Chapter 7
The rest of the week seemed to go well. My adjustment to my marketing program seemed to start bearing fruit by the end of the week. I had multiple new appointments scheduled for the following week. Some were interesting, like the appointments for Garret Kutchler, Jessica Burningham, and Emma Lindgren, who had all put Karen and Olivia down as references. Friday, about three o'clock when I was excited for Karen coming in, I also got appointments for Nikki Smith, with Max Smith listed as her referral, and there were appointments for Jamal Shepard, Mark Balson, and a Tyson Anderson made with Harold Moore listed as their reference. I was excited to see how this all went. There were three new women, and one of them was Nikki Smith, who's cousin had said she was the leader of the high school cheer squad.
The differences between the beginning of our last session and this one were subtle. I caught a glimpse of her shimmying her pleated skirt waist up to show off more of her legs as Desiree showed her in, winking at me over the tiny asian's shoulder. She had thigh-high nylons, instead of her knee-high cocks, with lace that with her skirt hiked up, I could see. Her shirt was a spaghetti strap black top, instead of her normal neck t-shirt from last week, though she covered it with a light jacket, appropriate for the weather. Her heels were three inches and the platform was missing from the front making her legs take that nice, ass-emphasizing shape.
"Hello, Mr. Clark." Karen blushed as she shook my hand and sat down, flaring her skirt back to avoid sitting on it..
Her skirt was hiked up high enough that I had a direct sight line to her panties once she was sitting. She'd worn thongs to start with, but this one was thinner and lacier than the one she had worn last week, basically being lingerie. She took off her jacket and her bra straps became visible, with enough lace visible on as her shirt drooped to reveal the top edge to reveal that her bra matched her panties.
I didn't have to wait long to see if my suggestions were still in effect, because as soon as her jacket was on the couch, she pulled up the tiny shirt and then the purpose of shimmying her skirt higher was revealed as she unzipped the side and her skirt came up and off of her, leaving her sitting on the couch, lightly blushing in lacy black lingerie.
I was already excited for this, so it didn't take much to get my dick rock solid and ready.
"As you can see, I have been working out, but I still feel like my goals need to be worked on." Karen cooed, then turned and pointed her ass at me with her legs spread. Her lingerie did very little to cover the sexy little pucker of her asshole and the folds of her pussy. "I noticed that Olivia has started using a little device that fills her here." The tiny Japanese woman moved her panties to the side and started rubbing her asshole. "She says it is good for your health, but I am nervous. I want to make sure it will fit. Do you think you could help me fit something long and hard in here?"
God DAMN! That was fucking sexy. Usually you used butt plugs to prepare your ass to get fucked, but apparently my suggestion last week had made Karen come to the reverse conclusion. Since I'd told her to desire my cock in her ass, she wanted it, and apparently wanted it bad.
"Oh, I think I can help with that." I assured her.
I didn't even hesitate, grabbing the lube and immediately dropping a dollop on her pucker. Karen squealed as my finger wormed its way into her backside, pushing the lube in. Karen's legs shook as her ass swallowed my finger, and she planted her face in the couch to try to stifle the sounds she was making, with limited success. Her ass was so fucking tight. She didn't even seem to know how to relax it.
I didn't limit myself to her proffered ass and my thumb sunk into the hot, wet depths of her pussy as I stretched her ass with a finger. I reached around and started squeezing the mound of her breast and kept increasing the depth and speed of my fingers in both of her holes. I had been waiting for this, holding a load of my cum to plaster my asian slut. It didn't take me long to decide I couldn't wait anymore.
I pulled my cock from Karen's ass, making her moan in disappointment, then after just a second of lubing my cock, it was placed on her rear entry and I started gently pushing.
Karen immediately noticed the difference in size between my finger and my throbbing, fully erect cock. "Oh shit!" She groaned, and then her sphincter couldn't hold me out anymore and my cock slipped through her pucker and into her tight bowels. I could hear her squeal as I slowly speared deeper into her tight ass, but even if the walls weren't so insulated, the couch did a decent job of keeping Karen's volume down. Finally, my balls touched her cunt as the last inch of my cock disappeared into her puckered ass.
Karen didn't try to stop me, so I pulled most of the way out before slowly plunging back in. Three pumps later, I could feel the difference as Karen began to relax and enjoy her ass getting stretched and violated. I grabbed both of her hips and started fucking her ass more and more vigorously until I was pistoning her asshole like a dehydrated man with a pump water spigot with a loose seal.
Karen couldn't keep quiet anymore and couldn't keep her face in the couch as I fucked her ass hard.
"OOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Mr. Claaaaaaaaaark!" She squealed. I could feel her body shudder and her legs gave out, pulling me down on top of her and driving me deep into her ass.
Her ass clamped down and drove me over the edge and I exploded into her guts.
Karen groaned, appreciatively as she felt my hot seed filling her rear. "Oh god..." I pulled out and looked over the trembling slut.
"Sleep, Karen, Sleep" I told her.
The girl's head dropped to the couch, limp and I could see her relax. I had mercy and wiped some of the dribbling cum from her ass.
"Karen," I began, "You will realize that you love getting fucked by me. You will offer me your phone number so I can call you up and visit you, or have you visit me, late at night to fuck you whenever I want. You will believe each time that you called me and wanted whatever we decide on."
I needed someone for late night fucks. I was nervous around Mrs. Moore until her kids were old enough, once all the girls were fucking me, I'd be safe, but until then I was hesitant to use her as freely as I wanted. Karen seemed like the ideal option.
I started questioning her about her friends, family, and coworkers, looking for people to directly encourage her to lead them to me. Her family lived far away, with both of her parents living in japan and her brother living on the far side of the country. I learned she worked as a teller at a local bank, which did mean she would never be working late and would be available almost any time I wanted a convenient pussy or asshole.
I finally learned more about her friends. She thought Olivia had found a man, because she'd stopped talking about the cute guy at her work and Karen had caught Olivia wearing a buttplug and asked, and that is what her to wanted her ass fucked so badly. Her friend Garret was the guy of the group, he chased off the assholes going after them for the wrong reasons and had his own girlfriend that seemed way too eager to please him. He was twenty-three years old and his girlfriend, Katie, was twenty-two and wanted to tie the knot and get married. He was a medical assistant and wanted to get through college and become a doctor. Jessica and Emma were the rich kids of the group. Jessica's rich parents let her be an influencer on all the social media platforms, and she had a trust fund with enough money she probably would never have to work, and as an only child, she'd get everything her parents had earned when they kicked the bucket. Emma was just rich and mooched off her parents who were only too happy to give her anything she wanted.
