Summer Surprise Pt. 10

The auditorium lights dimmed and 'The Prince Experience' came out on stage and started their set with 'Purple Rain'. Rosilyn felt the device inside her pussy start to pulse along with the music. She went into her purse and pulled out a small pill box and offered a pill to Karl.

"You want some X?"

"I don't do drugs except for alcohol. All I need is you to get high on."

Rosilyn thought it was a sweet thing to say, though she didn't know if Karl really meant it. He was a strange dichotomy of tender and sexually dangerous. She nodded and popped one herself. It didn't take long for the effects to hit her body and combined with the vibrator buzzing around in her pussy, sent Rosilyn flying. She started enjoying some nice orgasms. After awhile, Karl put his hand around her shoulder and played with Rosilyn's braless breasts, occasionally turning her for some wicked kissing. During one particularly torrid kiss, she felt his hand on her thigh, pushing her legs apart and realized she might be giving the performers on stage a good show of her own, yet couldn't seem to resist as she felt her dress slide higher up her legs. Karl didn't touch her pussy, but he didn't have to, the vibrator and X were doing enough on their own. She knew she was showing everything to the stage the next time she orgasmed.

"Did you like that?" Karl whispered seductively, kissing her again.

"Yes," Rosilyn moaned. "I loved it."

The Prince Experience did a roughly 75 minute long set, before the stagehands set up for Taylor Swift. Rosilyn thought she'd cum six or seven times before Karl turned the vibrator off waiting for Taylor's act. They had time for a restroom break. Karl walking Rosilyn and Yolanda back to the ladies room before 'Karl' and Marty walked into the men's room. Marty raised his eyebrows at the thought of Chloe going into the men's, but where else would she go with a mustache and beard on. She disappeared into one of the stalls, then came out grinning at Marty when she finished.

They waited outside the ladies for the two women to finish, then walked them back to their front row seats. Rosilyn pulled out her pill box again. Karl took the box away from her.

"No more. I want you functional later. You can give Taylor some pussy shots if you need a little excitement."

Rosilyn pouted, but she didn't resist. She had to admit this concert was already one of the best she'd ever been to and it had nothing to do with the music. She'd had to dab away far more than urine when using the restroom. When Taylor Swift started her set, Karl turned on the vibrator again and she surrendered to her pleasure, and when Karl raised her dress again with his hand stroking her clit, she did indeed give Taylor Swift a glimpse of her pussy as she spasmed on his hand.

For two hours, Rosilyn experienced orgasm after orgasm as the toy throbbed inside her to the beat of the music. As enjoyable as the orgasms were, she wanted to feel a cock throbbing inside of her, thrusting. The concert ended, they went backstage to meet the band members. Karl greeted everyone heartily and thanked them for the wonderful show. To a couple members of The Prince Experience he knew had been at the front of the stage looking down, he pulled Rosilyn close and in a low voice asked them how they liked Rosilyn's show, embarrassing her when they grinned and said it was as good as the women throwing their underwear on stage.

"Rosilyn would have thrown hers, but she isn't wearing any. Lost it on the trip to Madison. She did enjoy the music mightily, though. Can I tell you a secret? Our Roz is wearing a vibrator in her pussy that vibrated along with the music. I swear she must have orgasmed at least a half dozen times while you boys were playing. She loved that hard driving music. Really rocked her world, if you know what I mean. They should give one to all the women who attend the concert. The smell of sex would permeate the air."

Rosilyn was both appalled and excited to hear Karl talk about her so bluntly to the musicians. They started teasing her about which song she liked the best, which one gave her the best orgasms.

Before Rosilyn could answer, Karl shifted behind her and ran his hands down over her breasts, her stomach, over her hips and down her outer thighs, before shifting his hands to her inner thighs and up her legs, lifting her dress. "I don't know what Roz will say, but I know she creamed during the performance of 'Cream', and got off on 'Gett Off' so she enjoyed those two a lot."

She thought Karl was going to lift her dress until her pussy was exposed again, but he stopped just short, though he ran two fingers over her soaked cunt as she moaned, then pulled his hand out, dropping her skirt. He showed them the moisture on his fingers, licking them off with a lot of fanfare. The two band members hooted and hollered, laughing. Rosilyn felt her face heat up she was blushing so severely but she'd almost cum again.

Karl might have done it again with Taylor Swift, but they couldn't get that close to her, though Rosilyn got an autographed photo.

"You know what we should do?" Karl said to Marty and Yolanda. "We should put some lipstick on Rosilyn's pussy lips and have her 'kiss' Taylor's photo and send it back to Taylor with love from Roz, given that she gave Taylor a nice pussy shot."

