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He was certain enough that I could feel the impact of his desire clawing at my crotch. My eyes were drawn to his thighs, the muscles, and the pouch of maleness that seemed to tent his pants even more as the conversation went on. I looked up almost embarrassed to have noticed.
“And, it was just a regular sort of attraction? You didn’t psychically see me getting spanked or something like that?”
“Not really, maybe it was an intuitive guess, maybe just an accident. Does it matter?”
“No, I guess not.”
“But if getting spanked is what drew you to me, I have no problem with that. It excites me controlling women. Makes me a dangerous man, and I like that too.” There was something devious in his expression that made my body flutter even more. “I like living incorrectly—outside the bounds of politics and feminism and anything that puts people in pigeonholes. People die that way, and I’m not planning to do that. I figure if it’s in your gut you need to live it out. That’s why I do theater. It gives the human animal a way to express what’s not sanctioned. Though sometimes, as long as no one gets hurt, real life is even better.”
I was following his logic moving to my own conclusion, “That’s why murder’s good on stage, and sexual things are better in the bedroom.”
He was impressed by my understanding and so was I. I knew exactly where this was headed. The door was open and I was walking inside a dream that might look like my past, though I stayed clear of that other entrance, and stuck to the now, to KC and me. We were occupying one single space, by then, knowing our minds were fused to the same picture, eroticism leaping on ahead of us, fantasy racing towards an end.
He pushed himself from the riser, and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. Exchanging places, his ass went down on the hardwood chair, while mine went over his lap. Every nerve in me jarred loose and my skin tingled as though he were blowing his breath across the surface. KC reached for the hem of my skirt—this one was not as short as the one I’d embarrassed myself in two weeks before. It was tight, though, and took some gentle tugging for him to raise it over my hips. That didn’t faze him. Each inch raised, my body fired again as though little rockets were going off inside me. With KC’s body fused to mine, and the heat from his crotch flooding my sex, I thought I’d get off before my ass was bared. He wouldn’t need to touch me more. But he did.
Having my skirt over my thighs, I waited at the ends of anticipation. I couldn’t have been baited more by any sexual scene. When his fingers caught the edge of my panties, and he jerked the fabric down my ass, I groaned caressing my pubis against his thigh. How obscene could I get? KC didn’t care. He didn’t stop either. When I would have been just as happy to have him screw me as spank my ass, he proceeded to the main event of our staged drama. Drawing back his hand, he whacked my behind with a firmness that brought back the past, and carved out new sexual territory for me. His slaps were steady. His unrelenting toughness unmatched. The sting was focused on the center of my cheeks, and though I couldn’t see, I felt the surface turning red, and wondered if he could blister me with just his hand.
Agony mounting, I struggled; but KC’s arm around my waist kept me still enough so that he’d strike again in the same burning places—one more time, then one more time… then again, and one more time—until even he couldn’t stand another whack at my ass.
“You want more?” he asked when he stopped. His palm massaged the warmth while I writhed against him. When his fingers slipped between my slightly-parted thighs, I opened them as far as they would go with my ankles half-bound by my panties. “More, Gail?”
“Your hand, yes,” I managed to say.
He understood. Without really knowing how he maneuvered me into position, I soon found myself on my feet, my panties tossed aside, and my torso draped over the back of the chair. He was fucking me. The long stalk of an erection I’d managed to picture with some surprising accuracy was thrusting happily inside my cunt while I groaned and he responded with a throaty hum—all until his voice and body seemed to roar as he spewed thick cream into my clenched insides.
He was coming down from the wildest spasms of his climax, taking the time to reach around to my clit. He fingered the hard little bud, and when his cock finally slipped out of my hole, he fingered that, too, while his other hand slapped my ass. I orgasmed on the sensations of pain and being controlled. I orgasmed because my ass was hot and my pussy molten and grabbing for release. I have no idea how much I might have embarrassed myself with the nonsense screaming from my throat. But it didn’t bother KC, and he was the only one around to hear.
“You okay?” he finally asked.
I heard his voice. My mind had been other than this room and it took some moments to find reality again.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“My, you are pent-up, Gail. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”
“Two years since I’ve been with a man.”
He looked shocked, and shook his head. “Good gawd, you need an orgy.”
I couldn’t have agreed more, though I was embarrassed to admit my current sexual deficiency.
I give KC credit, he was as kind coming out of the scene as he was going in. “You’re awfully wet, maybe you want to clean up?” he suggested as he stroked my face with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, sure,” I said rather dreamily.
“There’s going to be people coming soon, how about you slip into my apartment?”
I nodded.
He led me to the hall behind the far black wall, and into the tiny room and his private bathroo
m. “There are clean cloths and towels in the cabinet.”
I wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or happy. I desperately wanted to know what he was feeling, but he was right, I was a mess.
By the time I put myself back together, there were two more women in the theatre, each dressed in the same deathly sort of attire that Loni had worn. KC was busy explaining something and I felt like an odd fifth wheel, the alien woman from that other planet.
I thought I should slip out, but KC intercepted me at the front door.
