7 comments/ 5659 views/ 2 favorites Controlling Cat By: BareLeaWriter "Untied?" She laughed, and then added; "I thought I might keep you as my sex slave for a while longer..." "Okay with me, but you will need to feed, bath and take care of all my needs." I laughed after saying it, but secretly hoped she would release me soon; she had just given me the most uniquely arousing time of my life. I had never been so erotically induced to obey... and I longed to repay her in kind. "Okay, then, but you must promise to behave... you did promise lunch only, right?" She coyly added even as she undid the knot holding my hands behind my back. My hands at last released, I rubbed my wrist to restore feeling before pulling her to me, "I suppose I should have made you promise me as well, but I really can't complain." I paused, and then continued, "Honestly, Cat, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met." "Well Greg, you really aren't half bad yourself." "Shut up and kiss me!" I pulled her face to mine and our lips met, softly at first, then our tongues found each other and our kiss slid into a passionate embrace. I continued to kiss her, exploring her increasing response; she was still in a very passionate mood. At last we broke, and I gazed into her eyes, she smiled and her eyes crinkled in an endearing way. There is something special about a girl whose eyes share her emotions, she could make or break a heart with a glance, and I was determined to keep her eyes just the way they were at that moment. Come on Cat, let's jump in the shower." I slid off the bed, holding her hand as I went. Once standing I pulled her up on her feet, she slid into my arms as natural as if she had been born there. Although I was taller, her upturned chin afforded me the opportunity to gaze down into her eyes, with her lovely body below... Her long neck led down to her full breasts, whose prominent nipples were even now against my body. Between her breasts, I could see her flat tummy and the swell of her hips to each side, she was a feast made in heaven. I spun her toward the bathroom door, and swatted her firm butt, then followed her as I relished the view of her swaying butt to the bathroom. She really had a stunning body, and after being blindfolded, I wanted to savor each and every view of her. Once in the bath, she turned on the shower, reaching forward to feel the water. I was transfixed, unable to take my eyes off her slender back, narrow waist, and nicely rounded butt cheeks. Finally, I allowed my hands to cup her hip as I leaned over her back. We fit together like spoons. "Warm enough yet?" She looked over her shoulder, smiled and asked, "Do you like it hot?" "Yes Cat, but you heat me already." My cock was pressed against her cheeks and I could feel it already responding to her. Feeling me against her, she reached around, grabbed my still swollen member and pulled me to follow her under the shower spray. We were now on equal terms, and I squeezed some liquid soap into my hands and started soaping her stunning body. As I reached her breasts, I could not help but firmly lift each one and pull her nipples as I massaged the soap onto them; they were already firm, they yielded little to my fingers and I found it quite arousing to tweak each one... She responded by taking some soap and rubbing it across my chest, down over my stomach and around my groin... teasing me but not grasping my already firm cock. My hands were by then massaging her firm cheeks and so I continued to her pussy, delicately trimmed with only a sexy triangle of soft brown hair over her slit. Sliding my fingers inside her firm mound, I found her inner lips still hot to the touch. I still yearned for her sweet pussy and knelt, pulling her butt closer, my face against her pussy lips as the warm water streamed over my shoulders. I softly kissed her lips and slid my tongue inward to find her nub already firmly aroused. She moaned as my lips pulled her into my mouth, my tongue ran circles around her nub and her hands suddenly found my head, clasping me tightly. I reached up, clasped both of her wrists and pulled them behind her back. "Lock your fingers." I said as I pulled her hands together. "What? But I want to feel you... Why?" she responded looking down in my eyes. "Because I said so... and... bad girls don't cum. Now lock your fingers together." She could see from my expression that I did mean it, and after a moment of hesitation, I felt her fingers slowing locking behind her back. Satisfied, I released my clasp on her wrists, stood, and looked down in her lovely expectant face, "I would never be as stern with you as you were with me, so you may speak, but only if you are responding to my question, and although you may freely moan, you are not allowed to do more unless I permit it. Remember; Bad girls don't cum." Her expression told me everything I wanted, she stood silent, waiting. Then as if everything were normal, I went back to soaping her body, she stood there, realizing the restraint she was in, she was neither tied, nor bound in any way but her own. She was free to release her fingers, but understood the consequences. In a sense she was subservient to her own overwhelming passion. Satisfied, I finally asked her, "Do you understand?" She still looked downward, silently nodded then remembered, "Yes, Greg." she said softly. "Yes?" "Yes... Master." Satisfied, I reached over and turned the water off, stepped out and then looked back, she was still looking downward. "Come here." She obediently stepped out of the shower, standing on the bathroom rug, still looking downward. I reached over and took a fluffy towel and started patting her dry. As I dried her delicious body, she looked up at me, expectantly, but I only continued drying her. I was desperate to touch her skin, feel her warm breasts, pull her to my lips, but denial is the first step in teaching obedience, although I felt that I was the one being denied. Being master sometimes places more restraints on the master then the disciple, but that is what she was, my disciple, my student, eager to learn, as I was to teach. It was our first time together, and despite the revealing exchange of words, thoughts and fantasies