The three of them got a good laugh out of it, and although Rosilyn was humiliated, she also felt confused at how aroused she was by his treatment. Shortly after that, they left. Karl had Rosilyn pull the vibrator out of her pussy and show Marty and Yolanda how wet and soaked with her fluids it was.

"How many times did you cum?" Yolanda asked.

"I lost count after a dozen," Rosilyn admitted quietly.

"Before we go to another concert, I want you to buy one of those for me," Yolanda said.

"Why wait?" Karl said. "Why don't we go drinking and dancing tomorrow night. You can wear it in the club and cum out on the dance floor."

"Let's, Marty. I'd love to do that."

Rosilyn waited for Karl to invite her to go, but he didn't say anything. Was he done with her now?

"I'd like to go, too," Rosilyn said. "Can I go dancing with you, Karl?"

"You got what you wanted, Roz. You still want to hang out with me?"

"Please."

"I've humiliated and embarrassed you. Are you sure? I'll likely do more of the same."

"You did, but I also had a lot of fun. I've been so turned on."

"Fine, you can join us. Maybe we should invite Matt and whoever the hell he's dating at the moment. What say you, Marty and Yolanda?"

"Matt's fun," Marty replied. "I vote yea. Matt likes slutty women. He's sure to enjoy Rosilyn."

"I vote yea as well," Yolanda said. "I think you should make Roz cum when Matt's dancing with her."

"That's what's going to happen if you go dancing with me, Roz. You still want to go?"

It didn't take Rosilyn any time to decide. She said yes without hesitation.

Karl drove them back to the estate where they entered the guest house. Marty and Yolanda disappeared into one of the bedrooms, closing the door behind them. Karl showed her to another bedroom and gave Rosilyn her overnight bag.

"You sleep here. We're having breakfast at the main house before we leave in the morning."

Karl turned to leave. "Aren't you going to fuck me?" Rosilyn asked, wanting to fuck Karl in the worst way. He'd done nothing but make her cum for three days and he still hadn't stuck his cock into her.

"You've seen your concert now. I've been pretty hard on you. Are you sure you want me to fuck you?"

"Please. I'd like nothing more."

"Are you willing to do it the way I want to do it?"

"As long as it's not too freaky."

"I want to tie you down to the bed. Is that too freaky?"

Rosilyn thought about it for maybe three or four seconds. "No. You can tie me down if you want."

"Take off your clothes," Karl ordered.

All she had on was her dress. It didn't take her long.

"Wait here."

Karl disappeared, coming back with two men's ties. He tied one to each of Rosilyn's wrists and fastened them to the headboard. Rosilyn expected Karl to take off his clothes and ravish her. Instead he started to leave the room again, turning the light off behind him.

"Where are you going? I thought we were going to fuck?"

"I'm getting a condom."

"I'm on birth control. You don't need a condom. You can go bareback if you want."

"It's not for birth control, it's for my protection. I have no idea where your cunt has been."

"Fuck you!"

Karl laughed. "I'm about to, which is why I need a condom."

Karl disappeared, leaving Rosilyn tied to the bed. She wondered if he was really coming back; if he really intended on fucking her or this was just another humiliation she would have to endure, tied to the bed all night while everyone laughed about her. She was pleasantly surprised when he came back five minutes later. She saw his silhouette against the open door. It looked as though he still had a tee shirt on, but there was the hint of a nice cock dangling between his legs. Karl climbed on the bed but instead of shoving that dick in her, he started lapping at her humid honeypot. Oh, fuck! Did that boy know how to lick pussy. Rosilyn happily parted her legs and let Karl go muff diving.

Twenty minutes later, Karl still hadn't let her cum. Every time Rosilyn got close, Karl quit stimulating her, instead kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips, or possibly licking or petting her breasts, or stroking her ass. When Karl felt it was safe, he'd stimulate her again until she was ready to explode and he'd stop. Every fiber of her body was aching to cum and relieve the tension he'd built up in her body, like an overwound clock.

"Please let me cum," Rosilyn begged during another interlude. "I need to cum so bad."

"I can keep this up all night," Karl said. "You have a very tasty snatch."

"If you won't let me cum on your tongue, let me cum on your cock."

"We'll get to some cock in a minute. Lie back and enjoy this. I'll bet no one has ever licked your cunt better than this."

"No, but I need to cum."

"Another ten minutes or so and you should be ready."

