Chapter 4: Getting Real

Karen was unable to say anything, unable to do anything. She knew a part of her felt that what Michael was doing was perfectly fine, appropriate even ... but the rest of her knew it must be the conditioning. Yet ... she couldn’t bring herself to resist. She just blinked rapidly as he casually took hold of her arms and lifted them above her head. When he released them, she just kept them up, because that seemed to be what he wanted her to do. Mildly panicking, she took a breath and opened her mouth to beg him to stop, but he just muttered “shhhh” ... and she found herself closing her mouth, still not quite able to believe what was happening.

With a smooth motion, Michael took the sides at the bottom of her tunic and slid them up over her body. He had to work a bit around her recently re-firmed bosom, but in no time the cloth had cleared her head and he plucked the item out of her hands while Karen started to hyperventilate, the panic rising in her even more as it registered she was completely naked and helpless before this man.

Michael noticed, of course. “Calm down, Karen. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. Breathe.” He tossed the one-piece onto the couch behind her and then gently put his hands on her hips and pulled her into him for a kiss. She startled for a brief moment, then found herself kissing him back, her raised arms slowly lowering to his shoulders as he deepened the kiss.

Karen’s thinking mind almost completely shut down at this point. She felt aware of the situation, she knew she was responding to his attention in kind, she knew this wasn’t the way she would normally act ... but she felt like a casually interested observer in her own flesh, not actually part of the scene she was participating in, yet as Michael’s hands started roaming over her skin, she found herself gasping and shivering in quiet ecstasy, her body responding to his explorations, pushing itself against him, exploring him in turn.

The discovery that he desired her was a heady delight and she found herself floating in a fog of detached bliss. The guilt of engaging in this act with a man that was not her husband seemed far away and unreal, and at some point ... she gave herself over to this ecstasy and focused on making him feel as good as possible. His lips caressed her breasts, then sucked, and one of his hands found the junction of her legs and insisted on access. Karen obediently parted them and he began to play with her pussy, stroking the lips, rubbing the clit, occasionally putting his fingers inside her. A powerful orgasm took her by surprise and she shook with its intensity, clutching to him for support and letting out a small mewl of confusion as she lost herself in a haze of sexual release.

While continuing to toy with her body, Michael started taking off his own clothes and Karen found herself helping. It didn’t take long for Michael to also be naked and he pulled her back towards the seat he’d been in previously. She deliriously followed, absently noticing in passing that his body was as fit and muscular as an Olympian athlete, and that his dick was also standing tall, quite thick and long. Clearly he, too, had benefited from the body enhancements she’d experienced. He looked fucking gorgeous.

He sat back in the seat, and with his hands holding hers, pulled her down. Immediately, she knew what he wanted of her and didn’t protest as she knelt between his legs. She looked up at him to confirm, and when she saw his reserved smile, she smiled back and took his manhood between her lips.

Committed fully to this act of rapture now, she wordlessly took in as much of his dick in her mouth as she could. The shape of him, the texture, the scent, the flavor ... everything seemed so overwhelming, and she stopped trying to think, and just... experienced the pleasure of giving him pleasure. As he moved in and out of her mouth, she licked, sucked, hummed, and gasped in excitement every time she could elicit a reaction from him.

She lost track of time as she leaned into her task, but she was barely aware that her jaw was sore from continuously accepting his girth; yet it just wasn’t as real as the dick rhythmically seating itself in her throat as she found herself adjusting to deep-throat him. It was a skill she had never mastered before, but it looked like she would have to learn quickly. He clearly liked being all the way inside her, but she could tell he wasn’t a fan of her choking and gagging trying to force that monster down.