Karen sat down at the bench in the park. She had that familiar feeling in the pit of her stomach. It felt like hunger. It felt like fear. It felt like lust. It felt like sickness. It was the feeling she always had when her urges drew her back to this particular bench in this particular park.
She nervously fingered the hem of her miniskirt. It was so obviously slutty, so obviously different from what she would normally wear. There was a cool breeze, and it made her wet feeling it blow under her skirt against her exposed, shaved pussy. Her nipples, unconstrained by a bra, grew hard and poked through her sheer blouse.
Every time she was on this bench, the same thoughts came to her mind. "Where is he that he can always see me sitting here?" She looked at the buildings surrounding the park. He could be in any of them, watching her with a telescope. She only came on Fridays in between 1 and 1:15 PM. That was Rule #5. She could choose whether she came, but it had to be a Friday during that time. "So he probably has an office in one of these buildings. He's back from lunch during that time, and he can glance out his window a few times during that quarter hour to see if I'm here." Karen looked at her watch, 1:10, and then glanced nervously at the nearby payphone. "What if he loses interest and stops watching, or just doesn't call? No. He won't. That's Rule #3: 'So long as she comes to the bench at least once a month, He will always be there for her. If some serious emergency prevents Him from calling, He will give her a special present the next time.'" Sometimes she actually wished he would miss a call, so that she could see what "special present" she would get.
After each "assignment" she asked herself why she kept coming. And why had she answered the phone the first time she happened to sit down on this bench? Why hadn't she hung up on the strange man on the phone who said he knew what she needed? Why had she obeyed his instructions that day? She remembered how she had walked down the path to the West about 500 feet, and found the shed used for storage by the groundskeepers. It was unlocked, just as he had said it would be. As directed, she went inside, masturbated to orgasm, rubbed the cream all over her face and hair, and returned to the bench. The phone had rung again and he had congratulated her on being a "good girl." Then he had explained the Rules to her. She was speechless. She went home and cried, ashamed at having obeyed some random man's sexual instructions. She told herself that, of course, she would never return to that bench. But the very next Friday there she was, dressed provocatively, in a way totally at odds with her normal personal and professional demeanor, waiting for the phone call.
The minutes always seemed to drag as she waited. She squirmed on the bench with lust and embarrassment, and checked her watch again. It was only one minute later, and—the phone rang.
She stood up and tidied her clothes (as if he could only see her when she answered the phone), then picked up the receiver. "Hel-hello?" She sometimes stammered when she talked to him.
"You look very pretty today." His voice was always calm, professional and polite. She imagined that he could be brutal and obscene when the situation required it, but somehow his respectable-sounding voice aroused and intimidated her as much as anything could. What is he? Karen wondered. Attorney? Professor? MD?
"Thank you," she said softly.
"You are to go to the following address...." She quickly pulled a pen and paper out of her clutch-purse, and wrote it down. (She was well organized even on a sexual adventure.) You will find a public restroom on the first floor of the building, south side. You are to go into the MEN's restroom. The paper towel dispenser nearest the door will not be locked. Open it and read the directions you will find taped to the inside."
Karen was almost panting from fear (and perhaps from other feelings). "But it's so dangerous to go into the Men's Room! If I get caught by the police I could—"
"Then you'd better do it quickly, shouldn't you?" he said evenly.
Giving in to impulse, Karen said, "Okay, but could you just tell me SOMETHING about you? I mean, I don't want to know anything really personal, of course. But it would make me so happy if – "
"Repeat Rule #4." His voice was suddenly cool and insistent. Perhaps he was a district attorney?
Karen swallowed hard and intoned, "Rule #4: She will ask no questions about Him." "Now repeat Rule #2."
Karen was puzzled. Why did he feel the need to remind her of Rule #2 today? But she repeated, " She will obey all of His instructions without question. The penalty for failure to obey His instructions is to lose him—forever."
He paused, letting the significance sink in. Then he said, "Remember that today, Karen. If you fail to obey my instructions you can come back to this bench every day for the rest of your life: the phone will never ring for you again. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," she said. She heard a click on the phone and walked off to find her car and go to the address.
It turned out to be a bus terminal. It was surprisingly quiet. She went to the south side of the terminal and spotted the restrooms. She watched them, and when no one seemed to have entered or exited for a few minutes, she looked around one last time to make sure no cops were nearby, and then ducked inside. Her hands trembling, Karen fumbled with the paper towel dispenser nearest the door. She pulled out the piece of paper taped inside and unfolded it. She was disappointed when she saw that it was typed. She was hoping to see his handwriting. She knew she would treasure a note like that. But then she started to read, and as she read it felt like the earth was dropping away around her:
"Karen, I doubt you are wearing panties, but if you are you will take them off and throw them away now. Then you will bend over one of the sinks. You will hike up your skirt so that your ass and pussy are exposed. You are not to move from this position unless a man moves you or instructs you to move. While you are in this restroom, you are not to say anything or resist, no matter what any man does to you.
"I know that you are hesitant and afraid. But remember Rule #2. If you fail to obey, the game is over. There is no negotiation. And feel the wetness already forming between your legs, Karen. The thought of what you are about to do disgusts you, but it also fills you with intense desire."
Karen felt like she was going to be sick. But she also felt an intense burning desire like nothing she had ever known. Tears filled her eyes as she bent over one of the sinks and hiked up her skirt, waiting for the first man to enter.
It didn't take long. A man walked in. Okay looking, but average. Not buff but not flabby. Probably in his 30's. He saw her as soon as he walked in and he stopped dead in his tracks. At first, all he managed to do was stare at her and say, "Uhhhhh...." Karen's face flushed red and she couldn't meet his eyes. Finally, the man managed to say, "Are you okay, lady?" She knew she couldn't talk, but she nodded. "Then why are you...," his voice trailed off. Licking his lips he walked over to her, standing behind her. She glanced up in the mirror occasionally, and saw that he was staring down at her ass and pussy. He tentatively touched her ass. Involuntarily, Karen's breathing quickened in lust. The man became bolder. His hand went between her thighs, and gradually slid up to the wetness between her legs. Karen sucked in air as the man started to gently finger her wet, open lips. Her wetness grew and her hips started to grind sensuously. She could hear his other hand rubbing up and down the front of his slacks. She wanted to reach back and touch his hardness, but that was not permitted without his initiative. She began to think that this wouldn't be such an awful assignment.
But the next guy came in. He seemed bigger than the first guy. Maybe a truck driver or construction worker. He didn't say anything. He just edged the first guy over. Karen heard him unzip his pants and felt the cap of his cock against her pussy. God, he was huge! She groaned in pleasure, pain and humiliation as his cock sank into her. He pounded her fast and hard. She had to grip the sink firmly to stay in place, and even so her feet sometimes came up off the ground, and her face tapped against the mirror, because he was reaming her so hard. The first guy had taken his cock out and was stroking it while he watched Karen get fucked. She felt him take her hand and put it on his cock, so she started stroking it. Through her tears she saw herself in the bathroom mirror, getting a loveless, brutal fuck from behind from one total stranger, while she gave a handjob to another. That's when the first orgasm tore through her body, leaving her shuddering. Her pussy was sensitive after she came, and she would normally have wanted a few minutes to recover. But she couldn't ask for that in this situation, and she doubted the guy fucking her would give it to her if she asked anyway.
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