we had shared for the past year, this was quite different. This was no longer a distant fantasy, this was real. Her drying complete, I dropped the towel on the floor; as it was no longer proper for the master to use it. I took a fresh towel, dried my face and hung it up for later use, she might be allowed to use it later on her own face, or even body, if I permitted it. "Follow me." I said as I quickly turned my back and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I could still feel her presence as she followed me. On the bed was the scarf she had so diligently tied my hands, I now picked it up and turned, she was still right behind me, waiting. Twisting the scarf into a rope, I reached up and placed it across her eyes, then pulled it around and securely knotted it behind her head. She was now as blind as I had been, and although she could choose to reach up and release the knot in a moment, she knew the price she would pay, 'Bad girls don't cum'. Still bound by her own fingers, I firmly grasped her nipple, and led her out of the bedroom into the living room. I stopped near the sound system and reached down to turn the volume up slightly. "Stay here." With the music playing, I walked to the full-length windows, the sun was setting but the view across the way was all I wanted. I could see the distant apartments, each close enough to see in, but not to see clearly; I softly eased the patio door open and enjoyed the fresh air. I reached across and turned on the lamps, dimming them but still allowing enough light that I could relish the beauty of my stunning Cat. I looked back at my ravishing lady, still standing there beside the stereo, head down, her head slowly swaying to the music, even as her hips kept the rhythm. She would be all to easy to fall for, but before any of that could happen we had to seize the moment. I walked to the bedroom, and retrieved a present I had bought Cat, one she knew nothing about. With the present in hand, I returned to the living room window. "Cat, come here." She paused, then stepped toward the direction of my voice. As she came near, I repeated, "Cat, come here." She turned slightly, adjusting her hesitant step and came close to me. "Stop." She immediately stopped, frozen in her tracts. I took her shoulders and eased her over the sofa, in full view of the window, her butt now beautifully displayed in front of me. I slid my fingertips up her calf and to the inside of her knee. As I did so I could see her muscles quiver, then ran my fingertips up her thigh. "Spread your legs." As she spread her legs I opened my hand and gazed at the pink C-shaped vibrator, smiled and teased her lips with it, then slowly eased it inside. Her hips swayed as she slowly accommodated it, and once in place the curved vibrator extended from inside her moist pussy and up against her clit. As I nudged it against her clit, she softly moaned. "Now stand up." she straightened her back and stood upright, "Turn around." As she finished the turn I added, "On your knees in front of your Master." She softly smiled and knelt on her knees in front of me. My cock was already engorged and her face was mere inches from me as I gazed at her. I stepped forward slightly, my legs on either side of her knees, and held my cock. Then I softly slapped her cheeks with my cock, she looked surprised, but on the second swing she tried to catch my cock in her lips. 'No, my Cat, you haven't earned that yet. Keep your mouth shut." I softly swung my cock back and forth against her cheeks, brushing her lips, and caressing her chin. I touched the small remote control in my hand, and the vibrator pulsed; she jumped, however she fought her instincts and stayed on her knees. I continued to let my cock dance across her face and she continued to obediently sit on her knees, following my cock but withholding clasping it in her lips. I would tease her with it as I occasionally touched the remote button. Each time she would jump slightly and softly moan. "Did you moan?" I asked. She raised her face toward mine. "Did you moan?" I repeated as I pressed the remote. "Yes, I did." "Then moan louder, I want to hear you moan." With that I pressed and held the remote button. I heard her sharp intake of breath, then her lips opened and she moaned, increasing in volume as I held the button. "Very good, Cat, you are learning." Finally I paused sliding my cock over her face, and placed the tip of my cock nearly against her lips, "You may lick my cock now, but only licking, no more." Her tongue leaped out her mouth as she sought my cock, finally making contact; she lavished attention on just the head, spreading my precum across my head. I continued to touch the remote and with each she moaned. "Do you like this, Cat?" She quickly nodded as I sent another jolt of vibration throughout her pussy. "I can't hear you, do you want more?" "Yes, Master, feed me." She purred, still softly. "Louder! I want to hear you." "Yes, Master, feed me, I want your cock!" She nearly shouted, I touched the remote button, as she moaned her voice rose while I still held the button, drowning out the music. I slid my cock between her lips, and she clamped down on my head, sucking deeply to try to draw me in. I let her suck me then, and I did not pump, but let her draw in as much as she could. She seemed determined to take all of my cock into her mouth. She would draw it in, her lips nibbling me to pull me in deeper. I could feel my cock against her throat, but it was still not in all the way... I starting pulsing the remote every few seconds. I wanted her to be close to her edge, but had to be careful she did not go over, yet. "Do you want to see how much of my cock you have in your mouth?" She nodded enthusiastically. I reached up and removed the scarf from her eyes. She opened them, looked across at my groin and realized she still had more cock to fit in. Then she looked up into my eyes. Looking down I could only say, "Take a little more, just take it slow, you can do it, but take it slow." She slid my cock out slightly, then eased it in further, pushing her head down against my cock. I felt her throat, then she started rocking her head, my cock pushing against her throat, but no