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Tales From The Dark Side

 

 

  Case Number: 24769.......Barbie Part I

 

  I found Kenneth Bowells to be one of my more interesting case studies for the erotica files.  Through eye witness accounts and testimony I have managed to compile an in depth report on the events leading up to his disappearance.  Tragically though, as of this date this report can no longer be considered an historical document because after it became known my findings were to be publicized, the supporting documentation and public records pertaining to Kenneth’s case have since mysteriously disappeared.  Which resulted in the investigation coming to a subsequent dead end, leaving me no option but to file Ken’s case as unsolved.  Due to what appears to be a high level cover-up and a possibly dangerous element operating behind the scenes, I have opted to change some of the names in this report in order to protect the innocent.

  In order to understand Kenneth Bowells, it should be noted he was considered to be what some would call a ladies man.  Kenneth openly professed himself as being a die hard player...a "use them and loose them" type of guy.  And during his youth he systematically learned to use his outward attractiveness to gain his own selfish ends.

  By the time he was an adult, he had it all, good looks, great body, fancy car and money.  To the casual observer his behavior was liken to peering into a few mirrors at the fun house, where his personality tended to be a little duel natured and the reflection of his true self was elusive.  At first glance one could say he has the graces and faults of a young child.  On the good side he can be sweet and on occasion nurturing, but when he turns bad, the bad turns all the more worse being the charmer that he is.

  Life to him was a game which must always be full of fresh moves and continuous entertainment.  He was the type of person that once he sets his mind on something, he'll use any weapon in his devious armory, from unscrupulous cunning plots to outright lying in order to achieve his desired goal.  In the aftermath of his schemes, he always managed to escape the blame for his actions by manipulating the justification onto other people.  And always wrapped it up with a tête-à-tête deceiving bow backed with all the charm he could muster up.

  His personality ultimately became wrought with the arrogance brought on by the ease of his success.  Sadly he acquired most of the money for his business deals, by swindling money from innocent women.  He had been warned on many occasions to change his evil ways, but he chose to ignore the warnings.  As far as he was concerned, he was living the lifestyle and everyone else was just jealous... He genuinely was the type of guy that you would just love to hate.  Everything appeared to be a game with Kenneth, but little did he know...he was about to get himself involved in a dangerous game that would soon land him... in the E-Zone.

  My investigation began in early spring 2004, at a waterfront penthouse in southeast Portland Oregon, where Ken lived in a custom renovated condo.  Ken could have easily afforded a higher end home in West Raleigh Hills or the Happy Valley area but he just loved the view of the Willamette River from his patio.  The Shellwood shops and restaurants nearby, along with the easy commute to downtown Portland all came together to form a wonderful location for business and play as far as he was concerned.

  When you first enter his home, there is a short foyer that leads to an open air type setting.  On the right, is a somewhat above average size kitchen with an island and open wall layout on two sides.  There's an L-shaped breakfast bar which separates the dining area on the far right and the living room is directly forward of the dining area and kitchen.

  Also adjacent to the dining area is a lengthy hallway that leads to three bedrooms and bath.  Most of his furnishings are high tech, minimal with a good balance of contemporary.  You could say that his condo is a smooth mixture of contemporary design and ultra modern.  The hardwood floors dotted with colorful throw rugs, create a classy blended contrast against his furnishings. The living room, decorated with plants and expensive pottery, has a wood burning fireplace and the adjacent wall where the patio is located was recently replaced with all glass panels to complement the over-sized glass doors.

  And it's in the living room, where we find Ken, sitting on his sofa getting a blow job.  "Aw yea baby, that's it, that's why I love you so much."  Ken picks up his phone and starts dialing a number.  The girl raises her head, uncertain about what he's doing.  He abruptly pushes her head back down plunging his member back into her mouth.  "Naw, naw, naw, don't stop baby...you got me feeling all hot and really freaky right now...we're getting ready to get into some wild freaky shit here...I'm calling my buddy, he's really fucking shy and likes to get off listening to phone sex.

  Poor bastard, he's real lousy with women...but don't worry he doesn't know you...He's a real nerd and I just like to fuck with him sometimes."  Ken grabs her head, forcing her bobbing to go a little faster.  "Oh yea, come on, suck my dick... this is going to be fun baby, you'll see."  He goes back to dialing the number and gets a little impatient waiting for an answer. "Come on, come on, pick up the phone you little putz.... Hello?"  Ken attempts to disguise his voice.  "Hey pal, I heard you like to get off listening to chicks suck dick over the phone....That’s right...This aint no prank my friend, listen to this..."

