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*****THE DESIRE TO KNOW*****
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*****CHAPTER 1*****
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Charles had been a good friend of Paula's ever since they had met
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in junior high school. There had been several boys picking on her and
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Charles had stepped in to help her, getting his ass kicked in the
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process. They had became friends after that and remained so ever since.
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But that seemed like it was about to change. You see, Charles' job
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has him traveling around the country on occasion. And when he does, he
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needs someone to stay at his apartment and make sure his animals get
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fed, plants watered.. etc. He usually had his little sister do this but
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on this occasion she was busy.
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He had ended up having to ask Paula, who said she would do it, as
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long as he didn't mind if she had her date for the upcoming Saturday
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come over to keep her company. He said it was alright so it was all
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set. He went on his trip satisfied that his apartment would be in good
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hands.
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It would have been, but on Saturday night after Paula's date and
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she had fucked up a storm and Paula had slipped into a blissful sleep,
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her date decided to get up and smoke a little crack. No need going into
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a long explaination of exactly what happened after that, but when Paula
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awoke the next morning, she found that her date had ransacked the
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place. Of course he was nowhere to be found.
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For the better part of that day, Paula had tried her best to return
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the apartment to it's original shape. She had been successful enough,
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except for a reading lamp that Charles kept on the desk of his study.
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That had fallen on the floor and had broken into several pieces. Paula
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figured she would have to replace it, and just put it all into a bag
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and left it there on his desk.
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Once Charles returned from his trip, Paula discovered to her dismay
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that the broken lamp was worth as much if not more than most people's
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cars. It had been in his family for several years and was irreplacable.
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Paula could only say she was sorry that it happened but that it had not
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been her fault.
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She spent the next few minutes explaining to him what had happened
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and how she had found the apartment when she awoke the next morning.
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After listening to her story, Charles had replied that she may not be
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at fault, but was reponsible for the damage all the same. Paula agreed
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with that, but said that she didn't know what she could do to make
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amends.
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She could see in his eyes something that she'd never seen before.
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It was a look that said to her that he didn't buy her story, and she
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wasn't about to get away with it. One look at him was enough to make
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her begin crying and saying over and over again how sorry she was.
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They worked it out in the following manner: Paula would pay him
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400.00 a week for one year, until he was paid a total of 20,800
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dollars. He had told her that it would not completely repay her debt,
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but would go a long way in restoring his faith in her as a friend.
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Paula truthfully told him that she could not afford to give him
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that much money every week. But Charles seemed to have a solution ready
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for that. He told her that he would pay her that much every week, to in
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effect be his maid. She would come to his house every day for a year,
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clean the house, feed the animals, make his dinner, and be available
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for whatever he might ask of her until midnight, when she would be
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allowed to return to her own home. For her services in that manner, he
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would pay her 400.00 a week, and would in turn deduct it from her
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salary until the year had elapsed.
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She covered her face with her hands and began to cry harder, not
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caring at all for his solution, but knowing she would do it all the
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same. She could not afford to pay him that much money, she only hoped
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that he would not ask anything unreasonable of her.
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Paula finally agreed to his terms, and they set about to writing a
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contract for their deal. Paula, being an attorney, knew that the
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contract was binding and if she were to break it, he would be able to
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sue her.
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Once they signed the contract, Charles asked her if she wanted to
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begin right then, or would she rather wait until the next day. Paula
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figured that there was no sense putting it off, so she told him that
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they might as well start right then.
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"Okay then, you can start by taking off all of your clothes." Charles
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told her to her great dismay.
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Knowing she was trapped, she did just that, sobbing and sniffling
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the whole time until she had shed all of her clothes and was standing
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naked, and extremely embarrassed in front of him. Paula knew that she
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would have to let him fuck her if he wanted. Under normal
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circmumstances, Paula would have liked that very much. But like this,
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the pretty attorney could feel nothing but humiliated.
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"Now" Charles said, breaking her thoughts "Each day when you come,
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the first thing you will do is take off all your clothes." Paula looked
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at him in horror when she understood what it was that he had just told
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her. All she did was nod. He told her to get her ass busy and cook his
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dinner, he was hungry.
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Things like this only happen in the lowest grade of films. They
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don't happen to real people. But Paula had let herself be trapped into
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this situation and legally, she knew that there was nothing she could
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do about it. She had signed a binding agreement than in effect made her
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Charles' slave for the duration.
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Charles made Paula stand with her hands behind her back at the side
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of the table while he ate his dinner. What she prepared, made no
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differnce. What DID matter was that the food was not exactly to his
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liking. After he dabbed his lips with the napkin, he scooted his chair
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back and beckoned for Paula to move closer.
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She very slowly moved the two or three steps to his chair and stood
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there with her hands still clasped behind her back. He told her that he
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expected to be fed better than that, and that he would now give her
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something to serve as a reminder of that.
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Before Paula could digest those words, Charles had lashed out and
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caught the woman by her arm. Pulling her over his lap just as she began
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to struggle.
