1 comments/ 67558 views/ 1 favorites Krystal Ch. 01 By: Mr Thick Krystal is a lovely woman. I met her when I was temping at some company or other. Very beautiful eyes and a smile that wasn't quite perfect, which made it all the more beautiful. We began with casual conversation, and after a while, as often is the case, the topic of sex came up. I found out that she wasn't that experienced with other people, and in fact, the one person that she had before really shouldn't count, due to circumstances that will not be mentioned. As we sat talking, I noticed that she behaved slightly different towards me...not something completely obvious, but... well, she laughed... I know she laughs around many people, but for some reason, I made her laugh quite a bit, without trying quite so hard. One day, she caught me doing something, that I hate being caught doing... I was staring at her breasts through her shirt... and I knew I was caught, but I did something she didn't quite expect.... I continued looking... and she realized that she was only slightly uncomfortable with me looking at her breasts... her nipples started stiffening under her shirt, and they were thick, and very appetizing... after what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, she started to cover them with her arms. Before she could get her arms into place, I said one word...the word that changed our relationship forever.... I simply uttered the word "stop"...her arms stopped where they were, then slowly moved out the way... she even seemed to lean back a little to push her breasts a little towards me, like she was proud to share them with me, for the remainder of the evening, she wouldn't dare cover her breasts, and I felt that the spell had begun to be woven...that she was slowly becoming mine, and she would have no regrets in doing so. So, as we approached Krystal's house, I told her that I would like to come in for a few minutes. In addition, there was a slight smile on her face. I don't know if I talked her into it, or if she had already wanted it, but we both knew that I would have my way with her...and she was all right with that. I think the first shock of the evening occurred when I walked in the door, and closed it behind me. I looked into her eyes, reached down to my zipper, and pulled out my cock. The second shock was the fact that she wasn't embarrassed...she wasn't shy. She seemed to expect it, as well as expecting my next word; "kneel" as she did, I stepped forward, and placed the head of my cock on her lips, and she looked up at me, almost pleading with her eyes, and with a nod from me, she opened her mouth, and passionately kissed the head of my cock, as she seemed that this was the moment she waited years for. She wasn't an expert at sucking cock (yet), but she was very enthusiastic... after a moment or two, she looked up at me... and took one of her hands to wipe the spit off her face... I took her hand from her face, and placed it on the shaft of my cock, as I whispered, "you looked sexier with the spit on your face... now... can you unbutton your blouse and take off your bra with one hand. She looked disappointed and said "no"... I told her that tomorrow, before work, and after work, she would practice, until she gets it right...for now, take off the shirt and the bra, and continue where you were, sucking this black cock. She did what she was told, I finally got to see those lovely pert little breasts that were so enjoyable to look at during dinner... her nipples stood at full attention, and I knew that they were mine for the enjoyment. For now, when you suck cock, use your hand to cup the balls, and stroke the cock, as you kiss, and suck, and lick the head, and the shaft... and make it as wet as possible... it makes guys think you are a good cock sucking slut. She winced at those words, and started to pull back; when I looked into her eyes... she softened for a moment, a slight bow of the head, then did as she was told. After a while, my thick cock was so wet, you could have sworn I was fucking her pussy and not her hand..., which is exactly how it should be. I told her she did well... then I slowly removed her from my cock, and leaned her back slightly... then, after a few strokes of my cock, I shot hot cum on her chin, and down the center of her chest, with stray drops over her nipples...Rub it in for me... I want to see you rub my cum into your nipples. And she did... she involuntarily pinched her nipples as she did... but she was learning, so I didn't stop her... Lick your fingers clean... and she did and moaned as she did. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. You did well, Krystal... I will train you to be the perfect slut. I must get to bed, since we work tomorrow... and when I leave, you may make yourself cum for being good for the first night. Then I kissed her cheek, and let myself out. I didn't hear the door lock behind me, and I don't know how long she stayed like that, but the next morning, when I walked by, she blushed ever so slightly, but didn't let on that anything happened... and that is the way I want it to be... my little secret. Krystal Ch. 02 A few days later, I went over to Krystal's office, since I had an assignment near by, and walked over to her desk. It took me a while, as when you walk into a place where you know everyone, everyone wants to talk to you and such. I finally made my way over to Krystal's cube. I told her meet me outside the door by the coke machine in 5 minutes. Before she could respond, I left, going to get my car, and parking right by the door I mentioned. When she got outside (4 minutes and 45 seconds later), I was relieved at how good she looked. She was wearing a lovely summery business dress that definitely held true to her figure. "Lift the skirt," I said as she smiled, paused a moment, then confused looked at me. "Lift the skirt," I said again. She slowly did, taking her time, not because she was trying to tease, but she could not believe I had her doing this at work. Finally, I started to see the off-white color of her panties. I told her to turn around, and verified it was not a thong. "Take off the underwear, this instant." She mouthed the word "what", but did not let it out, as she hooked her thumbs into her panties, and slid them down. "Hand them to me." She lowered her eyes and did so immediately. I took them and put them in my car. "From now on, you will wear nothing but thongs. I will check on you ever occasionally at work to make sure you are an obedient slut. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," she said, eyes still lowered. Good. You will meet me at that restaurant, Bobby's, right after work. You can meet me at the bar. I will have a table waiting when you get there. I then got in the car, watching her skirt slide into place. I drove off, making sure things were set for tonight. Before Krystal got to the restaurant, I arranged with a friend of mine that worked there, to keep a table for me that was out of the way, and unscrewed a light bulb, making it a little darker than the restaurant is normally. I was at the bar, watching whatever sports news was on and chillin with the bartender when Krystal came in, slightly unsure of why she showed up, and slightly nervous, but smiled when she noticed me. I finished my drink slowly, walked over to her, and whispered the order to follow me. I took her over to our table, and told her that before she could sit, she will lift her dress, placing her bare ass on the chair. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to question my orders. Nevertheless, when she realized that I had arranged it that she was in a dark corner, and no one could see her, she resigned herself to the fact that this is what she wanted. She raised her dress so that nothing was visible from the front, but her ass was exposed to the wall, and then slowly seated herself across from me. "Do you like being commanded and following those commands, Krystal?" "Yes sir." "Good. Spread your legs wide, over the sides of the chair." She did so, and I removed my right shoe, and placed my foot on the chair. "Scoot your ass closer to my foot, Krystal." She complied and felt my sock between her pussy lips, as I moved my toes to run up and down her slit, feeling the moisture through my sock. I picked up the menu, and started reading it, deciding on what I desired for the evening. After a couple of moments, I put my menu down, and looked at her. "I am sorry. I should have told you to pick up your menu and decide what you want. This is, after all a date... and I am sure you don't want to have too much attention on you as you sit there like this." As I pushed my toe between her pussy lips. After a few moments' times, (me trying hard to ignore her gasps as I continued toeing her pussy) the waiter came and took our orders. When the waiter left, I looked into her eyes. "I am looking for a new play toy. Someone to serve my whim and desires sexually. I have decided I want someone I could train and mold. I can tell by what you have done with me so far that at least the thought is there for you. The question is, do you wish to serve me? Do not answer me with a yes or no yet. You can answer as we leave tonight. Now is the one night you can comment freely, or ask questions. Do you understand?" "Yes sir. I understand. I...I just do not know. I have never been approached like this before, and I never even considered doing what I did the other night, let alone, sitting here like... this," she said as she blushed. I pushed my toe further into her pussy, making her pause to breathe deeper, as I pushed inside her. "I am not sure. I have never even thought about being submissive to anyone before. In addition, with you... it feels somewhat natural. I don't know. It just is kind of fast for now." as I pulled my toe from her pussy and ran the wetness over her pubic hair. "I understand. It takes a while to realize your true nature, especially in this day and age where people say you have to be assertive, and take what you want. No one will do it for you. But, when you agree, and I have a firm opinion you will, you will realize this great opportunity afforded to you." We participated in some idle chitchat, and I kept my foot firmly planted so that her legs would not close. The waiter seemed to notice part of her bare leg coming out from under the tablecloth. When Krystal saw this, she instinctively tried to close her legs as she blushed. I pushed my foot a little harder, where the heel of my foot pressed in between her pussy lips slightly. She understood, and left her legs the way they were. Halfway through the meal, I removed my foot and told her that she may close her legs if she wished. Krystal started to, but after situating herself, stretching her legs and such, her legs remained open, as she smiled at me. I knew she was to be mining soon. As the meal ended, we giggled and carried on. In addition, when the check came, I walked her to her car, and kissed her cheek. I told her to lift her skirt so I could see what I have been playing with all night. It took almost every ounce of will power I had to not take it forcefully. She smiled and said "If I only have the choices of yes or no right now, the answer is no. I … I don't think I am ready for it." I put my card in her glove compartment, and told her that when she was ready, call me. Slowly walked away, whistling, knowing that she would be mine soon enough. Krystal Ch. 02 {I was surprised by the feedback on this one calling for more. After all, this is more of a love story than a sex story. As I've mentioned before, it's also "based on a true story," of a friend of mine. That being said, reality is sometimes unpredictable and unpleasant, filled with highs and lows. I guess this is a warning that this isn't a typical "LaceAndHumiliation" type story.