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                        ***** THE DESIRE TO KNOW *****
                              **** CHAPTER 5 ****


        Paula craned her neck upwards, and saw his hands come down to unzip
    his fly, bringing out his hard, and pulsating cock. "I'm going to put
    my dick in your mouth. You're to do nothing except allow it. Is that
    clear?" He said, the tenderness of a moment before had seemingly
    vanished. Or did it?

        "Yes" She whispered, parting her lips and waiting while he put a
    hand under her chin, and pressed his cock inbetween her pliant lips.
    The musky, manly scent of his body filled her nostrils as the blue
    veined shaft penetrated further into her mouth, filling it to capacity.

        At this moment, Paula was nothing but a receptacle for his lust.
    His hands cupped her head within them, while he began fucking her
    mouth with deliberate strokes. She wanted to reach out and cup his ass
    in her hands to make the task easier, but her sore bottom reminded her
    that she was to do exactly as he said.

        Paula's mind focused on something she had not wanted to admit in
    the past week or so. She had fallen for Frank, and now thought to
    herself that there was nothing at all she wouldn't do for him. Of
    course this is exactly what Frank wanted, a woman who was willing to do
    whatever he asked, no matter how bizarre that may be.

        The pretty attorney gagged once or twice when Frank's slow strokes
    began to increase in speed. For a moment, she was horrified to think he
    was trying to press it into her throat, something she'd never done. But
    she needn't have worried. Frank was in much better control of himself
    than he had been on their previous encounter. He pulled it out of her
    mouth and stood back, watching her, watch him adoringly.

        It made her blush to believe he could read her thoughts. Right now,
    she wanted her demanding pussy to be filled with that rod she had taken
    in her mouth. However Frank wasn't quite ready to do this. He returned
    to the chair he had occupied during Paula's banishment in the corner,
    leaving her kneeling there.

        Once sitting, Frank beckoned her to come to him. Paula quickly rose
    and started to do just that, but Frank told her to stay on her knees
    until told to assume another position. Startled, the pretty woman once
    again sank to her knees, feeling acutely humiliated for some reason.
    "Now, come to me on your knees, Paula." Frank said, reaching for his
    drink and settling back in the comfortable chair.

        She started to move forward on her knees, now even more aware of
    the burning which emanated from between her thighs. Although the total
    trip from the corner to his chair was around 15 feet, it seemed to take
    much longer for Paula to transverse that distance. When she got to
    where she had been directed, she stopped and waited meekly for his next
    words, her passion coming to a roaring boil within her.

        Frank allowed himself a slight smile as he leaned forward and
    flipped Paula's hair away from her eyes, which shined when she turned
    them toward him. "Good girl" he said, stroking her hair.


        She was started to grow rapidly impatient to have her need
    satisfied. But somehow she knew that she would obediently wait for
    Frank to take care of her in his own time.
    "Now, I want you to drape yourself across my lap" He was saying,
    causing her to flinch as if startled.

        Paula wasn't at all sure that she'd be able to endure another
    spanking at such an early time after receiving as briskly of one as
    she'd had earlier. Before complying, she entertained brief thoughts of
    asking him not to spank her, but changed her mind and figured that if
    this was what he wanted, she was going to give it to him.

        Gingerly, the sexy blonde made her way to his side and climbed up
    on his lap, allowing him to adjust her in such a way as to make her
    bottom come to the best angle to receive his heavy hand. Paula closed
    her eyes tightly, and gripped the side of the chair as she waited for
    the intense stinging to begin.

        Frank looked down at her nicely rounded ass and saw to his dismay
    that the redness he had caused had only faded slightly. Lightly, he
    brought his fingers onto her bottom and traced the darkest areas. He
    heard Paula draw in a sharp breath and felt her stiffen momentarily
    when he touched her.

        Feeling the heat of her crotch on his leg, Frank told her to part
    her legs as he brought his hand underneath the swell of her hips and
    between her warm thighs. His fingers creeped up and started to tease
    her cunt mound, feeling her special brand of lubrication on his probing
    digits. Teasingly, he got one of his fingers insinuated between her
    labia and moved it around almost painfully slow.

        Paula was surprised when he first touched her bottom. His fingers
    burned her when they started moving around. Just as she began to wonder
    what he was upto, the order to part her thighs came. The touch on her
    pussy felt so amazingly good that tears of relief began to trickle from
    her eyes.

        He saw her ass flexing and undulating when his fingers glided near
    her clitoris. Now bringing a finger down, Frank lined up, and
    deliberately pressed it forward, sinking it easily into the soaked
    channel nestled beneath.
    "Ohhhhhhhhh..." came from Paula's lips when she finally got the
    penetration she'd been needing for the longest time. At this moment,
    the only thing wrong with that finger probing into her, was that it
    wasn't his cock.

        Frank kept pushing it until his palm was resting against her
    bottom. He held his other arm tightly over her waist, presumably to
    prevent her from moving too much. This was quickly becoming a harder
    thing to do as Paula shoved her ass back at his hand, trying to satisfy
    her urgent need with that finger resting inside of her cunt.
    "Ohh yes! Do it to me" She was chanting while he did nothing but hold
    his hand steady against her ass.