  Ken puts the phone near the girls mouth so the sloshing sound and muffled moans could clearly be heard.  Ken raises his voice. "Come on you naughty slut!  Suck my dick...Come on... harder...You like that dirty talk don’t you?  Oh yea, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?  You like having my hot dick in your mouth...Come on, suck it…harder...You’re gonna be our naughty little slut tonight, aren’t you?"

  Her moans begin to get a little excited as she starts getting into what's happening.  He picks the phone back up.  "Hey man, you like that shit?  You trying to get off? … Yea? … You want to cum in her mouth, huh?  You want to hear me cum in her mouth?  Alright man, get ready…you can cum in her mouth to.”  He puts the phone on a pillow next to them and starts making her gag a little as he gets loud again.  "Oh yea that's it... Come on suck it baby, you’re going to make me cum...You ready to taste my hot cum in your mouth you fucking naughty slut?  You like it when I talk dirty...It’s making you hot, isn’t it?  Come on, gag on my dick bitch!  Gag on it…”

  Streams of saliva from her gagging start dripping from her mouth, flowing down Kens member and her chin as she tried in vain to pull back a little from the deep plunging.  “Oh yea, that’s it, let it run down your chin.”  He takes the head of his penis and rubs the saliva around her lips and mouth.  Then he pulls her head back and starts spanking her lips with his huge member.  “Come on, open your mouth wide and stick that tongue out…Oh yea…you like that huh…you like sucking big dicks…”  He plunges his thick member back into her mouth.  “Come on, suck my dick like a real slut…That’s it…suck my dick you fucking bitch!  Now put your hand in your panties and play with yourself…Come on baby, do it now…that’s it…nice and easy…do it…do yourself while you’re sucking my dick…Oh yea, get that pussy nice and wet…that’s it…Oh yea…rub it…work those fingers…good girl…get that pussy nice and slippery…Come on baby, do it…”

  She slowly slides her hand beneath her dress and begins to massage her crotch.  Then gradually, she works her fingers inside her panties as she becomes more immersed into the intensity and the heat of the moment.  “Are you getting your panties nice and wet baby?  Are you ready to get fucked?  You want this big dick between those sweet legs of yours…spreading your tight pussy lips?  Sliding deep inside you until you feel like you want to scream?”  He wraps her hair firmly around his hand.  “Then suck my dick like a real slutty bitch!  Come on baby, be a slutty little whore…that’s it, suck it baby…show me how bad you want to get fucked…Come on suck it…Harder…Harder…Oh I’m gonna cum in your mouth…Get ready for my hot juice you naughty fucking girl!...You ready baby?  You ready for my steamy hot cum"  Then he yells towards the phone, "Aw fuck man, I'm getting ready to cum in her mouth... I'm gonna make her fucking swallow all of it." 

  He turns his attention back to her, gripping her head with both hands and drastically forces her head to bob faster.  "Suck that dick!...Suck it!...Oh fuck yea...You’re our slutty little whore aren’t you?...Oh yea…keep working those fingers in your pussy baby…get those panties soaking wet for me…I’m gonna fuck you hard bitch…I’m gonna fuck you real hard…get ready baby….I’m gonna cum so fucking hard in your mouth…get ready baby…get ready…here it comes…here it comes…here it.....Ohhhhhhhh Shiiiiiit!!!...Ohhhhh Fuck…Ahuuuuuuh!!!  Swallow it...that's it…Oh fuck yea…all of it."

  Kens body twitches frantically and then goes limp for a moment as he reaches for the phone on the pillow.  "That was fucking awesome man...did you get off?  Did it feel like you came in her mouth? ... Yea? ... I made her swallow all of it man, every drop…Here, say something dirty to her, she likes that kind of shit...It's ok, she really likes it..."  Ken motions her up onto the sofa by his side and whispers with a sinister giggle, "Come on, say something dirty to the poor shmuck."  She takes the phone, giggles and then coos seductively, "Hey lover boy, did you like cuming in my mouth?"

  There is a brief, pause then the sound of a stunned male voice comes over the phone, "Carol?  Oh my god!  Carol?"  Her smile shifts to quivering oval and the traumatized shocked look on her face begins to turns as pale as if she saw a ghost.  She begins to tremble as she slams the phone down.   "You son of a bitch!"  She screams hysterically at Ken.  "That was my god damn husband you fucking asshole!" she continues to get increasingly hysterical, cursing Ken, swinging her arms and accidentally knocks over a lamp on the end table.

  Ken jumps up, "Hey, hey, Carol calm down” he looks at the broken lamp, “Aw Christ, are you gonna pay for that?" he says in a squeaky arrogant voice.  "What!??!" she screams.  Ken callously replies, "Do you know how much I paid for that lamp?  Aw forget it, we'll talk about it later...Hey you've been saying you wanted to divorce him, I just figured I'd speed up the process that's all."  Carol frantically straightens out her clothes and grabs her coat, tears now streaming down her face as she completely ignores Ken.  "I got to get the hell outta here... I don't believe this fucking shit!"  She screams, as she heads for the door.

