Knotted Pleasure

by Powerone

  "Then you just have to find the right person that would be willing to pay what you need for the privilege of taking your virginity." She saw Kiley take a big drink of wine, her tongue licking her lips as if they were parched.

  "I don't know anyone that would pay $250,000 to go to bed with me. I haven't even found anyone to do it for free. Who has that kind of money?"

  "That may seem like a lot of money to you, Kiley, but to my husband and I, why we spend that much money in a week. We enjoy all the things that our money can bring to our happiness and are not afraid of taking what we desire. I have friends that are in the same position as we are." She waited a moment until the words settled in.

  "I told you that my job in life is to make my husband happy. I will do anything for him. Money is no object."

  Kiley finished up the glass of wine and poured another. What is Cynthia saying? "I'm confused. And a bit tipsy from the wine."

  "Why don't we get out of here and go somewhere we can talk more privately. I have a room upstairs. Do you mind?"

  "No, let's go." Kiley had to hold on to her chair as she got up. She grabbed her jacket, but she didn't put it on. The waiter suddenly 10

  appeared out of nowhere, Cynthia signing the check without anything more than a casual glance at it.

  They took the elevator up to the penthouse, the door opening to a hallway, but with only one door. Cynthia used her electronic key and it opened instantly. Kiley had never seen a hotel room like this; it was bigger than her parent's house and was furnished eloquently.

  Cynthia took her chance, grabbing Kiley gently and pushing her against the wall. "Put your hands on the wall. High up," she ordered her. She waited to see what Kiley would do.

  Kiley's back was to Cynthia, feeling her hands pushing her against the wall. She was confused, but she remembered Dr. Rosenthal's warning. She was afraid, but she also felt a strange excitement, something she'd never felt before. Her hands slowly climbed up the wall until they were out in front of her face. She could feel Cynthia behind her, but Kiley didn't move or turn around. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, a drop of sweat on her forehead, her lips parched. Then she felt the hands slide to her waist, chills and goose bumps racing through her body. A woman was touching her like a man would do. They slid up higher, Kiley knowing where they were going, but she made no move to stop them, her hands pinned to the wall as if they were bound there.

  Cynthia moved closer to Kiley until she pushed into her ass. Her pert little ass pushed out as though expecting it, not trying to move away as they touched. Cynthia's hands found Kiley's breasts, cupping them gently from beneath, pushing them up. "You're being a good girl, Kiley. Do you like doing what others tell you to do?"

  "I don't know… you confuse me, scare me, excite me." Her body was trembling, the questing fingers massaging her breasts, Kiley feeling the way her nipples sprang to life feeling like they would burst if they got any harder or bigger. Is this what it would feel like if a man did this to me?

  Cynthia's hands engulfed Kiley's breasts, feeling the hard nipples beneath her palms. She massaged them, feeling Kiley push her ass back into her. Cynthia found the two hard nipples and pinched them until she got a response from Kiley.

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  "OOOHH, too harddddd…" Kiley arched her back and pushed her breasts into the hands even as her nipples ached from the sharp bite of the pinching fingers.

  Cynthia gave them one savage twist before she released them, turning Kiley around to face her. She looked down, twin nipples so obvious as they pushed out the silk blouse. She might cry out in pain, but her nipples were begging for the harsh treatment.

  Kiley was facing her, afraid that she would kiss her, or maybe hoping that she would. She'd never felt her breasts and nipples feel so sensitive, a combination of pain and pleasure racing through them. It was as though she didn't care which it was, pain or pleasure, only wanting the touch of hands on her. Kiley couldn't believe that she'd submissively stood against the wall as Cynthia felt her breasts, but Cynthia was right. Kiley liked being forced to submit, even if it was by a woman.

  "Sit down, and I'll fix us a glass of wine. You look like you can use it, Kiley." She walked away, sure that Kiley was disappointed that things didn't go further. When she came back, Kiley was sitting on the couch, but her face was flushed and her nipples were still hard.

  Her short skirt rode high on her legs, but she made no attempt to pull it down. Her blouse was wrinkled where Cynthia's hands had their way with her breasts. Kiley took the glass of wine in her trembling hands.

  "I'm confused," the only thing Kiley could say, taking a sip of wine until her lips were no longer parched and she could talk.

  "That's understandable, but what are you confused about?"

  "What just happened? And why did it stop, did I do something wrong?" Kiley felt guilty.

  "You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right."

  "Why did you stop?" Kiley wanted more of this demanding woman, though she couldn't understand why. It wasn't that she was drawn to a woman as a lover; the thought had never crossed her mind until now. She was drawn to something else, something that she had a hard time putting her finger on. The surrender to someone was powerful and demanding. It was the ultimate submission, doing 12

  whatever was demanded of her, no matter what. Could I have made love to her if she demanded me to perform? What would it be like?

  "I told you that I would do anything for my husband's happiness."

  "Yes, but I am not sure that he would be happy for you to make love to me, unless of course he wants to watch." She shouldn't have said that, it sounded so depraved. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean that. I don't even know your husband."

