are." John instructed her after their food was gone, and time had been spent enjoying the after dinner conversation. He pulled the table and the other chair to the far side of the room leaving her naked in a pool of light in front of the window. Still wearing his trousers John returned to Karen. "Stand up." He ordered, then pulled the chair away when she obeyed his command. Standing behind her John turned Karen to face the window, then took her wrists and lifted her hands over her head and rested her palms on the cold glass. Karen's body trembled in fear and excitement. John slowly slid his hands down her arms, across her armpits, down her sides, around to her belly then down to her exposed crotch.

"Spread your legs." John whispered in Karen's ear as he explored her body. Her palms still resting on the glass over her head, Karen carefully picked up one foot and moved it a few inches away from the other. Karen gasped as John gently pulled her cunt open and pushed a finger inside. "A little more." He said, patting the inside of her thigh with his other hand. Karen, trying not to put her weight on the glass, spread her legs a bit more. Holding her firmly with one hand on her crotch, forcing her to arch her back, John pushed Karen's face and breasts against the window. Her nipples hardened further when they contacted the cold glass. Karen heard the zipper of John's trousers being undone, then heard the contents of his pockets hit the carpeted floor as his trousers slid down his legs. John moved forward and Karen felt his hard cock pushing between her legs. Using his hand from the front, John guided his cock into Karen's wet pussy. Once planted deep inside her, John wrapped his left arm around her middle to help support her and began to move the thumb of his left hand in circles around Karen's clitoris.

Karen desperately wanted to fuck her self back onto John's cock, but she was terrified of putting too much weight on the glass. Instead she gently rocked her hips barely moving her cunt on John's hard dick. John continued to stand behind Karen teasing small movements from her with his thumb on her clitoris until they both exploded in mutual orgasmic pleasure. As soon as their orgasms subsided John reached over and turned off the light then pulled Karen away from the glass and into his arms. Karen clung to John as he walked her back over to the bed.

"I think," Karen said as they laid together, arm in arm, naked on the bed in the dark room looking at the lights of San Francisco, "that our worst fear has come true."

"Yes," John agreed pulling her even closer to his body, "now it begins for real."

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