0 comments/ 21511 views/ 1 favorites Yours By: kitty5670 I admit it. I was being a bitch. I was pouting and even I didn't know why. The last few days, I'd been snapping at you and everyone else in my life. You knew I was moody before you made me yours, and actually seemed to enjoy bringing me back from my darkness. The little ones were tucked safely in their beds. I had checked on them and was surprised when you asked me if they were asleep. I responded that they were and quickly flicked on the television. I didn't expect you to join me. I thought you'd gotten up to go in the bathroom and take a shower before turning in. I suppose my attitude had told you what I needed. I've been stomping around, slamming cabinet doors all night. The words tumbling from my mouth had been little more than growls and my normally pleasant personality had taken a nose-dive into darkness. I was caught somewhere between PMS and Spoiled Brat mode. I had decided not to sleep naked, opting instead for my nearly see through bathing suit coverup. It is short, ending just below my rear-end, and it has a thick fish net texture, with long openings under my arms and is extremely cool and stretchy. Imagine my surprise when you stood up from the computer, joined me on the bed and quickly exposed my left breast and closed your mouth around my nipple. Your lips pulling on my nipple ring, while your hand began pulling on my right nipple, making me squeal from the slight pain, and growing pleasure. To my surprise, I could feel my juices begin flowing and my clit ballooning under its hood. You kept your fingers on my right nipple and eased your lips up my neck, nibbling your way up. By the time your lips covered mine, I couldn't stop the long growling moan that was rising in my throat. You rolled me on my side, pulling me close to you, as you continued kissing me. You moved both of your hands to my hair and pulled hard, just like I like, holding me still with my head back as you began biting and sucking on my nipples. God, I love that. My clit is absolutely throbbing. Please keep pulling my head back. I love this dominant side of you. Your teeth are almost hurting me, but my juices flow even harder. You pull me tightly to your chest again and I feel your left hand slide down my back, while your right is still buried in my hair. I know you are about to take my panties off and rub my little pearl. I want your fingers buried in me. It's been weeks since you fisted me and just thinking about it is getting me hotter. I'm moaning and purring as you hold me close. I feel your right hand slide behind my shoulders and pull me in close as your left hand quickly rises from my lower back and is slammed against the cheeks of my ass. You're spanking me! Again, this time rolling me onto my stomach, you slap my left ass cheek, while your right hand presses me into the bed. I can't help it, my head is raising off the mattresses as my body tenses. You strike again, this time on my right ass cheek. I can't stifle the moan. It's so loud. I quickly draw in a breath as you press my head back down, warning me to stay still and quiet down. I hear the sternness in your voice. You love spanking your slut, and your slut loves it. You continue spanking me as I wiggle. I finally manage to get on my left side again. Now, you are the one growling. I heard you saying you are going to make my pussy as red as my ass. I pull my knees forward and push my ass out, giving you a clear target and I feel the first strike lower, vibrations echoing to my clit. You are popping my thighs now and I can feel your hand hitting my clit as it comes down. I'm sweating. It's burning and vibrating, but feels so ALIVE. You've stopped. God NO!! I beg you for more. "Baby, please, I'm so close, please make me cum!" You rub my ass and spread my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties. "You are going to cum", you growl in my ears. You've pressed me back on to my stomach with my legs wide apart. You press me down hard, my face in the pillow stifling my moans and grunts as you start to strike my ass between my thighs, going lower each time until my pussy is getting the full force. I'm throbbing and on fire. "Rub it Please! Please, I'm gonna cum! Please!" I'm begging you. You take two fingers, sliding them under my panties, dipping them in my juices until they are glistening wet and rolling them up to my clit. My little pearl is hard and throbbing. You press and pinch, rubbing and rolling it as I groan and grunt and plead with you to fuck me. Your other hand is being used to try and push my face into the pillow to keep me from screaming. I feel it, OH GOD! I'm cumming and it's making my whole body shake. My panties are soaked, as is the sheet I'm laying on. Your hand is covered in my juices. I start moaning so loud, you move your chest up and cover my back, pulling my head back and capturing my lips with yours. Your mouth absorbs my shouts as I tremble and relief washes over me. I hear your words as I'm panting, "My turn now". You roll me over and slide your cock into me, pushing my panties to the side and entering me in one long stroke. You're so big and so hard; even though I'm slick and wet, I feel my pussy stretching to accommodate you. I know you were enjoying my spanking, and I can see the need for your own release as I watch you thrusting in and out of me. I can't stop it, after only a few minutes, my cunt is gripping you. I feel the waves of my orgasm start and there's no stopping it. I arch beneath you and groan with the intensity of the pleasure. Your hands are pulling on my nipples now, making the sensations grow. I hear you growling and look up. Your thrusts are harder. As my orgasm is rolling through me, I feel your hot cum flooding me and watch as you tense. Your mouth captures mine again as you shake within me. You hold me in your strong embrace, while your gift fills me. You've claimed me again. I'm yours. The peaceful feeling of being wanted has returned. I'll sleep well tonight and wake up smiling tomorrow. Yours You spot me from the corner of your eye, standing there in my black shirt and dark blue jeans, my hair let down and combed straight, just the way you like it. You glance over at me, and then look again, harder. Your eyes sweep up my body, and back down it, and I know that soon you will want to touch me. For this I do not have to wait long; you step toward me, and kiss me softly. My body melts against yours as your tongue slips into my mouth, and I enjoy the sweet taste of you, reveling in the feel of your soft lips grazing mine. I catch a mischievous gleam in your eyes that I cannot exactly place. For a brief instant, I can tell you're getting excited about something, then it happens. Without warning, you roughly push me back against the wall. I open my mouth to protest, and you look at me and sharply order, "Don't speak." I can see the lust glimmering in your eyes and know that you are serious, so I silently nod, seeing no other option. Your hands begin to search my body. You slowly stroke the side of my face, not in a gentle way, but slowly, meticulously. Though you do not hurt me, it is as if you using this simple gesture to plainly say, "Now you are mine." The message comes through loud and clear, and as I raise my chin up and lean my head against the wall, you let your hands travel down to my neck. You enjoy the feel of my skin, smooth and vulnerable, against your fingertips. You touch me softly, with restraint yet such power that I feel myself surrendering control to you. Your hands travel farther down my body, caressing my shoulders, creeping down my arms as my breathing increases and goosebumps form on my skin. Soon your hands find mine, and you grab them and hold them together behind my back. With your body pressed against me so tightly, I can feel you getting more excited. As your cock gets harder, I can't help but notice it, and at the same time, I wonder if you know how wet your touch is making me. You notice that my nipples are getting hard from this stimulation, and you cruelly decide to add to my predicament. You touch me through my shirt, finding exactly the right spot despite the layers of clothing. You pinch me lightly, and rub my nipples between your fingers, stopping every now and then to grab me entirely into your hands and squeeze. I cannot help but bite my lip to avoid crying out, you have me so aroused. With one hand still holding onto my wrists, you nibble at my ears and softly bite at my neck. You know all too well how much I like this, and sure enough, a soft moan escapes my lips. Your free hand now travels down farther, finding the button on my jeans. I try to squirm away from your touch, but you lean into me even more, using your body to steady mine and keep me exactly where you want me. You pop the button free, grasp the zipper, and pull. Your hands drop mine, but I know better than to try to move them. With more freedom, you find it even easier to tug my jeans down. You catch your first look at my panties, the sexy black thong you like so much, and a slow smile spreads across your face. By now I am torn between wanting to escape your touch and wanting to give in to you, but you leave me no choice. You pull my panties aside, and push your index finger directly on my clit. Upon contact with me, you can immediately tell how wet I have become for you. I gasp at your touch and again try to move away, but again your insistence keeps me still. Your finger slides inside my wet pussy and I shutter all over. You are looking deep into my eyes as you finger me, and I see the desire evident there. Sliding back out of me, you bring your finger up to your lips and lick it clean. You have no idea how much I delight in watching you enjoy me. You look my body over again and toy with the hem on the bottom of my shirt. I know what is coming next, and try to take this opportunity to catch you off guard and get away, but you are too much in control, and you peel the shirt off my body, reaching back to unhook my bra, too. Now I am on display for you, nearly naked and still pressed against the wall, wet, and ready. You enjoy seeing me this way, knowing that I am yours for the taking, and there is nothing I can do about it. You put your hand around my head, pulling my hair slightly, and kiss me deeply. I can taste myself on you from a minute ago, and I know that isn't the only thing I will be tasting tonight. You press your bottom half into me, your cock resting against my nearly naked self. You remove your shirt, working quickly so that I will have no chance of escape. This time when you kiss me, you get even more passionate, and I know that I won't be pressed against the wall for very much longer, although I will remain in your hands for quite a while. I am proved correct; you kiss me for a minute longer, then grab me again and pull me into your bedroom. You shove me onto your bed and look down at me, sprawled out and exposed for you, and it turns you on even more. You make quick work of pulling off your jeans and boxers, and I suddenly find you standing naked before me. You bend over me, your body creeping down mine as you take my panties with you. When you are in the right position, your tongue touches my clit, and you lick in slow, long strokes. I try to sit up, try to push you off me, but you will have none of it. One hand fondles my chest, while at the same time one or two fingers of the other hand slide deep into me, giving me but a small taste of what is to come. You enjoy having the freedom to use my body any way you want, and you speed up the rhythm on my pussy. After only a few short minutes of this, I am close to being pushed over the edge. You notice this, and decide to change things up a bit, not wanting to give me release just yet. You stand up, only to sit back down again, this time straddling my face. You line your cock up with my mouth, and I try to protest and turn my head away, but you refuse to let me, and shove yourself into me. Your hand reaches around my head to pull my hair, and you sit back and enjoy watching me suck you. Although I would never admit it, I love doing this to you, and my tongue swirls around your head, teasing you slightly, only to let you plunge back into me. My hand gently kneads your balls, hitting all the right spots and adding to your pleasure. You moan at the sensations I am giving you, but you quickly catch yourself and push a little harder into my mouth, reminding me that you are indeed in control of what is happening. Soon I know that you will be in other parts of me, and it makes me excited and frightened at the same time. Sure enough, you soon pull out of me and survey me once more. You see me laying there, submitting completely to your every whim. The thought of this turns you on, and you know then that you must have me. It doesn't take long for you to get in position, straddling my body, your arms up near my head. I feel your hardness press against my wetness, and my entire body tingles at the thought of having you inside me. Somehow managing to keep your cool, you tease me, rubbing the head of your cock against my clit, feeling me tremble against you with desire. I want you so badly now that I can hardly stand it. You finally give in and thrust, hard, inside me, and I cry out with pleasure. You slowly pull out, only to press in again. In and out you thrust, and the speed is agonizingly slow. I can feel you pressing against my g-spot, gently moving around, changing the angle and reaching every part of me. My heart is beating quickly, and I am breathing hard near your ear, corresponding with your speed as you violate my body. In, out. In, out. I notice that when you slide out slightly, you stimulate my clit perfectly, and this feeling gets me more worked up than ever before. You begin to pick up the tempo, and I match your rhythm. You are fucking me hard now, and I wrap my legs around you. My arms are grasping at your back, trying to find something to hold onto. This fast pace has us both on the edge, and we both know that neither of us will last very much longer. Suddenly you hit just the right spot, and I feel my entire body starting to tense against yours. You can see that you have finally pushed me over the edge, and this excites you so much that you, too, begin to lose it. We cum together, as one, our bodies in pure ecstasy, thinking of nothing but the feeling, trying to hold onto it as long as possible. Afterward, we collapse in each other's arms, too spent for words. "The best part," I say to you, "is that we get to do it all over again tomorrow." Yours I thought--when I did it--that you'd be mad. Maybe that's why I did it. Things had been too quiet in the house all day. Too routine. I needed some excitement. I don't know exactly what I thought you'd do, all I know is that I expected a lot more of a reaction than I got. But you didn't move--or even bat an eye--when the ice cube slid down the back of your shirt, against your skin. It made me a little uncomfortable, how silent and motionless you were. I didn't know what to do, other than continue sitting there, next to you on the couch, pretending to watch TV while eyeing you out of the corner of my eye. Finally, unable to stand the silence, I turned to you, tried to giggle to lighten the mood. To show you it was just a joke. You turned to look at me, but you weren't smiling. Your eyes were dark, unreadable, filled with some hidden emotion that sent a thrill of fear--and lust--up my spine. I could see a damp spot forming on the back of your shirt, near your jeans, where the ice was melting. So much for jokes. I think I blushed a little, but it was dark, with only the light from the television as illumination, and I hoped you didn't notice. I started to speak, but your hand flashed out so quickly that I was stunned into silence. Your fingers locked around my wrist started to hurt. I tried to pull away. You narrowed your eyes. "Why do you insist upon acting so childish?" you admonished, before releasing me with a sound of disgust. "And why are you such a stick-in-the-mud?" I thought angrily, but kept the thought to myself. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and faced forward sullenly, refusing to meet your gaze. I'm not sure exactly why I was angry, except that I felt... ignored. Maybe I just wanted attention. Out of spite, I grabbed the remote control from the coffee table and flipped the station from your football game to an episode of The View. I couldn't stop myself from making a little "hmph" sound of triumph as I did it. You cleared your throat and glared. "Don't start with me right now," you warned. "I'm not in the mood." Indignant, I threw the remote across the room, and shot to my feet, hands on my hips. I think the battery fell out and rolled across the floor, but I couldn't be sure, because now you were on your feet, fists clenched, that tick in your jaw working overtime. "That's what you want, then?" you asked me, an evil grin lighting your face. You took a step toward me and I took a step backward, holding one of the sofa pillows in front of me protectively. I knew you wouldn't hurt me, not really, but I had never seen that look in your eyes before. It made my knees a little weak. "You don't scare me," I said, with more bravado than I felt. Then I made the mistake of turning my back on you, starting to walk away. The next thing I knew, your fingers were at the nape of my neck, twining in my hair, pulling me back. Surprised, my head jerked a little and I stopped walking. "Ouch, stop." I tried to twist around to face you, but you held your thumb against my neck, rubbing strangely erotic circles against one of my sensitive spots. There was a long silence. I didn't hear anything but the sound of your breathing. Then I felt one of your hands brush lightly against the side of my breast and I gasped as my nipple hardened in reaction to your touch. I felt myself involuntarily leaning back into your body. When you finally spoke again, your voice was low, rumbling, almost a growl. "If you want to play, we'll play. Get on your knees." Trying to get a grip on my racing pulse, I reminded myself I was supposed to be angry with you. "No. I'm not doing anything with you, you jerk." I tried one of those foot sweep moves that I had been learning in self-defense class, hoping to catch you off-guard. It didn't work out exactly the way I had planned. My back slammed down on the carpet hard, and I dropped the pillow. "Damn," I muttered under my breath. So much for those classes. Your eyes flashed from brown to black as you pinned my wrists to the ground near my head. I kicked my feet and tried to wiggle out from under you, but only succeeded in grinding my hips against yours. And simultaneously feeling the growing erection in your jeans. It was probably not the best position for me to be in while wearing a mid-thigh-length cotton sundress, as the dress was riding higher on my hips with every wiggle. And I felt my cheeks get hot at the thought that you might be able to see the growing damp spot on my panties. Changing tactics, I tried to free my hands from your grip. And as I struggled, unsuccessfully, to push you off and flip you over, I tried to hide my involuntary smile. My heart was racing, and my body was incredibly aroused. I realized, suddenly, that I'd never had so much fun fighting with anyone in my life. I was caught between the desire to draw out the enflaming passion of the struggle and the equally strong desire to give in to whatever it was you wanted. In my moment of indecision, you caught my wrists together with one hand and bent your head toward mine. I bit my lip as your warm breath tickled my earlobe. Then you moved slightly, lightly nipped my neck your teeth. My breathing, already coming in short, heaving bursts, caught in my throat. I tried to swallow the moan that rose in my chest, but I couldn't stop my hips from moving against you kissed my neck, licked it. I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm gathering in my body, wanted to feel you inside of me first. Drawing on some reserves of strength and willpower, I twisted the bottom half of my body and tried to pull out from under you. You laughed softly against my ear, keeping my arms pinned and moving with me. I ended up flat on my stomach this time, even more immobile than before, the hard length of your body covering mine. You bit my earlobe, just hard enough to make me cry out your name. I couldn't help myself. I didn't want you to stop. You brushed my hair away from my neck with one hand. "Having fun now?" you asked, your voice thick with your own desire. I made a strangled sound, which was quickly muffled by the carpet at my cheek. Ignoring my struggles, you ran a hand up my outer thigh, dragging the hem of my dress up until it was bunched at my waist. I could feel the cool air on my skin, the texture of your jeans pressing against me. I was glad it was dark, because I felt incredibly exposed. And I could feel your eyes drinking in the sight of my obvious arousal. Then, before I knew what you were doing, there was a sharp tugging at my hips, a tearing sound, and the flimsy bikini straps of my underwear gave way to your insistence, ripping at the seams. "Hey," I cried in protest, but again the sound was muffled by the carpet. I tried to push myself up, bracing myself against the floor with my knees and outstretched elbows. But I only succeeded in pushing my ass into the air, making my naked wetness more available to you. Realizing this, I tried to flatten myself against the floor again, but you were too quick--sliding the sofa pillow from where it had fallen next to me up and under my lower abdomen. I began to struggle in earnest now, using my whole body. This wasn't a position I was comfortable in, wasn't something we'd ever done before. You allowed me to struggle for a moment, seemingly preoccupied with something else as you held me down with one arm. There was a rustling and a sliding behind me. I imagined you might be taking your jeans off. I wanted to roll over and take you in my hand, my mouth. Inside of me. You had other plans. I heard the sharp crack before I felt it, a warm, stinging sensation spreading across my ass. I was so surprised that I stopped struggling. Then lower half of your body covered mine again, skin against skin, and I realized that you had removed your pants. I writhed beneath you like a snake, wanting you to slide inside of me, now. You whispered in my ear. "Don't move." My hair was falling halfway across my face and I couldn't see you. Not sure what you were doing, I tried to obey. But I found that once you released my wrists, moved most of your weight off of my body, it was hard not to move. I felt even more out of control with you releasing me, leaving me responsible for my own actions. I halfway wished I were still restrained. But then, your hands were at my inner thighs, sliding higher and higher, until your thumbs were skimming the center of my hot, slick wetness. I bit my lip and tried not to move, not to scream, when one thumb came to rest directly on my clit. You began moving in slow circles, first at an even pace, then faster, then slower again. Pressing on my clit just hard enough to make me throb, want more, then easing up just when I felt an orgasm starting to build. My fingernails dug into the carpet at my head. My back arched and I pressed my body up against your fingers. Harder, I wanted it harder, but you teased me, keeping the pressure just the way you wanted it, maddening me, driving me crazy with desire. More. I wanted more. I didn't realize I was screaming the words aloud until I heard you laughing again behind me. Keeping your thumb on my clit, you slid two fingers of the same hand inside of me, and I sighed with temporary relief at the sensation of being filled. But it wasn't enough. You stayed motionless inside of me, against me, for a few seconds. Holding me in your hand, still talking to me in that low, rumbling voice. "How much more?" you asked. I wasn't sure how much, but my body took over and answered for me. "Whatever you want," I whispered, gasping. "Beg me." "Please..." I could barely breathe, I was felt so close to coming. "That's not very convincing." I groaned in frustration, feeling my pussy throb, contract and spasm involuntarily around your fingers, wishing you would just MOVE. "Oh God," I pleaded. "I need... I need... something." "This." It was a statement, not a question. Your body was covering mine again, your erection pressing insistently at my back. "Yes!" I was close to screaming again. "Yes, yes, yes, please, God, yes." I couldn't wait to see what you would do next, and so I starting rocking my hips against your hand, fucking your fingers obscenely. I didn't care anymore what I looked like, what you thought. I just wanted. Needed. "Fuck me," I moaned, thrashing my head around on the floor. No sooner had the words left my mouth than you removed your hand and thrust your cock inside of me in one long, decisive stroke. "Mine," you grunted, you fists tangling in my hair as you waited for me to adjust to your size. I mumbled something incoherent in agreement, and you began moving, thrusting, fucking me deep and hard. So deep that it was almost painful, but not a sharp pain, a sweet mixture of raw hunger and painful passion that nearly sent me over the edge. Time lost meaning. I had no idea how long we spent like that, moving together. I had one mind-numbing orgasm, then two, but still you didn't stop. Your fingers were on my breasts, teasing my nipples. My whole body felt like one, pulsing nerve. I had never been so thoroughly filled, so aroused, so completely owned by a man's cock before in my life. And then, suddenly, finally, I could tell you were close to coming. You started moving faster, a more insistent rhythm. "Mine," you groaned again, fingers still in my hair, pulling my head back up off the floor as you started to spasm inside of me. Your orgasm triggered my own--number three--and I came in a flood of juices, my legs trembling beneath you. And as we came together, I could feel your teeth clamping down on my neck, your lips sucking hard, too hard, it was going to leave a mark for sure, but I didn't care. I certainly didn't feel any pain, and as for the mark... Well, it didn't matter. I was yours. ### Yours A thought has been sliding around in my mind frequently. Each time, I try to think about something else. Try to not beat myself up with the thought. But it keeps returning... each time with renewed strength and clarity. Until one day, I could take it no more. It started the evening before, my mind rolling through the details of those thoughts. I have become more anxious and excited as the thoughts continue to stream through my conscience. Finally I have to focus on something else... I have to relax, I have to sleep. I figure a nights rest and a new day of work will purge it from my mind for now. Even with help, sleep comes hours later. So fatigued I am about to fall over. The next morning arrives and the rest so fleeting. My sleep has been restless and short again. But further sleep is non-existent. As I go about the preparations for the day, I continue to try vainly to block these amazingly vivid thoughts. Pushing forward into another empty day, I go about my daily tasks, but without the interest of my past. Focus on the details of my job seems to help. Then my guard falls and I can see your eyes looking up at me through the curls of your hair. I see the look of sheer pleasure in your eyes. The look that is looking at the physical signs of my approval... Tears filling my eyes, I force my focus back to work. I am juggling as much detail as I can muster. Keeping my attention divided between as many tasks as I can find. A feeling of dread filling me as the day drags on. I know that I will not be able to block the thoughts once I get home. Even as I work frantically to maintain control, my mind is always flashing images from what has become a nightmare of thoughts. The hours roll by and I realize the hour is late, the building long since empty and dark... except me. I know I have to give up and go home. As I code out and begin the drive home, I am unable block the images. As I approach oncoming traffic... the twin headlights of cars, your eyes looking longingly and lovingly up at me as we walked arm in arm up a street many months earlier. Pulling up to a stop at a red stop light, I catch the reflection of the streetlights on the face of another motorist in another car, my mind sees you sitting in a darkened room across from me as we talk, the street light, shining through the window, reflecting of your face, highlighting your features. I can see the sweep of your jaw and curve of your lips in the focused lighting. The curl of your hair, the glint of this subtle light in your eyes... I hear a horn behind me, I suddenly realize the light is green and I have been scolded for missing it. I begin to accelerate away from the light with a quick wave over my shoulder in apology. As I am racing up the expressway, my mind racing from conversation to conversation, image to image, the cars streaming by to my rear, the curves taken near the limit of the cars ability to grip the road, the destination seems pre-programmed into the car. My thoughts so brilliantly etched with all of the images of your eyes looking back at me, as though they had been etched there with the finest surgical laser, speaking volumes to me with every look, revealing your soul to me. Laying bare your thoughts, your fears, old memories and new. The nose of my car entering the appointed off ramp without a realization I was even there. Turn after turn, my mind seeing only the depth of your eyes. Pulling up to a stop and setting the parking break, I crawl from my car. Walking as though I were walking to my cell, I approach my front door. After unlocking and opening the door slowly to see the darkened interior of my home, I walk in. Walking to the light near the sofa after closing the door, I reach for it. But find myself falling back onto the sofa in the dark, my head back tears streaming down my face, the room still dark. My mind slowly focusing... I want you so badly! I need what we shared! I need the hours of conversation, the openness and freedom of exchange. I need to feel you making love with me again. I need to feel your lips on my cock. I need to see your eyes looking into mine again. Your lips sliding slowly down my cock to its base, the head in your throat. Feeling my erection growing as I sit there with tears in my eyes, I can hardly bear it. I have the feeling of your throat muscles rhythmically caressing the head as clearly in my mind now as then. My hand slides down the waistband of my pants to find my already rock hard cock. I am slowly caressing it, as I feel your tongue caressing the underside of the shaft of my cock. The sounds of breathing as you slide back up the shaft. Unbuttoning and unzipping my pants with my other hand, my cock erupts to a position of attention, as the slot of my shorts part to release it. Your curly hair obscuring my view of your face, I reach down and pull back those lovely hanks of hair to a tight bunch at the back of your head. With my thumb and forefinger joined at the tips, gliding slowly and easily up and down the length of my cock. The feeling of your lips engulfing my cock fill my mind, seeing you looking up into my eyes, the sounds of your enjoyment at making love to me through my cock. My breathing is growing deep as my fingers move slowly over the length of my cock. I feel your pleasure at the first taste of pre-cum on your tongue, a little quiver that seems to start in your toes and ends with your tongue against my cock. My fingers, now lubricated, are gliding more firmly up and down my shaft. Your lips pausing at the base, deep in your throat, I can hardly hear my own thoughts, feeling your mouth engulfing me, the gentle shudders of pleasure vibrating through your mouth as your excitement builds. Ahhh baby... you are so beautiful, with each stroke a little more pre-cum lubricating my fingers. My cock throbbing and straining as you continue to suckle there. I realize I need to stand up and let my pants and shorts fall to my feet. I open my shirt and let it hang there... You kneeling there before me, one hand caressing my balls lightly with one hand as you lift the shaft with the other, and continue licking and mouthing my shaft. I feel your lips moving down my cock, finally taking one ball into your mouth and then the other. Oh my god, baby! This is so beautiful. My hand is still holding your hair at the back of your head, pulling you down onto my cock. My hips moving forward, trying to give you all of it... it is yours. My breathing is growing deeper and more rapid. My cock now firmly in my now slick hand moving slowly along its length, I hear your breathing, the sounds of your moans of approval and pleasure, your pace picking up as your excitement builds. I am watching as you voraciously are suckling my cock. Ahhh... beautiful, oh my god, I love this. I reach down and find your left nipple, already erect with excitement, squeezing it between my fingers as I cup your tit in my palm. I feel you tense as I do, a shudder beginning to develop in your body. My hand gliding up and down along the length of my cock to your pace, I feel you begin to shudder more quickly... Holding you throat in one hand and your hair at the back of your head in the other. My cock deep in your mouth, the head well into your throat, you stop, eyes close and repeatedly tense and release as you cum for me, a muffled uhhh, uhhh welling up from deep inside you ... I can feel your throat repeatedly tighten around my cock head. Yes, just like that... just like that, Oh yes, just like that. My cock is straining in your mouth. Gently holding your head as I push my cock a little deeper into your mouth. Oh, you are so good, this feels incredible... Ahhh. I can't get enough of you. My cock is so slick now, straining in my hand for you. Your eyes are again open and looking up at me as your mouth continues to glide up and down me... watching my reactions, watching my face, seeing my pleasure at your ministrations. Feeling the pace of my breathing feeling me tense and release in anticipation. I am so excited now I can hardly breathe. I can feel cum beginning to well up in my cock as my hand slides along its length. The pressure I am using is about the same as the fog of my memory and excitement will allow. I want you so bad... I don't want you to stop, baby. Oh yes, just like that, baby, just like that. Oh my god, I am cumming... Your eyes tell me of your excitement and pleasure as you mouth begins to fill with my cum. My cock beginning to spasm as my hips thrust forward deeper in your mouth again. Between gasps for breath. Oh baby, I have wanted you to have this for so long... as I raised my hand to my mouth and begin to lick my cum from it. I can taste its salty taste and its thick texture coating my lips and tongue. I eagerly lick my hand clean, knowing how much you would have enjoyed doing this for me. This is yours... It has been all along. Yours Okay guys this is my first attempt on story writing for literotica so let me know what you think. LWG * The music was so loud. I could hear the bass through my whole body. Dancing with my friends was fun and uplifting. We couldn't stop laughing at our bad dance moves; I guess that was the drinks we had before hand. Shaking my hips to the music when someone put their hands on my waste to still me. I tried to turn around to see who it was but the hands wouldn't let me move. I was about to try and get my friends attention when the voice behind me spoke, gently whispering to me, "I know you've been waiting for me. I bet your pussy is already wet for me right now." My breath stopped for a second. It was him. I started to dance again wiggling my hips and pushing my bum against his crotch. I could feel his hard cock against my ass as I wiggled it to the beat of the song. He pulled me tightly against him, sliding his hands to my hips so he could control the movement of my body against his better. As the song ended and another began he moved my hair to the left side so he could slowly kiss my neck, starting at the collarbone working his way up to my ear. He gently sucked the lobe into his mouth and bit it gently. "Lets go slut, I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours." His words made me hotter than before. I waved goodbye to my friends and let him take me outside, pulling me by my hand. As soon as we were out the door he shoved me against the wall and finally kissed my lips. He was being rough. He pinned my arms against the wall and ground his hard cock against me, letting me know how hard I made him. He bit my lip and I moaned against him trying to get his lips on mine once more. "You little tease," he growled, "You dancing in that club like a whore, in front of all those men. Shaking your hips in that dress, your beautiful cleavage of yours out for the entire world to see. Don't you know that you're mine! You're my slut and only my slut." I wanted to touch him but I could barely move. He wouldn't let me move my hands. My panties were soaked. All I could think about was him fucking me there and then but I knew he wouldn't. He would let me have my release that easy. "Lets go, you need to remember that you belong to me." I was so happy that he lived close by. He pulled me by my hand toward his house. I had to practically jog in my heels to keep up with his large stride. Looking up at him I felt so petite even in my heels. When we finally got to his house I could feel my juices running down my leg. My pussy was begging to be touched. We got through his front door and he dropped his trousers. He whispered "Come on baby, show me how much you want your man to fuck you right now." I could see that this night was having the same effect on him as it was on me. The front of his boxers were wet with precum. I got to my knees in the door way and slowly peeled them down his long lean legs, his hard organ bobbing in my face. I licked the tip of his precum, his moans becoming music to my ears. I used my left hand to gently cup and massage his balls while the right moved slowly up and down his spit-ridden cock. My mouth engulfed the top as I slowly sucked him, further and further into the back of my throat, my hand massaging my saliva into his hard member. I started to gag but his hands started to push my head further and further onto his huge manhood, chocking me. Gagging on his penis I try to relax my throat to take him further. I feel him tense and I pull so I feel his cum hit my tongue, filling my mouth. I swallow his seed, savouring the taste, when he grabs me and kisses me roughly. "Very good girl", he quietly mutters, as he starts removing his clothes and my dress, while pushing me toward his bedroom. When we're in his bedroom he stares at me in my black lacy underwear and stiletto heels like I'm a present waiting to be unwrapped. He licks his lips and I bite my lip in anticipation. He walks towards me and pulls the front of my bra down exposing one of nipples. He mumbles to himself but I hear it. He said "beautiful" and him looking at me with so much desire in his eyes I feel beautiful. He leans forward and licks the tip and I gasp. He sucks it into his mouth the bites and gently. I moan softly. His fingers start dancing over my breasts when he switches to the other nipple, giving me the same wonderful. He pulls the bra over my head, while gently nudging me towards the bed. I sit on the bed and he gets down onto his knees in front of me. He removes both my shoes and pulls my panties down my legs. "These are dripping. Naughty girl. So wet. Is this for me?" His hands had moved slowly up legs when he said this, his fingers just grazing my slit, then pushing inside of me. "Oh yes." "I knew you loved it, my dirty girl." Slowly pumping his two of his fat fingers into me I'm in heaven. This is what I'd been waiting for all night. "You like that don't you naughty girl?" He moved his face between my legs and licked my clit once. "Yes," I moaned. "You're a naughty slut. Aren't you baby?" then licking me again. "Yes!" "Whose slut are you baby?" licking me once more. "I'm yours! Yours! Please let me cum, honey please!" He stopped everything and stood. "NO. Teases don't get to choose when they come. And you were teasing me tonight." His hand went back down his thumb gently rubbing around my clit keeping me on the brink but not letting me cum. He picked me up and threw me onto the centre of the bed then put his body over mine then thrusting his huge cock into me, stretching me around him. As soon as he enters me I cum. I can't breathe as the pleasure rushes over me him drawing it out as he keeps thrusting into me. When I stop panting I wrap my legs around him while he batters my sweet pussy. He kisses me then whispers, "I want you to ride me. I want to see your tits bouncing in front of me." I unhook my legs and he rolls us onto his back with his cock still inside of me. I start to slowly move up and down, clenching my pussy muscles around his cock as I go. He fills me so well, I cant help but moan every time i sink down on his cock. As I drop down he thrusts up into me, hitting deeper than anyone ever has. After a few minutes I can feel another orgasm building and I can't stop. I go up and down, up and down, with his hands on my hips guiding me. His hand moves towards my clit and starts to stroke me I scream as another orgasm hits me and I hear him grunting as he fills me with his cum. I lie down on top of him, his cock softening but I have no intention of moving. He lightly strokes my back and we both fall asleep in each others arms. Yours Not a disclaimer exactly, but... Look, what follows is a dirty tale. Like it. Don't. Use it. It's yours. I want to be your grrrrl. I want you to be my American lurver and I want to be your grrrl. I want you to wrap those long arms around me and stroke my face, like gentle silk, and I want you to kiss me. I want to ruffle up that mop of hair with my hand. I want to stroke your face and kiss you too. I want you to tell me, to murmur that I'm your girl, and I want to agree with you. I want to purr for you. Growl. And I want you to kiss me and tell me you're going to take care of me, not forever, no, but for now, for this moment. I want you in charge of me. Now. And then. I want you to know how important it is that you get this right. And. I want you to look at me. Look right into those big blue eyes. Look. At... me. Right in. Deep. I want you to see how they look at you, stare. And I want you to kiss me. Again. And once more. Deep. And. I am wearing a long fitted black velvet dress. I want you to feel how soft is it. Smooth it with your hand. Look at it. Watch your hand. Watch it glide over the curves, the am-ple-ness, of me. And feel how yielding I am. I don't want you to look at my face. Watch your hand. See it slide over my breasts and watch as you squeeze those tits over the fluid pouring velvet. And feel me watching too. Feel it. Feel me watch you squeezing me. Fix me. Just fix it. Pop, flick those bouncing tits over from under that dress. Free them. And suck me better. Gnaw and nibble and suck me and grab me and fucking squeeze the shit out of me. And. Think. You. Are. Going to make it better by fucking me. But no. Fuck you. Fuck you. On your back. On a bed on your back, I pull you so that your legs are off that bed, firmly rooted on the ground. Not your grrrrl. You. Are. Mine. I look at your already firming cock, there in front of me as I kneel on the floor before you. You, back down on the bed, feet on the floor, me between your thighs, looking at, thinking about that cock. Hard. Mine. I look. I take that thick cock in my hand, one hand. With the other hand, I rub along the solid thighs of you. Love it. I do. I lick the tip of that swiftly awakening dick, waking it some more. I lick. I lick all the way around the rim of you, yes, like licking the drips from an ice-cream cone. And then I slide my mouth down that now rock hard cock, right, down, to, the, hilt. And pause. The tip of your cock stroking, hitting, the back of my throat, I slide back along the shaft of you. And again. Again, I swallow you. And again. And again. And again. I swallow you whole and I think of. Nothing. I just take in that cock. Whole. And again. I slide my lips, those lips you know so fucking well, those lips which have whispered to you and sighed with you, back and forth along that hard dick. 12 times I take the whole of you in. 13 maybe. 14. And out. Not fast. Deliberate. And then. And then. And then I grab the thick shaft of you and pump and suck that cock. And bob. See that head bob. Not looking at you. Watching my creamy tits bounce as I do that, me, and see the nipples rub the thighs of you. Enjoy how good that feels. And I. Rub. Rub the clit of me. Milk your cock. Rub, and bob. And don't think. Stop this mind from thinking, please, you. Make me feel. But now. Now I look up at you. Tell me you approve. Tell me you like what I'm doing and I'm the best damn deep-throating slut you ever did see, babe, because I am. I'm good. You know it. Watch me. And put your hands around my head. On either side. And fuck that face. Fuck it. I rub. I suck. You fuck. Fuck me. I feel your thighs sliding against my breasts and my hand polishing up that little pussy-jewel of mine, and your cock... fuck, do I feel that cock, fucking my mouth. And this. This. Is. What. Makes. Me. Cum. And you? Your call... Cum for me. Cum for me. Cum. Please. Yours Nervous, I text the sudden change in plans. "I will be in the shower. The dog will let you in. Sit in the kitchen and I will tell you when I am ready." Already the lines of domination and submission blur. I hear him come in as I towel myself. My heart races. Carefully, I pull on the thigh-high black stockings with lace tops. I struggle to attach the garter belt, nerves making my hands shake. I can already feel my wetness, my breath catching as I became more and more aware of my body. Sudden doubts surge...will he like the way I look? Is this what he wanted? Can I really trust him? He stipulated to imperfection. He stipulated to imperfection. He stipulated to imperfection. Over and over it plays in my mind. Who says that?? He does. Costume complete, I open the door, checking to see if he followed my instructions. I have followed his. "Oh good, you're not looking", I say, looking for the acknowledgement that I know he is there, waiting. "No, not looking", comes the answer. "I am almost ready", I say, breathlessly. I step into the bathroom and let my hair down. I like the look. Like I have already been thoroughly fucked. Perfect bedroom hair. Feeling utterly naked in my stockings, garter and heels, I attach the nipple clamps, wincing at the delicious pain. Unsteady, I struggle to control my body as I walk to the kitchen where he sits waiting. "I am more nervous than I thought I would be," I say, vainly trying to cover my breasts. The look on his face is more than enough. I drop my hands, proudly displaying my body to him. Waiting. "Come here." The throaty whisper thrills me and I walk to him and stand, waiting. "Straddle me." I notice the door is unlocked, and struggle to focus. Cautiously, I lower myself over his lap, my body already humming with arousal. He inhales, taking the scent of me, savoring this moment. His lips graze my throat as my breath catches. "Are you going to do whatever I say?" "Yes"....heart racing, I press my body closer. He seeks my lips and I let him come to me, surrender hanging in the air. "Promise?" For just a moment, my heart stops. We don't make promises. We just ARE. "Yes." My whisper is shaky, a testament to my rising desire. In this moment, I promise everything. His lips take mine, a sudden urgency possessing me, robbing me of conscious thought. Taking, tasting, giving. Pulling away, he growls in an utterly masculine low whisper.... "one of the things you are going to do today is count your orgasms aloud. I want to hear you. And if you lose track, no more for you..." Wow. Nice touch, I think...already struggling for control. "That's just mean." I pause, considering if I should agree. I let it linger between us for just a moment. "Ok." I don't think I can do it. Suddenly distracted again by some faint memory of a memo from management about installing a carbon monoxide detector, I ask. "May I lock the door?" His whispered, "yes" is like a caress. Slowly, with the grace of a cat, I lift myself from his lap and move to lock the door. "Don't move." The command catches me by surprise and I stop, holding the pose where I am. I lean against the door, resting my head, tightening my muscles to display my ass and legs in the best way possible. I know the heels look fabulous. Stilettos with black lace stockings and garter belt. The thought of how I must look thrills me to the core. Suddenly I am extraordinarily aware of the pinch on my nipples, the weight of the chain giving the most delicious tug with the slightest movement. I hear him; opening zippers, plastic bags, and....velcro? Oh god....velcro....I can feel my body beginning to quiver and he hasn't even touched me yet. Yes, Velcro. I feel his breath on my neck, warm, sexy; his cock, hard beneath his shorts, presses into my ass....drawing a deep, guttural groan from me, without my permission. As he leans against me, he slowly moves his arms along mine, the awareness of Velcro hanging between us. As he wraps the cuffs around first one wrist and then the other, the fear creeps in. Fear, and excitement. What does he have planned? I know he has a plan. I know he has used his creative genius to plan this encounter. And that frightens me. With excruciating slowness, he moves my arms behind my back, and with the clink of metal I am restrained. Vulnerable. Aroused. All this time, I have remained posed against the door, ass high and proud, every muscle aware that I am on display. His deep voice whispers reassurance as he skims his fingers along my body. In this moment, there is nothing else. Only us. In a final move of possession, he slips a blindfold over my eyes. "Where is your camera?" What?? No, yes...half a second of struggle.... Sighing, I whisper, "in the bedroom". Again, the command. "Don't move." Already, my body shakes at holding the pose, but I fight. Fight to hold and obey. I hear him walk to the bedroom, hear his return, feel his presence, his energy as he lingers directly behind me as I hold the pose against the door. "What's your password?" Apparently, I trust him, as I do not hesitate to tell, but breathlessly blurt the numbers. Taken by the urgency, I give him rapid instructions to find the camera app on my phone. Then, then I feel his swollen cock in my bound, outstretched hands. I hesitate, not sure if I have permission to touch. As neither of us moves, I close my hand around his swollen member, feeling the slick precum coating my fingers. Click. Thrill. Thrill at knowing that he likes to see me holding his cock. Thrill that he wants to show me what it looks like. Thrill that I do not know what he is photographing. I stroke his hardness, focusing on all of the sensations taking over my body. He moves, rapidly trailing his hands across my body, igniting my senses, keeping me guessing at where he would next land. "Ahhhh!!!" my surprised wail at his finding my clitoris cuts through the silence and my legs shake, threatening to betray me. His tongue and lips invade my sex, pushing me to the first orgasm. I wonder if he can taste the honey dust that I dusted on myself. I gasp, struggling to say the simple word. "Ooooone....." I moan, rapidly losing control of my body. Never have I felt so female. So submissive. So in control. Instinctively I know that my submission is much more powerful than any control he can summon. "Yours. I am yours. All yours." The thought circles, around, around, around as I come to climax. Yours Ch. 01 Characters are over 18 and fictional. This is my first attempt at a story of this nature, and I'm still deciding on whether or not to write a second chapter. All comments, complementary or critical, are greatly appreciated. ==Edit== I don't usually change things I've already uploaded, but as I've decided to continue this story I've cleaned up a few mistakes I noticed upon re-reading, and some that were helpfully pointed out to me. I'd like to thank everyone for the supportive comments this story has received. My writing won't improve if I don't get feedback, and knowing what works and what doesn't is a great help. So thank you. - BB * I hated my twin sister's best friend. Her name was Jessica. When we were younger, she tormented me endlessly. She mocked me for my skinny frame, my slightly higher than average voice, and for a dozen other apparently obvious flaws. This continued through all the years I'd known her. Recently, her favourite comment was about the fact that I was 18 and had never kissed a girl. I blamed this partly, but not entirely, on her. Every time I met her, my confidence took another hit. Even if she had a little Friday-night sleepover with my sister, even when our families went on summer trips together, even when we were just supposed to be hanging out and being civil to each other, she would just never stop with the criticisms, the insults, the stupid little nick names. It felt like she'd set me up as a kid for my life as a teenager. All the way through grade school and high school, I'd been picked on in some way or another. She wasn't always the source of the insults, but she usually inspired them. I was the designated whipping-boy pretty much my whole childhood, all thanks to her. I had friends, sure, and not everyone hated me. But everywhere I went, every new class, every new group of people, she was there. She and my sister were always the among the most popular, and Jessica lead them against me. Over the years I could feel it having an effect on me. I didn't like going out much, I hated meeting new people. I was shy, quiet, withdrawn, and lonely. Like I said, I blamed it on her that I hadn't had a girlfriend before. There's only so much social rejection a guy can take before he just stops trying. I couldn't understand why she seemed to hate me so much. Over the years I learned that I wasn't special, she just seemed to hate most people, and I happened to be around her a lot. She really was just a bitch, in general. As we got older, her insults got better. And by better, I obviously mean worse. They went from being general to being painfully specific. She picked up on my cracking voice, my sparse peach-fuzz facial hair, and my growth-spurt induced clumsiness. When we hung out with other people in a group, she'd point out how I got nervous when I talked to girls, and she'd constantly belittle me in front of new people. When we were younger, I hated her. Like, really hated her. I wished she was dead. I'd grown up a lot since those days, emotionally. I felt that I was more stable. I still didn't like her, but at some point I'd tried to stop paying attention to her constant hostility. These days it had calmed down a lot. She still never had a civil word to say to me, but over the years it'd been reduced from constant mockery to the occasional snarky remark. It didn't help that she went from being a cute little girl to a gorgeous young woman. She had a beautiful, perfectly symmetrical face, with big green eyes and soft, flawless skin. She also developed quite large D cup tits pretty young, which made her even more popular. Both she and my sister took good care of their bodies too, jogging together most days after school. And she was tall. I grew slower than her, and she'd delighted in towering over me while she did. It lasted way longer than it should have, but thankfully not forever. At 18 I was an even 6 feet, and she was around 5'9 or 5'10. I knew, objectively, and through people telling me, that she was attractive, but I never felt that way about her. I felt nothing but distaste and disgust for her. My parents never noticed, even when she'd insult me to my face when we were young. They thought it was just normal kid stuff. Rose, my twin sister, knew about it of course, but it was never as bad when she was around. I wasn't alone with Jessica very often, but she'd really ramp it up when we ever were. I started spending less and less time with the two them. I think that was one of the worst things about the whole ordeal. Rose and I used to be really close, but we'd grown apart the more Jessica had become a part of her life. By the time we were 18, we were like strangers living in the same house, going to the same school, but hardly saying more than a few words to each other a day. == It was a Saturday, and I'd woken up late. By the time I got showered and got downstairs to make myself breakfast, Jessica was already there. I usually tried to get something to eat and go back upstairs to spend the day on my laptop before bumping in to anyone, but I'd stayed up too late the night before and ended up sleeping in. I walked towards the kitchen. She'd be in there by now. She came here every Saturday morning, ate breakfast, then hung out here all day with my sister, only occasionally leaving to exercise or shop or something. My parents welcomed her as if she lived here. They didn't notice how little time I'd spend in the rest of the house on Saturdays. I walked in to the kitchen and she was there, eating some toast. Our eyes met and her face lit up with that little look of sadistic glee she reserved just for me. The entrance of her favourite toy, her favourite victim. "Morning, faggot," she said. I ignored her. At this point, it had been maybe months since I'd actually spoken to her. I'd managed to stay out of her way all Summer, and even though we'd been back at school for a while, we didn't share any classes, so I never had to see her. She'd forced me into the life of a recluse just to avoid her at home, seeing as I didn't have any friends I was really close enough to that I could hang out with outside school. "I said good morning you little twerp, what are you, deaf and ugly?" she said. A classic insult. Most of these had lost their sting through re-use, but it wasn't so much about what she said any more. It was about her attitude. Her constant, hostile, domineering tone. Her smug arrogance, and condescension. I was walking over to the fridge to get out the orange juice. I opened it and peered inside, trying to look like I really didn't care about her. And then, on an impulse, I just said, "Go fuck yourself, Jessica." It stunned her for a second, but she was quick to recover. I'd spoken back to her before, obviously, but I could never keep up with her. She was always too quick-witted, too shamelessly unrelenting for me to ever gain any ground. "Whoa, you got me there, kid, some real original stuff." she said. She called me "kid" sometimes, even though I was older than her. Just another of her many little ways of being condescending to me. I got out a glass and poured myself some juice. "But unlike you," she continued, "I don't need to fuck myself; I've got someone to do that for me." Her boyfriend was an asshole of the highest degree, but he hadn't ever really targeted me specifically. Still, he was tall, muscular, and handsome, and if that isn't a good enough reason to hate someone, then I don't know what is. As I drank my juice, a dozen half formed insults and comebacks crept into my head, but as usual I didn't have the skill to get them out in time. "I mean, if you want someone other than your right hand to fuck you for once, I could maybe fix you up with a friend of his. I'll ask him if he knows any other faggots." she said. As usual, the frustration and unfairness of the situation started to get to me, but I kept it from showing. I slowly finished my drink and made my way across the room to the door. She stood up and moved to intercept me. "Oh, no clever comeback this time? Just gonna run way?" she said. I stopped. "You know," I said, trying to appear calm, "I do so enjoy these bitchy chats with you, but I've got something much more fun to do right now. Like stab myself in the face with a pencil." This was a line I'd been working on for a while. Again, she seemed taken aback. I tried to continue to the door, but she moved completely in my way. "You should just be grateful a girl as hot as me is even talking to you. It's probably not going to happen again for a long time." she said. She stared into my eyes, daring me to challenge her. I met her gaze. It was strange. She'd used the "block the door" trick a lot when we were younger, when she was much taller than me, but now I had the height advantage. I didn't exercise much, and I was slim, but I probably had enough muscle to have the weight advantage too. If it came to a physical struggle, I could probably best her. Force her to the floor, or at the very least push past her. I tried to tell myself this. I tried to force some confidence in myself. But this wasn't a physical struggle; it was a psychological one. And, as always, I was the one that looked away first, staring at the floor to avoid her eyes. She let out a harsh laugh. "See you around, faggot." she said. She turned and left, heading towards the living room where my sister was probably watching TV. I fucking hated her. The years of humiliation and abuse came flashing back to my mind. My heart sped up and my fists clenched. Good God, how I fucking hated that woman. I wanted to smash something, anything. I grabbed a glass from the table and gripped it tight, my knuckles turning white. I wanted so badly just to throw it to the floor, to see it smash. I wanted to destroy something. But no. I did what I always do, and repressed it. I took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh. I fought my rage back to sleep, and put the glass gently back on the table. I grabbed some snacks and spent the rest of the day in my room, trying to forget the conversation. == The next time I saw her was a few weeks later, on a Friday night. It had been a while since Jessica had stayed over, but it used to be the norm. Pretty much every week she'd come over for dinner, then stay the night and all of Saturday. She'd arrived late, it was almost midnight and my parents were already in bed. I'd been sitting in at the kitchen table, on my laptop, when she arrived. I stayed in there for as long as I could, hoping she would leave. When I realised she was staying, I wanted to go straight to my bedroom, avoiding her completely. Only problem was, I'd left my laptop charger in the living room, and my battery was running low. If I wanted to maintain my one link to the internet, I'd have to go where Rose and Jessica were now talking alone. I couldn't decide. I approached the door to the living room. It wasn't closed all the way, and I could hear them talking. I didn't want to go in. I didn't even want to see her. I felt the familiar flare of nervousness, shame, and fear that was my constant companion throughout my encounters with Jessica. I just waited outside the door, chastising myself for my cowardice. I couldn't help but listen. "So how come you're not with him tonight?" asked Rose. "We've just been spending a lot of time together, you know? I mean, every Friday night for weeks now." said Jessica. They were talking about her boyfriend, I assumed. "So...you've been fucking, then?" said Rose. I instantly felt even worse about what I was doing. This was private. But I really wanted to hear this, suddenly. "Well, yeah." said Jessica. "And it...isn't any better?" said Rose. Jessica sighed. "No...it's still not...not great." she said. Whoa, her handsome, popular, 'alpha male' boyfriend was shit in bed? I couldn't help but smile. "I think it might be..." she trailed off. "What?" asked Rose. "It's kind of embarrassing." she said. Rose laughed. "Come on, seriously, you're not going to tell me?" she said. Jessica laughed too. I guessed that they told each other everything, so this was like an in-joke or something. "OK," said Jessica, "Well basically it's...uh, I don't really know how to say this..." "Yeah?" said Rose. "I think he might be...a little bit too small." said Jessica. "Wow, really?" said Rose. "Yeah...I think. I just don't, you know, feel a lot from it. I mean, I've never been with anyone else, so I don't really know, but-" "Wait, wait, how big is he?" asked Rose. There was a pause. "Maybe...like...this size?" said Jessica. She was gesturing, but I couldn't see it. Rose burst out laughing. "Oh my God, really?" she said. Jessica was laughing along too. "Why?" she asked, "Is that not good?" "Fuck no!" Rose giggled. I could only assume that this meant that he was hung like a hamster, or something. "Wait, is that when it's hard?", asked Rose. "Yeah..." said Jessica. "Wow, that is...not good." "So...does it just always feel better if it's bigger?" asked Jessica. "Yep." said Rose. "Bigger is always better. Some guys, usually tiny ones, say that's a myth, but trust me, bigger is better. Sorry, but it sounds like your boyfriend is just a needle dick." "Fuck." said Jessica. There was a pause. "And I guess it doesn't help that he only lasts two minutes and couldn't find my clit with a GPS." she said. They started laughing again. I took this opportunity to head up to my room, internet or no. I had some stuff to think about. == "Needle dick." I murmured to myself. That was interesting. See, I was a lot of things. I was nerdy, shy, weak willed, socially awkward, and incredibly average in both grades and appearance, but one thing I'd never been was a "needle dick". Truthfully, I'm hung like a horse. Everything I'd ever learned about sex, I learned from the internet. I mean yeah, I got the Health Ed class, slide show biology stuff, but I mean real sex. And because, like most teenage boys, I was so...interested in the subject matter, my education was pretty well rounded. I knew all about porn-stars, and how they usually represented the most extreme end of the penis-size scale. I knew that the average was around 5 ½ inches long, and maybe 3 or 4 inches in girth for this part of the world, and I was pretty far above that on both counts. I knew that there was an ever present debate about whether size actually mattered to women. I'd read reports of women saying that they'd dumped guys for being too small, and of women saying they'd done the same for the opposite reason. Yeah, I knew a lot about penis size. And I knew I had a pretty huge cock. But it wasn't until that exact moment that I actually considered it something to be confident about. I mean, what good is a big dick if you can't even talk to a girl? And I'd read enough forum entries from women claiming to have been stretched to the point of intense pain to know that bigger doesn't automatically mean better, despite what my sister thought. When I'd thought about it at all, I'd just considered my abnormal size to be something I'd just have to deal with. A little problem I'd have to worry about if I ever actually got laid. But now it was an advantage. This overheard girl-talk was just the beginning. == Over the next few days I thought a lot about what I'd heard. I wanted to use my cock, somehow. I wanted Jessica to know I wasn't the weak little nerd she always made me out to be. I wanted her to know that, at least in this area, I was superior to her boyfriend. But how? My chance came the next time Jessica stayed over, two weeks later. I didn't try to eavesdrop again, but instead stayed in my room, going over the plan. My parent's bedroom was actually on the ground floor, and my sister's and mine were at opposite ends of the top floor. When Jessica stayed over, she and Rose shared her bed, even though there was a guest room downstairs too. There was a bathroom between our rooms, complete with bath tub and shower. This was where I would carry out my plan. I woke up as early as usual, but waited an hour before heading to the bathroom. I knew the girls probably wouldn't be up for a while. I went in and had a long, hot shower. I spent as long as I could in there, washing my hair over and over again, scrubbing every inch of my body, waiting until I could put the plan into action. We had an electric shower, so I didn't have to worry about wasting the hot water. After almost an hour, I'd had enough. I got out and stared at myself in the mirror. As always, I thought I looked completely average, except for my cock which hung thick and limp between my legs. I'm more of a 'show-er' than a 'grower', so even soft it looked unusually big. When it first started to grow it used to get in the way when I walked, and I worried about people seeing the bulge it made. But I'd switched to boxers over briefs, starting wearing looser pants, and gotten used to it. I examined it from a few different angles, holding it out and handling my similarly large balls. I guess it did look pretty impressive, if you're in to that kind of thing. I tried to get myself psyched up for the big plan, tried to force some confidence in myself. I felt good about it. But it was taking longer than I thought. I tried to kill time by reading the backs of bottles of my sister's conditioner and hand lotion. Why did girls always seem to need so many bottles of crap? Finally, after a long wait, I heard my sister's bedroom door opening. Jessica coming to use the bathroom. I quickly took my stance; completely naked holding my cock in my hand, in full view of the door and pointed towards the toilet bowl. I was trying to make it look like I was just using the bathroom after a shower. I'd already pissed, it was just about showing it to her. I'd left the door unlocked and ajar, so she wouldn't think anyone was inside. I started to get more and more nervous as I heard footsteps approach. I felt my heart freeze in my chest when the handle was pushed down. In this split second, I realised how incredibly stupid this whole thing would be if it was my sister that walked in, and how stupid I was for not considering this possibility. I relaxed somewhat when the door paused after being pushed only slightly, and I heard Jessica yawn. Here we go. I looked down at my cock, and tried to look natural. I heard the door open, and then... Silence. I turned my head slowly. It was Jessica, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt. She was staring at my limp cock, her eyes wide. She stood for a few seconds, just staring, not reacting at all. I broke the silence. "Uh...do you mind? I'm trying to piss, here." I shook my cock slightly to illustrate the point. She gasped suddenly, and met my eye. Her hand went to her mouth in an almost lady-like manner, and she quickly backed out of the room and slammed the door. I heard my sister's door open, then slam as well. I let out a huge sigh and let go of my cock, stretching my arms up. I'd done it. My little exhibition mission was a success. We'll see how much she insulted me now, knowing that my cock was so much bigger than her boyfriend's. I put my hands on my hips, smiling, and thought about my victory. I got that size was, like, a measurement of manhood for some people, but I didn't really get it until then. It really felt good to have her look at me like that. I remembered the look on her face, the complete shock, the almost panicked look in her eye as she backed away. I thought about her long, smooth legs, only the very top of her thighs covered by the t-shirt she'd been wearing. I thought about her big, perky tits, how the two points of her nipples were clearly visible against the thin fabric. Yours Ch. 01 For the first time in my young life, I saw Jessica in a completely sexual light. I looked down at my cock. It was rock hard, my entire ample length pointing straight out from my body. I quickly grabbed some hand lotion from a nearby shelf and smeared it all over my hands. I started stroking my cock with both hands, thinking about her face and body. I thought about her shock, about the open mouthed awe. Other images of her started popping in to my head, memories of how her tits looked in a bikini when our families would go to the beach together, or of her soft full lips wrapped around a straw. I'd always hated her so much that I'd never considered these things so hot until now. I jerked my cock faster, and faster, and within a few minutes I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. Shot after shot of my cum splattered against the toilet bowl. My knees shook with the pleasure. I let out an involuntary grunt, and I had to put a hand against the wall to steady myself. When the last few spurts of cum were finished, I took a step back and sat on the edge of the tub. I just sat for a few minutes, thinking about what had just happened. Then, because I didn't know what else to do, I took another shower. == Jessica had left about an hour after our encounter, which was definitely unusual. When my dad asked Rose about it, she said, "I don't know, she just rushed out this morning. I guess she has something to do." That week at school I didn't see Jessica at all. It wasn't that unusual, but I'd occasionally see her around, only to be flipped off or something equally juvenile. I was eager to see how she'd react now. Every night that week I jacked off, both to the memory of Jessica, and to as much porn containing a similar "big cock reaction" scene as I could find, which was disappointingly few. I bookmarked a few of the least fake looking "Wow!" moments, but none of them compared to the real thing. Looking back, it made sense that I somewhat fetishized the whole "reveal" thing. It was literally the only sexual thing to have happened to me at that point. Anyway, apart from my porn preference, nothing else changed at first. But that Thursday, my sister wanted to talk to me. "You don't mind if Jessica stays over again tomorrow, do you?" she asked. I didn't really know what to say to this. It was the first time I'd been asked in a while. My opinion didn't usually matter. "It's just," she continued, "I know you two don't get along very well. I mean, that's why I hardly ask her to sleep over any more, I just couldn't put up with you two bickering all the time." I hadn't realised that was why she'd been spending less time here. Well, that plus her boyfriend. "But she's been acting really weird lately, and she won't say why." she said, "I think if I can get her over here, she'll be willing to open up a little more. She usually does when she stays over." She smiled at this, and I smiled too, because we were probably remembering the same conversation they'd had. The truth was, I'd never wanted to see Jessica so much in my life, which isn't actually saying a lot considering how much I hated her. But I made a show of it anyway. I sighed. "That's two weeks in a row that I'll have to stay in my room all night." I said. "I know, I'm sorry," she said, "I'll owe you one, I promise." I sighed again. "Fine, I guess." She smiled. "Thanks, bro." she said, punching me lightly on the arm. After she left, it occurred to me that it had been a long time since I'd really spoken to Rose like that. I realised that my weird sexual plans with Jessica seemed to accidentally improve things with my sister. I chose to take it as a good sign. == The next day, Jessica arrived a bit earlier, around 10 pm. I was once again in the kitchen with my laptop, my charger left in the living room. I was aiming for a repeat of the first night, and I planted the charger so I'd have an excuse if I got caught. After leaving them alone for a few minutes, I crept out towards the living room, trying to hear their conversation. I wanted to see if she'd bring up our little meeting. They were talking about nothing relevant, at first. Their friends, their teachers, boring school shit. I was waiting outside for about half an hour when they finally started talking about sex again. By this point I was sitting beside the door, leaning against the wall and incredibly bored. "So...how have things been lately? You know, sex wise." asked Rose. I turned quickly, and realised that, because the door wasn't closed all the way, I could actually see through the gap at the hinges a little bit. I realised I looked like a stereotypical peeper hiding at a keyhole, but it was perfect. I could just about make them out sitting sideways on the sofa, facing each other. Jessica sighed in answer to Rose's question. "Still pretty bad...in fact, even worse now.", she said. "Worse?" Rose probed. Jessica ran her fingers through her hair. "Yeah...I was on the internet a few days ago. I wasn't looking for it or anything, but I saw a...a penis. A picture of one, I mean." she said. Rose just waited. "It was only for a second, I swear, I looked away as soon as I could." said Jessica quickly. It occurred to me that she was actually talking about seeing my cock, but obviously didn't want to tell my sister that. "So what? Calm down, it's just a little porn. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Rose said, laughing. "Uh, yeah, but you know I don't look at that stuff." said Jessica, "I mean, I don't even really..." She trailed off, and was silent for a few seconds. "Yeah, and you're like the only person I know who doesn't. It's so weirdly old-fashioned of you." said Rose. "I know, I just...But anyway, this guy in the picture. It was...uh...big. It was soft, he was just holding it, but it...it was just so...thick! And long too..." said Jessica. Hearing her describe my dick like this was really turning me on. She was clearly impressed by it. "OK, so you saw a picture of a big cock. It's pretty much impossible to go on the internet without seeing one these days." Rose laughed, "It's not like it makes the one you're getting any smaller." Jessica sighed again. "It's just...I may have actually...over-estimated when I talked about him last time. I said it was like this." She held her thumb and forefinger apart, from here it looked like she was indicating maybe four or five inches. "But it's really more..." she held up her pinky, "Like this." The girls were soon laughing their asses off, and I had to try so hard not to join in. "Needle dick" really wasn't an exaggeration. They kept talking after they'd calmed down. "I mean," said Jessica, "I actually compared it when I was sucking him off. My finger is literally only a tiny bit smaller. I didn't really get it before, but he's so small! No wonder it wasn't any good with him. I checked the internet, it said the average penis size is 7 inches long, with an erection." 7 inches? That's way off. She probably got that figure from some random forum. My sister agreed. "I wouldn't say it's 7 inches," she said, "I think that's actually considered big." "Well the penis I saw...in the picture...was almost that big completely soft!" "Wow, that sounds pretty hot. Could you send me a link to it?" said Rose. Ugh, I thought, creepy. But of course, Rose didn't know it was my cock she was talking about. Jessica made a similar sound of disgust, before realising that Rose wouldn't know why. "What?" said Rose. "Oh, nothing, I just...you know, I don't remember where I saw it, and I didn't save it or anything." "Shame." said Rose. Jessica pushed on. "So I'm just...like, disappointed about this whole thing. I mean... he's my boyfriend. He's really hot, and his body's awesome...but should I really stay with him if I don't get any pleasure from him? Plus...you know, he's kind of an asshole." No arguments here. "I don't know..." said Rose, "I guess it just depends on how important it is to you. If you really want to stay with him, you can just explain that he isn't satisfying you. You know, teach him how to go down on you and stuff. There are other ways he can make you feel good." "But I thought you said "bigger is always better", remember?" "Well, yeah, when it comes to dicks. I mean, nothing beats that feeling of being completely filled up..." she trailed off, probably thinking about her own experiences. This conversation was making me increasingly uncomfortable. "But," she continued, "Like I said, there are other ways. I mean, lesbians don't even have cocks, but they can still pleasure each other." "I guess so...but I just find myself wondering, you know? What would it be like to be really fucked by...like, a...a huge penis." said Jessica. She sighed. There was a lull in the conversation. "Let's move to the kitchen, I'm starving." said Rose. I panicked, realising I was about to be discovered. I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen, trying to find a balance between speed and stealth. I managed to get back to my seat, with my laptop open in front of me and headphones on, before they got in. Rose seemed surprised to find me sitting there, but didn't say anything. Jessica looked almost scared of me for a second. It was so strange to have her look at me like that, with no disdain or hostility. Perhaps she thought I would bring up the bathroom thing, revealing where she'd really seen that cock. But too soon, her usual look of arrogance returned, although it looked a little forced. I took my headphones off and tried to greet them casually. "Evening, girls." I said. "Hey...I thought you were going to, you know, stay upstairs tonight?" said Rose. She wanted to continue their conversation. I didn't mind, I was used to being rejected in favour of Jessica. But I didn't want this to end with me running away upstairs. I thought quickly. "I was, but I thought I'd just chill down here for a while. Tell you what, if you go and get my laptop charger from the living room for me, I'll head upstairs and give you some space." She sighed and rolled her eyes, but headed into the hall. Jessica hadn't said anything. She just tried to act normally. "So, what are doing...faggot?" she asked. She was clearly still nervous, and I smiled. "Oh nothing, just thinking about our little encounter last week." Her eyes widened. I'd gone straight for the elephant in the room. "God! Shut up!" she hissed, looking behind her at the door. I stood up and started collecting up my things, ready to head to my room. "Tell you what, if you feel like talking about it later, in private, I'll probably be awake most of the night anyway. Feel free to stop by my bedroom any time." I said. She opened her mouth to reply, anger obvious on her face. "Hey!" I said, throwing up my free hand in a neutral gesture, "Just to talk. If you want." She closed her mouth, and didn't say anything. She just nodded, and moved aside when I went to leave. I met my sister in the hall. She handed me my charger with a smile, I returned it, and we continued on past each other. When I closed my bedroom door, I released a huge breath. It was so tough acting like I didn't care about this stuff, like Jessica walking in on me was just a funny little accident, like deep down I didn't still hate, and kind of fear her. But I had to prepare. I'd given her an open invitation to my room. As a joke, sure, but I was confident she'd take me up on it tonight. It sounded like she was really obsessing over my size, the amazed and impressed tone of her voice still clear after a week. But she was also afraid of my sister finding out, it seemed. The way she just moved out of my way...that had never happened before. It was amazing. One way or another, through either fear or curiosity, she'd end up in my bedroom that night. I knew it. == It was around 2 AM when I heard footsteps in the hallway. I'd been lying in the dark, listening to music with one ear-bud for about the last hour, waiting for her to arrive. I'd heard them go to bed around midnight. When I heard the footsteps, I shut off my MP3 player and dropped it on the floor. There was a soft knock at the door. "Yeah?" I grunted. The door slowly opened, and it was Jessica. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. I sat up and turned my lamp on, acting like I'd just been woken up. She was wearing the same clothes she'd been wearing earlier. She must have gotten dressed again, because she wouldn't have slept in them. It occurred to me that she'd probably been waiting for Rose to fall asleep before coming over. I usually wore a t-shirt and sweatpants to bed, but tonight I was just wearing my boxers. It was weird how nervous she looked. There was barely any hint of her usual bravado. "What?" I said. I tried to keep my tone of voice steady, to sound confident. She avoided my eyes. "Uh, you said I could come over, if I wanted to talk..." she said. She was trying to sound confident, too, but there was a bit waver in her voice. "Yeah, I was kidding about that. Get the fuck out." I said. She seemed taken aback. Then I got the reaction I wanted, her old attitude flaring up in her defence. "Seriously? You're kicking a hot girl out of your bedroom? I mean, I'm only here to talk, but when are you ever going to get even that again?" she said. "Yeah yeah, you're a huge bitch, I get it. But you are in my bedroom, and it's two in the fucking morning. You've never wanted to talk to me before in your life. What's this really about?" "I...I just don't want you to tell Rose about...what happened..." she said. "Why not? You walking in on me in the bathroom isn't that weird, is it? Or maybe you told her something about it already?" "I...You..." she stuttered. She paused, unable to think of a good lie or flippant retort. I'd finally won an exchange, made her speechless. It felt good. But it wasn't nearly enough. "This is about my cock, isn't it?" I said. "What?" she said, surprised. "Yeah, you caught a glimpse of it and now you want a closer look, right?" She didn't say anything. I waited. "Well, if you really don't want anything then I'll say it again; get the fuck out." I said. She didn't move. "Jessica? Hello?" "I want to see it." she said. "What?" "Your...your penis. Show it to me." she said. I didn't like how she'd said that. Like it was a command. I chuckled. "No." I said. Anger flashed across her face, and she finally met my eye for more than a few seconds. "Look, it's not a big deal you little freak, just show it to me and I'll go." she said. I laughed again. I was really beginning to enjoy her hostility, for some strange reason. "Tell you what. Since it's 'not a big deal'...strip." I said. Her eyes went wide. "Yeah, in your dreams you loser." she said. I shrugged. "Well, if you say so. Get out so I can get some sleep." I said. Again, she didn't move. I pushed a little more. "I mean, it's only fair, right? You want to see me naked, so first I have to see you naked." I said. There was a pause for about a minute. Without saying anything, and once more staring at the floor, she reached down and pulled her top up over her head. I couldn't believe it. I thought that, if she was going to do this at all, it would take a lot more than just a few orders with an arrogant attitude. I think I really underestimated how much she wanted to see my cock again. She was wearing a plain pink bra, and it looked incredible. It seemed too small for her, the way her cleavage spilled out over the top. The rest of her looked good too, her flat stomach and smooth skin. Without hesitating, she threw her t-shirt to the floor and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. Her panties were plain and white. Her legs were amazing, smooth and long, one turned slightly to the side to show a defined calf muscle. I hadn't noticed, but she was barefoot, and her toenails were painted red. I blew my mind how I'd seen this much of her body before, in a bikini, but back then it hadn't interested me at all. How I thought about her had changed so much, and so quickly. She stood proudly now, a little gleam of achievement in her eye. She'd risen to the challenge, and now it was time to collect. I slowly pulled the covers off, revealing my boxer-clad lower half. Looking down, I realised that my usual bulge was even more prominent, as I was beginning to get hard. She was staring at my bulge with clear anticipation, and what I thought was maybe arousal playing across her face. She realised that I'd stopped. "Ke...keep going." she said, meeting my eye. I just crossed my arms. "I'm seeing you in your underwear, you're seeing me in mine." I said. Another flash of anger jumped across her face. I really liked seeing her frustrated, and my cock gave a twitch in response. She clenched her fists and her jaw. Our eyes locked, and I held her gaze. We were already way past the point where I would normally have given up. But not this time. "But hey, if you want to stop, then...." I reached for the blanket. "NO!" she said, surprising me with the volume of her voice. We'd been talking just above a whisper this whole time, due to the late hour. It was mostly out of habit. When the doors were closed, the rooms in this house where pretty much sound proof. We could be screaming our heads off in here, and I doubted anyone would hear us. "No..." she repeated, more quietly. She realised I wasn't going to give in, for once. She slumped her shoulders slightly, as if in resignation. She reached behind her back and closed her eyes. She held that pose for just a few seconds, hesitating, before suddenly unclasping her D cup bra and dropping it to the floor. Her beautiful tits sprang free. They were incredible, so big, yet seemingly untouched by gravity, standing out proudly on her chest, shaking slightly as she breathed. This made me notice that her breathing was getting heavier. Her nipples were dark, and stiff. By now my cock was beginning to strain against my boxers, making me uncomfortable. She crossed her arms over her stomach, lifting her breasts up even more. She looked away, ashamed. "Well?" I said, letting her know she wasn't finished. Again, she looked back at me, but the anger in her eyes lasted only for a second. She was learning that I wouldn't be moved by her annoyance. Quickly, and with none of the hesitation of her earlier movements, she pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Every movement made her boobs jiggle, it was so fucking sexy. But I kept my expression neutral. From the way she was standing I couldn't see much of her pussy, but she had just a neat, well trimmed triangle of pubic hair. I looked back at her face. Her hands were on her hips, and there was that same gleam of victory in her eye. She knew I was enjoying her body, and she must have felt like it gave her some measure of control. Glancing at the panties spread out on the floor, I could see a small wet patch on the crotch of them. This was turning her on. I smiled, and she followed my gaze. She was startled when she saw what I was looking at, her eyes once again going wide with shock. She opened her mouth, as if to make some sort of excuse. I raised one eyebrow and smirked. She looked away, closing her mouth. Nothing to say. How wonderfully unusual of her. But then she remembered. "Ok...it's your turn now." she said. I sighed, but moved around on the bed wanting to give her the best view. "Would you like to get closer?" I said. Her eyes were fixed on my bulge again. She nodded quickly and moved forward a few steps, then hesitated, before closing the distance completely and kneeling beside the bed. I wasn't expecting her to get that close, but I could still see her tits so I didn't mind. Yours Ch. 01 With my left hand I lifted the waist band of my underwear. With the other, I reached in and grabbed my slowly stiffening cock. I just held it inside for a few seconds, watching her expression. This was it, the reaction I'd been waiting for. I pulled my cock completely out of my underwear and let it drop against my thigh. Her eyebrows shot up, and her eyes went wide. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" of surprise, and again she brought the tips of her fingers up to cover her mouth in a gesture of alarm. She also let out a weirdly cute little gasp. She held that pose, as the silence stretched. It lay along my right thigh, still not hard enough to be completely erect, and unable to support it's own weight otherwise. She stared at my cock silently as I stared at her face, trying to burn her expression into my mind. After a little while, she met my eyes again, before quickly turning back to my cock. Her expression of complete awe was seriously turning me on, and my cock twitched again. I didn't want to be the first to break the silence, but I was desperate to hear what she was thinking. "Well, is it everything you hoped for?" I asked. She was startled by my voice. She met my eyes again for only a few seconds before looking back. "Uh..." she started. Her voice seemed lower, breathier, and somehow more seductive than before. I guessed it was because of how turned on she was getting. She shook her head slightly. "I..."she said. She let out a stunned laugh, holding her head and shaking it again. "It's huge." she said simply, turning to meet my eye. "Yeah," I replied. She let out another little laugh of disbelief, and smiled. "And it's not even hard yet." I said. Her a face suddenly darkened with, again; shock, disbelief, but this time also fear, it seemed. "Really?" she said. I nodded. She looked at it again. "Can I...touch it?" she asked. She reached towards my cock. "No." I said. I suddenly, impulsively, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm roughly to the side. She grunted in pain, and met my eye with that same anger I was used to. "Ow, what the fuck! Get off me!" she shouted, struggling against my grip. I twisted her arm back, and leaned close to her. "I don't know how you don't already know this, Jessica, but I fucking hate you." I said, almost whispering. Different emotions seemed to flood across her face, anger and pain and fear. "Now get out." I said. I pushed her back. She tumbled backwards on to the floor, giving me a clear view of her pussy. Her smooth, pink pussy lips were clearly glistening with arousal. She stood up angrily, gathering up her clothes and holding them in front of her. "You know what?" she said, "Fuck you, faggot. My boyfriend's dick is twice the size of yours anyway." I laughed at that. "That's not what I heard." I said, holding up my pinky finger, copying her earlier gesture. She was outraged, and confused, but she didn't say anything more. She took one last look at my cock, her eyebrows still furrowed in anger, but biting her lip with clear lust. I held my pinky up beside it for a comparison, mocking her. She made a noise of disgust in her throat. I laughed again as she turned to leave, showing me her perfectly round and perky ass. I'd never paid much attention to asses before, and made a silent note to remedy that. She left, still completely naked, and slammed the door behind her. In her hurry, she left her panties behind. I was as surprised by my behaviour as she was. Originally, I didn't intend to kick her out. I figured if we got this far along in the plan, I would just have sex with her, or something. Just go with whatever happened next. But that didn't seem like enough now. I didn't want to just fuck her. I wanted to make her beg for my cock. I wanted to dominate her, completely. My dick was rock hard, now. I'd been trying to keep from getting fully hard while she was here, but I liked seeing her so dejected and angry, maybe even more than I liked looking at her perfect, naked body. I idly stoked my shaft a few times, but I didn't want to masturbate. I vowed then that the next time I came, it would be all over Jessica's face. And she'd beg for it. == The next day, things were a little different. I fearlessly strode in to the kitchen where the girls were eating breakfast. Anger flashed across Jessica's face for a few seconds when I walked in, but she didn't say a word. Which was pretty much a first. Rose seemed surprised at her, but didn't comment. Throughout the day, the three of us spent time together. I talked mostly to Rose, revelling in being able to spend time with her without being hassled. Jessica didn't say more than a few words to me, and when she did she avoided my eyes. More than once I caught her glancing at my crotch. Jessica left before dinner. "Wow, today was a lot of fun!" said Rose, when we were alone after dinner. "Yeah. It's nice, hanging out with you again." I said. "I think Jessica's finally started to warm up to you, she didn't insult you once!" She seemed genuinely pleased. "Yeah, that only took, what, 18 years?" I said. Rose sighed. She looked guilty. "Look...I know Jessica's pretty much hated you since...well, forever. I've tried to talk to her about it, but...I mean, it's not really just about you, she's not the easiest person to get along with normally anyway...and I guess she always just thought that you were trying to come between us...". She seemed to get lost in thought, but I let her finish. "I'm sorry." she said, "I'm sorry for always choosing her over you...but she's my best friend, you know?" I nodded. It actually felt good for her to admit this to me. We hadn't discussed it since we were kids. "But now, it seems like we can finally all hang out together again, just like we used to!" she said. I guess she remembered our childhood a little differently. "Rose...I know how me and Jessica fight has always been a problem for you, and I'm sorry for that. But yeah, I think if she's willing to...to keep a civil tongue, maybe we can start to hang out again, the three of us." I said. I didn't really think I had anything to do with the aggression Jessica felt towards me, but I was willing to admit some of the responsibility if it meant things would finally settle down. At least, settle down as far as Rose knew. Rose hugged me, and we spent the rest of the day just catching up. It was pretty great. Later that night, I thought some more about Jessica. I really didn't know why she was being so civil. If anything I thought she might be even more aggressive, considering how mad she'd been last night. I didn't know if it was fear that I'd tell Rose about the whole thing, or if she was just too obsessed with my cock to want to make things worse. Or if deep down, on some level, she liked how I'd treated her, just a little. I sincerely hoped it was the last one. What I'd done, pushing her away, even hurting her, it had felt good. Really good. Over that week, the build up to the next Friday night, I imagined, again and again, grabbing her, holding her down, forcing my cock deep inside her. I imagined her begging me to fuck her, pleading for me to cum inside her. I didn't jack off though. I remembered my earlier promise to myself. My next load would go on her face. I didn't know how likely any of my plans really were, but it had become an obsession. Any free time I wasn't hanging out with Rose, I spent online, reading about submission and dominance. I wanted to do this right. == She came over again on Friday night and the three of us spent time together, like before. Again, Jessica and I didn't talk much, but the mood was still pretty relaxed. Rose went to the bathroom, leaving us alone only once, and I took my chance. "You're very quiet tonight." I said. She didn't say anything. "You know, you left those pretty panties in my room last week." "Shut up!" she hissed, looking panicked. "Oh, you don't want them back?" I said. "Just shut the fuck up, you freak!" Oh, a little bit of defiance. I liked that. "Now that's not very nice." I said, "And here I was hoping we could take this opportunity to...repair our relationship. You're such a big part of Rose's life, it's really a shame we're not closer." I said. She looked me in the eye. "Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are?" she hissed. I felt the rage begin to build up inside me, but I repressed it. I wanted to seem neutral, like none of this was a big deal. I laughed. "There's no need to be so hostile, Jessica. I'll tell you what, I'll head up to my room soon, and let you two spend a bit of time on your own." I leaned in closer. "But tonight my door is open, if you want to come get your panties. Seriously, feel free to drop by." I said. Rose came back just as Jessica was about to reply, so she didn't say anything. I spent another few minutes with them, then made my excuses to Rose and headed up to my room. == I was so excited. It was 1 AM and I'd been almost pacing the floor in anticipation. I wanted so badly to hear what they were talking about, if the topic of size came up again. I wanted to hear Jessica admit how badly she wanted a big cock. My big cock. But I'd get all that tonight, I hoped. I was trying to relax by reading when I heard her approach. She knocked softly. "Come in." I said. This time she was wearing pyjamas, pink with little black flowers. Cute. I put my book down and sat up in bed. I'd gone back to my usual sleeping clothes, a black t-shirt and sweatpants. She stood for a while, just looking at me. She seemed even more nervous than last time, maybe because now she knew what was coming. "Yes?" I said. "Uh..." she started, "You said I could come over." "Yes, I did." I paused. "But what do you want?" I asked. "I... You know what I want." she said. She seemed annoyed, but she was trying to stay casual. "Do I?" I asked in mock confusion, "Remind me." She glared at me, furious. She knew what I was doing. She knew I wanted her to say it. Her jaw clenched. I could almost see the decisions going back and forth in her mind. "I want to see your penis." she said, slowly and clearly. I leaned back, smirking. She hadn't even opted for the "just came to get my panties" excuse, she was committed to this now. "Well, you know the rules." I said, gesturing to her body. She sighed, but this time didn't hesitate. She slipped out of her pyjamas quickly and quietly, revealing a lacy black bra, and matching panties. "Oh, those are cute," I said, gesturing, "Did you get all dressed up for me?" "Fuck you." she said, folding her arms across her stomach. I sighed. "Always so hostile. You know if you keep up this attitude, I don't think I'll want to do this any more." I said. She didn't say anything, but I could feel her apprehension. "Well?" she said. I smiled, and pulled back the covers. I didn't reveal as much as her, instead just slipping my pants down, showing my underwear. I grabbed my bulge through the fabric of my boxers, and squeezed it. She was once again completely transfixed. Without speaking, she quickly threw off her bra and panties and walked up to the bed, kneeling beside it in the same position as last time. I could see from here that her discarded panties had that same damp patch on the crotch. I took a moment to appreciate her big tits as she knelt there. I always preferred bigger ones in porn, and hers were so beautiful, so perfectly shaped. Her breathing was getting heavier again, and I liked watching her boobs rise and fall, jiggling slightly each time she exhaled. "Take it out." she said, still staring. "What?" I said. She looked at me. "Take it out!" "Hmmm..." I said. "What? What's wrong?" she asked. Her voice had a note of desperation to it. "Ask nicely." I said. Just like that, she was back to angry. "Oh, fuck you! Just pull the fucking thing out!" she hissed. Just like always, her tone and expression almost scared me, filling me with doubt and apprehension. I repressed these emotions, instead thinking of the anger I felt towards her. I sighed, and shook my head. "We won't get anywhere unless you learn some manners." I said. Her jaw clenched and she narrowed her eyes. Just like last time, she seemed to resign herself to the task. It had to be done, so she just had to do it. She dropped her eyes. "Please." she muttered. "What?" "Please, OK? Please get your penis out!" she said, angrily. I grabbed her roughly by the jaw and forced her to look at me. "You can do better than that." I said. Rage spread across her face, only to disappear in a flash. She suddenly looked sad, and desperate. She seemed to realise that I wasn't just delaying things to irritate her. I really wanted her to beg. "Please." she moaned, voice shot through with desperation. "Please..." "Please what?" I asked, digging my fingers in harder. "Please let me see it," she said quickly, "Let me see your...your..." It occurred to me that I'd only ever heard her say "penis". "My cock, Jessica. Say it." "Let me see your cock, please!" she moaned. I released my tight grip on her face. She pulled back and rubbed her jaw, but didn't say anything. Sighing, I reached down and pulled out my cock. She smiled with delight and leaned close to it. It was even bigger than she'd seen it last time. I was fighting to not get fully erect just yet, but making her actually beg for it was turning me on so much. She was staring at it, and biting her lip hard. She started bobbing up and down slightly, and making little whimpers. I was mesmerised by her beautiful breasts jiggling and bouncing, when she let out a loud moan, and I realised that her hands were in front of her pussy. She was rubbing herself behind the bed. She was masturbating to the image of my cock. I suddenly grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard. She screamed out in pain. I pulled her face close to mine, leading her by the tight grip I had, and whispered in her ear, "You do not fucking touch yourself until I say you do. Do you understand me?" "Let go...get off me you bastard!" she whined. I pulled again, hard, and she stopped struggling. "I asked you a question, bitch. Do you understand?" I repeated. "Fuck you! Get the fuck...ahh! Stop!" I tightened my grip. "Listen to me, slut!" I growled. "You're only here because I allow you to be. You will do exactly what I say, when I say it, or you can get the fuck out. Now are going to apologise, like a good little slut?" This was it. She'd either submit, or leave. There was only a second of hesitation before, "Yes! Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, please!" she cried. I let go of her hair and shoved her head away. Her pose from last week was repeated, with her sprawled out on the floor, tits jiggling wildly, and pussy clearly slick with arousal. She sat up and rubbed her head, stroking her hair into shape. "I'm sorry," she said again, "I'm sorry." She took her place again at the side of my bed, her eyes returning to my cock, but this time she kept her hands where I could see them. That was the first real show of dominance I'd forced on her. I'd hurt her, called her a slut and demanded an apology from her for touching her own body...and she'd accepted it. She seemed so different, suddenly. Neither desperate, nor defiant. For the first time, she just seemed...submissive. This was the greatest night of my life. My cock was bigger than when she'd last seen it, and just about in the air. Any more stimulation and I wouldn't be able to stop from becoming fully erect. But I didn't want her to see that just yet. I wanted her to earn it. "Tell me Jessica," I said. Her eyes snapped to mine. "Do you like looking at my cock?" I asked. "Yeah..." she breathed. "Why do you like my cock so much?" I said. "Because...because it's big..." she said slowly. "Yes, but why do you like my big cock?" I said. She didn't reply. She was thinking. "Is it because," I continued, "Your boyfriend is so small? Does he leave you unsatisfied?" She nodded slightly. "Answer me." I said calmly. "Yes!" she blurted out, eager to obey me, "Yes, he's tiny, like my pinky finger. Just like you said." She held it out to demonstrate. She didn't seem to care how I'd found out about her sex life. "I never feel good with him...he's never even made me cum..." she said. She was staring at my dick again. It was bobbing slightly, in time with my heartbeat. She let out a little moan of desire. "I've actually never..." she said. "Never...?" I said. She looked at me again. "I don't...think I've ever had an orgasm. Even alone I just get too...I don't know, nervous." She went back to staring at my cock. This was a revelation. Miss super-confident mega-bitch had never even had an orgasm before. I was going to give her her first orgasm. I vowed it. "Do you want to touch my cock, slut?" I asked. Her face lit up. "Yes, yes, please. I want to touch it." she said. "Sit over there." I said, gesturing to the other end of the bed. I moved back on the bed to give her space. She eagerly jumped up and sat where my legs had been. Her body was incredible, and seeing her like this, I had to try hard to distract my thoughts so I didn't get fully hard. "But, you do have a boyfriend, don't you Jessica?" She looked at me, confused. "Yeah, I do, but-" "Now, what kind of a girl would even touch another man's cock if she already has a boyfriend?" I asked. "I don't...I don't know...I just want to touch it..." She was staring at it again. "Jessica, you have a boyfriend." I reminded her, "The only reason you should want to do this with me, would be if you were...a slut." She didn't say anything. "Are you a slut, Jessica?" She'd already accepted me calling her it, but now she had to accept it for herself. "I..." she hesitated. "Because if you're not a slut, then you should probably just stay faithful, and leave." "No!" she moaned. She looked into my eyes. "I am a...a...", she swallowed heavily, struggling with the admission, "a slut. I am, I'm a slut." she said. Admitting it aloud seemed to have a strange effect on her. Her eyes went hazy, and a big, lazy smile spread across her face. "I'm a slut." she said again. "Whose slut are you?" I prompted. "I'm...I'm your slut." she replied slowly, "I'll be your slut...Just let me...please..." "Touch it, slut." I said calmly. She reached out and grabbed it, letting out a moan of lust as soon as she did. It continued to grow in her hands until she was holding my full, thick erection. I enjoyed how it felt, her soft warm hands wrapped around my cock. She marvelled at the girth of it, lightly gripping with one hand and running her other up and down the shaft. She bit her lip and let out another low moan. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation. "It's so... big." she sighed, with obvious amazement. She explored the base, gently cupping my large balls in her hands, before she moved upwards, exploring the head. I was so turned on that some pre cum began to leak out, and she started rubbing it around the tip with her thumbs. She started to slide the skin down, but stopped when I let out a small grunt of pleasure. She looked up at me, as if surprised to see I was still there. "Oh, do you like that?" she asked. She looked like she really wanted me to feel good. At first I was confused that she didn't know what I would enjoy, then I remembered the only other cock she'd had experience with. She could probably fit that whole thing in one hand with room to spare. Yours Ch. 01 "Oh, of course," I said, "You've never done this with a real cock, have you slut?" She shook her head, then turned back to my dick. "Well," I said, "The head is the most sensitive part. What feels best for a guy is putting pressure around the top, then sliding the skin up and down." She did what I said, and was soon slowly masturbating me with both hands. I felt incredible, but I wanted more. "Stop." I said. After a few seconds, she stopped her hands. "No, I mean, let go." She slowly let go, and crossed her arms under her chest. She'd been squirming for a while now, trying to bring some friction to her wet pussy. I was pleased to see that she hadn't tried to touch herself again, obeying my earlier command. "You're going to suck my cock now, slut." I said. Her eyes went wide with fear, and she sat back as I stood. I got off the bed and finished undressing. She turned to face me, scooting closer so her feet were on the floor. "I'm not sure about this." she said. I didn't say anything. "I mean...I've done this with my boyfriend, but his is...you know...and..." she said. She looked away nervously. She seemed to be really afraid of my size, suddenly. I grabbed her jaw, but more gently this time, and turned her towards me. "Listen to me Jessica. You came into my room tonight, and begged me to show you my cock, didn't you?" I asked. "Y...yes." she whimpered. "You want this, don't you? You want to know what a real dick feels like, don't you?" I asked. Still holding her face, I grabbed my dick by the base and shook it slightly. "You want to taste this real cock, not your boyfriend's little clit, don't you?" She nodded again. "Say it." "Yes. I want to taste your cock...please." she said softly. "Really?" I said. "Yes...please, I want to taste it. I want to suck your...your big dick. I want to know what a real cock tastes like..." I stroked her cheek gently with my thumb. "Good girl." I said. I let go of her face. She nervously took my shaft in her hands again, slowly stroking its length. Without any more prompting, she leaned forward and licked the head. She made a little expression of displeasure at the taste of my pre cum, but went back for another one. She quickly started licking all around the head, sometimes wandering down the shaft. Her hot, wet tongue felt incredible. I let this continue for a few minutes before getting her to move on. "Ok, slut, it's time to put it in your mouth." I said. She looked into my eyes, and nodded once. She seemed somewhat stunned by this whole experience, but so eager to do a good job, to do what I told her. She slowly tried to put the head in her mouth, just managing to get her lips around my girth. She pushed harder, squeezing my cock further and further. She could only fit a few inches inside. Her tongue was going crazy, and her hands were sliding all along my shaft. It felt so good, so warm and wet. She suddenly let out a long, lusty moan. I started to thrust my cock forward, pushing back along her tongue. It was clear I wasn't going to get any further until she'd had some practice, so I was content with my little thrusts for now. I was only able to enjoy the sensation for a few moments before I was aching for release. I hadn't masturbated all week in anticipation of this. I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She looked up at me, tears touching the corners of her eyes, but a huge smile on her face. She licked her lips, and wiped the spit from around her mouth. "Did that feel good?" she said, breathing heavily. "It did." I said. She smiled even wider and licked her lips again. I was amazed at how quickly she'd submitted to me. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked her. "Yes! Oh my God, it's just so big and thick. The way it...pulses. Having it in my mouth is so fucking hot. I'm..." she trailed off suddenly. "You're what?" I asked. "I'm dripping wet, right now." I already knew this, but it felt good to hear her admit it. I smiled. "Jessica, what's it like when your boyfriend shoots his little load?" I asked. She smiled again, knowing where I was going with this. "It's just...a few weak spurts. Like, a teaspoon's worth." she said. I gently took her jaw. "Do you want to see what it looks like when a real cock cums?" I asked softly. "Yes, yes, please. I want to make you cum, I want to see you shoot your load." she said, nodding vigorously. I ran my other hand through her hair. "Then finish me off." I said, guiding her head back towards my cock. She went straight to work, trying again to fit as much of my cock in her mouth as possible. She bobbed her head back and forth irregularly, and lightly stroked my balls and shaft with her hands. The sides of my cock were scraping slightly against her teeth. This was my first experience with this, but even then I knew she wasn't doing a very good job. I was just too big for her to get a real feel for it. But it still felt incredible, and after just a minute or so I was ready. "Just your hands, now." I said. She quickly backed off my cock and started jerking me hard with both hands, her spit working as lube. She was staring at my cock with an intensity I'd never seen before. Her breath was heavy and her face was flushed. "Do you want me to cum on you, slut?" I asked. She didn't look at me, but started chanting under her breath, "Yes, yes, cum on me, please, cum, cum on me, yes..." I grabbed her head for balance and let the feeling overwhelm me. Hot, burning lines of pleasure jolted from the tip of my cock. It was incredible, ten times better that the last time I masturbated. I let out a loud groan of pleasure. The first shot splattered across her face, and a few landed on her tits. Without being told, she shoved my dick back into her mouth, desperately swallowing my cum. She started choking slightly, not used to the amount, but kept at it. I held her head there until I'd finished, then let her go. She immediately fell back on the bed and started rolling around, clutching her boobs and rubbing her firm nipples. She was rubbing my sperm around on them, moaning and whimpering. She brought her arm up to wipe the sticky fluid from her face, and ran her tongue up across it. Her face was scrunched slightly in displeasure of the taste, but she moaned softly again, and continued grabbing her heavy tits. I felt light-headed from the force of my orgasm, and she was really confusing me. "Jessica?" I said. She sat up and started squeezing her thighs together, still squirming. "I've never felt this good before...please, please let me touch myself...I think...aahh, I think I'm going to cum soon...oh God I'm so wet..." I was surprised that she obeyed me even now, her hands never once going near her crotch despite how much she obviously wanted it. She was covered in my cum, begging me to let her touch herself. I took just a few seconds to appreciate the position I was in. My cock, which had begun to wilt slightly, was back at full mast within a few seconds. I sat down on the bed beside her. I lay down, and she crawled to the other side to make room. I took her gently by the arm and guided her towards my legs. I got her to straddle me, sitting right up against my cock so that it pointed straight up, lying parallel against her stomach. "Oh my God, you're still so hard..." she said. She was still fidgeting, a pleading look in her eyes. "Come here." I said. She leaned forward to obey me, and as she did my cock ran along her stomach. She pushed it back until it was flat against my body, pressed between us. I pushed her up, and guided her until my cock was between her legs, her weight supported by her knees on either side, and her pussy resting gently on the under side of my shaft. She let out a small sigh when she first made contact, started letting out little humming moans with every breath. She was soaking wet. Her pussy juices began literally dripping down the sides of my cock, leaving little trails of moisture. "Listen to me, Jessica." I said, "Tonight...I'm not going to fuck you, do you understand me?" Her expression instantly turned from a lustful haze to disappointment, and panic. "But...please, I'm so wet, I-" I tucked my fingers beneath her chin, and put my thumb gently on her lips, silencing her. "No, not tonight. You haven't earned it yet." She looked like she was going to cry. "But... you have been a good slut for me tonight. So I'm going to let you orgasm. Would you like that?" Her face grew excited again. "Yes! Yes, please make me cum, please, I'm so wet..." I pushed upwards with my hips, sliding my thick shaft along the outer lips of her pussy. She turned her head, moaning at the sudden intense feeling. I moved my body back, and just looked at her. She took the hint and began to thrust her own hips up and down, sliding her wet pussy along the length of my cock over and over, moaning gently every time she ground her clit against it. She started slowly at first, savouring every inch, but soon began to pick up the pace. Within just a minute, she was humping against my cock with a quick and steady rhythm, her eyes closed tight in concentration. Her body was slick with sweat. Her huge tits bounced slightly with every movement. I realised then that I hadn't even touched her tits yet. I reached out and grabbed them, hard. She gasped loudly and opened her eyes. They felt good, so soft and heavy, and a little sticky from my cum. Her nipples felt rock hard against my palms. I quickly pinched them both between my thumb and fingers and squeezed. She let out another loud gasp and closed her eyes, throwing her head back to let out a low, guttural growl. I couldn't tell if it was in pleasure or pain, but I didn't care. I squeezed harder for a few seconds, drawing another long moan from between her parted lips, then I let go. Her hands went to straight to her nipples and she began lightly pinching and rubbing them herself. Her body was shaking more and more now, and it seemed like she was close to orgasm. "Look at me, Jessica." I said. It seemed like she tried, but she was still screwing up her face in pleasure. "Slut." I said, grabbing her jaw, "Look at me." She did this time, gazing into my eyes. "Do you want to cum, Jessica?" I asked. Her voice came out in a shuddering, shaking breath, "Yesss...please, I think....I think I'm...Oh God, I'm think I'm close..." she moaned. "Do it...cum for me." Her voice caught in her throat, and her hips began to spasm, breaking her rhythm. She lay back slightly against my cock, forcing the girth further between her folds. She never looked away from me. I wanted her to face me, to look me in the eye so she'd always remember her first orgasm, and who gave it to her. I reached behind her and grabbed her firm ass hard, digging my fingers in deep. She gave a throaty growl as I thrust my hips forward, providing even more stimulation. Suddenly, with a loud, shaking squeal, she came. Her hips were still jerking back and forth, continuing the stimulation on my cock. She was panting hard, every other breath coming out in a ragged moan. She was still pinching her nipples, harder now, as hard as I had. Her orgasm seemed to last minutes, her eyes never leaving mine the whole time. As she rode the waves of her orgasm to the end, she let out one final moan, and collapsed against my chest, her head on my shoulder. I held her for a while, my hands still on her ass, just enjoying the feeling of her warm naked body, still shuddering from the power of her orgasm. We lay like that for a few minutes. Her pussy was still resting against my erect cock, the bottom of which was now completely coated in her juices. Once the little aftershocks that made her body twitch and quiver had completely stopped, she looked up at me. I moved my hand up to her head, and idly ran my fingers through her hair a few times. "Oh my God...that was so...so good...," she sighed. She closed her eyes and lifted her head, lips parted slightly, as if to kiss me. I held my hand against her collar bone to stop her. She opened her eyes, confused. She seemed disappointed. "Get out." I said. She blinked at me, confusion spreading across her face. "Wh...why? I mean..." She looked down at my cock, still erect between her legs. "Aren't you... Don't you want to... fuck me?" she asked. I sighed again, and pushed her to the side. She rolled off of me, and turned to face me. I didn't look at her. "I already told you, Jessica, I'm not going to fuck you tonight." "But...please? Please, I want you to fuck me... I want to feel how...how a real cock-" I turned sharply to look at her, silencing her. I didn't want to hear my earlier words repeated back to me. "No, slut. Not tonight. Get out." She bit her lip. She once again looked so desperate. But for once in her God damn life, she didn't argue. "OK. I'll go. Can we do this again? Please?" she said. "We'll see..." I said, turning away from her. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over me. I lay down with my back to her. She got up and walked to the other side of the bed, towards the door. She put her top back on without her bra, ignoring my sperm on her body, but left her lower half bare. When she was finished, she turned to me. "What should I do about...you know, the guy I've been...?" She didn't seem to want to say "boyfriend". She hadn't said his name either, I noticed. I looked at her, and considered it. "Jessica, you're not my girlfriend." I said. "I know...", she said with a smile, "I'm your...slut, right?" She seemed almost proud of it, although her smile was tinted with shame. "Look, I don't give a fuck what you do with that needle dick, or anyone else for that matter. As long as you keep doing what I say, you can fuck whoever you like." I really meant this. I knew I didn't have to tell her not to fuck anyone else, because I knew it wouldn't matter. She was really obsessed with my cock by now. I doubted she'd even look at another guy. And being with her boyfriend again would only serve to remind her how big I was in comparison. She seemed uncertain. I got the feeling she wanted to be given a command, something she could do to make me happy, to prove herself, to "earn" my dick, as I'd put it. "There is one thing you can do for me though..." I started. Her face lit up. I was right. "Learn how to give a decent blow job. That was pathetic tonight." I said, with a touch of disgust in my voice. Her face fell, but she didn't reply right away. "I will." she said, "I'll practice, I promise." "Good." I said. She didn't leave. It still seemed like she was waiting for something. "Thank you, for this. Thanks." she said. "Was that really your first ever orgasm?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes, definitely." I laughed softly. She hadn't seemed sure about it before, but now she knew. Whatever faint shadows of pleasure she'd experienced alone, or with her boyfriend, weren't even close to the real thing. What she'd felt tonight as she humped my huge cock, that was what an orgasm felt like. "Well, you're welcome. Now get the fuck out so I can sleep." I said. She nodded once. As she turned to leave, I noticed the fading pink marks on her ass that my fingers had made when I grabbed it. She left, closing the door gently behind her. I lay back and thought about what had just happened. I hadn't really planned how that had gone. My only real goal had been to make her beg to suck my cock, and that had gone very well. When it came to it, right after that, I knew I could have fucked her. I could have pounded her until she screamed. But I didn't want to. I mean, I wanted to, obviously, but on some level it just didn't feel right. There had to be...more. There was something more important here than just sex, just losing my virginity. I wanted to see her even more degraded. I'd seen her beg, but I wanted to see how desperate she could really get. == The next day, the two of us hung out with Rose again. Things were even better, it seemed. Jessica spoke to me more, and she kept meeting my eyes, and smiling a lot. It was amazing how much she'd changed, literally overnight. I was really getting to know another side of her. She was surprisingly intelligent, making references that caught me off guard, and comments that made me genuinely laugh. It seemed that she was still witty, even when she wasn't being aggressive. It was so strange to see her as a real, full person and not just a complete bitch. Talking to her like this, I really felt that we could almost have a normal relationship. That is, of course, if I didn't still hate her fucking guts. I left them alone for a little while, and Jessica went home just before dinner, as usual. After dinner, Rose and I talked about her. "Jessica seemed to be in a good mood today." I said innocently. "Yeah, right? She's been pretty quiet lately. I thought it was because she still wasn't used to being around you, but apparently it was about her boyfriend." said Rose. "Really?" "Yeah, he...well, let's just say they weren't really...compatible. She wasn't sure whether or not to stay with him, but she told me this morning that she's decided to leave him. She seems a lot happier, now that she's made the decision." I wasn't surprised to hear this, but I was delighted. We hadn't even had sex and she had already chosen me over him. The best part was, I didn't even have to tell her to. == The next Friday, the casual conversation with Jessica continued when Rose was around. She seemed completely comfortable in my presence now, laughing and joking with me like she did with Rose. Once again I left them alone, heading to bed first. I wanted to give Jessica a chance to get Rose completely to sleep before visiting me. I heard her footsteps approaching my room just after midnight. She didn't knock this time, she just walked in and closed the door behind her. It doesn't matter what she was wearing, because before either of us said a word she began to undress. Within 30 seconds, she was once again naked at the side of my bed. "Good evening, Jessica." I said, without looking up from my laptop. "Evening." she said. I turned to her. "Can I help you with something?" I said. She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I want to see your cock." I raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, I mean, pleeease let me see your cock?" she said, smirking. She lifted her chest up, thrusting out her big tits. I didn't like this. Before, she'd been genuinely pleading. Now she was just going along with what I wanted. She probably thought we would fuck tonight. She had seriously misread this relationship, it seemed. "No, get out." I said. I turned back to my laptop. "Aww, don't be like that." she said, "I promise you won't regret it. I've...been practising, like you asked." I didn't ask her to practice, I told her. This was becoming irritating. "Jessica, get the fuck out of my bedroom." I said. She seemed a little worried now. "Ok, I'm sorry, I'll do it properly...I really want to...to suck it and..." she said. I was getting pissed off with her now. Without turning, I slowly reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. "Wait, no, I'm sorry, I AH-" I yanked her head towards mine, putting her ear right in front of my mouth. Her hands were wrapped around my wrist, and she was still struggling. "I'm not going to say it again, slut. Get. Out." I hissed into her ear. I released her head and she stood up quickly, gathering her clothes. I didn't look at her, but I heard her sob once before she left. For a second I just sat there, wondering at what I'd done. First I kicked her out of my room after literally begging me to fuck her, and now I wouldn't even let her practice sucking me off. Was I insane? A lonely virgin turning away this beautiful, eager girl? Yours Ch. 01 But it wasn't just any girl. It was Jessica. The girl I'd spent my entire childhood and adolescence being tormented by. The girl I'd spent so many years fearing and hating. I didn't want her as a girlfriend, the idea almost disgusted me. The only way this would work was if she was submissive to me, just like I'd read about. She had to learn that she couldn't just come over here and flutter her eyelashes every time she wanted to fool around. I was in control here. I decided what we did and didn't do. And if she disobeyed me, she would be punished. I only hoped I'd made the right move. == Next week, I found out that I had. Things had gone back a step between us in everyday life, the relaxed chatting replaced with the former icy silence. But she still didn't dare insult me any more. And Rose didn't really notice any difference. My sister was great, but she could be somewhat socially dense at times, completely missing out on the clear tension between me and Jessica. That night she knocked on the door at around midnight. "Yes?" I said. She opened slowly and walked in, closing the door gently behind her. She was wearing a thin night gown. It wasn't anything too erotic, but I could tell from the thin weave that she wasn't wearing any underwear. I doubted she would have dressed like that to share a bed with my sister. She stood at the door, her arms straight down at her sides, staring at the floor. "What?" I said. "Look..." she said. "Are we going to...do something tonight, or not? I'm getting kind of anxious, if you know what I mean." I sighed. "No Jessica, what do you mean?" She looked up. "I mean..." she said, "I haven't...cum, since the last time we...you know..." "Well, you went your whole life without an orgasm up until two weeks ago, why the sudden hurry for another?" I asked. She looked away. She laced her fingers in front of her, fidgeting and nervous. "It's...it feels different now. It's like my body has...woken up, or something." she said. I didn't say anything. "I just...I never really got horny that much before, but now...I get wet, sometimes, when I'm alone...And you told me not to...to touch myself..." she trailed off. I was surprised she'd remembered to obey that rule even when I wasn't around. "I dumped my boyfriend." she said, "I know you don't care, but I didn't want to be with him any more." She looked away again, nervously. "And...you told me to practice, I've been practising." she said. Told, not asked. Better. "Practising what?" I asked. "Giving head. I'm getting pretty good, I think." "Oh, and who have you been practising with, if not your ex?" I asked. "No, no one else. I've been using...other stuff." she said. I really wasn't sure about this. She obviously wanted to do something, and she was a lot more submissive than last week, but she wasn't quite desperate enough to beg. I was pretty sure I'd have to leave it another week or two for her to get really desperate. "Ok, slut," I said, turning to her. She smiled brightly. It was kind of hot to see how much she seemed to enjoy being called "slut". "I'll make you a deal. If you can fit my whole cock in your mouth, I'll do whatever you want tonight. Sound good?" Her eyes widened. She looked terrified. "I...I don't think..." she stuttered. "If you don't want to try then just leave." I said. She only took a second to decide. She pulled her night gown off in one sweep, revealing her wonderful naked body to me. She walked over to the bed and took her usual spot, kneeling beside my crotch. I didn't move this time, just waited. After a few seconds she realised what I wanted, and climbed up on to the bed. She got on her knees and reached forward. She dug her fingers under my waistband, and I pushed my hips up as she pulled down my pants and underwear. I still felt a little thrill from the sense of exhibition. My dick was already getting hard from seeing her body. She took it in her hands and began slowly licking around the head. She spent a minute or two just admiring it, slowly running her hands up and down, feeling it's girth and weight in her grip, occasionally planting gentle kisses on the shaft. She took her time with this, seeming to enjoy being allowed to hold it. She seemed to have a better idea of what she was doing, this time. She kept swirling her tongue around the head, and never stopped the rhythm she had with her fingers. Within a minute my cock was rock hard and pointing straight up. She was almost massaging my shaft firmly with both hands, rather than the frustratingly light strokes she'd been using before. She kept her teeth completely out of the way, too. It felt amazing, I could do nothing but close my eyes and enjoy it. Then, without any sign of preparation or ceremony, she started trying to force my thick shaft into her mouth. Her tongue felt much better than last time, she seemed more aware of how to use it. As she pushed her head down farther, she began to moan loudly. This was so much better than two weeks ago. She really had been practising. But not quite enough, it seemed. No matter how much she tried, she could only get about 3 or 4 inches of it into her mouth before she started gagging. She kept trying, each time seeming to get just a little bit closer, but in the end she didn't even make it half way. After maybe 5 minutes of this wonderful sensation, she pulled it out. She was panting loudly. Her mouth was covered in her own spit, and it was drooling down on to her heaving chest. She gazed at my cock with a look of almost hatred, and then lust, as she realised she wouldn't be able to take it all. She met my eyes, then quickly looked down in shame. "I can't do it." she mumbled. "You're giving up?" I asked. "Well...look at this thing!" She was holding it by the base, and she shook it slightly. "It's impossible to fit it all the way!" she whined. I reached out and rested my hand gently on her head. "Well, until you do, you're not going to cum again." I said. How's that for incentive? She looked desperately in to my eyes. "Come on, that's not-" "Are you arguing with me?" I said, cutting her off. "No, no, I'm not, I'm sorry...It's just...your cock felt so good on my pussy, even when it was just rubbing it...I can only imagine how good it'll feel if you force it up inside me...into my hot, tight little...cunt." she said, a slight moan carrying off the last word. I'd never heard her talk like this before, and I could tell from her reddening face that she wasn't used to it. She was trying to seduce me, to manipulate me. "Shut up." I said, "Finish me off." "Can I at least touch myself when I do it? Can I try to make myself cum?" she asked. "No, you're not allowed to orgasm unless I say so, do you understand me? Now finish me off, and get out." I said. This was important. She had to be willing to obey me, even if she wasn't directly getting anything out of it. She sighed and started again, running her tongue all over the head of my cock. I'd been doing some practice of my own, trying to increase my endurance. I was usually able to come two, sometimes three times in quick succession before being unable to get hard, but I still wanted to last as long as possible. Even with her new techniques, I was able to last 10 minutes before pumping her mouth full of cum. She closed her eyes as I came. I knew that sperm supposedly tasted awful, but she seemed to be savouring the experience, letting out purring little moans as she swallowed. When I was finished, she quickly crawled up the bed and straddled my thigh, putting her arms around my shoulders. Her pussy was dripping wet and hot, and she was rubbing it very slightly against my leg. "It's so good when you cum in my mouth, when your huge cock pulses for me...oh God, I'm so wet..." I didn't say anything. "Please." she said, looking me in the eye, "Please, just touch me...I need to cum, please make me cum." I let her continue. "Please, I'm your...your little slut." she moaned desperately. "Make your little slut cum, please let me cum for you, please..." I sighed. I grabbed her tightly by her stiff nipples, and pulled her closer to me. She let out that same little growl as before that I couldn't identify as either pleasure or pain, but was maybe a mix of both. "You're a greedy little slut tonight, aren't you?" I hissed, increasing my grip. Her body wanted to move away, but she had to lean closer to avoid her nipples being pulled even more. "I'm...I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she cried. She brought her hands down to lean against my chest, but she wasn't trying to stop me. It was so satisfying, seeing her accept the pain without resistance. "Do you think you have a nice body, slut?" I asked her. Over the pain I was causing her, she struggled to answer. "I...I...I don't know, I...aaaahhhh." she whined. "Answer me." I said calmly, twisting her nipples again. "Yes! I...I think I do..." she said. "What's nice about your body, slut?" I asked. I started to loosen my grip slightly, only to tighten it even further. I repeated this action, gripping and loosening, again and again. "I...aah...aaaaahhh," she moaned. I gripped harder, prompting her to answer. "My...my tits! I have big tits!" she cried. "What else?" I said. "I'm...mmmmm," she moaned, "I'm fit...I keep f- Fit!" she gasped. "What else?" "I don't know, I..." "Do you think men notice your body?" I asked quietly. She bit her lip tightly, and nodded. "Do you like it when they look at you?" I asked. "I...I don't know." I started lightly twisting her nipples again. "Ah! Yes, I...I like when they look at my tits! I...want them to want me..." "And what does that make you?" I asked. "A...a slut, I'm a slut. I want them to look at me, I want to make them hard..." she said, gasping. I knew this about her already, of course. For all her secret inexperience, she seemed to revel in being wanted by men, always dressing to show skin and cleavage. She'd had a reputation around school for being a tease for a while now. I wanted to hear her confess it to me, confess that she was just a vain bitch. As someone who'd never really been considered attractive, it was so satisfying to punish her for this. I know it was petty, but I wanted to hurt her. "Do you want to do anything else with all these admirers?" I asked. "NO!" she shouted, "No, only you, only you...ahahh.". I pulled her close to me, leaned in and put my lips to her ear. "Get out, slut." I whispered. I released her nipples. She gasped and moaned at the relief. Her hands jumped up to her boobs and she started gently massaging them. "Out." I repeated. She gathered her clothes and left quickly, avoiding my eyes. == The next Friday she came over again, this time wearing a little black negligée. It was completely see-through except for the bra, which was pushing her boobs up and giving her the most spectacular cleavage. I could see that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath it. "Do you like this?" she asked, swirling the hem around the top of her thighs, "I bought it for you." It was so strange, how even though I'd seen her naked so many times by now, this little bit of cover made things so erotic. "It's very nice, Jessica." I said calmly. Her face lit up with delight. She bounced happily, her cleavage jiggling. She really wanted to please me. But I wanted her naked. "But we wouldn't want to get it all messy, would we?" I said. She shook her head, huge smile still spread across her face, and started to slip out of it. Seeing how much my opinion mattered to her, how happy a simple compliment made her, was a huge turn-on. She undressed, laying the thin material gently on my desk instead of just discarding it. She got up in front of me on the bed, then reached over and pulled my cock out of my underwear. I really enjoyed the look on her face every time she saw it, a recurring little shock of delight and arousal. Again, she spent the first few minutes just kissing and licking it gently, enjoying the weight of it in her hands. I was fascinated by the look of admiration she had, and the almost reverential, worshipping attitude she showed towards my cock. She was even more skilled than last time, and she managed to get even more of my thick shaft into her mouth. I finally reached her throat, but she couldn't push any farther no matter how hard she tried. After 15 minutes of intense effort on her part, I came in her hot, humming throat, thrusting the 5 inches or so that she could take as much as I could. Afterwards, she crawled up and lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder. She told me about how she went to bed every night straddling her pillow, to try to sooth the desires of her pussy. She told me how almost every time she went to sleep, she had vivid dreams about sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, and that she woke up in the middle of the night, soaking wet. She told me about how she had to change her panties every time she thought about me for too long. She told me she couldn't concentrate in class, and that her parents, and Rose, were asking why she seemed so distracted all the time. She told me she needed to cum. She begged me to touch her. I told her to get out. She looked devastated, but left without comment. I'd honestly never been happier in my life. Every week, the bitch I'd hated for years would come to my bedroom, suck me off, beg me to let her cum, and then leave incredibly frustrated but still obeying. She was getting closer, though, to taking me completely. If she kept it up, I thought she could be deep-throating me in just a few weeks. But as it turns out, I'd underestimated her. == Just one day before I was expecting to see her again, on the next Thursday, she approached me in public. I was hanging out with some friends in front of school, just after class had gotten out, when she walked up to me and told me she needed to talk, privately. My friends were stunned. I wasn't very close to them, or anyone really, but they all knew how much of a bitch she was. Not just to me, but to pretty much everyone except her closest friends, a group that I'd certainly never been a part of. I was honestly too shocked to reply, not knowing how to act. I could do nothing but let myself be led away by the arm. She took me aside and whispered in my ear, "My house is empty all day. If you want, you can come over later and we can...continue things." she said. I stepped back to look at her. This was the first time she'd brought up our little meetings outside of my bedroom. She bit her lip nervously, then leaned in again. "Please...I really can't wait until tomorrow...just let me try today. I'm...I'm getting wet right now, just talking to you. I can't take it any more." I was shocked that she was being so bold, saying all this out in the open. I didn't know how to react. "Shit...there's Rose, look just...I'll be waiting for you, if you want to come over. Please." She walked up to Rose. They talked for a few seconds, then Jessica took off in the opposite direction. Rose spotted me and walked over. "Apparently Jessica hasn't been feeling well. Have you noticed her being a little off lately?" I shrugged. "I hope she's not coming down with something." she said. == I wasn't sure whether or not to go over to her place. It felt a little like she would be in control if I went where she told me to. But the way she'd asked...so meek, and pleading. "I'll be waiting for you, if you want..." I'd thought maybe another week of denial would be enough, but apparently she couldn't handle that. I decided to go with it. I showered and changed my clothes, and left the house an hour later. I knew where she lived, it was only a few minutes walk away from my house. She was completely ecstatic that I'd decided to come. She invited me in and locked the door behind me. She seemed so subservient, even in her own home. She offered me something to eat or drink, she took my jacket off for me, asked me again if I wanted anything. But I didn't want to waste time. We headed up to her bedroom. I hadn't been in it since we were kids, but it looked pretty much the same. A few things were different, like the double bed in the middle of the room, and the computer desk in the corner with a big swivel chair. Her computer was a few years old, and judging by how neat and tidy the whole area was, compared to her other desk in the corner which was covered with note books, I assumed she didn't use it much. She still had that heavy wooden bookcase that I remembered, filled with all sizes and types of different books. They'd been mostly children's or young teen books before, but now almost half them looked weirdly like textbooks. She was so excited about me being here. At first I thought she was just desperate, so much so that she was willing to invite me here just to try again a day sooner, even if she didn't have a chance, but the confidence in her smile told me otherwise. She really thought she could do it. "You're really eager to try again, aren't you?" I asked. "Yep." she said lightly. She sat me down on her computer chair, and began to undo my belt buckle. I stopped her hands with mine. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I said. She was confused for a second, but then realised what I meant. "Oh...right..." she said. I nodded. She slowly began to undress, not making eye contact. I thought she'd gotten used to stripping in front of me by now, but she seemed so much more nervous, more humiliated, than when we were in my room. Her blinds were drawn, but not her curtains. Her body was even more unbelievable in the soft daylight. She soon stood completely naked, hands by her sides, waiting for me to instruct her. Her earlier nervousness had disappeared, replaced by the strange gleam of confidence she usually had when she got naked. I think she enjoyed undressing for me. I didn't know whether it was the pride she had in her body, or just a desire to please me. I gestured to my crotch, and she went back to where she was before, on her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt. She pulled my pants around my ankles and my cock sprang free, almost fully erect already. Something about doing this here, in her room, was really turning me on. She began by kissing and stroking my cock, like always. Every time it seemed to take her a little while just to get over how big it was. The way she stroked it with her fingers, and held it against her cheek, always so gentle and admiring, as if worshipping it. She licked me until I was fully erect, then she started gently sucking around the head. Her lips had made a seal around my cock head, and she sucked in her cheeks and started bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm. This felt different from what she normally did, somehow. The pressure inside her mouth was just a little more intense. She pulled back after a few minutes. "I want to show you something." she said. She stood up and walked around her bed to her drawers. She opened the bottom one, dug around and pulled out a long object. It was a cucumber. "This is what I've been using for practice." she said. She grinned and walked back over to me, kneeling in front of me again. She held the vegetable up against my cock. The cucumber was about 2 inches shorter, and a good deal thinner. She laughed. "I couldn't find a bigger one." she said. She threw it on the floor and got back to work. She started again with kissing and licking, and soon progressed to the new thing she'd been doing earlier, with her lips clamped firmly around the top and her head bobbing steadily up and down. This time she was swirling her tongue around the tip in time with the rhythm of her head. I groaned with pleasure and grabbed a handful of her hair. I didn't pull it hard, just tugged on it. Yours Ch. 01 Every few seconds she bobbed deeper, another quarter of an inch or so. After a few minutes of this amazing routine, she had about almost half of my cock in her mouth, and she wasn't slowing. As she continued, I felt my cock head push against her throat, and keep on sliding down. When she finally stopped, there was only two inches left of my cock outside. She inhaled sharply through her nose and pushed hard. I couldn't believe it. She moaned loudly, the vibrations adding to the pleasure, as she finally took the last of my cock inside her. Her lips were firmly wrapped around the base, and her tongue was licking against my balls. She'd done it. It felt insanely good, my mind was going blank from the sensation. I could feel every inch of my cock as I never had before, the whole thing was so warm and tingling with pleasure. I was suddenly so glad I'd made her do this. She held this pose for maybe 10 seconds before slowly, but steadily, lifting her head off my cock. It looked bizarre, like a magic trick, all these inches of thick cock, drenched with spit, just flowing out of her hot little mouth. I groaned as she pulled back. When she reached the head, she pulled out it from between her lips with a pop, kissed it lightly, and rapidly swallowed the entire thing again. She repeated this a few times, swallowing, her lips sinking down to the base, then slowly sliding up. I entered her completely over and over. I literally felt like I was going to pass out, I'd never felt anything this mind-blowingly good. Just as my cock left her mouth for about the tenth time, I stood up suddenly and grabbed her head. I plunged my dick deep into her wet throat as hard as I could, and started thrusting in and out. She was moaning loudly, but didn't resist. She brought her hands up to my sides, digging her fingers into my hips for support. She kept her head still as I fucked her mouth. The sound of her hot, moist throat filled the room. My mind was completely blank as I came hard, pumping my hot cum down her swallowing throat. My hips continued on their own, making little jerking thrusts with each shot. When I was done, my knees felt so weak I could barely stand. I fell backwards into the chair, grunting at the sensation of my still-hard cock sliding once more out of her throat. She stayed on her knees with her eyes closed, panting heavily. The only sound in the room for a few minutes was our strained breathing. When she opened her eyes, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. She slowly looked up at me. "Did I do good?" she asked quietly. Her voice was a low purr, heavy with arousal. I didn't say anything. "I wanted to do good for you...I wanted to make you feel good..." She crawled towards me on all fours. My cock had begun to soften, and she leaned over to it and kissed it softly on the shaft. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my lap, like a dog would. "I kept practising, every night...I wanted to take your whole cock...I wanted to feel you cum in my throat..." It seemed like submitting to me, being used or hurt by me, put her into this docile little daze. Fucking her mouth the way I did seemed to have a powerful effect on her. I finally found the strength to reply. "Stand up." I said. She slowly stood. She was relaxed, her eyes heavy lidded, and her lips parted. She stared straight ahead. "Spread your legs." I said. She shifted her weight slightly and moved one leg out. Her pussy was so wet that the lubrication was literally flowing down her legs. Her inner thighs were completely soaked, and the liquid was continuing to slide down, some trails of it reaching almost to she sides of her knees. I reached out and gently ran my finger along her thigh, sliding it around in the slick moisture. She shivered at the slight contact, and let out a small moan. "Why haven't you made yourself cum?" I asked. "Because...you said...I'm not allowed." she answered, her breath catching. "Does that matter? It's your body, isn't it?" I asked. She seemed to consider this for a moment. "But...I'm your slut." she said simply. "Yes...you are. And you've been a good little slut for me..." She slowly turned to looked me in the eye. "I have? I wanted so badly to take your whole cock...did I do good?" "It was good. And now you get your reward." Her eyes widened. She began to show signs of normality, as her body began to fidget and squirm. "Yesss...please yes, I need it, please..." she whimpered. "Go lie down on the bed." I said. She let out a little squeal of delight and walked to the bed, suddenly animated with joy, bouncing happily as she moved. She pulled the covers all the way back and lay down. I stood up and undressed fully. My cock was rock hard again, and as I walked over to her it swayed back and forth with my steps. She stared at it, as if imagining what it would feel like inside her. "There...there are condoms, in the bottom drawer...I'm...I'm on the pill, but if you want..." she said, gesturing to where she'd pulled the cucumber from. I walked around and opened the drawer. I reached into a pile of her panties, and found a small box at the bottom. I took them out and chuckled to myself. These must have been her ex's. They weren't any brand I recognised. He must have had to buy them online, or something. I pulled one out of the box and threw it to her. She jumped up immediately and started to unwrap it. I climbed onto the bed, and she tried to push it around my cock. She stretched it hard, trying to fit it around my girth. She just about managed, but it was incredibly tight and uncomfortable. She unrolled it just a few inches before it tore at the top and split down the side. She let out a little squeal of surprise as the condom broke, and I felt the same way. Even regular sized condoms were supposed to stretchy enough for almost any size, but then I remembered that these probably weren't regular condoms. Her ex probably had to buy a special size to fit him without being too loose, meaning even though they stretched, they were still far too small for me. She stared at the shredded latex draped across the top of my dick. She seemed hypnotised my it. I took her gently under the chin, and turned face up towards mine. "I don't think those are big enough, Jessica." I said softly. She sighed slightly and bit her lip, seeming to look at me with a new found level of arousal. It was the ultimate comparison between the tiny penis that she was used to, and the giant cock she was about to get. She moved quickly away from me as I removed the torn rubber. She lay back down and stared at me. She had one finger in her mouth, and was sucking on it absent-mindedly, playing with her lips. We got in to position, her on her back and me on top. I wanted to take a little while to appreciate the scene first. She really was beautiful. I reached down and cupped her right breast, massaging it. She moaned slightly. I enjoyed the feel of it, so soft and firm. I looked down at her pussy. The sheet below her was already soaked in her juices. I knew she was ready, but she suddenly looked so small. "Is this really what you want?" I asked. "Yes, yes, please..." she whimpered. I pushed the head of my cock gently against the folds of her pussy, but went no further. She closed her eyes, and bit her lip hard. "It's going to hurt, you know." I said. She looked up at me. "I like it when you hurt me." she said. "You do?" I asked. I was genuinely surprised, and curious. "Yeah...when you pull my hair, or hurt my nipples...it feels good...I like it." she said slowly. "You mean like this?" I quickly grabbed the nipple of her right breast and squeezed it hard, twisting it. She cried out and arched her back. "Yesssss..." she hissed. I released her. "I like it..." she whimpered, her breath heavy, "I like it when you hurt me. I like the pain." I really hadn't expected her masochistic side to be so strong. "It reminds me that I'm yours...that I'm your slut..." she said. "You like being my slut, don't you?" I asked. "Yes, yes, I'm your slut, I'm yours..." she said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me, nuzzling her face against my neck. "I want to be yours, I'm yours..." she said. She seemed to have a tendency to babble when I prompted her to talk like this. I pushed her roughly away from me and clamped my hand down over her mouth. She whimpered softly into it. "Look at yourself." I said calmly, "All that attitude. All that arrogance. And now you're mine? Just like that? Is a big cock all it takes to own you?" I asked. She moaned loudly and tried to move her head against my grip. I tightened my fingers and pushed her harder into the mattress. I held her there, and just watched her staring into my eyes, unable to speak. I pulled my hand away. "I...I'm yours...I want to be yours...Only yours." she repeated. Her voice was shaking now, full of lust. Something inside me was so satisfied by seeing her like this. But I could still feel it there, just like always. The deep pit of black rage inside me was rearing its head. I grabbed my cock with my left hand, and slowly began to push it against her pussy again. "Beg for this." I said. "Yesss..." she moaned, "Please fuck me. I want your big cock so bad...please fuck me, please..." "Do you really think you deserve it, slut?" I asked, pulling my hips back. "I...I don't know...I took your whole cock...just like you told me..." she said quietly. "Is that enough?" I asked, my anger rising, "Does that make up for how you've treated me our whole lives?" She looked ashamed, and terrified. "I'm sorry...please, I'm so sorry...I'm just-" "A bitch?" I said. "Yes! Yes, I'm such a bitch, I know, I'm just-" "And now you want my cock? You think you've earned that?" I felt the hot anger burn up in me, and this time I let it. My hand flew to her throat, and I pulled her close to me, choking her. "After the years of abuse, the insults? After turning my own sister against me!?" I shouted. She didn't try to say anything, she couldn't. I tightened my grip around her throat for a few seconds as she gagged and choked, before shoving her back to the bed. "Why should I give you anything you want?" I said quietly. She coughed a few times, and rubbed her throat. A tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry..." she said, her voice ragged, "I'm so, so sorry. Do what you want to me. P...please. Please. I'm...I'm sorry." Her voice was so soft, so meek. So utterly submissive. As she began to cry, I knew this wasn't an act, as I expected of her before. She wasn't just saying what I wanted, doing what I wanted because of my cock. She really was sorry for how she'd treated me in the past because now she wanted to belong to me. This was it. She was beaten, broken, lying before me a willing slave. All that was left now was to fuck her. And now I was ready. I grabbed my cock by the base and pushed it against her pussy yet again. I started slowly at first, pushing with my hips until I felt her drenched pussy lips give slightly. She whimpered and began to pinch and twist her nipples. But I couldn't push any farther. The head of my cock wouldn't fit inside. This felt like more than just a size issue, there was something physically preventing me from entering. I looked down at her body, disbelieving. My cock was pushing against her hymen. Her ex was so small that he hadn't broken it. I grinned. All I could think about now was how much this would hurt her. "You feel that, cunt? I'm about to take your virginity." Every humiliating memory of every old insult, every dirty look, and every God damn day I'd had to spend hiding in my own house fuelled me on. I let the full force of my anger take me over, finally releasing it after years of suppression. I gritted my teeth and forced myself into her tight cunt, pushing hard against the vice-like pressure. She was screaming now. It sounded like she was in a lot of pain. But this was what she'd wanted, what she'd begged for. I thought of those forum entries, about the women who'd been in so much pain after being with a well hung man that they'd never gone near them again. They talked about how it hurt to be stretched, how it ached for days afterwards. That's what I wanted for Jessica. I was going to fuck this girl raw. I started to push harder, forcing her pussy open. Her moaning increased, and she started that little guttural growl in her throat. It was difficult to enter her, she was so tight and I was so big. I continued my slow, hard penetration. She was so hot, and so wet. I was barely in and it already felt fantastic. When I got about half my length into her, her pussy started to pulse and quiver around my cock. I started to pull back out, slowly. When my cock head reached her opening again, I thrust in hard, back up to half length. At first it was slow, my muscles tensing with the effort of every thrust, but each time I got faster and faster, until I was pounding her hard with a rapid rhythm. It felt amazing, the intense heat, the tight walls of her pussy gripping and trembling around my cock. I brought my hands to her shoulders for a better grip, digging my fingers in hard, and started pounding even harder. Tears were freely flowing down her face and she hadn't stopped moaning and squealing, her voice jumping and shaking as I fucked her. With each thrust I forced more into her, until I was almost completely inside each time. My body was slick with sweat and my breath was ragged with effort. It felt so good, I didn't know how long I'd be able to last. I kept up the pace, and soon I was surprised to feel my balls meeting the heat of her pussy lips. I looked down to see I was bottoming out; my entire cock was entering her completely with each stroke. I moaned with pleasure and increased my pace again. My hips were burning and her bed was shaking and creaking with my effort. I felt her wrap her legs around my waist, tightening around me each time I bottomed, as if wanting to hold me there. I looked down at her. Her tits were bouncing wildly. She was biting her lower lip hard, and her eyes were closed. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. I wanted her eyes open. She looked into my eyes, her face flushed and stained with tears. I felt the pleasure getting too intense. I plunged into her one last time. Her legs tightened around my back and she threw her arms around my neck. We screamed together as I shot my load into her, pulse after pulse of hot sperm filling her tight pussy. Intense pleasure fired down my cock, it felt like my whole body had gone numb except for this lightning bolt of sensation. As my orgasm ended, the strength left my hips and I collapsed on top of her. My cock began to wilt slightly, becoming softer. With a huge effort, I rolled off of her, my slimy cock pulling out of her pussy and bringing with it a flow of semen, and some blood. I looked at her. She was breathing as heavily as I was. Her eyes were closed, and her lower lip was bleeding, a thin, red trail running down her chin. The sensations had been so intense that she'd broken the skin by biting too hard. Tears were still rolling gently down her face, and she let out a weak sob every now and again. We lay in silence for a long time. I just watched her. After a while she slowly opened her eyes, meeting mine. She wiped the tears from her face. Groaning slightly in pain, she rolled to her side and moved her body closer to me. She crawled over until she was above me and set her head gently down against my shoulder. She reached up and slid her arms around my neck, hugging me. I used my thumb to wipe the blood from her chin, then gently rubbed it across her lips. She opened her mouth and licked my thumb as I pushed her lips around. I swept my hand up to her head and started to stroke her hair. I grabbed the blanket with my other hand and pulled it over us. She reacted to the warmth by snuggling close to me, nuzzling into my chest, and I put my arm around her waist. I wasn't really sure what to do. I felt completely drained of all emotion, all thought. All I knew was that holding her like this, for now, felt good. I ran my fingers up through her hair, caressing her gently. I had no idea what to say to her. I didn't know what I wanted any more. She sighed happily against my chest, her warm breath tickling me. "That was..." she started. She sighed again, and closed her eyes. "That was incredible." she purred. "Did it hurt?" I asked. She looked up at me. "Yeah...But it felt so good..." She moved her hips forward, bringing our faces closer until her cheek rested against mine. Her hands moved up to caress my hair. "When you...when you penetrated me...I had an orgasm." she whispered softly in my ear. "It hurt so much...and I liked it...oh God," she said, shivering slightly, "It felt so good...I'm so glad that...that you were my first. My real first, I mean" I felt her smile, and she kissed me softly on the cheek. "I just...I kept...cumming, over and over...when I took it all...when you were completely inside me...I thought I was going to die..." She slowly kissed me a few times along my jaw, letting her lips rest for a few seconds each time. "My pussy still hurts." she said, wriggling her hips. "Aahh...", she sighed in pain, "It hurts, but I like it. I'm all stretched out by your big cock." She sighed happily and pulled back. "Thank you." she said. She held her face a few inches from mine. Her eyes were so big, such a clear, perfect green. Her smile seemed so sweet, so genuine. So innocent, somehow. Without thinking, I kissed her. Gently at first, our lips moving tenderly together. I loved how she responded to my touch, pushing her body back slightly against my arms. I took her lower lip between my teeth and bit down, hard. She moaned softly, and I felt blood flowing into my mouth, metallic and warm. I'd re-opened the wound she'd made before. I released her lip and she slid her tongue into my mouth. She kissed me passionately, and I returned it. Our first kiss. My first kiss. She pulled back, breathing heavily, blood staining her lip. "I love you." she said. For a second I was stunned. Then I felt a sudden flash of anger. She loved me? I gripped her hair and pulled it back, hard. She hissed and whimpered in pain, and I forcefully grabbed her jaw with my other hand. I loved the sounds she made, her soft mewls of pain and pleasure. "How can you love me?" I asked slowly, "You don't even know me." She gasped sharply in pain again as I tightened my grip. "I do...I...I love...you," she moaned. I gripped tighter for a few seconds, until I saw tears touching the corners of her eyes. I released her, and she let her head drop onto my chest. Her breathing was heavy and I could feel her tears against my skin. "Good." I said. "Good girl." She sighed happily and wrapped her arms around me. I didn't know how I felt about her any more. I thought about the things that usually made me the most angry, the worst memories of her mocking, of her public humiliation. Just like always a few hot waves of rage pulsed up in me, but I let them go, calming myself. The anger, the hatred, the repulsion I'd always felt for her was still there, though it felt lessened slightly. I thought about her grinding her pussy against my cock, begging for an orgasm. I thought about her delight in pleasing me, her face lighting up as I complimented her. I thought about her stunning resolve to deep throat my cock, surprising me by succeeding so quickly. My dick started to stiffen at the memories. Not much, just a twitch to remind me that she still turned me on. I thought of the few times we'd spoken recently, about how pleasant it had been just to hold a casual conversation with her. I thought about how good it felt just to be stroking her soft hair, and holding her naked body against mine. I felt the warmth of emotion that I honestly thought I'd never feel for her, a sweet affection that made me want to just hold her close to me. Yours Ch. 01 I couldn't understand it. The emotions I felt, such strong, deep seated hatred, and the new, bright joy and admiration, all mixed up with the lust I felt for her. Such completely opposed, conflicting feelings, but I felt them all for the same person, at the same time. Without saying anything, I slowly pushed her off me. I got off the bed, and she curled up under the covers. I noticed that my cock was still wet with our combined juices, and her blood. I picked her panties up from the floor and used them to clean my cock. When I was finished I tossed them carelessly towards her. They landed on her thigh, but she didn't seem to notice. I got dressed and left without either of us saying another word. == I didn't see her for a while, after that. She took the next day off from school, and didn't come to stay over. When I asked Rose about it, she said that Jessica had been sick after all, and she couldn't get out of bed. I thought that part might actually be true, she could have been in so much pain that she couldn't walk. I smiled at that image. She didn't come over on Saturday, either. Instead Rose visited her, hoping to cheer her up, or make her feel better. She suggested I join her, since Jessica and I were becoming closer recently, but I declined. As the week went on, I didn't see her again, even at school. I didn't look for her, exactly, but it felt so rare not to see her at all these days. I didn't ask Rose any more about her, either. I almost did a few times, but something in me hesitated. I was still conflicted about my feelings for her. I thought about her constantly, remembering both why I hated her, and why I was starting to like her, all while trying not to picture her when I felt like jacking off. It was the strangest sensation. I'd had crushes before, what I thought was love at the time. Girls I watched from afar but never had he courage to approach, like many guys. I felt those same stupid feelings again, for Jessica. I thought about her smirk, her eyes, her wit. I also thought about how good it felt to hurt her, to watch her squirm in pain. I became lost in my thoughts, ignoring my friends and school work. I tried to distract myself by staying online all the time, reading, or watching movies. But my thoughts always drifted back to her. I stayed up for hours passed midnight almost every night, trying to think through my emotions half the time, and trying to forget them the rest. This is something I was usually good at, ignoring thoughts that made me uncomfortable, like homework I still had to finish, or if I thought that something was going to go badly, I could just make myself not think about. But this was too big, it was too much. I started falling a sleep in class, and I was tired all the time, just trying to understand what I was feeling, or to ignore it. The next Friday I went to bed as soon as I got home from school. I was vaguely aware that there was something that I should be waiting for, but I'd pushed any thoughts of Jessica away. I was too sleep deprived and emotionally drained to care about what I'd forgotten. That night, I jerked awake. I looked at my alarm clock to see that it was an hour after midnight, the bright, red 1:08 hurting my eyes. I sat up and held my head, trying to remember what had woken me. There was a soft knock at the door. Yours. I wrote this as a gift for my Master, having not being able to speak to him in quite a while I felt that he would like a gift of this nature. ----------- Her body tenses under his touch; anticipating what is sure to come. As his fingers slide softly over get skin causing her to shiver she bites her tongue. Knowing what will happen and fighting her conflicting emotions about it. She feels his breath, hot at her neck. It is followed seconds later by his lips, gently nipping at the skin, sending the familiar tingling sensations up and down her body. He growls into her ear, that familiar voice he can turn on so easily that turns her to nothing. "You know why I'm doing this, don't you?." "Yes." She whimpers out to him. He has her on her stomach over the edge of the bed, legs separated so far she feels dirty just standing there like she is, ass in the air almost inviting him. Her breath hitches as his hand disappears. She heard the rustle of his clothing as he moved around her and then- SMACK "Ahhh," She cries out, reeling from the sensations coursing through her body from just that first of what was sure to be many. His hand doesn't longer for long before it's lifted and he's hissing in her ear. "Well?" She whimpers, having momentarily forgotten her place. "One, Sir." "Sir, Hmm? We're not quite there then..." SMACK "God," she moans out, his hand stinging her ass, her eyes watering already. "Two, Sir." SMACK "YESSSS," She groans as she arches her back to eagerly present more of her ass to him, enjoying this far more than she should. "Three, Sir." His hand is now back on her ass, thumb rubbing slowly in gentle circles over the burning spot he had just spanked, soothing it. His breath back in her ear, "You are such a good girl. You know that, right, pet?" "Yes, Sir" she manages to whimper out again. Her ass burning hot, spreading pain and pleasure throughout her body. She feels herself getting wet, she can't help it. It feels so good to have him do this to her. She has craved it for too long. SMACK She groans again. SMACK Her hands grabbing the sheets of the bed hard, as she is pushing her ass up and out for him. SMACK 'Ohhhhhhhhhh,' she is throbbing, her body throbbing, her pussy wet and aching to be filled. His hand now moving lazily over her back. "Six, Sir. Thank you, Sir." His voice in her ear again: "And it's because you are usually so well behaved, sigh a good girl that I have to do this. Isn't that right?" he nips at her ear gently as she shakes, while his hand slowly wraps itself in her long hair. "Yessss," she moans out. He quickly pulls her head up by her hair so she can see his face, so close to hers. "OHHH" she moans loudly. "Yes what?" He demands, yanking her hair harder, causing the pain/pleasure to shoot down her spine. She looks up at him, into his eyes, "Yes, Sir, Yes that's right." SMACK SMACK SMACK Pain stinging her ass as he spanks her hard and fast. "N-nine, Sir." He stops so that she can feel her skin burn and burn. His hand slides lightly down between her legs. His finger gently rubbing her lips and finds her clit. Its touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body. He lingers there for 3,4,5 seconds. Enough to make her groan out and try to get more by rocking her hips back. He pulls his finger away. His finger comes around to her mouth, the same finger that had been rubbing her pussy and clit oh so briefly. "Open," He says forcefully as he gives a pull on her hair. She opens her lips and he slides the finger inside. She tastes herself on his finger and sucks it in greedily. "You like that, pet?" He asks gently. She nods her head affirmatively as she slides her mouth up and down his long finger. "Just like sucking a cock isn't it?" He asks again, pulling his finger out with a plop. She looks at him with need in her eyes, "Yes Sir, just like that." "Like what, pet?" he asks, eyes glinting in amusement. "Like sucking a cock, Sir," she whimpers. He pulls her head up roughly again... mouth inches from hers. "Is that what you were thinking about last night when you masturbated?" He says roughly, a slight menace rising in his voice. "Thinking about sucking cock while you lay there, pleasuring what doesn't belong to you?" "No, Sir, I didn't..." she pleads. "Don't lie to me." He growls, and it is so much more worse than if he'd yelled. He raises his hand high She tenses. SMACK "AHHHH" she cries out. SMACK Ass burning again. "I thought we had agreed you wouldn't lie, pet." He growls loudly. SMACK SMACK SMACK "Ohhhhhhh god!" she is crying out with each smack, ass burning, clit tingling, pussy throbbing, skin cherry red. "Good girls do not lie, they tell the truth, isn't that what I've taught you?" He demands, fire in his eyes. She manages to look at him through her haze of lust. The pain and pleasure coursing through her body. Her desire to submit to him running through every fiber of her being. The need for him to inflict any punishment on her that he sees fit. "Yes you have. I'm sorry, Sir," She barely moans out. "Lying." SMACK "Is." SMACK "Not." SMACK "Tolerated." SMACK He growls out each word forcefully before stinging her ass again and again. She can barely breathe through it all. The pain searing and tingling, each slap of his hand seemingly going straight to her pussy, inflaming it beyond belief, she is rising and falling with it, almost like on a roller coaster. Then he stops. His finger again on her clit. rubbing it slowly, electrical jolts of pleasure shooting through her. She cant take it anymore. "PLease, Sir!" She cries, hips gyrating against the bed. He doesn't respond. Just continues to slowly rub her clit and sopping wet pussy. "Ohhhhh fuck Ohhhhh fuck," her moans of pleasure coming uncontrollably. Her hips rocking into his hand. He stops and moves his hand away from her burning pussy. "Please Master, please!" She cries out, moaning and whimpering all at the same time, beginning to lose control, the lust dominating her. "We're at Master again are we?" Voice gentle again. No menace present as it was just a moment before. "What we're we up to?" She whimpers, mind a haze, unsure for certain. "Eighteen, Sir?" "Lucky." He dips his fingers down to her clot again, taking it between two of them and rolling it between them. She whimpers, bucking and moaning. "Ohhhh fuck! Please Master!" "Please what?" "Please, let me cum!" She looks at him, begging, "Please, I need to cum so bad!" voice pleading. "Bad enough to tell me the truth, hmmmm?" He asks as he is gently rubbing her burning ass, smirking down at her. "Yes," She croaks out. He bends over, lightly kissing her ass cheek where it is the brightest red. Kissing and sucking, leaving it wet. She shivers underneath his lips. His mouth slowly moves around, behind her, tongue running along her inner thigh, an inch from her flaming pussy. "Ohhhhhh god Master, yes, yes please, god please," she pleads, praying he continues. He brings his body around behind her, hands now on her hips, holding her steady. Tongue still swirling over her inner thigh a few millimeters from her pussy. She is trying to rock back into his tongue but can't because his strength is holding her in place. "You want this, pet?" "Please," she begs He pulls her hips back slightly so that his tongue spears her pussy. "Ah!" she cries. Tongue slowly licking up and down her wet lips, flicking over her clit. "Ahhhhhh god Masyer, yes, Please!" She tries to encourage him on. Her clit and pussy burning with need. His tongue moving faster over her clit, swirling around it in a circle, faster, faster. "Yessssssssssssssss," She hisses out, feeling the pleasure burst through her, building up fast. Moans pouring from her mouth. He pulls his face away. "No." He growls. "Don't you dare." She cries out in need. "NO! don't stop!" She was so close, god so close. Quickly he is up on his knees behind her, one hand grabs her hair, wraps his hand around in it. Yanks it back hard so that her face is looking up. "I said lying is not tolerated here, whore." SMACK Another hard hand to her ass. "Now stay still and don't you dare move," he instructs her. She feels his cock, hard and thick, against her leg, now he brings it up, lines up behind her. "Don't move." He demands. One hand grips her hip tightly as he drives his hard thick cock all the way inside her in one agonising thrust. "OHHHHHHHHH FUCK!" She screams out. He holds it still inside her, filling her completely. One hand still in her hair, keeping her head held back, the other on her hip. Slowly pulling his cock out and stops. She's whimpering, his cock stretching and pulsating pleasure throughout her pussy. He drives his cock back in forcefully "AHHH!" She screams. He holds still with his throbbing cock filling her to the hilt. "Now, my little whorr, you are going to tell me the truth or I will not move my cock at all. And if you so much as try to slide onto it I will leave you like this and you will not be allowed to make yourself cum. Is that Understood?" He smirks as he growls out the last word as he tightens his grip in her hair. "YES Master, I swear I will tell the truth," she can hardly get the words out, her breath coming so hard and heavy, the pleasure of his cock pulsating through her, her ass still burning hot heat from his hand. "I know you will," He says hoarsely. He pulls out slowly again and holds it for a split second. SLAM! His cock pummels her pussy in one strong thrust. "Ohhhhhhh jesus," she whispers, all of her senses are on overload, all she can think about is getting that beautiful hard cock to move inside her. "Now, tell me pet, were you thinking about sucking cock last night while you came?" He puts more pressure on her hair, waiting for her answer, cock pulsating inside her. "YES Master, I was." She cries out. "Good Girl" He says as he slams his cock back inside her and then starts a rhythm of slowly moving it in and out of her sopping pussy. "Ahhhhhhh," She can only manage a long groan as his cock is finally moving inside her, pleasure bursting through her body. She rocks her hips back to get more of it. SMACK His hand stings her ass again "I said don't move, whore!" He commands. SMACK Beautiful pain burning her ass as she squeezes his cock with her pussy to intensify it. SMACK "Yargh" she yelps out. He continues to drive his cock inside her, harder now, a little faster. "And if you thought about sucking cock," He breathes hoarsely, "Then you must have thought about taking a cock in your pussy and fucking it, didn't you?" He demands out of her. Hips thrusting harder, driving his hard cock deep inside her. "Ahhhh ahhhh ahhh," she is moaning and crying out, taking his cock, the intense pleasure overwhelming her. His hand now comes down rapidly on her ass several times SMACK SMACK SMACK She's moaning and grunting unintelligibly "Didn't you?" He snarls. "Despite my orders you touched,.and you thought about getting fucked,.didn't you?" "YES! god yes, yes!" She cries back at him, the pleasure and pain building so high she is just moments away from exploding, He yanks her hair back harder and drives his cock deeper "And why is that, pet? Why did you think about fucking a cock last night?" He says, his breathe laboring now also. Grunts coming out of his mouth as he steadily thrusts inside her. "Because Master," she barely whispers in between moans. "Why?" He snarls again. SMACK "Tell me why!" SMACK He releases her hair so her head can fall on the bed and both hands now grip her hips. "Because I'm a whore, Master! she moans out at him. "A what?" "I'm a dirty little whore!" she cries "A dirty little fucking whore who loves cock!" "You're damn right you are! A Dirty little whore." He grunts loudly as he is slamming his cock furiously inside her, pummeling her, rocking her body hard. She can't help it but is now moving her ass into him in rhythm, wanting, needing to get every inch of his cock stuffed in her pussy and this time he isn't stopping her. His hand raises over her ass again. "You're Nothing But," - He grunts out. SMACK - Hand hits her burning ass again. Thrust Thrust Thrust - Cock pummeling her furiously fast and deep. Her moans and cries filling the room uncontrollably as he totally works her over. "A Fucking" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "Dirty" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "Little" SMACK Thrust Thrust Thrust "whore!" He manages the last one, almost shouting. His cock jumping inside her, ready to burst. She is crying and blabbering, she can barely do anything but breathe, moan and grunt under his onslaught. "Aren't You?" One last demand. "Yeesssssssssssssssss Master.... I'm a fucking WHORE!!!" She screams at him, her body spasming with being made to admit it to him, needing to admit it, thrilling to admit what they both know. The intensity built so high from his merciless pummeling of her pussy, her ass burning from his repeated spankings and his total complete control of her and her body. "And...who's whore are you?" He whispers. "Yours!" She cries as he thrusts hard into her as the orgasm rushes through his body and down his cock, erupting out hot cum inside her, cock throbbing and jumping with each spurt. She can only scream out in sheer pleasure at first. One long cry of release as her body spasms and shakes in a tremendous orgasm. "Yessssss Yes Yes Yes Yes!" she moans out over and over as the waves of pleasure overtake her, feeling his cock shooting inside her, filling her with his hot cum. Both their breathing hot and loud, punctuated with little moans and groans still. Finally he slows down, his cock throbbing, breathing heavily. Sweat now pouring off their bodies. She can't think, can't comprehend. The orgasm has totally lifted her to another place and all she knows is how good it felt and that his cock is the entire center of her universe. They both collapse on the bed, he on top of her back, his cock still inside her. Where it should be. His hands grasp hers. Their breathing slowly coming back to normal. Laying there together, feeling their bodies, the sweat mingling and their panting as it winds down to normal breathing. After a long while of floating on the high of the moment and orgasm, relishing the feel of their bodies together, he leans his head down closely next to hers, lovingly kisses her neck and ear, tasting her salty skin. Then whispers: "Whose little whore are you, pet?" She opens her eyes to look at him, smiles widely, then slowly whispers back: "Yours, Master. Always." Yours I wait for you. As you require, I am naked, kneeling in the centre of the room, knees apart, hands on the back of my head. I am on complete display, for your eyes only. I hear you come up the stairs, in no hurry. You know that I will be doing just what you have instructed, so why rush? Finally you open the door and come into the room and walk over to stand in front of where I wait, for your pleasure. "Those knees should be wider slut, you know that" you order. Chastised I spread my legs wider, completely exposing my pussy to you. My arms are beginning to ache from being held up. There are no cuffs, you trust me to leave them there. That trust however, has been hard earned. "Hmmm. What shall I do with you tonight?" you ask. "Shall I shove my cock down that lovely throat of yours? Shall I fuck your tight cunt? I might force you over the dinner table and stick my cock in all your holes over and over. I could cum all over your tits, or I could spank you til you cry... what do you think slut. Where shall we start?" You pause, before barking "speak slut". My head is racing. The more you talk the more turned on I get. I can feel myself getting wetter with each idea. I reply "Please let me suck your cock Master." "I thought that might be your preference, you love sucking cock don't you? You are such a little slut aren't you?" "Yes Master" I reply, "I am a slut who loves to suck your cock. Please Master, let me suck your cock. Please Master" I beg. "Tell me slut, why should I let you to put my cock in your mouth?" "Please Master, I will do anything you want." "Yes, that's the point", you say. "You are my slut and are here to do whatever I want you to do." Without warning you grab my hair. "Stand up," you command. I stand and you step back to look at me. Its strange, but I feel even more exposed standing there. My breasts heave with each breath. My nipples are erect and aching to be touched. My arms, still behind my head, long to come down, but I dare not do so until ordered. I am completely naked, other than the collar placed around my neck. You put your finger beneath my collar and pull my lips to yours and allow me to kiss you deeply. Your tongue probes my mouth, leaving me wishing it would probe my pussy as well. One thing at a time I tell myself. Suddenly you grab my right breast. You fondle it and pull on the nipple, not too harshly, yet, and I sigh in pleasure. You bend your head and take my nipple into your mouth, fondling my other breast as you do so. You suck my nipple hard, balancing on the fine line between pleasure and pain. At my whimper you look up and smile. Placing your hand over my pussy your smile widens. "Goodness slut you are enjoying this aren't you. And here I thought this was all about me. I do enjoy your tits though, they are truly beautiful. Your nipples are so hard." You grab my nipple and give it a quick tweak, hard. I gasp and you step back. "Bend over, with your hands on your ankles" you order. My arms cry as I am permitted to release them from above my head, and I know from experience that the position you have instructed will quickly become just as uncomfortable. I bend over, forcing my arse in the air and leaving my pussy lips peeking from between my thighs. You step up behind me and I feel your erection against my arse through your jeans. You enjoy this as well. Unable to help myself I rub my arse back against your crotch. You give my arse a sharp slap. "Enough of that, you greedy thing" you chastise me. I fear I have disappointed you, but I can hear a smile creeping into your voice. I relax. Which leaves me unprepared for the next spank. Bent over, hands on my ankles I am defenceless. You slap me for a third time before pausing. "Lets do this properly slut, count each spank and if you do a good job I might let you have my cock in your mouth." I breathe as you rub my arse cheeks, warming them before you get down to business. You start with my left cheek. And you don't start easy. "One", I begin. Alternating sides, the numbers quickly rise. "Thirteen. Please Master may I suck your cock." Smack. "Fourteen. Please Master, I would love your cock." At twenty, you stop. You place a hand on each cheek and I can feel the heat pulsating from my arse against your palms. You bend over my back, grab my hair and pull me upright. You whisper in my ear "your arse looks spectacular, its bright red and you have been such a well behaved girl. Get on your knees for me, slut." Gratefully I kneel before you and lift my hands to your waistband. Pausing I look at you and get a nod. I smile, this makes the pain and discomfort all worthwhile. I undo your belt and fly and take a deep breath of anticipation before I pull your trousers down and free your cock. You are fully hard and I move forward to take you into my mouth. "No" you command, "not until I tell you. I want you over the table". Eager to please I stand and bend over the edge of the table. You push me forward so my thighs push hard against the table edge. You spread my legs with your feet, "now slut I am going to fuck your cunt, and I will fuck it hard. And you will enjoy it you hear?" "Yes Master" I breathe. You thrust your cock into my dripping pussy with one thrust. I am so horny that I groan as I feel your cock filling me. You fuck me hard and with each thrust I am closer to cumming. I can feel the table slide across the floor with each thrust. You know how much I am enjoying this. "I want to you beg, slut, beg me to let you cum." "Please Master, please can I come, please Master I want to cum. Please Master please..." You continue to fuck me hard and finally give me permission "you can cum slut, but I want to hear you do it." I cum and cry in pleasure "Oh Master I'm cumming, oh god it feels amazing, please Master fuck me harder... thank you Master, ah fuck, FUCK" I scream. Before my orgasm subsides, you grab me by the hair and push me back to my knees. "Hands behind your head." You push my cock in my mouth, I breathe in the smell, and I taste my cum juices on you. Grabbing my head you force your cock deep into my mouth and fuck it deeply. Unable, and unwilling, to push you away, all I can do is try to breathe during the brief moments you pull your cock out, before it is plunged back in again. I am breathless when you pull your cock away for the last time and your warm cum spurts over my face, covering my lips, cheeks, forehead, my tongue. I taste you, and as the deluge slows, I take your cock to drink the last of your cum. I am covered in your juices. I am replete. Yours, Cassandra Cassandra Walters stood at the stereo rack, aimlessly poring over her new lover's CD collection. Unbeknownst to her, her lover stood some ways behind her, admiring the way her long, muscular legs disappeared underneath the hem of one of his dress shirts. He came up behind her quietly and enveloped her in his arms. He nuzzled the back of her neck softly as he pulled her to him. Cassie simply moaned and yielded to his touch. She felt his cock swell slightly as she pressed her round, firm ass back against him. His hands wandered over the shirt fabric and he cupped her breasts in his hands. He gave them a firm squeeze and then began to flick his fingers across her nipples, which were already hardening in response to his touch. "You are such a sweet little fucktoy," he murmured into her ear. He pulled her long auburn hair back and gently brushed his soft grey beard across the tender flesh of her neck. His tongue traced long lines across her soft skin as he whispered to her, "My baby girl. My horny little slut." As the word "slut" left his mouth, he sunk his teeth into the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met. Cassie shivered at his words, and at the sensation of his teeth sinking firmly but gently into her flesh. It was precisely his uncanny ability to make her feel simultaneously sweet and wanton that had led her to surrender herself to him scarcely a month before. Wordlessly, he took her hand in his and led her towards the bedroom. As soon as they entered, Cassie saw the free-standing exercise bench positioned strategically next to the bed. She recalled with electricity how he had tied her to that very bench on their second night together, and then alternately teased, dominated, and pleasured her for several hours. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let his hands slip inside, roaming aimlessly all over her soft, young skin. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and regarded her naked form deliberately. With a knowing smile, he produced a silk blindfold from his pocket. Cassie's knees weakened slightly as she recalled vividly how he had used that blindfold so effectively on their first night together. He quickly secured it over her eyes, hooking the lower elastic above her ears and the upper elastic beneath them. Her lover slipped his hand in between Cassie's legs and began to stroke her clitoris between two fingers. He brought his mouth to her ear and whispered. "I told you when I took you that I was determined to prove to you what a slut you really are. It's time for your first lesson." Placing his hands on her hips, he walked her over to the waiting bench. He spun her around slowly and pushed her down firmly on its surface. Cassie unconsciously began to scoot upwards, remembering the position in which he'd tied her the first time. "No, no. Not this time," her lover corrected. He pulled her back down and positioned her firm ass just a few inches away from the lower edge of the bench. A few lengths of short rope was all it took to immobilize Cassie's lithe young body. Cassie noted absentmindedly that her position was decidedly less comfortable than it had been the first time he had tied her. Her hands were immobilized well above her head, and her feet were secured firmly to the topmost cross-piece at the bench's base. Her physical position led her to an involuntary association, her feet only somewhat lower and only somewhat closer together than they would be during a pelvic exam. Her lover knelt at the foot of the bench, and planted a hand firmly inside each leg at her knees. His hands wandered the length of her strong, well-toned thighs. Cassie felt a slight flicker of her lover's fingers against her pussy lips. She moaned softly as he traced his fingers upwards and brushed almost imperceptibly against her clit. Her lover spoke softly and slowly, deliberately cultivating an almost hypnotic tone in his voice. "Sweet... helpless... exposed... vulnerable. Just a warm, willing cunt, waiting to be taken and used." Sliding a finger slowly into her wetness, he began to finger-fuck her with a slow corkscrew motion. Cassie trembled as her juices flowed freely. He slowly withdrew his finger and gradually traced it upwards, barely brushing across her swollen clit. This was not the direct, constant pressure she craved, but glancing, intermittent contact that seemed to end almost before it began. Cassie whimpered in frustration. Her lover dragged his beard along the insides of her thighs, slowly moving his head upward. When he reached her hairless mound, his chin traced slow, deliberate circles across her smooth flesh. She felt his hot breath snake between her legs and across her cunt lips. Cassie wiggled, trying to thrust upwards to meet her lover's mouth. But the awkward position in which he had tied her made it impossible for her to gain leverage. "Awwwwww, you poor little bitch. You know I'm gonna make you work for it. You wanna come, slut?" His tongue flicked, just once, along the length of her clit. "Please!" Cassie begged. "I just bet you do. But first, we must see just how sweet a fucktoy you can be this afternoon." He slid his finger back into her hole, spiraling in and out, occasionally tracing firmly against the upper wall of her cunt. The doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of an unexpected visitor. Without a word, Cassie's lover sighed slightly and left the room, securely closing the door behind him. She silently cursed whomever or whatever had interrupted them. Her lover was a merciless tease on his own; the last thing they needed was some random, unwelcome distraction. She tugged a bit at her bonds, straining to get more comfortable. But her lover had been careful to tie her securely. She found herself unable to move more than a couple of inches in any direction. She lie there, helpless and frustrated, her cunt aching from her lover's persistent teasing. As seconds turned into minutes, she tried to distract herself by straining to hear what was happening on the other side of the bedroom door. Although she couldn't make out any words, she thought she heard two distinctly male voices. She imagined that one of them sounded vaguely like her lover, and he seemed to be doing most of the talking. But the conversation, whatever it was, was taking far too long for Cassie's liking. Presently, the outer room grew silent, and Cassie wondered idly if the visitor had left. After another full minute, Cassie heard the bedroom door open. "Not a word," her lover commanded. Obediently, Cassie remained silent. After a long moment, Cassie's lover spoke again. "That is my new fucktoy, Cassie. She's less experienced sexually than most young women her age, but she is a very smart girl and a very fast learner." Cassie's mouth fell agape as she realized that her lover had not been commanding her to silence. Instead, he was talking to their unexpected visitor, who was, at that very moment, standing with her lover, gazing at her naked, helpless form. Instinctively, Cassie closed her legs. "Awww... isn't that cute? She's feeling shy. The truth is, though, that Cassie likes to think of herself as a slut," her lover continued. "But as you can see, she still has a lot to learn about exactly what it means to be a genuine slut." Her lover came over to the bench and firmly pushed her knees apart. "Feast your eyes on the most perfectly smooth pussy you'll ever see. You shave it for me every day, don't you, baby girl?" Confused and disoriented, Cassie felt unsure how to respond. She felt a sudden jerk on her long auburn hair, and her lover's voice whispered directly in her ear. "Don't you, slut?" Cassie gave a quick, vigorous nod. She felt her lover's fingers probe at her wet sex. Shame and arousal mingled in her mind as he spread her inner lips, revealing her completely to the anonymous stranger's gaze. She felt every nerve in her body tingle as her lover continued his detailed verbal commentary of her exposed, naked body. "You gotta love those long, muscular legs. And those great tits. They practically beg to be sucked, and sucked hard. Behind that blindfold are the most captivating golden brown eyes you've ever seen, but you're just gonna hafta take my word for that. And just look at how wet that pussy is. I told you she was hot." Cassie found it unnerving to hear herself described so intimately yet so impersonally. Her lover continued his monologue, speaking as if she weren't even in the room. "She is so ready for it. I bet you could slide your dick into her in one thrust, if you want. But hey, do whatever you like. I promise, you're gonna love what she does with that tight, baby-smooth little cunt." Her lover's words settled heavily in Cassie's mind. She was not merely on display for this man she'd never met and couldn't see. Her lover was offering up her helpless, naked body to this nameless, faceless stranger. As if on cue, she heard the stranger unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Cassie imagined that she could almost see him nearly ripping his clothes off. Within moments, Cassie felt him approaching the bench. She was quite sure that he was naked. She imagined that he was hard. The anonymous hands probed roughly at her sex. In the course of their few weeks together, Cassie had already become accustomed to her lover's skillful, subtle touch. By comparison, the stranger's hands seemed awkward, almost clumsy. He pushed two long fingers deep into her pussy and wiggled inside her wetness. All at once, the stranger reared up and began to trace the head of his cock along her soaked slit, searching her opening. As the tip of his cock slipped inside her, she felt his hands come to rest on the bench beside her. As she tried to visualize the stranger between her legs, she realized immediately that his position would enable him to lean nearly his full weight into the impending act of penetration. She steeled herself in anticipation. All at once, Cassie felt his weight shift, and she cried out as the man between her open legs stabbed the full length of his rigid shaft into her in one long thrust. The stranger's prick was unusually long and slender, a startling contrast to her lover's thick cock. She felt her pussy stretch, trying to meet his assault. Still, every time he hit the back of her cunt, she felt a strong twinge of discomfort. Her lover spoke, as if to encourage the stranger's internal assault. "Yeah. Use that juicy, tight little cunt... make her prove to you what a nasty little whore she is." The stranger had already settled in to a steady rhythm, pistoning his length hard into her, offering her beleaguered cunt no chance to adjust gradually to his length. With each new thrust in her battered pussy, Cassie flinched. It seemed to her as if his cock was elongating as rapidly as her pussy was extending to accommodate his length. Helpless even to slow his assault, Cassie shuddered as she imagined that she knew now something of what it must feel like to be raped with a broom handle. As if to distract her, her lover dug his fingers into the ample flesh of her breasts. She felt his nose nuzzle into her hair. His warm, wet tongue flicked intermittently into her ear as he began to urge her on. "Yes, that's it. Fucking slut. You've always dreamed of anonymous cock, and now you're getting it." His voice was steady, soft, smooth. "Take it, you little cunt! Take it all!" Cassie sighed thankfully when, at last, she felt the stranger's prick bury its full length inside her. Her cunt began to mold itself pliantly to his unfamiliar shape, completely enveloping his long shaft. "What a nasty little whore, with a very serious cuntful of strange cock," her lover intoned. "Fuck him, slut... fuck him... fuck him..." Cassie felt herself entranced by her lover's hypnotic voice. Her breathing turned into sharp gasps as the man inside her moved in deep, rhythmic strokes while her lover tongue-fucked her ear. "That prick is starting to feel good to you, isn't it?" Her lover's voice was lower now, and throatier. "Yes," Cassie admitted breathlessly. "You love the feel of that smooth, hard shaft, pumping in and out of your little slut cunt." His tongue flicked again into her ear. "Yes," Cassie hissed. "Like I said before... just a warm, willing cunt, ready to be taken and used. And that's just exactly what you are, isn't it?" "Yes," she gasped as the stranger continued his onslaught. "And if I untied your legs right now, you would fuck his brains out, wouldn't you?" "Yes!" "Well, do it! Don't just take it... fuck him! Fuck him sweetly. Show him what a cock-hungry slut my new fucktoy really is." Cassie winced in pain as she pushed her legs as far apart as she could. She did her best to force herself down sharply on the invader's cock, trying to match his rhythm as he pistoned roughly inside her. As she writhed beneath him, Cassie shifted repeatedly, trying vainly to press her clit against his unfamiliar shaft. But try as she might, the angle of his penetration and the stranger's thin cock conspired to deny her the release she craved. The stranger seemed oblivious to her predicament, either too obtuse to notice or too self-absorbed to care. But her lover picked up on the signs immediately and chuckled cruelly in her ear. "Poor little bitch. Why don't you show him just how sweetly you can beg to be fucked?" Cassie's cunt milked the stranger's invading cock as she ground her hips furiously against him. Her head thrashed sharply as she cried out, "Fuck me!" "Again!" her lover commanded. "Fuck me!" Cassie screamed. "Fuck me hard!" As if to oblige her, the stranger's pace quickened sharply, and Cassie almost thought she could feel his body tense in anticipation. Her lover began to encourage the man inside her. "That's right. Pound that little cunt. Fuck it. Use it. Come in it." Cassie felt the stranger's body arch as his warm seed spurted into her. His orgasm seemed to last for several seconds, and he penetrated her with short, frantic strokes. As soon as his prick stopped spurting inside her, the man collapsed to his knees at the foot of the bench, trying to catch his breath. As his panting subsided, she heard both men snicker, then chortle, and finally break out in peals of laughter. Cassie felt her face flush hotly. Then her lover spoke, "Told ya she was one righteous little fuck!" Cassie felt the stranger rise and heard him dress. Then, as silently as he had entered, he left. She heard the front door close in the distance. "Well, well well..." her lover intoned evenly. Cassie heard an unfamiliar edge in his voice, hard and unfathomable. The sound frightened her. Cassie bit her lip and shivered, waiting. Then she heard the unmistakable snap of a camera shutter. "Something for your slut scrapbook. The first time you have a stranger's cum dripping out of your pussy." Her lover knelt near her right side. His voice sounded hard in her ear. "Fucking little slut." He came down hard on the last word. "You took a stranger's cock, and you loved it. You welcomed a stranger's cock into your cunt almost as sweetly as you welcome mine." His hand slipped deftly between her legs. "Nasty little whore with a stranger's cum dripping out of that well-fucked little hole." As he spoke, her lover pushed two fingers into her, pressing firmly against the upper wall of her tunnel, resting the heel of his hand against her clit. After the stranger's inept manipulations, her lover's deft, confident touch sent a rush of warmth throughout her entire body. He began to massage her inside, and warm semen flowed out of her. "I will tell you now that the guy you just fucked was a friend of mine. I wouldn't let him speak because I didn't want you to be able to recognize his voice. This way, as you meet my friends, you'll have to wonder each time if the guy you're making small talk with has already come inside you." As he spoke, his fingers worked expertly, alternately probing her most sensitive internal spot and circling her swollen, aching clit. Cassie moaned audibly. "You wanted to come for him." Is was a statement, not a question. Cassie hesitated. "Don't try to deny it. I was there. I saw you. You wanted to come for him, didn't you?" Cassie bit her lower lip and nodded. "Yes," she admitted tentatively. "You really are a slut." That menacing edge was back in his voice. "Clearly, we're going to have to do this again. Soon. Different friend, of course." Cassie swallowed hard. She felt him lean slowly towards her, and he brushed the back of his fingers softly against her cheek. Then he lowered his mouth to hers. His mouth devoured hers with intensity and urgency as his tongue filled her mouth. As the kiss lengthened, Cassie felt a warm sense of reassurance wash through her. When at last he broke their kiss, her lover reached up and gently peeled away the blindfold. Cassie squinted hard at the sudden flood of afternoon light. As her eyes grew accustomed to the brightness, Cassie searched her lover's expressive face. His small smirk bore an unmistakable hint of cruelty, and and equally undeniable hint of smug satisfaction. His eyes danced with hers as his fingers continued to probe her depths. When her lover stood, she saw that he was naked. His hard cock jutted sharply away from his body and bobbed slightly as he made his way to the foot of the bench. He tugged at the knots that secured her legs, freeing them from their long immobility. Cassie sighed audibly as her feet dropped to the floor. Her lover's firm hands grasped her hips and pushed her halfway up the length of the bench. Then he knelt between her legs. Cassie felt his cockhead slick up against her dripping slit. He began to push into her, slowly but determinedly. His penetration into her cum-slick wetness was was achingly slow, but utterly effortless. His gradual, determined penetration was a stark and welcome contrast to the way the stranger had so quickly impaled her. Cassie felt her pussy open easily to accommodate her lover's thick cock. There was something fundamentally different and simultaneously more satisfying about the way his girth stretched her. When he filled her completely, he took a sharp, slow, deep breath and remained motionless inside her, allowing Cassie to revel in the sensation of being stretched for a second time. "Fucking little cunt. You didn't care who was fucking you. Just a warm, willing cunt, ready to be taken and used." He ground his hips hard against her. "You still wanna come, don't you, slut?" Cassie's only reply was a plaintive whimper. He cocked his hips slightly, so that the base of his dick pressed firmly against her straining clit. "Do it, cunt. Ride that cock." Her legs were still stiff and achy, but she didn't care. Desperate to feel the pleasure so long denied her, Cassie planted her feet firmly on the floor and pressed upward hungrily. Her long, strong legs flexed hard as she began to grind her clit firmly against the base of her lover's fat dick. "That's it, you fucking slut... show me... show me how much you wanted to come for him. Come for me like you wanted to come for him." As Cassie settled into a steady rhythm, her lover began to grind his hips against her. "That's it... come, you little slut... come... come... come." Cassie's threw her head back and closed her eyes. She moaned in anticipation of the pleasure that was now only seconds away. Her lover's voice was firm and demanding. "Look at me... look at me while you come." Cassie's golden brown eyes locked with her lover's fiery stare. She sensed that he was literally trying to will her to come with his gaze. She actively fought the urge to close her eyes. Cassie's eyes widened as a scream escaped her throat. Her whole body spasmed as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, and her cunt twitched uncontrollably around her lover's shaft. Yours, Cassandra "That's it, baby... yes... come... come... come..." he chanted as she came. Cassie's eyes closed and her chin trembled. Several aftershocks of warm pleasure shivered through her. After a moment, her lover leaned forward and quickly unknotted the ropes that bound her wrists. Then he scooped her up in his arms, turned, and plopped her on his bed. He immediately climbed between her open legs, reaching down to pull her knees towards her chest. Hooking his arms under her knees, he brought her legs up and over his shoulders. He entered her swiftly and effortlessly. The two lovers stared intently into each others' eyes as he thrust into her with long, determined strokes. "You *are* a slut, Cassie. Today, you had your first taste of what it is to have your nastiest, sluttiest fantasies come true. You took cock from a total stranger, and you loved it. You took a stranger's seed..." He paused, as if for emphasis, "...and you loved it." "Yes. I loved it," Cassie affirmed in a whisper. His body shuddered as his climax approached, but his movement inside her remained slow and deliberate. She rocked her hips upward slowly, lovingly. "You have so much to learn, little slut. And I am determined to teach it to you. I will not rest until you are the sweetest, nastiest, most perfect slut any man could possibly want." Cassie's pussy contracted around his thick, hard shaft in appreciation. She looked into her lover's eyes longingly, trying, as he had, to will him to come inside her. "Because you are *my* dirty little whore... my sweet little fucktoy... my baby girl." He punctuated each use of the possessive with a hard thrust into her. "You're mine to fuck. Mine to use. Mine to share. You are a fucking little slut, Cassie... but you are *my* fucking little slut." With one last sharp thrust into her depths, her lover suddenly froze, motionless inside her. As she felt a flood of his warm seed empty into her, Cassie stared directly into her lover's gaze and whispered intently, "Yours." Yours Ch. 01 He told me the plan was for the week of St. Patrick's Day. He would drive here, we would spend a day in Iowa and then we would drive the 16 hours to the hotel suite in Baltimore. We figured we would break the trip up into 2 days, I promised him a lot of road head for the trip as well. I confided all of this to a friend and she agreed to take the kids. He was coming on Monday evening and as time neared, the intensity of the butterflies in my stomach grew. I woke up early Monday morning, showered and shaved as usual. He had sent his favorite almond oil shave cream the week before and I took extra special care and time shaving, especially making sure that my pussy was as soft and bare as could be. I curled my burgundy locks and piled them loosely on top of my head, letting a few tendrils drift down and frame my face. I generously slathered on my blackberry-scented lotion that makes my skin sparkle like diamonds and added a bit of extra glitter to my cleavage. It took my 45 minutes to get my makeup just right and I spent another half hour painting my nails. I threw on my fluffy terrycloth robe to go start the meal for the evening and get the house ready for his arrival. I placed spice-scented candles all over the house, making sure to put a lot of them in the bedroom. I put new blue silk sheets on the bed, put almond oil to warm on the bedside table and stuck the bottle of Cristal that he had sent ahead in the ice bucket in the corner of the room. I had asked him to call when he was about an hour away so that I had enough time to put the finishing touches on the evening. Delicious erotic thoughts of the week ahead were running through my head when the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi baby, how is your day?" His deep voice sent a shock right through me. "It's been crazy here, how about yours?" "I have a headache that is distorting my vision and I am in desperate need of a full body massage and your sweet kisses." "Come home baby, I'll take care of it all and make sure your stress melts away." "MMM MMM MMM, baby, I'll see you soon." After we hung up, I went into my bedroom and put on my blue lace bra and matching thong, my zip front blue sweater and matching skirt. I strapped on silver heels and spritzed my Mistique perfume on my neck and behind my knees. I lit each candle with shaking hands and turned the George Winston cd on low. Hurrying to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and applied my mocha-flavored lip-gloss. A deep breath kept me from being sick with nerves and I entered the living room in time to see his blue Corvette pull into the driveway. My palms were sweaty, my knees were weak, my heart was pounding so hard that I just knew it had to show through my sweater. This was it, there was no turning back now. I watched him climb out of the Vette and he took my breath away. I have been waiting for this moment. I hear the back door open and the "mmm" resonate from his throat. The smells of my homemade Teryiaki Stirfry, Egg Drop Soup, Egg Rolls and Crab Rangoon assault his nostrils. "Baby? Where are you?" I carefully walk into the kitchen on shaky legs and he pulls me into his arms, crushing his lips against mine in the most incredible mind-blowing kiss I have ever had. I thought for sure I would melt right then and there on the kitchen floor. His fingers pulled gently on the zipper of my sweater to just reveal the tops of my breasts. My skin sparkled in the candlelight and his eyes glowed with lust and desire. He bent his head down and began to lick and nip at my neck and I had to cling to his shoulders to hold myself upright. He carries me to the table and lays me down, forcing my skirt up and smiling at seeing more of his favorite color barely covering my pussy. He leans over and takes the front of my thong in his teeth and pulls them down over my thighs. Anticipation is rocketing through me and I try hard to catch my breath as he plunges deep inside me in one fell swoop. What a way to say hello. He brought me to so many heights of pleasure and so many orgasms that I couldn't see straight. It felt so good to be in his arms after so long of dreaming about it. "Wow," it was all could say breathlessly. "That's just a taste of what's to come baby," he replied to me in that deep, sexy voice of his. "But I am going to go get my stuff from the Vette and be back in after a smoke." I would have joined him in a heartbeat, but I had other plans, so I hurried to the bedroom to surprise him. Wanton black now replacing the satiny blue, I double-check my reflection and wander back up the hall. Silently I waited in the living room. My black lace teddy had open bra cups and crotchless panties. My black silk thigh highs end in black patent leather pumps and his favorite diamond studded collar was fastened around my neck. I could see the fire in his eyes as he strode into the living room and saw me on my knees in the outfit he had described he would love, just waiting to be dominated by him. His sly grin lit up his face as he dropped his silk pants and moved toward me. I was salivating at his approach and he was already hard as a rock and throbbing. Reflexively, my mouth opened and he took another step closer, tickling my lips with the tip of his cock. My eyes briefly closed at the intoxicating scent of him. My big, brown eyes looked up and danced with desire when I saw the expression on his face. He is incredulous at the thought of coming in to find me on my knees ready to submit to his every whim. Without making a sound, I move forward a bit on my knees and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and applying just the right amount of pressure to the underside of it. His right hand grabbed the back of my head and his fingers wound through my silky hair and pulled me further toward him. Easily, his throbbing member slid deeper into my mouth and I could hear his sharp intake of breath. My ministrations make him moan and I glanced up to see his eyes rolling back into his head. My pleasure only intensifies knowing that he is enjoying this surprise. I slide my head back and let his thick cock slip from my mouth and my hands slide up to his hips and firmly press him into the chair. With a wicked glint in my expressive eyes, I crawl toward him and position myself in between his spread legs. I smile at him before lowering my lips to his delicious cock and slide him just about half way into my wanton mouth. His hips thrust up toward my mouth as he tries desperately to get me to take more of him into my mouth and throat. But my lips are strong and I hold him at bay for now. Slowly and tantalizingly, my tongue traces the throbbing veins in his cock and his moans intensify with each lick. Again, he tries to force himself into my mouth, but this time his hand forces my head lower and soon his balls are resting on my chin. I slide my mouth off his cock and lean in lower to begin licking his full balls. I roll them around on my tongue and suck each one into my mouth as my fingernails graze the tender flesh on the underside of them. Slowly, I slide a finger back toward his ass and hear him gasp. I smile to myself with his balls still in my mouth and ease the tip of my finger into his tight ass. His hips raise up off the chair and I probe a bit deeper. And then in one fell swoop I devour the length of his cock once more. Sliding my mouth and tongue up and down the length of his long shaft and working my finger in and out of his ass, I hear him moaning and watch him slowly licking his lips. My left hand moves up to undo his tie and begins to unbutton his shirt. When the last button exposes his chest, I curl my fingers in his chest hair and begin to play with his hard nipples, first the left and then the right. I run my fingernails over them pull at them and pinch them, all the while my mouth is sucking him ferociously and the middle finger of my right hand is still working his ass. He looks down at me and slides the end of his tie into the ring on my collar and makes the perfect knot. He tugs slightly at it to test its strength and grin wickedly at me. "Stop now, and feed me," he demands. I try to rise to my feet and he pushes me back down. "Crawl," he tells me, and willingly, I obey. He leads me into the kitchen by my leash and orders me to stand and fix his plate. I carry it back into the living room and he demands that I sit at his feet and feed him. What pleasure this brings me, so again, I obey. After his egg drop soup, he leans in for a tender kiss, our tongues dueling in each other's mouths. "Excellent," he says. His deep voice, filled with such passion in a simple word sends electrical currents straight to my cunt. I am instantly wet and whimpering. "Patience slut," he tells me. And I know that if I am good and patient that I will be rewarded and nothing pleases me more. I continue to feed him, rice and stirfry, egg rolls and crab rangoon...and I offer him Saki to complement the meal. I feed him until he is full and leans back into his chair. This is my cue to begin sucking him again. I am thrilled to have the pleasure of his cock in my mouth. He turns on the Playboy Channel and begins to relax even more. "Night Calls" is on and it amuses me to watch it with him. He pulls on my leash and guides me into his lap. Enthusiastically I crawl up his legs, making sure my nipples graze his hard cock and stomach before settling in comfortably on his lap. My arms wrap around his neck and we spend at least an hour just kissing and letting our hands roam each other's bodies while the tv is on and he still has a tight hold on my leash. His lips are soft and his tongue has an expert quality to it. His kisses alone bring me close to cumming. And without my knowledge, his hands are soon on my tits, squeezing and rolling my nipples between his soft fingers. I moan deep into his mouth and he chuckles slightly in that deep, throaty chuckle that turns me on so much. I shiver with excitement. "How about that massage you promised me," he asks between kisses. "I have the almond oil heating next to the bed sweetheart, whenever you're ready," I reply huskily. "Down on all fours," he demands. I obey immediately and he tugs on my leash and leads me to the bedroom where I have already lit candles, there's soft music playing and a bottle of Cristal chilling by the bed. The tan microfiber comforter is turned down to reveal new, blue satin sheets. I see a grin spread across his face and cannot help but smile to myself knowing how pleased he is. He unhooks my leash and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close for another long, passionate kiss. I know that I do not have to obey him any longer, and I am looking forward to the massage. I know that he thoroughly enjoys reciprocation so I will get one too. Very gently, I push his shoulders toward the bed and he lowers himself to a seating position and again pulls me close. I can feel his breath on my nipples as his tongue snakes out to tease each one. "Baby, if you don't stop that, you won't be getting your massage," I whisper breathlessly. He pulls away with my left nipple still between his teeth and groan as he lies on his stomach. Part of the groan is from pulling away and the other part is from being so rock hard that it is almost too painful for him to lie face down. I grab the bottle of heated almond oil from the warmer beside the bed and seat myself at his feet. I pour an ample amount of oil into the palm of my hand and rub my hands together and start at his toes. My expert fingers work his toes and balls of his feet before sliding to his arches and heels. "Is the pressure okay baby, do you need more or less," I ask. "Mmm Mmm Mmm baby, it's fantastic!" I grin again, he knows that when he says "Mmm" and my nipples harden and I feel that jolt of electricity that only he can deliver straight to my core. I pour more oil into my hands and begin work on his ankles and calves. Ahh, those calves, I spend a lot of time on them because they are so sexy and I can feel the stress in them. He is so tense, I am so very glad I can help him out by giving him one of my famous massages. More oil and my hands are moving past the backs of his knees and to his thighs. I hear him moan and it's music to my ears. I smile and continue on. I knead and work his tight ass. He wiggles a bit on the bed, but a smack on his right cheek makes him stop. He knows I mean business when I begin spanking him, and I know he loves it but he wants the massage and if he turns around now, I won't finish. My hands firmly massage his hips and lower back. I cannot believe how incredibly tense he is, work has been stressful. I feel the knots in his back and my thumbs go to work on rubbing them out. His skin is soaking up the oil as fast as I can put it in my palms so I just pool some on his back and my hands slide through it and up over his broad shoulders. I work up and down his spine and pay special attention to his shoulder blades, working out the knots and listening to his moans of pleasure. My soft fingers assault his neck before trailing down his strong arms and grabbing his right wrist to flip him over onto his back. For a moment that seemed frozen in time, our gazes lock and softly, our lips touch. Usually when I give my massages, I like to straddle my subject, but the sexual tension building between us made it clear to me that I needed to stay focused. Still at his side, I work his shoulders and arms from the front. His eyes are closed, for which I am thankful because I could get lost in them just looking at him. I pay extra special attention to his wrists and the palms of his hands. It never ceases to amaze me how sensitive and erotic these areas can be on some people and he is no exception. Almost unconsciously, he licks his lips and it makes me smile. His eyes are still closed as I drizzle the warm oil over his muscular chest and stomach. I caress and knead every delicious looking inch of bronzed flesh. My hands move to his hips and pelvis, making sure not to even graze his steely rod as it throbs with want and desire. I want to finish his massage and then turn my attentions to his desires. He spreads his legs, I watch the muscles ripple in his thighs and my sharp intake of breath makes him open his eyes and ask if I am okay. I just smile softly and nod my head, once again lost in the depths of his smoldering eyes. I turn my attentions back to the work at hand and begin working his right thigh. I am longing for his touch so immensely that I feel as if my fingertips are on fire with every bit of contact with his skin. I move down to his calf and then repeat on his left leg. When I reach his left ankle, I begin to slowly slide up his body, stopping right between his legs and sucking his balls deep into my mouth. I hear his gasp of surprise turn into a deep moan of pleasure and again I know that I have pleased him. My fingers, still slick from the oil, trace imaginary mazes across his pelvic bone and around the base of his cock. Slowly and carefully I slide the fingers of my right hand to the sensitive skin under his balls and then ease them back toward his ass. My left hand wraps firmly around his hard-on and slides easily up and down while I continue to suck his balls and ease a finger into his ass once more. I feel his weight shift and glance up to see that he has propped himself up on his elbows to watch me and our gazes lock, the desire in our eyes dancing like flames. "You definitely know what I like," he tells me. "I know baby, just relax and let me take care of you the way only I can," I reply with a wink. He lowers himself back down on the bed, his glistening and rippling chest muscles glowing in the candlelight. I wonder to myself "how did I get so damn lucky?" A final long suck on his balls and I push my finger deeper into his ass. My tongue moves to the base of his shaft and I begin to swirl it up the length of him. His scent is intoxicating and my wet pussy reacts immediately. I can feel my wetness trickling out of me and I can't wait to have his big dick inside of me. But, I will wait, because right now is not about me, it's about him and what will pleasure him the most. With that thought in my mind, I wrap my full, soft, pouty lips around the head of his rock hard penis and begin to lick my way down. His hips thrust upward and this time I don't resist him, I want him to fuck my mouth. I want to feel him deep in my throat. I reach up and tug on his left nipple and he begins thrusting fiercely into my mouth. Over and over he spears my throat and I can feel him shiver with the excitement of being allowed to do this and also having my finger in his ass. I suck him hard, as if my life depended on it and feel his balls begin to tighten. I know his orgasm is imminent and knowing how long it's been since he has cum from having his cock sucked, I suck him harder and faster. With a guttural growl, his hips jerk and his massive cock explodes deep in my throat, spurting rope after rope of his hot, sticky cum in my mouth. I swallow fast and continue to suck him off but he cums so intensely that his seed is dribbling out of the corners of my mouth and onto my voluptuous breasts. He grabs my hair and pulls me toward him. With a "wow" and a low whistle, he crushes his mouth to mine. His tongue slides deep into my mouth and he tastes himself on my lips. I feel his strong hands grasp my hips and position me on top of him, seating me across his stomach. His fingers roam my back, hips and buttocks. Each touch is sending electric currents right through me. I shiver and kiss him deeper, and then he pulls back and flips me over onto my back. "My turn," he announces. Yours Ch. 02 The flip onto my back surprised me but not as much as what he did next. With both hands, he grasped each opening around my breasts in his large hands and ripped my outfit from my body. I gasped in surprise as a chill of excitement ran through me. His eyes just sparkled with pure delight. He reached behind my back and unclasped the collar and tossed it to the floor. Slowly, with his eyes locked on mine, he lowered his lips to my neck. Softly he began to kiss my neck and then his tongue flicked out to taste my flesh as goosebumps exploded all over my body. My eyes closed and I moaned in pleasure. His hands slid down my sides to my thighs as he began easing my stockings down my legs. His lips and tongue left my neck as he moved to remove my heels and stockings. The remaining shreds of my outfit were pulled from under me and tossed aside to join the rest of my ensemble on the floor. For a moment that seemed like a lifetime, he just looked over every inch of my creamy skin glowing in the candlelight. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, the fingers of his right hand shushed me. So, instead of speaking, I took his index and middle fingers into my mouth. He allowed me to suck them in deeply before trailing them down my chin to my neck and through the valley of my cleavage. His left hand came up to cup my right breast as his right hand closed over my left one. All the while our eyes were locked and our breathing was as one. His fingers circled my nipples and I was a bit taken aback when he pulled on them. His touch was feathery soft at first, but soon became increasingly more urgent. He was rolling my hard nipples between his fingers and I wanted to beg him to suck them, but the magic of the moment would have been ruined. He was straddling my hips, his large cock resting against my stomach, and I just wanted so badly for him to move down far enough to enter my waiting pussy. "Please" I begged breathlessly. "Please what baby?" he asked with a wicked grin. "Please just fuck me," I replied. "Mmmm, nope! Not yet baby." With that, he grabbed the warm almond oil and began to drizzle it over my tits and onto my stomach. His hands began to spread the oil over my chest, stomach, shoulders and arms. His strong fingers started massaging every inch of me from the waist up. Lordy, I felt as if I had died and gone to Heaven. His strong fingers worked my shoulders and neck before moving down my arms. I was noticing muscle groups that I had never even known existed. I was feeling very relaxed and then his expert hands moved to my breasts again. There was enough electricity shooting through my body to supply all the lights in Vegas. Almost unconsciously, my eyes fluttered and closed again and a low moan escaped my lips as he massaged my already hard nipples. I opened my eyes to see him watching me with an amused smile on his lips and instead of speaking, I just ran my tongue slowly over my lips and winked at him. He continued the massage down my stomach and thighs, past my knees to my calves and feet and then he flipped me over and began working his way back up my body. His hands splayed across my shoulder blades and his thumbs worked the knots close to my spine. While he was working his magic on my shoulder blades, he was straddling my thighs and I could feel his hardening manhood pressing against my ass. My pussy was dripping with unbridled anticipation. I tried raising my hips and pushing back toward him but all I got was a playful smack across my ass and "Naughty little girl, just for that, you'll have to wait longer!" "Doug, please, don't make me wait!" "Oh you're waiting, for as long as I decide, and I know you love to be teased." He leaned forward and placed a few kisses and nibbles on the back of my neck before rolling me over onto my back once again. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of Cristal, opened it and poured 2 glasses. I raised my glass to his in a toast. "To us, it's about damn time we met!" I said. We drained our glasses and he filled them again. But this time, he took my glass from me and quickly had my hands cuffed to the bed. He worked so quickly, I barely had time to blink and process what had just happened. Just as it was registering, my ankles were tied to each corner of the bed and he slid a soft blindfold over my eyes. I start to protest, but his lips crush mine and as he pulled away, he whispered, "Don't worry baby, and don't ask questions." I felt a cold liquid being drizzled over my breasts and down my stomach. I shivered as I felt his warm lips and tongue follow the path the champagne had just made. His lips trailed lower and I heard him deeply inhale my scent as his face was positioned between my legs. The tip of his tongue touched my clit and it shot fireworks right through me. I moaned, thinking I surely knew what was coming next. But again, I was wrong. I felt the chilled champagne running over my clit, between my lips as he spread them with the fingers of one hand and pooling in the crack of my ass before dripping onto the bed. And just like before, he lapped up the liquid, making my whole body quiver at his touch. I tried raising my hips to meet his tongue, but he gently pressed me back down to the bed. I heard him open the drawer next to the bed and felt pain and pleasure as he tightened clamps around my nipples. He gave the chain between them a slight tug and then leaned over to lick each nipple. His hands moved down to grasp my hips and then I felt a lubed finger slide across my ass. As his fingers slid back again, I felt him begin to insert anal beads and I felt his warm breath against my wet pussy. With the insertion of each bead, his tongue flicked my hard clit. He was driving me insane and he knew it! "Please baby, stop torturing me and fuck me now," I begged him. My answer was his tongue driving right into the center of my being as the last bead was gently inserted inside of me. I couldn't hold back any longer and began to flood his face with my juices. He was relentless though and continued spearing me with his tongue. His thumb moved over my clit and brought about another incredible orgasm. He slowly licked and kissed his way up to my neck and I could feel his steely hardness pressing against me. I wanted him so bad, I could hardly contain my breathing. As he sucked and nibbled at my neck, I felt the head of his magnificent cock slide from my ass to my clit and as he plunged himself deep into me, his lips crushed against my lips and his tongue danced with mine. His expert cock wrapped in my velvety wetness seemed to be the perfect fit as he brought me to heights I had never been to before. He reached back and untied my ankles and lifted my legs up over his shoulders while he continued to fuck me deeply. The blindfold and nipple clamps were removed and our eyes locked again as he uncuffed my wrists. He pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my hands and knees and reentered me from behind. I immediately began to cum and he continued pounding into me but slowly started to pull the beads out. Each time my pussy clenched his cock and spasmed around it, he slowly removed another bead until the last one was out. His tempo slowed and I tried to catch my breath. I had never felt so much pleasure before and as he pulled himself from me, I was a little disappointed that it was over. Again, I was wrong, I gasped loudly as he gently eased his cock into my ass. The tempo increased slightly as he continued to inch his length all the way into my virgin ass. His left hand reached under me and he began pinching and pulling my nipples as the fingers of his right hand worked their way inside my dripping pussy matching the slow, smooth rhythm of his cock. Soon I was cumming again, over and over, and screaming his name as the pressure of his cock became more insistent. The invasion of my most private area brought both pain and pleasure, but soon the pain diminished as the pleasure increased. I could feel his balls lightly slapping against the edge of my pussy. I felt him start to cum and our bodies shook together, his hands in control and possession of my hips until he gently pulled out and rolled over onto his back, pulling me into his embrace. Our labored breathing began to slow as we held each other and kissed slowly and passionately. I felt my eyes getting heavy and looked up into Doug's eyes as he stifled a yawn. "I'm going to blow out the candles so we can sleep," I whispered softly. "Mmm, good idea baby." After all the candles were blown out, I crawled back into bed and softly kissed his lips before turning over onto my side to welcome sleep. I felt his arms go around me as he spooned me and held me close. These are the things dreams are made of. Morning dawned and I woke early, just to watch him sleep...what a crazy sleeper he is. He tosses and turns more than anyone I've ever known, but he slept with a smile on his face. I could only hope that meant he was happy being there with me. I knew that we had quite the day ahead of us...we were planning to drive to Baltimore. I wanted to shower and make him breakfast in bed, but first things first, that morning woody was calling my name. I pulled back what covers remained on him and lowered my lips to his hard cock. I took most of him into my mouth and heard him moan slightly, I am sure he was between that half dreaming and half awake state. I kept stroking him with my lips and tongue, enjoying the fact that he was still asleep and I had complete freedom with his body. I moved my mouth to his balls and began sucking them deep into my mouth and glanced up at a slight movement from him to find him watching me, his grin spreading from one side of his face to the other. Oh how I love that smile. "What a great fucking way to wake up," he said. "Morning baby, are you hungry?" "Only for you right now, please don't stop." I lowered my head again and his cock slid back over my lips, I was hungrily devouring him and his moans were spurring me on. My tongue slid over the head of his cock and down the underside of his shaft, tracing every vein slowly and deliberately. Now, I know he can take a lot of teasing and foreplay, but for some reason, he wasn't willing to be teased this morning. He grabbed me roughly and pulled me to him for an incredible kiss before positioning me over his throbbing rod. He pushed my hips down toward his and slid easily inside my wanton pussy. We made love this time, it was slow and passionate and amazing. When we finally parted, we each reached for a cigarette and smoked in silence for a while. Then I told him that I would make him breakfast after we showered and we could be on our way. Naked, we made our way to the bathroom, unable to keep our hands off each other and I started a hot shower. I couldn't wait to soap him up from head to toe, yet another fantasy of mine. Just to be able to take my time running my hands all over his gorgeous body was making me wet all over again. We took our time, washing each other, shaving each other...he was so gentle and our eyes barely broke contact. That is until he was washing my back and bent me over and took me from behind again. Fireworks, I tell ya...that's all I can say, fireworks. He brought me to multiple orgasms once again and then the water started to turn a bit icy. We got out of the shower and toweled off and with just the towel wrapped around me, I made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast. He took his time getting ready and then packed the Vette for our trip. I had packed fairly light, knowing that I would remain unclothed for the most part. I made eggs, sausage and toast, and of course, espresso and we ate side by side on the couch, not talking, just enjoying each other's company. I couldn't believe it, but he offered to clean up the kitchen while I went to get ready. His one request was that I wear a skirt without panties for our drive. As if I wouldn't do anything he asked, of course I was going to dress the way he wanted! I combed out my dark burgundy locks and put in my contacts. I applied my makeup and slathered my soft skin in my Blackberry Frost lotion. A small hint of perfume adorned my wrists and neck and I was set to get dressed. I chose my short black skirt and my low cut blue shirt, knowing that blue is his favorite color. I fastened the buckles on my wrap around black heels and put on my jewelry. I was ready and for some reason a bit breathless. I don't know why, at this stage, I would be nervous, but I was. I took a deep breath and emerged from the bedroom. He was waiting in the living room and his sharp intake of breath let me know that he approved. I was beaming and the nerves started to disappear. I grabbed my purse, put on my sunglasses and locked the house as we left. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I had waited for this day for so long...The last 24 hours had seemed like a dream, but seeing him open the car door and actually climbing into his Corvette hit me with a dose of reality and I felt like a silly schoolgirl on her first date. We had a 16-hour drive ahead of us as we had decided to go ahead and drive straight through. The top was down and the day was gorgeous, picture perfect and I was finally in Doug's presence, a place I had only dreamed of being. The first hour of our drive, we talked and sang a little and laughed a lot. Then we spotted a Starbucks and of course, we had to stop. He turned me on to Starbucks and I am hooked. Kind of like how hooked I am on him, everything about him is addicting. I don't think there's a drug out there that is more addicting. Being around him just made me glow and brought out so much joy and happiness, it was unreal. So, we ordered our coffees and kept driving. Now, I had heard that men enjoy blowjobs when the woman has had something hot or cold to drink, so I thought I would see if this was true. I ran my fingernails over his thigh and smiled. He quickly caught on and unzipped to free himself for me. He was semi-hard but I knew how to change that and I took a big drink of my steaming hot coffee and lowered my head to his lap. I took the head of his perfect cock into my hot mouth and got an instant reaction. I have never seen a cock react so quickly, but he was fully hard and throbbing...all 9" of him. I took my time licking and kissing and teasing him, willing him to keep the car on the road. He lifted his hips slightly so I could pull his shorts down to his knees to give me free reign to play with his balls while I teased his cock with my tongue. I gently squeezed his balls in my hand and then stopped long enough to take another drink of my coffee before returning to the task at hand. Then I took him fully into my mouth and began sucking him like the pro that I am. His moans were guttural, almost animalistic and that pleased me to know I was pleasing him. I sucked him harder and faster, my tongue working magic on his rock hard shaft. I worked on bringing him so close to cumming, and then I pulled away, licked my lips, smiled sweetly at him and moved back into my seat. "What are you doing to me?" he asked. "Just making you wait a while baby, don't worry, you'll get more as the trip progresses." He groaned and put his hand on my thigh. "You're such a tease." "Yeah and you love it," I replied. "Oh I am not denying that fact at all, am I?" he retorted as he pulled his shorts back into place before returning his hand to my thigh. I slid down a bit in my seat and the movement pulled my skirt up a bit higher. His fingers trailed along the inside of my left thigh, reaching higher until he was touching my bald pussy. His fingers moved to my wet opening and he slid two fingers inside of me. I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his touch. He pulled his fingers from me and slid them up over my clit and then his touch was gone. I opened my eyes to see him putting his fingers to his lips. He licked them and then put them to my lips and I opened my mouth to welcome them in. This was excitingly erotic for both of us and I wasn't sure if we were going to be able to drive the whole 16 hours without stopping off a few times to fuck. I pulled his hand away from my mouth and guided him back to my pussy and begged him with my eyes to continue what he had started. He didn't waste any time before his fingers plunged inside of me once again and his thumb circled my clit. I inhaled sharply, his touch was more insistent and I was on the verge of letting go, and then he stopped. I glanced over at him and a wicked grin was playing at his lips, I knew he was just getting me back for doing the same to him. "I swear Douglas, that was so cruel of you!" "Paybacks are a bitch aren't they baby?" So, for the next couple of hours we settled back into conversation and just held hands as we drove. What a nice feeling, I missed holding hands, there's just something so intimate about it to me. It was going on 1pm and his stomach growled, I grinned. "Hungry baby?" I asked. "I am fucking starving, aren't you? Oh wait, you rarely eat right? Not this trip, you're eating!" He pulled off at the next exit and we found a Panera to eat at. We took our time eating and I made sure to run my foot up and down his calf many times as we ate. He'd just smile and wink at me. I couldn't help but touch some part of him at all times; he has this magnetic pull that I can't fight. We left the restaurant and climbed back into the Vette to be on our way. It was that time of day where I start to get really tired being in the car, so I laid my head back and rested my hand over his cock...and I closed my eyes. I was dreaming that he was stroking my bare thigh and it was giving me chills. I could feel his fingers climbing higher up the inside of my thigh in my dream and I was moaning and begging him not to stop. His fingers went higher and were soon stroking my lips and clit and then I was shocked awake as I felt him inside me. "I thought I was dreaming," I stammered. "You talk in your sleep," he said with a wink and a smile. Again, he brought me just to the brink of ecstasy before pulling his hand away and concentrating on his driving again. It was starting to get a little dark, how long had I slept? I looked at my watch and realized that I had slept a few hours and we were more than half way to our final destination. I sat up in the seat and leaned over to kiss him on the neck and I couldn't resist running my tongue down to his collarbone and back up to his ear. "I need caffeine," I whispered. "You got it baby, I was thinking the same thing." We pulled into a rest area and I made a beeline to the pop machine. I bought him a Diet Coke and myself a Diet Mt Dew and then went over to the snack machine and got him a bag of Flips. I told him one night that I would love to eat them off of him; unfortunately, it's a bit hard to do while he's driving so I just got them for him to snack on. I tossed them to him as he walked toward me, and he laughed that deep, throaty, sexy laugh that I have come to adore. I had a habit of teasing him about the way he eats too...so it was a toss-up between the Flips and Mini Ritz Bitz with cheese. We got back in the car and pulled away, knowing we may stop again in the next couple of hours for food. It was a gorgeous night, the stars were out in full force, sparkling and winking at us. He turned up the music and we continued our talking and singing, his fingers woven through mine. I still felt like I was dreaming, that this whole fantasy would come to an abrupt end. The smile on my face wouldn't go away and I was thoroughly enjoying his company. I kept glancing at his profile and thinking 'how did I get so damn lucky?' A few times he caught me staring at him and smiled and asked "What?" I just shook my head and said, "Nothing, I just enjoy looking at you". Yours Ch. 02 Characters are over 18, and fictional. This is the second chapter of "Yours", and shouldn't be read alone. Thanks again for all the support I received on my previous story. All comments, both complimentary and critical, are greatly appreciated. * There was a soft knock at the door. I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt panicked. I didn't know what to say to her. I turned on my lamp, jumping back in pain and surprise as the light burned into my eyes. I covered them with my arm and lay back in bed. There was another knock, a little louder. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I couldn't let her leave. I waited a few seconds, before saying; "Yeah?" Jessica entered almost shyly, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a grey t-shirt that fell just past her waist, barely covering her pink panties. She wasn't wearing a bra. It was weird how good she looked in just this, so casual, so...domestic, but still so erotic. "Sorry I'm late." she said, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear. "Uh...late?" I asked. "Yeah...I normally come over at, like, midnight...and I tried, but Rose kept wanting to talk about...just...stupid stuff..." She trailed off, even more nervous. She wasn't looking at me. I closed my eyes and rubbed them with my finger and thumb. I'd just woken up and it was hard to focus, and my eyes were still stinging. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about tonight. I was completely off guard, and the silence was stretching. I had to say something to her. "Come here, Jessica." I said. Her mouth twitched up in a little half-smile, and she reached down to pull up her top. "No, no." I said, "Leave it on." I didn't need any more distraction. She paused for a second before dropping her arms. She walked quickly across the room, kneeling at her usual spot beside my bed. She glanced at my crotch briefly before meeting my eye. She seemed excited now. It felt like she was waiting to be told to do something, waiting for an instruction. "Don't...don't undress until I tell you to, in future. Ok?" I said. She nodded uncertainly. Why had I said it like a question? Impulsively I reached out and pushed her hair back, sliding my fingers back across her head, before bringing my hand down to lightly cup her chin. She was staring at me with wide eyes. She seemed unsure of what to do or say, which was exactly how I felt too. I brought my hand back to my side and sat up more in bed, moving around under the covers to get comfortable. I looked away from her again, staring straight ahead. I needed to focus, to get my thoughts in order. I needed to know what she was thinking. "I didn't see you last Friday." I said. "Oh, yeah...on Thursday after we...um...I couldn't get out of bed." she said. I glanced at her, and she was smiling. "Oh?" I said. "Yeah, I...I hurt so bad I could barely walk to the bathroom." she said, "I told my parents I was sick so I didn't have to try and get around school all day." She seemed to enjoy telling me this. I could hear a hint of pride in her voice. "And Saturday?" I asked. She shook her head and her smile grew. "I still couldn't move properly...It...it feels better now though." she said, wiggling her hips. I turned away from her again and closed my eyes. Regardless of how I felt about her normally, in the daylight hours, this was what I knew I wanted from her. Hearing her almost whisper to me that her pussy hurt so bad from my cock that she couldn't walk, her soft voice tinged with lust and admiration. It felt so deeply satisfying, so indescribably good. I enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds before turning back to her. "Why didn't you tell them the truth?" I asked. "Didn't you want them to know...that I fucked you so hard you couldn't walk straight?" She smiled and looked away. I could almost feel the growing excitement in her breathing, in her voice. "I...I didn't, I mean I don't...know if I'm allowed to?" she said, turning to face me again. She knew I wasn't serious, but the tone in her voice was clear. She was trying to ask about us, about our relationship. "Good." I said. She smiled wider, but still had an air of expectancy. "You're not allowed to tell anyone about this, do you understand?" I said. She nodded. "If anyone finds out about what the two of us have been doing...it stops." I said. Her face fell, and she nodded more slowly. "I won't tell anyone...I promise." she said. I wasn't sure why my first instinct was to keep it a secret. I guess my feelings towards Jessica were complicated enough without throwing them into the public forum. Plus I didn't think Rose would exactly approve. But it seemed like she still had some questions. She looked disappointed, but it still seemed like she was waiting for something. Why did I even care so much about what she was thinking, and feeling? Wasn't it enough that she was here? "Jessica, are you...happy? With what we've been doing?" I asked. "Yes." she said quickly. I fought back a smile. She was so certain, her answer coming with no hesitation. I reached over to her and began to stroke her hair again, and she leaned into my hand. "Being touched by me..." I said, slowly curling my fingers around her hair. She closed her eyes and sighed a little. "Being hurt by me..." I said, pulling hard. She inhaled sharply and her voice came out in an even softer whimper. "...do you like it?" I asked. "Yes...yes..." she gasped. "Does it make you happy?" I asked, pulling a little harder and twisting. She was breathing heavily now, each breath a quick, sharp, sigh. "Yessss...." she whispered. I let go. "Ok." I said. "You can go now." Whatever we were doing, wherever this was going to go, it couldn't happen tonight. I had no real plan, I was exhausted from sleep deprivation. And most importantly, I still wasn't sure about my own feelings. I expected her to stand up and go, but she hesitated, turning her head a little to the side and avoiding my eyes. At first I felt the anger swell up in me at her disobedience, but I quickly realised that I hadn't actually told her to leave, I'd just said that she could. I normally just said "Get out.", and I wasn't sure why I'd been more polite this time. I made a note to be more direct when I spoke to her. If I wanted her to do something, I had to to make sure I told her. But my own reaction surprised me. I was already so used to her obeying me that it infuriated me when she even hesitated. I'd have to watch out for that. I could be angry with her, but I couldn't lose my temper. "I..." she started, interrupting my thoughts. "What? Did you want something?" I asked. "I don't know..." she said slowly. "Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said, trying to put a firm tone to my voice. She met my eye slowly, shyly. She bit her lower lip. I reached out and held her chin. I realised that I really liked holding her like this, by the chin or jaw. It felt...possessive, somehow. Even without gripping tightly or hurting her, I was holding her in place, and she wouldn't look away from me. "I...I want you to...to have sex with me." she said slowly. "No. Not tonight." I said. She whimpered quietly and her body squirmed. She looked disappointed, but still hopeful. "Tell me what you want, slut." I said. "Can I suck your...cock, please?" she said. She'd accepted my refusal and asked for something else, without argument. She sounded so mournful, so pleading. "No." I said. She let out a little whine as she stared at me with those wide, green eyes. I ran my fingers across her cheek and slid them behind her ear, putting my thumb gently against her lips. She parted them and took my thumb into her mouth, biting down gently and licking it with just the tip of her tongue. "Tell me what you want." I repeated, pulling my hand away. I...", she said, "...I...". She seemed afraid to ask, afraid of another rejection. "Will you kiss me? Please?" she said. I smiled. She had to beg for even this. I took her chin again and leaned forward, bringing my lips to hers. Just like the first time we kissed, I started gently, taking her lower lip between mine, but then biting down hard. She moaned loudly, surprising me, and brought her hands up to my face. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. I'd never kissed anyone other than her so I didn't have any experience, but I tried some things I'd read about, moving my tongue slowly in circles in her mouth. She responded by moaning louder and pushing against me. I moved back and she climbed into bed with me, sliding under the covers. I held her body against mine. I could feel the passion, the need in her body, in her clutching fingers on my shoulders and back. We kissed for minutes before I pulled away from her. She licked her lips, which were red around the edges, and she was breathing heavily with a bright smile on her face. She ran her eyes down my face and body, studying me, before meeting my eyes again. Our legs were overlapping and she pushed her crotch back against my raised thigh. She ground her panties against me, biting her lip as a long, low moan escaped her throat. Her nipples were pressing hard against her t-shirt. I laughed gently, even as I felt my cock stiffen. I loved seeing her like this, so needy. So deliciously desperate. "Will you fuck me?" she whispered. "No, Jessica. Not tonight." I said firmly. She bit her lip and leaned close to me, whispering right in my ear. "Please, please, I'm so wet. I can't stop thinking about you. About your cock. Please fuck me..." she said quickly. My dick was completely hard, but I couldn't do this tonight. I was too tired, too confused. I needed time to think. I grabbed her hair and pulled her away from me. She gasped with pain and looked up at me from where I held her. "I love you." she whispered, staring into my eyes. "Get out." I said, releasing her. The look on her face, the hurt, the devastation, it was almost...painfully beautiful. For some reason it reminded me of the first time I ever got drunk. Rose and I were maybe 15 at the time, and it was at some party of a family friend. Come to think of it, Jessica and her family had been there too. We'd each been given half a glass of red wine, just to try it. Jessica and Rose drank theirs in one swallow, shuddering and laughing at the taste that disgusted them. I'd sipped mine slowly, screwing up my face in displeasure each time. When I finished I sneaked off and found a full, unattended glass and continued. It disgusted me too at first, but I wanted to learn to appreciate the taste like the adults did, talking about the scents and flavours they could make out. After my second glass, it didn't disgust me quite as much, but I still didn't like it. So I found a third. It was just like now, with her devastated expression. The pain in her eyes, and in her voice, brought a bitter feeling with it, as seeing the pain of another human should. But there was a sweetness to it. A deep, satisfying taste that felt almost addictive. There was something about her completely dejected, submissive attitude that moved me, that spoke to some deep-seated desire to see her suffer. I let the sensation of her sorrow wash over me, savouring it, as I had with the wine that night. Of course, I felt the effects of the alcohol pretty strongly at the time. The heady rush, the blurry vision, but it had felt good. And the morning after my little wine tasting experiment, I'd felt worse than I could ever remember feeling. My first hangover. I buried the twinges of shame I was feeling, along with my thoughts of the past, and tried to just enjoy the moment. But it didn't last long. She left quickly, without argument, and without looking back. == I woke later than normal the next morning, almost at noon. I got showered and dressed, and wandered downstairs to find Rose and Jessica in the kitchen. I smiled as I remembered how terrified I would have been to try to come in here, only a few weeks ago. Things had really changed fast. Jessica was sitting on one of the stools beside the counter, and was watching the TV at the other end of the room. We usually watched the TV in here while we ate breakfast. It was smaller, but it got all the same channels as the one in the living room. Rose was looking around in the cupboards. I walked in and took the stool beside Jessica. She looked up and smiled when she noticed me, and my heart jumped in my chest. I internally chastised myself. She shouldn't be able to affect me this much with just a smile. "Morning." I said. "Hi." said Jessica. "Oh, hey." said Rose distractedly. Rose seemed to give up her search and stood back with her hands on her hips, thinking. "I'm going out for groceries." she said suddenly. "Oh, is there nothing to eat?" I asked. "Nope, and we've got the house to ourselves today." she said. She seemed a little off, for some reason. She was speaking quickly, and impatiently. "Really, all day?" I asked. It was unusual for our parents to go anywhere on a Saturday, at least without letting us know beforehand. "Yep." she said distractedly. I shrugged and turned back to the TV. She was definitely being weird. "So yeah," she continued, "I'm going to head out. Might as well take the car and get a big shop done, I'll probably be gone a few hours." "Uh, Ok?" I said. "Do you want us to-" "No!" she said suddenly, "No, I'm fine on my own. I'll...I'll see you guys later." She walked quickly out to the hallway to grab her coat, and was gone a second later. Something was up. "What was that about?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Jessica asked. I got up to walk to the fridge. Inside I found that, while we weren't spoiled for choice, there were a few things in here the three of us could eat. "Ok seriously, why did Rose just run out of here saying she wouldn't be back for hours?" I asked. Jessica looked away guiltily. "Uh...something kind of happened...this morning..." she said slowly. "What kind of something?" I asked, sitting back down beside her. "Look," she said turning to me, her face serious,"This is mostly...it's your fucking fault, Ok?" My heart froze in my chest. Rose was acting awkward, and had just left the two of us alone. Did she know something about us? "Jessica, what happened." I said. "I...I kind of..." she stuttered. "What?" I said. "I kind of...molested her." she said, looking away guiltily. "You...what?" I said. She took a deep breath. "Ok, so, last night after I left your room, I was really horny. Like, insanely horny. I had to sit in the bathroom for ten minutes just so I could put clean panties on without soaking through them." she said quickly. My heart leapt a little at how quickly and casually she told me this incredibly sexual thing, like it was no big deal. And it was interesting to hear that she'd been keeping fresh clothes in the bathroom. It explained why she could keep coming over in those revealing outfits all the time. "So I got back into bed with Rose, and it was fine. She was asleep like always, and she's such a deep sleeper that she never even noticed I was gone. But...I had a dream about...well, I don't remember. But it was...intense..." she said. Her voice was beginning to get a little breathier, a little more erotic. "So...I woke up and...I was kind of...groping her." she admitted quietly. "What do you mean?" I asked. "I was like, grabbing her boob and...and rubbing myself against her leg..." she said. "Shit." I said. I started laughing. "Shit, really?" I laughed, "What'd she do?" "It's not funny!" she said, but she was fighting a smile. "She woke up a second after I did, and she was like, 'What are you doing?' and I just...told her I was having, like, a sexy dream and..." I was laughing even harder now, and she couldn't help but join in. "God, shut up!" she laughed. "It's your fault, and now she's being all weird." She sat back and covered her face with her hands. "It'll be fine." she continued, after a few seconds, "She's just avoiding me. It'll be weird for like a day, and then she'll get over it." I sighed with laughter. We were silent for a few minutes as we watched TV. I thought about Jessica going back over to Rose's bed every time we were together. Was it really possible that Rose hadn't noticed yet? I figured that Jessica would know better than I did, and I trusted her to keep our relationship secret. I really doubted she'd lie to me. Although...maybe it would be better if I specifically told her not to lie to me. Was that necessary? But there were more important things to think about. Despite my better instincts, I really regretted sending her away last night. We were completely alone in the house, and I wanted to make the best of it. Neither of us had spoken for maybe 20 minutes, but it didn't feel awkward. There was a silence, but it wasn't a heavy one that needed to be filled. It was just comfortable. I turned to her. "So...you were turned on this morning?" I asked. She looked at me, her natural, neutral expression quickly giving way to nervousness. There was a definite shift in the atmosphere. It was like she'd just realised we were alone, and what that usually meant. "Uh...yeah. I was like, really horny." she said. "Are you still?" I asked, standing up. She stood up too, and I took a step towards her. She nodded, biting her lip. "Really?" I said, reaching forwards. I undid the button of her jeans, pulled the zip down, and slid my hand down to her panties. I rubbed my finger across her crotch, and found that she was starting to get wet. "Hmm, yeah, you are horny." I said, teasingly. With my other hand I pulled down her jeans, with just a little tug they fell to the ground. She gasped and leaned into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She was wearing a pair of pale blue panties, and her arousal was obvious. I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands. She moaned as I massaged her. I leaned down and kissed her lightly, and she returned it like she always did, passionately forcing her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away from her. "Can...can we...?" she muttered. "What?" I asked, letting go of her. "Nothing, it doesn't matter." she said quickly, avoiding my eyes. "Jessica, look at me." I said. She looked so shy, and vulnerable, standing with her jeans around her ankles. I slipped my arm around her and grabbed her ass again. "Jessica...tell me what you want." I said. "It's just...we didn't do anything last night...and we're alone..." she said. I didn't reply. "Can we...go up to your bedroom?" she asked quietly, looking into my eyes. I smiled. "Now why wouldn't you want to ask me that?" I said. "I don't know...just, last night, when I was telling you stuff...I didn't want to make you mad..." she said quickly, nervously. I released my tight grip on her ass, and started to gently massage it instead. "Jessica," I said, taking her chin with my other hand, "You don't ever have to hide what you want. Not from me." She smiled such a sweet smile and threw her arms around me, hugging me tight. "I love you. So much." she said. I let go of her ass and wrapped my arms around her too. I still didn't know how to react to things like this, to her expressions of romantic feelings. Did I return them, tell her I might like her that way too? Did I punish her, like I had the first time when it had taken me by surprise? Did I ignore them altogether, and hope she'd just stop bringing it up? My feelings for her aside, I still didn't know how I felt about her being "in love" with me. On the one hand, it was great. It was so satisfying to know the girl I'd hated for years had fallen for me so quickly, and apparently so hard. But at the same time, it really felt like she didn't know me well enough to feel that way about me. She knew hardly anything about who I was, apart from the shallow things we talked about with Rose. Yours Ch. 02 After a few seconds of thinking I just leaned down to her and said, "Good girl." Until I could figure this out, I'd just have to accept it. I pushed her away from me. "Now let's go upstairs." I said. She giggled, stepped out of her jeans, and walked quickly out to the hall. I shook my head, smiling, and picked up her jeans. When I got up to my room she was already bouncing excitedly on the bed, my blankets thrown to the floor. "Can I take these off?" she asked. She was still wearing her t-shirt and panties. I'd forgotten I'd told her not to undress without my permission. It was just an off-hand comment, I was glad to see she took it seriously. "Yeah. Strip." I said. I knelt on the bed as she quickly pulled off her panties, throwing them to the floor. As I lay down, she slid off her t-shirt and bra, freeing those beautiful boobs. She lay over me, naked, and leaned in towards me. I took her by the chin and kissed her. She moaned as I bit her lip, and desperately pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved up to caress my face before sliding into my hair. When I tried to pull away, she leaned in to me, stopping our lips from breaking. She was so passionate that I had to push her away. She bit her lip and looked at me with a expression of such lust that I felt my dick twitch at just the sight of it. I started taking off my t-shirt, and she jumped backwards excitedly to undo the belt on my jeans. I let her finish pulling my jeans and boxers completely off, and she giggled when my semi-erect cock bounced into the air. She leaned over and put her hands on my thighs, staring at my stiffening cock lying against my leg, but not moving to touch it. She looked into my eyes, as if waiting for me to give her permission. I grabbed it by the base and pointed it towards her, lightly tapping it against her cheek. "Do you want my cock in your mouth?" I asked. My voice came out a lot softer than I intended. What I'd meant to be rough and insulting had come out like a gentle query. She nodded silently, her cheek rubbing against my cock. "Suck me." I said, trying to make my voice firmer. She let out a throaty moan of excitement as she grabbed my dick and quickly started to lick and suck the tip. As usual, I was turned on almost as much by her attitude towards sucking me as I was by the actual sensation. After only a minute, I was rock hard in her hands. She was doing more than I told her and started slowly fitting more and more of my shaft into her mouth. It felt incredible, but I gently pushed her off me. I sat up, and she quickly moved to lie down. She lay in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide. I lay over her, letting my hard cock rest against her pussy lips. She reached down to my crotch with both hands, her arms pressing against her boobs on either side, squeezing them together. Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock and she started trying to move it in line with her pussy. I let her continue, and she brought the head up to her wet lips. "Push, push it...please...push it in..." she whispered frantically. "You want this inside you, slut?" I asked. She met my eye. "I want you to fuck me." she said, a light waver to her voice, "I want it to hurt." "Beg for it." I said. She didn't hesitate for a second. "Please, please fuck me, please-" I started pushing into her, and she cut off her words with a loud moan. I slowly pushed in to about half my length, before inching back out. I'd actually forgotten how good her tight, wet pussy felt around my cock. As I started to push back in, a low growl escaped her. "Oh my God, you're so fucking big!" she moaned, as I filled her again. "Is this what you wanted? Does it hurt?" I asked. She nodded quickly, closing her eyes tight. "It hurts...don't stop..." she whimpered. I kept this slow pace until it felt it was getting easier. She was so tight, I knew the pain would be too intense for a lot of other girls. I was reminded of a forum post about a woman whose boyfriend was so hung that they could only ever go at this kind of slow speed without it hurting her, and he'd never been able to fit it all inside her. They later broke up because of it. I gritted my teeth and pushed in again, thinking how lucky I was to have found a girl who actually liked the pain, and could take me to the base. She began to pinch and pull her nipples as I increased my pace. The first time we'd done this, I was so consumed with anger that I hadn't really paid attention to what was happening. I was able to appreciate the things I'd noticed the first time. The sound her wet pussy made as my cock drove in and out of it, the way her moaning voice jumped in pitch each time I filled her. She looked down to see our bodies joined, and started to bite her bottom lip. "Can you...can you go faster?" she gasped, meeting my eyes again. I couldn't believe she wanted even more of this punishment. I stayed at the same speed, using long, slow strokes to fill her each time. Her pussy was so incredibly hot. "Please..." she begged, "Please, go faster, fuck me...fuck me hard...oh God...please..." After a few minutes of gasping and pleading, I did as she asked and sped up, thrusting hard into her. "Yesss..." she moaned as she threw her head back, "Fuck yes! Oh my God!" I kept increasing my speed, slamming my full length into her over and over. I dug my fingers hard into her hips, while she reached behind her and grabbed on to the metal bars of my headboard. Her arms were spread wide, and I could see them straining as she pulled against it. I lost myself in the rhythm of fucking her hard, our bodies and the bed shaking, my hips burning. Her voice kept jumping and yelping, and she let out little streams of obscenities every now and again. "Jesus...fuck! Fuck that feels so good..." The pleasure was intense, and I soon knew I wouldn't be able to hold it. I was panting, but I pushed even harder, moving as fast as I could. Jessica's eyes suddenly shot open. "Oh God, I'm...!" she gasped, "Oh God! I'm so close...!" Her whole body tensed up, and I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock as her orgasm hit her. She let out a long, shuddering wail as her arms wrapped around her, her fingers and hands shaking. I didn't slow down, her pussy felt too incredible for me to want the lessen the sensation at all. I released my grip on her hips and brought my hands up to her head. With one hand I reached behind and pulled a handful of her hair, causing her to gasp with pain. I slid the fingers of my right hand around her throat, gripping only slightly, and tried to fuck her even harder. She looked at me with those beautiful green eyes, her face a picture of lust and desire. "I..." she squeaked, unable to get a breath. "Oh fuck!" I tightened my grip with both hands and let out long, sharp sigh. As her powerful orgasm racked her body, I felt my own approaching. I let go of her throat and tangled both hands in her hair, pulling and gripping with the pace of my hips, as her soft voice whimpered "Oh God, Oh God..." in my ear. I felt the pleasure overwhelm me. I slammed my cock into her one last time, and held it there as I came. I felt her legs wrap around me, holding my shaking hips in place as I filled her pussy with my sperm. I didn't move a muscle as my own orgasm passed. She was still staring into my eyes, breath heavy and face flushed. For a few seconds neither of us moved. She was still nibbling on her lower lip, and she smiled. She had such a sweet smile, I realised. All the years I'd known her I'd only ever seen her usual arrogant smirk. It was only since we'd gotten to know each other like this that I'd started seeing a real, genuine smile from her. I looked away, and her legs relaxed around me as I pulled out of her. I slowly lay down beside her, and focused on getting my breath back. She surprised me by rolling over on to me, and wrapping her arms tight around me. She kissed me a few times on the cheek before resting her head on my shoulder. There was something about all of this that was somehow...unsettling. I considered pushing her off, but I didn't know if I wanted to. I sighed again, and closed my eyes. For a few minutes the only sound was our heavy breathing, but I soon felt her stirring. She slowly sat up and looked at my soft cock, reaching out and taking it in her fingers. She wrapped her hand around the base, and about half of the shaft was left uncovered. Just at her touch, I could feel it start to stiffen again. She looked up at me with a smug little smirk as she felt it grow in her hand. I felt my face fall in confusion, and frustration, before I forced myself to look neutral again. Why was I so disappointed that her smile had changed? "You can get hard again, can't you?" she said. I didn't answer. "Not like with...with Mike. With Mike, after one shot he'd be completely spent. Usually fall straight to sleep." she said. Mike. The guy she had left to be with me, even though I hadn't told her to. This was the first time she'd mentioned his name to me. Before it had just been "my boyfriend", and then, "my ex." "Not like it mattered." she laughed, "It was just two minutes of unpleasant friction for me. I didn't even know how bad he was in bed until you showed me." My cock was still growing, and she'd started to slide her hand along the shaft, still wet and sticky from her pussy. What did it mean that she used his name now, that she was bringing him up at all? Did it mean she was over him? That she didn't feel any more guilt about being with me? Or maybe she was trying to manipulate me, somehow. Using his name to make me feel like I had to prove myself better than him. "Whatever I did with him. That wasn't sex." she said, her voice taking a hard edge, "This is sex." She seemed so submissive before, but I knew from a lifetime of experience what a manipulative bitch she really was. Could that really just go away? There was something there, a gleam in her eye, the way she smiled, that told me that it hadn't. "And you can get hard again, can't you?" she asked, moving her hand faster "You can still pound this thing into me until I scream. You can fuck me again." My eyes wandered down her body. I could fuck her again. And despite my conflicted feelings about her, I wanted to. "Get me hard, slut." I said. She smiled, and lowered her head to my cock. She licked all the way along the side of the shaft, and wrinkled her nose. "So that's what I taste like?" she wondered aloud. I realised that I didn't know what she tasted like. She licked every inch of my cock, as if trying to clean the taste of her pussy from me. It didn't take long for me to get rock hard again as she sucked it into her mouth. She pulled back and wrapped one hand around the base, then the other above it. Even with both hands, there was almost a third of my cock still uncovered. "I seriously love this thing." she said, voice tinged with excitement. She moved up my body until she was straddling my legs, my cock standing upright against her stomach. She pushed it against her, and it covered her belly button. "I still can't believe it fits." she said, "Although, it's not like it's easy." I sat up, and pushed her backwards. She fell back onto the bed and stretched out her legs. "Fuck me." she said, her voice hard. She moaned with delight as I pushed into her again. Her pussy still felt so tight, despite how I'd stretched it already. I settled into a fast rhythm, as Jessica growled and hummed beneath me. This is why everyone is so obsessed with sex, I thought. This sensation is so unbelievably satisfying, this is why "sex sells", this is why men act like players and women act like sluts. Who wouldn't want to be doing this every second of every day, if they could? Soon she was cumming again, her eyes tightly shut and voice shaking. I didn't slow down. I regretted every single gym class that I didn't work as hard as I could, because I could feel my stamina waning already. My dick felt like it could be hard for days, but my body was exhausted. I tried to occupy myself with the physical action of sex, the rhythm of my hips, the pleasure it gave me. Anything but how it hurt to breath. Eventually I had to slow down, and start using long, slow strokes, until I could get my breath back. Jessica certainly didn't seem to mind. I looked along her beautiful body, and as soon as I looked at her closed eyes, they opened. She bit her lip hard, and smiled. I felt her raise her legs and wrap them loosely around my hips. She started to move her body back and forth, meeting me as I bottomed out. It was awkward at first, but soon she was matching my rhythm. As good as it all felt, I realised I was still waiting for something. Something about this wasn't...quite right. My mind drifted to the first time we'd done this. That had been way more intense, hadn't it? I pushed my thoughts away again as I increased my pace, and continued pounding into her. I focused on the way her body shivered with pleasure, and the way she bit her lip when she started to cum again, crying out with wordless joy. I focused on her wide, green eyes that seemed to never leave mine. Everything about this was incredible, and exciting. But it still wasn't quite perfect. Soon I could feel my own orgasm approaching. I had no idea how long this had lasted, only that it was much longer than the first time, and that I was completely exhausted. I didn't try to hold back, but just let it overwhelm me. It hit me hard, and I felt all the breath leave my body as I continued to pump into her. Her pussy was still gripping my cock tightly, pulsing with her own pleasure. Eventually I slowed to a stop, and tried to just enjoy the sensation of being inside her. She was still staring into my eyes. I rested back on my knees, my cock slowly softening, and tried to get my breath back. That had been...great, hadn't it? I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed. Was that really it? I sat back on the bed and crossed my legs. Looking around me, I realised I'd have to change the sheets. There was evidence of our activity all over my bed, and looking at her I noticed that more of my cum was dribbling out of her pussy. Jessica suddenly giggled lightly, and sat up. "That was...that was intense." she said, smiling, "Fuck! My legs are still shaking." She got to her knees and leaned over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. She looked so happy. She was so beautiful. "Looks like I'm going to need another shower now, too." she said softly, looking down at her body. "Maybe you could join me." she purred. She leaned in to kiss me, but I brought my hand to her shoulder and turned my head away as she got close. I didn't want this. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice edged with fear. "Nothing." I said. I tried to pull her arms away from me. "What's wrong?" she asked again, panicked. She clung to me, resisting me. "Did I do something? What is it?" "Get off me!" I said, more angrily than I felt. She slowly pulled away from me, resting back on her knees. She looked terrified. "Just...just go get cleaned up. I'll use the shower downstairs." I said. I turned away from her. She got up, gathered her clothes, and left closing the door behind her. I sighed loudly and ran my hands through my hair again, pulling on it slightly and growling with frustration. What the hell was wrong with me? I got up and got dressed again. Sighing, I stripped my bed, gathered an armful of laundry, and headed downstairs. My sister and I had been doing our own laundry for years now. Our parents were big on independence, and they always encouraged us to look after ourselves. We both knew how to drive, and could perform basic car maintenance. We could both cook too, more than just with a microwave. I'd sometimes found it a little annoying, but it was fair, and I saw it as a blessing now as I headed downstairs and packed my laundry into the washer. I could get all this stuff cleaned up right now without raising any questions. I headed back upstairs and put clean sheets on the bed, grabbing a change of underwear before heading down again to use my parents bathroom. I didn't need clean clothes, but it felt weird putting used underwear back on even though I'd only been wearing them for like 20 minutes before Jessica pulled them off me. I got in the shower and let the hot water wash over me, soothing my well exercised muscles. I kept thinking about what just happened, as I washed the smell of sex and sweat from me. Something was wrong. I'd just had sex with a beautiful woman. Great sex, too. But as good as it felt, it had been so weirdly unsatisfying. I thought about the first time we were together. Her pleading. Her tears. Her pain. I felt a hollow pit in my stomach as I thought about what was missing. It was so obvious. I'd somehow convinced myself that all the stuff I'd been doing to her; the hair pulling, and lip-biting, the insults and commands, that it was all for her. To hurt her. To make her suffer. I felt my slightly aching cock stiffen yet again as I remembered how she looked only the night before, begging me to touch her, the sorrow on her face when I rejected her. I'd never considered myself a sadist, but I had to admit how good it felt. Despite the heat of the water, my spine shivered as the cold realisation hit me; I wanted to hurt her as much as she wanted to be hurt. I laughed, and felt my spirits rise. Of course I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to dominate her, to own her. For some reason I'd been avoiding the idea, but there it was. What we had just done was fun, sure. It was every straight man's dream to be with a woman as hot as Jessica. But it wasn't enough for me. I thought of the first night I'd made her orgasm, when she seemed so desperate for us to go further, but it just hadn't felt right. Just like on that night, I knew that I needed more than this. More than a just hair-pulling and lip-biting. It was fun, but it wasn't nearly enough. I didn't know exactly where I wanted this to go next, but I knew it couldn't be rushed. I spent a long time in there, thinking and planning, before I got dried off, dressed, and headed out. Jessica was already in the kitchen, and something smelled incredible. I sat down, and was surprised when she put a plate down in front of me. I looked up to see a wide, sincere smile on her face, before she turned back to the counter. She'd made French toast, scrambled eggs, and bacon, and she quickly returned to put a glass of orange juice in front of me, again shooting me that smile. I had no idea how to react to this. Dumbfounded, I took a sip of juice and watched her clean up, putting the food away and rinsing the pan she'd used. I looked back down at my food, disbelieving. On a long list of impossible things, I'd always thought it would be a safe bet that Jessica making me post-sex breakfast would be pretty close to the top. I turned to glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost 2 pm. "I know it's a little late for breakfast." she said, watching me. I snapped my head around quickly. She was standing by the counter, a cup of coffee in her hand. "But..." she continued uncertainly, "But you didn't eat anything when you got up, and...I thought..." Her voice started to falter, and she got quieter after each word. "Thought...you might...want something..." she finished, dropping her gaze. I watched her for maybe 10 seconds, just trying to wrap my head around this. It made sense, really, didn't it? She'd said she loved me. Something like this would be normal for a couple. But I was still thinking of this as just a sexual thing. We could act friendly at other times, but it was the sex that mattered. Cooking for me was just too weirdly domestic. Yours Ch. 02 She eventually met my eye again, glancing occasionally at the food. She opened her mouth to speak, then looked away again. Her fingers were tapping out a steady rhythm on the side of her coffee cup. She seemed to have been really affected by my attitude earlier. Even when I'd been angry with her in the past, she hadn't reacted like this. It was like she was walking on eggshells, afraid to even look at me, her body language only hinting at unsaid apologies and questions. She'd probably thought she'd upset me somehow, and was just making sure I wasn't pissed enough to send her away without sex the next time she came to my room, like I had last night. She walked around me to the stool on the other end of the counter, closer to the TV. There was something weird about how she was walking. "You're limping." I said, before realising what it meant. "Yeah, well...who's fault is that?" she replied as she sat down. There was humour in her voice, but she sounded so nervous. I looked back at the food. My stomach suddenly started churning, and I realised I hadn't eaten since last night's dinner. I sighed and picked up the knife and fork she'd given me. If she wanted to cook for me then I guess there was no harm in letting her, whatever her reasons were. As I raised the first fork to my mouth, I glanced at her. She was just gazing at me, excitement clear on her face. She seemed to realise that she was staring, and quickly turned to face the TV. I slowly took my first bite and let the familiar, yet strangely intense flavour wash over me. The food tasted incredible, but I put that down to my own hunger. I mean, how much can you really do with a breakfast this simple? I forced myself to eat slowly. As much as I wanted to wolf the whole thing down, it seemed a little embarrassing to do it in front of her. Too soon, I was finished. A small sigh of contentment slipped out of me, and I realised that Jessica had turned to face me again. She looked so happy, so adoring, that it was honestly starting to scare me. There was a beat of silence before she jumped up and swept the plate and glass off the table, and brought them to the sink. She quickly rinsed them and put them in the dish washer before taking her seat beside me. She was still staring at me. "Thanks, Jessica. That was...great." I said. Her smile became impossibly more joyful, and she stood up. She made the smallest of movements towards me, but stopped herself from taking a step. I sighed, stood up, and pulled her into a gentle kiss. She leaned into me, but after only a second her body jumped in surprise as we heard the front door open. She pulled away quickly, but I unthinkingly tightened my arms around her. Impulsively, I kissed her again, this time biting hard on her lower lip, while grabbing her ass with both hands. She whimpered into my mouth but didn't move. "You guys?" Rose shouted from the hall, "Little help?" I held Jessica tighter as I felt her pull from me, biting harder on her lip and really digging my fingers in to her ass. She let out another small moan, and I felt her lean into me for the barest of seconds before I released her, and walked quickly passed her. Between Jessica and the hall, I smiled to myself. Even holding her like that, hurting and scaring her just that little bit, almost felt more satisfying than everything we'd done upstairs. Rose had gone a little crazy with the shopping, probably trying to waste as much time as possible so she wouldn't have to deal with the awkward situation she was in with Jessica. Even though she'd been struggling with armfuls of plastic bags, there were still more in the car. It took us a while to get everything in the house and put away, but we definitely had enough food now, at least. As the night progressed, I found that Jessica had been right about Rose's reaction. She was a little quiet, at first, but it didn't take long for her to go back to normal, joking around with us like always. And apart from a few secret smiles at me when Rose wasn't looking, by the time Jessica left everything seemed to be back to normal with her too. On the surface, anyway. But if everything went how I was planning with Jessica, things were about to take another interesting turn. == The following Friday she came to the house just after 7 pm, way earlier than usual. I still hadn't told her anything about what I was feeling for her, how I caught myself thinking about her eyes, or her laugh, and smiling to myself. Or how much I enjoyed and anticipated our conversations. Or how passing her in the halls at school and seeing her smile at me now usually gave me a pleasing little jolt of adrenaline, rather than the shudder of fear and disgust I used to feel. But I also didn't tell her about the darker side of my feelings. I didn't tell her that the memories of how she treated me were still bright and vivid in my mind. That when I wasn't mooning over her like the teen-aged idiot that I knew I was being, I still felt a deep-seated wave of repulsion and hatred whenever I thought about her. The feelings weren't even separate in my mind any more, they were mixed together in some sort of sweet, black, violent affection that just plain confused the shit out of me. But talking with her felt so easy now, so natural. I caught myself laughing along with a little in-joke we shared with Rose, and I realized that I was closer to her than I was with any of my so-called friends at school. I was probably closer to her than I'd ever been with anyone outside my family. How could I like someone I hated so much? I didn't tell her any of this, and I didn't have to. I just laughed along with them, and tried not to think about what it meant. Instead I focused on what we were going to do when we were alone. That night she knocked on my door just a little after midnight. "Come in." I said. I'd been practising my voice. I was speaking more from the chest, and trying to be a lot clearer than I was in everyday conversation. It didn't sound drastically different, but I thought it sounded better, more masculine. She slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing her negligee again, a see-through black gown that ended about an inch past her waist, fixed to a black bra that gave her incredible cleavage, and held up by small shoulder straps. Through the thin weave I could see she was wearing matching panties this time. I found my eye drawn to her long, smooth legs. As I studied her, I noticed that she'd even painted her toenails black. "Hi." I said finally. "Hi." she echoed, smiling. She stood at the door and awaited instruction, as usual, but as I continued to leer at her she shifted her body slightly, as if posing for me. "You look beautiful, tonight." I said, meeting her eye. Her smile grew wide. "Really?" she said, surprised. She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Thank you." she said. I loved how much she seemed to enjoy the simple compliment. This girl had probably been told she was beautiful all her life, but only I could make her smile like this. I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. Her eyes widened in surprise. I closed the distance between us and slid my arms behind her back, pulling her close to me and bringing my lips to hers. We kissed deeply and passionately. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arms around my waist. I broke the kiss, but kept my face close to hers. She was breathing heavily and her expression was so intense, so alive with lust. She tried to bring our lips together, but I pulled back. She smiled and leaned forward again, but I brought my hand up to her shoulder and held her in place. She was still smiling, but her face had a hint of disappointment, and confusion. After a few seconds of waiting I kissed her again, slower this time, our tongues moving together in a gentle rhythm. Once more I pulled away from her, but kept our faces close. Again she tried to kiss me, and again I stopped her. She pouted and let out a small whine, but didn't resist. I leaned in, bringing my lips close to hers. I held the position as she squirmed against me, wanting to kiss me but learning that she wasn't allowed to. I slowly kissed her chin and cheeks, but stayed away from her lips. She moaned again in frustration and I couldn't help but laugh gently. She moved forward again, trying to bring our lips together. I reached behind her and pulled on a handful of her hair. She jerked back and gasped with pain. "No." I said firmly. She looked at me again, and I could see her expression change. Her smile was a little darker, her eyes a little more fearful. She understood that she wasn't allowed to kiss me, and she was realising that this wasn't going to be like last week. I took a step back from her. I pulled my t-shirt off and dropped it on the floor. She let out a tiny little moan as I did, which surprised me. I didn't really have a body worth moaning for. I guessed she was just excited about what we were going to do. I decided to keep sweatpants on for now. I stepped forward and kissed her again. As she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I brought my hands down to her ass and started massaging it roughly. She let out a surprised little yelp as I grabbed both cheeks hard and squeezed. Not very hard, though. I didn't want to hurt her too much. She almost growled into my mouth, pulling me away from my thoughts of the future. I pulled away from her but kept my face close, to tempt her into trying to kiss me, but she didn't. She slid her arms around my waist and leaned in, letting her forehead rest against mine, and bringing our lips right up to each other, but didn't let them touch. I loved how she filled my entire view like this. All I could see was the sharp green of her eyes, and nothing more. I felt a little sigh of her warm breath against my lips, her mouth open in anticipation. I pulled my right hand away from her ass and rubbed the soft, thin fabric of her gown between my fingers. I remembered what she'd told me the first time she'd worn it. "You bought this just for me?" I asked, pulling on it slightly. She pulled away from me, biting her lip and nodding. She was smiling proudly. "Why?" I asked. "I wanted to look good for you." she said quietly, "I wanted...you to think I was sexy." I smiled and slid my thumb under the waist of her panties, letting my fingers slide down to cup her flesh again. "They had to order it for me. They didn't carry this design in my...size." she said, bringing a hand up to her ample chest. "But I wanted this one. I looked for a while, this one was my favourite. The woman in the picture just looked so hot...I knew you'd like it...Do you really like it? I can buy other things, if you-" I gently took her face with my other hand, cutting her off. "Jessica, I want you to do something for me." I said. "Yeah?" she whispered, staring excitedly into my eyes, her gaze shifting quickly from one to the other. "Shut up." I said. She immediately pursed her lips tight and looked away from me, embarrassed. "You talk...way too much. In fact, unless you're answering me, you're not allowed to talk at all. Do you understand?" I said. She nodded, her face serious. "Jessica..." I prompted. "Yes." she said, "Yes, I understand." "Good girl." I said. When I released her face, she and leaned in again for a second, but paused before going too far. She slumped her shoulders and nibbled her bottom lip. My cock twitched against my boxers. I loved her reaction to my command, immediate and unquestioning. I moved back a little more and looked at her, studying her whole body. Again, she seemed to pose for me, moving her arms behind her back and pushing out her chest. She did look sexy in it. She looked incredible. "Take it off." I said. She moved to obey, but slowly. She reached up and slipped the light, loose straps off her shoulders, before slowly pulling the whole thing up over her head, and dropping it carelessly to the floor. It had done its job, and gotten my attention. Now she was letting her body impress me. I sighed as I took in her body, naked except for her black panties. Her full, firm, D cup tits, topped with rock hard nipples. Her flat, lightly toned stomach. Sharp hip bones, long legs, and flawless skin. She was beautiful. I'd had sex with her just a week ago, but somehow it was more intense like this. In the low light and silence, she looked so much more erotic. Or maybe it was just because of what I was planning to do with her. I leaned down quickly and took her right nipple in my mouth, licking and nibbling it gently, while I grabbed her left one with my fingers and started pinching it. She gasped in surprise and let out a delighted little moan of pleasure. She brought her hands up to my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I pulled back, slipping my right hand under her waistband, and slid my fingers along her wet pussy lips. For all we'd done, I suddenly realised that I was still so inexperienced, and I'd never touched her like this before. I ran my fingers up until I thought I could feel her clit, and put a little pressure on it. She pursed her lips and moaned a little, bucking her hips forward. She put her hand against my arm and gripped it tightly, but still didn't speak. I didn't know if I was doing it right, but there'd be time to figure it out later. I pulled my hand out of her panties and brought my wet fingertips up to her lips. She hesitated for only a second before taking my fingers in her mouth and gently sucking them. "Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said, sliding my fingers out of her mouth. "Fuck me, please..." she whimpered quickly, "I'm so wet, please, oh my God..." I smiled. "Get on the bed." I said. She let out a squeal of excitement and rushed passed me. As I turned I saw her jump on my bed and settle on her knees in the middle, bouncing gently. Laughing at her obvious joy, I leaned down to slip my pyjama bottoms off . When I looked at her, she was staring at the obvious bulge against my black boxer shorts. As I approached the bed, she turned quickly and got under the covers, then kicked them off, revealing her body again. I got on the bed and knelt over her. It was amazing how even on her back her big boobs still held most of their shape. I pulled my waistband down, freeing my slowly growing cock from my boxers. Her eyes widened and she let out a small moan when she saw it, as amazed as ever by its size. I lay over her and pushed my cock against her panties. I brushed the tip against her damp crotch, enjoying the strange, soft feeling of the fabric. I slowly pulled her panties to the side and began to stroke her pussy lips up and down with the tip of my cock, thrusting slightly against her now visible clit every time I reached it. I kept this up for a while, watching as she grew increasingly impatient and frustrated, wriggling her hips and gripping my bed sheets tight. It was hard to keep control. My cock was so hard now, so ready, but I wanted to keep teasing her. She lifted her hands up beside her face and started curling and uncurling her fingers in frustration, gripping at the air. She closed her eyes a few times, turning her face away, but her gaze always came back to mine, silently pleading. After several more agonisingly long minutes, I gently pushed the tip against her pussy, but stopped before entering. She held out longer than I expected, but I only had to repeat this two more times before she finally broke. "Yesss..." she moaned, "Please, please fuck me, please..." She'd done it. She'd spoken without permission. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and she let out a squeal of surprise. "I told you not to talk." I growled, pulling hard. "Ahh yesss, fuck me, please, oh God..." she muttered, wincing with pain. I clamped my other hand over her mouth and twisted her hair in my grip. Her eyes finally met mine as she realised what was happening. "Shut. Up." I said, letting anger creep into my voice. She let out a little whine against my hand, then fell silent. I held her there for a while, enjoying the look of complete panic in her eyes. I eventually released her, only to grab her jaw, digging my fingers into her cheeks. "What did I say?" I asked. I relaxed my grip so she could talk. "I'm sorry..." she whispered almost silently, "I'm sorry, I forgot, I-" I tightened my grip again, cutting her off. I brought my face close to hers. "Answer me, slut. What did I say?" I asked. I let her go. "You..." she squeaked. She cleared her throat and continued. "You said I can't talk...unless I'm answering you." she said, her voice shaking. "So why did you talk?" I said. "I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. I could see her eyes starting to glisten with the warning of tears. I pulled back from her completely and got to my knees. I tucked my hard cock back into my boxers, forcing it to lie horizontally to make it fit. I closed my eyes and started to rub them with my fingers. I was planning to act frustrated and angry, but I was surprised to feel that I actually was a little angry. I'd always planned for her to fail my command, but it still pissed me off that she had. I looked back at her. She was terrified, like she was awaiting a death sentence. "Turn around." I said. She looked confused, but slowly rolled over on the bed, not daring to speak again. "Tuck your knees in," I said, "Push your ass up." She slowly acted to obey me, folding her knees under her and pushing her face into my cushions. She was still wearing her panties, and I could see the dampness of her crotch even from behind. I slowly pulled her panties down to her knees, and she let out a little gasp as her wet pussy was exposed to me. I moved behind her, and she let out a long sigh as I grabbed her ass hard with both hands. She really had a great ass, so round and firm. I'd started noticing it more on those occasions when she wore tight jeans to school, and I knew I wasn't the only guy who watched her from behind. I was just less obvious about it. I squeezed harder than I had before, enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh in my grip. She sighed as I released her, but then suddenly, without warning, I slapped her right ass cheek as hard as I could with my open hand. She squealed and gasped in surprise, but didn't speak. "Jessica..." I said, "I want you to listen to me. You disobeyed me, and I'm going to punish you. I've hit you once...and I'm going to hit you nine more times." I'd rehearsed this over and over to myself. I wanted to seem confident and imposing. I wasn't threatening her, I was just calmly letting her know what was going to happen. She let out a little whimper of fear, and her body shivered. "But you need to understand something," I continued, "This doesn't have to happen. If you don't want me to hurt you, you're free to leave whenever you want. You've always been free to leave... But if you do, I'll be...well... even more disappointed with you." She slowly turned to face me. Her expression was magnificent, so sorrowful and panicked. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" I asked. She slowly shook her head. She looked miserable. "Answer me, Jessica." I said. "N...nno. I don't..." Her voice was shaking. She was on the verge of tears, "I don't want to disappoint you." She sounded so sincere. "So you have a choice to make." I said softly, "You can leave now and avoid the pain...or stay, and accept your punishment." "I'm sorry..." she whispered. "I know, Jessica. I know you're sorry. But you still have to be punished." I said firmly. She turned her head and lay down on the cushions again. The situation had changed so quickly. She'd been so eager, so joyful before. Yours Ch. 02 Did I really want to do this to her? She stayed silent for a little while, before whispering something so quietly I couldn't hear it. "What?" I asked. She let out a deep breath. "I'll stay." she whispered. My heartbeat quickened and I could feel little jolts of adrenaline shooting through my body. This was another new step forward in out relationship, another way for me to dominate and control her...and she was staying. I definitely wanted to do this to her. "You want to stay? You want me to hurt you?" I asked. She nodded silently. "Answer me!" I said. I couldn't stop my excitement leaking into my voice. "I'll stay." she said slowly. "I...I want...you to hurt me..." I slid my hands up into my hair and threw my head back. I had to stop myself laughing, screaming, jumping for joy. I couldn't believe this was really going to happen. "Good girl." I said softly, trying to calm myself. "If you want me to stop you can just say so, and I'll stop. But then you'll have to leave." She nodded again, and I could see that tears were beginning to form on the edges of her eyes. "Now I want you to count for me." I said, "Every time I..." My mouth suddenly felt dry. I couldn't believe I was really going to say this. "Every time I spank you, I want you to say how many times it's been. When you count, I'll take that as a sign that you're ready for me to continue. But don't keep me waiting." She closed her eyes and I could see her nod gently again. "Count, slut. One." I said. She took a long, shuddering breath before quietly saying, "One." I hit her left ass cheek as hard as I had the right. The sound of our flesh meeting seemed so loud in the silent room, but I knew it wouldn't carry beyond the door. I'd done a few tests with my laptop speakers, and I knew it had to get really loud in here before you could hear it even in the hallway, never mind any other rooms. "Two..." she whimpered. I spanked her again, this time lower on her right cheek, near her thigh. I was surprised at how much my own hand had begun to sting already. "Three." she said quickly. I hadn't expected her to speak this quickly. She was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible. In my hurry to keep up, I only hit a glancing blow to her left cheek. "Four." she whispered. I steadied myself. There was no reason to hit right away. I wanted to enjoy this. I slowly moved my whole body back, then struck out to bring a much stronger slap to her firm ass. My hand was really burning now, but I finally got the reaction I wanted. She let out a long moan of pain and jumped forward, sitting up to cling to the top of my headboard. She tangled her fingers in the bars and rested her face on the cool metal. I let her rest there for a little while, before I got impatient. "Get down." I said firmly. After a few seconds of hesitation, she moved back into position, her ass sitting proudly in the air. I noticed that her skin was turning pink where I'd spanked her each time. It was hard to see in the dim light of my lamp, but I looked down at my hand to see it was also a darker shade. I smiled and clenched my fist, almost enjoying the pain, knowing we were sharing it. I looked at her again. She hadn't spoken for a while. She'd stopped counting. "Jessica..." I said. She didn't say anything. She was holding on to my cushion and letting out slow, shuddering breaths. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard. "Count, slut!" I commanded. "Five!" she shouted. I moved quickly back and spanked her hard. I let my hand linger on her firm ass for a few seconds, enjoying the heat it gave off. "Siiix." she moaned. I waited about 30 seconds, listening to her shaking breath, before I twisted my torso back and brought as much strength as I could into slapping her. Her whole body jerked forward again. It seemed to hurt her more when she wasn't ready for it. She whimpered softly, and I realised she was crying. I moved to the side to see her tear stained face. I looked along her body, and started running my other hand over my cock through my boxers. I didn't think I'd ever been so hard in my life. After maybe a minute I was getting impatient again. "Jessica..." I said. "Si...six..." she whispered. She'd miscounted. "Wrong!" I hissed. I pinched her left ass cheek hard with my left hand, and slapped her hard on the right. She seemed to try to pull away from me, but I maintained my grip. "Se...seven!" she moaned. "That's wrong, slut!" I shouted. I increased my grip and started twisting her firm flesh, as I slapped her right cheek again, harder than last time. Without waiting, I hit her again, twice, three times in the same spot. Once again I could feel a swell of black rage rise up in me, spurring on my actions. "Aah! Ow, I'm sorry! I don't know!" she sobbed. I let out a growl of anger as I hit her once more. I let go of her and she let out a long moan of relief, as I took a deep, calming breath. I let her lie like that for a while, enjoying how her body gently shook and quivered with pain. My right hand was shaking. I flexed my fingers a few times, assuming it was due to the pain, but then I realised my left hand wasn't steady either. There was so much energy, so much joyful adrenaline coursing through me that it was causing me to shake. I ran my left hand up through my hair, and took another long, steady breath. I had to calm myself. "Because you...fucked up..." I said slowly, "This...is number five." I hit her hard, and she crossed her ankles and pushed her face deeper into the bed. "Say it." I said. She was silent, except for her sobbing. I caught myself before I shouted at her again. I'd told her that I'd wait until she was ready. But after almost two minutes, I couldn't wait any more. "Jessica," I said lying down beside her, "Look at me." She slowly shifted her body until she could turn her head. Her eyes were red with tears. I gritted my teeth as I thought about how incredible she looked like this, and what it said about me that I thought so. "Jessica, do you want me to stop?" I asked, my voice gentle, "If you want to stop this...you just have to say it. You...you can just leave." It was important that she knew this. I made sure of this when I'd decided to take this step. This wasn't just me beating her because she pissed me off. I didn't want that kind of relationship with her, I didn't want to be just some abusive asshole. She had to be a part of it. She had to accept it. She had to want it. My heart jumped in my chest when she started to slowly shake her head, her eyes locked on to mine. Relief washed over me like a cool wave. "You don't want to leave?" I asked. She shook her head again, slowly, and bit down on her bottom lip. I realised I loved it when she bit her lip like that. It was such an honest, unmistakable expression of her emotion. She was staying. "Good girl." I said softly. I sat up and got back into position. "Count, Jessica. We're on five." I reminded her. It took only ten seconds for her to obey. "Ffff...fff...five." she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as she cried softly. I spanked her again, only to recoil as the pain in my hand suddenly increased after that little break. The pain had a way of making me think that it couldn't possibly get more intense than this, and then doing exactly that with each hit. I knew she was feeling the same thing, but much, much worse. "Sssix." she said. I put my left hand on the small of her back, and brought another hard slap to her smooth ass. "Seven." she said, after only a few seconds. Her voice was suddenly stable, more solid. I spanked her hard and she barely reacted. "Eight." she said quickly. I hit her even harder, as hard as I could. "Ah...aah!" she suddenly screamed. Tears were flowing out of her now, her whole body jerking and shaking with sobs. "Nnn...nn...nine..." she moaned through her tears. I hit her one final time, bringing as much force as I could muster and grunting with the effort. She collapsed with relief, her ass falling to the side as she curled up in the fetal position, clutching my cushion to her chest. I briefly considered punishing her for leaving the position before I said she could, but I ignored it. She'd done well. As I watched her, I felt a surprisingly real swell of pride, and admiration rise up in me. She could have stopped me whenever she wanted, but she didn't. As I smiled at her and rubbed my painful hand with my thumb, she almost silently whispered, "Ten." I let her lie there for a minute or two, enjoying how she moved around every now and again to try to relieve the pain. "Jessica." I said eventually, "Get on your knees." She moved slowly, lethargically, but did as I asked. She moved back into the spanking position, and stopped. "No, Jessica. Up here, on your knees." I said. Again, she moved slowly, but was soon kneeling beside me, with her black panties still pushed to about half way down her thighs. I put one hand on the back of her neck and pushed her hair back with the other. Her eyes were red and a few tears were still rolling down her flushed cheeks. "I'm proud of you, Jessica." I said softly, "You made it all the way through. You could have stopped it, but you didn't." I couldn't tell how she was feeling. Her expression was completely blank. I'd seen her in this kind of daze before. It was just like when I'd held her head and fucked her throat in her bedroom, but it seemed even stronger this time. She seemed almost completely unaware of me, not meeting my eye but staring straight ahead. I pulled her into a tight hug and whispered in her ear, "Good girl." She leaned into me and clumsily wrapped her arms around me. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel her tears against my skin. I slowly lay down on the bed again, pulling her down with me. I kissed her softly on the neck and just enjoyed the feeling of holding her warm, shaking body against mine, and the sound of her soft sobs in my ear. As she held me tighter, I found myself amazed at the apparent depth of her submission. I'd basically tortured her, and she was now holding on to me for comfort. There wasn't a trace of anger or resentment in her. I held her like this for a few minutes before rolling away from her. She let go of me and started wiping her eyes. "Jessica, do you know why I did that?" I asked. "Because..." she replied, her voice shaking, "Because I talked, and you...you told me not to." "I did it because you disobeyed me, Jessica." I told her gently. "I did it because you deserved it." She nodded her head a few times, still wiping her eyes. I felt almost light-headed with the joy and satisfaction I was feeling. She'd submitted to me so completely that she didn't even question her punishment. "What do we say...when someone gives us something we deserve?" I asked. She looked panicked for a second, unable to think of an answer. I took her by the chin again, and said, "You can talk now. Say 'Thank you', Jessica." "Thank you." she echoed instantly, "Thank you...for punishing me." I closed my eyes and sighed happily. I thought about our history together, remembering the countless times she'd stood over me, mocking me, taunting me, making my life hell. To have her like that, just then...I couldn't remember ever feeling more content. Or, honestly, more aroused. I opened my eyes to find her still staring at me. "You did so well, Jessica. I'm proud of you." I said, smiling. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip softly. She didn't say anything for a while, but when she opened her mouth, she whispered so quietly I could barely hear her. "Will you kiss me? Please?" she asked. I smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, moving my lips close to hers and holding them there for a few seconds. She hadn't forgotten my instruction earlier, and didn't try to kiss me, but only sighed against my lips in anticipation. I kissed her slowly, and tenderly, and she surprised me by returning it with an intense passion. She pushed her body against mine, pressing her soft tits between us. I felt myself being drawn in by her heat, her need. I broke the kiss and pushed her back. She wiped some remaining tears from her cheeks and laughed gently, her smile wide. She somehow looked even happier than she had before I'd hurt her. Her face was a picture of pure joy. "Roll over again." I said, getting to my knees. Her face darkened instantly with fear. She seemed like she was going to say something, but I brought my thumb to her lips. "Trust me, Jessica. Just turn around for me." I said. She avoided my eyes as she turned silently and pushed her face back to the bed, raising her ass in the air. I leaned over the edge of the bed, and reached under it to pull out a small jar I'd put there earlier. I turned to show it to her, but her eyes were closed tight, expecting pain. I silently unscrewed the lid and positioned myself behind her, and a pleasant scent of roses filled the air. I dipped my fingers into the surprisingly cool cream inside and slowly touched them to her warm, red ass. She gasped and her whole body jumped forward in shock, but she began to laugh as I spread it around. "This is what you get for being a good girl." I said, laughing along with her. She let out a little sigh of pleasure as I massaged her, and let out a few small giggles. I scooped a little more out and made sure both bright red cheeks had a light coating. I'd bought the cream a few days ago at a drug store. When I'd gotten the idea to hurt her like this, I checked online about it and a few places said that bruises and welts can swell and hurt for a long time. I didn't think that would be too much of a danger if I was only using my hand, but it seemed like a nice idea to get something like this, something to make her feel good after accepting her punishment. It felt pretty good against my stinging palm, so it must have felt incredible to her. When I was finished I pulled her panties up and patted her gently. She turned around and met my eye, smiling. I gestured for her to come to me. I welcomed her into my arms and pulled her into a kiss, which she returned with her usual energy. When I pulled away, she looked down and rested her hand on the jar I was still holding. "Did you buy this...just for me?" she said, looking up hopefully. I smiled. "I knew you'd earn it." I said. She returned my smile and leaned into my body again, kissing me lightly on the neck. "Thank you." she said softly. I was still amazed at the incredible shift in our actions. Just a moment ago I was basking in the pain I'd caused her, but now I couldn't help smiling at the strangely sweet situation I was in. I'd hurt her so badly, and now she was in my arms, thanking me for relieving the pain that I'd caused. I reached down and slid my hand into her panties, running the tip of my middle finger along her pussy lips. She sighed and closed her eyes, pushing her face harder into my neck. She was dripping wet, now, and I realised as I pushed my other fingers out that her inner thighs were slick with moisture. I hadn't seen her like this since we were in her room. This was more than just lust, like last week. This was the effect real submission had on her. I continued sliding my middle and ring finger against her pussy. "You're wet." I said simply. "Yeah..." she sighed. "Did you like being spanked, Jessica?" I asked softly, "Did it turn you on?" "I...I don't..." she sighed. I pushed in harder against her pussy lips with my fingers. "Ah! Aahhhh..." she moaned. "Jessica...did you like being hurt like that?" I asked again. "I don't knoow...." she moaned softly, almost whispering. I didn't want to force her to tell me. I wanted her to admit it on her own. "Why else would you be so wet?" I asked. She didn't answer. "Jessica, now, be honest." I said, almost condescendingly, "You liked it, didn't you?" "I..." she started. I stayed silent. "I...I think I liked it." she said. Her voice was so quiet, but so clear. She sounded almost guilty, like she was admitting a terrible secret, but at the same time so relieved that she could. "It hurt so much...but...it made me feel good too...I don't know why, but I liked it." she whispered. "That's right," I said gently, "You're a dirty little slut, who likes to be spanked." "I'm...I'm..." she stuttered. "I'm your dirty little...slut. Who likes...who likes to be spanked." she whimpered, another tear rolling down her cheek. I sighed, and felt my dick twitch yet again at her admission. The first night we'd been together, I'd been worried that she'd just been saying things because I wanted to hear them, and that feeling of paranoia had stuck around for a while. But now it was clear that she meant what she said, the emotion in her voice, the guilt, the shame, the lust. It was unmistakable. She'd even added "your", when I hadn't told her to. Could there be anything more perfect than this? "Good girl." I said. "Doesn't it feel good to be honest?" I brought my thumb forward to the top of her pussy. She started whimpering softly as I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the sensation of her soft flesh. I thought I could feel her clit against my thumb, a slight little nub of hardness surrounded my her soft lips. I pushed hard against it, and her whole body jerked forward, as it had before. I pushed in on it again and started slowly circling it as I pushed my two fingers inside her. Her pussy was so tight and warm, and as I pushed in she suddenly let out a loud moan and pulled her body tight against me. Her boobs were pressed between us, and I could feel the hard points of her nipples against my skin. I kept up the pressure, curling and straightening my fingers inside her, while moving my thumb faster. Her moaning increased with my pace, and soon she was panting loudly in my ear. I pushed my fingers all the way into her and felt her clit press against my palm. Suddenly, her voice stopped and her body started to shake. "Are you going to cum, Jessica?" I asked. She didn't respond, but started moaning again. "You can't cum without my permission." I grunted, as I sped up my fingers. My hand and arm were starting to tire out. "I'm...I'm gonna...oh fuck!" she gasped. "Beg for it!" I said. I started slowing the motion of my fingers. "Don't stop!" she gasped as I slowed, "Please! Please let me cum...please make me cum!" "Good girl," I grunted as I sped up again, "Do it. Cum for me." I felt her pussy begin to clench around my fingers, as her hips started to buck quickly forward. Her fingers dug hard into the back of my neck, and she let out a strained whimper. As her orgasm started, I could feel more moisture covering my fingers and hand. I kept up my rapid pace, ignoring the burning in my muscles due to the awkward position my arm was in. I wanted to keep it going for as long as possible. She suddenly bit down hard against my shoulder and let out another loud, strained moan that ended in a soft whimper. I gasped at the sudden pain, and without thinking I grabbed her hair with my other hand and pulled hard. She let out another loud moan and released me, throwing her head back. I didn't stop moving my fingers, and it wasn't long before her body slumped down against me. "Oh...ffuck!" she cried. Her body was still shaking, and I felt her pussy begin to grip and pulse around my fingers again. She was having another orgasm. She thrust forward with her hips and held me tight for a few seconds, then her whole body relaxed, only for her to thrust forward again. Her whole body went through these steady convulsions, her voice silent, for minutes. Yours Ch. 02 I eventually slowed my fingers, and she collapsed against me. She was completely limp, leaning her whole weight against my body like she was exhausted. I moved back, sliding my fingers out of her, and wrapped my arms under hers to support her. She reacted quickly, leaning into me and holding me in a tight hug. Her breath was straining. Her body was shivering and I could feel her fingers twitch at random where they were pushing into my back. My hand was resting on her hip, and I absent-mindedly reached down and grabbed her ass. She let out a small squeak of pain, but gave no other reaction. I lay down with her, and held her. After a few minutes I felt her body relax even further against me, and her breathing slowed. "Jessica." I said. She didn't respond. I rolled away from her to find her eyes still open, but unfocused. She looked completely exhausted. "Jessica." I said again. Her eyes slowly flicked down to mine. With a great effort, she pushed herself on to her knees and moved towards me, resting her head on my chest, then let her body collapse again. I ran my fingers through her hair a few times. I wanted to let her rest, to recover, but I was so horny I didn't know how long I could wait. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, willing myself to be calm. I let her lie for a few minutes before trying to rouse her. "Jessica. I want you to sit up." I said. She didn't react. I pulled lightly on her hair. Her face scrunched up in pain, but she barely made a sound. I gently moved her head off me, and sat up. "Jessica..." I said soothingly, "Sit up now, come on." I grabbed her shoulder and tried to slowly pull her up. She eventually seemed to realise what I wanted, and forced herself to move. She shakily raised herself to her knees and sat back, her eyes seeing nothing. She looked like it was an effort for her just to stay upright. "Jessica." I repeated, as I gently touched her face. She leaned into my palm, bringing her own hand up to cover mine. She closed her eyes and sighed. I rubbed her cheek with my thumb, and she slowly opened her eyes again. She looked at me, and smiled such a pure, joyful smile. It seemed she was finally out of whatever daze I'd put her in. Before I could react, she jumped forward and kissed me. I kissed her back automatically, letting our tongues move together. She pulled away and hugged me tight, pushing her head into my chest. "I love you." she said, "I love how you make me feel." Her voice was so solid, so sure. She sat up again, and put her forehead against mine, running her fingers through my hair. Her beautiful green eyes filled my view. "I love you." she said again, closing her eyes. I kissed her, and we held each other. Her reaction fascinated me, but it was difficult to really focus on anything that was happening. There was still something that needed to be dealt with. A freakishly huge and rock hard something. I pulled away from her body and took her hand, bringing it down to my crotch. Her eyes widened as she stroked along the length of my bulge. "Do you want this in your mouth, slut?" I asked. She nodded quickly. "You like sucking my cock, don't you?" I asked. She nodded again and let out a little moan. Her eager fingers started to gently squeeze around my shaft. "Yes, I love it. I love it when you...hahh," she sighed again. It seemed even talking about this was turning her on again, so soon after her multiple orgasms. "I love it when you cum in my mouth. Let me swallow your cum, please..." I moved away from her and lay down on the bed. "Suck my dick, slut." I said forcefully. She crawled up between my spread legs and slowly pulled my boxers down, gasping as my cock sprang into the air, fully erect. Her warm hands were still shaking slightly as she wrapped them around my girth, and she bent down to kiss the shaft. She stared into my eyes as she licked from the bottom of the shaft slowly up to the top, and let out a giggle as she wrapped her lips around the head. Her soft tongue swirled around and over the tip of my cock as she bobbed her head gently up and down. She let it pop out of her mouth and she laughed gently again, before planting little kisses down the side of the shaft, and licking back up to the top. She seemed so happy, so euphoric, as she pushed my cock back into her mouth and started to suck it further in. She closed her eyes in concentration and started releasing humming little moans as inch after inch of my thick cock disappeared into her mouth. When she got about half-way down the shaft, she pulled all the way back up again, swirling her tongue around the tip. My hips thrust forward slightly, and I couldn't help a sharp sigh of pleasure. I reached out and took a handful of her hair and started gently pushing her down, urging her to swallow more, to put to use all the practice she'd done for me. She didn't hesitate for a second, and immediately started taking my cock in again, inch by inch, until she had nearly the whole shaft in her mouth, when she started to pull back. I sighed again with pleasure and leaned back, closing my eyes, content to let her continue. After a few more minutes of sucking and licking the tip, she slowly deep-throated me again, this time right to the base. She held it there for a few seconds before sliding to the top. She repeated this incredibly slow throat fucking over and over. I couldn't get enough of her hot, wet throat, and after a only a few minutes I was tensing my lower muscles, trying to prolong my release as much as I could. Soon, I couldn't hold it. I sat up and grabbed her head again, pushing her all the way to the base and holding her there. She met my eye and started moaning again, causing her whole throat to vibrate. "I'm gonna cum..." I grunted. She started humming louder and bobbing her head up and down very slightly, trying to add more stimulation. I felt my hips jerk forward as my orgasm overtook me. I closed my eyes and gripped her hair tight, sighing with pleasure as shot after shot of my cum filled her swallowing throat. I leaned back again and felt my whole body relax. I'd been waiting so long for that release, and I realised that it probably felt better because I'd waited. Something to remember. Jessica slid the head of my cock back up into her mouth and licked up the remaining cum, giggling with surprise as one final spurt landed on her tongue. She pulled my softening cock out of her mouth and laid a few more small kisses on it, before crawling up to me and resting her head on my shoulder. "Thank you." she said softly. "You really enjoy it, don't you?" I asked, running my fingers through her hair. She nodded against my shoulder, her hair tickling my chest. She was the first girl I'd ever been with, obviously, but forum after forum on the internet had said that giving a blow job was something most women did just to please the guy, or to get things started. It might turn them on a little, but it wasn't something they seriously enjoyed. But Jessica seemed to adore having my cock in her mouth, and there was always this complete look of pleasure on her face as she swallowed my cum. I guess I'd been reading in the wrong places. "What do you like about it?" I asked. I felt her shrug. "It just...feels good." she said slowly, "I mean...just seeing your cock turns me on. It's just so big and...thick. Having it all inside me like that...in my throat and on my tongue...I love it. And I love when you cum too..." She let out a little sigh, and tried to get more comfortable. I realised we were still lying naked, so I grabbed the corner of the blanket from the floor, and pulled it up and over us, then wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me again. She made a sweet little sound of happiness and snuggled against me. "I didn't like the taste at first." she continued, "But it turns me on so much now..." Her voice was getting softer, and quieter. It sounded like she might fall asleep soon. "And I like...the noises you make." she said slowly. This confused me. I didn't think I really made 'noises'. Not like she did, anyway. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well...you're normally so quiet, you know? Like, you're always so...controlled." she said, "I mean, I practically scream, but with you it's like...just sighs, and sometimes a little moan. It's really sexy, I think. Like, knowing that I can make you feel good like that, just...knowing you're enjoying it. I mean, you like it too, don't you?