  "My husband's birthday is in two weeks. Each year, it gets increasingly difficult to find a gift that will surprise a man that has everything he wants. My only hope is that I find something that he doesn't know he wants and fulfill that desire."

  "What has that got to do with me?" Kiley didn't understand, growing more confused and frustrated.

  "You told me about your financial problems. I think I have the ultimate solution, but I don't want you to take offense at it. I think of things very logically. My main purpose is not to fix your financial problem but to satisfy my husband husband's unknown and unfilled desire. Would you like to hear the proposal?"

  She had to know, the suspense was killing her. She didn't know how she could be offended, after all, she Cynthia had just felt her up and that didn't offend Kiley. "I like logical thinking also. I know my financial problems are insurmountable, but I am willing to consider any logical and rational solution."

  "You are a very beautiful, intelligent young girl. You have one thing that most girls your age do not possess – a lack of sexual experience and your virginity. I propose that I give you to my husband for his birthday to do as he pleases. For your sacrifices, I will pay you the sum of $250,000.00." Cynthia saw the way her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. It was pure shock, her lips trembling as she tried to speak. She waited patiently for Kiley's response, not wanting to push it.

  "I don't, I'm not sure…" her voice stammered unable to form a whole sentence. It was then that her lawyer skills kicked in. Analyze the situation, select the possible outcomes and then pick the best alternative. It was made more difficult, because it contained a moral 13

  issue.

  "Take your time; there is no hurry for an answer or a response."

  Cynthia could see Kiley's mind begin to work. That is how she'd gotten so far at such a young age. Kiley could out think most people.

  "The $250,000.00 is tax free?" There were always the tax implications to take care of first.

  "Yes, I have some great accountants that will assure me that it would be, though the details of the transaction would not be disclosed.

  I am sure they could come up with some way that it would be a grant or scholarship." So, she was running down the list of problem areas first. Cynthia waited for the more succulent de
tails of the actual acts.

  Is she considering me to become her husband's mistress? "This is a one-time deal? I perform once and the deal is complete and the money is paid?"

  "If you are thinking that this would require many times submitting to my husband, that is not what I am proposing. I love my husband very much and I have no intention of sharing him permanently or even for an extended time with someone else. No offense, Kiley, but I am much better in bed than you will ever be. The fantasy you will be fulfilling is that my husband having the privilege of taking your virginity."

  "Then he will make love to me once and that is it?"

  "You're a little naïve, Kiley. Yes, you are a virgin, but you are not worth that much. You will submit to him for twenty-four hours.

  During that time, he will do whatever he wants to you. If you balk at any act, the deal is off and no money will be paid for partial success.

  It will be all or nothing."

  What could he do to me in twenty-four hours? A lot. Many things that Kiley couldn't even fathom. She would be doing this with an older man, twice her age, a stranger that knew she couldn't deny him anything, no matter how degrading or perverted. "Twelve hours."

  Cynthia smiled. They were negotiating now. "I presume that you are a virgin everywhere?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?"

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  "No," she answered, the act now added to her list that she would have to perform. She knew she would probably have to swallow his cum, not sure if she could do it, but she would have to.

  "Have you ever taken a man anally?" Her husband loved to take Cynthia in her ass, sure that Kiley would be forced to avail herself of the act of sodomy.

  "NO!" She protested loudly. She never even considered sodomy, usually left to gay men, not consenting couples . Why would a man want to put his cock in such a place when there was a perfectly good pussy that would satisfy his lust?

  Cynthia didn't say anything, Kiley getting to know what was expected of her.

  She began to fathom what would be required of her. She would be stripped naked in front of a complete stranger, an older man. He would fuck her, taking her virginity, filling her with his cum. He could make her suck his cock back to hardness, or even worse, make her suck him until he came in her mouth and force her to swallow it.

  Then there was the matter of her being spread face down on a bed, Cynthia's husband on Kiley's back, his cock pushing into her reluctant anus until he breached her in the unspeakable act of sodomy. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to have a big cock shoved up such a tiny hole. Then it dawned on her, what if he did have a big cock, a huge cock that would tear her up. Maybe that was why Cynthia wanted someone else to fuck him. She would have to take that into account. It would be twelve hours of non-stop fucking and sucking until Kiley's body was covered in his sperm. She would be forced into the most degrading and perverted acts with a strange man. The last thing was what made it exciting and arousing . I would be forced to perform these acts. My only choice would be to take the money, after that, I would lose all choice, my body his for the taking.

  A powerful man would demand his sexual satisfaction using my body.

  His cock would enter me in every virgin hole I had, repeatedly if he desired.

  It was as though a big burden was pulled from her shoulders. She would have no student debt, maybe even a little money left over. If 15

  she could only survive twelve hours and the thought of what she had done. It was as though her decision was already made, her body relaxing, her mind content. "Deal!"

  Cynthia smiled at her success. This would be one birthday present her husband would remember for a long time. She didn't know what she would do next year to top it, but for now, she was content with her surprise. "Very good, Kiley. A wise decision, now for the details.