further. She slid back, until my cock was barely against her lips. She looked down then slowly shook her head in defeat. As she did, she seemed to suddenly notice the open curtain, and the windows in the building beyond. She looked up at me, her eyes questioning mine. "You had said you had a fantasy of being in a downtown high-rise, surrounded by several others high rises, and you hoped the neighbors would watch, but you didn't want to know, as it was more arousing to wonder." She looked up at me, and then slowly her mischievous smile reappeared. She bowed her head to my cock, pulled my head between her lips, then slowly pushed down, her tongue lavishing my cock as it slowly entered and found her throat again. Then slowly it relaxed, and I slid in deeper, feeling her marvelous throat wrap around my head, her lips almost reaching my groin. I touched the remote again, and felt her throat constrict around my head. As I released the button, she withdrew her mouth, then pushed again, confident that she could take it all. My cock slid into her throat and she still pushed. I coaxed her with the remote and she finally felt my groin against her lips. She opened her eyes and looked proudly up to me, even as I kept pulsing the remote. "Very Good, Cat, You are really so talented, and even more, you are just so competitive, even with my cock. You have proved that you can take it all." Even with my cock in her mouth and down her throat, she smiled, feeling very satisfied with herself, then eased me out. She withdrew her mouth, and then pumped my cock in her again. She continued to suck my cock, each time drawing it in, each time easier, pausing only to take an occasional breath. I looked down at my sexy vixen, still her fingers were clasped behind her back, she seem to revel in her new talent, that she could take my whole cock in her throat, deep throating more sensually than I had ever experienced. Her full breasts bounced with each stroke, her slender neck swelled with each filling. I was no longer pressing the remote yet she seemed even more aroused than before, her hips swayed with each thrust she gave me. I yearned to thrust, but held back, her full lips, wicked tongue and eager throat were more than enough compensation for me. With my cock fully buried in her lovely mouth, she slowly shook her head to the side, stealing a peek toward the window, surely wondering if anyone was watching. I could take no more of her mouth, as my cock ached for her hot pussy. "Enough Cat." She withdrew her mouth, but then continued to lick my head, as if still hungry. And she was still hungry, her body yearned for more. "I want to fuck you, do you want me to fuck you?" "Yes." She responded looking up from my cock into my eyes, I could see the fire in her eyes. "What?" "Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me." "Louder. I want to hear you." "Yes, Master, I want you to fuck me!" she shouted to me... desperately wanting more. I lifted her, and spun her around until her legs were against the couch back. "Bend over." She obediently bent over the sofa back, her fingers still clasped. Her body was against the sofa cushions and her delicious butt was open to me. I gently removed the vibrator and set it beside her. Spreading her cheeks, I rubbed my cock against her lips, spreading them, my precum painting a lover's sheen on her already moist lips. Slowly I eased my cock in her pussy, it as already dripping with her own moisture. I paused with just an inch inside her, then withdrew it. I pushed again, and as before withdrew it after no more than an inch. I continued as this for another dozen strokes, then paused. "Do you want more?" She was ready, "Yes, Master, I want it all!" her voice rising with her need. I pushed my cock deeper, feeling her lips around my engorged member. She moaned, I again pulled back and thrust again, her moan echoed through the room. I continued to thrust, each deeper and with each thrust she moaned louder. I held her cheeks and suddenly swatted her cheeks, she jumped and cried out "Fuck me, Master, Fuck me hard!" With each thrust, she pushed back, wanting more. My groan slapped her cheeks, and she continued to moan, her moans building in intensity. I could feel she was on the edge. "Do you want to cum?" "Yes, Master I want to cum!' She shouted, "I want you to fill me with your cock, shoot your cum inside me. Master, make me cum!" My thrust reached fever intensity, she bucked against me, her moaning completely out of control and I felt her pussy muscles tighten as her orgasm sent her over the edge. I felt my own semen shoot across my groin, my ass tightened as I plunged deeper and released myself into her clenching pussy. I collapsed on her back and pulled her breasts, squeezing her nipples as orgasmic waves passed down my stomach, and into my groin, pumping to release all my seed into her. We both lay like that for several minutes savoring the experience. Then I reached for her hands and slowly opened her fingers. As we recovered, she again stole a peek at the view across the way, and could not miss that several of the apartments had their curtains open with lights dimly lit. I hoped we been an inspiration to others. "Master, err, Greg?" "Yes, you can call me Greg now." "Greg, is the patio door open?" "Yes, it is." "Greg, do you think anyone heard?" I smiled, "Hmm, I don't know." ~ The next week, my friend who owned the apartment called me. Cat was with me so I put it on speakerphone. "Hi, Greg, I hope you enjoyed my apartment." "Oh, it was wonderful and such a pleasure to be there." "Err, yeah, I was wondering, did anything happen while you were here?" "No, nothing that I can mention, why do you ask?" "Well Greg, whenever I see my neighbors now in the hallway, they seem so much friendlier and smile to me more than ever before. And I swear the woman next door winked at me, which is surprising as before she seemed to ignore me." "Well, I guess they just learned how much they enjoy having you as a neighbor." I could see Cat clenching her hand over her mouth, trying hard to stifle her laughter. ~ Cat and I still travel, and we always choose a hotel with just the right view. Controlling Colleen Colleen lay in bed, panting. She