A Wanton Woman

by Thomas Henry

  I went back into the bedroom and tried not to disturb Karen as I slipped into bed with her. But she sensed that I was there and muttered something unintelligible. She rolled into my arms, slid her knee between my thighs, and snuggled her face against my chest.

  And that was all I needed. Despite everything that had happened that night, I was at peace. At the end of the night, I had my Karen in my arms, and that was all that mattered. I drifted off to sleep with a profound feeling of contentment.

  * * * *

  I was out in the kitchen, trying not to make much noise as I brewed a cup of coffee and scrambled some eggs. Karen was still out, and I thought it best that I let her sleep as long as possible.

  I imagined that Ted was worried sick. I had gotten a certain perverse pleasure out of torturing him with the Facetime calls, but it had been many hours since Karen’s phone had died, and now I was starting to feel guilty about letting him fret over what might have happened to her.

  I considered calling and telling him that she was safe with me, but I really didn’t want him to know I had any involvement with what she had done after she left him at Sally’s club, and I didn’t want to try to explain how it was that I had “found” her.

  I plugged Karen’s dead phone into my charger and waited for it to boot up. Now Karen had 23 voicemails, all from Ted. Again, I resisted the temptation to listen to them. Instead, I keyed in a text message. Spent night with friend. Home later today. I sent the message to Ted’s number and turned off the phone.

  So far, so good. But now I needed to think of a way to get Karen home without implicating myself. I could send her in a taxi, of course, but I decided that would be a last resort. Bill was a theoretical possibility, but that wouldn’t make sense to Ted because Bill hadn’t been at Sally’s club last night, and Ted didn’t know that Karen had any involvement with Bill beyond what had happened at my party. Besides, Bill probably was still tied up with Mai, anyway.

  Then it struck me. Max. She would be the perfect solution, assuming she’d be willing…and assuming that Crystal wasn’t still at her house with Amy. I had Max’s number in my phone’s recent-calls memory, so I decided to give her a call.

  She knew it was me. Caller ID, I suppose. “Hey Honey! I didn’t expect to hear from you this soon! How our girl doing?”

  I explained the situation. Max seemed genuinely eager to help. She said that Crystal had taken a rain-check on going home with Amy last night, so she wasn’t a problem. I could bring Karen to Max’s house, and then she would drive Karen home. She said that she was planning to be home all day, so I could bring Karen by any time.

  I finished my coffee and eggs. With my hunger sated and my guilt assuaged, I decided to catch a little more sleep.

  Karen was curled up on her side, snoring softly. I eased back into bed and gently spooned her. She made a little “Mmm” sound and pushed her butt against my groin. A moment later, she was snoring again. I closed my eyes and drifted away.

  When my cell phone jolted me back into consciousness, my first impulse was to ignore it. But what if it was Ted? Or Mai wondering why I wasn’t at home? Karen started to stir. I picked up the phone and checked the caller ID. It was Sally. Maybe Ted had called her looking for Karen. I decided I had better answer.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi Lover-Boy…it’s Sally.”

  “Yeah…hi…”

  “I…uh…wanted to get in touch with Karen, but…you know… I didn’t know how things turned out last night, so I wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea to call her at home. So I thought I’d call you first and see if you knew what happened with her and Ted when she got home.”

  “Well…actually, she hasn’t gone home yet. She’s here with me.”

  “Oh, you naughty boy! Does Ted know?”

  “No. And please don’t tell him about last night…you know…that she was at your house or that I was there.”

  “No, no! Of course not! I won’t tell him anything. I’m nothing if not discreet.”

  “Thanks. I’m gonna let her rest here for a while and then see that she gets home.”

  “How’s she feeling?”

  I ran my hand down Karen’s naked side and kissed her neck. She turned her head and kissed the air with her eyes still closed.

  “She feels great to me.”

  Sally chuckled. “I’ll bet. Okay if I talk to her for a minute?”

  “Sure.” I put the phone in Karen’s hand. “It’s Sally.”

  With her eyes still closed, she raised her eyebrows and put the phone to her ear. “Hello? Oh, hi! Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Yeah, little bit.” Karen chuckled. “Yep, you got that right. Oh? Okay…”

  Karen listened silently for a couple of minutes. I got the impression that Sally was explaining something to her. Finally, Karen said, “Oh…I don’t know…I mean… Well, okay…I guess so. Yeah, talk to you soon. Bye.”

  Karen opened her eyes and touched the screen to end the call. She closed her eyes again. I wondered if she was going to tell me what Sally had had to say. She lay very still and said nothing. Just when I thought she had gone back to sleep, she rolled over and snuggled up to me and pressed her face against my chest. She took a breath and cleared her throat.