} * Best. Night. Ever. That's how I felt about my night with Krystal. I'd introduced her to some public exhibition at a drive through. She had given me head on the way home. Once home, I'd licked and tongued her to a number of orgasms. I went to sleep with the taste of her on me. I swear it was honey. It was the absolute nectar of the gods as far as I was concerned. We hadn't even fucked. I think we both had planned on it, but after fooling around for awhile like we did, we took a break and had some wine. It was late, she fell asleep naked, on my chest. We hadn't even made it off the couch. I awoke to see Krystal, already dressed. She was sitting in a chair and looking out the window. She was smoking a cigarette, something I rarely see her do. "Hey," I said sleepily. I felt my heart surge when I saw her. I realized it was real, not some fevered and vivid dream I'd had. "Hey," she said softly without looking at me. I have a background in psychology and even though I might not be the smartest guy in the world I knew something was wrong. "Krystal, are you all right?" I asked as I tried to get up while still retaining some modesty under cover. "Fine," she said without real emotion. "I just need to get home." "Ok," I said. I got dressed in the bathroom. I pretty much had expected or maybe just feared Krystal's reaction. It was remorse. The idea of an older man introducing her to some things she had previously thought was kinky worked when it was nighttime. However, in the cold light of day she no doubt saw the other side. She'd just let a man twice her age and nowhere near half her damned beauty do things with her she now regretted. We barely spoke on the drive to her house. Finally, I just couldn't stand it. "Krystal, I can see that you are regretting last night..." I saw her look at me with a look of pity. "I understand this is all new to you. I get that. But, before you go, let me just say something. First, it was the best night of my life. I've graduated college, I've been married, so many things, this was the best. Last night was special, I'll remember this always." I saw her look down in sadness, a tear was forming. "All that happened last night was that two people who obviously trust each other, like each other, got to enjoy each other with no commitment. I would never take you where you didn't want to go. If we're done then at least I want you to understand that you are incredible to me. You are the most beautiful woman that's ever graced god's green earth." "Wow," she joked while still wiping away a tear of regret. "So what really is the problem?" I asked. "We had sex, sort of, and I still think the world of you. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone that you don't want to know. And, it's not like I'm going to try and coerce you to do anything again. I'd love to, it will be difficult for me now that I've felt you, seen you. But, I mean it, it is all up to you. I won't stalk you or pester you. If you want more of what we had last night you just let me know, otherwise I'll try to stay out of your hair." I think my honesty, my forwardness in telling her exactly how it is, without the lies, the hidden agenda, disarmed her a bit. "Well, thank you Devin. I have to admit that you have been nothing if you haven't been truthful. You've been nothing but a gentleman, even if you were making me expose myself in public and tonguing me glory," she kidded. "How in the world did you learn to do that, anyway? She asked before stopping herself. She giggled, "never mind, I'm pretty sure I can guess." We said goodbye in the car. She leaned over and kissed me. It was one of those kisses where it was just long enough to think that maybe there was a chance but just short enough to wonder if it was just her way of saying goodbye for good. I left her alone to think things over. I stayed away for more than a week. I usually saw her several times a week at her bar (no, I'm not a big drinker, they have other games and things to do there). We did have each other's numbers still. I had to fight every minute of every single day to not text her and see how she was doing. I felt I'd pretty much laid it out already, anything more and I'd be crossing into the "stalking" territory. Finally, I returned on a Friday night. She was working. I said hi, I wasn't going to ignore her. She just flashed that Krystal smile that makes me melt into my shoes. She waited on me, she didn't avoid me. It's a place where they have 3 or 4 wait staff and as a customer you pretty much pick and choose who you want to wait on you. She couldn't let one of the others do it. I tried to hold down my flirting which was hard because every time I saw her face I thought of what we did. I thought of those incredibly pert and wonderful breasts, her soft, sweet pussy, her sexy lips on my cock, the thoughts were overwhelming. I was driving myself crazy. Finally, I was in the midst of one of games when Krystal came up and informed me that she was getting off soon. I fought the temptation to comment on the double entendre. I paid my bill but I wrote on it...."are you doing ok, I miss you already." She walked away without looking at it and I didn't see her again for an hour. I saw her sitting at the bar, chatting with her coworkers. She was being plied with shots from her friends. I mustered up the courage and walked over to her. It felt weird, it always does. I'm more than twice her age