In The Bank Manager's Cupboard. Part Four

Crouched uncomfortably in front of the keyhole, David
was torn between two desires. The first to release his
orgasm now, he had never been so turned on in his life.
The second to hold off, he wanted to enjoy the vision
he was witnessing and he knew it would be less
pleasurable after his orgasm. He pulled out his
handkerchief, he must not spurt all over the door, that
was for sure!

Resplendently comfortable, Karin didn't care if David
ejaculated or not. The power of exciting a man with her
body, the denying him her self, trapping him into her
control. These, and her plans for what she would do
with him, and to him, filled her mind as she cried out
with her first orgasm. Moaning in ecstasy, at the same
time she watched as David spurted his seed into his
handkerchief. Karin built up to her second orgasm
gently, and as her third orgasm overtook her, she was
amused to see David wanking a second ferocious
erection. Her cries turned to load moaning as she
orgasmed a fourth, fifth and sixth time.

Karin flicked a switch above her head and plunged her
own room into darkness. She watched, stifling a giggle,
as David dejectedly gave up his position at the door.
By the dim light from the T.V. set she lit a cigarette.
The cigarette after being the only real pleasure
smoking held. She smiled as she watched David standing
by the toilet, pumping furiously at his erection, his
trousers and pants round his ankles. It occurred to
her, not for the first time, that men were just like
puppets on a string. Karin felt warm and gloriously
powerful as she planned her next move.

David moaned as his second orgasm approached, his mind
filled with memories. Karin's foot on his prick,
pictures of the flash of black stocking and white flesh
as thigh crossed thigh. Memories of the rasping sound
of nylon, the rustle of p.v.c., the swish of femininity
as she walked. The zipper exposing Karin's lingerie
covered body as she undressed, her orgasmic moans and
cries. Just as he felt the twitch of his oncoming
ejaculation, his room was plunged into darkness.

Karin listening to David as she watched him, had timed
the action perfectly. She had flicked the second switch
above her head, and she heard him groan with agony as
his orgasm was ruined by the shock. He stumbled around
looking for the light switch that wasn't there. Karin
giggled as she heard him bump into things. The camera
wasn't picking up any picture, but the microphone
worked perfectly. The perfect end to the day, Karin
thought, she would sleep well tonight.

David's night was disturbed, he flopped down into bed,
frustrated and confused. The evening hadn't turned out
quite as he had hoped, but it could have been a lot
worse. After all it wasn't everyday you got to watch a
sexy woman like Karin masturbating and in the throes of
sexual abandon. Looking on the bright side, he might be
in with a chance with her, and his employment prospects
had taken a definite turn for the better.

'Early start', she had said, but tomorrow was Sunday?
Perhaps she was a workaholic. His sleep was fitful, he
was disorientated and unsettled with no idea of the
time. There was no window in his room, he could see
nothing at all in the total pitch black of the cubicle.