  Ken making one last half hearted attempt to calm her down.  "Come on Carol... Hey you still got the upper hand...He was jerking himself off and acting just as fucked up as you were...just flip it around on him baby.  That's all you have to do."  She screams back at him, “How could you do this to me!  If you didn’t want me around, why didn’t you just say so you fucked up demented ass hole!  I swear to God, you are going to pay motherfucker!  You’re gonna fucking die, you son of a bitch!”

  She slams the door as she leaves with such a vengeance it shakes the paintings on the wall. Ken just stands there for a moment redoing his pants and shirt...then looks over towards his broken lamp.  "Aw man... that lamp cost me seven hundred dollars...what's wrong with that stupid bitch?  She is definitely going to pay for that…on second thought…Fuck it…her husband is just going to have to pay an extra two grand, if he wants the video tape…Hell, that was a matching set…" he mumbles to himself.  Unbeknownst to Carol, her husband who was a wealthy real estate investor had her under surveillance and already knew about her affair with Ken.  He approached Ken about three weeks ago and offered him seventy five thousand dollars to set up this charade so he could use it in his divorce.

  Just at that moment, Kens roommate, Ron, emerges from down the hall out of his bedroom. Ken looks over at Ron, "Wow, I guess you heard all of that huh?  Can you believe that crazy broad broke my fucking lamp and didn't even try to offer to pay for it?" speaking in a tone as if he sincerely believed she was at fault.  Ken's room mate used to play the field along with him.  But something happened to cause him to change his ways and he’s just dating one girl now.  Despite Kens prodding, he has never spoken a word about what happened to cause him to change, but he has a laid back demeanor now which sometimes acts as a grounding source and the voice of reason for Ken whenever he gets out of hand. 

  Ron does a lot of volunteer work in the community and can no longer afford the elaborate lifestyle he once lived.  Ken lets him stay there out of friendship and the added security for his home when he’s out of town.  "Ken I've know you for a long time man and I got to tell you...that was some really foul shit you just pulled...she may have been cheating on her husband, but she really was nice girl... You shouldn't have done that."

  Ken tries to defend himself as he retrieves the video camera he had hidden in a plant across the room, "Aw man... She’s been talking that divorce her husband crap for the past three weeks... Her husband had already figured out she was screwing with me and cut off her money before I could score... Except he didn’t know I was trying to hit her bank account and offered me seventy five grand to set her up… Ironically it was pretty close to what I was going to hit her up for, so I had to cut my losses and just run with what he offered... If you ask me, I did her a favor... I was going to hit her up for about a hundred…hundred ten, so I saved her about forty G’s... She should be happy when she finds out and hopefully she'll split the savings with me…”

  Ken chuckles at his warped humor and continues, “Besides, I had to cut her loose before her husband started snooping into my shit and that would have been a real problem… You know I can’t have that going on… But don’t worry dude, she'll be back...Girls love good dick...she wont be able to resist me...she needs the good fuckings that she gets from me.  My dick is like a drug.  You know what I mean?  You know the game, Mr. ex-player…"  His room mate smiles and does a mild guru spiel, "Things change Ken, there's a line you just don't cross and you've crossed it my friend... You caused a cosmic imbalance when you crossed that line…cha-ching…and the universe is going to want re-payment... a little payback...The way I figure it, your only allowed so many wrongs before you have to start making things right dude...Besides...Ken, your getting married next week!...What are you thinking?...Dude, you got to slow it down...You're digging yourself one hell of a cosmic grave my friend..."  "Aw cosmic smhoswik...You're just pussy whipped ya little wuss."

  Ken begins to playfully shadow box with Ron like they were in high school again.  "Yea right Kenny...your the one slipping on your shinny new ball and chain next week...You know I taught you everything you know chump...If it wasn't for me you'd still be looking for a date at the zoo."  They stop and Ron asks, “Ken, your business is doing well…you don’t need the money…why do you keep risking everything hustling women for money?” Ron heads towards the hall closet to get his coat as Ken replies, "It’s the thrill of the chase my man…can’t get it out of my system."  "Where ya headed?" Ken asks attempting to steer off the subject.  "I'm taking Barb out for a bite to eat and we might take in a movie."  Ken then inquires, "Hey, when am I going to meet this mysterious Barb that’s got you all goofy?"  "Ken you have lost your mind if you think I'm gonna bring my sweet little Barb around a shark like you...F.O.R.G.E.T...it...Besides I don't think she cares for the night club scene to much anymore....what are you doing for the rest of the night?"  

