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The next morning Karen wakes up frustrated and unsatisfied. Eight hours of tossing and turning and two failed attempts at masturbating herself to orgasm has left her in a bad mood. Despite the fact that she had spent the rest of the previous day convincing herself that she hated William and everything he had done, a small part of her mind was anxiously counting the seconds until she could come home alone, pull her trusty (if dusty) vibrator out of its hiding place, and get herself off again. Problem was that the only way she had even been close to getting off was when she was thinking of William and the things he had done to her in the parking garage; her sore anus and the faint bruises on the inside of her thighs from where she had been forced to straddle the car are distinct reminders of what she is desperate to convince herself she had not enjoyed.
Karen showers thoroughly if gently and tries to focus on the home she's planning to show that day. As she washes her hair, however, she can only think about William's fingers in her hair, holding her face still for the urgent thrusts of his cock down her throat. When she bends over to shave her legs she can't help but feel the twinge in her asshole where William had relieved her of her anal virginity; and more than once her eyes drift to her puffy pink pussy lips and picture his voracious mouth on her.
Karen groans and presses her forehead against the cold tile. If her dependable vibrator hadn't worked, if the candles, mood music, and wine hadn't worked, surely nothing else would. But finally Karen gives in, strokes her cunt with a couple of wet fingers and tweaks her clit a few times. When her nipples are hard and her breath is coming faster, she pulls the showerhead down and switches the setting to pulse, aiming the spray between her legs. It feels good. In fact, it feels amazing. She leans weakly against the wall and uses her free hand to pull her labia apart, aiming the hard blast at her dripping core. Karen bites her lip as the orgasm swells, drills the water at her clit and whimpers as it throbs mercilessly.
Come on, she thinks frantically. Just... cum. She goes to her old standby of mental images: a handsome man on the beach, maybe a masked intruder fantasy, but always comes back to William, feeling the cold concrete under her knees as she kneels before him and feels his long cock plunder her throat. Her belly clenches and she fast forwards to bending over the car for him, his callused fingers prying her ass cheeks apart, the fat head of his cock splitting her open.
Karen utters a small cry as the orgasm hovers on the brink, holds the showerhead almost right against her swollen pink flesh, plucks her clit from its hood and rubs frantically, but she can't quite seem to go over the edge. "Please," she whispers, pushing two fingers inside her sopping pussy. "God, please." But it's not happening. She feels the cold tile against her back and the water running cold, she thinks about the time and how she has a house to show and how she's going to be late if she has to meet William...
Eventually Karen gives up and turns off the water, climbing out of the shower even more frustrated and angry than before. This is his fault, she tells herself. He's probably at home jacking off to the very videotapes he's using to blackmail her, and she's stuck in this purgatory between wanting to get off and not wanting to be aroused at all. Well fuck him. She's not going to play his game. Karen Roberts is a respectable realtor, and that's the only role she's going to play today.
When Karen opens the door to the home she's showing an hour later, it's with no small surprise that she finds William on the other side. She was meant to have met him in the parking garage an hour ago and had opted to call his bluff and get on with her life. So much for that idea.
"Going to invite me in, Karen?" William asks with one foot already inside the door.
Karen's mouth opens and closes soundlessly, like a fish. She's got clients arriving in five minutes, there's no time for this.
"What are you doing here?" she finally utters.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," William returns, backing her into the wall and firmly closing the door.
Karen shuts her eyes and breathes in through her nose. He's wearing dark jeans and a leather jacket and smells and feels far too good for a blackmailer.
"You have to leave," she whispers. "I have people coming. I'll... I'll meet you after. Anywhere you want."
She opens her eyes and sees William's cold smile. "Right here's fine," he says, pulling an old VHS tape from his jacket. "Where's the VCR?" he asks. "Through here?"
Karen scurries after him into the family room, where, sure enough, there's a VCR. Fuck. She watches helplessly as he pops the tape in, hits power, and nineteen year-old Karen Roberts appears naked onscreen in a very compromising shower scene with another young girl and a double-ended dildo.
"Please turn that off," she pleads, fumbling for the power button, but William snares her wrist in a painfully tight grip and jerks her towards him.
"I wasn't kidding about the tapes, Karen," he says icily. "Did you think I was kidding?"
Karen forces herself to shake her head, though that, in fact, was exactly what she had been praying for.
William shoves her away and Karen stumbles into an armchair.
"Bend over," William says so casually that it takes Karen a minute to process the words.
"What?"
"I'm not going to repeat myself, Karen," he replies. "Bend over the arm of the chair, spread your legs, and lift your skirt."
"But... but there are people..." she tries.
"All the reason to move faster, wouldn't you say?"
Almost as though she's watching this through someone else's eyes, Karen slowly bends over the thick arm of the chair, shuffles her stiletto-clad feet apart a bit, and reluctantly inches up her skirt. Her asshole is still sore from yesterday; hopefully he doesn't stick his—
"Ouch!" Karen shrieks, leaping up a split second after William's heavy hand lands on her backside. "What the hell!"
"I said bend over!" William roars, shoving her back down. Then, forcing himself to retain control and to remember that he's not supposed to get his feelings hurt when the woman he's blackmailing chooses not to show up for their date, he continues in a lower voice, "And I said spread your legs." He watches as Karen's long legs part and swallows thickly before adding, "More. More. Spread them, Karen."
When Karen's feet are far enough apart that he can see her puffy labia on either side of her thong, William raises his hand again and brings it back down firmly on her right ass cheek.
Karen cries out again, but remains bent over the chair. William watches the smooth, taut flesh jiggle slightly, then brings his hand down on the opposite cheek. Karen whimpers and he can see a matching red stain bloom in her face. His cock swells almost instantly and he spanks her again, restraining himself slightly, but still feeling the sting in his palm.
For her part, Karen has never been spanked and never really wanted to be. Now that she's had the experience, she knows that she doesn't enjoy it. She's read stories where women have felt the pain turn to pleasure, but she just feels humiliated and sore. Her nails bite into the cushion as William continues to spank her, his hand blanketing her ass and the tops of her thighs, careful to stay away from her rapidly dampening pussy.
A loud knock on the front door brings them both out of their haze and William pauses in his spanking long enough to unzip his pants and pull out his throbbing erection.