and with her coworkers and friends around it's like I'm an intruder, the odd man out. Now, in my defense, I will say that most of these younger people like me and don't mind hanging out, it's just the feeling I get when I'm around them. I finally got up next to her. She looked at me with a smile. "There you are!" She giggled. "I was thinking you were going to leave me by myself." "I didn't know you wanted me or I'd have been here sooner." "I know, I'm sorry. I'm just going through a lot. It is a lot to think of," she said, her voice emboldened by the alcohol. I laughed softly. "I can't do anything but think about it, about you," I said. "It's like I've been touched by a goddess and now I'm enchanted." "Aw, you are so sweet," she cooed. I know she had to think all those things I told her were just lines. In total honesty, I believe every one of them, the woman is all of that. She's it. I was reluctant to get my hopes up but it did seem she was receptive. I stayed close. She went outside for air and motioned for me to follow along. Finally, I got her alone. "I'm sorry about the last week," she said. "I've been going through a lot. My boyfriend and I have been on the outs for awhile." I had heard she used to have a boyfriend but I had no idea that they were still dating. "Are you two still dating?" I asked. "No, well, yes. Well, yes and no," she said stammering. We broke up a few times and we hadn't dated for awhile, but then he came back and we did go out this week." "So you two plan on trying to work things out?" "I don't know," she said honestly. "We've dated a long time, it just doesn't seem right, you know. He just doesn't feel like "the one" but then again I've not sure." "How does he treat you?" I asked. "Fine, ok. He's all right," she said defensively. "Is that what you want? You want fine? You want ok?" I wondered. "No, not really. Of course not," she countered. "I just don't know if it is me, or what." I said, " you know, honestly people always say how love is hard and relationships are difficult. I think that's bullshit. How does that other person make you feel? Are you better off with that person or without. Are you willing to do the work that it would take in a relationship, Is the other person worth all of that? I've been in love twice. Two times in my long life I've loved someone in a way that I think is true love. Both times that other person was it. I knew it. I didn't wonder about it. Maybe it is just me, but if anyone can tell if he's the one, shouldn't that be you? "I guess," she said with a long exhale. "I didn't mean to burden you with this," she said. "You are not burdening me. I'm still enchanted, remember?" I joked. "Ooo," she smiled. "Does that mean I can get you to do what I want?" I looked deeply into the most beautiful blue eyes in existence and said, truthfully. "I think I'd pretty much do anything you'd ever ask." "Gosh," she grinned. "That's a lot of responsibility." "Then make sure you only ask what you really want," I replied. She grabbed my shirt by the neckline and pulled me behind the building. She gave me a huge kiss. We basically devoured each other. "Ok, wow," I said, as I stopped only to take a breath. "You are such a good kisser," she said dreamily and kissed me again. This time she pulled back. "If you are so enchanted then I want you to show me more of that stuff we talked about." I could feel my cock stir. "Stuff, what stuff?" I asked with a mischievous grin. I knew, I just loved hearing her have to say it. "The dirty stuff," she said bashfully. You and your ex, the things you did. Show me. You haven't even fucked me yet," she pouted. "I don't know, my ex and I got kind of wild," I said as I gauged her reaction. "I know," she hissed. "That's what I want, show me." "You'd better be careful," I warned lustily. "You just might get it." "Good," she said as she put her lips on me again. I grabbed her nipples through her top and pinched them. I held them and tugged her into me. She groaned. "Yes, like that." We barely made it to the car. We were stumbling, kissing, fondling on the way. I knew we were in front of the business, the alcohol must've lowered her inhibitions. I pointed that out to her once we were in the car. "You know people at your work might be able to see you getting all hot and heavy with an old man," I teased. "Fuck them," she panted. "Better yet, fuck me." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Totally, I want you to fuck me like you've said, like you did with your ex." "You mean rough?" I said in a lustful fog. "With spanking, bondage?" "Don't ask me," she whined, "show me." I whipped the car into gear and took off. We eyed each other on the way. Her hand rubbed at my crotch so I returned the favor. We were pawing at each other. "Remember last week, at the drive thru?" I asked. "God, yes," she said. "That was so hot." I asked, "remember how you wished you'd shown more?" "Yes," she said in an embarrassed peep. "Hike your skirt up," I growled. Her face flushed but she scootched up in her seat and soon her skirt was over her pretty pink panties. My god, the woman is so fucking cute and hot at the same time, I swear. I told her to take off her panties. She didn't hesitate. She avoided my gaze when she handed them to me. I had her lean back in her seat so that she was basically reclined. "Play with yourself," I urged. I wanted to see it, hear it. I also wanted her to feel the control, to feel like she was made to do it. She touched herself slowly at first. I had to be careful not to wreck. If you think texting and driving is bad, just think how distracting driving while observing masturbation is. I could smell her excitement, it just made my cock lurch. I've never wanted anything so badly in my life. "Are