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     Used.. and Used Again...
     John J. Jones



       Really,  I  never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought,
maybe,
     but it was never good. I'd seen the stuff on screen and it made me
angry
     more  than  anything.  The thought I had was more along the line of
what
     I'd  do  to  the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like
that on
     me.  I'd  be  seriously  pissed.  They'd never GET me in the
position to
     allow  myself  to  be  tied  up.  I'd kick their little asses. Then
came
     Carol.



       At  this time, I was a business consultant for a major consulting
firm
     in New York. Now I practically run the show. My brother works with
me in
     the   business,   although  we  rarely  go  on  the  same
accounts.  He
     occasionally  introduced  me  to an attractive secretary or client
and I
     did the same. Hey, work's gotta be fun SOMETIMES!



      It didn't start out anything like bondage. As a matter of fact,
she had
     asked  me  about  it and I laughed and said there was no way I
would let
     myself  be tied down and helpless by anyone. No way. There was no
one in
     the  world  I  trusted  well  enough to have me tied helpless, MUCH
LESS
     helpless and naked. She laughed and said she understood.



       Carol  was a very attractive redhead that my brother had
introduced me
     to. She was about 22 years old and LOVED to party. I was 26 at the
time.
     We  had  been going out on and off for about a year. We were both
seeing
     other people. I went to her apartment once, and she answered the
door in
     a super short teddy. Her hair was a little tussled and she was
trying to
     hide  behind the door. She was obviously a little embarrassed and
giggly
     and  asked  if I could come by the next night. I agreed, and just
before
     she  closed  the door, I caught a glimpse of her visitor in a front
room
     mirror  as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. I didn't
see her
     face,  but  her body and hair looked fantastic! She had long wavy
golden
     blonde  hair,  that ran about 5 inches or so past her shoulders,
and was
     wearing  black  panties.  From  what  I  could see in the short
time, it
     looked  like  she  wasn't  wearing a bra. Either Carol had more
than one
     guest, or she was bisexual... or both!



       I  debated  about  whether or not I should mention what I saw the
next
     night.  By the time I was at her door, I had come to the conclusion
that
     it was probably none of my business and unless she ever brought it
up, I
     wouldn't talk about it. We were supposed to be going out that
night, but
     she  changed  our  plans  and  rented a few movies. We sat and
watched a
     couple of action flicks and shared some "intimate" moments at which
time
     we  missed  some  of  the  movies (Gee, too bad...). At one time we
were
     fooling  around  and  she pushed me off of the couch and onto the
floor.
     She  pounced  on  me like a playful tiger and held my arms to the
floor,
     sitting on my stomach and kissed my face, neck and mouth
passionately.



       THAT  turned me on. But it was something I knew I was in control
of. I
     could  have  pushed  her  off  any  time.  After  licking  my
ears  and
     practically  sucking the tongue out of my mouth, she sat up
slightly and
     asked  if  I  liked it. I smiled so big the corners of my mouth
probably
     touched my earlobes. I told her it was a real turn-on.



      The rest of the evening was great. We fucked, sucked, and
generally had
     a  sex-fest  until 4am. At that time, of course, we were in her
bed. She
     said  she  had to be at work at 8:30, and would like to try to get
a few
     hours sleep.



       I  washed up and got dressed. While I was drying off from my
shower, I
     thought  I  heard her on the phone in her living room. She came
from the
     kitchen as I was buttoning up my shirt coming from the bedroom. She
gave
     me  a  deep,  long  kiss  goodby  just  before I went out of the
door. I
     stepped out into the hallway and noticed that she was looking past
me. I
     turned,  and  about  6  feet  down  the hall, on the other side, I
saw a
     fantastic  pair  of  legs,  a  very  short robe and excellent
ass-cheeks
     tightly  wrapped  in small black lacy panties. That was ALL I saw
at the
     moment,  because  the  young  lady  was  bent over away from us,
picking
     something up from the floor.



       I  managed  to  turn  away,  because  I  didn't  want  Carol to
see me
     practically  drool in the hall. Somewhat red, I'm sure, I looked
back at
     her. She had a smile on her face that was half "uh-huh, caught
you!" and
     half  "nice,  isn't  it?"  She  winked and said goodby as she
closed the
     door.



       Just about then, the girl on the other side straightened up and
turned
     around.  She  gave  me  a wide-eyed look of "surprise" for a
moment, not
     even  attempting  to  cover  herself,  then looked me over and said
"I'm
     sorry,  excuse me." With a smile. It was her. It had to be the same
girl
     I  saw  the  night  before in Carol's apartment. She had the same
golden
     blonde  hair and was about the same build. She kept her eye on me
as she
     slowly moved into her apartment and closed the door.



       Whoa,  I  thought...  I suppose I've got to give Carol credit for
good
     taste,  anyway.  What  a  fox!  She must have been about the same
age as
     Carol, but she was taller, and had a slightly more rounded ass.



       I  was on my way to a client's house later the next day, when my
pager
     went  off.  I  looked  down, and it was Carols' number. I called
and she
     sounded like she was in a VERY good mood, like she had been
partying. It
     was almost time for me to end the day anyway, so I called the
client and
     asked  if I could come by early the next afternoon. They agreed,
because
     it was almost time for their office to close up as well. I headed
off to
     Carol's  apartment. She had asked me to pick up a bottle of wine or
two,
     or  three.  That  supported my idea that she already had a head
start. I
     picked up a few bottles of cold Spumante and headed over.



      It was movie time again. She said she enjoyed herself so much last
time
     that she wanted to do it again. There was something about her this
time.
     She  was  dressed in a sexy, tight, somewhat short red dress. Her
bright
     flowing  red  hair  practically  looked  like  it  was  on fire
over the
     shoulders of her dress. It was all a little disheveled, probably
because
     she  had  already been drinking a little and looked extremely
relaxed. I
     could see the tops of her nylons, because the dress was a little
crooked
     on  her  legs.  But  the  thing  that really got me was her eyes


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