        He could feel her pussy walls clamping down, trying to squeeze his
    oral digit as he now began to move it excruciatingly slow back and
    forth.


        This was something Frank was determined to gain control over. On
    their first coupling, Paula's passion had overpowered any control he
    thought he may have had over her. It was evident that he had gotten
    into her mind and exerted certain control over her thoughts, but the
    signals her brain sent to her body were much more powerful.

        Little by little, Frank speeded up the pistoning of his finger when
    he thought it was apporpriate. All the while, Paula did her very best
    to thrust her ass back at him, squirming and wiggling it while she
    moaned out her pleasure.
    "Ahh yessss.. I'm getting close!" Her voice began to turn husky as she
    got closer to the climax he was bringing her to with his finger.

        Suddenly Paula's spasming cunt clamped down on air. Frank pulled
    his finger out just seconds before her body was going to explode in
    orgasm. She wailed long and loud while her ass arched out farther,
    searching in vain for that finger.
    "Put it back in! I'm almost ready" She said between her heavy panting.
    "I know. But i'm not ready for you to come just yet." was his reply.

        He reached over and grasped her shoulder, bringing her head up, and
    pulling her off of his lap. Once he had deposited her on her knees
    again, Frank stood and told her to lean over the seat of the chair and
    open her legs wide.

        Still trying to catch her breath, Paula moved to obey him and soon
    had her bottom in the air, exposed and waiting for whatever he wanted
    to do to her. Frank kneeled behind her and took his own pants down to
    his knees. As he looked down at her, the enticing scent of woman wafted
    into his nostrils, causing his prick to jerk in front of him.

        Frank figured that if he were going to have any success at all
    trying to control Paula when she was this hot, he was going to have to
    be able to make her come with his cock inside of her. The only thing
    which made that easier said than done, was the quite embarrassing fact
    that Frank was not one able to hold back his own orgasm once his prick
    was surrounded by wet pussy.

        Moving up to her upraised bottom, Frank grasped his dick and moved
    between her thighs. Paula groaned into the seat of the chair while
    waiting to be skewered on that cock. His entry was like everything else
    this night, deliberate.

        As her pussy flowered open to accept the intrusion, Paula squealed
    out her delight when she got that badly needed penetration. Her stomach
    fluttered while she could hear him grunting behind her, working hard to
    keep himself from getting out of control. It was several seconds from
    the time he started, till the time Paula felt his pubic hair tickling
    her ass. She sighed heavily and shuddered when he started pulling back
    .

        He was fucking the pretty blonde with the longest, slowest strokes
    possible. Pulling his about to explode dick out until only the head
    remained engulfed by her, then pressing forward at the samwe slow pace
    until it was buried to the hilt once again. Paula gripped the chair
    with a deathgrip, feeling every part of her body throbbing.


        She wanted to come so badly that she thrust her hips back toward
    him in desperate lunges. Several times taking the shaft all the way
    inside when he was trying to go as slow as possible. He grabbed onto
    her hips and dug his thumbs into her soft bottom, his last attempt to
    keep the pace slow.

        It was not going to be so, Paula was just too hot, and wound up to
    be able to keep still for long. Frank was actually surprised that he
    had been able to do so for the short amount of time he had. She yelped
    and began making a strange gurgling sound when he started to pound her
    willing cunt with bone shattering thrusts. Each time his legs smacked
    against her ass Paula wailed, on the brink of acheiving that elusive
    orgasm she thought she'd never have.

        Frank then started to slap her asscheeks each time she pushed them
    back at him. He thought with great satisfaction that the tide would now
    be turned if he could cause her to come with his prick inside of her.

        Each slap on her sore, but uncaring bottom only sent wicked shivers
    of delight shooting up her spine. Fron listening to her voice, it was
    quite easy to tell when his hand smacked her, and when his cock impaled
    her.
    "OH!.. mmmm oh jesus!..oh shit OWW!.. Oh baby!!.. OH BABY!.. mm mm
    SHIT!!!...."  She tensed inhumanly when her long sought after climax
    overtook her.

        Now he moved toward his own much put off come. Ceasing the slapping
    of her bottom, Frank once again gripped her hips and jackhammered her
    with short strokes. Paula was in a world all her own for that few
    seconds, not knowing, or caring that Frank heaved a loud grunt while
    his sperm spilled out of him to mingle with her own warm fluids.

        Little by little, Paula floated back to reality and realised that
    the sobbing she heard was coming from her own lips. Frank had collapsed
    over her back and was tenderly kissing her neck and shoulders, still
    lightly groaning while his cock lost it's rigidness inside her now
    somewhat more happy pussy.

        They spent the next couple of minutes in silence, each lounging in
    their own afterglow. It was Paula who finally spoke, in a bit of a
    husky voice.
    "Mmm That was nice." She purred at him, turning her head toward the
    side.