  “She…um… She wanted to know if she could give my number to…what’s-his-name? Body? You know…that huge guy.”

  “Really? What for?” My stomach jumped into my throat. I couldn’t imagine why Sally would think Karen would want Body to have her number. I wondered if Sally was planning to sell it to him.

  “Well… She said he wanted to…um…see me again.”

  Gut-wrenching images of last night flashed through my mind. I didn’t want Karen to go anywhere near Body again.

  “And she invited me to go to lunch sometime. Said she had a couple of things she wanted to chat about.”

  “I see.” I felt short of breath. “So how did you leave it with her?”

  Karen gave me a peck on my chest. “I…um…told her I’d have lunch with her sometime.”

  “What about giving your number to Body?”

  “Oh. I didn’t really answer her about that. She said to give it some thought, and I could let her know later.”

  I was stunned. “You’re not really considering seeing him again, are you?’

  Karen shrugged. She rolled away from me and put my phone on the nightstand. Then she rolled back into my arms. Her kiss was deep and loving. She broke it off and rubbed her cheek against mine. Her voice was husky when she whispered, “That was quite an experience, being taken like that. So forceful. So rough. So…primitive. I guess…well, sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked, you know?”

  “Really? Like that? Does that mean I’ve been leaving you wanting? Do you wish I would ravish you like that?”

  “Oh, no!” Karen kissed my cheek. “That’s not you.” She kissed me again. “That’s not us.”

  “What about all those other guys? Did you enjoy them, too?”

  Karen was silent for quite a while. I began to wonder if she had fallen asleep. Then she slipped her thigh between mine and nestled it against my balls. She pressed her cheek against my chest and hugged me. Her voice was barely a whisper. “The gangbang?”

  “Uh-huh.” The word made my stomach flip-flop.

  “Well…I never expected that, you know. When I left Sally’s club with that handsome bull…what’s his name?”

  “PD.”

  “Petey?”

  “No, P as in Paul, D as in David.”

  “PD? Really? Know what that stands for?”

  “Uh-huh. Panty Dropper.”

  Karen snickered. “Yeah, I can see that. Anyway, when I left the club with him, I thought it would be just the two of us…and hopefully you watching. I had no idea all those other guys would be there.”

  She was silent for a minute. Then she continued in a whisper.

  “I’m not sure why I let them gangbang me. I guess I was a little drunk…but I really think it was that drug he gave me. It made
me feel so…I don’t know…friendly? Loving? Wanting to be touched? I mean, it’s not that I haven’t had fantasies about being gangbanged. What woman hasn’t? But they were just fantasies, you know? I never thought I’d do it in reality. But last night, it just felt so…I don’t know how to explain.”

  “I’m pretty sure PD was planning the gangbang all along,” I said. “That’s why he gave you the drug. He didn’t need it to seduce you himself, but he wanted to get you high to make you receptive to all the others.”

  “Yeah, you could be right.”

  “Why did you let him drug you? Did you even know what it was?”

  “No idea. Do you know?”

  “I’m pretty sure it was MDMA. The kids call it Molly.”

  “Oh, yeah…I’ve heard of that.”

  “So if you didn’t know what it was, why did you let him give it to you?”

  “I don’t know. When I saw you there with that gorgeous black woman, something just snapped. First Ted with Crystal. Then you with Max. It was too much. So I just did what PD wanted me to do. He said I’d like it, so I took the drug.”

  “You were jealous of me with Max?”

  “Yeah…”

  “But she’s a lesbian!”

  “Yeah, I know that…now…”

  “She was far more interested in you than me.”

  “Yeah, I know that…now…”

  “So you’re saying you just took the drug out of spite?”

  “I don’t know. I suppose. And I guess I figured I’d be ok because you were there.”

  “And you really enjoyed it? I mean, you enjoyed getting high and being fucked and fucked and fucked by all those men?”

  Karen paused and took a deep breath. “Can I be honest with you?”

  My gut clenched. I kissed her forehead. “You know you can. It’s like you’ve said before, you’re always safe with me.”

  Karen nodded. “Well, as you know, for many years…until I met you…I was a one-man woman, and I thought that was how it was supposed to be. But the truth is…now that I’ve had some…experience… Well…I’ve discovered that I really get off on fucking new men. I mean, PD was fantastic. And each of the other guys was something different, too, you know?