you going to let someone see me like this?" She squeaked, half in fear, half in excitement. "There's always that possibility," I grinned. "Think of those guys last week, at the drive thru, when your skirt was just an inch or two above your pussy. Think about how easy it would've been to just slide it up and let them see you like that." "Yes," she groaned, her fingers were now slick with her juices. "I kind of wish I had," she said, before adding, "but I'd have died with embarrassment." "No," I said. "That embarrassment would've just made you hotter." She responded to that statement by sliding a finger deeper inside herself. Her moan nearly reached my core. I really didn't play to display her like that. I had no plan, actually, other than to take her home and fuck the hell out of her. I thought about what she was asking for, what she wanted to learn. I knew she meant kinky. I'd told her about rough sex, bondage, spanking, exhibition, I didn't want to disappoint while still being careful not to lose her by asking too much. But, I still had to be different than all the guys she's known, it's what she wanted. I took the highway home this time for that reason. I slipped her panties over her head. She was clearly embarrassed at having her own wetness so close to her own lips. I just wanted her not to see. I drove in the fast lane but allowed cars to pass on the right. Most didn't bother to look over in their anger at me not moving into the slower lane. Shame, they'd have seen an angel. However, one SUV pulled alongside, I think, originally to flip me off but once he saw Krystal, her legs spread wide, her fingers in her pussy, he slowed to match my speed. "You have an admirer," I told her. She jerked her head as if to look at me and her hands went to cover her pussy, she didn't move to remove the panties from over her eyes, however. "Krystal," I said sternly. "Open your legs back up. Someone wants to see your pretty pink pussy." She just let out a groan, "Oh god." She opened her legs slowly. She went back to playing with herself. Her fingers were soaked. The guy was driving next to us, very close. I had to make sure we didn't hit as he ogled her pussy. He honked a few times in appreciation before I slowed and let him go by. "See, that wasn't so bad," I said. "You just showed a stranger your perfection. He'll never ever see one so beautiful again, I can guarantee that." I could tell she was blushing. "I think I can cum, do you want me to?" She asked urgently. "Did the thought of some random guy seeing your pussy turn you on so much that you have to cum like a dirty slut now?" I teased. "Yes!" She whined. She was still stroking herself. A truck pulled up next to us. His vantage point was no doubt far better than the SUV's. He matched my speed. I had an idea. "Take off your top, leave your eyes covered," I urged. "You have another admirer. "Oh god," she whined again. "I'm so fucking wet, can't I just cum?" "Yes, that's what I want. I want you to make yourself cum. It's just that you are going to do it for me and some other guy, can you do that?" "Ohhh," she moaned. Her fingers never slowed down, they were a glistening blur. I saw the guy's face. He looked like a thick, burly guy. He had a full beard. He could've passed for a lumberjack. I knew he'd never see anything so fine again. "Do it, Krystal," I urged. "Cum for us." "Oh...oh...I can't believe this....oh....oh god," She shrieked as she came all over her fingers. Her body bucked and twitched which only made it hotter because her tits swung freely. I was tweaking her nipples as she came. She sat in a pool of her own excitement. "God, that was so fucking powerful," she said in wonder. "Is he still watching?" She asked shyly, as she remembered the voyeur. "Hell yes. Do something else that'll blow his mind," I said evilly. "What?" she panted. I loved her eagerness to please. "Lick your fingers. Turn your head to the window and lick your fingers clean for him." She did so, tantalizingly slow. "Mmm," she grinned. "I don't know if you know this but I really like the taste of pussy too," she giggled. "Good to know," I laughed. "Now, let's go home." I didn't let her dress when I got home. We left her clothes in the car. I live in a quiet neighborhood, it's not as if most of my neighbors weren't already sound asleep, I just wanted her to feel the expose and the possibility of being seen. I took her straight to bed. I held her hands over her head and played with her tits with the other. I then fingered and rubbed her pussy until she was thrashing around on the bed. She asked if I had condoms. Luckily I had, even though I've probably only used them twice in my life. I went back to making love to her wondrous body. Finally, I sank my cock into her wetness. Finally, after all this time, all this desire, I was inside her. It was the new "Best. Night. Ever." I held her hands and fucked her pussy good and hard. We were both moaning and groaning, I'm not sure which noises were whose. She was so worked up, I knew she wanted something. I turned her over While still holding her hands together with one hand I then started to redden her ass with the other hand. I spanked her firmly, with purpose. "IS this what you wanted you dirty slut? You want to show your pussy off to strangers just so that I'll take you home and spank your ass raw for it?" "Yes!" She squealed. I know this was unexpected for her, but I could tell it was just what she was seeking. I gave it to her good, though all the while holding back some, I didn't want to lose her to the moment. It was so fucking hot, that ass. That incredible soft, round, beautiful ass, full of my hand prints. I had to have it again. I took her pussy again, this time doggie style, over the edge of