  Kens mind slips into a somber mode for a moment, as Ron heads for the door, "I think I'm just going to fix a quick bite to eat and chill out...You know Ron... maybe you're right.." Ken says as he looks at the broken lamp.  "Maybe I will think about slowing it down a bit."  Ron has one last parting tidbit of advice just before he exits the door, "I don't know man...all I can say is that I wouldn't want to be you on judgment day when it’s time to pay up for all the shit you've pulled in your life my friend.  You should seriously think about changing your ways."  Ken snaps out of it laughingly, "Oh fuck you Mr. Wussie...If there are girlie angles up there, they're gonna want some of this angelic dick of mine...they won’t be able to resist…they’ll sneak me past the pearly gate check-point to get at this divine dick…"  Ken starts doing a little muscleman posing and Ron replies in musical sarcastic voice as he closes the door, "What makes you think you'll be traveling that direction my friend....Catch ya later."  Ken just speaks to the closed door in an uncertain goofy voice, "Hey I can do flaming hot pussy too... I got a hot dick... I'm flexible!”

  Ken shrugs off their conversation, puts the video recorder away and starts to clean up the debris from the broken lamp when the phone rings.  It's one of his potential victum-slash-girlfriends, "Hello... Betty, hey good looking, long time no hear from."  He flops on the sofa getting ready to crank up the lie factory.  "You’re kidding.  You raised the money for the investment I told you about?  Excellent!  That’s why I love you so much Betty you’re a real go-getter… Guess what, you caught me just in the nick of time.  I was just about to head out to put together a deal with a client of mine, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll just cancel with them tonight so you can come on by and we’ll sigh the papers....Naw, naw, it's no trouble, sometimes I have to do clients like that…It keeps them hooked you know?... Yea, I'll do that especially for you babe.  So how about I fix us up a little dinner and you drop by around seven o’clock, okay?  Hey and don't forget your checkbook.  I’ll get the papers together and we can seal the deal with a kiss.....Stop that naughty girl, we'll seal it with a kiss after we sign the papers....Uh huh....See you at seven.... Okay...Kisses love....bye."

  Ken jumps up and hastily starts cleaning up the apartment.  "That's what I'm talking about" he says to himself.  "A bitch with money is just like a bus, if you miss one, the next isn’t far behind."  The phone rings again, this time it’s his fiancé.  "Hello?  Oh hey snuggle buns!  Aw golly, I completely forgot...Oh sweetie pie, my little snuggle buns, I've got a meeting with some very important clients tonight...Yea, these are some heavy weights on a major deal and I don't think I can get out of it, they're from out of town…can we do this tomorrow?...Okay sweetums, I’ll definitely be by tomorrow okay?...Okay my darling, can you forgive your hard working man?  I just want a good life for us, you understand, don't you baby?...Okay sweetums, that's why I love you so much baby...you’re so understanding…I gotta go now baby...call you first thing tomorrow okay?...Okay baby, I love you to...Kisses...Bye."  Ken sings to himself, “Oh it’s so good to be me…women just can not resist.” and immediately goes back to preparing his apartment as if the phone call from his fiancé never happened.

   And that was classic Ken in a nutshell.  It was his firm belief that his large male member or manhood was given to him for inducing women to crave his penius like moths to a flame.  He believes that his penuis is a gift from the gods intended to keep women in line and he was given a special talent for seducing women into his dedicated servants for his sole pleasure.  He genuinely feels as long as he is having sex with a woman she'll be totally committed to becoming his little plaything and financial provider.  His penius was absolute power in his mind and far as he was concerned, women crave it like a drug.  He sincerely believes they will do anything for it.  Ken has been using his charm and good looks to swindle women out of money for years and has built an impressive financial empire.  He's long since reached a position of financial freedom and long since been beyond the need to swindle anyone.  Sadly he continues his misguided behavior simply for the thrill and fun of it.  And despite the fact he's about to get married, he has no intention of ever slowing down his pace.

   Ken finishes cleaning up the mess from the broken lamp and rearranges the room slightly to compensate for not having lamps on the end tables.  He puts the other matching lamp away in his spare bedroom closet.  “Time for a quick shower” he says as he heads for his bedroom.  It’s a spacious and sophisticatedly decorated bedroom that would be fit for James Bond himself.  It has a large gas fireplace across from the bed with a wall mounted plasma TV above it.  There are over-sized glass doors similar to the ones in his living room leading to the balcony on the other side of the bed and a wet bar in the adjacent corner.  It has an elaborate master bath with a walk in closet that is about the size of an average bed room.  Ken has always been a stickler for fine clothing and has a collection that would rival most movie stars.  He picks out an outfit for the evening and heads for the master bath to take his shower.

 

To be continued...

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