had just woken up, admittedly not a normal cause for it. Why am I panting? She was alone and at the mercy of an appetite that no typical eggs and sausage would satisfy, a result of having taken no one to bed the night before. Well, except for Dexter, of course. And while the Dexter had served his (its?) purpose, it was not full body-and-soul satisfaction. It was not contentment on a cellular level. Nothing new there, she thought. She'd never had such an orgasm, in fact. For her, the Earth had never moved. Many a bed, yes. More than a few cars and vans. Several sofas and airplane bathrooms, of course. Hell, even an occasional late-night subway car and once, memorably, a helicopter. But those movements were due more to the physical act of fucking than to the more ephemeral act of cumming her brains out. All of which meant waking up that Monday morning with an even more intensified hunger than she normally woke up with. She considered putting Dexter to use to start off the day, but like soccer players who swear off sex during the World Cup so as to channel that energy into winning the championship, so Colleen also resisted the urge to sate hers with Dexter. Still, the panting... Did I masturbate in my sleep? She knew, of course, about sleepwalking and sex dreams, but sleep-masturbating? No way. She groped for Dexter under the adjacent pillow. Still there. Cold, dry, unused for hours. So, she hadn't sleep-masturbated. Or whatever the hell it would be called. Her left hand slid down her torso and caressed the folds of her labia. Dry. Although now there were stirrings. She easily aroused, even when it was her own fingers, and not a man's, that did the probing. She pulled her hand away and flopped it above her head. Then it hit her. Aha! It was a dream! She'd been fucked senseless by a man who'd ripped apart her discipline. But she could remember no details. As if a man like that exists. Sighing heavily, she flipped off the covers and walked -- naked, tight, and curvy -- to the shower. Dexter was her seven-inch vibrator. Firm yet soft, like the rubber handle of a ball-ping hammer. Thick and meaty as a Hungarian sausage, with a flared head resembling leotia viscosa, the famed chicken lip mushroom. She'd never been eye to eye with a man's penis as thick. Or with a head that caused her clit to whir and trill like a radar detector. In fact, she'd yet to meet a man who could make her cum like Dexter did. However, she knew that intense orgasms were usually regulated less by the physical touch of a man than they were by the emotional trust in a man. That didn't necessarily mean love, though. It simply meant trust. By her in him. By him in himself. By them both in his knowing how to satisfy her by controlling himself until she lost it herself. With Colleen, control was paramount. She could control Dexter, but what she really wanted, in the deepest recesses of her carnal honesty, was to lose control to a man who knew how to take it from her. Many a man she'd fucked were massively equipped. But such men fucked lazily. They didn't use their dick well. They were arrogant, she'd discovered, as if thinking their impressive equipment was sufficient to satisfy women when all it really did was satisfy their own ego. She'd fucked many a lesser-tooled man, too. Such men fucked more diligently. Yet, they still didn't use their dicks well, either. They were insecure, she'd found, as if feeling inadequate at being less equipped, and it came through in their fucking. No man she'd fucked yet had been man enough to take control and make her lose hers. Thus, she had Dexter, so named for the famed serial murderer from that popular cable television series because, like the lead character in the show, her Dexter was emotionless but ruthlessly efficient and delectably satisfying. The water cascaded down from the oversized showerhead. Warm, sensual. She rubbed her taut body with it and mixed it with her usual morning lustiness. I'll be coming for you later, Dexter. Pun intended. The thought heightened her arousal. Her fingers brushed over her nearly shaven vagina, lingering over her clitoris. Even the briefest of touches to this oh-so-sensitive ground zero of explosive feminine power had her entire body humming like an electric wire. Though her sexual desire didn't have an on/off switch, her self-discipline did -- and only that would get her through the day. In fact, knowing what she was coming home to -- Dexter, the vibrating prince of her pussy palace -- and whom she had set her mind to coming home with -- Antonio, the arrogant, smoldering hunk of macho heat who was serving as one of her two co-counsels on this case -- would make this day in court all the more exciting. She squirted threads of silky body wash onto her belly, forearms, breasts, thighs, and shins, took the luxurious loofah from its perch on her bathroom wall, and began to wash. Her pink nipples shone in the soapy bubbles, becoming erect as she rubbed them. Damn, she thought, wish I had time for a bath. I could really work myself up. As she scrubbed her skin with the vigor of one scrubbing away bad memories, she imagined lying in the adjacent tub, spraying her yearning vagina with the removable, cylinder-shaped faucet head, spreading her legs to accept its gentle but insistent streams directly onto her sensitive pressure points. Actually, she had time, but she knew from her current state that she'd want to prolong the bath and then glide dreamily into the bedroom and administer Dexter. That she didn't have time for. Easy, girl, get your mind on the case. Business before bidness. Her smile flustered the plump young barista into nearly dropping her red-eye coffee. He wasn't the first male to be awed by that smile. She'd won many a case with it. And many a heart. Not to mention many an erection. Which she teased herself by imagining that he was frantically trying to prevent behind his green apron as he rung up the next customer. By the time she sank into her Audi TT convertible for the short drive to the courthouse, she was focused on her day ahead. The start of a new trial. Both professionally and sexually, Colleen was ravenous. While already one of the top defense attorneys in Los Angeles