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He could have easily overpowered her, but the only thing he did
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during the lovely attorney's fighting was to calmly mention the
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contract, and that she would desist that instant. Defeated, Paula let
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her head hang over his legs in dejection and saw the floor looking
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awfully blurry through her tears.
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A moment later, Charles began to pommel her cute asscheeks with his
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beefy right hand. The sharp cracking the slapping caused sounded like
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pistol shots. Paula cried out in agony with each stroke, pitifully
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sobbing as the full impact of her ordeal was STILL not being made known
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to her.
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As her bottom cheeks began to get very red and sore, Paula could
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only wonder how she ever could have called this man a friend. Charles
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spanked her until he figured that she was no longer reacting to the
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strokes. Once he stopped, he stood the pretty attorney up and told her
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to go and draw his bath.
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In the bathroom, Paula turned on the water and then dropped to her
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knees, letting out her anguish while the tub began to fill. A few
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moments later, Charles walked into the bathroom garbed in a robe. After
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leaningover and checking the temperature with his finger, he shrugged
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the robe from his shoulders and then stepped into the tub.
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He made Paula remain kneeling on the side of the tub, and give him
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his bath. She found that no matter how hard she tried, she just could
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not bring herself to look directly at him. She had bathed him as per
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his instructions. Then again as ordered, Got a towel and dried him off
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when he stepped out of the tub.
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Still on her knees, Paula was shocked when his cock seemed to bob
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up against her cheek. She looked at saw that it was beginning to rise,
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and that she was undoubtedly the one who would have to take care of it.
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Once she had completely dried him off, Charles told her to stand up and
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bend over the toilet.
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Paula had begun to cry again as her worst fears were about to be
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realised. When she bent over, Charles took her by the hips and forced
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her to open her legs. A few seconds later, she felt something nosing
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around her cunt... His cock was now hard and rubbing up against her
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pussy lips, leaving pre-cum in it's wake.
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Then without warning, Charles brought his cock to her opening and
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savagely thrust it inside of her. I suppose it should come as no
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surprise that she was pretty well lubricated, but that in no way
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detracted from the absolute agony of his sudden entry.
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Paula squealed in pain and sobbed loudly when he began pounding
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into her cunt with long, vicious strokes. The only thing that made the
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brutal penetration bearable was the fact she Paula was so well
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lubricated, not that she would have believed it.
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Charles tightened his grip on her hips and slapped his thighs
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against her still somewhat sore bottom, causing the pretty attorney to
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nearly bump her head on the wall several times.
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Mercifully, the searing pain of his sudden intrusion began to
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subside, to be replaced with an almost heavenly feeling of numbness.
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Once Paula had become accustomed to his bulk and the pain started to
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lessen, she was able to relax a bit and found to both her delight and
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her dismay that she was actually beginning to enjoy being fucked by
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this pig whom she called a friend.
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More than merely enjoying it, the blonde haired woman was slowly
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climbing toward what would have to be a mind blowing orgasm. Now, Paula
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was moaning in pleasure when Charles sent his cock cannonading into her
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burning pussy. Charles picked up the change in his `maid' and reached
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his hand around her to roughly manipulate her clitoris.
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Paula reacted by shoving her sexy ass back at him and wrigging
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while she waited impatiently for the next bonejarring thrust.
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"MMmmmmm God yes! Harder.. Fuck me harder!" She wailed out at the
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bathroom wall. She could hear him bleating in her ear from behind, not
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aware that she was about to be left unfulfilled.
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Her pussy was just too much for Charles. He was having a lot of
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trouble keeping himself from coming and soon began stroking into the
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velvet like confines with short, powerful strokes. Paula groaned and
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undulated her hips in a wicked manner while she climbed steadily toward
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her own climax.
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But she wasn't to have it, Charles howled in her while his hot load
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erupted from his balls and bathed the pretty attorney's pussy after
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it's discharge. "No Damn you! Wait for me you bastard!" Paula screamed
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at him. But he was too far gone to even have heard a word she was
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screaming at him. All he could do was just grab her flared hips tightly
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and revel in his own pleasure.
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Paula was once again beginning to sob, but this time in
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frustration. Charles put his hand on her back and started to pull out
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of her gripping cunt.......
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Paula awoke with a start and found that she was still crying. Tears
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were rolling down her pretty face as she reached under the blanket,
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clawing at her panties and started rubbing her cunt furiously. This had
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been one of her most vivid dreams and her burning pussy reflected this
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while she maddeningly began to work toward the orgasm she was cheated
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out of in her dream.
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She was chanting something incoherently while in her mind's eye,
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that wonderful cock was slamming into her pussy with reckless abandon.
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She cried out long and hard when her burning climax erupted through her
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soul like lava from a volcano, consuming everything in it's path.
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Minutes later, Paula had done her best to compose herself and
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finally began to stop crying. The dreams were beginning to come with
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more frequency that when they first started about 3 months earlier.