  His birthday is in two weeks, so I thought the Saturday after next from noon until midnight. We have some legal, ethical and moral issues to make sure we are cover. Since this type of arrangement is illegal in the United States and would prove to be an embarrassing situation to my husband if it were to become public, we will complete the agreement outside the United States. We have a large home on one of the islands off the coast of Columbia called the Southern Mauristemo Islands. It is part of Columbia, but it lacks many people and has been neglected by the government. My husband has interests in Columbia, so he has considerable influence with the government officials. This type of arrangement is not against the law in Columbia.

  Kiley was glad she had a passport from her one semester abroad, so that would take care of travelling. She never thought of going someplace else, but then again, she really didn't have many preconceived notions regarding this. This was new territory. "Is it safe?" She was astute enough to ask that.

  "Columbia is known for its drug trade and drug wars, but the islands have mostly been spared. We usually keep a group of guards at the house, but in order to maintain discretion, we will not have the house staff working that weekend. In fact, you will fly down there with me, no one else. My husband will be in Bahrain. Should something bad come of this, he will have at least ten people that will testify he never left Bahrain the whole weekend, including the Oil Minister. My husband will join us, though I will stay out of the way.

  It will be you and him only. I don't want him to be persuaded from indulging with you his strangest fantasies." She used the word strangest, not perverted, not wanting to scare Kiley. She didn't know what he would do to her, but she was sure that many acts would be 16

  perverted and Kiley performing them would be degrade Kiley. It would be too late for her to change her mind, for he would take her virginity first. If she refused any of the more lewd acts, she would lose everything, her virginity gone for nothing.

  It sounded like an exotic place, and the less people to see or hear her was better. Cynthia and her husband wouldn't take any dangerous chances, so Kiley felt comfortable. "Okay, when would we leave?"

  "We have a private jet. We can leave Friday about five o'clock; your classes are over by then. We will take our private helicopter from the airport out to the house so it should be there late Friday night. As I said, the exchange will take place beginning at noon. I will get you the clothes you will wear for him. Only the ones I give you, nothing else."

  It sounded so easy and final. It would only be twelve hours and then she would be free of her financial problems. What could be easier? "I will be ready. What about the money?"

  "I will make the transfer to a bank account that I will set up in your name at midnight. You can watch it happen and confirm that the money is safely in your account and can transfer it anywhere you would like, but only if you complete your end of the bargain. That means anything for twelve hours. There will be no negotiations, it is all or nothing." Cynthia wanted to make it perfectly clear. After all, a virgin had no idea of what an experienced man might desire from a young girl.

  "I trust your honesty and sincerity in this agreement. I will fulfill my end as I trust you will. Do we have anything else to discuss regarding this?"

  "No, I think we have completed the negotiations and have a deal, though it will not require signing."

  "Good, I would love another glass of wine or two. Maybe you could show me how to obey a little more before we leave today. I do want to please your husband." The words spilled out of her mouth without a thought. Was it the erotic thoughts that were racing through my brain and my body, making me wet that did it? Or did I just want to feel her hands taking advantage of my virgin body?

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  Kiley got her wish after two glasses of wine. She kneeled on the floor in front of the couch and Cynthia.

  "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, no matter what I do." Her voice was firm and demanding, Kiley's hands instantly behind her back, crossing her wrists as though they were bound. She also arched her back and thrust out her breasts for Cynthia.

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es, Cynthia's hands and fingers caressed, clenched, pinched and twisted Kiley's breasts, all the while, Kiley kneeled submissively, her pussy drenched, her breasts aching, her nipples crying out as they suffered the painful pinching that aroused her body in unknown ways. She moaned, groaned and cried out in pain, but she always pushed her breasts back into the powerful hands that treated them so cruelly. Kiley was lucky that Cynthia volunteered to give her a ride back to the campus, Kiley unsure that she could survive a long MTA ride without cumming. She said goodbye to Cynthia as though they merely had a nice lunch, not consummating Kiley's sexual surrender to her husband for money. She masturbated for four hours that day, cumming five times, her arousal refused to be extinguished so easily; her head filled with images of exotic and lewd acts of depravity with a strange, older man. Kiley couldn't get the image of a big, hard cock and what it would do to her out of her mind.

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  Chapter 2

  Happy Birthday Surprise To say that she was nervous was an understatement. She was terrified as the day drew near. Kiley could barely concentrate on her classes on Friday. Her bags were already packed; all was required of her to take the limousine to the airport and meet Cynthia at the private plane terminal, and they would be off to Columbia.

  Cynthia had called yesterday, making small talk, but it was more to make sure that Kiley had not changed her mind than anything else.

  Kiley hadn't, even though her fantasies while masturbating had become more lewd and perverted since two weeks ago. Each fantasy made her climax more overpowering than the last, as though the more perverted or degrading the act, the more explosive the orgasm. Kiley surmised that it was only the fantasy that was doing this. She had read that many girls fantasized about being raped by a stranger but none really expected it to happen. It was the thought of the unknown that made it so exciting. The unknown was what drove Kiley to get into the limousine.