at just thirty-one years old, she hadn't used her sexual rapacity to improve her professional capacity. She just liked to practice law. And to fuck. And she was good at both. Years earlier, in high school, she had discovered that she liked to fuck, though she didn't become ravenous about it until college. She had learned a life lesson in high school, as well -- that society lied: women, not men, had the real power. Sexuality was a weapon, not a burden. Wielded correctly, it brought untold levels of control. She also realized another lesson: people gossiped. That she liked to fuck had gotten around. She found out how people thought of her. She discovered what people thought about her. In the beginning, she was bothered by it. She wanted people to like her. So, she changed her ways, fucking less frequently and more surreptitiously. It didn't work, though; family, friends, and lovers she'd previously thought to be loyal ripped her, deserted her, turned on her. She realized during that trying time that she could only control her actions, her decisions, her choices, not what people thought of her. As a result, she chose to become an attorney. It was the one profession where a reputation like hers was an asset. So, she had decided, I might as well do what -- and whom -- I want. Colleen crossed her legs, purposely not bothering to pull down her black skirt as it rode up her suntanned thigh. She cut her eyes at Antonio on her left. His eyes were riveted on her exposed flesh. Colleen smiled and turned to face him fully, catching him still eyeing her legs. She could almost see him salivating onto his tailored navy Armani suit. His dark brown eyes transferred from her legs to her eyes. There was no shame. He did not blush. Though he smoldered, his gaze was cool, one of a man used to women fawning over him. The gaze of a man unafraid that a woman knew he wanted her. His full lips parted like a shark's, revealing predatory teeth made all the whiter by his tea-colored skin. His dark hair was slicked back, glossy, falling just above the collar of his shirt. He leaned easily back into his leather chair, the tailored suit jacket pulling taut across his wide shoulders and broad chest. I bet he thinks he's playing me. She held his gaze, the left side of her mouth pulling up ever so slightly. So, you think you're a big leaguer, huh? We'll see tonight who holds court, so to speak. "Excuse me." A deep voice to her right cut through her reverie. She whipped her head around and was confronted by unwavering emerald green eyes. Russell. The second of her two co-counsels for this case. She'd forgotten about him, wasn't even sure if Russell was a first or last name, but she did know that he was Antonio's partner at a firm in Redondo Beach. He was on this case because of his familiarity with Judge Reinhardt. His eyes did not waver from Colleen's, even as she flashed her A-game smile. He held out his hand. "Russell." His eyes never left hers. "I know who you are." She took his hand. "Colleen." She gave him the once-over. His shaven head gleamed, reflecting the courtroom's fluorescent lights. The startling color of his eyes was all the more so because of his café au lait skin and green linen seersucker suit. Only a certain type of man can wear such a suit in Los Angeles and carry it off, she thought. And he certainly does. "Are we focused?" His voice, like whiskey filtered in an old oaken cask, surprisingly stirred her. Not only in its depth, but also in its velvety assuredness. She didn't answer. His voice reverberated in her womb, holding hers captive in her throat. The cum collated in his balls, ready to carom through his cock and into the unsuspecting air. That is, until Colleen clamped the base of his shaft with her left hand and squeezed. It was pleasurably painful, but effective in stemming his tide. I don't want to waste his jizz on my hands or all over his stomach. Either down my throat or into my pussy. She had to be back in court in ten minutes, and no way his refractory period was that short. There was only time to suck or fuck, though she'd have killed for time to do both. Well, maybe kill is not the right word, considering who he is. She laughed inwardly. They were in "consultation" in the conference room down the hall from the courtroom. The judge had received an urgent phone call during the proceedings and had adjourned for a half hour, delaying her opening statement on her client's behalf to the jury. Now she was preparing to make a statement on her own behalf. She needed this right now, needed this diversion so she could focus on the case. She sensed she'd finally come across a man worthy of her and it had left her uncharacteristically unfocused before the judge had called this unplanned break. She squeezed back his salacious sperm and contemplated into which of her canals she wanted him to release his sticky confection. Sucking down his cumshot with her mouth would mean she'd have to brush her teeth and gargle mouthwash. I can't face the judge or jury with cum breath, she thought. On the other hand, taking his load up her twat would mean it might trickle down her leg while she addressed the jury. And I'm not wearing hose or panties today. Don't want any stickiness coalescing in my alligator Chanel pumps. That'd be a bitch to have cleaned. She looked at her lover. He was also her client, accused of hacking up his wife and her two lovers some weeks previous. He squirmed. His flat, hairy belly heaved. His eyes had taken on a dark tone. But Colleen wasn't cowed, no matter how dangerous others thought he was. She had his dick in her hand, which she knew gave her all the control. "Will you hurry up for fuck's sake?" His spoke partly with malice and partly in desperation. She looked at him, tightening her grip. "More than just your dick is in my hands. Got it?" He beheld her a moment, then nodded. She looked at her Cartier wristwatch, the black alligator strap matching both the color and material of her shoes. She had eight minutes to finish him off. Sexually, of course. Time and his attitude decided it. She wasn't going to give him any of her tasty pussy today. Besides, brushing and gargling were better than marring her new pumps. She took