        Frank shifted and then backed away when his prick slipped out of
    her. Standing up, he leaned over and helped Paula to her feet, then
    once again took his place on the chair, pulling the blonde down on his
    lap. She leaned in toward him and wrapped an arm around his neck, and
    draped her legs over the side of the chair, perfectly content to just
    sit there and cuddle for awhile.

        But Frank had his mind on something a little different at the
    moment. Oh, he was thinking about the lady on his lap, alright. But his
    thoughts ran more toward how he was going to keep her from getting out
    of control when she got aroused.


        As both seemed to be alone with their thought, Paula's ran back to
    the psychiatrist's office, and some of the things he said to her. She
    still didn't fully believe it, but had to admit to herself that
    something has happened to her. Little by little she felt better by the
    whole thing.

        Right now, she was kind of glad that she had two weeks away from
    work to sort these things out. She would use them to do quite a lot of
    soul searching.

        Looking over at the clock, Frank saw that it had gotten past 1:00
    and figured that he'd better be getting back home before he got too
    comfortable sitting there and fell asleep just like that. He told Paula
    that he needed to get up, and then did so when she vacated his lap.

        As he pulled his trousers back up, Paula realised that he was
    preparing to leave.
    "Why don't you stay here, tonight?" She asked him.
    "Because," he started as he put on his dinner jacket "I don't have
    anything else to wear tomorrow morning."

        Paula thought that was a silly reason, but wasn't going to point
    this out to him. She walked with him to the door, and locked it behind
    him after he kissed her goodnight and walked out toward his car.

        She stood with her back to door, leaning against it. Looking around
    the room, her eyes came to rest on the corner she had stood in. Paula
    smiled to herself and felt herself blushing when she thought about what
    happened in her living room.

        Listening to the engine of Frank's car firing up, Paula waited
    until he drove away before she left the door, and began to pick up her
    discarded clothing.

        When the room was once again restored to it's usual state of
    neatness, the pretty blonde made her way upstairs and into the
    bathroom. Where a long hot shower was on her agenda before going to
    sleep.


        On the drive home, Frank thought more about the idea he had gotten
    when he was told Paula was going to be off of work for two weeks. The
    idea he had made his cock start to harden again, and he instantly was
    sorry he didn't take her up on the offer to stay at Paula's house.

        He wasn't too worried about that, however. Frank knew that he would
    be seeing a lot of the pretty attorney in the next few weeks. He would
    make sure of that.

        Once he got home, Frank walked into his bedroom and fell onto the
    bed, absolutely exhausted from his evening. He then thought of
    something, and promptly got up and looked in one of the drawers in his
    dresser. He pulled out a small jewelry box and opened it.

        The gleam that was in his eyes when he was told about Paula's
    vacation was back as he looked into the box. He closed the box and
    smiled.


        It was nearly 11:00 when Paula got out of bed. Her muscles were a
    bit stiff from the action of the night before, but she felt great
    otherwise. Figuring that it would be a great day to do a bit of
    housecleaning, she slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and an oversized
    t-shirt.

        The day was moving along at a brisk clip as Paula's growling
    stomach told her that it was time to take a break and get a little
    something into her stomach. So after making a sandwich, she sat down at
    the kitchen table and immediately got a little reminder of the previous
    night.

        Her bottom was still a bit tender in certain areas, but sitting and
    feeling that jolt of soreness made the young woman softly sigh, and
    wonder when it would happen again.

        After eating, Paula suddenly didn't feel like completing the job
    she started. But since she did start, she resolved to finish as quickly
    as possible. She stood up and was nearly to the stairs when the
    doorbell rang.

        Without wondering who it could be, Paula opened the door and found
    Frank standing on the porch, looking slightly down at her with an
    amused look on his face. It then occured to her that she must look like
    a total wreck.

        She invited him in and explained that she had decided to tackle the
    attic, As if to explain her somewhat out of character look. Frank
    nodded and asked if the attic could wait for a little while.
    "Yeah, I suppose so. Why?" She wanted to know.
    "There's something I want to show you." He replied.

        Paula shrugged and said okay, asking what it was he wanted her to
    see. Frank said nothing, but walked to the front door, beckoning Paula
    to follow him. She didn't know what was up, but dutifully followed him
    to the door after grabbing her purse and making sure the door was
    locked.

        They got into his car and drove. Paula asked him what it was he
    wanted her to see, but he only smiled and said that it was a surprise.
    She accepted that answer for the time being, her curiosity coming to a
    peak when he pulled up into his own driveway and killed the engine.

        She followed him inside and again asked what he wanted to show
    her. Frank told her to wait right there, and he would go get it. He
    disappeared into his bedroom and emerged a minute later carrying a
    small paper bag.

        Paula tilted her head sideways and looked at the bag while Frank
    walked to the sofa and set the bag down on the coffee table.
    "Come sit over here, Paula" He said, gesturing to the sofa.

        Instictively, something inside of her jumped, telling her that
    something out of the ordinary was about to happen.