No matter how Rosilyn pleaded, Karl went at his own pace. She felt every nerve in her body was about to snap, when Karl finally took her over the top. Rosilyn heard herself screaming as she orgasmed, the most powerful orgasm of her life. Even the previous ones tonight paled in comparison. She lost sense of time but could have sworn she was still spasming in pleasure four minutes later. Karl didn't stop with the one; he gave her three more in rapid succession, one following on the heels of another like a string of firecrackers going off.

The last of those orgasms finally dying down when Karl shoved his rubber clad cock straight up her cunt in one mighty thrust, spinning her into another orgasm. His hands were everywhere, rubbing her clit or fiddling with the puckered star of her rectum or squeezing and pinching a nipple. If he wasn't kissing her like a madman, he was hoovering her aching, throbbing nipples. He fucked her hard for another twenty minutes and each orgasm she had on his prick seemed better than the one before. She was having yet another orgasm when Karl seemed to freeze, his cock knocking on her cervix. She didn't feel the normal throbbing she usually felt, but her own pulsing orgasm might be interfering with her ability to sense his. He finally pulled out and his cock still felt like it might be hard.

Karl got up and released one of her hands. "I like to sleep alone," he said. "I get too warm sleeping with someone else. You can untie the other wrist."

He walked out of the room and Rosilyn was left to get her other hand loose. She got up and tried to get into his bedroom, but the door was locked. "Go to bed, Roz. We're done tonight. I've got to drive tomorrow and need some sleep."

The best fucking sex of her life and the bastard was doing the equivalent of turning over and going to sleep, leaving her bereft of any post coital cuddling and snuggling. If the sex had sucked, she'd be seriously pissed right now. As it was, she wanted to jump his bones again. She went back to bed, exhausted but still thinking of the wonderful fucking she'd received. Hell, not just the fucking! How he'd kept her on edge all night long from the time she got into his car until now. It was like the three best days of sex she'd ever had, all rolled into one. She put on a night shirt and went to bed, dreaming of endless orgasms.

******

Karl woke Rosilyn at 8:00, knocking on the door first before sticking his head in the door. "Rise and shine, breakfast in 30 minutes. No underwear if you still want to hang with me."

"My jeans will rub against my pussy."

"Don't wear jeans. I'd like access to your cunt again anyway on the drive."

"The only other thing I have to wear is the dress I wore yesterday. It smells like sex I climaxed so much in it."

"Wear your jeans to breakfast and I'll ask if anyone has something you can borrow."

Rosilyn nodded and got out of bed. She took a quick shower and put on a t-shirt and her jeans, no underwear. Her nipples were like hard pebbles under her t-shirt. The rough material of her jeans kept rubbing against her pubic lips, keeping her aroused. Marty and Yolanda had already gone to the main house, but Karl waited for her to finish. He gave her a tonsil touching kiss and rubbed his hands over her near naked breasts, making her nipples even harder and more prominent.

At the house, Rosilyn was introduced to Karl's aunt, Ethel, her college friend, Georgina, and Georgina's two daughters, Elaine and Beth. Karl held her chair for her to sit at the dining table, then grabbed and caressed her boobs while kissing her neck. Rosilyn was once again embarrassed, but aroused. Karl asked if anyone had a skirt Rosilyn could borrow, "Something matching this lovely pink tee," Karl said, pinching her nipples.

"I've got just the thing," Elaine said, "a burgundy skirt. Let me get it for you."

She returned a few minutes later with a nice, though short, skirt, handing it to Karl.

"Try it on," Karl said.

"Where's a bathroom?" Rosilyn asked.

"You don't need a bathroom. Just change. You're among friends."

Rosilyn tried to resist, but Karl insisted she change immediately. Once again, she gave up and stripped off her jeans, trying to put the skirt on as fast as possible, but Karl wouldn't hand her the skirt.

"Doesn't she have a pretty pussy?" Karl said, holding her arms out so she couldn't cover herself. "I've almost got her trained the way I like women, subservient and almost naked."

"You're such a kidder, Karl," Ethel said. "Let the poor girl put her skirt on."

Karl nuzzled up against her back again and stroked her bare pussy. "Yep, almost trained." He handed Rosilyn the skirt and she scurried to put it on, aware six people were watching her bare bottom. She was blushing furiously when she sat back down. Karl embarrassed her further when he smelled the crotch of her jeans. Everything Karl did was both infuriating and confusingly exciting. Karl sat beside her and pretty much ignored her as he talked to the others except for his left hand which he left high on her thigh, inches from her now seeping pussy, lightly stroking her.