him into her mouth. Normally, she'd lick, tease, suck, play, swirl her tongue, and nibble. Now, however, it was business and she needed to close quickly. Fortunately, her earlier fondling had warmed him up and her expert tongue would finish the job quickly. She worked up some saliva and bobbed her head up and down. She flattened her tongue as much as possible, which made it wider than his narrow girth, and worked the underside of his shaft. Maybe she wouldn't fuck him later, after all. His tool is nice and long, but I like penises with more girth. She had to have some standards. She focused on the tip, easing it in and out of her mouth faster and faster about an inch down his shaft. At the same time, she stroked the bottom half of his saliva-covered dick with her right hand. Her left hand cupped his balls. He breathed faster and louder. She pulled her from his dick. "Quiet, or I'll leave you with balls bluer than a clear summer sky." He fell silent, but his chest still heaved like he was sprinting. Within thirty seconds, she had him at the precipice. Just then, a knock came at the door. She stopped stroking and squeezed the base of his shaft hard. He gasped and covered his face with his handcuffed hands. "Judge Reinhardt will commence in four minutes." Russell's captivating deep voice again. She was instantly wet. Goddammit. I'll have to make this quick. Colleen relaxed her grip and resumed fellating. She sucked. She licked. She stroked furiously. When he came, he did so forcefully, exploding sticky, salty ropes of fluid into her mouth. She gulped and swallowed. She tasted fear, loathing, and control. The fear was his, the control hers. They shared the loathing. She gave him one last lick and stood up. She straightened her hair and adjusted her tailored black Jimmy Choo jacket and skirt combination. "Be presentable in three minutes. If you're not ready when I return, I'll make sure the next blow job you get will be in prison from someone much less feminine and gentle than me." And with that, she strode out of the room, down the hall, and into the bathroom, where she brushed and gargled away her cum breath, looking in the mirror all the while. She smiled. In more ways than one, her client was putty in her hands. She could get him off in the court of sex, so to speak, any time she wanted. But his attitude toward her would determine whether she would also get him off in the court of law. Hours later, after changing her original plans, Colleen was sprawled naked on her beige leather sectional. Her wrists were lightly bound above her head with his patterned pocket square. His navy pin-striped sport coat hung over a nearby leather recliner. A half-empty bottle of A. de Fussigny rested on the coffee table beside two brandy snifters. He was still clad in his white linen trousers and salmon-colored open-throated oxford shirt. "I shouldn't be the only one naked," she'd protested. "Patience," was all he had said. Butterfly kisses around her ears and across her neck had reduced her protestations some. Hot succulent kisses on her fingers, arms, shoulders, and breasts had further waned her remonstrations. Searing kisses on her abdomen and below had hushed her objections altogether. But that didn't mean she had been quiet. Oh, no. Sighs of pleasure had become murmurs of excitement had become squeals of contentment had become moans of satisfaction as he decorated her with his full mouth, wet lips, and omniscient tongue, lapping lightly and flickering forcefully at perfectly timed intervals. As he rolled up his sleeves, looking at her with his twin emeralds of shining lust, she was a roiling, heaving mass of hums, vibrations, and stimulation. "Shed those clothes," she nearly begged. A smile tugged at his lips. "Not yet. You're not ready." "What?" Surely he means that he isn't ready. "You're not quite ready." He seemed to read her mind. "However, I'm more than ready. I was ready in court today." His voice vibrated the folds of her womanhood to the point of explosion. As he bathed her in kisses, she lay looking at the ceiling, lids half-open. She felt luxurious. She felt ravaged. She felt languid. She felt... Warm liquid in her belly button. She lifted her head up. Did he just...? No, he was still clothed, dick still sheathed in his pants. The warm liquid was the cognac. He set the bottle back on the teak and glass coffee table and placed his marvelous lips over her belly. His strong tongue lapped at the warm liquid like a cat does milk. He inhaled the last of the liquid, giving her belly button one final, excruciatingly sensual lick. Before she knew it, his mouth was on hers. She tasted cognac and his hotness, and she became overwhelmingly damp. She sucked at his tongue, taking the last vestiges of the golden liquor from it. She became drunk, not from the de Fussigny -- she'd only had a glass -- but from his kisses, his heat, his passion for her skin and body. She hadn't cummed yet, but she teetered. He'd brought her to the edge multiple times just by his kisses. It dawned on her as he pulled his mouth away from hers that he'd hardly used his hands yet. And I'm this hot? I'm this ready to erupt? I don't think I'll be able to handle it if he elevates his game. And since he'd yet to disrobe, use his hands, or wield his penis, she knew his A game was still to come. So to speak, she thought. It hadn't yet occurred to her that she was losing control. She lay waiting, legs askew. Her wrists were still lightly bound. Her body hummed like a Phoenix air conditioner in July. Her yearning, warbling clit was on simmer. What's he up to? He'd only been gone two minutes, but to her twittering body, it seemed like two hours of excruciation. She must have drifted off a moment, because her next realization was of him sinking back onto the leather cushions between her open legs. She sleepily lifted her head up and was immediately aroused. He had disrobed. His shoulders were well-defined, his chest broad and muscular. His nipples were an impossible brown, made all the more so juxtaposed against cappuccino-colored skin. She salivated. They must taste sweet and decadent, like Ghirardelli chocolate. As arousing as his body was -- and she hadn't yet glimpsed