the bed. I was fucking her hard, lifting her up on her toes with my thrusts. I had let her hands free. I wanted to use mine to play. While one hand concentrated on her tits, my other hand played with her pussy and her clit. It sent her over the edge. She clamped her hand down on my hand, hard, and came while my fingers massaged her clit. The sounds of her pleasure just pushed me over the top. I plunged deeply into her and held her against me like that while I shot my load like that. We were both panting and sweating. She turned around and pulled the condom off me and licked my cock clean. "I'm sorry," she said, her eyes still glowing from pleasure, "I just wanted to be safe, you know." "I know," I said. "Even though, I also know there's nothing I'd rather do in life than cum inside that pussy." She smiled. Again, we fell asleep in each other's arms. We were awakened at 2am. Her phone was buzzing. She got up to answer it. She was naked, I watched her walk to her purse, convinced that there isn't a creature on earth more beautiful and that I'd fight anyone to the death who didn't agree. She took the phone into the other room. I could hear her trying to be quiet and speak softly. I could tell she had concern in her voice. She came back to me. "I've gotta go," she said abruptly. "Go? Why?" I asked. "I just do," don't make me explain," she said her eyes betraying her conflicted nature. I got up and dressed. She sat in the living room in silence. I started to drive her home. "Are you regretting this too?" I asked. "No," she said. "That's not it, at all. No, definitely not," she said, each time more convinced of it. "Then what is it?" I asked. "It's my boyfriend." "What about him?" I asked. "Like I said, it is complicated. I'm sorry I got you involved." "I'm not," I said. "Let's just deal with it, I just have to know what it is." "Look, last week we were broken up, then you and I went out. He came back in the middle of the week and wanted to get back together. Well, we'd been talking about it. Now, tonight, he decided to move back into our place. That's where he is now, at home, my apartment. He's moving stuff back in and wondering where the fuck I am." "What did you tell him?" I asked. "I told him I was out with Lena and the girls and that I'll come right home," she said, the regret in her voice was obvious. Krystal Ch. 02 "But you don't want this," I said gauging her manner. "You don't seem to want this at all." "I know," she said. "I'm not sure I do. But let me deal with it tonight. Take me back to the bar and I'll get my car. No need in getting you mixed up in this." I drove her to the bar and parked. "Krystal, you may be young, but this is your life. You need to follow the path that you want to go. You need to choose to be happy. God knows I'm not saying it is with me. I'm not putting that whole thing on you. I'm just saying, if you are this conflicted over the guy for this long a time it might be time to consider getting out." "I know," she said, as her bottom lip quivered. "I just, you know, have loved him, and it's hard," she said softly. "Krystal. I'm here for you and not just for the sex. I really dig you, if you couldn't tell. I'm the biggest Krystal fan there is, outside of your mother perhaps. You know you can trust me. You tell me what you want from me and I'll do it....the whole enchantment thing, you know," I joked, as I tried to lighten the mood. "I know," she said eyeing me intently. "I do trust you and you have turned out to be the most exciting guy I've ever ...um....had sex with," she said as she struggled for the words. "I'd hate to lose that, but I really have to deal with this first before anything else." I kissed her softly I left Krystal on that note. I left her there, her beautiful face stained with tears. I left her alone, as she had wished. I did text her several times but I stopped when she didn't answer. I stopped going to the bar, for the time being. I kept hoping that ever text or phone call I got was her, it wasn't. A month went by, then two, and three. Then came the reason. I was on Facebook, I'm friends with many of the other wait staff. Her friend Alena posted this heart breaking note: "Can you believe Krystal is pregnant!?" I got up the courage to text Krystal, "you are pregnant? With that same guy?" She texted back. "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't want it, it just happened." I thought about the sad irony that she made me wear a condom but obviously not him. I've been back to the bar only a couple times since. I see Krystal fully pregnant now. Beautiful, if not even more beautiful than ever. I don't care if the guy is an absolute ogre it probably will be the most beautiful baby ever. It's difficult to see her. I've had to stop again for now, it's just too painful, especially when I hear that she is still on/off again with the baby daddy. Truth is, I'm in love with Krystal. Is having loved her and made love to her better than never having it at all? I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anything anymore. {The end of Krystal- part two} Krystal Ch. 03 Krystal called me about midweek the following week, and, though I was anxious to talk to her, I let it go to voice mail. I wanted to make sure I could analyze her frame of mind when she called. I listened to the message about a dozen times, and I deduced that she was slightly nervous, and a bit excited, but still being shy with me. She told me that she wanted to serve me and try to please me, and danced around any other items. In order to prepare myself for the return call, I went to the gym for two hours, came home, showered, and called her back. "Hello, Krystal," I said. "I have been expecting your call. I liked your voice mail message, and it sounds