  “And I felt so…desirable…powerful…like I was a goddess. They all had to have me. They were standing around naked, stroking their hard cocks, impatient for their turn. It’s like I made them lose all control. They were slaves to their wild, animalistic urge to breed with me. It’s like they were a tribe of cave men, trying to impregnate me in some kind of primitive fertility ritual. I really got off on that.”

  “You get off on having men try to impregnate you?”

  “Well, not for real, of course. But yeah…the way they drive their cocks deep into me…the way it feels when they lose control and pump their hot sperm into me… It satisfies a primal urge, you know? There’s just nothing else like it.”

  I had no cogent response to that. We were silent for a few minutes.

  “Um…I have a question,” Karen said. “What was that word Body kept calling me? I can’t remember it right now.”

  “Paumuku?”

  “Yeah, that’s it. Paumuku. Is that Hawaiian? What’s it mean?”

  “Ah…no, I think it’s Samoan.”

  “Know what it means?”

  “Whore…slut…something like that.”

  “I am not a whore!” She paused for a moment and then snickered. “But I guess I really am a slut.” She kissed my chest. “But I’m your slut.”

  She grasped my swollen cock. “You know what the definition of a ‘slut’ is? It’s a woman with the morals of a man!” She chuckled as she stroked me and clutched my balls. “And don’t try to tell me you don’t enjoy watching your slut getting fucked! In fact, you’re all excited right now just thinking about me with those men…aren’t you?”

  There was no denying it. She had the throbbing proof in her hand. But she had no way of feeling the turmoil in my heart.

  “And…you’ve been aching to make love to me ever since you watched me with them, haven’t you?”

  She gently kissed my lips and squeezed my balls. Then she lifted her leg over mine and eased herself up on top of me. She moved her hips around until the tip of my cock touched her folds. I was surprised at how creamy she was. She rubbed her clit against my head for a few seconds and then very slowly impaled herself on me.

  Halfway down my shaft, she paused and grunted. “Oh… Sore…”

  I put my hands on her waist as if to stop her. “We don’t have to do this, Sweetheart.”

  Karen relaxed and eased herself the rest of the way down until she settled against my balls. She pressed those fabulous tits against my chest and kissed my ear. She whispered, “Oh, yes we do. I’ve been aching for you, too.”

  THE END

  I hope you enjoyed reading this sixth book in the Temporarily Mine Series. If so, please consider leaving a review on Amazon. Thoughtful reviews are extremely helpful for me and for my readers.

  Karen and many of the others will return in a new Temporarily Mine book very soon. Check out my website for updates. Scroll to the bottom of the last page below for links to my website and to my Amazon author page.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  In an indirect way, I’m here as a writer of erotica because I’m a fan of the late Robert B. Parker. In particular, I admire his character development and dialog skills. As part of my effort to learn the craft of writing, I decided to read the many novels in his Spenser series, in chronological sequence, so that I could study how his skills evolved over the years.

  I was searching Amazon.com for one of his novels, Now and Then, when I discovered John Locke’s similarly titled novel Now & Then. I thus was introduced to the zany world of Donovan Creed, and I came to learn of Mr. Locke’s impressive self-published e-book success. Shortly thereafter, I happened to read a magazine article about the self-published e-book success of Amanda Hocking. These two authors opened my eyes to the potential of self-publishing for the Kindle.

  A bit later, I was perusing the Kindle bestseller list, following the rankings Mr. Locke’s books, when I stumbled on Selena Kitt’s Babysitting the Baumgartners, which became my introduction to the world of e-book erotica. And then, of course, I found E L James and her Fifty Shades of Grey, which took BSDM mainstream, much as Deep Throat took porn movies mainstream back in the early ‘70s.

  About a decade ago, I wrote several stories based on some of my own erotic exploits. I wrote them more for the writing practice and concomitant stimulation than with the intention of publishing them. But after discovering the world of e-book erotica, I decided to dust them off and offer them for others to experience. Once I got started updating the few stories I had written years ago, I began adding to the collection.

  Some of my stories are purely imaginary, and some were inspired by real-life experiences. I’ll leave it to the reader to try to discern which are which. As the saying goes, however, truth can be stranger than fiction. Where the stories were inspired by real experiences, I have changed names, places, and other details sufficiently to protect the privacy of others involved.

  I moved to Hawaii as an adolescent and have lived here ever since. And that is why, even though location often isn’t particularly important for my stories, most of them take place here.

  For more of my stories, visit my website at http://www.thomashenryauthor.com or my author’s page on Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/author/thomashenry.

  If you would like to contact me directly, please email me at thomas@thomashenryauthor.com. I’d love to hear from you.

 

 

 
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