his penis -- what was in his hands had her labia at once flaring and melting. "Do you mind?" Those twin orbs of his, now an absurd shade of green she thought only existed in lush rainforests, challenged her to object, which she certainly had no intention doing. "Not at all." Her voice was strong, betraying her body trembling with anticipation and desire. Once he started rubbing her vagina with it, she forgot to wonder how he'd found Dexter. He ran the length of Dexter's shaft against her. Then, he gently thrust Dexter's head into her a fraction of an inch, simultaneously massaging her swollen clit with his other hand. Controlling Cop I briefly considered grabbing a robe out of Jenny's closet, but why bother? I was wearing a t-shirt for a nightgown that ended at mid-thigh. I wasn't exactly indecent. The only other person in the house was Jenny's Dad and he was surely asleep by now. I was just going to grab a drink of water anyway. It was way too hot for a robe. Jenny had just started college this fall and was home for Thanksgiving break. We were spending the night at her house catching up. I hadn't been able to afford to go to college so I was looking for a job. I felt my way down the stairs in the dim light from the nightlight along the base of the wall, and tried to picture the layout of the floor as I felt my way through the dining room into the kitchen. "Now, what are you doing wandering around in the middle of the night young lady?" I must have jumped a mile at the deep, rough voice. A dry laugh floated in the hot night air. He was sitting in the dark, just the glow of his cigarette visible at first. "Join me," he commanded. There was no denying that voice. I figured it came from being a cop. I also wasn't predisposed to saying no. My Catholic school upbringing had made sure of that. I walked over and sat down at the kitchen table in the chair next to his. As my eyes became accustomed to the low light, I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was a big man, at least 6'2" and broad shouldered. I bit my lip, wishing I could reach out and touch his chest. I could just make out that there was a tattoo on his shoulder but I couldn't see what it was in the dim light from the street lamp coming in the kitchen window. He crushed out his cigarette and took a drink from the glass. The sharp tang of alcohol reached me. I fidgeted. Was he drunk? He set the glass back on the table then leaned over and slid his fingers up my knee to my thigh, just shy of my nightie hem. I breathed in quickly but made no protest. Then his fingers dipped under the hem and went back down to my knee. I shivered. I wanted to do something but I didn't know what so I just watched. He traced the same pattern, up my thigh, under the hem of my nightie, going further each time before backing out. He took hold of my hand and tugged. I went willingly to my feet as he pulled me over to sit on his lap. He wrapped his right arm around my back to support me as his big, rough left hand slid up under the hem of my nightie and back down to my knee again and again, caressing my leg and thigh. "I bet the young men have all been sniffing around you, haven't they?" I shook my head shyly. A stinging slap landed on my thigh. "Whatever I tell you to do or ask you a question, you will reply yes sir or no sir. Now, have the young men been sniffing around your juicy little cunt?" "No, sir." "No? What a waste. A juicy young thing like you, so delicious and willing." As if to prove his point, his left hand pushed my thighs apart and his fingertips teased my young pussy through the crotch of my cotton panties. I'd only been out on a few dates and none of the boys had tried anything like this. They'd been content to kiss and grope my breasts. None of them had inspired the wild beating of my heart like he did either. I felt his fingertip push the panty crotch aside and slide along my slit. "Mmmm, already wet. I think we're going to have fun, aren't we Nicky?" "Yes, sir." I sighed. The feel of his rough finger on my clit was thrilling but a little scary too. I loved how hard and powerful his arm felt around me. He could do anything he wanted to me, whether I wanted him to or not. But I wanted him to do everything he did that night. I felt his finger probe further down my slit, slipping between my lips, pushing further and further until it started to get uncomfortable. I was so tight yet that I couldn't even wear a tampon without it hurting. I heard him chuckle again. "Oh yeah, you've been a good girl. You'll be my girl tonight." "Yes, sir." I liked the sound of that. I wanted to be his girl. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I sighed as he licked my lower lip then yelped as he bit it. He pulled his finger back out and raised it to my lips, rubbing it along my lower lip. "Lick that off." I opened my mouth obediently and he pushed the finger in. "Now, suck it, suck it hard like a naughty little girl." "Yes, sir." I sucked my own tangy juices off his big, thick finger until he pulled it back out of my mouth. "That's right. Yeah, I could tell you were a naughty girl, you've just been fooling everybody with your good girl act. I'm going to teach you tonight what a naughty girl you really are." "Yes, sir." He pushed me off his lap with his right arm as he kept a hold of my hip with his left. He pulled me around to stand in front of him. "Now, reach down and take hold of the hem of your nightie," he directed me. "Yes, sir." I did as I was told. "Slowly lift it up... stop." "Yes, sir." I stopped, holding the nightie just above my breasts in front of his face. I looked down to see his lips parted as he just looked at my tits. I liked the way he was looking at me. It made me feel powerful. He spread his legs and pulled me in between them until I was just in front of him; then I felt his rough face rubbing against my soft breasts and across my sensitive nipples. He flicked just the tip of his tongue across my right nipple, making it harden, then sucked it hard into his mouth. I felt his big hands squeezing my ass roughly as he assaulted my breasts. I knew I should say no. I should have protested. I shouldn't have let him do that to me. But I'd been a good girl so