like you agree. I want to hear you say the exact words, 'yes, sir, I am ready to serve you and learn from you'." Krystal hesitated a moment or two before she said it, and even though she did say it verbatim, it sounded forced. Nevertheless, what was I to expect. She was just beginning her journey into being a slut. Chastising her now would do no good. I told her what a good slut she was, and to meet me after work at my place, and I gave her the address. I told her to go home and be fresh for we will have a fun and enjoyable night ahead of us. When she got off the phone, I went to the closet, and pulled out the chest, looking for my favorite three learning tools; the eight-foot piece of rope, the leather cuffs, and a 4-inch vibrating dildo. I made sure that all three were in working order and maintained well, and placed them aside. I had 2 nights to prepare, but I love being fully prepared. Krystal arrived about 6:30, and I prepared a light meal. I figured she probably wouldn't have eaten, and I didn't want her to overeat before she got here. When she came in, I brought her to the center of the living room, leaving her standing as I sat comfortably. "When you are here, when that door closes, and no one is here, you will remove your clothing. You will remain naked much of the time that you are here. When you are here, your sole purpose will be to please me. Did I leave any room for doubt?" "No sir" She proceeded slowly and unsurely, but started to. She started to sway her hips nervously, as if she believed I wanted a strip show. "Stop," I said. "I didn't ask you to dance. I didn't ask you to entertain. I told you to remove your clothing. If I want something more than that, I will tell you so. Now, take your clothes off." Without ceremony or any questions, she took off her clothes, leaving her thong on for a moment longer than I would like. She was observant and noticed the look on my face, then quickly put her thumbs into the waistband of the thong, and quickly slipped them off. "Good. Now, take your clothes, and put them on the stand by the door. That is where your clothes will remain whenever I have you here. Are you hungry?" This question caught her off guard as she was walking towards the door. "Yes, sir". I pulled out a chair for her, and sat her at the table. She seemed unsure of herself, sitting naked at the table as I was still dressed in my evening outfit. After a moment, she started to cover up her breasts. I walked to her and put her arms to the side. "There will be no modesty in this house. That is part of what you agreed to. The only modesty you're allowed is a closed door when you have to use the restroom. Is that understood?" "Yes, sir. May I use the restroom right now? I," she paused a moment. Then, "I don't know all the rules, but I am willing to learn." "Please. Use the one in the bedroom. You will notice a table by the door on your way out, three items. Bring them in here, and put them on the table in the living room before you come back to the table." Krystal came out of the bedroom, and I caught her blushing, but I didn't make a thing out of it. It was cute to see her with a small dildo in her hand, rope, and cuffs. It actually surprised me that she was more embarrassed than scared bringing these accessories into the room. She sat back down at the table, and realized the food was in front of her. As I was ending my meal, I told Krystal to bring me the bottle off wine from the counter, and one wine glass from the cabinet. When she returned, she placed the glass in front of me, followed by the bottle. I looked up at her, and it took her a while, but she finally realized what I was waiting on; she filled my glass with the wine. I told her that she may be seated and finish her meal, as I took a few sips of the wine. After she finished her meal, I had her return to the middle of the floor and stand there. I walked over and gave her a soft, but short kiss. I then told her that her training has already begun and that she shall now get on her knees and learn to present her for inspection. When she was on her knees, I told her to put her cheek to the ground, and spread her legs a bit, exposing both her cunt and her ass for me. She shuttered at the harshness of my words, but I could tell that she didn't really mind it. She did so, and I placed one foot between her legs, and spread them even wider. Now, take your hands, and spread your ass cheeks for me. I want to be able to see every thing when I inspect you, making sure that you are worthy of my use for that evening. She hesitated long enough that I slapped her ass giving it a proper sting. "I understand that I will command you to do things that you wouldn't normally do, or that you haven't done before. I want you to realize, it isn't that I am asking for something, I am demanding it. You are serving me, you will do as I say, or you may leave. Those are your options. Are we clear?" Krystal reached back, spreading her ass cheeks wide, "Yes, sir. I understand" "Very good. Now, let's see what we have here. I know I have to work with you on sucking a cock as thick as mine, but I am sure you won't complain." I spread her legs a little wider. "Nice... your slit is nice and wet. Your pussy has too much hair on it. After tonight, you will have to keep the pussy lips shaved, and the top, you can keep trimmed low, or shaved completely. I reached down and touched her asshole with the tip of my finger, causing her to push herself forward. "Virgin ass. That won't last too long. It will be a nice start." Looking down at her face, I told her, "I won't be fucking your ass today... but I will soon." She winced, but did nothing more than that. I knew she was willing to learn how to best please me. I ran my fingers down