"Well, Ethel, I hate to eat and run," Karl said, "but it's finals week next week and I've got to get some studying done before I go out dancing tonight. Elaine, thanks for the loan of the skirt. I'll either buy you a new one or get this one back to you."

He hugged his aunt and planted brief kisses on the cheeks of the other three and the four of them left. Karl didn't put the vibrator inside her on the way home, telling Rosilyn it had no charge left, but he'd have it charged for their dancing tonight. Marty rode in the front with Karl and Rosilyn had to ride in the back with Yolanda. Yolanda nodded off and Rosilyn might have done the same but Karl insisted Rosilyn raise her skirt enough he could see her bare pussy and masturbate for him. At this point, she was pretty much doing whatever Karl wanted, so without protest, she raised her skirt up her thighs and spread her legs so Karl could watch in the rear view mirror as she stroked herself as he drove. He was seemingly disinterested as he listened to the Y2K station on SiriusXM, though every time she tried to stop, he told her to continue. Marty couldn't see Rosilyn without turning around and Yolanda was asleep, so it was just the two of them; Rosilyn masturbating and Karl watching. She climaxed four times before Karl let her stop.

Before he dropped her off, they went to a sex toy shop where he bought two more Lush 2 vibrators, giving one to Marty and Yolanda and saying to Rosilyn he might put the other one in her ass when they went dancing tonight. "Both of them vibrating inside you while you dance would drive you nuts, don't you think."

Rosilyn wanted to scream at Karl there was no way she'd allow him to put one in her ass, but she looked at him calmly smiling at her when he said it and she realized if he insisted, she'd probably bend over and let him shove it in, so she said nothing, hoping he wouldn't ask.

When they reached her apartment, Karl reached into the glove compartment and removed the sack with her underwear. "You can keep the bra. I'm keeping the panties as a souvenir since you fucked me. I'll hang them on my bedpost where I put all the others."

He was treating her like a cheap slut and she was letting him do it.

Karl walked her back to her door, carrying her bag, the complete gentleman, until he kissed her. Then he put his hand on her naked ass, squeezing it. "I'll pick you up at seven-thirty," Karl said. "No underwear." Rosilyn nodded, breathless after the kiss. It was like Karl had her wrapped around his little finger and she was ready to do whatever he wanted.

******

Chloe dropped Marty and Yolanda off. "I can't believe what you have her doing," Marty said.

"It surprised me as well. I expected her to put up more of a fight, but she'll be licking Fiona's and Dianne's cunts tonight, at the club."

"She won't do it there," Marty said. "No fucking way. You even said she's a lesbian hater."

"She will. It's not even a question in my mind any more."

"Wanna bet?" Marty said.

"Sure. Name your stakes."

"The looser licks Yolanda's cunt at the club tonight."

"Yolanda, he's throwing you out there. Probably wants to see you making out with a woman again, if I know Marty. What do you say? If I lose, are you ready for another woman licking your pussy again?"

"I can't say I didn't enjoy it the first time, although I hate to give him the satisfaction of watching. How confident are you?"

"I'm positive or I wouldn't be betting."

"Fine, loser can lick my cunt."

"I'll pick you up at 7:15."

Chloe drove to Sophia's where Matt and her slave had spent the night, seeing to Sophia. "I'm going to need the car one more time, tonight. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all."

Chloe told them all what had happened yesterday. They were surprised to hear everything Rosilyn submitted to. Dianne imagined herself if Rosilyn's place and found herself becoming aroused.

"She didn't know you were fucking her with a strap-on?" Dianne asked.

"It was dark, her hands were tied to the bed so she couldn't touch me and I told her I was wearing a condom. I even put a condom on the strap-on so it would feel like a condom. I have a very life like strap-on. It would be hard to tell in the dark without using your hands."

Sophia wanted to see the denouement. "Any objection to my coming to the club tonight?"

"Not as long as you come with Dianne, Erin and Fiona. Dianne can get you when they drop me off to pick up your car."

"I'll see you there then."

******

The three spent the rest of the day studying for finals week. Before it was time to leave, Chloe touched up her makeup and slipped into another set of men's clothes she'd borrowed from costumes in the theater department. He gave Dianne the other Lush she'd bought earlier, fully charged and told her to wear it to the club tonight. 'Karl' borrowed Sophia's car one last time, and Matt and he went to pick up Barbara, both of them getting in the third row seats, Marty and Yolanda, who got in the second row, and finally Rosilyn. Before going to her house, Karl discussed some of his plans for the upcoming evening.