long. I wanted him to make me his naughty girl. His hands hooked over my little cotton panties and pulled them down, pushing them further down my legs. "Step out of them. Take your nightie off and drop it." "Yes, sir." I stood naked in front of him as he grasped my hips and pushed his face into my pussy, inhaling deeply. He maneuvered us around so he could push me up onto the table. "Lie back," he commanded. "Yes, sir." I lay back on the table as I felt him grasp my knees in his big paws and pull them wide apart. He just sat there for what felt like an eternity, his hands on my knees. I couldn't see his face now. Then I felt a light touch on my clit and jumped. I realized he was licking my cunt. "Naughty girls need a tongue lashing," he said between licks. "Mmmm, so creamy. Just like a sweet dessert. You taste good baby. Cum for me, cum on my tongue." "Yes, sir." I panted. I felt him plunge his tongue into my pussy and lick all over it. It felt so good, so nice. I panted and moaned as my body shuddered. I looked up to see him standing between my legs. I heard his pants unzipping and I saw his cock for the first time. Oh my God! It was huge! "Please," I said, shaking my head. "It's gonna hurt." "Awww, don't worry, pretty little baby," he said, reaching up to stroke my nipples for a minute then pinch them. I sucked in my breath. "Pain can feel good too. I'm going to show you how good." "Yes, sir," I replied nervously. I watched fearfully as he stroked a hand up and down his thick shaft. I suppose it was a normal size but fear made it take on giant proportions to me. I watched him reach down and line it up, feeling the smooth head rubbing along my cunt lips. Then he began to push in. At first it felt good, solid, as he pushed in little by little. Then it began to feel full, then tight, then painfully so. He would push in a little and stop for a second then push a little further. Finally, he reached forward and stroked his hand across my cheek before covering my mouth as he thrust in all the way. I screamed out, muffled under his hand. He thrust in and out twice before he stopped and held still. "That's the worst of it baby. It just gets better from now on. Now you're my naughty little girl." He slowly began to pull out and push in, letting me feel it completely. "I'm gonna turn you into my little slut. My naughty girl." "Yes, sir. Oh please, please make me your naughty girl." He grinned, thrusting harder and faster into my sore cunt. Surprised it could even happen with how I'd hurt, I felt another orgasm building in my body. His big fingers teased my swollen clit again as he thrust until I came, writhing on his cock, as he fucked me then shot his hot cum into me. I felt the walls of my pussy suck at his cock as he pulled it out of my cunt. He pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me to hold me steady as he kissed me. I felt warm and delicious. "You'd better go back upstairs before my daughter starts to miss you," he said, running his hands over my naked ass one more time. "Yes, sir," I sighed. He leaned down to pick up my nightgown and held it up for me. I put my arms up and let him slide it down on to me. He pulled me against him for another kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth as he reached up and squeezed my breasts. Finally, he helped me off the table and walked me to the stairs. He kissed me again and gave me a little push up the stairs. ******* The next morning we all sat down to breakfast. Jenny's father was friendly and nice, as always, smiling and joking. The soreness in my pussy was the only thing telling me that what had happened the night before was real. "I'm going to go grab a shower," Jenny said, and headed for the stairs. "Okay," I replied and watched her go down the hallway. When I turned back, her father had my panties from the night before in his hand. He held them to his face, no longer smiling. He stared at me. "Mmmm, I love naughty little girl for breakfast," he said, sniffing the crotch. "Come here." I got up and walked around the table. Stopping a few steps before him nervously, I held my hand out for the panties. His eyes narrowed. "Have you forgotten how you're supposed to respond?" "N-no, sir." "Kneel," he commanded. "Yes, sir." Once again, I did as told. "I think a little girl needs some milk for her breakfast. "Yes, sir," I gulped. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, pushing them down enough to release his cock. I had stopped far enough away from him that, when I knelt, I was still a few paces away. He held his cock and started stroking it. "Crawl," he said. "Yes, sir." I crawled closer on my knees until he reached out and pulled my head to his groin. "Suck it. Suck it like you sucked my finger last night." I leaned in and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. He groaned. I sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head, loving the feel of it and the power I felt as it swelled in my mouth. He ran his fingers though my hair and then held my head as he thrust into my mouth. "That's my naughty little girl." He smiled as I started sucking him off eagerly. When I felt his cum spurt into my mouth, I swallowed it all. He leaned down and pulled my mouth to his, kissing me hard. "You're mine now. Remember that." "Yes, sir." ******* I made excuses about looking for a job and went over to his house every chance I got. I loved the way he touched me, roughly fondling and groping me. He would push me up against the wall and kiss me, rubbing his hardening cock against my body. I loved the way he manhandled me. He touched me in ways no one else could and fucked me mercilessly; on every bed in the house, in his chair in the living room, on the back porch swing, even in the garage on top of his squad car at lunchtime. We watched porno flicks and he taught me some of the things we saw. I learned to take his big cock deep into my throat and in my ass. He would handcuff me to the bedpost and spank me if I hesitated to do anything. I learned to enjoy that too. It wasn't too long before he decided that he didn't care what the town said, he wanted me in his bed all the time. Again, I did as I was told. And I've been very happy doing it.