from the beginning of her ass crack, down over her pussy lips, and slightly between her lips, being very careful not to penetrate her, but I definitely felt the wetness that was there. She did her best to stay still, as I pushed one fingertip into the entrance of her anus. She was fighting her body, which wanted to move away from my finger, but she stayed put. She was doing very well. "Stay," I commanded, as I went to the bathroom. I returned naked about five minutes later. She was still as I left here, ass cheeks spread wide. I knew that she would be the perfect little pet for my pleasure. I brought a chair forward, a bit, in front of where her head lay. "Kneel before me." Krystal did as she was told. "Now, show me how you like to suck my cock." She hesitated a brief instant, then took the shaft of my cock in her hand, and stroked it timidly, as she brought her lips to the head of my dick. She licked her lips, the slowly parted the hole in my cock with the tip of her tongue, looking into my eyes to verify that it is what I wanted. I reclined a little, spreading my legs a little more, as she opened her mouth and took the head inside of it. I reached out, and put my hand on the back of her head, and she instantly released control of herself to me, as I pushed my cock further into her throat. Her hand slid further and further, almost caressing my balls in the midst of stroking my cock. Being as patient as I could be, I only pushed half of my cock down her throat, making sure that I didn't make her choke so bad that she had to stop, but continues fucking her, watching the moisture collect in her eyes, as the head of my cock kept going into her throat. When finally she couldn't resist choking, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. When she finally caught her breath, I stood up, and assisted her up by placing my finger under her chin. Once she stood up, I kissed her deeply and passionately, feeling her arms around me as I pulled her close. After the moment passed, I walked over to the couch and grabbed a small pillow, placing it on the back of the chair. I positioned her in the chair so that she was slightly reclined, the pillow making her ass more towards the front. I kneeled so that I was eye-level with her. "You have done well. This is a two-part exercise. First, it is trust. I am going to bind you to this chair, and you will have to trust yourself to me. I am sure you know on many levels that I will not allow harm to you. You must know it completely as you learn to serve me. Second, you learn reward. I am a person who enjoys when a woman pleases me. In return, I love to make sure that her physical needs are met as well. Do you have any questions?" She waited a contemplative moment. "Yes, sir." "Good. Straddle the chair." She did so. I reached for the leather cuffs, and put them behind the chair legs, then fasten one cuff to each ankle. I then placed the dildo between her legs, seeing that I could reach the opening of her now dripping pussy. I left the latex cock in place, as I took her hands, placing them behind her back, and wrapped the rope first around her wrists, then around her body and the chair, then around her wrist again, tying it in a knot tight enough to hold her, but easy to release. I then brought over two small stools, placed it on either side of the chair, and then stood on them. I reached forward with my right hand, and pushed my cock into her mouth, feeling her moan softly as I slowly fucked her face for a few moments. After a while, I pulled out slowly, easing myself back off the stools, and put them away. "Very good. Very, very good. You have done better than the last few toys I have enjoyed the pleasure. I believe you will make an excellent slut." "Thank you, sir," she muttered, showing a slight look of pride in her eyes. I then took the false cock and slowly worked the head into her pussy. I didn't want to take the chance that she wasn't well lubricated from the start. I needn't have worried, as after two strokes of the dildo, I was able to get the dildo halfway inside her. I looked up into her eyes, and she did her absolute best to keep her gaze on me, as her body started to tell her otherwise. There were a couple of times where I had to reach with my free hand to make sure she didn't tip the chair. I varied the stroke of the dildo whenever I noticed that her body was about to climax. I didn't let her have a big orgasm until the fourth or fifth time she came close. When finally I was done watching how wet she could get, and how much she like to thrust and writhe as she took that cock, I let her cum nice and hard. She completely covered not only the latex cock I was fucking her with, but the chair and the pillow were holding the puddle of juices she left. When her body slowed down, I removed the shackles, letting her stretch her legs. Then I ran the latex dildo over her breasts, then her lips, and finally into her mouth, having her suck her juices off them. When I was done, I untied her arms and body, and handed her the latex cock. "Take this home with you. I will want to use it on you if I come over. When you aren't serving me, you will think of me when you use this. I have plans in the morning. Please, when you see yourself out, lock the bottom lock. If you think you are ready for more experiences, come back tomorrow about 10:00 pm." I then leaned forward and kissed her goodnight, as I ran my fingertips over her pussy lips, taking one last taste with me as I went to bed. ----- About 10 minutes later, I heard the door close and lock. I went to the closet, and stopped the camera from running, took the tape out, and watched it a couple of times before I put it with the others. Yes, Krystal is going to become one well-trained pet.