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You see, about 3 or 4 nights a week, Paula dreams of being held in
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a situation where she was not in control. Not that she understood why
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things like that would move her so, but there was no denying the fact
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that she always woke up after one of these dreams drenched with sweat
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and a hot pussy screaming for attention. Attention, she always did her
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best to satisfy. Most of the time, she would pull a vibrator from her
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night table and work it into herself, but this night was far too urgent
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to wait until she could get to the phallic shaped vibrator.
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The dreams began innocently enough. She had the flu and was laying
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in bed watching an old Elvis Presley movie. Blue Hawaii to be exact.
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Anyone who has seen the movie will recall a scene toward the end where
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the King finally has enough of the spoiled brat and took her over his
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knee. Paula's cunt convulsed at that point for reasons she did not
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know. But later that night, in her sleep, it was the pretty attorney
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who found herself draped over Elvis' knee getting her bottom swatted.
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Getting out of bed was fast becoming a chore for the usually driven
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lawyer. She couldn't wait to get to work and start her duties at the
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law firm where she was employed. That is, until lately when Paula began
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finding it harder and harder to get up, dressed and out the door. Today
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would be no exception, but she wasn't going to work. No, the dreams had
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gotten the best of her and she was going to see a psychaitrist about her
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problem. So after a few minutes lounging in the afterglow of her
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climax, Paula struggled out of bed and made for the bathroom.
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28 years old, Paula was no stunning beauty by any means of the
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word. But she had a fresh look about her that made her sexy in most
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men's eyes. Her lithe 5'7" frame seemed to glide across the floor when
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she walked, carrying her 130 lbs. very nicely. It had been only since
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she began having trouble getting out of bed that Paula decided to style
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her hair in a way that would not need much upkeep. So she had her
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shoulder length blonde hair cut into a permanent. Not real tight curls,
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but tight enough that each one seemed to bounce in a different
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direction when she walked or the wind hit it.
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After a shower and a light breakfast, she dressed herself in a sky
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blue pleated skirt and matching blouse. She always seemed to like to
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wear clothes that didn't contrast her ice blue eyes. In fact to me,
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Paula's eyes are her best quality. They had that aire about them that
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has never failed to make stong men go weak in the knees when she
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glanced their way.
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She stopped to buy a newspaper on the way, figuring that she'd read
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it while waiting for the doctor to see her. As she was paying for the
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paper, she saw something that made her pussy convulse. It was a
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swinger's magazine that had a picture on the cover of a scantily clad
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lady, on her knees with her hands bound behind her back. She was
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kneeling in front of a man wearing all leather and holding a wicked
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looking riding crop over his head as if he were about to strike her
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with it.
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Trying her best to wipe the lewd thoughts from her mind, Paula
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quickly paid for the newspaper and made her way down the street.
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Paula had barely had time to begin looking at her newspaper before
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the doctor's receptionist informed her that the doctor was ready to see
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her. She was quite nervous as she stood up and made her way into his
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office.
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The young attorney told the doctor in great detail about her
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dreams, and even related specific details when she was prompted. She
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felt herself blush when she did so, but she had told herself that no
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matter what, she wanted to be rid of this problem. But after just
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chatting back and forth for several minutes, the doctor told her
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something she wasn't sure she wanted to hear.
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He began by telling her that before you can dream something, it
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would have to be in your mind to begin with. The fact that the dreams
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are that vivid would probably mean that it's very prominent in her
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mind.
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"But, I don't like things like that!" Paula protested loudly and
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suddenly. The doctor raised his eyebrows, and gave her a `Yeah, sure
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you don't' look.
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"I think a more accurate thing to say would be that you are not AWARE
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that you like things like that." He said, causing Paula to open her
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eyes wide and stare at him in disbelief.
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"There's nothing wrong with having these feelings." He was trying
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to reassure her, now. " You have a high pressure job where you have to
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make a lot of decisions that effect people, correct?" Paula nodded
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silently.
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"A lot of people are in the same situation as you, and you'd be
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surprised how just how many people I see in here just like yourself."
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Paula wasn't sure she believed him, but she did begin to relax a
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bit. he continued. "Being sexually submissive is in my opinion a
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perfectly natural reaction to having such a high pressure job." She
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looked at him quizzically so he continued. "Most submissive people
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simply do not want to have to make any decisions once they leave work."
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She was listening to him, not really sure if she was actually
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comprehending what he was saying, but listening to him all the same. He
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was in effect, trying to tell her that she was submissive but just
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haven't recognized that fact as of yet.
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Paula spent the better part of the session listening to him explain
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the psycological aspect of sexual submissiveness, and where she herself
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might fit in. The jest of it all, seemed to be that it was ok for her
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to have those dreams. Which, when you come right down to it, was not
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what the pretty attorney wanted to hear in the first place. She WANTED
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to hear how wrong it was for her to have those dreams, and how terrible
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it was for her to harbour those thoughts in the first place.
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The doctor had told her that she ought to make an appointment to
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see him again next week, but she had declined to do so, citing that she
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really didn't believe he would be able to help her. So off she went,
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back home where she didn't know what she was going to do.
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