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. "I mean, I want..." She hesitated. "I want you to feel good. I want to...to make you happy." she said. She was almost shy in admitting this, and she waited for my reaction. "I like it when you suck my cock, Jessica." I said gently, stroking her hair again. She smiled. "Good. It makes me happy when...when you're happy, I guess. That sounds stupid..." she laughed a little. "You like pleasing me." I said simply. "Yeah," she said, her smile growing, "Yeah, I like pleasing you. I like making you happy." My heart jumped a little. I'd assumed everything she'd been doing with me had been for her own enjoyment, but to hear that she really cared about what I felt... It dawned on me that last week's surprising breakfast hadn't been an attempt to win my affections back, like I thought, but she had been genuinely trying to make me happy. I slowly leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled again and held me tighter. "Good girl." I said. We lay like that for a while, and she closed her eyes and sighed as I started to stroke her hair. I didn't know which was more messed up; that the idea of wanting to make someone else happy sounded "stupid" to her, or that it had taken me this long to believe that that's what she was doing. After a few minutes I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. It was late and I'd just had a hell of an orgasm. I mused that I was altogether more satisfied than I'd been the previous week. In terms of numbers, it was two sessions of sex compared to one blowjob, but because of the punishment, the...darkness it added made the whole thing so much better. I heard her let out a little contented sigh, and felt her completely relax against me, her arms losing their tension around me. I thought about how good it would feel just to let myself drift off, holding her. But no. She couldn't stay here. Even ignoring whatever boundaries I was trying to hold in place for the two of us, my sister would notice her missing the next morning. "Jessica, it's time to go." I muttered. She sighed and let out a fake whine. "I don't want to move. I want to lie here forever." she sighed. I stroked her head a few more times. "You have to go." I said firmly. She sighed again and slowly sat up. "I know." she said, smiling sadly. She got out of bed and picked up her negligee. She turned to face me, not dressing but just holding the gown in her folded arms. Her eyes jumped once to my soft cock, which she'd exposed when she stood up, before meeting my eye again. "I'm sorry about...before, really." she said quietly, "And...thank you." I didn't know if she was thanking me for punishing her, or for pleasuring her, or for letting her suck me off, or what. I let her leave without saying anything. As she turned, I got a glimpse of her ass. Her skin was still bright red, and I felt my cock twitch with lust at the sight of it. I shook my head and rolled over, determined to push any thought of her out of my head for now. It was too late to be thinking about this stuff. It took me almost two hours to fall asleep. == It was the following Tuesday, lunch time at school. The cafeteria was crowded with other kids eating and generally killing time. Friends talking and laughing, making stupid jokes and throwing stuff around. I always marvelled at the sound of crowds, how a hundred different perfectly ordinary conversations could combine to make a continuous din of meaningless noise. I was standing in line when someone nudged my arm with theirs. I turned, and there stood my sister, with Jessica at her side. This was weird. I think it had been literally years since I'd spoken to my sister inside a school building. We never had any classes together, and we even though we shared a car, I was always the one to drive it to and from school because she got a ride from Jessica every day. Once we left the house, we acted like strangers. Of course, we'd been acting like strangers at home too, until very recently. "Hey, little brother." she said cheerily. "Uh, hey little sis." I answered. This was a running joke between us. Around age ten or so, we figured out that one of us had to be the "older" twin, but our parents had decided not to tell us, so we'd never be able to argue about it, or something. And thanks to a lazy or careless nurse at the hospital we were born in, the "time of birth" on our birth certificates were identical. Since we had no way of knowing, we'd both just decided that we must each be the older one, and had stuck to it. It was an old term of endearment that we hadn't used in years, and the fact that it came to me so easily really only served to make this whole thing weirder. "You should sit with us today." she said, smiling and confident. "Um, what? Why?" I said, moving forward with the line. "Because." she said simply. I rolled my eyes at her and she sighed impatiently, as if I was missing something obvious. "Because you're my twin brother, but we never even talk to each other at school. It's ridiculous. Sit with us, come on." she said. I added some stuff to my tray, and moved along some more. "You know, I do have my own friends to sit with." I said. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "Yeah right, do you even like any of those guys? You just sit there and barely say two words to them, I've seen you." she said. There were actually a few different groups of people I sat with, but she was right, I didn't talk to any of them very much. I'd long suspected most of them wouldn't notice if I stopped coming into school altogether, but it didn't bother me. It was enough just to hang out with them, and listen to them talking about whatever was going on with them. It made the meals pass quicker. I shrugged. "I'm not big on talking. They're good company." I said. I reached the end of the line and paid for my food, then stepped off to the side while they did the same. I noticed Jessica hadn't said anything yet. I hadn't seen her since she'd left, Saturday evening. We hadn't gotten a chance to talk about what we'd done, the new step we'd taken, but she'd seemed pretty comfortable with it. It actually made sense that this was happening. The three of us were getting along really well at home, now that Jessica had stopped attacking me every time I walked into a room, but I didn't know any of their other friends. I hate to use an old cliché, but if there were in fact "popular kids" at that school, it was Rose and Jessica they were sitting with. Not that I could name any of them. I tended to avoid high school drama if I could, it just didn't interest me. Rose caught up with me, and I could tell she wasn't going to drop this. "Come on, I'm serious." she said, "You should sit with us. You should meet my other friends, you..." she trailed off. I looked at Jessica, and I could see how uncomfortable this was making her. She was staring down at the floor, not meeting my eye. There was still the huge, unspoken understanding that Jessica was the reason I hadn't been sitting with them all along, and that it was only thanks to our new, secret relationship that things had changed. I looked back at Rose, and I could see the guilt lurking behind her eyes. They wanted to make it up to me for isolating me all those years. At least, Rose did. I actually didn't know what the hell Jessica wanted, except that she clearly didn't want to be standing here having this conversation. As I thought about it, I just decided to go with it. Why the hell shouldn't I eat lunch with my sister, her best friend who I was secretly fucking, and a bunch of people I didn't know? Well, probably a lot of reasons, but I went with it anyway. "Fine." I sighed, "Where are we sitting?" She grinned with victory, and led me over to their usual table. I tried to meet Jessica's eyes, but she didn't look at me. There were only three other people at the circular table, two boys and a girl. Both the guys seemed pretty surprised when they saw me sitting down at the seat Rose guided me towards, sitting opposite the girl, with Rose on my left and one of them on my right. I remembered that the girl's name was Becky. I recognised her from one of my classes, but I couldn't remember which. I'd never paid much attention to her, but she was really pretty, with light brown skin, short black hair, and strangely bright amber eyes. Jessica sat in between her and Rose. Like I said, Becky didn't look surprised as I sat down, just watched me with a small, almost knowing smile that I found weirdly unnerving. "Guys, this is my brother." said Rose as I pulled my chair in. She patted me firmly on the shoulder, as if trying to comfort me. I introduced myself. The guy to the left of Becky gave a silent nod, and quickly looked down at his food. He had jet black hair, and was quite well built, with wide shoulders and defined muscles on his arms that showed through his t-shirt. I'd seem him around, he was easily 6'4 or 6'5 when standing, but I'd never learned his name. The guy to my right slid around the table so we were more spread out, then suddenly stuck his hand out to me, waiting for me to shake it. I took it after only a second of hesitation, ignoring how strange and formal it seemed. "I'm Derek, it's great to meet you buddy." he said as he shook my hand. He was smiling, and seemed to actually mean what he'd said. He had messy blond hair that covered his ears, his fringe swept out of his eyes. "Yeah, you too." I replied, smiling back a little. "I know you." said Becky. I turned to her to find that same knowing smile, her eyes narrowed as if she was trying to remember something. Something about her made me nervous. "Uh, yeah. You're...Becky, right?" I said. "We have...something, together." "Yeeah..." she said slowly. "English, right? Mr. Winters?" I couldn't actually remember if that was true, so I just shrugged. "Well, it's nice to actually meet you, anyway." she said. "Right." I said, smiling nervously. She was the first girl I'd really spoken to in a while. Well, unless you count Rose or Jessica. I suddenly remembered the reason I'd never had a girlfriend until very recently. Hot girls made me nervous. 'Not that I have a girlfriend now', I thought to myself. I'd made it clear with Jessica that she wasn't my girlfriend, so why did I just think of her that way? Had to watch out for that. "Frank." said the guy to her right without looking up. He had a deep voice, but spoke quietly. I didn't know if he was being rude, or if I made him nervous. For some reason it felt like the latter, despite his size. Maybe he just wasn't good at talking to new people. "Hey." I answered. I turned to Rose to see her beaming at me. I rolled my eyes again, and she quickly struck up a conversation with Becky. I sat mostly in silence, eating slowly and letting the conversation wash over me without contributing, like I usually did. Derek, Rose, and Becky talked quickly and comfortably with each other, with Frank chipping in every now and again. Frank's calm demeanour didn't change much, so it was hard to say if he was always like this, or if he was like this because I was here. It felt like he was deliberately avoiding looking at me, but that could have been just because I wasn't talking. Yours Ch. 02 Derek was pretty funny, I found myself laughing or smiling along with most of the jokes he made. He seemed like a warm, friendly person, although he got a little loud sometimes. Becky seemed a little serious, but she had a real sarcastic streak too. I slowly realised that I was probably the least attractive person at the table. I didn't really think they were shallow or anything, but it just became apparent to me that Becky, Derek, and Frank were all just attractive people, objectively. Rose and Jessica too, but I already knew that. What really interested me was Jessica. She hadn't said a word since we sat down and seemed even colder than Frank, barely smiling or laughing at anything. Maybe actually sitting with me and her other friends at the same time reminded her of all the stuff we did together, and it freaked her out. The weird thing was that no one seemed to notice, no one asked her any questions or tried to include her, not even Rose. But it wasn't long before Rose tried to get me to respond. They were talking about some report they had due in for History. I didn't share that class with any of them, but all the classes had to do it, with the deadline being Friday. "Did you get it done yet?" Rose asked Becky. Becky shook her head, taking a drink of coke. "It doesn't seem that hard though, I'll probably get most of it done tonight." she said. "Yeah it's pretty easy." said Derek, "It's meant to be, what like 1,500 words? I only did like a thousand, but it's probably fine." Becky shrugged. "Yeah probably." she said. "What about you," said Rose, turning to me, "Have you started it yet?" I immediately felt nervous again, having to talk, but I mentally shook myself. It was just a conversation. "Well, it's due in Friday. I've got like three whole days, why wouldn't I wait until the very last minute?" I joked. Becky and Rose laughed. "Ha ha yeah, fuck it." said Rose. "Seriously though," I said, feeling confident from the laugh I got, "There are just so many more interesting things I could be doing. And everything's so much more fun when you're ignoring boring shit you have to do." Everyone laughed at that, and out of the corner of my eye I even saw Jessica smile. I said it jokingly, but that was actually how I felt about most things. There was always so many interesting and fun things to do, books to read, movies to watch, not even to mention all the time I spent on the internet. Pretty much every piece of homework I had to do, or test I had to study for, was done the night before, if not the morning of its deadline. Probably why my grades were so overwhelmingly average. "Procrastination is one of life's greatest little pleasures." said Becky sagely, smiling at me. I smiled back, and the conversation moved on. I didn't talk much after that, but I was surprised to find I'd enjoyed myself. When we went to get ready for class, everyone said goodbye, and Derek stressed again how "really great" it was to meet me, the same warm smile on his face. Later, Rose caught up with me at my locker. "See, wasn't that fun?" she said. "It was Ok. Your friends seem cool." I said casually. "Good. That wasn't even all of them, Lissie had some dumb club thing to do today. You'll probably like her." she said. "You have a friend called Lissie? Is that even a name?" I joked. "Alyssa. Lissie. You'll like her." she said. "Oh, and when would I ever meet her?" I said. "Well obviously you're sitting with us tomorrow too." she said smiling, walking away. I'd had fun, but I didn't know if I really wanted to be spending all this time with Rose and Jessica. If we started meeting at lunch, and after school, and on the weekends, then I'd pretty much have no time to myself. I'd already been spending less time alone, and as weird as it sounds, it made me a little uncomfortable. I used to spend all my time alone because I had to, but over the years I'd really come to enjoy my solitude, my privacy. I wasn't really sure if I was ready to give that up. == The next day, they met me at the line in the cafeteria again. Rose had an expression that let me know she wasn't going to give up on this, and again, Jessica looked like she didn't really care. I hadn't spoken to either of them since the day before. When we got to their table, Derek and Becky were already there, as well as a girl I vaguely recognised. It was probably strange not to know the name of everyone other senior by now, but I'd spent so little time outside my own small social groups that I didn't even really have to try to avoid gossip. The groups I hung out with were usually more interested in their own niche hobbies than their classmates. "Oh hey man, what's up?" Derek said, as soon as I sat. Becky was reading a book, and didn't look up to greet me. I looked at the other girl. She was very beautiful, I noticed right away. There really was a pattern here. She had sharp, well defined cheek bones and dark hair that fell past her shoulders, and very fair skin. Her eyes must have been brown, but they were so dark they seemed almost black. "So you're Rose's little brother?" she said, giving me an almost stern, appraising look. "Kinda." I said nervously. "What do you mean 'kinda'? Do you not know if you're her brother?" she said, her voice sarcastic and almost accusing. I felt a swell of nervousness rise up at her aggressive tone, but I met her eye. I was determined not to act as awkward as I'd felt yesterday. Besides, the way she was looking at me was nothing compared to how Jessica had been treating me for years. "I mean we don't actually know who's older." I explained, trying to sound confident, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm her big brother." She raised her eyebrows slightly, before turning to Rose. "You said he was younger than you by like, a few minutes." she said almost angrily, her voice still firm. Rose just shrugged, smiling. The other girl's almost hostile manner didn't seem to bother anyone else. Derek was just watching with what seemed to be a permanent half-smile, and Becky still didn't look up. "He is younger." Rose said eventually, her voice full of humour, "He just won't admit it." They looked at me simultaneously. It was my turn to shrug. "I don't know what to tell you." I said lightly. "My little sister's delusional." There was a half-beat of silence before the girl's cold, stern expression melted into a light, sincere laugh. I smiled, feeling a little rush of confidence that I wasn't used to. I didn't often make people laugh, but I seemed to be pretty good at it. "I'm Lissie." she said, her laugh fading. I felt strangely like I'd passed some sort of test. Again, once I'd gotten my introduction out of the way, I stayed pretty much silent, letting the others talk, and content just to react occasionally. I noticed Frank wasn't here, but I didn't question it. Jessica still hadn't said a word to anyone, and again no one thought this was strange. After a while, Becky flipped her book closed, and looked right up into my eyes. "When did you get here?" she asked, genuinely puzzled. I shrugged, mind racing to think of something vaguely witty to say. "I've been here the whole time." I said, raising one eyebrow. "What?" she asked, her brow wrinkling in confusion. Derek quickly picked up on my joke, and added to it. "Becky, he was sitting there when you got here." he said seriously, as if Becky was missing something obvious. "Really?" she asked, even more confused, "Shit, I didn't even notice." I couldn't help but smile, and Derek suddenly gave a short, loud laugh. She rolled her eyes as she realised we were messing with her. "Oh, whatever." she said, a little embarrassed. Rose and Lissie hadn't noticed this exchange, and Derek and Becky joined right in with their conversation. It was such a small thing, just a simple joke, a little moment of bonding, but it made me feel stupidly good. It had been a while since I'd had an actual, casual conversation with someone who wasn't related to me, or...whatever the fuck Jessica was to me. No long, complicated history or always quietly worrying about hidden meanings or ignoring old guilt. Just light, simple conversation. As the other four talked to each other, Jessica met my eye, and again she was smiling. She seemed embarrassed that I'd noticed her looking at me, and quickly looked down at the table. She was acting so strangely. Lunch passed without much more happening. I still didn't feel exactly comfortable with this group, but I was definitely a lot less nervous. If Rose was really insistent on this, then I thought it would be Ok to keep going along with it. But it slowly became apparent that I just didn't have much to talk to them about. Most of their conversation revolved around other seniors who's names I only vaguely recognised, or TV I didn't watch, or parties I hadn't been to. It made me a little uncomfortable at first, but I figured I could get used to it. == The next day, Rose didn't feel the need to march me towards her table personally, but she waved me over when she saw me looking from the line. It was just Rose and Derek at that point, but it was only a few minutes before Frank, Becky, Lissie and Jessica had all joined. Again, I didn't talk much, just sometimes laughing or making little jokes. Unless the conversation steered towards a teacher I had, or homework I hadn't done yet (which was pretty much all of it), I still didn't really have anything to say. But no one pressured me to talk, or mocked me when I didn't understand a reference. This surprised me at first, until I realised that the only reason I expected it was because of how Jessica had treated me. She'd skewed my perception of social interaction, making it seem so much harsher and more judgemental than it usually was. I smiled when I thought this. I was still figuring out ways that she affected my life. However, that day, Jessica did finally speak, but not to anyone at the table. My eyes widened when I saw him approach, at least 6'3 and walking with a confident swagger. Mike. Jessica's ex. There were two other guys with him, but they didn't seem too interested in what was going on, and were mostly looking around, bored, or talking to each other. There was a slight break in the conversation as each member of the group noticed him, until Jessica turned to see what we were looking at. Her eyes narrowed as he stepped up to her. "Hey guys." he said, looking around the table. There were a few non-committal grunts of greeting, but they were mostly silent. My heart had suddenly started pounding in my chest. I didn't really know this guy. What had Jessica told him when she broke it off with him? Did she mention that there was someone else? Did he know that I was the reason he'd been dumped? "Jessica, baby!" he said, as if surprised to see her, "How've you been?" He said it lightly, but it felt like there was a shadow of anger behind his voice. "What the fuck do you want, Mike?" she said. Her voice was strong and unwavering, though not exactly hostile. Mike seemed a little taken aback at her response. "Aw don't be like that. What happened between us, baby? You used to be so sweet to me." he said mockingly. "Mike, just get the fuck out of here." she said. "I dumped you more than a month ago. This is just sad." I glanced around the table, but no one seemed to really notice what was happening. Rose looked bored and was staring at her phone, occasionally smiling as she read her messages. Becky was reading, and Lissie was toying lazily with her food. Frank and Derek were both eating quietly. There was complete silence, and it was impossible for them not to have noticed what was happening, but none of them reacted. Did they really care so little for Jessica's problems? I looked back up to see Mike staring back at me. "I don't recognise this one." he said, looking me over, "Is this the little faggot you're with now?" Jessica hesitated for a second. "You really think you can handle a hot bitch like her?" he sneered at me, arrogance clear in his voice. "Hey, asshole, I'm over here." said Jessica loudly, pointing to her eyes. He turned back to her, ignoring me. "Actually Mike, there isn't anyone else. At all. Just let that sink in for a minute." she said, her tone venomous. "I would literally rather be completely alone than spend even a second more with you." His eyes widened with anger, but he didn't have a reply. I'd been in that exact situation a hundred times before, and I didn't envy him. His friends were paying attention now, but seemed amused that he'd been rendered speechless. "Why are you still standing there like a slack-jawed moron?" Jessica asked, as if genuinely confused. "Fuck. Off." Mike gave one last furious look around the table, but I was still the only one looking at him. He glared at me for a few seconds before he turned and walked away. I tried to force myself to relax as he left. Looking around, I realised no one else at any surrounding tables had even noticed the exchange. They'd been talking at a normal volume, but for some reason it had felt like they were shouting at each other. Two strong wills rising up and locking horns. Why did I feel so threatened, so afraid of their exchange? I guess I liked the idea of being superior to Mike, but seeing him in person had really put me on edge. Jessica watched him leave, then turned to me and shot me an almost apologetic look before looking away again. The silence stretched. "What day is it?" said Becky suddenly. "Thursday." answered Rose in a monotone, without looking up. "Shit! That History thing is for tomorrow, isn't it?"she asked me, looking panicked. "Uh, yeah." I said. "Fuck! I was going to go out tonight!" she moaned. "Oh yeah, with who? Or did you forget to ask for his name?" asked Lissie, smiling. "Shut up, you bitch." Becky moaned, slumping down in her chair. The conversation quickly moved on, Derek and Rose joining in. I was so confused by what had happened. Had I just imagined that entire exchange between Jessica and Mike? Was it not worthy of some small comment? Everyone seemed just as relaxed as they had before, and the only difference I noticed was Rose shooting Jessica a small, reassuring smile, which was returned. Pretty soon lunch ended, and we all headed out to our lockers. Becky stopped by mine as she passed. "So did you get that report done?" she asked, sighing. "No." I answered, "But then I was always planning to do it tonight anyway." "Oh yeah." she said, laughing. "Well, later." She turned to leave. "Wait." I said quickly. "What was up with Jessica and Mike today?" "Oh right, I guess you don't know what happened between them?" she asked, smiling. "Well, I know a little bit. I mean, I know she broke up with him a while ago, but just...I don't know, wasn't it weird how...hostile they were being?" I asked. She looked confused. "Not really." she said, as if it was obvious, "I mean, haven't you known Jessica for like, years? She's always like that. Or she's just quiet." "Well, I know she was always like that when we were younger, but...I don't know, it just seems weird. And why didn't anyone even mention what happened?" I asked. She shrugged. "Because it happens." she said, "Seriously, all of Jessica's conversation is like...forty percent silence, forty percent being a bitch, and like..." she trailed off. "Twenty?" I prompted, smiling. "Shut up." she said, returning my smile, "Twenty percent being, like, normal. We didn't say anything about it because we're used to it. It's not usually Mike, but sometimes just some guy who won't stop asking her out, or some girl that hates her, or even one us. She's cool and all, but she's just kind of a bitch. You just get used to it." She shrugged again. I wasn't really surprised by this news. I'd learned a while ago that her apparent hatred of me growing up wasn't special, but rather just how she acted around everyone who she wasn't very close with. "How did you not know this already?" Becky asked. "I kind of did..." I said, "I guess I just assumed she'd be different around her friends." She shrugged again. She did that a lot. Her eyes flashed with sudden challenge as she looked at me again. "Wait, do you know why they broke up?" she asked. "Do you not?" I asked. "No! She just keeps saying that she got tired of him, but we all think it's something else. Rose said something last Thursday at the party at Josh's, after she'd had a few drinks. They're both being really secretive about it all though." she said. I hadn't been aware of Rose or Jessica going to any parties, I didn't even know who "Josh" was. As I thought about it, I remembered that Rose did actually spend most Thursdays out late. Our parents didn't mind. We didn't even have a curfew, but if we stayed out too late and couldn't get up for school, they wouldn't cover for us or write us any notes or anything, it was on us. They occasionally gave us little lectures about responsibility and their expectations of us, and stuff like that. But the most important thing to them had always been developing our independence. Our lack of curfew never mattered to me, and I guess Rose never got home at a crazy late hour so it hadn't been an issue. I hadn't realised she'd been drinking though. "So?" Becky said eventually, pulling me from my thoughts. "So...what?" I said. "So, why did they really break up?" she asked, excited. I didn't know why they'd decided to keep the information of Mike's...shortcomings...to themselves, but it wasn't really my place to say, even if I didn't like the guy. "Oh, she just got sick of him being an asshole. I thought that was obvious." I said. She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. "You know something." she accused. I raised one eyebrow. "But," she said lightly, "We're going to be late for class, probably. Later." She gave a little wave, and walked away. It was strange to think there was more to Jessica's social life than I'd learned about before. And I hadn't realised that Mike was still a factor in her life at all. Going along with my sister's plans was already starting to yield some benefits. == The next day I sat with them again. The mood was normal, and I noted that I was already comfortable enough to notice what "normal" was for this group. Lissie and Becky exchanged some somewhat catty and sarcastic remarks, Frank didn't talk much, occasionally making some small comment, Derek was cheerful and funny, and Rose was...well, Rose. Out of the three of us; Rose, Jessica, and I, she seemed to be the only one that acted the same no matter who she was with. She was pretty much the same when we were alone as she was when Jessica was with us, and it was the same at school. It was cool to notice that. She was just comfortable being herself wherever she was. I'd stayed up until 3 am the night before rushing through the History report, and we all discussed what we'd put in and what we hadn't. Jessica actually contributed a little to this part of the conversation too, which again, no one but me thought was strange. It seemed that no matter what point any of us made, Jessica claimed to have made some reference to it in her work. She then brought up some points that none of us had discussed yet, or thought about. And then she told us that she'd handed it in a week ago, which was met with eye rolls and sighs, which she didn't even react to. I knew Jessica got good grades, but I didn't know how hard she actually worked at it. School work and relationships had never come up when it was just the three of us, and I felt myself smile as I thought about this. I kept learning new little things about her, each one adding to the image I had of her, which I realised was actually quite shallow. I knew deep, personal things about her that not even her best friend knew, but I didn't know simple things like which subjects at school she liked, or what kind of food she enjoyed. Yours Ch. 02 For some reason it still made me uncomfortable to think about her like this. I pushed the idea out of my head, and ignored it. This was something I was usually pretty good at, just ignoring thoughts that bothered me. It was probably something that stemmed from a life spent in procrastination, all that practice ignoring the work I still had to do. Hell, two weeks ago I'd managed to forget about Jessica coming to my room altogether, just because it was too uncomfortable to think about. I shook my head slightly as I realised my thoughts were heading down that same path again. I didn't need to think about that kind of stuff, about what she meant to me. As long as she kept coming to my room, I'd be able to enjoy myself. Smiling, I thought about what I had planned for her that night. == Jessica came to the house around 7 pm, again earlier than she used to. She was completely different from how she was at school, and a lot more like she'd been around me these last few weekends, comfortable and fun. The change in her was pretty startling. No one mentioned Mike's little visit on Thursday, and I certainly wasn't going to bring it up. However Rose did have something interesting to say after we'd been talking for a few hours. "So what do you think about Becky?" she asked. I shrugged, then smiled as I remembered Becky's own habit of doing that. "She seems cool." I said. "Do you think you'd want to go out with her?" she asked bluntly. "What?" Jessica and I said, in unison. I glanced at Jessica. She didn't look too happy. "She was asking about you." Rose said, "I mean, she didn't really say anything but..." She trailed off. "I think she's interested in you, a little." she finished with a smirk. I really didn't know how to react to this. I decided casual sarcasm would be the best option. "So...what, she asks some questions about me, and you suddenly think we should get married?" I asked. Rose rolled her eyes, and Jessica just sat there. She didn't meet my eye, but she seemed to have a certain tension around her, she was holding herself just a little too stiff, trying not to show a reaction. "I'm just saying." Rose continued, "You're not with anyone, and she isn't either...not right now, anyway. I'm not saying you should just walk up and ask her out, but if you play your cards right...I don't know. I think she might actually agree to go out with you." She said this with a strange kind of optimism, almost as if she were explaining that if I buy enough lottery tickets, I might actually win. Before this thing with Jessica, I probably would have jumped at even this chance for a relationship with a girl as hot as Becky, but now... "Oh, do you want her number?" Rose asked, as if the thought just occurred to her, "You can call and make up some reason, just, you know, be cool about it and-" "No thanks." I said sharply, cutting her off. She looked confused, and I saw Jessica visibly relax next to her. "Come on," Rose said, as if trying to comfort me, "You don't have to be nervous about it. If you like her...I mean, there's no reason she wouldn't want to go out with you. You know, if she gets to know you a little better." I actually smiled as I felt the anger rise up in me a little. This had gone from "What do you think of Becky?" to "I'm sure she wouldn't be completely repulsed by you." in the space of three sentences. "I don't-" I started, but I stopped quickly. There was a little too much anger in my voice. I knew that she was probably trying to look out for me, in a weird way. She'd left me pretty much alone for so many years, now that she finally saw an opportunity for us to be close again, she was jumping on it, trying to get me close to her friends, too. Or maybe she just pitied me, and thought if I had some real friends, and could convince some poor girl to date me, that I'd be happier. It didn't really matter what she wanted. I didn't want to sidle up to someone in the desperate hope they'd agree to be seen with me. I knew, even then, that it was mostly just my own anger and insecurities that were guiding me, but I made up my mind pretty quickly. Plus I had Jessica. She wasn't my girlfriend, but we had sex, and wasn't that the whole point? I found myself actually considering the idea of a real, public girlfriend, with no domination and control. Would it be so terrible? In any case, it was time to put this idea on ice for a while. "I'm good, thanks." I said, forcing a smile, "I mean, I hardly know her. Maybe after I hang out with you guys for a little longer..." I shrugged and looked away, acting shy. Rose smiled, and seemed to be satisfied with my answer. Jessica finally met my eye, but I really had no idea what she was thinking. The conversation moved on, and I soon forgot about it. I was more interested in the plans I had for Jessica. I excused myself around 11 pm, eager for Jessica to visit me. == She knocked on my door just after 1 am. I'd started reading to pass the time, one of my favourite books. "Come in." I said. I was actually kind of annoyed to see her. It was coming up to the climax of the story, and despite looking forward to tonight I didn't want to stop reading just yet. I smiled, realising that I didn't have to stop for her. I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to with her, wasn't that the point? I looked over at her, standing by the door, waiting. She was wearing a pink bra with a white floral pattern, and matching panties. I didn't know a lot about women's underwear, but they looked expensive. I watched her for a while, taking in the small details of her beautiful body. Her toenails were painted the exact same shade of pink as her underwear. I loved how much effort she'd been going to just to look sexy for me. I finally met her eyes. She was staring back at me, waiting for some sort of reaction. "Are those new?" I asked. She nodded quickly, waiting for approval. "They look good." I said, letting my gaze move down her body again. She smiled that shy smile. "Thanks." she said. I turned back to my book. "Take them off. Get on your knees." I said simply. She hesitated for a few seconds before I heard her move to obey me. I focused on the book in front of me, continuing from where I'd been interrupted. The pages I wanted to read should have taken me only a few minutes; I spent a lot of free time reading, so I was pretty fast, but I took my time with it. I felt a little glow of satisfaction at being able to make her wait like this. Such a small thing, but such an obvious expression of the power I held over her. It was so hard not to look at her, to see her reaction. After maybe 10 minutes, I finished the chapter and put the book down. When I finally turned to look at her, she was gazing back at me, watching me. She was on her knees, naked, and slouched over. I expected her to be impatient and anxious, but she seemed calm, content to just kneel. "Sit up straight." I said. She moved quickly to fix her posture, her expression never changing. I watched her for another few seconds. "Come here." I said. She moved to stand, and on an impulse I blurted out, "No." She looked up at me again, and without hesitation leaned forward into a crawl. She crawled over to her usual place, and sat up on her knees again. "Good girl." I said. I sat up and shifted down the bed, before standing beside her. I quickly pulled off my t-shirt and pants, but I kept my boxers on. I sat on the edge of the bed and rested my hand on her head. Without being asked, she moved in between my legs, eyes dancing between my face and crotch. It occurred to me that she'd still barely talked. "Why so quiet, tonight?" I asked. She looked confused. "You...you said I can't talk unless I-" she said. "Oh that!" I said lightly, cutting her off, "Don't worry about that. I'll tell you when I want you to shut up." She nodded again, and relief spread across her face. "Ok. Thank you." she said. I smiled and ran my fingers through her hair. I loved how she thanked me for things like this, and that she sounded so sincere. "I really liked hanging out with you this week." she said quickly, as if afraid I was about to stop her from talking. "At school, I mean. It was Rose's idea, but I was kinda hoping it would happen." "You didn't seem too happy about it." I said. She smiled nervously. "Yeah, well, it was nice just...sitting with you. I mean...I'm not "big on talking" either, at least not around those guys. " she said. I suppressed a smile at hearing her repeat my offhand comment from days ago. She really paid attention. "They're your friends, aren't they?" I asked. She shrugged, causing her firm, heavy boobs to jiggle the slightest bit. "I guess they're more...Rose's friends, you know? I don't really get along with...well, anyone..." she said, smiling and forcing a laugh. She really seemed self-conscious about this whole thing. I'd never thought of her as anything other than popular before, it was so strange to consider that she might not really have any friends except Rose. I decided to change the topic, we could discuss the intricacies of our blossoming group dynamics when she wasn't naked, and I wasn't half-hard. "Well you're not here to talk about lunch, are you?" I said. She smiled and shook her head, eager to drop the subject. "What are you here for?" I asked, gently taking her by the chin. "I'm...I'm here to be with you." she said. "Just to be with me?" I asked mockingly, "Is that all you want?" She swallowed. It was always like this at first. So slow to accept my prompting, her sentences filled with hesitation and pauses. "Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said firmly. She smiled suddenly, and relief washed across her face. She was familiar with this command already. "I want to suck your cock." she said, smiling. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, and twisted. She closed her eyes tight and let out that breathy moan that I knew expressed a mixture of pain and lust. "You know what you have to do." I said. She opened her eyes, and they locked right on to mine. "Please." she said, her voice solid and sure, "Please let me suck your cock." I pulled harder, and she squealed and twisted underneath my hand. I really liked pulling her hair. It seemed so weird the first time I'd done it, just impulsively wanting to hurt her, but now it felt so right. Like holding her by the jaw, or making her wait before I would even talk to her; it was just another little sign of my power over her. She completely accepted the pain I gave her, and had long since stopped trying to struggle or free herself. "Please." she choked out, her voice becoming soft with emotion, "Please let me suck your cock. I want to swallow your cum, and...and feel you in my throat. Please...please..." I released her, and stroked her softly across the head, fixing down the hair I'd just abused. "Good girl." I said. I moved back on the bed, and rested on my knees, and Jessica wasted no time in climbing on with me. She straddled my legs and slid her fingers under the waistband of my boxers, then stopped. She met my eye, unsure if she was allowed to continue. I smiled, and nodded. She seemed to relax as she slid my underwear down to my thigh, releasing my semi-erect cock. She let out a little moan of excitement and quickly wrapped both hands around it, her fingers gently squeezing. She pushed the tip to her lips, lightly kissing it, before taking it into her mouth and slowly moving her tongue around it. She pushed in harder with her fingers as I got harder, and she licked faster, around and around. Soon I was rock hard, and she backed up to look at it. She devoured every inch with her eyes, and I felt myself smile again as I watched her fascination with my cock. She met my eye and returned my smile, self-consciously. It was strange to see her still acting shy, considering what we'd done, and what she was doing. She licked her lips and turned her attention back to my swollen dick. After just staring for a few seconds, she gently pushed her tongue to the base of the shaft, right where it met my scrotum, and began to slowly lick upwards. I let out a small sigh of pleasure, and when she reached the top she opened her mouth to take me in again. "Stop." I said. She looked up at me quickly, a look of panic flashing across her face. "Don't put in inside, just yet." I said. "Just use your tongue, and lips." She smiled, relieved that I wasn't going to scold her. She pulled my cock towards her lips with both hands, and began to plant soft, light kisses along the shaft, from top to bottom. I loved it when she did this. It was something I'd never told her to do, and physically it didn't feel all that great, but there was something so fucking erotic about seeing her kiss my dick, like she really loved it. Like she was worshipping it. After a few minutes of small kisses and licks, she wrapped her hands around the base again, and slowly licked around head. "Stop." I said again. She looked up quickly, confused. "Don't use your hands." I said. She didn't smile this time, but nodded quickly. She put her hands on my legs, leaving my cock pointing straight out from my body, and started to lick the shaft again. She was having trouble with this new command, it looked like. She had to completely move her body and head in order to get give me the same amount of sensation as before. After only half a minute, she reached out and took hold of the base again, pressing the head against her tongue. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled hard. Her hands jumped to her sides immediately as she realised what she'd done. "Fuck, I'm sorry!" she squealed. I gripped her chin hard with my other hand and held her there. I watched her, savouring her terrified expression. I pulled her hair harder for a few seconds before releasing her. "Don't use your hands." I repeated. She nodded, smoothing down her hair where I'd pulled it, and leaned back to my cock. She moved less confidently now, as if afraid to make a mistake. I lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me. She slowly began again, licking and sometimes kissing all around the shaft and head. I soon found myself clenching my jaw in frustration. It felt good, but I needed more stimulation. I knew that I was essentially teasing myself as well as her, and I didn't know how much more of these gentle sensations I could put up with. I remembered my orgasm from the previous week, and how it felt so much better because I'd delayed it. I held on for minutes, constantly resisting the urge to grab her head and fuck her hot little throat. Just as I thought my will was about to break, I felt the incredible relief of her warm, wet lips spreading over the head of my cock as she took me into her mouth. She gripped the base tight with her fingers, and started to bounce her head lower and lower down my shaft. I grunted with pleasure and pushed my cock deeper into her mouth before I realised she'd disobeyed me. I sat up and grabbed her hair with my left hand, pulling her off my cock. She let out a whine of confusion and disappointment, but quickly sat up at my guidance. Her lips were covered with spit. I looked into her eyes and saw that she had already started to get that dazed look that submission gave her. My body pulsed with anger, both at myself and at her, and without thinking I struck out at her, slapping her hard across her right cheek. Her head jerked to the side with the force and there was a moment of intense silence before she turned back to me. I actually didn't connect with her all that well but it definitely stung, and it shocked her. She was paying attention now. Her eyes were wide, and I could see tears brewing. I released her and quickly leaned back. I hadn't planned to hit her like that. I'd lost my temper. I took a few seconds to calm myself, before pulling my boxers up and getting off the bed. "I'm sorry, I just-" she started, her voice shaking. "Shut up." I said, cutting her off. I walked towards the closet on the opposite end of the room from the door. "I just-" she continued. I looked sharply back at her, and she quickly brought a hand up to cover her own mouth, realising that I'd given her a command. I slid one of the closet doors open. I saw it just where I'd left it, a black leather belt hanging from the rail. I quickly undid it and walked back to the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw what I was holding, and her hand had moved to rest on her face where I'd hit her. "Bend over." I said. She didn't hesitate for a second, just turned and pushed her face into the mattress. "I told you not to use your hands." I said, forcing myself to sound calm. "I told you not to put it in your mouth." I sat behind her on the bed. I felt the weight of the belt in my hands, and it suddenly struck me what she thought was going to happen. I looked down at the length of thick, heavy leather. I wasn't going to hit her with it. That thought hadn't even occurred to me. But I imagined it then, the damage it could do, the sounds she would make. Hard leather meeting soft flesh. What would that sound like? What would it feel like? I wasn't going to hit her with it. It would be...agony, for her. I couldn't do that to her. At least...not yet. I took a deep, steady breath, and forced myself away from these darker thoughts. "Put your hands behind your back." I said roughly. She quickly threw her arms back, and I used my free hand to guide them into the position I wanted, folded behind her back, one on top of the other. I quickly wrapped the belt twice around her arms, binding them together. Trying to steady myself, I threaded the end through the buckle, and pulled hard. My hands were once again shaking with excitement, and I fumbled with it for a few seconds before I could begin to fasten it. I'd chosen this belt for a reason. It didn't fasten with holes, like most belts, but instead had small clamp that could click shut at any length, making it perfect for this. It was a strange design choice that I'd never seen before, and I didn't use this belt because it felt strange to fasten around my waist, but it popped into my head as soon as I got the idea to tie her up. I pulled the belt until it seemed to push into her arms. "Can you get out of this?" I asked. She struggled for a few seconds, and managed to slide her arms free. I guided her into the same position, and tightened the belt until it was biting hard into her flesh. She gasped, but I ignored her. "How about now?" I asked. She wriggled and struggled for a few seconds, but it was clear that it was too tight for her to move. "Good." I said, clicking the clasp shut. This would ensure she couldn't use her hands any more, but I still had to punish her. I reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling hard. "I want you to count to..." I paused, letting her wonder. "Five." She let out a little groan, just as I brought my hand to her ass in a hard slap. She gasped with pain, but didn't wait more than a few seconds before squealing out. "One!" I spanked her again, and again she wasted no time in counting. She counted out quickly, much faster than she had before, waiting no more than a few seconds after each stinging slap. I hit her hard and fast, and too soon she whimpered out, "Ff...five." I had to stop myself from spanking her again, my hand was already in the air. I realised I'd been pulling on her hair the whole time too. I literally shook my head, trying to get a hold on the situation. I'd been so looking forward to tying her up like this, but in my eagerness I'd rushed through it. I sat back on the bed and tried to get my breath back. Yours Ch. 02 Just then, my phone rang. I looked at it and it was my best friend Ivory. I picked up and was totally floored at what she had to tell me. She was flying into Baltimore in about 6 hours and wondered if we'd pick her up. Hell yeah we would, that would be perfect timing. I couldn't believe my luck, getting to spend time with my two best friends and right away the ideas in my head started spinning out of control. A few months prior, Doug told about a fantasy/dream that he had and it involved me and him and another woman. He had told me about it in great detail and I had filled Ivory in on it one day saying how I would love to make this fantasy a reality for him. She thought it was a great idea, but I had been quick to point out that if she and I took this on that she could do anything and everything except get fucked by him. That was my job! She just laughed at me and told me that cupid had certainly shot me in the ass with an arrow. So, I got off the phone and told him that we would need to go to the airport to get Ivory when we got to Baltimore. He was excited too, because we had all been online friends for a while. We talked a lot about her while we drove and I wondered if we were going to get 2 rooms or just 1. He thought it best to get adjoining suites. That was just fine with me because I knew I wanted some alone time with him, which was the whole point of the trip anyway. It was going on 9pm and we had been driving for 12 hours and we were both hungry so we started looking for someplace to stop to eat. It wasn't long before we found a steakhouse and pulled off to have supper. The place was nice; tablecloths on the table were just long enough to hide my hands and what they were up to. I was teasing him mercilessly as we perused the menu and then waited for our food. There's just nothing like being in public, with the excitement of getting caught, and having an amazing cock in your hand while trying not to give anything away with your facial expressions. The only bad part of it was when he slid his hand up under my skirt and began to tease me because I am very ticklish and jumpy. I bit the inside of my cheek a lot to keep from crying out or moaning or making a total fool of myself. What I really wanted to do was slide under the table and suck him off, but thought better of it for the time being. We finished our meal and got back on the road and I couldn't hold back any longer, I wanted my dessert. I unbuttoned his shorts and leaned over to take his hard cock into my mouth and knew that this time I wouldn't be stopping until I had him cumming. I slid my tongue up and down the length of him and sucked on the head of his cock like a lollipop. Then I took him deep into my mouth and caressed his balls with my tongue while hollowing out my cheeks sucking on him. He was so ready, I could feel his balls start to tighten up and I sucked him harder and deeper, just willing him to reward me. It wasn't much longer and he did and I was actually amazed he kept the car on the road. I swallowed every bit of his offering and then trailed my tongue up over his stomach and then moved to his neck and sucked and nibbled a bit before kissing him full on the lips and settling back into my seat. "Fuck, that was nice baby, thank you." "Oh it was most certainly my pleasure," I purred. By this time, we were far enough into the trip that he was telling me all about the scenery and I was hearing more stories of his life adventures. I could listen to him talk for hours on end and soaked in everything he told me. Butterflies were stirring in my stomach the closer we got, I am not sure why. Maybe because this fantasy was starting to feel like more of a reality and I was just so excited about the days that were ahead. The last couple of hours flew by with us talking and we were soon pulling into the hotel, we had to check in and then I realized that there was no way we could go to the airport in the Vette and have us all get back to the hotel. I questioned him about this and he told me not to worry, he made a phone call and it wasn't long before we were met outside the hotel by a limo. I had never been in a limo before and was totally blown away; I knew Ivory was going to just die over this one. We got to the airport and found out that the flight from England was on time and we only had a little while to wait, so we went and got coffee and settled into the chairs to wait for Ivory to appear. I saw her first and emotion took over and the tears started to flow as I ran over to greet her. She looked amazing and I had waited so long to meet her. We hugged and she saw my tears and her own started. Formal introductions were made all around as we went to get her luggage. Smart woman, she had packed light as well. That made me smile; I knew she had remembered about Doug's dream and our talks of making it a reality. After such a long day of traveling, we were all exhausted and couldn't wait to get to the hotel. Our rooms were gorgeous and we decided we'd order a bottle or two of wine, settle ourselves and have a few drinks together before calling it a night. Room service brought the wine and we settled into easy conversation, but the alcohol combined with the high sexual tension was making us all a bit antsy. Ivory was gracious enough to excuse herself to her room, claiming jet lag and left Doug and I alone. As the door between our rooms closed, I grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bathroom where I began to undress him slowly. I kissed each inch of exposed skin as I peeled his clothes off and reached into the shower and turned on the hot water. He took the hint quickly and began undressing me, following his hands with his tongue. We stepped into the shower and animalistic lust took over as he lifted my right thigh and settled me right onto his throbbing hard shaft. My back was against the wall of the shower and to steady myself against his height, my left foot was braced on the edge of the tub. My arms were wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders and our tongues danced against each other as he fucked me hard. He brought me to at least three mind-numbing orgasms before he came and we finished our shower by washing each other. After toweling off, we fell into bed, more exhausted than before but with smiles on our faces. He held me close and soon we were both asleep. Yours Ch. 03 I awoke the next morning from another amazing fantasy dream only to find that once again I wasn't dreaming. This man never ceases to surprise and amaze me. My legs were spread and his tongue was flicking across my clit and the sensation running through my body was making me shiver. I tried hard to keep myself still and pretend as if I hadn't woken up yet, but I swear he knows me so well already. He stopped long enough to look up and say good morning before his tongue slid deep into my pussy. Oh lordy, that man knows how to please a woman! It didn't take long for me to share my nectar with him as my entire body shook with release. He kissed and licked his way up my stomach and stopped to grab each nipple between his teeth. One at a time he sucked on them and made them so incredibly hard that they hurt. And then he continued up to my neck and shoulders, kissing and nibbling. I had goose bumps and wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him to me. He entered me easily and we made love slowly and deliberately. We kissed and nibbled and my hands roamed his back, making their way down and I ran my fingernails all over his tight ass. I felt him shiver just a bit before we climaxed together. We were sitting up in bed smoking when there was a knock at the adjoining door. We had left it unlocked for Ivory the night before and Doug called out for her to come in. She walked in with a knowing smile on her face and winked at me before asking if we were going to eat this morning or if she was supposed to fend for herself. He said to give us an hour and he'd take us both out for breakfast. So we got up to get ready and within an hour, we were back in the limo and on our way to breakfast. We had an incredible day, did quite a bit of sight seeing and shopping, drank quite a bit after lunch and into the evening and just enjoyed each other's company. We ordered in pizza that night and drank our way through the night, laughing and having just an amazing time. Ivory and I had talked and decided that since we were going out on Friday and Saturday nights, we'd choose one of those nights to make Doug's fantasy dream come true. The next two days were a flurry of shopping, sightseeing, and a whole lot of drinking, and our nights were filled with amazing sexcapades. I believe a few times, I heard noises coming from Mz Ivory's room, but I was too enthralled in what was happening in my room to pay too much attention and we rarely had any time to talk among ourselves for me to get the scoop. That is until Friday morning dawned. We were planning quite the shopping trip, Doug had offered to buy dresses for our evenings out, and he wanted to make sure we got something really sexy. I had a few qualms about him paying, but every time I tried to protest he silenced me with a kiss. Hmmm, maybe that's why I protested so much!! Ivory called our room and said she'd meet us down at the limo in time to leave. What an eyeful we got when Doug and I got down to the limo!! There, bent over the hood was none other than Mz Ivory and Carlos, the limo driver, was fucking her. Ok, so I had noticed how hot he was immediately. He had dark, black, flowing locks of hair that reached the middle of his back and his deep brown eyes were almost as dark as mine. He had a strong jaw and was built very nicely. All of a sudden, I knew what she had been doing every night to occupy her time. I glanced at Doug who was standing there with his mouth hanging open and motioned for us to go back inside and wait a while. He was so ready to shout something out, but I tugged on his arm and pulled him back. Fits of laughter overtook us and we became spectators at the small window. At least I knew she hadn't been bored thus far. Carlos and Ivory straightened their clothes and it was so funny to watch him resume his role as he opened the door for her to get into the limo. Doug and I waited an extra couple of minutes before going out to get in ourselves. The minute we sat down, Doug opened his mouth. "Ivory are you enjoying yourself? You're not too bored at night are you? Tell me, have you ever fucked on the hood of a limousine before?" I thought I was going to choke on the laughter as her eyes widened and her cheeks reddened. "OH LAWDY!! Fuck you Doug," she said laughing. "Oh honey, I am so glad you're having a good time," I told her, still laughing my ass off. "More than I ever thought possible," she said with a smile. The day progressed and we shopped like crazy. Ivory got an incredibly slinky emerald green dress that matched her eyes for St. Patrick's Day and I got a matching one in shimmery blue. And then for Saturday's evening out, we went for simple, sexy, black dresses with keyhole openings in the bodice and cut outs on the sides. The dresses had no backs and were extremely short. In the dressing room, we had decided that Saturday night would be the night we would come back to the hotel and begin with a strip tease, move on to lap dances and then fulfill Doug's fantasy. We went back to the hotel to get ready for our evening out. Carlos followed Ivory to her room and we agreed to meet up in a few hours and after invites from all three of us, Carlos agreed to be Ivory's date for the evening. I was so glad we were going out later, I had gone all day without some part of Doug being inside of me and I was craving him. Before our door was even shut, I was pulling his clothes off him. All I could think about was pushing him onto the bed and ravishing his gorgeous body. Once again, the sex with him was amazing, and jumping into the shower after only turned us on again. I was wishing that this didn't have to come to an end, but reality has a way of sneaking up and slapping you in the face when you least expect it. So, I just tried to concentrate on what I had left of my time with him. Stepping from the shower, we toweled dry and Doug went into the room to get ready while I stayed in the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I made sure no hair was out of place and that my makeup was flawless, these next two nights would be ones to remember forever. I stepped from the bathroom just wrapped in a fluffy terrycloth robe and saw him sitting in the chair by the window, he was watching the news and he literally took my breath away. He was dressed to the nines in a black tux with a shirt to match the blue of my dress, he glanced up and his eyes twinkled. He winked at me and his dimples grew as his Colgate smile lit up the room. "Maybe we should stay in tonight," I said softly. "I don't think so baby, I am taking you out and showing you a good time." "Each moment with you has already been fabulous!" I replied. He just smiled again and told me to finish getting ready or we'd be late. I grabbed my dress and shoes and went back into the bathroom. I must admit, when I looked at my reflection, I truly did not recognize the person staring back at me. I had never before seen such a radiant light in my eyes and I was happy for once with my reflection, I only hoped Doug was pleased. Timidly, I stepped out of the bathroom and looked around the empty room. My heart sank; I didn't know where he had gone. But then I noticed the adjoining door to Ivory's room was open and I heard Doug and Carlos laughing. I threw my shoulders back and strode into the room with confidence. Ivory must have still been getting ready because I didn't see her anywhere. The men had their backs to me and as I stopped, Ivory walked out of the bathroom. She looked amazing, our eyes locked across the room and the guys stopped talking to look up at her. Carlos immediately rose and strode over to her to kiss her cheek. Doug turned around and looked me up and down with a slow smile playing at his lips before coming toward me. "Maybe we should stay in," he whispered in my ear before kissing me softly. "Not a chance now," I laughed. I felt giddy. I put my arm through his and we headed toward the door. Carlos had called in for someone to drive for us tonight and I threw a glance back over my shoulder at Ivory and winked. She was radiating beauty and grace and the smile on her face could have melted a glacier. It was so amazing to see her so happy. Dinner was incredible. We enjoyed some fine wines and the conversation was light and friendly. We decided to hit some clubs for dancing and a whole lot of drinking for the remainder of the evening. At the last place we were at, Carlos told us that he could drive for us the next night, but that he was unable to join us as Ivory's date, which was okay because Ivory and I had plans for Doug. We shared a knowing smile and Doug raised an inquiring eyebrow to which I only smiled and winked at him. Our evening was wonderful, we had a lot of laughs, danced a lot and drank more than I thought possible. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel and tear his clothes off and spend the rest of the night, into the morning hours making love to him. Ivory kept glancing at Carlos and I could tell she was ready to get him back to her room as well, so I made the suggestion that we call it a night. Doug and I said our goodnights to Carlos and Ivory in the hall and went into our room. Before the door even closed, he had me in his arms, his lips on mine as his fingers began unzipping my dress. It fell to the floor as I removed his tie before working the buttons on his shirt. As much as I wanted to just rip it from his body, I also wanted to take my own sweet time, teasing and tasting him. My tongue traced each new exposed area of skin as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed his jacket and shirt off his broad shoulders. With my heels still on, I could reach most of him with my mouth. My fingers splayed across his chest, tangling in his chest hair as I moved behind him and paid lip service to his back. My hands trailed down to his waistband and I slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them from his hips, my mouth and tongue still following the path of his clothes. I nibbled the backs of his knees and moved around in front of him again as I slowly licked my way up the front of his thighs. His cock was throbbing and seemed to be searching for the warmth of my mouth, but I only placed a small kiss on the head of it before standing up and wrapping my arms around his neck. His tongue sought mine as we moved toward the bed and he gently pushed me down against the pillows. He bent to remove my heels and began kissing his way up my body from my ankles. Each time his lips touched my skin, shivers ran through my body like an electrical current. By the time he had his lips on my neck, I was so wet and ready for him to be inside of me, I was begging him 'please'. Slowly, with his right knee, he pushed my legs apart and began to enter me. Ever so gently and slowly, he slid his cock deep into my velvety wetness and then just as slowly, he pulled all the way back out. His eyes never left mine as he repeated this a few times, knowing he was driving me insane. I couldn't take it anymore; I pushed at his shoulders and rolled him over onto his back. Bending over him, I lowered my mouth to his cock and took him deep into my mouth, tasting myself on him. His hands wound in my hair as he moaned in pleasure. I licked and sucked him, swirling my tongue around every part of his rock hard manhood. I looked up to see him watching me as I rolled his balls around in my left hand as my right hand sought out my own wetness. Slipping two fingers over my hardened clit and into my pussy, I pulled them out and slid my middle finger back to his ass. Slowly, I circled it around before pushing it in just a bit and eliciting a low groan from him. His hands tugged at my hair, trying to pull me away from his cock, so slowly, I let it slide from my lips. He moved his hands to my tits and his thumbs circled my erect nipples and I slid up his body, positioning my hips just over his. Like a magnet, his cock sought my opening and in an instant, he was filling me again. We made love for an hour, slow and sensual, sharing many kisses and he brought me to countless orgasms before joining me with his own. The sunlight was peeking through the curtains as we fell asleep in each other's arms. Saturday was beautiful. The sun was shining, the weather was warm, and I woke up to a smiling Doug offering me Starbucks. Ahhh, that orgasm in a cup as I call it. He must have gotten up a while ago, he was showered and shaved and dressed for the day. I sat up and leaned against the headboard and took my Triple Venti Caramel Macchiato from him with a 'thank you'. He had a news channel on again. I don't know how the man does it, but he is a news junkie! He settled down next to me on the bed and pulled a sack from the floor. Inside were Cinnamon Crunch bagels from Panera. This had to be too good to be true. Again, I thanked him and sat back to enjoy my breakfast in bed. We ate and drank in silence, him watching the news and me watching him. Every once in a while, he'd glance over and smile, and I would melt in his eyes. I finished my coffee and headed for the shower. I had no idea what today had in store, but decided since we were going out later, I'd wait to spend a lot of time on my hair, so I just piled it loosely on top of my head and applied some light makeup. I dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a cream-colored tank with a short-sleeved, denim, button down, shirt over the top. Just as I was finishing up, I heard Ivory come into the room. I came out of the bathroom and walked up behind her and kissed her lightly on the neck. Doug's eyes just about popped out of his head as Ivory turned and kissed me full on the lips. I smiled up at her knowing that our day of fun and fantasy fulfillment had just begun. Our day was spent in DC; we went to the International Spy Museum and the Holocaust Memorial Museum. What an amazing time we had! The day seemed to fly by and before I knew it, we were headed back to the hotel to get ready for our evening out. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Doug told us to pack up our things before we left; he had already checked us out of the hotel. I looked at him quizzically, but he only smiled and said "it's a surprise baby, don't worry about it." We packed our suitcases and got ready for the evening. Ivory and I in our matching black dresses and Doug looking amazing as always, we headed down to meet Carlos at the car. Our luggage had already been loaded and Doug opened a bottle of champagne as we pulled away from our hotel. We drove for 2 hours, our surprise for the evening...a night in Atlantic City. I should have known! We pulled up to Bally's and our luggage was unloaded and taken right up to our room. With Ivory on his left arm and me on his right, Doug escorted us into "Prime Place" for dinner. We ordered wine and steaks and both Ivory and I had a hand on each one of his thighs. We ran our fingernails up and down the inside of each thigh while watching him squirm a bit in his seat. After dinner, we went into the Blue Martini for drinks and a bit of the live entertainment where our teasing of him continued. Ivory winked at me as she leaned over and kissed the left side of his neck while at the same time, I moved my hand further up his inner thigh and sucked his right earlobe into my mouth. "Yeah," he slowly exhaled, "it's time to gamble." Ivory and I laughed as we followed him to the casino. He wanted to play Blackjack, we decided just to stand a bit behind him and watch for a while. We placed a hand on each of his shoulders and began a quiet conversation of just how we thought the rest of the night should go. I could tell that Doug was having a little trouble concentrating, listening to us flirt with each other, talking about exploring each other's bodies and I leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry baby, we won't start without you. But we will let you enjoy your game for a while before we drag you up to the room to have our way with you." "Yes please," he growled as he pulled me in for a kiss. "Don't leave me out of this," Ivory said as she leaned in for one too. She and I sauntered off to the slot machines and to plot out the rest of the evening. We had great luck at the slot machines and spent a couple of hours out of Doug's way and so we could figure out each move for the night. We laughed a lot and our nervousness about what lay ahead started to dissipate. It was time to set the wheels in motion, so we sashayed our way back to Doug's side and I bent to his ear and whispered, "Time to go up to the room baby, we have a surprise for you." "What if I am not ready? What if I say no?" he inquired in his sweet smart-ass tone. "Believe me, you're ready and you don't want to say no," I said with a smile. With Ivory on his left arm, and me on his right, we made our way to the room. The minute we got inside, I rifled through my suitcase and produced a pair of handcuffs as Ivory seated Doug, and then I cuffed him to the chair. "What the fuck?" he started... "Shhh, baby," I silenced him with a kiss. "Trust me." Ivory turned on some music and we began to dance. Slowly at first, lightly touching each other, placing small kisses on each other's necks and lips. I was watching Doug's reaction out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were wide and he was taking it all in. The music changed to a faster song and Ivory moved behind him as I straddled his legs and began to dance for him. Ivory's voluptuous breasts were swaying against the back of his neck and she leaned closer to run her fingernails up and down my bare arms. I felt a slight stirring underneath me and knew that he was enjoying this so far. But, we had only just begun and as the music changed again, Ivory moved behind me and started to pull my dress up over my head. She bent and kissed my shoulders and I reached back to grab her by the hair and pulled her face closer as my tongue snaked out and between her lips. This elicited a nice groan from Doug and it made me grin. I was now completely naked except for the heels and I turned around and seated myself right against his hardening cock and reached for Ivory's dress and pulled it from her. I was grinding my ass into his lap and Ivory was dancing closer to me. I leaned forward a bit to grab her right nipple between my teeth. My hands went to her waist and I started running my fingernails up and down her side as I sucked one nipple and then the other. She pulled me to my feet as the music slowed once more and we slow danced, our naked bodies rubbing against each other as Doug, still cuffed to the chair, could only watch. Ivory and I kissed, our tongues entwined, lingering kisses throughout the song, one hand wrapped in each other's hair, the other hand roaming each other's backs. I felt the wetness seeping between my legs and could barely stand on shaking legs. The song ended and Ivory went over to Doug and uncuffed him. As he stood, his hands immediately went to her large tits and he bent his head for a taste of them. She took him by the hand and we led him into the bedroom, where once again, I cuffed him to a chair beside the bed. Ivory reached into her suitcase and totally shocked the shit out of me as she pulled out a double dildo. If I thought I was shocked, you should have seen the look on his face!! In her other hand was another surprise, a small whip. She cracked it in the air and grinned at me with her back to Doug. "On the bed babydoll!" she ordered me. I climbed onto the bed and she lightly flicked the whip across my thighs. "Spread them, open your wet pussy to your Mistress," she demanded. I glanced over at Doug as I placed a foot on each side of the bed, my knees slightly bent. I could see his hard cock straining against his pants. I was so relieved to notice that he was enjoying this, because I was nervous as hell. I couldn't believe the role Ivory had taken on, knowing how nervous she was as well, but I was impressed and very turned on. She began by running her hands up the insides of my thighs, her lips followed, sending shivers right through the core of me. First she paid attention to my right leg, then my left, then moved to my hips and stomach. Her pendulous breasts were against my thighs, her nipples were hard, and her mouth was warm and moist as she moved up to my breasts. While she licked and nibbled one nipple, her fingers pulled and rolled the other. I gasped and she silenced me with a kiss before sliding back down the length of me and first touched my quivering pussy with a slight touch of her hand. Yours Ch. 03 All characters are over 18 and fictional. I'd like to thank everyone who left comments and sent emails. The support for this story has been overwhelming and I appreciate every message, whether complimentary or critical. I'd also like to thank everyone for being so patient. It can be very difficult for me to find the motivation to write, and even when I do, I find myself re-writing over and over in order to produce the best work I can. I'll endeavour to work a little faster in future. * There was a soft knock at the door. It was just after midnight, and Jessica had come to be with me again, as she put it. "Come in." I said. The door opened and Jessica slipped in, closing it quietly behind her. She was wearing a negligee, the exact shape and design as the black one she usually wore, except this one was red. I took in the thin weave that showed off her body and matching panties, the short hem that drew the eye to her long and sexy legs, and of course the dark red bust that gave her the most magnificent cleavage. I knew before I looked that she'd painted her toenails to match. I looked back at my laptop screen, ignoring her for now. I'd gotten a taste of this last week. Just making her wait was so appealing to me. This was a girl that on many occasions had called me a "retard" for slurring my words or stuttering the slightest amount, following with the phrase "Don't waste my time." We were kids then, but it was stupid little things like this that still stuck with me. Now I could waste her time all I wanted. Before she'd arrived, I'd been surfing aimlessly on the internet for a few hours going from link to link, reading about basically anything I found interesting. I did this a lot, and ended up learning about a pretty wide variety of useless crap. The internet was a big place. A lot of opportunities to waste time. "Hi." she said softly. "Get on your knees and shut up." I said calmly, without looking. She did as I asked, and I continued to click and read for a while. But I couldn't really concentrate when she was there. Last week had been disturbing for me. At first it was my own rage that I obsessed over, the absolute cruelty I'd unleashed on Jessica's body. She told me later, when Rose wasn't around, that the bruises still hadn't healed by Wednesday. But it was her telling me this that helped me get over it. She didn't whimper it out, afraid. She didn't hiss it at me, angry. Her tone was one of pure excitement, and almost pride. It became clear to me that she could take so much more punishment than I'd thought. No, what disturbed me here was how I'd spoken to her. I'd cuddled her, let her sleep with me, called her "sweetheart" for God's sake. This wasn't the relationship I wanted. I'd rationalised over and over that we could have both the cruelty and the kindness, but I felt we definitely needed more of the former. All week she'd been looking at me. Subtly watching me when she thought I wasn't paying attention to her. I'd been sitting with her and Rose, and getting to know their friends some more had been... not horrible, anyway. But since she'd admitted to being "mine", I felt her eyes on me far too much. Every time I looked at her I'd see her glance quickly away with some stupid, love-struck little smile on her face. It was unacceptable, despite the charge it gave me. In our conversations with Rose nothing had changed, but it really felt like we were getting too close. I finally had a grip on our relationship. She claimed to be in love with me, but I didn't have to let that mean anything. She accepted that she belonged to me, and that was how I wanted things to continue. I owned her. So I made her wait. And wait. I wanted so badly to look at her, and I knew she'd just be watching me, so I made her wait a little longer. The tension was ridiculous. After a little over half an hour, I slowly closed my laptop. I let out a long sigh and finally looked at her. She was still kneeling, eyes locked onto mine. Last week I'd criticised her posture, but now she was sitting upright, back perfectly straight, and hands folded on her lap. She was such a fast learner. "Come here." I said. Without breaking her gaze, she leaned forward and slowly crawled over to the side of the bed. "Up." I said, pointing to my legs. I pulled the covers off as she silently climbed up. She stared at me, eyes wide as she waited for my next instruction. She glanced at my crotch a few times and her hands clenched into fists. She was anxious. She was so open with her emotions sometimes, her hope and anticipation obvious on her face. She was practically begging without even speaking. "Suck me." I said harshly. She let out an excited squeak and quickly obeyed, sliding her fingers under my waistband and yanking down my underwear. Within seconds she was holding my soft cock in her trembling fingers and licking slowly along my shaft. I leaned back against my headboard and put my arms behind my head, staring across the room and out my window at the night sky. It was December, and Christmas was only a few weeks away. The weather had been threatening snow, but so far it had been clear. I was trying to set up an atmosphere between Jessica and I. I ignored her, then only used short commands to order her, and now I wasn't even looking at her while she went down on me. I wanted to seem more detached than before, after everything last week. I wanted to make some more distance between us. I could see the bright green of her eyes staring up at me, but I refused to look down. Instead, I leaned back and closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure she was giving me. She'd started the same as always, soft kisses and licks along the shaft and head to get me hard, which didn't take long, before sucking me into her mouth. She was using hard, strong licks against the head which felt amazing, and soon she was sucking in her cheeks to give that intense pressure that I loved. Usually I would start breathing heavier, or sighing, but I resisted making any noise. She kept sucking me in deeper and deeper each time until I was completely inside her tight throat, my balls pressed against her chin. She held it there for a few seconds before pulling back up and licking around the head again. She kept this up for around five minutes without me making a single sound, strong licks against the head broken up by slowly deep-throating me. I could feel her determination to get a reaction out of me. She held my cock in her throat for a little longer each time, and her licks got more insistent and varied. She was really getting good at this. Well, that was an understatement. She was good before, and due to my lack of experience every new blowjob from her automatically became the best one ever as she learned how to better use her tongue and throat to please me. But I kept control of myself, not wanting to let her know the extent of the pleasure she was giving me. After a few minutes more I heard, and felt, her moan slightly in the back of her throat. She inhaled my cock again, and this time just held it there. After maybe 30 seconds I thought she would pull up, but she didn't. She just stayed there, not breathing, my thick shaft pushed into her pulsing throat. A few seconds later she quickly slid off my cock and started panting heavily. She barely waited at all before sucking in a large breath and taking me into her mouth again. I couldn't help a small sigh at the sensation of being taken to the base so quickly and enthusiastically. And again, she held it. The seconds ticked on and on, far past the point I thought she'd have to come up for air. Her eyes were closed, her expression a picture of concentration, but her face was bright red. She was practically choking herself on my cock. Her eyes suddenly shot open and her head jerked upwards. She inhaled deeply and started coughing, probably choking on her own saliva. She never let go of my cock, even as she turned her head and continued to cough violently. There were tears in her eyes, but ones of discomfort, not emotion. After she seemed to get her breath back, she looked at me. "Sorry." she croaked, "I-" I interrupted her with a light slap to her face. She seemed stunned at the sudden pain. "Did I give you permission to speak?" I asked quietly. She shook her head, eyes wide open in shock, her hand lifting to her face. I'd actually been practising my slaps, as odd as that sounds. By hitting my own legs and arms, I'd figured out the right amount of force I had to use to sting without seriously hurting, or even bruising. I didn't put much weight into it, instead using mostly my fingers. It stung like hell, but it the mark faded quickly. I'd had to test that on my own face to know for sure, and I'd felt pretty stupid doing it. I wasn't trying to cause her serious pain. It was like biting her lip, or pulling her hair. It was just meant to shock her, and humiliate her. I'd learned the previous week how powerful real pain was, how deeply it affected her. And now I had the belt for that. The silence had stretched between us. It was a few seconds before I realised that she was waiting for another command, or a punishment. "Back to work." I said, leaning back. "And try not to choke on it this time." I added, condescendingly. I closed my eyes and she started again. She moved slower this time and soon figured out a good pattern. Rather than just holding my cock in her throat she swallowed it over and over, going from tip to base and back in one continuous motion. She soon sped up and I let out a satisfied moan. She moaned excitedly in response, and moved even faster. I'd held off as long as I could, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I grabbed her chin and pulled her head up so that just the head of my cock was left in her mouth. She didn't stop her insistent licking until I sighed at my release. I pushed my head back into my pillows, and thrust my hips forward as I came. She gripped my shaft with both hands as I filled her mouth with cum which she gratefully swallowed, purring with pleasure as she did. My dick began to soften but her tongue kept moving. Soon I was rock hard again, and only then did she stop. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was kneeling, back straight, staring at me. Waiting. I slowly sat up, then got to my knees in front of her. Our bodies were almost touching, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder. She looked up at me, her beautiful emerald eyes shining. "Strip and get on your back." I said roughly. She reacted so quickly it was almost funny, desperately struggling out of her thin negligee and throwing it to the floor. She lunged forward and span onto her back, thrusting her hips out and slipping out of her damp panties. She lay in the centre of the bed, completely naked, her legs spread and her pussy soaked. I caught the scent of her arousal and felt my cock twitch in response. She ran her hand down her stomach and eagerly pushed her hips forward, desperate for contact but not daring to touch herself. I leaned over her and my hands found their familiar positions, my right brushing up through her hair and my left resting gently around her throat. I held her like this for just a few seconds, enjoying the anticipation in her eyes. I reached down and grabbed my cock, pressing it against her wet pussy. Normally I made her beg for this, but I didn't have time to wait. Every time we did this I wanted her more. I pushed into her hard, quickly filling her inrecdibly tight pussy with half of my shaft. "Yesss..." she groaned out in pleasure. I had to struggle not to join her with a moan of my own. As I slowly filled her she started demonstrating the results of her "exercises", the muscles of her hot pussy gripping and squeezing along my cock. I sighed with pleasure and slowly fucked her, my hips finding a comfortable rhythm. She let out a small moan each time I filled her, and I found myself wanting to move faster just to hear it. I revelled in the mixture of pleasure and pain she expressed as I twisted her hair in my hand. I loved seeing her like this, so different from her normal self. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip hard. I could tell she was already close to orgasm, after only a few minutes. I wanted to see her cum, but I wanted to tease her even more. I increased my speed and her whole body tensed, desperately seeking the approaching release. She let out a loud moan, and I knew she was right on the edge. I slowly slid out of her, letting my cock fall against her stomach. I leaned forward and pressed it between us. "No, don't stop! Please, please don't stop..." she whined, pushing upwards with her hips. I pulled her hair and tightened my grip around her throat, silencing her. "You were going to cum, weren't you?" I asked, struggling to keep my breathing steady. She nodded against my grip, eyes softening. "What do you need...before you can cum?" I asked. She hesitated before finding the answer. "Permission." she replied quickly, her voice soft and fearful. "Permission from who?" "From...from you." I pulled my hips back and let my cock rest against her pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips forward again, trying to get some friction. I smiled at her desperation. "Why do you need my permission?" I asked lightly, as if confused. With my other hand I gently tapped the head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. Her whole body jumped in response, and she moaned again. "Because...because you own me." she almost whispered, looking away from me in shame. I pulled her hair harder, trying to guide her eyes back to mine. "What was that?" I asked. She stared into my eyes, utterly vulnerable. "You own me." she said again. I smiled and slowly slid my cock into her tight tunnel, not stopping until I bottomed out. She gasped and pushed her hips against me, squirming with pleasure. Every instinct screamed at me to keep moving, to take my pleasure from her body, but I had to control myself. "Jessica, do you want to cum?" I asked. "Please..." she gasped, "Please make me cum." "Please what, Jessica?" "Please..." she moaned, looking away. I lightly slapped her face to get her attention. "Please what?" I asked again. She looked up at me, eyes so wide and threatening tears, but didn't speak. "What's wrong Jessica? You seemed to enjoy calling me it last week. You know what you have to say." I said softly. I kissed her once on the cheek, letting my lips linger for a second. She bit her lip hard and closed her eyes again. "Please...Sir." she whispered. "Louder." I said. "Please, Sir!" she panted. I quickly pulled my hips back, then slowly forward as I fucked her once with my entire length. She let out a frustrated wail when I stopped and leaned closer, putting my lips to her ear. "Please, Sir...what?" I growled. I knew by now how her mind worked with things like this. Once she'd submitted, it seemed she would say almost anything I prompted her too, but when we started again it was more difficult to convince her to repeat it. I could see it all in her face. Her stubbornness, and her shame. She was torn between the pleasure she got from submission, and her pride telling her she shouldn't. But as always, the pleasure won out. I smiled as I saw the resignation in her expression. This is what made this whole thing work, I thought. This is why I was able to make her mine. The depth of her submission and her capacity for pleasure meant that I'd always be able to make her submit if I dominated her properly. "Please can I cum...Sir?" she begged, "Please make me cum, Sir. Please make...make your slut cum with your big cock." Just at her words I felt hot pleasure rolling through my body, causing my cock to twitch inside her. I took her bottom lip between my teeth and bit down hard as I slid out of her. I kissed her deeply and gripped her throat tight as I thrust back in. She moaned her pleasure into my mouth as I pounded her in a frantic rhythm, my hips slamming into hers as I filled her dripping pussy. Her moans grew frantic as she tried to hold back the pleasure. I broke the kiss and put my lips to her ear. "Cum for me, slut." I hissed. Immediately I felt her body stiffen beneath me as her orgasm began. She screamed into my ear as her body shook uncontrollably. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gripped tight as I continued my assault, not slowing down for a second despite how fiercely her pussy was gripping my cock. "Oh God!" she wailed, "Oh God! Sir!" She started to move against me, matching my rhythm with her own. At first she twisted her hips which created an amazing circular pressure, but as another orgasm approached she threw her head back and began mindlessly pumping against me, eager to increase her pleasure. She stared into my eyes as she came again, and I heard myself grunt with lust. She looked so incredible when she came, her beautiful, refined features twisted into pure pleasure. I felt my self-control slipping as my lust for her overwhelmed me, and I knew there would be no more stopping or teasing until I got myself off. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensation of taking her. The softness and heat of her body, her shaking voice as the pleasure of her orgasm dragged on, her fingernails scratching lightly against my back. Her pussy was so wet that I could feel the liquid sliding down the base of my cock and coating my balls. Again, I kept thrusting and thrusting until my lungs began to burn and my hips felt weak. I knew I could hold my pleasure back for longer, but I'd already exhausted my body. I kept going for as long as I could before my pace started to falter. I gritted my teeth and tightened my grip. She seemed to sense my determination to finish, and she wrapped her legs around my hips as I sank myself into her and joined in with her third orgasm, the strength of my own forcing the breath from me. I kept thrusting as I came, slowing until I slid out of her. She whimpered as my softening cock left her. Her legs were still shaking and her eyes were closed, and I could tell by the way her hips were lightly thrusting that the pleasure of her orgasm hadn't yet left her. I leaned in and touched my lips to hers, and immediately she opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues moving together in an easy rhythm. I pulled away and rolled to the side, focusing on getting my breath back. She rolled over on to me and wrapped her arms around me. I was so tired suddenly, and lying with her was so relaxing. Her body lost all tension, and her heavy breathing tickled my chest. "Am I good?" she whispered in my ear. "What?" I asked. "Am I a...a good girl?" she asked. I smiled. I loved how deeply it all affected her. I hadn't even done much to her tonight, besides teasing her, but she could still ask a question as humiliating as this and really mean it. I kissed the top of her head. "You were a good girl for me tonight." I said. She smiled and then laughed gently, embarrassed. "Good." she said. The energy was leaving my body, and I felt my eyelids begin to close. I didn't want her sleeping here again. Not tonight, anyway. "Time to go, sweetheart." I said quietly. I felt a flash of anger at myself for letting that word slip out again. "Sweetheart". It sounded far too intimate, despite how natural it felt. "Can't I stay?" Jessica asked. I looked at her, preparing to maintain the distance between us. She just looked to desperate, so full of fear and hope. I smirked, eager to see the pain in her eyes when I told her to leave but suddenly a memory came to me, the same that had haunted me all week. Yours Ch. 03 The morning after I lost my temper with her. Her naked, kneeling, completely open before me and saying, "I couldn't stop crying." She hadn't held a trace of blame or anger against me. Just guilt and a forced laugh at her own weakness. I sighed. I wanted to hurt her, but that just felt wrong on a level I didn't understand. Again I was forced to think about my confusing feelings for her. I wanted to hurt her, to see her in pain. But I wanted to hold her, too. To comfort her. Whatever I felt, I knew I didn't want a repeat of last week. "Just for a while." I said. The sudden relief and joy on her face was incredible. "Thanks." she said. She lightly kissed my cheek a few times before resting her head on my shoulder and nuzzling against me. "Don't fall asleep." I said. I felt her nod, and then yawn widely. She let out a contented little moan and relaxed against me. For a while we were just quiet together. She tangled her fingers loosely in the hair on the back of my head and stroked it gently. "Uh...Sir?" she asked quietly, breaking the silence. I really loved it when she used it as a name. "Yeah?" I said. "Can I...can we talk?" she asked reproachfully. "About what?" She sighed and wriggled around, getting more comfortable on top of me. "I want to tell Rose about us." she asked, her voice even more quiet. I felt my body tense up in surprise. I should have seen this coming. "Why?" I asked her. "She's my best friend." Jessica said, as if it was obvious. She was still waiting for a real reaction from me. I wanted her to take my silence as a sign to continue, and she did. "I don't care about anyone else knowing or not knowing, but Rose...I just think we should tell her. I've never had a secret like this before...I don't like keeping things from her." she said. I didn't want my sister to know about this, for a lot of reasons. I didn't know how she would react at all, and I was worried what she would think if she knew the...exact nature of our relationship. I'd tried to be Ok with the situation, telling myself over and over that as long as we both wanted this, and I controlled myself, that there was nothing wrong with what we were doing. But there was still a part of me that was ashamed of what I did with Jessica. "No." I said simply, "This stays between us for now." She hesitated, but then nodded. "Ok." she said sullenly. "Ok?" I asked. "I mean...yes Sir." she said. "Good." I reached up and started to stroke her hair, and she kissed me on the neck. She obviously wasn't satisfied with this answer, but it had been difficult for her to even bring this up. She wasn't going to push the issue, now that I'd given my answer. Not tonight, anyway. We lay there for a long stretch of silence before I felt her shaking her head and tensing her body, trying to fend off sleep. I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer either. "Time to go." I said. She sighed, but nodded before sliding out of the bed. I watched her as she picked up her negligee and panties. She faced away from me, bending almost entirely at the waist to reach the floor. My aching cock tried to stiffen again when I saw her like that, her round, firm ass and flushed red pussy that was wet with my cum and her own pleasure. I was struck with an image of bending her naked over a table and plowing into her from behind, one hand holding her arms behind her back and the other yanking on her hair. She looked back at me from that position, and smiled when she caught me staring. "Goodnight Sir." she said seductively as she straightened up and walked away, her hips swaying. It was strangely embarrassing to he caught gawking at her like that, but not enough to stop my eyes from being glued to her ass. She left, closing the door behind her without turning. I sighed and shook my head, wondering how I'd ever had the self-control to send her away from me after she'd humped my bare cock and begged for more. Wasn't the stereotype supposed to be that men got tired of having sex with the same woman over and over? Yet I found myself more aroused by her every time we were together. My cock was almost fully hard again, and sleep didn't come easily. == The following Monday, school had a pretty relaxed atmosphere. Winter break was only a few weeks away. We had exams near the end of January, but it was too close to Christmas for people care about anything after it. At lunch I sat at my new table before Rose and Jessica got there. I was greeted enthusiastically by Derek, and got a nod from Frank. The conversation between the three of us had never flowed perfectly well, seeing as Frank and I both tended to stay pretty quiet, but Derek was willing to do enough talking for all of us. I more than once found myself amazed at Derek's energy. He was always so animated, so talkative and friendly. I hadn't yet heard him say a negative thing about anyone. I hadn't seen so much as a frown on him. He and Frank made an interesting pair, seeming like total opposites to an outside observer. Derek wasn't exactly short, but Frank towered over almost everyone; and Derek wasn't crazily skinny, but seemed almost anorexic compared to Frank's muscular bulk. Even their attitudes, Frank calm and stoic, Derek outgoing and excitable. But they actually had pretty similar tastes, and the same sense of humour. Soon Becky and Rose joined us, but not Jessica. This was hard not to notice, as she and Rose were always together outside of class. Lissie and Frank occasionally skipped days, Lissie for cheerleading practice and Frank for working out at the school gym, but Jessica had always been there in the short time I'd been joining them. "Jessica's doing editor stuff today." Rose explained as she sat down. No one had asked so I assumed it was for my benefit. "Editor stuff?" I asked. "Well, Editor-in-Chief stuff, technically." said Becky absent-mindedly. I just raised an eyebrow, but she wasn't looking at me. "She's runs the school newspaper." Rose explained, "I thought you knew that." I shrugged. "I didn't know we had a newspaper." I said. Rose smirked, and Derek laughed. "Well, it's mostly online now." Rose said, "More of a news blog, I guess." "I think they still print stuff, though." said Becky, "You know, like, to keep the title they have to actually print something, even if no-one reads it." This was all news to me. The conversation moved on. I'd learned a crazy amount about my classmates in the last week. A whole world of relationships and emotion, intrigue and gossip that had been hidden from me. Most of it didn't grab my attention but it was an interesting experience, putting names to faces and recognising relationships...sometimes it felt like I was exploring come unknown culture that had been hidden in plain sight all along, the world and people around me finally taking on some distinct shape beyond the general sense of "Me" and "Everyone else". The conversation was becoming easier and easier for me, and I was getting more comfortable around my sister's friends. == It was after lunch, and I was at my locker when I got the first sign of trouble. I felt a presence behind me, and turned to look up at the face of the last person I wanted to see. Mike. Jessica's ex. He stood almost half a foot taller than me, and was looking down at me with a vague, non-threatening smile. "Hey." he said. "Uh...what's up?" I replied nervously. His height and bulk unnerved me. I was suddenly aware that a guy this size could probably rip me apart if he wanted to. It was weird, he was of a similar size to Frank, but being around Frank felt nothing like this. I turned away from him to gathering my books, but he didn't move on. I closed my locker and turned again. He seemed too close to me, but there was plenty of room between us. "Where you headed?" he asked lightly. I had Math next, a class that I suddenly realised I shared with him. He sat in the same row as me, at the very back, all be it in opposite corners. How had I forgotten that until now? "Uh..." I started. "Let's take a little walk." he interrupted, putting his hand on my shoulder and guiding me to the right. I ended up just walking silently beside him, mindlessly following him as he moved through the corridors. What the fuck was I doing? We eventually headed outside of the building, and then sharply to the left. There were still a few other students milling about, knowing that most teachers wouldn't care if they were only a few minutes late after the bell. I shuffled alongside him until we ended up behind the cafeteria. The place was pretty much deserted, home only to the garbage cans. "So." he suddenly said, turning to face me. "Who are you?" "Uh...I'm Rose's brother." I said, blurting out the first thing I could think of. He laughed at my obvious discomfort. "Ha ha, Ok then." he said, "Ok, 'Rose's Brother', I think you and I need to have a little talk." He wasn't violent or aggressive at all but I could feel the menace in him, somehow. He barely invaded my personal space, maybe just enough to let me know that he could. He smiled when he spoke, but there was something behind it. Something dark behind that laugh. This was obviously about Jessica. "This is about Jessica." he said. Well, that hardly took a genius. "Ok?" I said, raising my eyebrow as if in confusion. There was no possible way he could know about the two of us, I told myself. He saw me sitting with them and...maybe just assumed? "Look, 'Rose's Brother', I don't know who you are." he said. He seemed to like calling me that. He smiled when he said it, as if it was great joke. "But there's something you should know. Jessica is my girl. We're going through..." he paused, sweeping his seemingly giant hand through his short blond hair, "Well, a bit of a rough patch right now. But she's mine." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I hated myself, but right then I was terrified. My heart was beginning to pound and I felt rooted to the spot. Why had I followed him here? I felt sick. "And I don't know who you are", he repeated, "But I don't like the way you look at her." This made me wrinkle my brow in genuine confusion this time. How I look at her? "Look, man, there's nothing going on between me and Jessica, Ok?" I said. I kept my tone light, hiding my nervousness, "I mean, we can seriously barely stand each other. I'm only at that table because Rose wants to...I don't, get closer I guess. We don't talk much any more, you know? And-" "Yeah, Ok." he said, cutting me off. "I don't really give a shit about your life story. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to stop sitting with Jessica and the rest of that little...pretty people club." he said, with a touch of venom in his voice. "I...I really don't care about Jessica." I protested. Part of me felt cowardly for lying like that, but I'd wanted to keep us a secret anyway. He raised his lip in a little snarl of anger. "You're not listening, kid." he said, his voice getting tense. "I don't care. All this didn't start until you started sniffing around her, and I don't like...whatever you've been saying to her about me. She used to be so sweet to me..." I'd heard him say that before. But he was wrong, she'd dumped him weeks before I started sitting with them. Or maybe he just meant her attitude towards him? I didn't know. "So are we on the same page, little guy?" he asked. I just nodded, hoping to hell he wouldn't suddenly get violent. "I...I guess?" I said. "Great." he said, flashing me a smile. "See you around, 'Rose's brother'." He slammed his giant hand down onto my shoulder in an exaggerated and overly aggressive pat before he walked away, turning the corner of the building and leaving me alone. I took a few seconds to get my breath back and push what just happened out of my head. I made my way to class, panicking slightly the whole way. I slipped in, and the room stared up at me, causing my heart to beat even faster. I'd never been comfortable around large groups of people, and having the attention of the whole class on me was terrifying. I turned to Ms Kallis and mumbled something about the bathroom before hurrying to my chair. Ms Kallis just nodded, but her pretty Asian features were held in a worried expression. I guess I looked about as freaked out as I felt. I glanced over the the far right corner of the room. Mike wasn't in his seat. I sank into my place and tried to focus on completing the exercises marked out on the board. What the fuck just happened? I sat slumped down in my chair, running my mind over and over my conversation with Mike. Why did he think I was a threat to him and Jessica? She dumped him for Christ's sake, and yeah, she did that for me but he had absolutely no way of knowing that. I kept thinking about that pat on the shoulder. He was so strong. Just at the thought of him standing over me with his cold blue eyes I felt the fear twist itself up in my stomach again. What the fuck did I do now? == The next day, I decided to just do what he said. What did it really matter if I didn't sit with them all any more? I was with Jessica before that, and I'd be with her after. What we did at lunch had nothing to do with it. As long as Mike didn't find out, I didn't have to worry. She was still mine. Rather than face my sister, I spent my lunch in the library that day, mindlessly flicking through some psychology textbook I'd picked up. It actually turned out to be a pretty nice distraction, and relief flooded through me when the bell rang out. I was hungry, and still stressed out, but I was safe. What was the harm, really? It wasn't the first time I spent lunch at the library, although it had been a few years. It wasn't that big of a deal. When I got home, Rose asked me where I'd been. It was still rare for us to talk unless Jessica was around on a Friday or Saturday, so I hadn't been expecting it. I just told her I'd been at the library, and she immediately lost interest. == The next day, I did the same again. I found the same book and continued reading. I'd brought some snacks from home this time, so I wasn't as hungry. Barely anything had changed, really. I was alone before, and I was alone now. I could do it, I thought to myself. I just had to ignore Jessica in school, and things would be fine. We could still have our Fridays together, although for some reason the thought of that now filled me with dread. I kept thinking about the situation and hating myself slightly. I was running away from Mike. I was ignoring my own sister because some muscular asshole got it into his head that I'd turned his girlfriend against him. And that was really the most irritating thing of all. How the fuck did he know? Part of me thought it was just dumb luck, a bit of paranoia and anger that just so happened to find the right target. But he had no evidence that I was anything other than what I said I was; just the brother of someone else at the table. Was he really that perceptive? Was he picking up on some...what, like subconscious vibes or something? Or maybe he'd been watching Jessica...and seen the way she was staring at me. The end of lunch bell shook me from these repeating thoughts. == After lunch, I had English. It wasn't until after class and I saw her approach that I started to panic. Becky. I had English with her. My only other connection to the group aside from Rose, and I'd completely forgotten. "Hey." she said brightly as she walked up to me, stopping me in the hall. "Hey." I said back, and tried to walk away. She fell into pace beside me, and again I started to panic. We hadn't talked much, but I'd been unable to get Rose's suggestion that we get together out of my head. She really was beautiful. She was around 5'5, with light brown skin and amber eyes. She had a very slender figure, her boobs looked like maybe B cups to my untrained eye and they sat perfectly on her frame. She didn't show a lot of skin, unlike Jessica and Lissie, but her jeans and t-shirt were tight, accentuating the perkiness of her boobs and the round firmness of her ass. These weren't observations I just made on the spot, by the way. They were just things that were hard not to notice while being around her for a while. One thing I did notice in the few seconds we walked in silence was that when the light from the window hit her bright eyes, they seemed to shine like gold. "So, where've you been hiding?" she asked. I shook my head, trying to stop myself from thinking about her like that. It was bad enough that she was gorgeous, but now she was asking awkward questions. I had some half-truths to spin. "Oh, you know, just the library." I said, trying to hide my nervousness. "Oh yeah? You actually trying to get some work done early for once?" she asked, smiling. I laughed unexpectedly. "God no, I'm not that desperate yet." I said, returning her bright smile. "Then what are you up to?" she asked. I shrugged, and regretted painting myself into that corner. "Actually, I just..." I paused. "I guess I just like to be alone sometimes, you know?" She cocked her head slightly. "What, do you not like us or something?" she asked. She didn't sound overly offended, but just curious. "No, it's nothing like that." I said quickly, "I just...I don't know...I value my solitude, I guess you could say." She seemed surprised to hear that, for some reason. I pushed on. These were some thoughts that had been floating around anyway, may as well be honest about them. "I mean, you guys are great, but there's just something I like about sitting alone and just reading, or thinking, or whatever." I said, "Like, I like hanging out with Rose and all you guys, but that doesn't mean I need to do it all the time, you know? " She furrowed her brow for a second, as if confused. "That actually makes a lot of sense." she said, "In fact, Frank's said something like that before...about, like, 'enjoying the silence' or something. I thought he was just being weird, but you make it sound almost...mature. Sounds like something my dad would say." "Mature?" I asked, smiling, "Nah, I just like to get lost in my thoughts sometimes. I guess it is pretty weird..." She didn't respond, but just looked at me strangely, as if she was re-appraising her opinion of me. There was an odd feeling of approval from her. I held her gaze for a few seconds before she shrugged and smiled brightly. "Well, as long as you're having a good time, I guess." she said, "Anyway, I'm heading in the wrong direction, so..." She turned and started walking up the corridor we'd just walked down without saying another word. I let out a sigh of relief. I'd managed to keep Mike a secret, but really there was no reason why anyone should have suspected anything. But I'd only bought myself limited time. I could keep going to the library, but eventually I was going to have to tell everyone that I just didn't like them, which I was only now realising wasn't really true. I enjoyed my lunches with them, and it would suck to have to give them up. I honestly didn't know what to do. == The next day, Thursday, things got a little stressful. I'd decided to keep avoiding my new social group until I could think of something, but I forgot to bring something from home. I thought I could get some food quickly from the cafeteria and eat it before leaving, but Rose caught up to me in the line. "Hey little brother." she called out from behind me. "Uh...hi." I mumbled. Before I knew it, Lissie and Becky were over, and the three roped me into a conversation about some band I barely knew. I kept resisting the urge to glance around me. I didn't know if Mike was here, or if Jessica was here, and I was just trying to keep my head down. I was feeling incredibly anxious, and I really regretted taking this risk. Yours Ch. 03 They started heading over to the table, and I tried to distance myself. "Actually, I...I'm going up to the library again today." I said, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. All three stopped and looked at me oddly. "You have a tray." said Lissie. I looked down to find I had indeed grabbed a tray and paid for the food without really paying attention. I hadn't been thinking, but of course I couldn't leave now. I tried to make another excuse, while Lissie rolled her eyes and walked to the table with Becky, but Rose didn't give me a chance. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, peering into my eyes. "Uh...nothing, I...I just..." I stuttered. "Come on." she said. "Come sit with us." There was a heaviness to her words. This wasn't just me sitting somewhere else, to her. This would be me making an excuse to reject her, and her friends. She was putting way too much importance on the whole thing, but I could tell that's what she was thinking. I looked at the table nervously, and saw Jessica there, watching me. What the hell was I doing? I'd spent years of my life living in fear of Jessica, and that had brought me nothing but loneliness and anger. I'd finally gotten free of that life...was I really just going to let some arrogant dickhead put me back there? I glanced behind me and didn't see Mike anywhere. I took a deep breath, and walked over to the table. Screw Mike. Screw what he wanted me to do. I could sit where I wanted. That being said, I barely ate and didn't pay attention at all to the conversation going on around me. I kept my head down, still praying Mike didn't see me. What the hell was wrong with me? I kept glancing at the clock at the end of the room, trying to will the hands to move faster. A few minutes before the bell went, I felt an almost psychic twinge of fear. I looked up and saw Mike glaring at me from across the room, a snarl of rage frozen on his face. My stomach twisted and I almost threw up my food. I kept staring at him until I realised Rose was trying to get my attention. "Uh, what?" I asked. "I said, you should come to Josh's with us tonight. Meet all the guys, have a drink, it'll be fun." she said. Oh right, Josh's occasional Thursday get-togethers. His mom was apparently often out of the house on Thursday nights, for whatever reason, and so Josh invited a small, consistent group of seniors from a few schools in the area to hang out and drink. I'd never met the guy, but it seemed like half of the group's stories and in-jokes had originated at one of his parties. I glanced around. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for an answer. Lissie didn't seem to care much, nor did Becky, but Derek seemed pretty hopeful. Glancing at Jessica was a mistake. She had such an incredibly open look of such desperate hope on her face that it took my breath away. For a few seconds, she looked like the only thing she had ever wanted in the world was for me to go to this party. Then she looked away, blushing, as she had every other time I'd met her eye in public these past few weeks. I sighed. It was her being so open with her emotions that had gotten me into this mess. I mean, maybe. I could feel Mike's eyes on me from across the room even now. I didn't know what I was going to do. "Sorry, I gotta go." I said quickly, standing up. I jammed my hands into my pockets and walked quickly to the other end of the cafeteria, hoping against hope that Mike wouldn't follow me. I was just blindly fleeing with no plan or purpose. I made it out of the building and sped up, hoping to reach the library before he caught up. Suddenly I felt a heavy clap on my shoulder. "Come on." growled Mike, dragging me to the side. He walked me back around behind the cafeteria. What could I do? He was obviously faster than me. I couldn't out run him, God know's I couldn't fight him off. I just let myself be led, feeling like a lamb heading towards the slaughter. In a less poetic sense, it felt exactly like heading into an exam that you knew you hadn't done enough studying for. The exact same sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach. We reached the spot, and he slammed me against the wall. "What did I say, bitch?" he snarled, pressing his meaty hand into my chest. "Why does it matter?" I blurted out, my voice high and whiny. "What?" he said, anger darkening his expression further. "She dumped you, right?" I said, thinking quickly, "What does it matter if I sit with her? I'm not even sitting with her, I'm sitting with my sister!" I struggled against him, trying to escape his grip. He pushed back hard, pinning me to the wall. Then he slapped me across the cheek. The sudden explosion of stinging pain shocked me into silence. Suddenly the fear and apprehension I'd been feeling exploded and multiplied. This guy could seriously hurt me. "Listen, faggot, I don't care if the only reason you're at that table is because you want to suck Frank Dorian's cock. You stay the fuck away from Jessica, you got it?" he growled. I still hadn't recovered from the slap, and I felt tears brimming up in my eyes. I briefly thought that I hadn't known Frank's last name until just now. Mike leaned in close, hissing in my ear; "Don't go near her again." He walked away, leaving me alone. I pushed my back against the wall and slid to the ground. I felt weirdly numb, and I barely registered the sound of the lunch bell coming from the window high above me. I slowly picked myself up and walked to class, only remembering at the last second where I'd left my books, and having to double back to get them. The rest of the day passed in kind of a weird shock. I felt mostly numb except for the fear. Why did he scare me so much? He was just a guy. Just some asshole. Yet the feeling of him holding me against that wall, of being utterly helpless...it made me sick to my stomach. I didn't know what I was going to do. How could I be with Jessica when I was so afraid of what might happen with Mike? == That evening, a few hours after dinner, I was in bed listening to music and trying to ignore my problems, just like always. I jumped when my door opened and Jessica peeked her head around it. It had been a while since I'd seen her in the house on a Thursday. I took my headphones off. "Uh, hi. Rose wanted me to ask if you're coming tonight." she said. She seemed unsure of how to act in my room, knowing we couldn't be our usual selves with Rose just downstairs. "Uh..." I said. I didn't know what she meant. "Josh's party? Rose wants you to come, and she asked me to ask you..." she nervously brushed her hair behind her ear, "I guess she really wants me and you to be friends. I have to tell you how fun it's all going to be..." she trailed off, laughing lightly. She was so nervous around me. She looked at me with such adoration in her eyes, such vibrant hope. But I couldn't do with any distractions. "No." I choked out. "No, I'm not going." She looked at me for a second before walking to my bed and sitting down. "It really will be fun. It's...I mean, it's kind of low-key, you know? Just sitting around, listening to music, getting a little tipsy on some cheap beer...it's a good night." she said, leaning closer to me. "No thanks. Not my thing." I said. She put her hand on my shoulder and wrapped her other around my arm. "Come on..." she said coaxingly, "It'll be great, I promise." From nowhere, rage built up inside me and exploded to the surface. How dare she disobey me? How dare she even touch me without my permission? I pulled roughly away from her, getting off the bed. "Get the fuck off me, slut." I growled, "Don't fucking cling to me, you're always so clingy." The words had no real meaning behind them, to me. I just wanted to hurt her. "I...I'm sorry, Sir." she said quietly, standing with me. But her voice had a certain tone to it that I recognised. She'd slipped into submissive mode, and it was obvious I'd excited her a little bit. "That turned you on, didn't it? God, Jessica, aren't you embarrassed to act like this? Doesn't it humiliate you to talk like that?" I said, my voice dripping with acid. Her eyes widened in shock. She struggled to answer, pulling back from me slightly. "It's pathetic, Jessica." I said, staring into her eyes. She acted like I'd slapped her for a second, then anger suddenly flared across her expression, that familiar look that I used to fear so much. "You think I don't know that?" she asked, "You think I don't look at myself and just...Of course it's pathetic...it's disgusting, the way I act around you..." She hesitated for a second, and her expression softened. She looked down, unsure of herself. "But...but it's Ok, right? Because...because it's what I want..." she stepped closer to me, "Because I'm a...I'm your...slut, and...I love you." My anger ignited again, spewing out of me. "You love this!" I shouted, roughly grabbing my crotch, "You love my cock. You're a slut that just loves to be fucked, and you don't give a shit about me!" "That's not true!" she said, "I love you, I do...You own me and I love you." She lurched forward to grab me, but I slapped her hand away. She stopped, and there was a second of heated silence. "Get the fuck out, Jessica." I ordered roughly. She stared at me, tears brimming in her eyes. I kept her gaze and I could feel my own rage pouring out of me in waves. She faltered, and quickly left, slamming the door behind her. I felt my breath and pulse quicken, and another wave of hot molten rage and frustration burned up inside me. I grunted and growled at nothing, slamming my fists down on my desk over and over. It hurt, but I didn't care. I knew why I'd lashed out at her. It wasn't Jessica I was angry at. Mike. The name echoed in my head and his stupid, smug face flashed in my memory. Except it wasn't fear I felt this time, it was just more rage. Fuck him. Fuck him and his strength, and his size, and his domineering will. I was going to deal with him tomorrow. Friday. Then I'd force Jessica down that night and make her scream with pleasure and pain in a way he never could. I slowly settled my nerves, and tried to think of a solution. == Unfortunately, the next day came and I still didn't have one. I'd thought about it all night, but there was nothing I could think of. It went without saying that no teachers would be involved, and although I guessed Frank could probably take him in a fight, I wasn't about to drag some people I barely knew into saving my ass for me. I'd settle this myself. I was still mulling the problem over when I walked into Math the next afternoon, the period before lunch. I thought that I had one last class to think this through when I looked up and saw Mike sitting in his usual seat staring out the window. Of course, he was in my Math class. I sat down in the opposite corner and felt adrenaline suddenly pump into my veins. I gritted my teeth as my anger flared up again. Just thinking about him pissed me off. Whatever I was going to do, I was going to do it now. I turned to look at him. Ms Kallis was rambling on about something in her timid little voice, and he wasn't even paying attention. But then, neither was I. I wanted him to look at me. I was going to confront him today. Right now. I was done with feeling like a scared little boy. As I glared at the back of his head, he suddenly turned and caught my eye. He looked puzzled for a second, probably taken aback my angry expression. I quickly raised my middle finger to him and held it there, watching as the fury and surprise lit up his face. He looked like he wanted to beat my ass in the middle of the classroom. Well, why wait? I made a jerking motion with my head towards the door. I was calling him out. "Ms Kallis?" I said, raising my hand. She looked up at me, surprised at the interruption. "Uh...yes?" "I need to go to the bathroom." I said standing up, not waiting for an answer. She nodded meekly as I walked towards her, and left through the door on her right. I dug my hands into my pockets and hurried along the corridor to the male bathroom. I walked in to the small room, only containing a few urinals and one stall, as well as two sinks. I walked to the centre of the room, in front of the sinks with my back to the cubical wall, and turned to face the door. I could see myself in the mirrors over the sinks. I didn't look ready for this. I looked afraid. And my eyes widened further in terror as I heard heavy footsteps approach the door. Suddenly it burst open, and the huge bulk of Mike stormed in. "You!" he growled, and lunged forward. He punched me squarely in the chest, hard. I felt the breath being pushed out of me, and a deep pain shocked my body. I stumbled backwards and slammed against the cubical. "What the fuck, faggot!? You wanna go?" he exclaimed angrily. I regained my footing, and stared into his eyes. "Fuck you." I said, my voice sounding surprisingly steady. He bellowed with rage and lashed out again, delivering a crashing blow to the ribs on my right, and another to my still painful chest. I didn't try to dodge, or defend myself in any way. I couldn't. He was too big, too fast. He'd probably beaten up a hundred guys like me for fun, and I'd never even thrown a punch. So I took the hits, and was once again thrown back against the cubical, crashing hard against it and causing it to shake and clatter. Before I could get my footing, he threw another punch out that smashed into my mouth. The pain was intense and it shook me to my bones, but I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to let myself be beaten by this. I wasn't going to be controlled and dominated by some needle dicked asshole. I told myself that he was nothing as I took another shaky step towards him, righting myself. "What have you got to say for yourself now, bitch?" he asked smugly. I took a deep breath, which was incredibly difficult. "Fuck. You." I panted. Once again, an animalistic rage exploded across his features. It was almost comical, in a way. His handsome face suddenly shifting to an almost cartoonishly exaggerated look of pure anger. I barely saw his fist as it flew towards my face. Intense pain exploded against my mouth again and I reeled backwards, barely reaching the wall before losing my footing and falling to the ground. I slid down part of the way down before landing heavily on my ass. My vision was blurred for a few seconds, and I took another deep breath as it cleared. Was that it? I suddenly, and unexpectedly let out a little laugh. Just a tiny little chuckle in the back of my throat. I was facing what I'd been afraid of, and it was just this. Just pain. The sick sense of dread that had been boiling up inside me was gone. This is what I was afraid of? I suddenly laughed again, a few sharp barks. A wave of euphoria suddenly washed over me. Mike was so...stupid. He was like a toddler throwing a tantrum, throwing out his tiny fists because he was angry at the big wide world. It was his only power, I realised. He had nothing else. He could hurt, and that was it. His entire basis of control over me was something that could be easily mimicked by a 10 year old girl with a heavy enough blunt object. It was just pain. This is all he could do to me? This is all he was? This was nothing. I'd probably inflicted ten times this amount of pain on Jessica, and she was in fucking love with me. And he wanted to chase me away with just this? The thought was so ridiculous that I laughed again, and then kept on laughing. I struggled to my feet, unable to stop the increasing spasms of laughter from racking my body. It was so loud, and it seemed to echo off the clean, white walls. It became almost hysterical as I finally stood, and I had to hold myself against the cubical wall to stop from falling again. There are times in life when you just laugh, without really knowing why. For whatever reason, something will just seem unbelievably hilarious to you, so hilarious that your laughter is frantic, almost painful. The kind of laughter that makes you honestly fear for your life for a second, just because of how hard is to draw a full breath. That was the kind of laughter I was shaking with then, desperately clinging to that cubical wall, staring at what seemed to be the most stupidly weak and hilariously impotent thing I'd ever seen. He just glared back, uncomprehending. It was like something inside me had been knocked loose. There wasn't a trace of fear left in me. Not for this moron. Not for all the pain he could inflict. I looked away, and finally started to get my breath back, a few giggles and moans still rising up as I swallowed and tried to get myself under control. My whole torso hurt, and there were honest to God tears in my eyes. I looked up at him. A few more giggles escaped as I watched him. He was so confused, so utterly perplexed by my reaction. He'd probably beaten a few guys to tears in his time, but never because they were laughing so hard at him. "Oh Mike..." I gasped, still fighting the laughter, "Fuck you." Anger jumped across his features again, the same look, so stupid and predictable, so ridiculously obvious. I laughed again, trying so hard not to be swept away by it, and he hesitated. "What are you gonna do, tough guy?" I asked, giggling. My lip hurt when I talked, but I ignored it. "You gonna punch me again?" I said, mockingly, "You gonna knock a few teeth out this time?" He didn't say anything, but the look of utter confusion spread over his dumb features, and I smiled so widely that my lips were hurting. I glanced in the mirror and realised that, no, my lip was sore because it was bleeding. My bottom lip had a thin trail of blood running from it. I slowly licked it up, and was reminded of my first time with Jessica. Our first kiss had tasted like blood. I laughed at the memory. I'd made Jessica cry that day, and now I owned her. This asshole could do nothing to me. "Fuck you, Mike." I said, staring into his eyes. He looked panicked, and pulled his fist back to punch me again. I didn't flinch. I wanted him to do it. I honestly thought it would be funny for him to hit me again, to lash out like a little baby. This was probably the first time in his life that punching wasn't going to fix the problem. "You really think you can take me?" said Mike, nervousness tainting his otherwise strong voice. I chuckled again. Was fighting literally all he thought about? "Oh no, Mike. I couldn't possibly take you." I caught his eye again, and he took another step backwards, "You're so big and so strong. You could do anything you wanted to me." I took a step towards him and raised my chin, leaving it open for an attack. "So go for it." I said. I was resigned to the pain. He could hit me and hit me all we wanted, but I wouldn't bow to him. But he didn't move a muscle. He finally dropped his raised arm. "Oh?" I said, my smile widening, "Not going for the face? What's next, then? You gonna break my arms next? Hm? Fuck it, why not just go for the legs too?" I took a step towards him, and he took a step back. He was afraid of me. I could see it in his face, in his eyes. Suddenly it wasn't so funny any more. Now I was angry. "And what if crippling me doesn't work?" I asked. My voice sounded strangely deep, and seemed to suddenly echo in the small room in a way it hadn't just a second ago. "What if you break every bone in my body and the first words formed by my shattered jaw are; 'Fuck. You. Mike.'" I said, taking another step towards him. He backed up and hit the wall. I could see everything running through his idiot little brain. Violence wasn't going to solve this problem, and he had nothing else to work with. He could literally destroy me with his fists, but all it took was something unexpected to scare him into inaction. If I didn't fear his punches, then what power did he have? Yours Ch. 03 "What then, Mikey?" I asked darkly, "Are you going to...kill me?" I took another step towards him, leaving only a few inches between us. "Because you'll have to. It's important that you know that. You'll have to kill me, Michael. Because I'd rather die than be controlled by someone like you." As I said the words, I saw this whole situation in a more objective light. This was just a bit of school yard bullying, a stupid play at dominance, but I'd flat out told him I'd give my life for it. It was stupid. My hysterical laughter, my taunting of him, it suddenly all seemed like too much. I was sobering up from whatever had prompted my hysterics. But at the same time I knew I meant it. Because that's who I was. This was just dominance and submission, like I played with my little slut every Friday night. But in exploring things with her, I now understood this side of me. My dominant side. Submitting to him had made me feel sick, and this moment, standing too close to him, looking up into his eyes and knowing he feared me...it was intoxicating. It didn't sexually arouse me like it did with Jessica, but it had a familiar and delicious flavour to it. The taste of taking a strong will and forcing it to bend. It was beautiful. "You're...you're crazy!" Mike exclaimed, "You're fuckin' nuts!" The wound on my lip wasn't deep, and would probably close up in a few minutes, but warm, metallic tasting liquid had been filling my mouth while we stared each other down. I turned my head sharply and spat a mouthful of blood into the sink. I looked back at him, and I smiled. "Maybe I am...but it's good that you know it." I said. I hadn't laid a finger on him, but I'd won. I could see it in his eyes, the livid fear, the complete incomprehension of what I was doing and why. Without even touching him, I'd dominated him. I turned my back on him and approached the mirror, wetting my fingers under the tap and wiping away the drying blood from my chin. The tension was broken slightly, our gaze lost. He let out a deep breath, and I let myself relax. It was over. "Jesus...I guess you're really into Jessica, huh?" he said nervously. I wiped my lip with the back of my hand and looked at him. He swallowed loudly. It honestly took me a few seconds to figure out what he'd said, or why it was at all relevant. "This has nothing to do with Jessica." I said, as if that was obvious. "This is between you and me. You're trying to control me, and I'm telling you that it isn't going to happen." He didn't have a response to that. He just looked at me, unsure of what to think. Was I really the first person that hadn't cowered at his violence, his strength? Was I the first person to look in to his eyes without fear, not because I was bigger or stronger than he was, but simply because I wasn't afraid of the pain? I mentally shrugged. It didn't matter. This thing with Mike was over, as far as I was concerned. He was just an idiot. I was going to sit with Jessica every day if I wanted. I could take her to his house and fuck her on his bed if I felt like it. He couldn't stop me. Unless he killed me. "Get the fuck out." I ordered. There was no meek little whimper of consent, no little bow or "Yes, Sir.", but I didn't need a clearer sign of his submission than him just turning and walking out of the room. I turned to the mirror, and smiled at myself. I watched my reflection frown, and lift up his t-shirt, revealing two dark bruises on his torso. I touched them both tenderly. One just below my chest, a wide and dark one where he'd hit me twice. And a smaller, but darker one along my right ribcage. They hurt, but they'd heal. The pain was weirdly easy to ignore I guess that's one way to find out you have a high tolerance for pain. I kept looking at myself after I lowered my shirt. I looked different. Not just because the right side of my lip was starting to bruise and swell slightly...it was something about how I stood. I was taller, I realised. I'd spent my whole adolescence to this point with my shoulders hunched and my hands in my pockets, just like 90% of guys my age. I shuffled around, making myself look small. I'd always looked like a victim, basically. Guys like Mike had the confidence, the swagger. It was just a matter of posture, really, I thought with a smile. My shoulders were squared now, and they looked broader. My back was straight, and there was a sharpness in my eye, a confidence to my expression that I wasn't used to seeing. "I like to dominate people," I said to myself quietly. "I guess this is what a Dominant man looks like." I smirked, and made for the door. What was, impossibly, only minutes before, I'd scurried through that door like a frightened mouse. I strode out feeling like a god. My skin was practically buzzing as I made my way back to class. When I opened the door every eye was on me, which didn't bother me in the slightest. My social anxiety from even yesterday felt stupid and childish. The collective gasp of shock from the room was another matter, however. "Holy shit!" someone exclaimed, and there was a general stunned silence. "What happened to you!?" asked Ms Kallis, her eyes wide with shock. Oh, right. My lip. I looked over to where Mike sat, trying to sink down into his chair. Not easy for a guy his size. A few of my classmates followed my gaze and turned to look. Ms Kallis did the same and when she saw Mike, the look of fury on her face startled me. Ms Kallis was one of the kindest and sweetest teachers I'd ever had. She was a fairly young Asian woman, couldn't have been out of her twenties yet. She was so petite and cute that most of the guys did whatever she wanted, and she was so nice that most of the girls felt like bitches for being mean to her or disobeying her. Like kicking a puppy, I'd heard it described. I'd never once seen her look so very bloodthirsty. "I fell." I said loudly. I spoke from the chest, in what I liked to think of as my new "dominant voice." Everyone looked to me, shocked. I looked at Mike again, and he was paralysed with fear. "I just slipped in the bathroom." I said, smiling and turning to Ms Kallis. "Pretty stupid, right?" I turned and walked to my seat and every eye followed me. Ms Kallis just watched me for a few seconds, her eyes darting between me and Mike. Eventually she seemed to make an internal decision, and continued the lesson. I tried to pay attention, but it was hard not to notice the pointed looks and whispers. It was a long class, but I knew lunch was next. I'd go and claim my prize, small as it was. Sitting with Jessica and my sister. Something I'd barely even wanted a few weeks ago, but was now apparently willing to die for. I blushed slightly as I thought about how overly dramatic I'd been with Mike. Well, it was more about the principle of the thing. As soon as the bell rang, a few people flocked to my desk. "What happened with you and the big dude?" asked a skinny Latino boy that I didn't know. Mike was already making a beeline for the door, and was out of the room before I could even think of an answer. "Nothing, I fell." I lied, smiling. "No way, he followed you in there, and now you're all beat up." This came from a pretty brunette girl with big blue eyes. I shrugged. "I saw him in there, but we didn't even talk." I lied. There was no reason to involve anyone else in this. "Then why did he look so afraid when he came back in?" asked another girl, this one a short blonde with thick rimmed glasses. "Ask him." I said, then pushed passed them. I strode out into the corridor and headed towards the cafeteria. I was completely unused to all this. Why did anyone care what happened between me and Mike? But then of course I remembered everything I'd learned about my fellow seniors in these past two weeks, and how I'd learned it. Gossip. On my way to the cafeteria, I noticed something that almost made the whole ordeal worth it for this alone. As I walked, people seemed to naturally shift out of my way as I needed them to. As someone who had been doing the avoiding my whole life, this little thing, seeing people weave out of my way while completely unaware of any changes, was pretty exhilarating. Was that some sort of psychological thing? Maybe we move out of the way of those who we think aren't going to move for us, and my new confidence gave out that sort of vibe. It was just a theory, but I liked it. == I was the last to sit down at our table with my food, and got a general non-committal greeting from everyone else, each of them barely looking at me then doing ridiculous double-takes when they saw my face. "What happened to you?" screeched Rose. I shrugged and started eating. "I fell." I said. "Shit, are you bleeding?" asked Lissie. "What happened?" repeated Rose. Silence fell over the table as they waited for an answer. "It's fine." I said, smiling, "I slipped and smacked my face on a wall, it was stupid and I'd like to...not talk about it, thanks." Derek and Rose laughed together at my story, instantly believing it. Lissie rolled her eyes and went back to her phone, and Becky just shrugged and turned to talk to Frank. I realised that I still hadn't looked at Jessica, and I braced myself for it. She actually just looked sad, her own lip pouting outwards as if in sympathy. Then I saw Mike walking across the room behind her. As if sensing my eyes on him, he suddenly looked over at me. I gave him a little nodding greeting, and his eyes widened in confusion, and I hoped fear. I smirked, and turned back to my food. "Mike." said Jessica suddenly, spinning her head back to look at me. She'd seen our exchange, and put the pieces together. "Did he do this to you?" she asked accusingly, fury rising on her face. "I...No, I just..." I stuttered, panicking. The others turned to look at me, surprised. Lissie raised her eyebrow at Jessica, but the others looked to me. "That...fucker!" Jessica growled, "He did this, didn't he? I'll fucking kill him." "Jessica." I said, raising my voice slightly. "Tell me he did this." she said, a too familiar venom reaching her voice, "If he did this I'll fucking..." "Jessica!" I said, putting the full power into my voice. It seemed to startle her, and she fell silent. I looked her dead in the eye, something I'd been avoiding doing in public, and saw a little taste of fear and submission creep into her expression. "Drop it, now." I growled. Her expression instantly softened. I'd given her an order, and for a second she forgot where she was. "Yes Sir." she said lightly. Her eyes widened in panic, and before anyone else could react, she hissed, "Your fucking Highness.", sarcasm dripping from her tones. No one else seemed to notice, but they started to ask questions. "It's not a problem, guys, Ok? Mike had nothing to do with this, I just fell. Stop being weird." I said, trying to lighten the mood. Everyone seemed less satisfied with that answer this time, but except for Jessica they all seemed content enough to drop it. == When the lunch bell rang, I headed to my locker quickly, hoping to avoid any more questions from Jessica. As I was switching out my books, I felt an eerily massive presence behind me. I turned quickly to find Frank staring down at me. He was taller than Mike, and maybe even bulkier, but I felt none of the malice or threat from him that I had from Mike. Frank and I had never spoke alone, and I really didn't know what to expect. "Do you need help with Mike?" he asked, his low voice rumbling in his chest. The question startled me, and I frowned at him. "Thanks, but it wasn't..." I trailed off. For some reason it seemed stupid to lie to him right then. "No. I don't need your help." I said firmly. His expression barely changed, he just nodded and said, "Let me know if that changes." He turned to walk away. "Thanks." I said impulsively. He turned back and smiled at me, but didn't stop and was soon gone. I shook my head. Frank was a weird guy. He didn't ask if it was really Mike that did it, nor did he take it upon himself to enact vengeance like Jessica seemed to want to. He just asked if I needed help. Weird guy, but a good one. I closed my locker, and turned to find Jessica standing in front of me. She looked angry, and a little scared. "What?" I asked harshly. She'd almost revealed our relationship to everyone, completely by accident. "I want to know what really happened." she said. I sighed, and tried to walk past her. She moved in front of me, something she used to do to block my escape from her torment for years. The familiar action caused my anger to burst forth, but it was easily repressed. "Did Mike hurt you?" she asked. "We'll talk about it tonight." I said. Her eyes widened at that. "Tonight?" she asked hopefully. I looked around briefly, seeing that everyone else had headed to class. We were completely alone in the small locker area. I reached forward and grabbed her ass, then quickly pulled her into a fierce kiss. She moaned with surprise, and then lust as my tongue ravaged hers. My lip hurt, but I ignored it. It was worth it. I pulled back and squeezed her ass harder. "Tonight." I grunted. "Now get to class." I turned and walked away, not waiting to see her reaction. === That night, I was so ready for her. My mind was buzzing with lust. After that impulsive kiss at school, it had taken almost half an hour to convince my cock not to grow to full hardness in the middle of class. I needed to see her again, to own her. She knocked at around midnight, and I told her to come in. She stood at the door wearing what I now realised was my favourite thing to see her in; the black negligee, the first thing she'd bought just for me. She looked apprehensive, which was understandable given how our last conversation had gone. We stared at each other for a long few seconds, neither of us wanting to break the silence. As much as I wanted her, I had to make this last. This was about domination, not just sex. "Strip." I said. She jumped at my voice, but quickly obeyed. I almost groaned out loud at the sight of her beautiful naked body. I wanted her more than I ever had. "Come here." I said. She walked over and hesitated beside the bed, before leaning over and sliding under the covers. She looked confused. This was the first time I hadn't asked her to kneel first. I pulled the covers off the bed behind me, leaving her naked and me in just my boxers. Her eyes were wide, and she looked almost fearful as I moved closer to her. She seemed to be cowering away from me, her big breasts pressed together by her arms, which were crossed over her stomach. I took her by the chin, and pulled her into a kiss. Our lips met, and I slid my tongue into her mouth. For once, she didn't respond with her usual fierceness. She hesitated, her tongue meekly resisting mine. I pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. Why was she holding back? I kissed her again, roughly this time, forcing my tongue between her lips. I pulled on her hair and she whimpered into me. It wasn't until I bit down hard on her bottom lip that she finally responded, moaning with lust and pulling herself towards me. When I looked at her again I found a dark and lustful smile playing across her lips. I quickly straddled her and pulled her into another kiss. I ran my fingers down her sides and dug my thumbs into her slender hips, and she thrust her body against mine. My cock was already hard, but I wanted to play with her before going any further. I wanted to hurt her more. No sooner had I thought this when I was surprised with a sudden burst of pain. My bottom lip, which was no longer swollen but still sore, suddenly exploded with pain as I felt her teeth sink into it. I pulled quickly away, scowling. I ran my thumb along the heat I felt on my chin, and it came back stained with blood. She'd opened the wound caused by Mike. She was obviously terrified at what she'd done, and I knew it was an accident. I slowly licked at my lip and thought again about the day I'd lost my virginity to her, and how I'd hurt her then. Just as I'd been thinking of a reason to punish her, she gave me one. I couldn't help but smile as I grabbed her roughly by the hair and led her to the side of the bed. She didn't resist, but immediately started to apologise. "I didn't...I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you!" she whimpered. I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over my knees. I grabbed her ass hard, digging my fingers in and hoping that she'd bruise. "You made me bleed, slut." I hissed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" she gasped, panicked. I spanked her hard. Her whole body leapt forward, and she squirmed on top of me. I pulled her hair as I unleashed a rain of blows against her firm, toned ass. She cried out in pain, but she didn't say a word to try and stop me. I tried to hit her harder each time, and my steady rhythm got faster and faster. I didn't want her to count. I didn't want a slow, torturous punishment. I wanted her to hurt, right now. The adrenaline coursed through me as I made her scream. Despite my anger, I was still smiling. This is what I wanted. I am a Dominant, I thought to myself. I am a Sadist. I'd been aware of these traits revealing themselves inside me, but I was still getting used to the idea of these labels being applied to me, even in my own head. To have a beautiful naked woman across my knee, shaking with pain and humiliation as I disciplined her like I would a child...that moment, and so many before it just felt so perfect. After making sure her ass was bright pink all over I grabbed her again, squeezing hard. My own hand was burning in pain, but I barely felt it. I could embrace pain like this, accepting it until it didn't matter. Something Mike had taught me. I finally stopped and leaned back, trying to catch my breath. "On your knees." I grunted. She shakily got to her feet, only to sink to the floor between my legs. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. She wasn't crying yet, I noticed. Well, I had all night to change that. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her close to me. "You said you wanted to be a good girl." I said, my anger tainting my voice. "I'm sorry...I did...I do!" she said, closing her eyes in pain. "Look at me." I ordered softly, taking her by the chin. Her eyes shot open and stared into mine. "Good girls don't make me bleed!" I growled, digging in with my fingers. I slapped her hard, but still not hard enough to leave a lasting mark. "I'm sorry!" she gasped, not even trying to struggle. "Please, I'm sorry!" "On the bed." I said roughly. She hurried to her feet and on to the bed. She was on her back with her legs spread wide. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head, holding them there with my left hand. "Who owns this body?" I asked, viscously grabbing one of her soft tits with my other hand. "You! You own me!" she breathed. I tightened my grip and smiled as she pushed herself up and against my hand, even as she moaned with pain. She sighed with relief as I released her tit and slid my hand down her stomach. Her pussy was soaking wet. I slid two fingers inside and stroked her from within. "And who owns this slutty, dripping, cunt?" I growled, pumping my fingers into her, hard. She struggled against my grip for a second, shaking and moaning. "You! It's...ahhh...it's yours!" she moaned. I pushed her wrists harder into the bed and curled my fingers inside her. I briefly wished that I had more experience at this, so I'd be able to properly tease her with my fingers, but I barely knew what I was doing down there. I tried a few different things, twisting, and turning, and pumping inside her, watching her groan, and growl, and bite the hell out of that bottom lip. I was trying to ignore everything but her reactions. Yours Ch. 03 This went on for a few minutes until she suddenly gasped and pushed her hips forward, eyes shooting open. I tried to recreate whatever I'd done, and soon got the same effect. It seemed that if I pushed hard with a circular motion on the right spot inside her, it drove her crazy. I kept at it, twisting my fingers and wrist to keep up the pressure, ignoring the discomfort in my hand. She was staring into my eyes now, and I knew she was close to the edge. "Sir! I...Oh God!" she yelled, "I'm...fuck! Please! I'm...I'm gonna...!" She was too close to even beg, and I smirked as the pleasure took her. She opened her mouth wide and let out shaking moans as she came. Her hot pussy gripped against my fingers and her juices covered my palm. She let out a wail of pleasure as her orgasm continued. She looked so fucking incredible. I gripped her wrists tight and impulsively bit down on her shoulder. She jumped, then gasped as I licked where I'd hurt her, and I tried to move my fingers even faster. I bit her again as I felt her orgasm fade, and I slowed my fingers to a gentle stroking motion. I released her wrists and instead grabbed her hair again. As she opened her mouth to groan with pain, I quickly shoved the fingers that had just been inside her into her mouth. She didn't hesitate to lick and suck on them, whimpering as she was forced to taste herself. I slid my fingers out and roughly grabbed her chin. "Naughty little slut." I growled. "You didn't have permission for that, did you?" "I'm sorry." she mumbled, hampered by my grip, "I'm sorry, Sir!" I pulled back from her and got to my knees. Her body was glistening, and her thighs were soaked. Her huge, perfect breasts. Her flat stomach and slender hips. Her bright green and fearful eyes. At that moment, she was the most intensely erotic thing I'd ever seen. Her hips thrust forward the slightest bit as she stared up at me, and she let out the smallest of whimpers. I could tell she'd just felt an aftershock from her orgasm. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my cock was trying to rip through my underwear. I wanted her so badly. To pin her down and sink myself into her, to use her for my pleasure. But I still had to punish her. I knew that if I had the self control to resist her body in that moment, then I'd be able to do anything. I took a deep breath and tried to quiet my lust. I smiled, which seemed to scare her even more. "On your knees." I said calmly. She turned quickly and presented her ass to me. I reached over her and grabbed the belt. She hadn't noticed, but I'd left it wrapped around the metal bar of my headboard, coiled in the centre in a single black stripe. She looked up and watched me un-hook it, her eyes wide with fear. I slowly unfurled it and took it into my hands. "Count to..." I said slowly. She visibly tense, waiting for the verdict. "Ten." I said. She squeaked with fear and tensed even further. I couldn't help but laugh at her. My voice sounded alien to me. So dark. So cruel. I folded the belt and tapped it lightly against my left hand. On impulse, I snapped down hard against my left forearm, embracing the burst of pain. The sound caused her to jump again, and again I laughed. "You came without my permission." I said. "And you made me bleed." I already spanked her for that, but I was originally only going to give her five lashes for the orgasm. This would count for that too. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." she babbled. "I know." I said. "Punish me." she said, surprising me. "I'm sorry Sir, please punish me." Without waiting, I snapped the belt across her perfect ass. She jumped and gasped, letting out little whimpers. The first and only time I'd used the belt, I'd just lost it with her, not counting or controlling myself at all. I had no idea how much of this she could withstand, but it was obvious that spanking with my hand wasn't going to push her to the same depths the belt had. And I wanted to see that again. "One." she whispered, breaking my train of thought. I immediately lashed out again, grunting with exertion. There was already a dark red stripe forming where I'd hit her the first time, and a second began to join it. She only waited for around 10 seconds before going again. "Two." she said. I struck lower this time, hitting the top of her right thigh. Again she leapt forward, but quickly moved back into place. When she spoke again, her voice was heavy and dream-like. She was quickly reaching that strange daze that submission and pain brought her to. "Three." she said clearly. I matched my last stroke, on her left thigh this time. She didn't move after this hit, and barely made a sound. She went on like this, barely reacting to my steady, measured lashes, until she reached stroke number seven. I hit her and she immediately leapt up onto her knees, lunging forward to grab my headboard. She'd done this the first time I'd spanked her, I remembered. "Jessica," I said, keeping my voice calm and even, "Do you need me to stop?" I knew that she'd refuse. "No, Sir." she gasped, "I can do it. I can do it." "Then get down." I hissed. I grabbed her hair and pulled her backwards, forcing her head back down onto the bed. Her face was turned to the side, her eyes were closed. She hadn't started crying. This annoyed me, weirdly. "Seven." she said. I took my position. I'd been holding back before, not sure how much she could take. This time I twisted my body back and slammed the belt against her with a new force. She lifted her head up an gasped loudly, her mouth open wide. The pain was obviously intense. I grabbed her and forced her back down to the bed. "Eight." she sighed dreamily. Again I attacked her with force, and this time she didn't move. She let out a long, loud moan that ended with the word; "Nine." This was the last one. I had to make it count. I whipped her as hard as I could. Her breath caught in her throat, and I saw her start to relax. "Don't you dare move." I growled. She stiffened again, and held the position. "Ten." she whimpered. Her whole body was quivering lightly, and her face was still pressed against my pillows. She hadn't cried, but her eyes were open and dazed. She looked almost high on the sensation of being punished. I grabbed her bruised ass with both hands, causing her to whimper with pain, and ground my crotch against hers from behind. Her pussy was dripping wet, and I could feel the heat and moisture through my underwear as I pushed my bulge against her. "What a slutty little cunt." I hissed, "I think this little cunt needs to be filled, don't you?" She didn't answer at first, but started to sway her hips back and forth, running her flushed lower lips back and forth over my cloth-covered cock. I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers and pushing my bulge harder against her. I grabbed her hair again. "Answer me, slut." I said, twisting. "Sir..." she gasped. She continued to writhe and sway her hips, and I could feel the front of my boxers being soaked in her juices. "Listen to me, whore." I growled, "Tell me what you want." "I want it!" she gasped. "What do you want?" I asked, lightly slapping her face. "I want to be fucked...fucked like a...like a whore!" she confessed. That word had slipped out by accident, and I really hadn't expected her to accept it so easily. So now she was a whore too, as well as a slut. "Good girl." I said. I pulled all the way back from her and pulled the waist band of my boxers down. My rock hard erection sprang out, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Without any further delay, I pushed the head against her dripping pussy lips. I dug my fingers into her hips as I thrust into her, and I knew something was different. "Oh my God!" Jessica shouted as more of me entered her, "You're so...thick!" She was right. Her pussy was so incredibly tight in this position, much more than I'd expected it to be. I was grunting with genuine exertion as I forced myself into her. Her pussy felt like a hot, wet fist gripping around my shaft. After more hard pushing, I finally filled her. She continued clenching her pussy around my shaft, sighing with pleasure each time. "I'm gonna cum." she said quickly. "Sir...Sir, I'm gonna cum. I'm...aahhhhaaaa... I'm gonna cum all over your thick cock!" I was already panting, and I let out a strained laugh. "Ready so quickly? What a sensitive little slut." I taunted, smacking her ass hard. She gasped and squeaked in surprise. She didn't speak and seemed to be trying to prevent herself from going off. "Beg." I ordered simply. "Mmmm...Sir... Please...Please let me...Oh God!" I grabbed her ass with both hands, and twisted her ripe flesh in my grip. I felt her pussy quiver around my cock, and I knew she was seconds away. "Unngh," she moaned,"Please...Please." "Do it, whore." I said. She let out a few strained breaths before clenching her pussy tight. She relaxed and moaned loudly, before clenching one final time. I dug my fingers into her ass cheeks as she came, moaning and screaming. "Oh fuck!" she shouted, "Yes...I'm cumming!" I spanked her again and pulled a few inches out of her, before thrusting back in hard. She was so incredibly tight, and her pussy was convulsing around me so powerfully. I pumped her hard. My heavy balls were slapping against the top of her pussy, and I wondered if I was hitting her clit. It was hard to tell if that was contributing to her fevered moans or not, but she was certainly enjoying herself. I tried to keep up the pace, but her pussy felt so good that I knew I wasn't going to last. She was still letting out fevered wails as the pleasure racked her body. I thrust into her a few more times, then held myself in deep as I came. I held on to her ass as I grunted out my pleasure. My orgasm was intense and seemed go on and on, spurt after spurt of concentrated pleasure. "Oh my God...Oh my God..." she whimpered over and over. I finally slid my slimy cock out of her and rested back on my heels. Her bright red ass, with the pale indentations of my grip, perfectly framed her beautiful, flushed pussy. My cum slowly dripped from between her swollen lips, the flow spreading down her thighs, occasionally speeding up as the fading convulsions of her orgasm pushed it out, each one punctuated by a small whimper. I was exhausted, but I needed to do one last thing before collapsing. I got the little tub of cream and rewarded her for taking her punishment. She whimpered as the cool cream soothed her burning skin. "Am I good, Sir?" she asked wiggling her hips. Her voice sounded husky in a sexy sort of way, as if tired from all the screaming she'd been doing. "Yes, sweetheart. You're a good girl." I said,smiling. I loved how I could say such condescending things to her and actually mean it. In her submission, anything I said to her affected her so deeply. Even little things like that seemed to mean the world to her. "Are...are you proud of me?" she whispered. I smiled, remembering what I'd said the first time she'd been punished. I'd been surprised that I actually meant it, and found that I did again. She'd taken a lot of pain, and didn't once try to stop me. It took a lot of strength to withstand something like that voluntarily. "I'm very proud of you, Jessica." I said. She laughed a little, and sighed contentedly. "You asked me to punish you when you made a mistake. You didn't complain, or ask me to stop, even though I used the belt. You did very well, sweetheart." I said. "Thank you, Sir. And...thank you for punishing me." she said meekly. I lay down beside her, and her pulled over to me. She moved slowly, and I realised she hadn't left that position since I started her punishment. "Come here, sweetheart." I said gently. She curled up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and relaxing her body. "Thank you." she said again, "I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm really sorry." "It's Ok." I said, stroking her hair, "It's alright." She nodded and breathed deeply. She seemed nervous, and her body began to tense again. "Are you Ok?" I asked. "Yeah...I'm fine." she said. I pulled away from her, and she scurried backwards, distancing herself. I cocked my head at her. She didn't look comfortable at all. "I'm really sorry about...about biting your lip." she said earnestly, "I just thought...that it would be sexy, or something. I don't know. I'm sorry." She still looked embarrassed, and cringed at the memory. "You already said that." I said, smirking. "I know, I just...I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry." she said. "You apologised." I said firmly, "You took your punishment, and I forgive you. Don't bring it up again." She bit her lip and nodded, but it was clear that she was still concerned about something. There was a feeling of distance between us that I didn't like. The earlier feeling of closeness had soured somewhat, and it bothered me. "What's wrong with you?" I asked. She shook her head, and I frowned. "Tell me what's wrong." I said firmly. She looked away nervously, and sighed. "Do you remember what you said about me...telling you things?" she asked. "Remind me." I said, but I was pretty sure I knew what she meant. "You said...that I never have to hide what I'm thinking or feeling from you." she almost whispered. Actually, all I'd said was that she "never have to hide what she wanted from me". I'd meant it in a more casual way than it had some out, but she'd hugged me so tightly that I knew she'd taken it to heart. Which was actually good, now that I thought about it. I was getting more and more adept at guessing what she was feeling based on the tone of her voice, and her expression, but I found myself wanting to know exactly what was going through her head. "Yeah. I remember." I said softly. "Did you mean it?" she asked. I shifted my body so that I was lying on my side facing her, supporting my head with my arm. She moved closer to me, and I cupped her face in my hand again. "I meant it." I said, "You can tell me anything." I expected her to smile or to look relieved, but instead she looked down and away from me. "What do you want to tell me?" I asked.. She met my eye again. She was so afraid to say it, whatever it was. "Jessica..." I prompted. "I love you." she blurted out. I was a little confused. This was like the hundredth time she'd told me. "I know." I said. "But do you?" she asked accusingly. "Do you know?" I wasn't sure what she was getting at until the memory hit me. Of course. The last time we'd been alone I'd lost my temper with her. I'd called her "clingy", so now she was keeping her distance by not cuddling with me like she usually did. I'd called her pathetic...maybe that was why she was resisting me earlier. And what seemed to matter to her most...I'd told her that she didn't love me, that she only loved my dick. She thought that I was still angry with her...or she didn't think that I believed her. She wanted to know that I knew how she felt. I smiled and moved closer to her pressing our bodies together and putting my arm around her. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away from me. "Wait." she said, almost panicked, "I'm sorry, just wait a second, please. I just need to say this. I need to get this out." I was annoyed at being denied, but I tried not to show it. I started gently rubbing the nape of her neck, and pulled her closer. She'd been hit pretty hard earlier by the feelings of submission, and I could admit now that I cared too much for her to watch her break down like she'd done the night I lost my temper. If she needed to talk about this, then I was going to let her. "Tell me what you want to tell me." I said gently. Now she looked relieved. "Ok." she breathed. "Ok." She closed her eyes for a few seconds as if preparing herself, before meeting my gaze with resolve. "I just...I work really hard." she said. There was a beat of silence as I waited for her to continue. "I work really hard, at a lot of things." she said, "I'm on course to be the valedictorian, you know. And I'm not really that smart. I have to study so much. That's why I only come over here on Friday nights, every other day I have to study." I had no idea her grades were that good, but it actually wasn't that surprising given what I'd learned about her. I didn't believe for a second that her own intelligence didn't have something to do with it, though. I'd hung out with people who worked just as hard as she did and barely stayed above average. "And I work out. Rose and I have been jogging together three or four times a week for about two years now. Plus I'm the Editor-In-Chief for the school newspaper, which is its own whole messy thing. I've had to pretty much recreate it all single-handedly, and no one else who helps out really gives a shit about it." She sighed and lay back, looking up at the ceiling. I pulled my arm away from her and got more comfortable. I could tell this was going to be quite a speech. "Apart from coming here and occasionally going to a party or something, I just work, in some way or other. And that used to be fine. I could relax and hang out with Rose, and that was enough. But just before last Summer...it just got hard. It was like...it's like..." She trailed off, trying to get her thoughts in order. "Like when I'm studying Math, I spend half the time worrying that I should be studying History instead. Or when I'm proof reading some articles for the paper, I feel like I should be studying for college. Even when I'm jogging," she said, getting a little frantic, "Which is just an hour of my time, I feel like I should be doing something else! It wasn't so bad at first, but it started to bleed over into my free time too. I can barely even enjoy just being with Rose because my stupid brain doesn't let me!" She turned to face me again and sighed, calming herself. It was hard for her to say all this, I could tell. It seemed like this was the first time she'd tried to talk to someone about this. "I put a lot of pressure on myself...which is fine, it's what I want...but I just always feel like I'm wasting my time. Like there's always something more important that deserves my attention. It's so fucking stressful. Just, constant worrying, constant stress, never being able to relax for a God damned second because of I'm always thinking about my other priorities." She reached out to me, resting her hand on my cheek. She rubbed her thumb back and forth, caressing me gently, like I'd just done to her. "But when I'm with you...it's different. Everything about what you do to me is so... powerful. And it hurts but...but it's what I want. When you order me to do something, it's like it's the only thing in the world that matters. Even when I'm just kneeling in front of the door, waiting for you to look at me...it feels like that's where I'm supposed to be. I don't even have to think about what else I should be doing, because that's where you want me to be. And when you hurt me... I know it's because I... I deserve it...and I want it." She shook her head. I could her the emotion rising in her voice. "I know it sounds like a small thing...but being with you just feels right. I don't have to worry about my life, or school, or whether my friends think I'm a bitch, or my fucking parents or... anything else. I can just turn my brain off and just...give myself to you. It's the only time that I can just... just... be... without... without anything else..." Yours Ch. 03 "Mhm, good little girl, being patient and getting wet for her Mistress," she said. She looked up at me and winked. I was too involved in the moment to care. Her thumb circled my clit, her tongue flicked out between her lips and into the folds of mine. She ran her tongue between my swollen pussy lips and slid two fingers inside of me, while her thumb from her other hand was still on my clit. I began to cum immediately and she stopped. "I didn't say you could cum yet babydoll! Now before you get any more pleasure, you must pleasure me." Nervous as all get out for my first bi-sexual experience to be happening, I decided just to mirror everything she had done to me. But of course, I had to make it more dramatic and more drawn out, just because I could. I spent a lot of time sucking on her fabulous nipples and instead of using my thumb on her clit, I sucked it like a little dick. She moaned and squirmed, and instead of my fingers going into her, I grabbed the dildo she had laid on the bed and slid it inside her. My tongue on her hard clit, I fucked her with the dildo before sliding the other end of it inside me. We had pretty much forgotten Doug was in the room until we both had climaxed many times and our breathing slowed and I heard him squirming in his chair. Pulling myself away from Ivory, I uncuffed him and began to unbutton his shirt. His hands on my body made it impossible for me to concentrate so I just ripped his shirt off him and started on his pants. His large cock sprang forth and as much as I thought I was in control of the situation, I found myself being forced back onto the bed. No words needed to be exchanged since we all knew his fantasy dream. His mouth crushed to mine as his hands sought Ivory. But we had other plans so she helped me roll him onto his back and we both positioned ourselves between his legs. We licked his cock and traced each vein with our tongues, before Ivory wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and took him deep into her mouth. I moved my mouth to his balls and sucked them deep into my mouth and heard him moan in pleasure. His hands grabbed ahold of my hair and he pulled me slightly so that I sat up. His smile and the wicked glint in his eye were unmistakable. I remembered him telling Ivory that he'd love to have one of us on his cock and the other one on his face. I moved over him and felt his magical tongue delve into me and take me away to another world. I was so close, so very close to cumming and judging by his teeth on my clit, I knew he was as well and I put my hand to the side of Ivory's face to have her stop her ministrations on his incredible cock. Unspoken agreement passed between our eyes and we switched places. But instead of taking his cock deep in my throat, I impaled myself on his rock hard shaft. I leaned forward and began kissing Ivory as Doug fucked her with his tongue and me with his cock. She was pinching my rigid nipples and I had my thumb on her clit as Doug's tongue worked in and out of her wet hole. The three of us climaxed as one, before Ivory and I collapsed on the bed next to him. Our breathing was ragged as we came down from our high. "So, Doug," Ivory said with a giggle, "was this worth leaving the blackjack tables for?" "It was fucking amazing!" he said, "but I need a cigarette now." He reached across me to his cigarettes on the table and brushed my lips with his. "Thank you baby," he whispered. "It was most definitely my pleasure," I whispered back before grabbing a smoke for myself. Ivory had grabbed her cigarettes as well and opened a bottle of wine. We lingered in bed, she and I on each side of Doug, still naked, smoking and drinking our wine. We fell into light conversation while we finished off the bottle of wine. Then we snuggled up close and fell asleep. Sunday dawned bright and warm. Ivory had left a note that she was trying her hand at blackjack before we had to leave. I knew this was her way of letting Doug and I have some alone time, since this was the day he'd take us to the airport so we could return to Iowa. Ivory was coming home with me for a week before returning to England. I was having a hard time thinking about returning home. The week had far surpassed my wildest dreams and fantasies and I wasn't ready to settle back into reality. Doug noticed my mood had changed and questioned me about it, wondering if I was okay. I tried to make light of it, tried to shrug it off, but he knows me too well by now. "I just wish it didn't have to end already," I said trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill over. "I know baby, but we both have lives to go back to. We'll see each other again, I guarantee it." He kissed me softly and then with more intensity. Knowing this would be our last time together for who knows how long, we spent hours touching and kissing, licking and sucking and making love like time would stand still and wait for us. Then we showered and it was easy for me to mask my tears with the water pouring over me. But I pulled it together and we went down to find Ivory. It was time to head to the airport. He held my hand all the way there and kept giving me reassuring squeezes and I spent the time logging each memory into the files in my mind. I wanted to make sure I didn't forget a second of my week with him. It was time for us to board the plane and Ivory said her goodbyes first. I honestly cannot tell you what they said to each other, but she hugged him and kissed him goodbye. I was frozen where I stood. I couldn't bring myself to say "goodbye". My heart begged for him to tell me to stay, but reality was setting in fast. It was time to go back to my kids and my life in Iowa, the dream had come to an end. Like always, he read my mind. He wrapped me in his arms, kissed me with a quiet intensity and told me, "This isn't the end of the book, it's only the first of many chapters! Keep smiling baby, I'll call you soon!!" Yours Ch. 04 This is the fourth chapter in a series, and shouldn't be read alone. As always, all characters are over 18 and fictional. Before finishing this, I noticed that Chapter 1 of this story has now reached more than 100 favourites. That kind of support, plus all the comments and emails continue to overwhelm me, not to mention motivate me to keep on writing. I'd like to sincerely thank everyone who added my story to your favourites list, and those who sent a message. All of your suggestions, compliments, and even criticisms really mean a lot to me, even if I can't respond to all of them. Thanks for being so patient. And thanks for reading. -BB * It was always just the four of us for Christmas. For Thanksgiving we spent one day with as much family as we could cram into one room, but our parents always liked to spend this time with just us. Christmas day was the most fun it had been in years, mostly because Rose and I were on speaking terms again. We joked around like we did when we were kids, and I knew our parents could see the difference by the sly looks they kept giving each other. After we'd eaten the delicious turkey dinner that we'd all helped to make, as was the tradition, it was time to open presents. "Wait here." said Rose to me as we moved into the living room, "I got you something." Again my parents exchanged knowing looks, and I rolled my eyes at them. She came back holding a beautifully wrapped box with a bow on the top. It was small, big enough for maybe a book or something around that size. For a moment I was stunned at the effort she'd gone to, even though I already knew what was inside it. I lifted off the lid and saw her gift, nestled in the centre of a pile of different coloured strips of thin paper, along with a hand-written note, "To Steven. With love, your big sister." I was a twenty dollar bill. I grinned, then immediately put on a look of shock. I picked up the money and held it in my hands, disbelievingly. "Oh... wow." I said, looking up at her, "This... I don't know what to say. Thank you... so much..." She grinned and took my hand. I squeezed it in return, as if we were feeling a moment of pure sibling connection. "All I got you was a card." I said, sounding ashamed. I handed it to her, and saw her eyes light up. She opened it and as she expected a twenty fell out onto her lap. She read the card aloud, "To Rose, the world's best little sister. Merry Christmas." She leapt forward and threw her arms around me, kissing me on the cheek. "Merry Christmas little brother." she said, pretending like she was about to cry. We heard a sob, and turned to see Mom actually was about to cry. We all laughed at her reaction, including Dad, but it was actually understandable. This method of gift giving was another old tradition of ours, just like each insisting we were the older twin. It had started on our 11th birthday, when we'd decided not to buy something for each other but just to give each other twenty dollars and buy whatever we wanted. It didn't occur to us at the time how pointless a gesture it was, but we'd kept it up. The acting shocked and grateful just became part of the joke over the years. The last two or maybe three years, however, we'd exchanged our 'gifts' in secret, almost. No cards, no notes, just the money left on a pillow, or handed directly to the other. It was really the last thing we'd had that had made us feel like we were even still related, a sad shadow of an old connection. Mom knew that all this emotion was an act, but seeing us play along with it meant that we were friends again, something that I'm sure our parents were overjoyed to see. Mom waved away our laughter while trying not to break out in tears, and we got around to opening the rest of our presents. We had a large extended family, so we mostly got a lot of spending money from Aunts, Uncles, and cousins who had too many names on their mailing list to bother buying specific items for each individual. However this year, in amongst the cash and various gift vouchers, I opened a very expensive looking digital camera from an Aunt on my Dad's side. I spent a few minutes playing with it and looking at the instructions before setting it aside and moving on to the next present, as is a world-wide Christmas tradition for everyone with a big family, I'm sure. Afterwards my Mom took me aside. "I know you don't really need a camera. I mean, there's probably one on your phone." said Mom, "But try to use it a few times, maybe send her some pictures you've taken. Show her you appreciate it." "I'll sure I'll find some use for it." I told her. I picked it up again. "Well why don't you start right now?" she asked, "Alright everyone, over by the fireplace!" She tore Rose and Dad away from their discussion about soccer, a passion they shared. They were both clinging to a soccer themed calendar Dad had gotten from his brother and heatedly debating the details of the last seasons team structures. The three of them lined up and I set the camera on a timer. I walked over and stood beside Mom, only for Rose to yank me over to her side, clinging on to my arm. When the flash went off my smile and look of surprise were completely genuine. After admiring my new camera's impressive definition, we all stretched out in front of the TV, Mom stoked the fire and Dad made us all hot chocolate and brought in a plate of mince pies. It was the first time in a long while I'd felt like our family was whole again. I started to wonder why every Christmas hadn't been like this. "Don't forget, we're having Jessica and her parents over for dinner tomorrow." my mom suddenly announced, "So leave something for dessert." Oh. Right. Jessica. == We were all dressed our best when Jessica and her parents, Alice and Bob, arrived. Jessica was wearing a lovely little blue dress that was long enough to be decent, but still showed off her legs wonderfully. Alice was wearing a similar shaped dress, but in a dark green. I haven't talked much about Alice before, but she was essentially an older, more mature version of Jessica. They had very similar faces, but her eyes were brown instead of Jessica's vivid green. And her tits were a lot smaller too, but that wasn't something I noticed until puberty. We sat down and ate the re-heated remains of our Christmas dinner, like always. We always ended up cooking too much, and it was almost as good the second time as the first. The parents always had wine while Rose, Jessica and I had some sort of fancy sparkling grape juice. It was delicious, although I often wished we'd be allowed to try wine again. This year my wish was granted. Instead of breaking out the kid stuff, Mom went right on around the table, filling our glasses too. We toasted, and I sipped the first alcohol I'd had since I was 15. It was delicious. My taste buds had remembered how to enjoy the flavour, and I smiled as I absorbed the deep and satisfying sensation. I glanced up to see everyone staring at my reaction, confused that I didn't grimace like the girls had. I smiled wider, remembering how similar their reactions were the first time we'd been allowed to taste it. I knew they'd been drinking alcohol since then, but when Rose and I had talked about it she seemed to be more concerned with slightly alcoholic fruit drinks, or occasionally spirits mixed with energy drinks than wine. I sipped my wine and enjoyed my meal, trying hard to avoid any lingering eye contact with Jessica. This was difficult, as she was wearing more make up than usual and looked, frankly, fucking incredible. After dinner we put out dessert, which was warm apple pie and ice cream. After this, we just sat and talked around the table. Honestly I wasn't paying much attention to the conversations around me. As usual I was lost in my thoughts, just nodding or smiling at the appropriate times. This worked to my disadvantage when Rose suddenly turned to me and said, "Right Steven?" I raised my eyebrows and cocked my head, making it obvious I hadn't been listening. "McClaren's Tools is the best place to get power tools, right?" she said. "Yeah..." I agreed, "That's where I'd get it." Not that I knew what 'it' was. "What about Fix-It's?" Bob asked, referring to the big chain store nearby. "Good for supplies, but not tools." I answered, ".They hardly ever do deals. They usually have the price even higher than normal because they haven't got much competition. I used to work there." I'd spent last summer working the cashier and moving stock around. "I thought you worked at McClaren's." Rose said. "Yeah, I worked there too." said, "That's how I know old Mr. McClaren is related to one of his suppliers. It's name brand stuff, but he gets a good deal on them, and charges less because of it." That had been the summer before. A much easier job working in the small, local shop, but also a lot more boring. "Wow, you really know your stuff." Bob said approvingly. "That's what I'm always telling you!" Dad suddenly interjected. "Both of my kids have got experience with work, and it'll serve them well in future!" "Oh, here we go..." I said, while Rose rolled her eyes. "You see," he began "When Susan and I got out of college, we didn't know the first thing about looking after ourselves..." Rose suddenly stepped in, mimicking his voice, "We didn't know how to clean, how to cook..." I joined in for the last line, "Couldn't even boil an egg!" we said, laughing. "Alright, alright." Mom said, "We know you know this story, but it's important." We had heard this a lot. As I've said before, our parents always taught us that being independent and competent was important. We did our own laundry, learned to cook meals for ourselves, and were encouraged to work through the summer. This story was told to us in some form or another every time we complained about having so much responsibility, so yeah... we'd heard it a lot. "I've never heard this." Jessica suddenly said from across the table. "Well, why don't you tell it to her then." said Dad, looking at Rose and I. I sighed. "Basically, these two were both from fairly well-off families." I started, wanting to get this over with, "They were coddled their whole lives, met in college and coasted through it. They graduated engaged, but had no idea how to get a job, look after a car, balance a check book..." "Even when they got married they didn't really know what they were doing." Rose stepped in, "But when they decided to have us, they knew they had to get their shit together." She gasped suddenly, "I mean... get their act together." she corrected, although no one had chastised her for the slip. "Anyway, long story short, we're paying for their mistakes." I finished. "It's not like that..." Dad said. "We really had no idea what we were doing." said Mom, "I mean, when we moved out here to have the kids, most of our stuff was still packed up from moving into our first apartment! We didn't want to rely on our parents, but we couldn't really look after ourselves either..." "We promised each other that our kids would never turn out that way." Dad said, "That they would know everything they needed to know before moving out. We always told them, grades are important, but learning how to hold down a job is more important." "Being independent is important." Mom agreed. "For example, we gave them an allowance, but told them that if they wanted a car they'd have to earn the money themselves. They did, and now together they own that car. Despite how much money my Father makes, a car is more than I ever really owned at that age." There was a pensive silence. "So... how many jobs have you had?" Jessica asked me, I think speaking directly to me for the first time that night. "Um... like a dozen, maybe?" I said, "Three or four, part-time, every summer since I was about 15..." "Well, he overdoes it." said Rose, "I usually have one or two every summer." "Wow... I've never even had one job..." she said, looking ashamed. There was a slight, uncomfortable pause. "Yeah, but, you're going to be Valedictorian, right?" I asked. "I mean, you probably already know what you're going to college for." "Yeah..." she said, "I'm going to be a lawyer." I smiled. That suited her perfectly, I thought. Spending all day aggressively and intelligently arguing with people? That was her all over. "Well, there you go." I said, "That takes more work than whatever I'll probably end up doing. You can figure the other stuff out when you come to it." "Exactly." Bob chimed in, "Being independent is important, sure, but my little girl's going to the best school in the country to be a lawyer, isn't that right honey?" "Right." she smiled, although she was still looking at me. The parents debated their various teaching styles for another ten minutes before the conversation moved on. Half an hour later I excused myself to go to the bathroom down the hall. I didn't hear her following me, but Jessica slipped in behind me and closed the door. "Can I help you?" I asked, turning to her. "You look really good." she said seductively. I was wearing a button-down shirt, black dress pants and black tie. "Thanks." I mumbled shyly. I internally chastised myself, reminding myself who I was talking to. "What do you want?" I asked. She simply smiled and dropped to her knees. "Really?" I asked condescendingly, "You want to do this now?" Her smiled faltered, but she nodded. I sighed and stepped towards her, lifting her chin with one finger. "Your parents are two rooms away. So are mine. Not to mention my sister, your best friend." I said, "And you want to suck my cock?" She smiled again. "Yes please." she said. I shrugged nonchalantly and reached down to unbuckle my belt. She reached up and fished my cock out of my pants, gently squeezing it's flaccid length. I stood in silence as she went about getting me hard, a feat that took only seconds. In a few more seconds I was in her throat, enjoying the heat and pressure. She was moving slowly, thoroughly licking and pleasuring my cock each time it left her throat. It felt wonderful, but I felt pressed for time. We'd be noticed as missing eventually. "I'm going to miss this big cock, Sir." she sighed, jerking my shaft with both hands. "Hurry up." I grunted. I put my hand on her head to encourage her as she took me back into her mouth, but I was careful not to mess up her hair. She obeyed and increased her pace, slamming my erection into her clenching throat again and again. I sighed with pleasure. I wasn't going to get this again for two weeks, so I was determined to remember it. It had only been a few minutes but I already wanted to finish, paranoid about being discovered. "Going to have to make this a fast one, sweetheart." I said, holding her head in place. I began to thrust into her, fucking her face with long, fast strokes. I flexed my cock and allowed myself to orgasm. I came harder than I expected to, and let out a loud grunt of pleasure as I blew my load into her swallowing throat. I slid my shrinking cock out of her mouth and tucked it back into my pants. Looking down I saw that Jessica was looking up at me with a dazed smile on her face, her lipstick smudged. "Stand up." I ordered quietly. She was quick to obey. I reached under the hem of her dress and felt the crotch of her panties. She let out a sultry little whimper when I realised they were soaking wet. I impulsively grabbed the waist band and yanked it up, causing the material to grind against her sensitive lower lips. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed my arm with both hands. "Such a shame we can't do anything about this..." I sighed. "Two... two more weeks." she responded shakily. I smiled. She was really determined to keep to our agreement. "Can you really wait two more weeks?" I asked. She nodded, biting her lip. "You said I have to wait. I'll wait." she said. My smiled grew wider. "Such an obedient little slut." I said, releasing her panties. I grabbed her ass and pulled her into a kiss which she eagerly responded to, then I pulled away again after a few seconds. I loved leaving her frustrated. It gave me a small but pleasant rush of Dominance each time I saw the disappointment in her eyes. She knew that I was in control of her pleasure, and if it didn't come from me then it wouldn't come at all. "Good girl." I said, pulling away. I was about to leave, but remembered I hadn't actually used the bathroom yet. I turned towards the toilet got my cock out again. I started to piss, then realised Jessica was still watching me. She seemed fascinated by my cock, I guess having never seen one urinate before. Despite how many times she'd seen me naked, this was somewhat embarrassing. I finished, shaking off the last few drops and tucking it back in. "I didn't get you anything." she said suddenly. I turned towards her. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "For Christmas." she clarified, "I... I didn't get you something. I wanted to, but you said we have to keep it a secret, so I thought it would look weird. I mean, Rose knows that I don't usually get anyone except her and my parents presents, so she definitely would have been suspicious, and... I didn't really know what to get you either..." "I wasn't expecting anything." I said honestly, "And I didn't get you anything." She nodded, but still looked guilty. Jessica getting me a Christmas present? Despite everything, that still felt like such a weird concept, like a looking outside and seeing a green sky. Something that just didn't make sense. "Go on." I said, sighing, "We shouldn't leave together." "Ok." she said quietly. "But I need to go upstairs first. I have to... change my panties." I laughed at the way she said this, a strange mix of shame and pride. "Go ahead." I said, turning to wash my hands. "Fix your make-up, too." She slid out of the room behind me. I washed her lipstick off my lips, and made sure I looked presentable before rejoining everyone. The rest of the night was pretty uneventful, although every time I looked at Jessica I suddenly found it hard to stop picturing her soft, plump lips, and how they'd been wrapped around my cock just an hour or two earlier. Rose went with Jessica and stayed at her place that night, as they were planning to leave from there to the airport the next day. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she wanted a more exciting goodbye, but with everyone around she couldn't do anything more than give me a chaste hug and a quick, "Merry Christmas." == The day after that, my parents were leaving too. "We're heading out, Son." Dad called up to my room. I walked down to see them off. "Have a good time." I said. "You too." Dad smiled, "And, uh... there's some beer in the fridge left over. Have at them." He said winking. "Are you sure you're going to be Ok by yourself?" my Mom asked at the door. "Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I said. She didn't answer right away, but just looked concerned. "You know you can have some friends over, if you want." she said, "Or... you know... a girl." I smiled. So that was the problem. For the first time in years, Mom was worrying about my self-imposed isolation. "Sure, I'll make sure to keep the place clean though." I said, brushing off her suggestion as if it were no big deal. She smiled, then nodded. "Have fun!" she said, picking up her last bag and heading out the door. That was definitely the plan. == The first few days were as exciting at they normally were, but the novelty of being able to wander around in my underwear and eat leftover pizza for breakfast, and cereal for dinner wore off surprisingly quickly. Yours Ch. 04 Normally I was ecstatic to have the house to myself, but this time it didn't feel as special. There was something missing. Maybe it was just the fact that I no longer had to hide in my room when Jessica was around, meaning I was more used to spending free time down here. Rather than being overjoyed that everyone else was gone, I found myself wondering what everyone was doing, and what kind of fun they were having. I just sulked about the house, my grey mood reflected by the clouds outside, not even bothering to snow deciding instead to drizzle continuously without any real energy. By New Year's Eve, the feeling I normally enjoyed was completely gone, leaving only a strange sense of loneliness and melancholy. I counted down to midnight alone, feeling not a trace of the excitement I'd felt even the year before. The next day, January 1st, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself, and start enjoying my vacation. My plan that night was to just get drunk. I was alone and now had access to alcohol, and I was aware that I'd never really been properly drunk before. So that evening I assembled my dad's generous offering on the kitchen table, turned on the TV, and started to drink. I sipped the first one, grimacing at the uniquely bitter taste, but trying hard to enjoy it. After half an hour I still wasn't finished that can, so I decided to start gulping it. Within 20 minutes I was half way through my third can. By the fourth, I found that I was starting to enjoy the flavour. It was deeper, richer taste than I first realised, and by the sixth can I was practically swirling it around in my mouth to absorb as much of it as possible. It tasted nothing like the wine, but it was the same process as I'd applied there, not trying to mask the taste or wish it was something else, but just experiencing it for what it was. In the middle of a drink something on the TV made me laugh and I spat a mouthful all over myself. I didn't really mind, though. In fact, I laughed again. It was at this point that I realised that the alcohol might be affecting me. Further evidence of this theory presented itself when I reached for another can, leaned too far, and somehow slid right off my chair. I didn't really mind this either. I spent the rest of the night down there watching TV, for some reason deciding to return to the same spot each time I got up for another beer or to go the bathroom. I discovered that I quite enjoyed being drunk. The buzzing sensation around my ears, the somehow pleasant dizziness, the quieting of my normally restless thoughts. Overall it was a pretty relaxing state to be in. I don't think it's surprising that I don't exactly remember how much I drank, or much else about the night. What I do know is that I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache, a fairly intense feeling of nausea, and a surprisingly clean house. The cans were cleaned away, as was the puddle of beer that I definitely remember spilling. I had a vague memory of thinking that cleaning up would be easier drunk than hung over, and I really appreciated my own foresight. I had, however, left the TV on and the front door unlocked. So... I guess that one sort of balances itself out? Maybe not. That was probably the most interesting night of my time alone, for more reasons than one. A few days later, I got a package delivered to the door in my name. I signed for it, having no idea what it was, and took it inside to open it. It was a ball gag. A bright, red, rubber ball on a black leather strap with a stainless steel buckle to fasten it. It was about as cliché and classic a ball gag as it was possible to have. I lifted it out of the box and just held it in my hands, staring at it for about five minutes straight. I was utterly confused. Eventually, some dim ember of memory glowed in my mind and I recalled ordering it from a fetish website from my laptop after maybe my tenth beer of the night. I decided to investigate this further, but for some reason I'd decided to clear my internet history, so I had no idea if I'd ordered anything else. But after checking my bank account online I saw that I'd taken a noticeable chunk out of my savings. The next day, I got another package. The day after that I got two more. At first I had to try to keep myself from panicking as the boxes kept coming, but I noticed that with each new item I got a little more excited. I recognised most of the items as soon as I saw them, but there a few things that I had absolutely no memory of even being interested in. I studied each one as it arrived, making sure I knew exactly what it was and how it was used. Not too difficult a task for the three bottles of lube, but quite a bit more of a challenge for the complicated metal contraption that had to be assembled by hand. I eventually discovered that it was a cheap collapsible spreader bar. I stashed each new item in an old suitcase in the bottom of my closet that I'd been meaning to throw out. As my collection grew, so did my gleeful anticipation. I was going to get to use these things, I thought. It's one thing watching a porn-star Dom using things like this on a beautiful young submissive, (you know, just for reference...) but it was quite a different experience actually holding them in my own two hands and imagining just how I would use them with Jessica. How her teeth would look biting into the gag, or how her eyes would widen with fear the next time I had to punish her... I was starting to think of my drunken spending spree as a happy accident, rather than a stupid mistake. Despite all this, I was hoping against hope that each new delivery would be the last, as each day brought my time alone closer to it's finish. Finally, the day before my parents were due to return, the final box arrived. Unfortunately, they got back a day early, and before I woke up. When I got out of the shower a little before noon, I heard them moving around downstairs. I walked down into the living room to see an open, empty cardboard box. "What do you need one of these for?" I suddenly heard my dad ask from behind me. I jumped about a foot in the air and span to face him. The blood drained from my face before I even looked at what he was holding. He stretched it out between his fingers, displaying it to me. It was a blindfold. More specifically, a sleeping mask. A soft black eye cover with a slightly lighter satin pattern across the front, with a thin, elastic strap. I let out a long sigh and forced a smile. Thank God it was something vaguely innocent. "Jeez Dad, I didn't know you were back!" I said, trying to explain away my shock. "Yeah, the weather wasn't great so we grabbed an earlier flight." he said. "Just at the end there, it was bad." Mom chimed in, entering from the hallway, "Until a few days ago it was just gorgeous." Looking at them closer, I could see that Mom had a nice brown tone to her skin, whereas Dad was bright red. "Yeah, it looks like you got some sun." I smiled, trying to hide my nervousness. "Well, one of us got a little more than some sun." Dad joked, gesturing with his sunburned arms. "So what's with this?" Mom asked, taking the blindfold from Dad and spinning the thin, smooth strap in her fingers. "Oh, I've been having some... uh, headaches." I lied quickly, "Like, I get really sensitive to light. So I just bought that, uh, sleep mask. Thought it might help." "That's not good." Dad said, sounding concerned, "Sounds like a migraine." "No, no, it's not that bad." I explained "It's just... you know, every couple of weeks I just get this headache where the slightest bit of light makes it worse. Even the moonlight bothers me when my eyes are closed! I could probably just take some painkillers, but I thought this might be easier." Mom let out a little 'Hm.', sounding satisfied with my story, and threw it to me. "Well, don't ignore it if it gets any worse." she said. I nodded and tried to inconspicuously jam the thing in my pocket, knowing that this could have been a disaster if had been literally any other item that they'd found.. "You know, you shouldn't really be opening my mail." I said, trying to sound slightly offended. I still wasn't sure this was really the final package, and wanted to make sure they wouldn't do any more snooping. "Sorry about that, didn't mean to." Dad said, "Just signed for it before even checking the name. We assumed it was for one of us." "We'll check next time." Mom agreed. We talked for a little while, me getting some of the details of their trip, and they getting a heavily edited version of my time alone. Then I excused myself and ran up to my room. I closed the door, wishing it had a lock on it, and opened my closet. I pulled out my suitcase, which I'd been referring to in my head as my "Bag of Tricks" and looked at my new collection. I won't go into details just yet, but it was a selection of tools that any novice Dom would be lucky to own. Looking at the complete collection, I felt the same rush of excitement that had been building with each new delivery. Jessica was due back any day, and she'd have this waiting for her. Where would I even begin? I realised I was grinning wildly, my imagination frantic with the possibilities of what I could do to her. I calmed myself down, deciding to refine the solid plans I'd been creating for each and every item before even letting Jessica know they existed. So far with her I'd mostly been winging it, relying on half-plans and improvisation. But some of the things I'd acquired here... they were dangerous. I had to be absolutely sure of what I was doing. Before I knew it, Rose was back home and blabbering on about all the stuff she'd done in Paris. I was glad she'd enjoyed herself, but I couldn't wait for the following Friday when I knew Jessica would be coming over. It had been just over two weeks since our dinner, and I was eager to reunite with her. To either punish or reward her. == There was a soft knock at the door. It was always the same two taps with her. Like the start of a joke. I stood up and crossed the room to the door, reaching out to let my fingers rest on the handle. Then I hesitated. I felt nervous. I hadn't seen her for more than two weeks, even staying in my room all that evening to avoid her, knowing it would be more exciting for the first time I see her to be when she visited me. Two weeks doesn't sound like a lot of time, but it felt like months. Taking a second to steady myself, I let out a quick breath and pulled the door open. I noticed her expression first, that look of complete shock at my answering the door. Wide, bright green eyes and soft, pouting lips. She was wearing something new, something that I had to take a few seconds to fully absorb. It was just a simple, thin grey slip, completely see through, revealing plain black panties and a black bra. She looked incredible. Her usual negligee was more complicated than this, with intricate designs woven into it, and it was beautiful, but this...this was wonderfully simple. Just a barely existent layer of transparent material that showed off her body perfectly, but somehow hid enough to be tantalising. It was almost elegant, in a way. My eyes wandered down to her long legs to her feet, and of course her toenails were painted black to match. I let my eyes glide back up her gorgeous body, trying to memorise every detail I'd missed. I felt myself harden in my underwear as I met her eyes again. She seemed frozen by fear, not knowing how to react. Waiting for me to take control. I stepped towards her and slid my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me. She leaned in and our lips met in a ferocious kiss. I could feel my relief and enthusiasm echoed and returned by her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced wildly. I suddenly pulled back from her. We couldn't do this in the hallway. I stood to the side and gestured for her to enter. She walked quickly past me, and I followed and closed the door. As I turned towards the room, she was suddenly there again, her face rapidly approaching mine. She kissed me hard and threw her body against me, slamming me against the door. I returned the kiss, and smiled at what I was about to do. I slid my hand slowly up into her soft hair, and tightened my grip. I yanked her head away from mine, making her squeal. I held her by her hair and stared into her eyes. It was like I could see every thought running through her head, every emotion bubbling to the surface on that beautiful face I knew so well. The lust, the disappointment, the excitement, and as always, the fear. That hint of terror that kept her on her toes, that made everything that much more exciting for her. "Is this new?" I asked, keeping my voice calm and gentle. I gestured to her body, her new outfit. She tried to nod, almost forgetting that she was still in my grip. "Yeah... my, my mom helped me pick it out." she said quietly. As soon as she said it, she blushed and grimaced. I couldn't help but chuckle at her embarrassment. "So I have your mommy to thank?" I asked, not expecting an answer. I liked the image of her wandering around Paris, getting Alice to buy her sexy clothes so she could dress up for me. I wondered if Rose had been there for that, whether she suspected that her best friend was actually dressing like a slut for her own twin brother. "Did you have fun in Paris?" I asked casually. "Yeah..." she sighed, "But I... I missed you." I pulled her by the hair, gently bringing her forehead to rest against mine. I noticed something interesting about how she moved. She didn't anticipate my actions and try to move with me, but neither did she resist. She just let herself be led, always being just slow enough that she was experiencing the full pain of my grip. Even when I was already hurting her she was submitting in her own small way. "Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?" I asked, staring into her eyes. "Yes." she whispered quickly. "You have?" I asked, smirking at her. "Yes..." she repeated desperately. "Yes... what?" I asked. I was ready to lead her down the path of submission again, pushing and leading her at every point, like I usually had to. But not this time. "Yes, I've been a good girl for you Sir." she said quickly, her desperation to be believed clear in her tone, "I missed you so much. I've been a good little slut for you. I didn't touch my pussy no matter how much I wanted to." She surprised me by talking like this. These were the kinds of things she usually didn't say until she'd already been thoroughly dominated. "You can't lie to me." I said quietly. "I wouldn't." she said, her voice firm, "I'm not." I looked into her bright green eyes for another few seconds. Would I even know if she was lying to me? "Strip." I said calmly, letting her go. She took a step back and reached down to the hem of her barely solid dress. She slowly lifted it up, exposing her body to me while shaking her hips back and forth to some unheard beat. When it cleared her head, she tossed it carelessly on the floor. Then came her bra. She unhooked it and quickly brought her hands around to hold the cups against her chest. In a smooth, seemingly practised motion, she lifted her arms to drop the bra to the floor, but quickly pressed them back against her chest, not revealing herself. She was holding her boobs with both arms, denying me the view. I wasn't used to her teasing me like this, but I wasn't in any hurry to change things. As much as I wanted to see that beautiful chest in it's entirety, I was content to wait. And they looked pretty good being held like that. She shook her hips seductively, again back and forth with that easy rhythm. She took a step towards me, then crouched low and slid her panties off with one hand, keeping the other arm over her nipples. She stood up, revealing her well trimmed triangle of pubic hair, then kicked her panties away, taking another step towards me. She was inches away from me, and she suddenly closed the distance. She let her arms drop right before she pressed her body against mine, her soft, heavy breasts pushing into my chest, and her arms crossing behind my back. I wished for a brief second that I wasn't still clothed so I could feel her skin against mine, but there was still something satisfying about making her expose herself to me without having to do the same. "I missed you." she said, her lips only inches from mine. "Be quiet." I said gently. I wanted silence right now. Just the sounds of our breathing, and the feeling of her warmth against me. A little bit of intimacy before things got... dark. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss, but waited for me. I smiled. That was enough intimacy for now. Grabbing her ass hard with both hands, I lifted her off the ground and forced our lips together. I plunged my tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard and deep. She wrapped her legs around my waist tightly as I continued to drive my tongue against hers, not caring about being skilled or sensual, just violating her mouth with my tongue. She whimpered into me, and only then did I pull away. I slowly slid her downwards, and she dropped her legs just in time. She was shaky on her feet, and looked dazed at the sudden ferocity of my kiss. I gently pushed her back a step, admiring her nude form. Her tits really were incredible, standing high and proud on her chest despite their size. My cock was rock hard. I wanted her so badly. Without meaning to, I let out a low growl of desire in the back of my throat. She smiled at me, and I felt myself blush slightly. "On the bed." I ordered. She turned quickly and slid into my bed, under the blanket, before kicking it off and revealing herself again. I smiled, remembering how she'd done it before. I'd heard so much about women too afraid and insecure to have sex with the lights on, never mind above the covers. But Jessica would never pass up a chance to show off her body to me. Even now she posed, laid back on her arms and body positioned like a centrefold, long legs pointed out straight with one curled just a little bit. The look of lust and anticipation in her eyes, the absolute perfection of her large firm breasts and taught stomach... she looked like a goddess of desire, and she was waiting just for me. I shook my head of these pseudo-poetic notions and tried to find my centre. My cock was throbbing in my jeans but I knew I had to have complete control over myself. As much as I wanted to just jump on her and ravage her, I had to take things slowly. I had a plan for how things were going to go, and I had to follow that plan, just like always. This wasn't just sex, after all. It was Domination. I sat down on the bed beside her and reached down to the floor. Under my bed were two brown bags, one for a reward, and one for a punishment. My hand lingered on the punishment bag for a second. I was disappointed that I wouldn't get to explore my blossoming sadism tonight, but if she'd really earned this reward... "You know, it's interesting that you bought that sexy outfit for me, because I bought something for you to wear too." I said, lifting out the reward bag. She smiled eagerly but stayed silent, as she was told to. "Well, a few things." I said, my voice light. "The first is this." I pulled out a thick, black leather strap. It was much thicker, much more intimidating than the belt I'd used to punish her the last time we were together, and her eyes widened in shock and fear. I laughed at her terrified expression. "No, sweetheart, no." I said, unrolling the strap in my hands, "It's not for that." She looked up at me, eyes wide and filled with vulnerability. Yours Ch. 04 I laughed again and shook my head at her, as if she was being silly. "Come here, look." I said. I sat up and reached towards her. I took her by the hands and guided them up above her head. She looked back to see what I was doing as I slid her wrists through the metal bars of my headboard, in a place I had discovered was perfect for them. Close to the top in the centre, where a solid bar ran horizontally along, bisecting the vertical ones. Just at this spot it created a series of little squares, and it was through two of these that I slid Jessica's small, trembling hands. "Keep your arms here." I told her. I grabbed the strap and slowly tightened it around her wrists, pulling it tight and fastening it. This was a bondage strap, and I'd actually bought several of these of various sizes and uses. They weren't exactly cheap, but even in my booze-addled state I'd apparently had the good sense to order a smaller set. I knew her wrists would be well secured here because I'd tested the spot myself. The strap had been difficult to operate with my teeth, but I hadn't been stupid enough to try to fasten it, which probably would have trapped me completely. I sat down beside her again, still smiling. "Can you get out?" I asked. She shook her head, before realising she hadn't tried. She suddenly pulled hard, the strain clear on her face. Then she tried to shake herself free, causing her boobs to jiggle wildly, but she didn't get anywhere. The headboard didn't budge. "Cheer up, sweetheart." I said, stroking her cheek. She looked so completely anxious, so unsure of what was going to happen next. "This is your reward, remember?" She nodded silently, but her expression didn't change. Despite being tied up she looked comfortable. I'd gotten a few spare pillows from the guest bedroom, so she was quite well supported. But she looked so afraid. I liked that. I turned away and reached into the bag again. "And this is another thing I bought you." I said. I pulled out the blindfold that had been discovered by my parents. It was obvious from the thickness of the material that she would be completely blind when I put in on her, which I did. I slid it slowly over her head, the strap giving just enough room to fit her, but was still quite tight. She didn't resist, but merely let out a soft, serene sigh when I pulled away. I quickly got off the bed, and stood to look at her. Naked, bound, and blind. Magnificent. I walked over to my desk, and watched her head follow my footsteps. I took my t-shirt off and threw it to the ground. There was a reason I'd been wearing jeans in bed. The sound of my zip being lowered cut through the silence. It was maybe a little much to plan even this, but she jerked her head towards the sound and let out a whimper of anticipation. It was worth it just for that. Now clad in just my boxer shorts, I turned, opened my desk drawer and pulled out my new camera. I told Mom I'd find a use for this. I stood in front of the bed and aimed my first shot. Her whole body, stretched out beautifully. I didn't know a lot about cameras, but I'd looked up enough online to be impressed with this one. It was incredibly high spec, closer to what a professional would use than a hobbyist. Must have cost a fortune, but that wasn't new for my extended family. Really the only problem with it had been the sound it made. The only sound effect saved on the camera's memory was an unsatisfying little click, just enough to show that the picture had been taken. Boring. It had a silent mode too, but where was the fun in that? I looked online and found a soundboard of sound effects. After much careful consideration, I'd downloaded and installed one that I can only describe as "classic". It sounded like a picture being taken, that obvious and familiar click and whir that could only mean one thing. So when I took that first picture of Jessica, naked, blindfolded, and strapped to my bed... she was very aware of it. Immediately her head twisted to face the sound and her body tensed. I smiled, and looked at the picture I'd taken on the small screen. The quality was exceptional, I was able to zoom in on the screen an incredible amount and pick out all kinds of little details. I focused on her face this time, and clicked. Again her body seemed to leap in response, but she still hadn't spoken. Her legs were pushed tightly together, and I could see her tug against her bindings, as if unsure of whether or not to cover herself. I rested on the bed and reached over to her, taking her knee and sliding my hand down her thigh. She shivered at my touch, and bit her lip. "Open your legs." I ordered, my voice soft. She did as I asked without hesitation and I got off the bed, again robbing her of the knowledge of my presence. I crouched down low and zoomed in. I tried to find an angle I liked, one that focused on her glistening pussy, but that still had her boobs and face in the shot. Once I was satisfied, I clicked, and suddenly her legs snapped shut in fear, as if she could feel the gaze of the lens. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked gently. "Is... Is that a camera?" she asked meekly, her voice wavering. "Yeah." I said casually. She let out a sudden shocked breath, and held her body tighter. "Why... What.... Why do you have a camera?" she asked, "What are you doing?" "I'm taking pictures of you." I told her simply. "Why!?" she asked, her voice edged with genuine fear. "I dunno..." I said, again keeping my voice casual and uncaring, "Maybe I'll use them to make a website. Jessica-the-slut.com, or something." I snapped another picture of her face. Even under the mask it was obvious that she was terrified. "Sir!" she gasped, trying to twist her body away from my gaze, curling up her legs in a fetal position. She seemed on the edge of panic. "You don't like that idea?" I asked, "All those people logging on and seeing you like this. Naked... tied up... blindfolded. Absolutely... dripping wet." "No!" she gasped, "Please...Please...I..." She was too panicked to even form a full sentence. I laughed. I jumped heavily onto the bed and crawled over her body, straddling her stomach and allowing some of my weight to press down on her. I grabbed her jaw and pointed her face towards me. "Smile, sweetheart." I said, the levity in my voice contrasting with my rough treatment of her. I snapped a picture of her confused and panicked expression. "I said... smile." I ordered roughly, my voice suddenly as firm as my grip. She waited a few seconds before forcing herself to smile. I got a shiver of satisfaction from tormenting her like this. Scaring her, holding her in my will. I grounded myself in the moment. I captured her terrified false smile, then let her go, saying, "Good girl." I got off the bed and turned to face her. She looked like she was about to cry, and she was pulling tightly on her bindings in an effort to hide her body from me. I'm a sadist, I thought to myself. And it was her that helped me realise it. There was a part of me that wanted to keep going, to torture her, terrify her. To hurt her as badly as she did me for all those years. But... she'd been good, and so she deserved a reward. I told myself that it was that simple, and fought my darker urges to sleep. "Oh relax sweetheart, I'm just teasing you." I said, my voice light again, "These pictures are just for me. I wanted to try out my new camera." She didn't move, but seemed to relax almost imperceptibly. I meant this, I had no intention of sharing these with anyone, but I was fine with it if she didn't completely believe me just yet "Here, look, I'll put it away." I said. I walked back to the desk and opened my drawer. For a second I considered lying to her and taking a few more silent pictures, but I shrugged and dropped it in, then closed the drawer with an exaggerated slam. I knelt down on the bed again and took her knees in my hands. I gently guided her off her side and on to her back, then opened her legs again. Her pussy was even wetter now, and it had made a visible mark on my sheets. Despite her protests, something about having her picture taken like this had turned her on. Was it possible that my submissive, masochistic, bondage-loving slut was a closet exhibitionist on top of everything else? I made a note to follow up on that theory as soon as possible. The scent of her arousal was everywhere, and I felt myself become impossibly harder. The smell of her wet pussy was something I had come to associate with all the things I did to her, and so the scent itself now turned me on. "What are you doing?" she almost whispered. I'd been holding her legs open for a while, lost in my thoughts. "I'm looking at your pussy, Jessica." I stated honestly. She let out a breath of shock and I felt her try to close her legs. She wasn't used to revealing this part of herself to anyone, and even I hadn't paid too much attention in the past. It was embarrassing for her, but I knew that would only arouse her further. This was proven to be true when I held her legs in place against her efforts, and she let out a small whimper and bit down on her lower lip. "You know, it's quite a pretty pussy." I said slowly, softly, "Pink little lips... so cute... and so sensitive." She gasped lightly, but didn't try to pull away. "And wet too," I said, leaning in closer, "So wet that you're staining my sheets. Such a slutty, drippy little pussy." "Sir..." she whimpered, trying to close her legs. I wrapped both my arms across her hips and brought my face an inch away from her, letting my breath tickle her sensitive lower lips. "Ahhahh..." she sighed, "Sir... What... What are you...?" she mumbled. "And your clit sticks right out." I teased, "Just sits right out, like it's begging to be played with." She didn't reply, but her breath seemed unsteady and erratic. She was so sensitive, so ready. "It's so cute." I said, as if to myself, "It almost looks good enough to..." I trailed off,and suddenly pressed my tongue to her wet lips, licking upwards towards her clit. Her body immediately jerked against me, but I held her hips in place with my arms. I finished my long lick, and took a second to consider my first taste of pussy. The flavour was interesting. Completely unique, and a little strange, but not actually unpleasant. Definitely something I could get used to. "Sir what are you doing!?" Jessica squeaked, finally seeming to get her breath back. "I'm tasting your pussy, sweetheart." I said gently, kissing the inside of her thigh, "This is your reward for being a good girl." I pressed the tip of my tongue to her outer lips and slowly circled around. She gasped dramatically, and pushed her hips against my arms. I'd read enough cunnilingus tips online to last a lifetime, so I was determined to be good at this. I had already started to get used to the taste of her, and I knew that I'd probably end up enjoying it, just like with the wine. I continued to explore the sensitive outer lips, feeling the texture against my tongue. Then I moved inwards, licking against the inside of her pussy, enjoying how it made her gasp. I kept using light, teasing licks on her lips, and every now and again sinking inside, looking for spots that were more sensitive than others, waiting for a bigger reaction. I'd found her G-spot like this with my fingers, and I'd find some sensitive areas with my tongue even if it took all night. "I'm gonna cum!" she suddenly screeched. Well that was fast. I pulled away from her. "Already? I've barely started." I said, letting my genuine disappointment seep into my voice. "I was looking forward to teasing you some more..." She shook her head frantically from side to side. "I can't..." she moaned, "Soon... I'm so close..." I quickly leaned in and licked her once more, a quick swipe from bottom to top. She yelped with pleasure and surprise. "Ahhnnn..." she moaned, thrusting her hips against my grip, "So close... Oh fuck I'm so close!" I felt myself pouting up at her. I'd been looking forward to a long, slow tease, but I could barely touch her without her going off. It looked like these few minutes were all the practice I was going to get tonight. I hated not being able to explore new interests. I sighed, and shrugged. "Do you want to cum?" I asked, licking and nibbling her thigh, "Do you want to cum on my tongue?" "Please!" she begged, "Please! Ooh God, please!" I'd never seen her this desperate, but I guess it made sense. Three weeks without contact, and then I lick her for the first time? It was really no surprise she was on edge. After all, the first time I'd left her this long without an orgasm, she'd cum just from me entering her, despite the pain of tearing her hymen. Or maybe... because of the pain of tearing her hymen. It was hard to tell with a masochist like Jessica. I pulled away from her completely, determined to make this last. I moved forward, leaning over her body and taking her jaw in my grip again. With my other hand I grabbed one of her soft, heavy tits, squeezing lightly and feeling her hard nipple push against my palm. I put my lips to her ear and spoke in a soft, gentle voice; "Do you really want to cum? You can't wait any more?" She shook her head and let out a strained whine. I tightened my grip on her face for a few seconds before releasing her and moving my hand to her inner thigh. Immediately I felt her legs close together, accidentally denying me access in trying to further her own pleasure. "Legs open!" I said, my voice suddenly stern. She let out a frustrated whine but obeyed, flinging her legs apart. "Do you want to cum?" I asked again, sliding my fingers down her thigh towards her dripping pussy. "Do you want me to taste this pussy again?" "Please...Please..." she whimpered. "Please?" I asked, "Please... what?" I let my fingertips glide across her pussy lips, and her whole body jerked forward, her wrists pulling hard against her restraints. She was trying so hard to hold herself back. "Please lick my pussy!" she gasped, "Please make me cum!" I smiled and grabbed her other heavy breast with my other hand. I squeezed them both hard and put my weight on her, pushing her body into the mattress. She moaned and gasped as I teased her nipples that pushed through my fingers. "Please Sir..." she moaned, her hips thrusting desperately beneath me, "Please, please...". I let out a short, dark laugh. She was so beautiful, so perfectly submissive. I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue between her lips where I met the usual resistance of her eager response. I broke the kiss and turned my attention to her neck. She moaned as I licked and kissed her, and let out a sharp gasp in my ear when I bit down gently. I pulled back and bent to kiss and nibble the taut flesh of her stomach. I moved slowly downwards, savouring the taste of her salty, glistening skin with my tongue. She didn't stop making little whimpers or gasps in response. I slid backwards off the bed, pushed my head between her legs and again pinned her hips down with my arms. I breathed heavily on her pussy and felt her jerk forcefully against my arms. It seemed like I was really going to have to hold her down. "Sir...Sir, please..." she whimpered. "Hmm...you really are a needy little slut, aren't you Jessica?" I asked. "Yes Sir." she said without hesitation, "I'm a needy slut, I'm your needy slut." "You really need to cum, don't you." I said, kissing her thigh. She let out a long, shuttering wail of desire and frustration. "I need it, Sir...Your slut needs to cum...Please..." she mewled. Without any more teasing, or any warning, I pressed my tongue against her pussy lips. I started at the bottom and took one long, forceful lick upwards, stopping at the top to fully cover her clit. I felt my tongue twitch once against her flesh... And that was all it took. She shouted out her long-awaited orgasm in a loud, strained voice, a wordless yell of pure pleasure. I started quickly licking against and around her clit, trying to prolong the sensations. Her hot, wet juices flooded my mouth, so much that I was practically swallowing her essence as it flowed from her. I redoubled my efforts, fighting hard to hold her down while licking even more forcefully. Her long legs had hooked around the back of my shoulders, and while her wild thrusting made it hard to continue, her legs had locked me to her. After a long several seconds, her body stopped thrusting against my arms, and she went limp. "Oh my God..." she moaned, "Oh my God, Sir...Thank y-" I cut her off by pushing my tongue against her clit. I wasn't finished yet. I circled the sensitive bud with the tip of my tongue before brushing across it in fast, light strokes. As embarrassing as it sounds, these were motions I'd been practising in the mirror, challenging myself to increase the speed and dexterity of my tongue. I started tracing shapes against the little nub of flesh, and I slid two fingers inside her, using my fingertips to seek out and stimulate her sensitive G-spot. A minute or two later she let out another wail of mindless bliss. My mouth was once again flooded with her taste, and her body began jerking and bucking as if wanting to detach my lips and tongue from her sensitive flesh. Her body was moving so forcefully that she almost made me bite my own tongue. I pushed back with my tongue, moving away from her clit and again exploring her luscious outer lips. The sound of her voice changed from movement to movement, growling and gasping as I explored her dripping slit. After awhile, her moans seemed to become more subdued, less frantic. When I noticed this I turned my attention back to her clit, licking hard and quick, and pumped my fingers in and out. It wasn't long before she was shaken by another powerful orgasm. I was actually enjoying the hell out of this. It was sticky and messy, but there was something undeniably sexual and intimate about pleasuring her like this. Each time she began to relax, I would move to her back to her pink pearl, which by now must have been singing with sensitivity. This went on for minutes, and soon I couldn't tell if she was having one ridiculously long orgasm, or if she was cumming over and over again, too fast and too many times to count. I didn't stop moving my tongue, on her clit or around her lips, and pushing it inside her occasionally to get a better taste of the fresh spurts of feminine juices that came with every new orgasm. Eventually, my tongue was getting tired, and her voice was getting ragged. Just as I was about to try and slow things down, her voice suddenly stopped mid-cry. Her legs went slack around me, and her hips stopped their incessant bucking. I looked up at her. Her head was turned to the side, and seemed to hang slack. "Jessica?" I said, wiping my wet and sticky mouth. She didn't respond. Her breathing was deep and loud, but she didn't move or reply. "Jessica?" I said again, and moved up the bed towards her. I lifted her shoulders and gently shook her, but her head just lolled limply. I lifted the blindfold off her eyes to see that they were closed. I pried one open with my fingers. Her pupil shrank in reaction to the light, but her eyes stayed still and unseeing. She was unconscious. My blood ran cold, and my breath caught in my throat. "Oh fuck." I whispered. I began to panic. Had she hit her head on my metal headboard? Had I hurt her? But no, she was still surrounded by cushions, and I didn't see any blood. I shook my head, and pressed my hands hard against my face, feeling the fear threaten to overwhelm me. Yours Ch. 04 I leapt off the bed towards my desk and opened my laptop. The screen jumped to life as I slid my finger across the track pad, and I immediately began typing. I tried random keywords into the search bar, whatever came to mind, things like "unconscious", "orgasm", "bondage", and most embarrassingly, "help". I read and clicked frantically, my mind racing with ways I might have hurt her, and within two minutes I had begun to calm down. I took my head in my hands and sighed deeply. My heart was still pounding in my chest, although the panic was fading. I thought I'd really hurt her for a second there. Ok, so here's what I learned about passing out during sex. First of all, it happens, and it's not necessarily dangerous. The first useful thing I saw was a thread started by a woman who often blacked out at the point of orgasm, only for a few minutes each time, but she was worried it could be causing her damage. From there I followed a link posted about this kind of problem, and what causes it. A nice poetic description talked about how sometimes the pleasure was simply too overwhelming for the brain to handle, which causes it to temporarily shut down. A more realistic explanation was that during lengthy periods of intense exertion, the woman is unable to get a full breath. After a while the brain fears it's not getting the oxygen or blood it needs and takes over, forcing the body into "sleep mode" so it stops doing whatever stupid thing it's doing that's causing the problem. I liked the first description better; the thought of giving Jessica so much pleasure that she couldn't handle it, that it almost literally blew her mind, really appealed to my ego. But the overall point was that something like this wasn't dangerous. From this page, and a few other sources I looked up afterwards, it seemed that some women are prone to passing out during sex frequently, but for some it had only happened once or twice. If it happens every single time a woman gets breathless then it's a problem, but not if it's just occasionally, and during intense stimulation. And what had just happened to Jessica had been intense. I'd never even seen porn where a woman reacted like that, real or faked. I liked the idea of my oral abilities being almost dangerously good, but I knew that it was really about her. The fact that she was able to experience such intense pleasure with my amateurish attempts at stimulation was convincing me of something I'd been suspecting ever since I'd first seen her orgasm. I remembered the first time I'd made her cum, how overwhelming it had seemed for her. Jessica, the uptight, almost virginal prude that I lured to my bedroom all those months ago was turning out to be something incredible, a sexual being with a seemingly endless untapped sexual energy. And she was all mine. I stood up and looked over at Jessica's unconscious form. She was still bound, and the blindfold had snapped back into place when I ran to the laptop. I sat down beside her on the bed and caressed her cheek. My cock had turned limp the instant I'd realised she passed out, but the memories of the sounds she'd made caused me to stiffen slightly again. I'd still gotten to hear her pleasure, and feel it's effects through her body. Her hips pulsing against my arms, the almost anguished cries of pleasure, the taste of her that still lingered on my tongue. I tried to ignore these vivid images and just focus on her. I just had to wait until she woke up. After a few minutes that felt like days, Jessica let out a small moan and turned her head. She pulled lightly against her binding, and turned her head quickly the other way. As soon as she made a move, a wide smile had split my face. She was Ok. But she apparently didn't know that. She started frantically shaking her head, probably trying to dislodge whatever was blinding her, and she kept pulling against the headboard that she was tied to. She started making sounds of distress and panic, and I had to stop myself from laughing. She clearly didn't remember where she was. "Jessica." I said, my voice sounding steady and firm. She turned to face me. "Steven?" she asked, her body tensing. I laughed lightly. "Almost." I said. "Sir!" she breathed with relief, her whole body relaxing. "Sir...what happened?" "What do you remember?" I asked. "I...You tied me down." she said slowly, tugging against her bindings, "And then... you took pictures of me, and I couldn't see..." "That's right." I said soothingly, caressing her cheek, "What happened next?" She leaned into my hand and smiled. Just knowing I was here had put her completely at ease. It was startling how much she trusted me. "You put the camera away... You... touched me...everywhere," she said softly, "And then you... Oh God, you... licked my pussy." "It was your reward." I said. She didn't respond to this, but just let out a quick breath of surprise. "And then you passed out for a few minutes." I said, "It was too much for you, I guess." "Oh wow."she said, "That's...Wow..." Her body was relaxed but she slowly pressed her thighs together and twisted her hips. It seemed blacking out hadn't killed her sex drive. I leaned over her and ran my fingers up into her hair. With my other hand I still held her cheek, and I whispered into her ear. "Did you like that, sweetheart? Did you like it when I tasted your sweet little pussy?" She whimpered and I felt her shiver beneath me. I reached up and untied her arms. She let them fall slowly to her sides before gently rubbing her wrists. I slipped off her blindfold and stared into her eyes. She smiled widely at me, but didn't speak. I took her face in my hands and pulled her into a deep kiss. She responded slowly, her tongue making circles around mine. I thought she was being unusually calm, but when I tried to pull away she stepped things up. She pushed hard against me and continued the kiss, threading her fingers behind my head to keep me close. Instead of pissing me off, this made me smile. There was something weirdly cute about her doing this. She'd done it before, and to me it seemed she was trying to get around one of my rules. She couldn't kiss me directly without permission, but once I'd kissed her she wouldn't let our lips part, being as aggressive as she liked without technically disobeying. I laughed gently into her mouth, even as the sensation of being so passionately kissed caused me to stiffen fully. I pushed against her shoulder to free myself from her grip, and smiled at her look of disappointment. She quickly leapt forward and began kissing my face, quick pecks along my jaw line that ended at my mouth. She breathed against my lips, silently begging for another kiss. "Take it easy," I said, pushing her back again, "You just passed out a few minutes ago, slow it down." "I'm fine." she said lightly, pulling herself towards me again, "I'm perfect." She went back to kissing my cheek and neck, with her hands pressed against my chest. I turned my head and kissed her deeply, then fell back on to the bed. She let her naked body fall against mine and eagerly returned my passion. "You taste like me." she said pulling back, her eyes wide with excitement, "That's so fucking hot." She began frantically licking my lips and cheeks, cleaning her pussy juices from me. She had so much energy for someone that had just been unconscious. "That's so hot!" she repeated, "I can believe you did that! It felt... Oh my God, Sir... I've never felt anything like it!" She tried to kiss me, but I tightened my grip in her hair and pulled her back. She let out a grunt of pain, but then smiled. She closed her eyes and pulled hard against my grip, intensifying the harsh treatment of her scalp. "I missed this." she said, "I missed you." I released her and she pressed the side of her face against my chest, wrapping her arms around my body. "I missed you so much."she said. I laughed gently and ran my fingers through her hair. For a time we just lay together, enjoying the shared warmth of our bodies. I kissed her head and sighed contentedly. We kissed again, and she ran her hand down my body, resting against my bulge. She looked at me with sudden anticipation in her eyes. "Take it out." I ordered, and she eagerly obliged. She yanked down the waistband of my underwear and squealed with delight as my erection bounced free. She took the shaft in her slender fingers, and looked up at me. "Did you miss this cock?" I asked. She nodded, biting her lip and gripping my cock with both hands. All of her anxious energy from before was suddenly gone, and I could see the powerful lust in her eyes. "I missed your cock, Sir." she said sensuously. "I missed the taste of it... and the feeling of it inside me..." She moved her other leg over to straddle me, and languidly slid her body against mine. She stared into my eyes as her lips got closer to mine, before moving and missing my face completely. She put her mouth against my ear, nibbling my earlobe for a few seconds before speaking in a low, purring voice. "Which of my holes would you like to use, Sir?" My breath caught in my throat, and I let out a small grunt of lust. I grabbed her ass hard and pulled her downwards, pressing her pussy against my erection and trapping it against my stomach. "Well... this brings back memories." she smiled, looking down. She suddenly ground her pussy hard against my cock from base to tip, then settled in the middle. "Mmm... I did miss this cock." she giggled. She started shifting her hips back and forth, gently humping my stiff shaft. "I was just thinking about that night." I said thoughtfully, tightening my grip on her ass cheeks. She giggled again, and then moaned as I sank my fingers into her soft, yet firm flesh. "I was so terrified that night..." she said, closing her eyes and thrusting harder. "Terrified?" I asked. She caught my eye, and smiled. "Of me?" I asked. "Yes of you." she said, laughing, "Of you... Of this fucking monster between your legs... Of... Of..." She trailed off into a low moan and increased her speed again, her sensitive body already desperate for release. My cock was dripping with her juices, and her lower lips sliding against my skin was making a deliciously erotic sound. "Slow down." I said. "Tell me more." She groaned with frustration, but slowed her pace. "Sir..." she whimpered. "Tell me about it." I repeated, "The night of your first orgasm. The night you first said you'd be my slut." Maybe this wasn't exactly the right moment for a conversation, but I was curious about how she felt about that night. Also I knew that slowing down would frustrate her more than it would me. Or at least, I could handle it better. She suddenly fell forward, her eyes stopping inches from mine, her body pressed against me. "I was so scared."she said softly, but quickly, "I kept thinking how much it would hurt when you fucked me... I was so sure you were going to, and I didn't know if I'd be able to take it. And I kept making these...these slutty noises... I didn't know why... and you kept calling me a slut... and I just... I..." She trailed off again, her thrusting against my cock becoming frenzied. I grabbed her roughly by the hair, but that didn't stop her. She was lost in her world of pleasure, and I knew she was already on the brink of another orgasm. I slapped her face hard and pulled her head towards me. "Slow down!" I growled. She gasped, but did as I asked. She stopped completely, in fact, and stared into my eyes. "Talk." I said roughly, "Finish your story." "I...I didn't understand it." she panted quickly, "I didn't know why I was letting it happen, why I was letting you talk to me like that...you of all people. Why my pussy was wetter than it had ever been, or why pleasure was coursing through my body like electricity, making me moan like a whore." She took my face in her hands and began to thrust her hips again. "And then you grabbed my nipples and it felt incredible, the pain shooting through me, mixing with the pleasure and igniting something inside me." I loved the imagery she was using, the passion with which she spoke. As if to recreate the moment, I grabbed her nipples again, pinching them hard. She moaned erotically, closing her eyes tight. I twisted and toyed with her nipples until she met my eye again. "And then you made me look at you." she almost whispered, "Into your eyes... and you were just so... so much..." She bit down hard on her lip and let out a frustrated groan. "Sir, I need to cum." she gasped, "Please..." "Get up." I ordered. "Please, please let me-" I jerked her hair upwards and pushed up against her chin, forcing her off my cock. She raised one leg to support herself, while I held her in place by her hair. I reached down with my other hand and held my cock upright. She looked down and saw what I wanted, and lowered herself down while I kept us lined up. Her wet pussy lips met the head of my cock, and she suddenly dropped her hips, forcing half of my shaft into her hot, wet hole, but then she stopped. She looked stunned at the sensation of being so suddenly filled. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, pushing down against her hips to make her further impale herself on my cock. She sank down slowly letting out a strained wail, her expression awash with shock and lust, and then she suddenly smashed her head against my shoulder. I felt the last of me enter her. I slipped my hand between us and pressed my thumb against her clit. She jerked forward and the already unbelievable pressure around my cock increased. She was on the very brink of another orgasm, I could tell just by the twitching of her pussy. "Cum for me." I ordered softly, flicking my thumb against the sensitive nub. She screamed into my skin as her pussy clenched hard around my shaft, and her slender body shook and quivered with pleasure. I felt her bite down hard on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. She gasped once, then let out a long, low moan as her pleasure faded. "I like it when you cum." I said softly. "Yeah?" she asked somewhat shakily, smiling. "Your slutty cunt clings so tightly to my cock, like it's trying to milk my sperm right out of it." She bit her lip and I felt her pussy shiver around my girth. She liked it when I talked like that, it seemed, crude and blunt. "Do it again." I ordered, letting go of her face. "I want to feel you cum." She smiled widely. "Yes Sir!" she said. She looked down and started to hesitantly shift her hips back and forth, trying to create some friction. At first she didn't really get anywhere. Her gentle gyrations were barely causing any real pleasure, although it did feel nice. "I, uh, don't really know what I'm doing here..." she said nervously, not meeting my eye. "Up and down." I said simply, "Use your hips and your legs." She slowly raised herself up an inch or two, then slammed back down. "Fuck..." she whispered. She repeated the same action a few times, seeming to enjoy the sensation of being filled each time. It felt good, but still not perfect. "Rhythm is important, sweetheart." I said, gripping her ass. I guided her up and down, only a few inches but with a regular pace. She picked it up quickly and moved faster, bobbing up and down on my thick cock. "That's it..." I said, sighing with pleasure. It was not nice having to drive for once, so I closed my eyes and let the pleasure fill my mind. She was so incredibly tight and wet. I'd really missed 'using this hole', as she'd put it. She started varying the depth every now and again, going for a few long strokes followed by a lot of short, quick ones. I smirked, realising she was showing me more about how she liked to be fucked. There was some space between our bodies that suddenly closed, and I felt her boobs press against me. "Fffuuuck..." she moaned, moving faster and faster. She was really feeling it. She humped my cock desperately, impaling herself over and over on my hard shaft. "Do it." I sighed, reacting to her increasing speed. "Cum for me." She practically growled with pleasure and moved even faster. She was leaning heavily on my shoulders and I supported the weight of her body. After a few seconds of frantic activity she came hard, groaning and gasping as her pussy clenched around me. Her voice came in erratic bursts of passion through her heavy breaths. It really felt incredible, the strength with which her hot, wet channel gripped my shaft, shaking and pulsing around it. She slowed down, basking in the pleasure, but I wasn't finished. I spanked her ass hard, causing her to yelp. "Do it again." I ordered simply. She smiled tiredly, and with a soft groan started to move again. Now she moved with long, slow strokes, almost lazily moving from base to tip and back. She pressed her forehead against mine and wrapped her arms tighter around me, her strained breath tickling my lips. I kissed her hard, biting down on her lower lip until I heard what was quickly becoming one of my favourite sounds; that beautiful whimper that indicated both pleasure and pain. She stared into my eyes as she rode me, already with a steady and perfect rhythm, at times almost leaving my cock uncovered only to begin the descent just before the last half-inch popped out. She was only riding me for a few minutes when she started making a low, humming moan that told me she was close. She was really a very vocal lover. "Sir..." she whimpered. "That's it, sweetheart." I said, thinking she wanted permission, "Cum on my cock." "Hurt me." she said quietly. "What was that?" I asked. "Pull my hair." she gasped, her hips shaking as she rode me with ever increasing vigour. "Hurt me... please." I grinned and pulled her hair hard, yanking her to the side and twisting my fist. At the same time I delivered and powerful slap to her cheek, the loud snap filling the room. She gasped, and a few seconds later she obeyed my command, moaning out another strong orgasm. This one lasted longer than the previous one, and the powerful convulsions around my cock were even stronger, causing me to moan with pleasure. She slowed to a stop, and was panting heavily. She wasn't used to being on top and she was tiring quickly. But I still wasn't finished. "Again." I said, spanking her ass and pulling her hair. She groaned and gritted her teeth. She raised herself up just a few inches before slowly sliding back to the base "I can't..." she panted, clearly exhausted. "My hips... I can't..." I frowned at her. She was just sitting, impaled on my cock but refusing to move any more. "Sweetheart, you're being very inconsiderate." I said, forcing my voice to be smooth, despite the potent mix of frustration and pleasure I was feeling. "You've already had... God knows how many orgasms, whereas I've yet to cum even once." She whimpered as I slid my hand around her throat and twisted her hair again. "Make me cum." I ordered. She nodded quickly, shutting her eyes tight, and struggled to lift her body again. She seemed to be in a considerable amount of discomfort, but I'd gone too long, too many days without cumming inside my slut to care. She moved shakily at first, but soon increased the pace. She put her forehead against mine again, staring into my eyes, riding my cock with long, purposeful strokes. "Are you gonna... cum for me?" she gasped. I didn't answer her. I'd been actively holding my orgasm back since maybe her second one, but I loved seeing her like this. I was in no hurry. "Please..." she moaned, "Please cum for me. Cum inside me, in... in my tight pussy." Yours Ch. 04 I smirked at her attempts at dirty talk, knowing that it embarrassed her even now. "You want me to cum?" I asked, "You want me to fill up that slutty cunt with my sperm?" "Please!" she moaned, her hips faltering in their now frantic pace. She kissed me suddenly, and threw her arms around me. This surprised me, and the shock caused my tight control to slip for just a second. But that was all it took. My orgasm was suddenly upon me, and it was a big one. I practically roared into her mouth as the pleasure overwhelmed me, and she echoed both my voice and my pleasure as yet another orgasm assaulted her. I clung desperately to her as my cock fired spurt after spurt of my seed inside her. I'd so missed this, the intense sensation of cumming inside an orgasming pussy. We came down from our individual highs together, breathing heavily in unison. We rested like this for a few seconds, my cock still hard inside her wet channel, and our arms holding each other tight. She sat up, lifting herself all the way off of my shaft, but then fell forward, having lost the strength in her legs and hips. I supported her trembling body until she lay down on my thighs, her legs off to the side. She buried her face into the crook my neck, kissing my skin. I pointed her face towards mine and kissed her, slow and deep. We pulled away from each other, and she smiled again. It was a difficult expression to interpret, a subtle mix of adoration and pain, a generous amount of embarrassment too. "Are you Ok?" I asked. "I'm... yeah, I'm good." she said. I pulled her close to me and lay down. "That was definitely worth waiting for." she sighed, relaxing against me, "Although I probably won't be walking straight for a while." I ran my fingers into her hair, brushing it away from her face. I pushed my lips to hers again and we kissed softly. I thought she would want to relax after that, but I soon felt her slender fingers wrapping around my cock. "Of course you're still hard." she sighed jokingly. She ran her palm along my length. "And we made such a mess." she said. Well that was true. My shaft was coated in a layer of her feminine juices, not to mention a lot of my own sperm. "I think you should clean it up." I said. "You know, I was just thinking that." she replied. She lifted her body away from mine and shifted her face down to my cock. Her eyes stayed locked on to mine as she pressed her tongue to the base of my shaft and slowly licked upwards towards the head, just like I taught her. I let out a satisfied sigh, lay back and closed my eyes, letting her pleasure me however she wanted. She was thorough as she cleaned my cock, rapidly replacing the layer of our juices with her saliva. She'd really missed this, it seemed. She practically attacked my cock with her tongue. I let myself growl with pleasure. I'd missed this too, the heat and energy of her oral attention. When she was satisfied she'd followed my command, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and back towards her throat. She teased me for a while, bringing the head towards the entrance to her throat without taking it deep, like I knew she could. After a few longs minutes filled with frantic licking, I realised what she was doing. I looked down at her to see her staring up at me. When our eyes met she closed hers and sucked in her cheeks, increasing the pressure around my dick, but still not taking it any deeper. She was waiting for me to take control. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off of me. She sat back on her knees and waited silently. I got on to my knees in front of her and caressed the back of her head. "You're doing well." I said, pushing her gently downward. She followed my guidance and lay down with her face in front of my cock. "But, you know..." I continued, "I think if we really want clean this mess, we have to get a little deeper." I pressed my cock head to her lips and she opened her mouth to accept it. "You don't mind if I use your throat, do you?" I asked casually, forcing it deeper. She relaxed and I pushed harder, my cock slowly filling her until my balls were resting against her chin. She flexed her throat around my shaft, gagging slightly. "Mmm... fuck. Such a tight little throat." I grunted. I pulled out half way out of her slick throat, and then thrust back in. I groaned out loud and started to thrust in and out with a steady rhythm. I honestly didn't know which I preferred, her pussy or her throat. Regular sex was incredible, and somehow getting better each time. But looking down at her wide, green eyes staring up at me, drool covering her lips and chin... this was fucking addictive. I grabbed her hair with one hand and reached down to lightly grip her throat with the other. With my hand I could actually feel my cock causing a bulge in her throat. She moaned with lust and shut her eyes tight. "No, look at me." I ordered. She obeyed, her eyes locking with mine again. She was tearing up at the discomfort. God, she was so gorgeous, so perfectly submissive. "Look at me while I use your throat." I growled. "I know you love this." She moaned at my words, and I felt the vibrations along my cock. I pounded harder into her mouth, enjoying how her tongue would curl around the shaft and head every time I pulled out. I could feel my second orgasm approaching already, and I knew there was no reason to hold it back, nothing to wait for. But still, I made myself slow down. I could control myself even now. I had to know that. "Throat or tongue?" I growled. I slid my cock out of her mouth and let it bounce into the air, flinging a line of her own spit across her face. "You choose. Do you want me to cum in your throat, or do you want to taste it?" I asked, stroking her face with my thick shaft, further covering her cheek with her saliva. "My tongue!" she moaned raggedly, "I want to taste it!" I laughed darkly, and forced my cock back into her mouth. "Of course you do." I taunted, "You love my cum, don't you?" She moaned as I resumed my frantic pace, driving myself back to the brink of orgasm in a few short minutes. As she requested, when it was time I pulled out until just my cock head was in her mouth, but then I got a better idea. I pulled out completely, with only the tip resting against her lips. "Use your hands." I ordered. She quickly shifted her weight off of her arms so that she could grasp my shaft. She jerked my cock as her tongue poked out and licked the sensitive tip, coaxing me towards ejaculation. "Don't... swallow." I gasped, "Hold it... in your mouth." She nodded, wrapping her lips around the head, and I came hard. I stared down at her, the pleasure and feeling of Dominance driving every thought from my head. My second orgasm felt even bigger than the first one, long powerful spurts each accompanied by a wave of mind-numbing pleasure. My withering cock slipped from between her lips, and I sighed with satisfaction. I thought I'd seen her swallow once or twice while I was cumming, but now she was looking up at me with her cheeks bulged out. I laughed. It was a big load, but not that big. Her puffed out cheeks were filled with mostly air. "Open." I ordered. She looked intensely embarrassed but obeyed, holding her mouth open to let me see all of my thick cum pooled on her tongue. There was more than I thought. I gripped her face, pushing in on her tight cheeks. I put my other finger in her mouth and pressed it against her tongue, sliding the sperm around on it. "You like that, don't you." I stated, pinching her tongue with my thumb and finger. "You like how it tastes." She gave a quick, hesitant nod. "What do you say when someone gives you something you like?" I asked. She closed her eyes tight, hesitating. "Jessica." I said darkly, "What do you say?" She made a barely audible murmur in the back of her throat. "What was that?" I asked. She let out a defeated whimper, and tried to speak with her mouth open and with me still holding her tongue. "Fank ooo." she said, her tongue twitching in my grip. I sighed as a rush of Dominant satisfaction passed through me. I smiled. "You're welcome, slut." I said, removing my finger. "Now swallow it." She closed her mouth and swallowed my sperm with a loud gulp. She kept her eyes closed for a few seconds. I rested back on my feet, waiting for her to glare up at me with those big, green, vulnerable eyes. I was ready for her to "come down", to desperately cling to me after the intense high of humiliation and submission. But that's not what happened. Instead, she opened her eyes, and smiled. She leaned forward and kissed my cock again, gently taking it in her hand. "Can I have more?" she asked, "Can your slut please have more of your delicious cum, Sir?" I stared into her wide eyes and my heart pounded in my chest. My tired, sensitive cock was trying to rise again. I didn't answer at first, but kept my expression neutral. "Please Sir?" she begged, "Please can I suck your cock again?" She kissed the shaft again, and again. I'd expected this to be too much for her, but I was wrong. It looked like I'd be able to push her even farther than before. "Go ahead." I sighed, as if this was an inconvenience to me. I slid my legs out from under me and lay down completely, my head resting on my arms. My urge to dominate had calmed somewhat, so I figured I could relax and enjoy this. She gripped my cock with both hands and started to bring it back to life. Her attitude was different than the first time. She moved slowly, deliberately, letting her tongue explore and massage every inch of my flesh, licking and probing, occasionally taking my mostly limp shaft into her mouth for a few gentle sucks. It was taking a while for me to get hard. After all, it was the third one that night. After maybe ten minutes I still wasn't completely erect. Then, she gripped my cock at the base and tapped it against her cheek. She let out an excited sigh and did it a few more times, bouncing my rubbery shaft off of her cheeks and lips. My mind was filled with an image of brutally slapping her with my cock, using the weight and size of it to hurt her. Even at my size it wasn't like I'd really be able to hurt her with it, but just the idea of using the cock that she loved to punish her like that was enough to bring me back to full hardness. I'll have to try that some time, I thought. She used her hands, lips, tongue, and cheeks to gently massage and caress my once again rock hard cock. At any one point there was at least two different sensations happening simultaneously, rubbing or licking or lightly twisting with her dexterous fingers. I let myself make whatever low growls or hums I wanted to, feeling no need to hide my pleasure. I felt myself reach a new level of relaxation, an almost sleep-like trance where all I could feel was the comfort of my body on the bed and the constant, yet wonderfully unhurried worship of my cock. I don't how long this went on before she finally took me into her throat, but it was a surprising change. The ceaseless variations of pleasurable touches was replaced with one intense surrounding pressure. She was really getting incredible at this. The first time she sucked my cock she could barely fit a few inches in without gagging, and didn't have the first idea about what would feel good other than just touching it. She'd learned a lot, and seemed to be learning still. She slid me out of her throat and immediately began swirling her tongue around the head, while at the same time bobbing up and down maybe two or so inches each time. It caused me to groan out loud, which she echoed as if feeling my pleasure with me. I'd never instructed her to do most of this, and I wondered where she'd learned it all. If I hadn't already ejaculated twice in the past hour, I'd likely have reached my peak long before now. She was so smooth in her motions, almost graceful as she took me out of her mouth, only for her hand to immediately grip tightly around the head and start jerking it. From one second to the next I was still receiving some sort of pleasure, and I loved her seamless transitions from motion to motion. "I realised a few things while I was away." she quietly, speaking for the first time in what felt like hours. "Oh?" I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "One thing... was that I've been neglecting these." she said, her hand lightly caressing my balls. I grunted with surprise and my body tensed up. She giggled and took my scrotum in her hand, squeezing ever-so-slightly, just enough to let me really feel the heat and softness of her skin. "I mean, these have been so good to me." she continued, her voice low and erotic. "Always so full of that delicious cum I love so much." She began to flex her fingers, gently rotating my heavy orbs. Then, again in one seamless motion, she took her hand away only for it to be immediately replaced by her tongue. Her hand went to join her other one on my shaft, where she hadn't stopped slowly but firmly massaging me with a grip so strong it might have hurt a thinner cock, but felt incredible to me. She licked all along the sensitive skin of my balls, and the completely new sensation was incredible. She slipped one heavy testicle into her mouth and sucked on it hard before releasing it with a loud pop, then started to circle the other other with her tongue. I couldn't help but look down at her. My cock was longer than her face, and it almost looked like she was clinging to the shaft for support while she explored my sack. She noticed me looking, and smiled shyly with her tongue still poking out. Blushing, she gave me a long, slow lick from base to tip, moving her hands down to cup my balls with one and grip the base tight with the other. She took the head into her mouth, and sucked hard. I lay back and let my mind wander. My third erection in a row, on the rare occasion I could get one, usually lasted longer than the other two combined. Of course, that was always when I was alone, and she was doing things I'd never be able to replicate by myself. As it was I knew that I'd be able to climax again in just a few minutes, but I didn't want to. I tensed my lower muscles and felt the need abate somewhat. This was something I'd always been able to do, and that I'd been practising even more since getting involved with Jessica. I couldn't hold off forever, like she'd proven earlier, but if she kept the same pace I'd definitely be able to last. And she didn't seem to be in any hurry. The long minutes drifted into one another as she continued her beautifully slow worship, sucking, licking, taking me deep into her throat, and always massaging me a hundred different ways with her soft, slender fingers. I honestly don't know how long this went on for, only that it was probably the longest she'd ever pleasured me, with her mouth or her pussy. But all things come to an end, and so eventually I had to allow myself release. "Soon, sweetheart.", was all I said, my voice sounding deep and incredibly relaxed. She increased the pace only slightly, and kept the tip right against her tongue as her hands gripped harder. A minute or so later I let out a satisfied sigh, and allowed the wave of my pleasure to slowly crest over me. The head was still pressed against her tongue, which was an interesting sensation. I felt her roll her tongue around the tip after I'd finished, cleaning every drop before she swallowed. "Good girl." I said lazily. There's really nothing like a long, slow blow-job to just take every ounce of anxiety and stress out of your body. "Thank you, Sir." she said, still holding my cock. I considered ordering her to lie down next to me so we could sleep, but she didn't seem to be in any hurry to join me. She kissed my cock a few times, almost tentatively, as if she wasn't sure she was allowed to keep going. "Easy..." I said softly, "It's really sensitive right now." "Should I stop?" she asked. It was very sensitive, but I didn't actually mind the contact. "No." I said. I felt her lips bend into a smile against my cock, which made me smile too. She held my soft, wet cock in her hand, just feeling it's weight. She pressed her lips to the base, where it met my scrotum, and kissed it before licking it firmly. I let out a sharp breath of pleasure. In response, she licked the area frantically then suddenly nibbled on it, causing me to jerk my hips forward in shock. She giggled and licked the sensitive spot again. "I never get to see it when it's completely soft." she said thoughtfully, kissing along my shaft. "Not for long, anyway. It's still so thick, and so heavy." She took the shaft in both of her hands, one above the other, and bounced it up and down as if weighing it. "How did you ever keep this a secret?" she asked, gently massaging my well-used cock. "I mean, don't guys talk about this stuff? There's usually all sorts of rumours floating around about who's big or small, but I've never even heard of anything as big as this." "Separate stalls... in the locker room." I said with effort, trying to focus on the heat and softness of her fingers. "Oh, that makes sense." she said, before enveloping the head in her lips again. I didn't know if she was even still trying to pleasure me any more, or whether she was just satisfying her obsession. "I mean, I know I've only seen one other penis up close, but it was like..." she gently cupped my balls with one hand and started to caress them. "I don't know, like an infant version of yours. Like you and Mike are a different species or something." she said. I sighed, and then gasped when I felt my exhausted cock twitch. "Oh my God!" she said quickly, moving her other hand back to my shaft. "Was that... are you...?" She sat back and looked down at my cock, then up at me. "Four times?" she asked, grinning, "Are you going to get hard four times in a row? Is that even possible?" She loosened her grip on my shaft and began twisting her wrists, creating a light circular pressure with her fingers. "Lissie was telling us all about this guy she was with a little while ago." she said, her voice soft, "She was so impressed that he could get hard again right after cumming." She suddenly took my mostly limp cock into her mouth, and into her throat. I couldn't tell if I'd be able to get it up again, and because of the sensitivity there was almost as much exhausted pain as there was pleasure at this point, but she seemed determined to coax me back to life. "Two whole times!", she exclaimed after my cock slid from her mouth, "And everyone seemed so impressed! I had to stop myself from telling them I know a guy who doesn't even get soft after the first one!" She kept up her work, licking and sucking and stroking me, and I felt myself stiffen ever so slightly more. She laughed lightly, eyes fixed on my cock. "I thought it was so weird how you didn't go soft the first time you used my mouth, that first night." she said, "Mike could never even dream of getting hard a second time. One time after a 30 second hand job, he spent two minutes jerking the little thing, trying to get it up again. I didn't really think anything of it at the time... but it was pretty pathetic now that I think about it. You know, in comparison." I felt my cock twitch again at her words, and she noticed. "Oh?" she said looking up at me, "Did you like that? Did you...did you like hearing about how much of a man you are compared to Mike?" She kissed my cock head, and I felt myself stiffen further. She let out an excited yelp. "Do you want me to tell you how small he is again, Sir?" she said excitedly, as if she'd discovered some great secret. "About how your limp cock is still twice the size of his hard one?" Yours Ch. 04 There was something about being compared to him like this that turned me on. It was such an obvious and direct measurement of masculinity, of superiority. I was actually embarrassed at the intense effect it was having on me, and somehow I knew if she kept it up I'd be hard soon. And apparently so did she. "You're so fucking huge, Sir, so much bigger and better than that pathetic little faggot." she said. She was getting more and more excited too. "Even these!" she said, cupping my sack again, "You could fit his whole sack into either one of your balls. Compared to you, it's like he's not even a man. He's like a little boy, with a sad little boy-dick." I grunted with lust as my well used cock filled once again with blood, and jutted out from my body straight and hard. "Oh...fuck." I grunted. She wrapped her both hands around my shaft and licked the remaining few inches that were uncovered, staring into my eyes. I'd never been able to get this hard so many times alone. Three had always been my limit, and even that was rare. My cock looked an angry shade of red, and the thick veins that kept it alive seemed to be even more prominent. I imagined I could almost see them visibly pumping with blood in time with my pounding heart. I was sore, and tired, but I was hard. In an instant the wonderful tranquillity was gone, replaced with a surprising and powerful lust. My cock needed to be pleasured, right that second. I rose up to my knees and forced my cock into her mouth, barely pausing to thrust downwards against her tongue before carrying on into her waiting throat. "Fuck." was all I could say as the pleasure filled my mind. It was so intense, I was so sensitive. But it wasn't enough. I started to fuck her throat fast and hard, harder than I ever had. She began to moan with lust, but I barely heard her. I just pumped my hard shaft into her over and over, losing myself in the mindless pursuit of my pleasure. I could feel her saliva coating my balls, and where I was holding her face I could feel more of her tears of discomfort. I closed my eyes and grimaced as I felt an unusual frustration. I grabbed her hair hard and began to really pound into her, grunting with exertion at every thrust. My balls were colliding with her chin so rapidly that it almost hurt, but it still wasn't enough. I needed her pussy. I quickly pulled out of her mouth, causing her to inhale too sharply and begin to cough. With the grip I still had on her hair, I dragged her forwards and pressed her face against the bed, maintaining my grip as I lined my cock up with her pussy, and plunged into her. She felt so incredible, so perfectly tight. I began to fuck her as hard as I could from behind, needing the pleasure her body gave. She let out a cry of pleasure, or perhaps pain, but I ignored her. Nothing mattered in that moment except my own satisfaction. I leaned forward and raised myself up, using the weight of my body to slam my full length into her as speedily as I could. "Sir!" she suddenly, "I'm...ahhhnnnn... I'm going to...!" I cut her off by clamping my hand over her mouth. She was so loud. "Cum if you want." I grunted. Those were all the words I could spare. It felt like my sanity was slipping away. I'd never needed pleasure like this before, never been so completely overwhelmed by my lust. I doubt a heart attack would have stopped me right then. Jessica let out a frantic moan, and I could feel her orgasm through her convulsing pussy. "Ung, that's good." I grunted, enjoying the increase in sensation. I smirked, realising that the uncaring act I'd played out earlier with her was now real; her pleasure only mattered to me because of the effect it had on my cock. I impulsively slapped her ass with my free hand, and it made her pussy twitch. I seized this opportunity for more pleasure and rained blows down against her ass, spanking her brutally hard over and over again, ignoring the pain in my hand. This caused another orgasm to build up inside her and quickly explode outwards, the extra pain making her pleasure so intense that I could actually feel her pussy juices squirting out against my legs. She seemed to be having a lot more fun than I was. "Fuck this." I grunted, sliding my cock from her shivering pussy. I threw her from her knees on to her side, then shoved her legs up against her chest, putting her in a fetal position and exposing her dripping slit. I thrust into her again, revelling in how tight the pressure of her body made her pussy feel. It was almost choking the blood off from the base of my cock. I fucked her like this for God knows how long, feeling like I was forcing my way into every single inch of her pussy over, and over, and over. Her orgasms continued, but I barely noticed any more. To me they were just momentary increases in pressure accompanied by frantic whimpers and moans against my palm. I was still holding her mouth, but the strength of my grip was now in my other hand, twisted in her hair. I gritted my teeth and let out a grunt of frustration. This was maddening. The pleasure was so incredibly intense, but it was never enough. No matter how hard I used her my orgasm was still just out of reach. I released her hair and pushed down on her hip, using my weight to try and make her pussy even tighter. I wasn't aware of any huge difference, but I kept it up. Suddenly I was aware of us both in a way I'd never felt before. It was like a complete clarity of thought. There was no doubt in my mind, no other thought in that second except for the absolute certainty that I owned her. Her body was simply mine, her tight, convulsing pussy was nothing more than a wet hole which only existed to pleasure me. It was the absolute peak of Dominance, the total knowledge of how completely and entirely she belonged to me. And then I came. It was like nothing I'd ever felt. The pleasure erupted forcefully, numbing my mind and stopping my breath. It burned through me like fire, leaving an aching glow in its wake. I continued to thrust long after my orgasm had started, and quite a while after I'd finished, by cock stubbornly refusing to surrender its life. And then, like flicking a switch, everything faded. I collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted. I blinked a few times, laid out on her body, not entirely sure if I'd been conscious this whole time. I'd finally had my release, and it was like waking up from a trance. I slowly shifted back onto my knees and tried to get a grasp of my situation. The emotion had vanished as suddenly as it had come, leaving only cold, tired logic behind. I was panting, I realised. Almost hyperventilating, in fact. My whole torso was shaking with every breath. I hadn't been this physically exhausted since... I couldn't even remember. Vague images of a particularly brutal gym class as a kid sprang to mind, although the details evaded me. I ran my fingers through my hair, realising that I was sweating too. I was drenched with my own sweat and barely able to breath. It goes without saying that my cock was engulfed in a constant, dull ache, and was hanging limp and utterly lifeless. I looked at Jessica. She was in a similar state to me, seeming completely exhausted, her hair a complete mess and her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. "Jessica." I croaked. I cleared my throat and reached out to her. "Jessica." I said, louder. I touched her shoulder and she turned towards me. She stared at me with glazed, unfocused eyes. I knew that look. I sank forwards, letting myself collapse beside her. She pressed her head against my chest and inhaled shakily through her mouth, not saying a word. She was in a trance of her own. Using only my cock I'd made her submit to me, helped her find that state of mind that she craved, driving every worried thought and stress from her head and replacing it with pure physical sensation. For a while we just lay there, breathing heavily and trying to recover. The air was thick with the smell of sex, and I found it oddly pleasing. The smell of her sweat, of her hair, of her womanhood. It reminded me of her in a very visceral way. I pressed my nose against her head and inhaled deeply. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, gently running my fingers into her hair. I felt myself drifting off when she suddenly let out a sob, and I realised she was coming down from her submissive high. She started to cry, and all I could think to do was hold her. I comforted her, after being the one to hurt her in the first place, the contrast of these actions still confusing me on some level. "Good girl." I whispered, kissing her head. Her breathing slowly settled and I felt her relax completely against my body. I closed my eyes and just held her. Her breathing was laboured and she'd still sob occasionally, but I knew she'd be asleep soon. She always got tired after being dominated. Using the last dregs of my conscious effort, I leaned over and set my alarm for one hour away, flicked off my lamp, and fell into a deep and restful sleep. == I blinked, and suddenly the harsh blare of my alarm was waking me an hour later. I quickly reached over Jessica to shut it off, realising we'd drifted apart in our sleep, and now she had her back to me. I lay back and closed my eyes, then forced myself to open them again, yawning loudly. My thoughts were slow and wandering, as if I was still dreaming. It was so tempting just to ignore everything and keep sleeping. I sighed and sat up, struggling back to full consciousness. Moving made me realise that my cock still had that strange, tired pain. I hoped I hadn't accidentally broken it, or something. Jessica had woken up too, and had turned to face me. "Hey." I said. "Hey." she said quietly. She was just watching me. "Are you... alright?" I asked, rubbing my eyes. She nodded, but her expression was still serious. She had turned towards me, but seemed to shrink away. "Come here." I said impulsively. I reached out to her shoulder and guided her into my arms. I'd forgotten for a second that I'd accidentally managed to Dominate her, losing control of myself in the process. "Do you feel ok?" I asked, as she let her body rest against mine. "I was... pretty hard on you." "Pretty hard on me." she echoed, smiling. We both laughed quietly at her immature pun. "I'm fine." she answered. "I mean, I'm kind of thirsty... and my pussy feels like a train drove through it, but apart from that..." I laughed again. Her smile faded into a look of awe. "I've never seen you like that." she said quietly. "I've never felt like that." I admitted. "That...uh, that fourth one..." I remembered the wild, animal ferocity I'd attacked her with, just pinning her and using her body to abate my lust, the mind-numbing level of Dominance I'd managed to reach. "Jesus..." I swore quietly, amazed at how intense it had felt. "Yeah it was... pretty incredible..." she sighed, a wistful smile on her face. I couldn't believe she was smiling. Thinking back, I realised how dangerous that had been. I'd covered her mouth and pinned her down. If she'd wanted to stop, she had no way of telling me. Would I even have noticed if she'd tried to struggle? I doubted it. I'd have to be more careful with that in future. I'd never expected to come close to losing myself, but now that I knew it was a possibility, I'd be ready for it. I had to be able to control myself at all times. Despite how my complicated feelings for Jessica, I would never do something to her against her will. Even the most brutal and violent of our sessions had come with her consent, and they always would. Except for that one time with the belt... I remembered the first time I truly lost control with her and sighed, feeling the shame wash over me. I really had to get my shit together, this wouldn't work otherwise. I couldn't help but think I'd gotten incredibly lucky. If she'd been anyone else, some other woman, she may have wanted to stop but been unable to. She might have ended up a victim. But not Jessica. Lucky for the both of us. "I'm sorry for crying." Jessica said, derailing my train of thought. "It's stupid, it just feels kind of... overwhelming sometimes." Jesus. I'm worried about almost raping her, and she's sorry that she cried about it? "It's alright." I said lightly, stroking her hair. She sighed with frustration. "It's not alright, it's stupid." she said, "I'm 18 years old and I can't even have sex without blubbering all over myself and... clinging to you like a child. It's pathetic and-" "Calm down." I interrupted sternly. My sudden gravity startled her. She looked so vulnerable. "Look, sex can be... emotional." I explained gently, "Especially sex like that. Afterwards, it's understandable if you need to... release some of that emotion. And it's... ok." I wasn't explaining this very well. "It's just... ok." I repeated, my voice more firm, "Given everything I do to you, I don't mind cuddling with you afterwards. Just cry if you need to, in future. Don't worry about it." "Thanks." she almost whispered. She went quiet for a few seconds. "I still can't believe you licked my pussy." she said, as if she'd just remembered it. I laughed gently. She rested her head against my chest and I started to stroke her hair again. I felt the pull of sleep sapping away my concentration. "Hey... can we talk?" she asked. "About what?" I sighed. "A few things, actually." she said nervously, "I thought about a lot of things while I was away... well, actually I thought about you a lot while I was away...and I sort of... realised a few things." "Like that I might like to have my balls licked?" I asked, remembering what she'd said before she tried it out. She laughed lightly. "Yeah, that was one of the things." she said, "But there were a few things that I... I mean, it's kind of hard to... to verbalize... and I guess..." "Just talk." I said sternly. It was getting harder to resist sleep, and I didn't have a problem with listening to her, but I wouldn't sit and endure her dancing around it. "Just say what you want to say." "Ok... well, one thing I realised is that I really like calling you 'Sir'." she said, "I know it's weird, but it just feels right, you know? Like, that's how I think of you now. When I'm thinking about you, it's like... 'I wonder what Sir's doing right now.' or, 'I wonder if Sir would like to see me in this dress.' It just feels right..." I didn't respond to this, although it was good to hear. "And I like how you smell." she said, kissing my chest lightly, "You smell like... well, like sweat, but it reminds me of sex. You smell like fucking. Is that weird?" That made me smile, because I remembered that I'd been thinking much the same thing about her right before I fell asleep. "S'not that weird." I said, stifling another yawn. "What else?" I was curious about a lot of this stuff, about how our relationship was affecting her. She seemed to mostly happy, but I couldn't really be sure. Not that her happiness had ever been my first priority. "Uh, I think there was a few more things. Let me think." she said, her tone more serious. I gave her a second, trying not to fall asleep. I was so relaxed, so comfortable. "I like it when you call me sweetheart." she said, tracing circles against my chest with her fingertip, "I mean, I'm pretty sure you're being condescending most of the time, but I still like it." I just kept stroking her hair with a gentle rhythm. It was so hard to stay awake at this point, and her hair was so soft and warm. I wanted to just drift off again. But there was something in her voice that I didn't like. This was going somewhere, I felt. One of her little revelations wasn't going to be something I'd want to hear. Or maybe something she didn't want to say. I didn't know where the knowledge came from, but I was suddenly sure of it. She was hiding something. "What else?" I said. "Um...I like when you...when you pet my hair like this." she said nervously, "But I also like it when you try to yank it out of my scalp, so..." I stopped petting her. That sounded like something she'd just thought of on the spot. She was avoiding something, and I didn't like it. "What else?" I said, looking down at her. She avoided my eye. "Look, I gave you a hickey." she said, smiling. I looked down at my chest, near my collar bone, and found that she had. "Oh yeah," I said, rubbing my finger along the mark, "You bit me there when you came." "Sorry." she said, but her wide grin made me doubt that she meant it. I smiled at her, and for a small moment everything was good. But then her expression shifted, and she looked away again. "What is it?" I asked automatically, immediately uncertain if I even wanted to know. "Nothing." she said, forcing a smile. I sighed. I didn't even know what I wanted any more. Did I want her to share herself with me, or just to shut up and deal with it on her own? I frowned, wishing yet again that we didn't have the history that we had, wishing that things were simpler. But now that I'd seen that expression, I couldn't just ignore it. "Was that a lie?" I asked. She looked shocked and opened her mouth to protest, but after a few seconds closed it and looked down sadly. "Yeah." she said. She rested her cheek against my chest, not looking at me. I gave her a few seconds of silence. We both knew that it was coming, whatever it was. "Say it." I ordered eventually. "Do you still hate me?" she asked quickly. She didn't sound angry when she asked this. She didn't sound accusing either, or offended. She sounded tired. And I immediately knew the answer. Despite everything we'd been through in the past few months... despite everything... I still couldn't let go of all that had happened before. I found my mind wandering to a few key incidences, things I'd tried hard to forget. Things she'd done that had gone beyond mockery and taunting.. And the one time even she knew that she'd crossed the line, when her senseless cruelty reached its peak. How can you just let things like that go? Even if it meant losing what we had now, whatever that was, how could I just forget? So, did I still hate her? Honestly? "Yeah." I said. She didn't react at first. I think she knew it was coming. "Ok." she said in a small, broken voice. "I can live with that, I think. I don't need you to care about me." I had no response to this. I wasn't expecting it. "I always tell you that I love you... " she said, "And I only keep saying it because I keep finding new reasons for it to be true... but you've never said it back. It used to bother me, but when I was away I realised that I don't need you to say it back. I don't need you to love me. As long as I'm... as long as I'm yours." She slid her arms down my sides and lifted herself up. She leaned closer to me, and lowered her voice even more. "And I don't care what other girls you sleep with... or if you want to date Becky, or anyone else. I don't care if you want to get a real girlfriend and go on actual dates." she said, her voice getting heavy with emotion. "Because you don't belong to me... I belong to you. And as long as that's still true, then everything else is just... inconsequential." She bit her lip, then leaned forward to kiss me, but when she got close I gripped her jaw and held her in place. "Do you really mean that?" I asked. She tried to nod, but couldn't move her head. Yours Ch. 04 "Yes." she said. "Yes Sir." I frowned. I didn't even know what to think about this. This should have made me happy, but it sounded like she was giving up. Giving up on the idea that I would ever make her my girlfriend, that I'd ever treat her as an equal. She was submitting to me once again, but it sounded like it was breaking her heart. She pulled away, and lay down against me again. "I know it's...ugh, it's pathetic, but it's how I feel." she said, equal parts sadness and self-loathing. "This doesn't have to be anything more than... whatever it is. I don't blame you for feeling like that. We've never talked about it, but we both know I more than deserve it. I can't expect you to forgive me." This should have been music to my ears, but I couldn't handle any more of this, of her shame and self-hatred. I had no power to change how I felt about her, but I still wanted to help. For some stupid, nonsensical reason, I didn't want the woman I hated to hate herself too. "It's not pathetic." I said. She laughed disdainfully. "No, it kinda is. I'm just telling a guy that I don't care if he loves me or not, and that I just want to keep having sex with him." she said, as if explaining it to a child, "I'm a slut." The derision in her voice when she said the word "slut" surprised me. "That's not real though. You only think that because of... you know, cultural stuff." I said. "What?" she asked. I frowned at my choice of words, and tried to martial my weary thoughts into something more coherent. "Look... we live in a culture that tells women that love is the most important thing in the world. The idea is that men put up with romance in exchange for sex, and that women do the opposite." I said, "You, as a woman, are taught that actually wanting sex is wrong, and shameful, yet it's perfectly fine for me to want it because I'm a man." "Well, yeah." she said dismissively, "That's the double standard." I sighed and sat up, trying to delay my need for sleep. She moved with me until she was sitting across my lap. I pulled the blanket around us and settled in. "Exactly." I said, "It's a double standard. The problem is that for some reason you still believe it." She cocked her head at me, seeming genuinely curious. "What do you mean?" "You don't have to let other people tell you what to feel." I said, "If you recognise that the shame you're feeling is nothing more than the result of an illogical, bullshit rule, then you should be able to understand that the shame itself is illogical... and bullshit." "It's not really that simple..." she said, frowning. "But it is." I said, "We're all taught that what our society says is right or wrong is so God damned important, but the thing is that our society is almost always wrong about things like this." "You're saying the basic morality of our society is just wrong?" she challenged. "When it comes to women and sex, yes." I said. "Women used to be considered basically the property of their husbands. You couldn't even vote until like a hundred years ago for fuck's sake. Western culture doesn't know shit about what is or isn't good behaviour when it comes to women. It's all just patch-work bullshit made up of outdated moralities and sloppy adjustments to rapid cultural changes." I shook my head, realising I was getting off topic. "The point is, when it comes to sex, you and I basically grew up in two completely different countries." I said, "As a man, our culture taught me that sex is something I should look forward to, and have lots of when I'm an adult, whereas you where taught that it's something to be feared, something you have to avoid as much as you can or else be seen as a slut." "But I am a slut." she said, angrily. "I come over here whenever I can knowing that you're going to fuck me. I'm a horny, disgusting slut." Her words surprised me, and confused me. My views on sex, just like with most things I knew at that point, were based on what I'd read on the internet. The people I'd talked to, and the things I'd read there had really influenced my personal morality. To me, the idea that sex between two consenting adults could be considered shameful in any way was as archaic as the idea that we should be waiting until marriage, or that a woman's place was at home with the kids while the man has to work. Just old, obviously outdated notions. I'd never felt a single trace of guilt towards my activities Jessica. I mean, guilt about whether or not I was dominating her properly, or hurting her too much, yes. Guilt about keeping it from my sister, yes. Guilt about having to ignore Jessica's love for me because I didn't feel the same way... yeah. But never about the actual sex. Jessica seemed to have guilt over even having sex at all, or enjoying it. It suddenly dawned on me that Jessica and I had incredibly different views about what we were doing. She was so repressed when it came to sex. This is something I already knew in a sense, but for some reason I'd never considered exactly how it might affect her. "What I'm trying to say is that when I call you a slut, I don't necessarily mean it in a bad way." I said. "There's nothing wrong with liking sex. You don't have to be ashamed of it." "I can't really help it." she said quietly. "Well... try." I said uselessly. "You don't have to let other people's labels matter to you. Sex isn't something to be ashamed of. " There was a thoughtful silence. I lay down again, carrying her with me. I found myself noticing how much I loved the feeling of her body against mine, her soft heat enveloping me. "Culture..." she said thoughtfully. "I've never heard you talk like this before. About culture, and society. Are you interested in that kind of stuff?" "Uh, I was for a while." I said, closing my eyes, glad we'd moved away from the heavier topics. "I used to read about it a lot." "For school?" she asked. "Nah, I was just interested in it." "Not any more?" she asked. "Well sometimes, but it's not what I've been reading recently." "What have you been reading recently, then?" she asked. I yawned loudly, and shifted to get more comfortable. "Umm... well last night I was reading about Astrology." I said, "And about how horoscopes and stuff like that are usually just vague general statements that most people can relate to." "Really?" she said. "Yeah, they're called Barnum statements... like, people will read these sentences and claim that they're designed for them personally, when they're actually just generic descriptions of personality traits and vague events that everyone experiences to some extent. Called the Forer effect, I think." I yawned again. "From there I clicked on a link about... Cold Reading, which is a technique fake psychics use to-" I suddenly opened my eyes, realising I was just rambling about random crap I'd read online. I shook my head slightly, fighting off the fog of sleep. "Why are we talking about this?" I said, mostly to myself. "That's really cool." she said, sounding excited, "So you just read about all this different stuff?" "Um...pretty much." I answered. "Cool." she said again, "You know, you're smarter than I thought." The was a slight pause as we both thought about her last comment. I suddenly felt her stiffen in fear, and she let out an odd squeak. "I... I didn't mean-" she started. "Relax." I interrupted. "I've known you long enough to know when you're being deliberately insulting." "Sorry." she half whispered. "I just meant... you're so quiet... it's good to hear you actually talking about something you're interested in." "Hm.", was all I responded with. "Is that really how you think about things?" she asked thoughtfully. "Is what how I think about things?" I asked. "Like... like you don't care what anyone else thinks?" Did I say that? I couldn't remember... "Mostly." I answered, "I just try to focus on what I think about myself, what I know about myself. I don't need validation from anyone else, you know? Or... that's the idea, at least." "Hm." she responded. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." She said this with a such a thoughtful tone. For some reason I started to panic. What was I doing? Telling her about my interests, my opinions, my fucking feelings? Jessica was not my girlfriend. Why was she even still here? I was suddenly angry at myself for talking to her at all. I didn't have to share anything with her. She'd spent years hating me, who the fuck was she to suddenly start caring about me? "Alright, it's time to go." I said. "Right now?" she asked. "Right now." I said, forcing my voice to be cold and uncaring. "Ok." she sighed, although there was humour in her voice. She sat up and paused for a few seconds before she leaned in for a kiss. I gripped her face hard, stopping her. She smiled. Why was she smiling? I lead her closer to me, bringing her lips so close to mine. She kept her eyes open, and didn't try to lean in any further. She just waited. I thought about kissing her, her lips on mine, exploring each other's mouths in that intimate and pleasurable way. "Go." I said, releasing her. She smirked and leaned in to kiss me again, slowly, hesitantly. I allowed her lips to softly brush mine, and then I slapped her face. She squeaked with surprise and pain. "You don't kiss me." I said. I'd thought this rule was clear already. "If you want a kiss, you beg for it, understand?" "Yes Sir." she said quickly, holding her cheek. Why the fuck was she still smiling? "Will you please kiss me, Sir?" she asked sweetly. "No." I said sternly. She nodded once, still with that stupid knowing smirk on her face, and then slid out my bed She picked up her lingerie, and then paused. She turned with her mouth open, as if to say something. She seemed to reconsider, closing her mouth and shaking her head. And then reconsidered again. "Thank you, Sir." she said. "No problem." I said turning away from her, once again unsure about what exactly she was thanking me for. "Goodnight." she sang happily. I didn't answer. I waited until the door was closed before I let out the breath I'd been holding. Something about all this was making me uncomfortable. The way she smiled at me, like she could see something I couldn't. And why was I blushing? "Wow, you're a lot smarter than I thought!" I mocked aloud, mimicking her voice. I scoffed angrily. I pulled my blanket around my shoulders and tried to fall asleep, willing all that fatigue that I'd barely been holding back to sweep me away. My last thoughts were of the future. The toys I'd bought, and how exactly I would use them. My fantasies drifted into my dreams, and my head was filled with nothing but Jessica, all her different faces, all the ways I knew her. Jessica the Valedictorian, the future Law Student. Jessica the Good Daughter. Jessica the Best Friend. Jessica the Bitch. Jessica the Slut. My Jessica. Mine. Yours Ch. 05 This has been my longest break between chapters. I've been getting a huge amount of messages about when this would finally update, and I haven't been able to reply to any of them because honestly I didn't know when I'd be able to finish this chapter. I won't bore you with the details, but I've been going through some personal, real-life stuff that's made it difficult for me to write at the same pace I usually do, and I'm not the fastest writer at the best of times. I'm trying to be better with it, but even if my updates take a long time I want to make it clear that it's unlikely I'll stop updating altogether, and if I'm ever considering ending the series I'll definitely let you all know, so don't worry. As always, all characters involved are over 18 and fictional, and I'd very much like to hear what you think of this chapter. The comments of all the readers of this series, those that love it, hate it, and those who don't really care, are all very helpful to me. I'm always trying to improve how I write, and feedback from readers is a huge part of that. Thanks for reading. * I was sitting at the desk in my room with a picture of Jessica on my laptop screen. It was from her page on the school's news site. It had her listed as the founder, and the editor-in-chief. It went on to list about a dozen other groups she belonged to, including two book clubs, a chess club, and the Student's Political Union, whatever that was. It was no wonder she was stressed all the damn time. I'd decided to check out the site and a few of the articles she'd written. She was surprisingly eloquent, and her intelligence really showed in her writing style. I suppose you don't get to know that sort of thing about a person when the only communication you have for a decade is in the form of insults and threats. But I didn't like this picture of her. I looked at it for a while, trying to decide why it bugged me. She looked as beautiful as always, smiling at the camera, her bright green eyes staring in to mine. The smile, I realised. It was a fake smile. A common, plastered on, professional looking little smile. Believable, but fake. It wasn't her irritating smirk, or her wide, bright look of joy. It wasn't the sudden smile that comes from a surprise, that almost always starts a laugh. Her eyes weren't shining. I closed the page and started to idly wonder if she'd been in a bad mood the day it was taken. Or maybe she just couldn't smile easily. I know for me, I always needed to remember something funny to put me in the mood for a family picture, so it would look real. If I was taking her picture, I probably would have made her laugh right before taking it. Then, suddenly, I remembered the pictures I had taken of her. I pulled out my desk drawer and took out my camera, right where I'd left it after snapping some shots of her. I quickly found the right cable for it in the tangled ball of wires in my other drawer and hooked it up to my laptop, opening the images in a folder. The first one was of my family by the mantel. I shifted through a few more from that day, us laughing and smiling and playing around. Next were a few shots I took outside, to see how the pictures would look with more exposure. There a few more random pictures until I saw the first one of Jessica. Naked, blindfolded, and tied to my bed. It was quite an incredible picture, the lamp providing enough light to make out most of the detail of her body, but leaving enough darkness and shadow to leave some mystery. I made the image full screen, and stroked my growing cock in my jeans. I kept moving through the pictures, seeing the close-ups I'd taken on her face, on her pussy. She was incredible, so unbelievably beautiful. The camera really was great quality, and the pictures were of amazing definition. The last picture actually made me gasp. I'd forgotten about this one. It turns out I did try to get her to smile, except I just ordered her to. She looked panicked, afraid, yet she was blushing with clear arousal. A nice, big, fake smile on her lips, but terror in her eyes. For some reason, it didn't bother me in this picture like it did with the other one. Just as I was enjoying my masterpiece, Rose flung open my door and stomped into my room. Luckily my screen wasn't facing the door, so I quickly clicked away from the pictures and brought up something innocuous. "Hey little brother." she said. "Hey little sister." I answered trying not to sound guilty. "Ever heard of knocking?" "Sorry." she said absently, walking over and leaning on the edge of my desk. She glanced around my room, probably realising she hadn't been inside it for years. She looked at the books on my shelf, reading the spines. "Uh... not that I don't love you visiting but... what's up?" I asked. "Oh, yeah." she said, remembering why she came in, "We're going to Jessica's for lunch." "Really?" I asked. It wasn't totally unusual, but we hardly ever went to Jessica's place, she always came here. And it was a Friday, which were usually nights she took for free time, but I hadn't talked to Jessica much since she got back from Paris, after that night. She'd spent every day studying her ass off for our January exams. But now we were finished with them, and just had this last weekend before school started again. "Yep." she said, "Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob are both out of the house, for work or something, so I invited us over." "Aunt Alice doesn't have a job, so it's probably not for work..." I said. We weren't related to them, but Jessica's parents had been such a big part of our lives growing up that we always just referred to them as our aunt and uncle. I'd grown out of it at some point, preferring to just call them by their names, but Rose kept it up. She knew I thought it was a little childish, so to prove me wrong she stuck out her tongue. I laughed at her, and she grinned. Things had never been better between me and Rose. To an outside observer, it would have been impossible to guess at the years of tension and difficulty between us that preceded these few months; things were now as simple and easy as when we were kids. "Ok, so get ready." she said, standing up, "We're leaving in like twenty minutes. Oh, and we'll probably be staying over. It's going to be so much fun, trust me." She walked out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was unlikely she'd have seen them, but even having the photos open on my computer was making me tense. I copied the images off the camera's memory card and deleted the originals. I saved them in a well hidden, innocuously named folder, the same one I kept my porn in. After a second thought, I created a new folder and hid it even better. After a third thought, I used an old program to password protect and encrypt the folder. I used to be really interested in to computers; the security on my little laptop could probably rival that on whatever computers the FBI were using. I knew it was far more than I would ever realistically need, but for some reason it made me feel better. Apart from porn, these pictures were the only thing on it that I would even want to hide. I unplugged the camera, feeling better about having the photos secure. So... I'd be spending the night at Jessica's, it seemed. I was a little annoyed at suddenly being forced in to this, but it occurred to me that Rose probably didn't even see it that way. She didn't ask me if I wanted to go, but at the same time she didn't really tell me to go either, not directly. She just let me know what was going to happen; that I was going to have lunch at Jessica's house, then sleep there. As simple as that. My twin sister had a very strong personality. I smiled, wondering if she was even knew how controlling she was being. == We took the short walk over to Jessica's, and made some sandwiches for lunch. We watched TV and talked about nothing important for hours. Jessica seemed a lot more relaxed now that she'd allowed herself a whole weekend away from her textbooks, and unlike Rose and I, she didn't seem at all concerned about what the results of the tests would be. She'd ace every single one, as always. Around five we ordered ourselves a huge pizza, and Jessica brought in a bottle of beer for each of us that her dad had left. In all, it was a very enjoyable day. "Well, this has been fun." said Rose suddenly, after wolfing down her last slice. "Are we leaving?" I asked as she stood up. "Well I'm leaving." she answered, "I've got plans. You know, things to do, people to see." "Wait... are you serious?" I asked, "You were so excited for this, and now you're leaving?" "Oh relax!" Rose said cheerfully, "You'll have plenty of fun here with just the two of you, I'm sure." I was actually expecting something like this. I guessed she'd taken at least an hour to work up the courage to propose this to me. When I saw her hesitating about something, I thought that whatever she was going to be say would be a big ask, and I'd assumed I was wrong. After all, being here instead of our place was no problem at all. Now I saw her real plan. She wanted to leave the two of us together. As far as she knew, Jessica and I had barely been in the same room together without her for more than a few minutes at a time. Of course, she didn't know what we'd normally be planning for a Friday night. "When are you coming back?" Jessica asked. "Not sure." said Rose, putting her coat on, "Just hang out here... I'll call you and let you know what's happening." "Um, bye I guess." said Jessica. "Have fun you two." said Rose, leaving the room. Jessica and I sat in silence as we heard her leave the house, then she giggled nervously as we heard the car start up and drive away. Rose wouldn't be coming back. I sighed and stretched out along the couch. Rose's sudden departure had left a somewhat awkward atmosphere. Jessica was smiling at me. Anticipation, happiness, excitement. Nothing fake about this smile. "So... I guess it's just the two of us." she said. I didn't answer her. I just sighed again and found the remote, then flicked on the TV. It was already dark outside, and we hadn't turned any lights on yet. Jessica stood up and started cleaning around us, lifting the empty pizza box and beer bottles. I was weirdly pissed off with Rose. She wasn't even trying to be subtle anymore; she was trying to force Jessica and I to be friends by making us spend time alone. I smirked to myself at what she'd think about how we usually spent our alone time together. It was funny in an ironic kind of way, but Rose's attitude still made me angry. She didn't even seem to care why things had changed between me and Jessica. She didn't ask me about it, or seem to want to know at all. She just went along with things, hoping that nothing would happen to shake it all up again. I could see it when the three of us were together, the way her eyes would dart between us, the way she'd try to fill the lulls and silences in our conversations. I ignored it, but there were all these little signs that she was still so nervous about us, even though it had been months since all this had started. I frowned, trying to ignore the anger rising in my chest. Jessica had bullied me for years, both openly and in private. Rose didn't know half the things that had been done to me by her best friend, and she didn't want to know. She stopped trying to comfort me or take my side some time around our 14th birthday, and now she was just clumsily and opportunistically trying to force a deeper relationship. Jessica finished cleaning up pizza box and empty bottles and walked back into the living room. She flounced down beside me and smiled. There she was. My worst nightmare. My new best friend. "So what do you wanna do, Sir?" she said seductively. "I wanna watch TV." I answered coldly. "Oh... Ok." she said, disappointed. I surfed through the channels, ignoring her and not bothering to fill the silence. She didn't say anything either, but she obviously wanted to. She kept turning to look at me for a few seconds before glancing back at the screen. There wasn't anything good on, and I couldn't shake my sour mood. It had come out of nowhere, this feeling, but it wouldn't fade. Did Rose really think this would be enough? Just get us more used to each other and forget it had all happened? Did she really not care about the truth? "Do you still dream about me?" I asked suddenly. "Do I... what?" she asked. I turned to look at her, keeping emotion from my face. "You told me once that you had sex dreams about me. Does it still happen?" I asked. "Uh... yeah, sometimes."she said. "Tell me about them." I ordered. "Um... really?" she said nervously. I tilted my head, but didn't reply. She'd blurted out the stuff about the dreams before we'd even had sex, when I'd just given her a taste of the pleasure she was capable of then left her without it for a few weeks. I could tell she'd regretted it, but I wanted to hear more. I wanted to embarrass her again. "Ok..." she said quietly after a few seconds of silence. "Well, the last one was a few weeks ago, when I was in Paris. I'd bought a... you know, some underwear to wear for you and... and..." She trailed off, looking away. I kept looking at her, but turned the TV down. She was blushing. "Go on." "When I went to sleep, I was thinking about what you'd think when you saw me in it. What you might... do to me." She met my eye again. She swallowed nervously and let out a heavy breath. "I don't remember much of the actual dream, but... when I woke up I was all...wet, and I... I missed you." "What did you think I'd do?" I asked. She bit her lip and looked away again. This was turning her on, being forced to share her private, shameful thoughts with me. She tucked her legs under her and got onto her knees, curling up as if trying to hide. "I thought you'd..." She stopped. "Thought I would what?" I said sternly. "Grab me, and... and kiss me. Bite... bite my lip." she said, a seductive sigh in her voice. She was already so wound up, so ready for me. Just a few seconds of conversation and she was willing and eager. What a beautiful slut, I thought. A slut that could scream obscenities at the top of her lungs while having sex, but blush just talking about it. "Hm." I answered, turning back to the TV. I turned it up and started to flick through the channels again. She started to say something, then stopped. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her lean towards me. She tentatively put her hand on my chest, and leaned in to kiss me. "Stop it." I said, without looking at her. She froze for a second, then quickly pulled away. Again, I ignored her and stayed focused on the TV. She didn't wait too long before breaking the silence. "Are we going to...?" she asked quietly. I sighed, but didn't answer. I could see her start to fidget nervously. She moved around on the couch, trying to get comfortable. "I..." she said softly, but stopped herself again. I slowly turned to look at her. She was up on her knees, facing me, with her hands folded in her lap. She looked sad. Sad and... lost. "You want me to tell you what to do." I realised aloud. She nodded, her eyes wide. Usually when it came to sex, Jessica knew what she was doing at every point, because I told her. Leaving her like this was literally the opposite of what she'd confessed to liking about submitting to me, no instructions or commands, unsure of what she should do. "Get me a drink." I said, once again turning away from her. She quickly got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. I didn't watch her go. She walked back in a few minutes later and handed me an open beer, which I took without looking at her. She moved to sit down, but I stopped her. "No." I said calmly. "What?" she asked. "Sit on the floor." I ordered. I was in a shitty mood, and I wanted to exert some control over her. "Yes Sir." she purred. I was sitting on the right side of the couch in front of the TV, and she knelt on my right, looking up at me. I took a sip of beer and went back to channel surfing. I felt her slowly run her hand up my leg towards my knee. "Stop it, we're not doing anything." I said. "Uh, so why am I down here?" she asked. "Because I want you to sit on the floor." I said coldly. "I... Are you serious?" she asked after a few seconds. I ignored her. "You seriously just want me to sit on the floor?" she asked. "Yes." "Why?" she asked, "This is stupid." "You said you would do what you're told." I said, keeping my voice calm. "Well... yeah, I will." she said. "So do this." I said, staring into her eyes. She looked up at me for a few more seconds before pouting and turning away from me, towards the TV. She crossed her arms and angrily kicked her legs out from under her, choosing not to kneel. But this didn't bother me. She was sitting at my feet in her own home. She was humiliated. After a few minutes, she turned to me again. "I'm not going to just sit here while we watch TV." she said angrily. "Yes you are." I said simply. "This... this is..." she stuttered, "You can't just..." "Jessica." I said sternly, "This isn't a debate. This is where you're sitting tonight, because I want you to. That's it." "That's just it, is it?" she scoffed. I slowly sipped my beer. "That's it." I said. She glared at me, and for a second I was sure she was going to stand up and storm out. I wouldn't have minded, really. But something inside her seemed fold, and she let out a long, frustrated breath. She turned around and crossed her arms angrily, pushing her back against the couch. I finally found something on TV worth watching, but I kept glancing down at her. She seemed to slowly relax, and after a while even seemed comfortable down there, sitting at my feet. Where she belongs, I thought with a smirk, trying not to laugh at how much like a cartoon villain that made me sound. And just like that, I was in a good mood again. Nothing like humiliating the source of your anger to help you get over it. I decided to reward her for her obedience. She stiffened at my touch, but all I had to do was run my hand through her hair and I could see her relax again. I kept stroking her, sometimes just sliding along her hair and sometimes gently massaging her scalp with my fingers. The show I'd settled on was some sort of real life cop drama which I found interesting. I was stroking her for a while, just enjoying the feeling of dominance and watching the TV, when she let out a little moan of pleasure. I smirked, and swept her hair back forcefully before increasing the strength of my grip. Again, as I stroked her she sighed with pleasure and leaned her head against my leg. "See?" I said gently, "Isn't it easier if you don't question what I want you to do?" She turned to look at me, frowning. I smiled. "You can just do what you're told." I said, "You don't have to think, or ask questions. Just do it." Her eyes widened slightly, and again I stroked her hair. "I mean, that's what you want, isn't it?" I asked. "Not having to think, or make your own decisions. You just want some orders to follow." She didn't respond, and she didn't turn away. She seemed surprised at what I was saying. "If I want you to sit at my feet because that's where I feel you belong, you just do it." I said, "Right?" Yours Ch. 05 She nodded, her eyes still wide. I ran my fingers down her face, and cupped her jaw. I pressed my thumb against her lips and she opened her mouth to gently lick the tip. I pushed it in and she immediately began to suck and lick it seductively. My cock twitched at her total submission. I gently thrust my thumb in and out, sliding it along her tongue. She opened her mouth wide and swirled her tongue around it, as if to show me what my cock was missing. "Clothes off." I said, trying to keep my voice steady. She smiled and immediately yanked off her t-shirt, and she didn't even bother to stand up to yank off her jeans and panties. After that she whipped off her bra and knelt in front of me, her head between my legs. I slowly unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-hard cock. Wasting no time, I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward. She moaned with lust as she took me into her mouth and started to pleasure me. I sighed loudly and leaned back, running my fingers through my hair. It was almost worth keeping her waiting just for the feeling of relief I got from finally letting her touch me, even without the added bonus of frustrating her. She was on top form tonight, using every trick she knew to worship my rock hard cock, as well as a few new ones. Every now and again she would forcefully flick her tongue against the head of my cock, so hard it was almost painful, but them immediately give a long, slow lick before sliding me into her throat. She started to do this over and over, a quick routine that quickly became practised. The second I was getting used to the feeling, however, she slid my shaft out of her mouth and gripped the head hard, slowly jerking it while licking the base. Where did she learn this stuff? Seriously, I'd watched porn specifically dedicated to impressive blowjob technique that didn't have stuff like this. I guess that's what happens with a creative, intelligent girl who genuinely wants to pleasure you. She reached in and wrapped her soft fingers around my balls, and gently pulled them out of my underwear. She quickly pulled them into her mouth and licked them, and again my mind was overwhelmed with the sudden pleasure. I lay back and sighed again, but I jumped with surprised when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I frantically pulled it out while Jessica backed away from me. It was Rose. I thought for a brief second, then grabbed Jessica and led her back to my cock. "I didn't tell you to stop." I grunted. She looked at me, surprised, but she slowly smiled, and started to lick me again. I took a deep breath and answered the phone. "Heeey little brother." Rose said loudly into my ear. "Wow, hi." I said, stopping to clear my throat, "Someone's been drinking." "Ooh, wellll maybe a li'l bit." she said, a slight slur to her words. "You two having fun without me?" "Oh yeah, plenty of fun." I said, "You know, I think Jessica and I are really becoming close." I put my hand on Jessica's head and pushed down hard, forcing her to take me to the base. "Really?" asked Rose excitedly. "Yeah, I really think so." I said, "In fact, she's sucking my dick as we speak." Jessica let out a yelp of surprise but Rose just laughed, thinking I was joking. "Haha, oh yeah?" she asked, "Is she any good?" "Better than you'd think." I said, "I'm balls deep in her throat right now; your friend can really hold her breath." "Ew gross." Rose laughed. Jessica moaned and tried to move back, but I held her in place. "Can you put her on?" Rose said. I stared into Jessica's eyes and smirked down at her. "Yeah, I'll try to find her." I said. I quickly hit the mute button on my cell before yanking Jessica back by the hair, her tight throat sliding off my shaft. She inhaled deeply and coughed a few times, wiping the spit from around her mouth. "Get your breath back first." I said, handing her the phone. She took it and glanced at the screen to see that it was muted. She took a few deep breaths and started to gently stroke my cock with her other hand. She stared into my eyes, and occasionally licked the head. After about a minute she hit the mute button and said, "Hello?" Her hand stopped when Rose started speaking, so I took her wrist and encouraged her to continue. "Yeah." she said to Rose, trying to keep her voice steady. "Oh, really? That's cool." She laughed at something Rose said, and I got the feeling this conversation was going to take a while. Part of me wanted to push for more pleasure, but I wasn't sure how Jessica would react to the added risk. I just lay my head back and closed my eyes, trying to enjoy the inconsistent, one-handed hand-job I was receiving. They were chatting back and forth for a few seconds when I suddenly felt Jessica's tongue licking the head of my cock. I looked down at her, surprised that she was the one escalating things. "Uh huh." she said to Rose, biting her lip and gripping my shaft harder. I grabbed her hand with mine and squeezed it hard, showing her how strong I wanted her grip to be. She took the hint and increased her speed too. I found myself hoping that the sounds of my spit-lubed cock being jacked like this wouldn't carry over to the phone. She leaned away from me, as if reading my mind, but started to twist her wrist each time her fingers got to my swollen cock head. It felt incredible, and the fact that there was chance my sister would hear made it so much hotter. "Yeah, I know." Jessica said to Rose, not breaking eye contact with me. I reached out and grabbed her hair, gently guiding her face back to my shaft. I was going to cum soon, and I didn't want to hold back. "No, he's not here." Jessica said, "He just handed me the phone and walked off." I smirked, even as I had to hold back a grunt of pleasure when she started jacking me even faster. I could hear Rose's voice over the phone, although I couldn't make out any words. I pulled Jessica's face closer and pressed my cock head against her cheek. "Yeah." said Jessica, her voice tinged with lust. I held back another groan and twisted my grip on her hair. I was seconds away. I pulled her in front of me, my cock aimed right between her eyes. "Yeah, yeah." Jessica moaned lustily, and I wasn't sure if she was talking entirely to Rose. I took a deep breath and allowed myself to cum. Jessica's eyes widened in shock as my cock painted her with ropes of my semen. The first two hit her forehead, then her left cheek. She kept stroking me, coaxing out more shots of cum which hit her chin, then she jerked my cock downwards, so the last few landed on her neck and tits. She seemed stunned by this, unsure of how to react and unable to answer Rose, who was still talking on the other side of the phone. She just stared at me with her mouth open wide in shock, and her breathing heavy and lust filled. "Yeah." she said suddenly, breaking eye contact and finally answering Rose. "No, I'm fine. I know." She looked up at me again and continued to stroke my cock, which had just begun to soften. "Look, I know how much you want Stephen and I to be friends." Jessica said slowly, "But it might still take some time. After everything...it's still hard." She gripped my cock, which had already started to stiffen again. "It's just... it's still really hard." she said, smiling up at me, my cum all over her face and tits. Rose said something else, but Jessica was barely paying attention. "Hm? Oh yeah, that's fine, he just walked in." she said, "I'll put him on." She handed me the phone. "Hello?" I said, putting it to my ear. "Hey Stephen, look, I'm going to head home now, Ok? But I want you to stay there with Jessica and just... just spend the night, sleep in the guest room. I want you to get to know her better. Is that Ok?" she said. This time I was barely paying attention, because Jessica had begun to scoop my sperm off her face and suck it off her fingers. She let out a whimper of lust each time she tasted me, then suddenly pinched her nipples hard before cleaning her boobs the same way. "Stephen, can you hear me?" Rose asked in my ear, for what I realised was the third time without an answer. "Yeah, Rose, I hear you." I answered, "I don't know why you're trying to force us to be friends, but I'm Ok with spending the night as long as Jessica doesn't mind." Jessica let out a quiet giggle and started to lick my cock again, shaking her head. "She doesn't mind." Rose said. "Obviously..." I muttered, forgetting for a second that Rose didn't see her reaction. "What?" Rose asked. "It's fine." I said, maybe a little too loud, "Jessica says its fine, so I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow, Ok?" "Ok!" Rose said happily, "Ok, perfect. I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Bye." I said, then hung up. Jessica wrapped both of her hands around my shaft from the base, covering about two thirds of it. She pressed the head against her cheek, then turned to lick it. "I can't believe you made me do that." she whimpered. "She could have heard! And you just came all over me..." "It made you wet, didn't it?" I said. She didn't answer me, just closed her eyes and continued her worship of my cock head with her tongue. "Answer me." I ordered softly. "Yeah... it made me wet." she said with shame in her voice. She lifted one leg and exposed her pussy to me. It was clearly slick with arousal, and the sight made me growl with lust. I wanted to pin her down and plunge my cock into her, but instead I just took a deep breath. I reminded myself how important my self control was, and looked down at her again. "Do you want to keep sucking my cock?" I asked her. She smiled and pressed her tongue flat against my cock, then shook her head back and forth, answering me and pleasuring me at the same time. "What do you want, then?" I asked. "I want it inside me." she whispered. "Inside where?" I prompted. "Inside... inside my pussy." she said. Part of me loved how she still got shy sometimes when I asked her to be graphic. "Tell me what you want, Jessica." I said, leaning forward to grip her chin. "I want you to fuck me." she said quietly, trying to look away. "Oh?" I said, turning her face back towards mine. "I... want you to fuck me with your big cock." she said, "I want you to take this huge thing..." She squeezed my shaft with both hands to emphasise her point, "And use it to stretch out my tight little... cunt." she finished. "Is that right?" I asked, "You know what you have to do to get that?" She grimaced with embarrassment, "Do I have to beg?" she asked. That made me smile. "No, you don't have to beg." I said, "But I don't have to fuck you, either." She closed her eyes and took my cock back into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, making me sigh with pleasure, then let it slide out. "Please." she said, "Please fuck me. Please Sir." "Good girl." I said. I pushed her away from me and stood up. I pulled my jeans off completely, but kept my boxers on. I tucked my erection into them, not wanting to walk around naked like she was. "Come on." I said, grabbing her by the wrist. "Where are we going?" she asked, jumping up to follow my grip. "Well, we can't let your slutty cunt ruin your parent's nice couch, can we?" I said, leading to the stairs, "So we're going to ruin your bed instead." I kept a tight grip on her wrist as I lead her up the stairs and into her bedroom. I pushed her towards the bed and she dived at it, giggling. She pushed the covers off and lay back, spreading her legs and displaying her wet pussy to me. "Are you gonna fuck me, Sir?" she asked, gently thrusting her hips into the air. "Are you going to stretch out my little cunt?" She seemed to really like that phrase. I slowly undressed and lay over her. My hard cock was pointing right at her, and she eyed it hungrily. "You want this inside you?" I asked, wanting to hear her beg. "Pleeease." she whined, "Please fuck me." I smiled, and slowly pushed myself into her, making her moan with satisfaction.. I started off faster than normal, finding a rapid rhythm with my hips. She stared into my eyes as I thrust into her over and over, before closing her eyes and digging into my arms with her fingertips while groaning with pleasure. I loved watching her face throughout this, knowing the pleasure I felt from her hot, silky pussy was matched, and probably exceeded by the pleasure she felt. Her legs found a home draped loosely over my hips, and she pulled me down into an aggressive kiss, which I responded to by biting down softly on her tongue. She moaned into my mouth and giggled deliciously as I fucked her harder. After only a few minutes, she was close to orgasm. "Sir I'm going to cum." she whimpered. "No you're not." I answered, slowing my pace. "Oh God please, please let me..." she moaned. "No." I said. I was completely inside her, and I stopped moving. I then started to draw out slowly, listening to her whimper with pleasure. "Hold it back, sweetheart." I said, gently cupping her chin. "You're not allowed, understand?" She bit hard on her lip in frustration, but nodded quickly. I pushed back in incredibly slowly and she let out another long moan. "Oooh my God, oh my God Sir!" she whined, jerking up sharply. "Not yet." I said, grabbing her hair and pulling her back to the bed. She started taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself as my thick cock slowly drove her right to the edge of release. She let out a fevered whine as I bottomed out inside her. Her hands were gripping her sheet tight, and her jaw was clenched with effort. I started to slide out again and she exhaled forcefully. "Please let me cum, Sir." she begged. I didn't acknowledge her, I just kept slowly pulling out of her until only the tip was left inside, then I quickly buried myself to the hilt again. She gasped and moaned with pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh God!" she cried. "Don't you dare." I threatened, knowing she was right on the brink. She shut her eyes tight and took a long, shuddering breath, holding herself back. I watched her flat, firm stomach roll with effort, and felt her legs dig into my hips as she panted with effort. I stayed inside her like that for more than a minute, just watching her try to keep herself from exploding. I desperately wanted to just take her fast and hard, but I got a huge amount of satisfaction from knowing that I could ignore my own need for pleasure, finding far more enjoyment in tormenting her than I would from merely blowing my load. The minutes ticked on as I continued this slow torture, drawing out of her incredibly slowly then fucking her hard, just once before the last few inches were free, then pulling out again. She stared up at me with a look of lust and awe, silently begging me with her gaze to allow her the pleasure she craved. And then, before too long, she begged me aloud too, knowing that I would ignore her. "Please..." she groaned, "Please, please, let me cum." I loved watching her like this, so completely out of control. She would get this panicked expression each time I started to push back inside, knowing she'd have to brace herself against the pleasure, and each time she succeeded in abstaining she'd let out this cat-like, purring whine. Her long, smooth legs pressed into my sides each time I started to pull out again, as if trying to stop me. Her pussy did the same thing, squeezing around my cock as I slid out, doing everything it could to hold me inside. She felt so good it was incredible. With each passing minute she seemed to get impossibly more wet, more hot, more tight around my invading shaft. I filled her hard and fast for maybe the thirtieth time, and slid my hand around her throat, moving close to her. She pressed her forehead against my cheek, exhausted. "Please Sir." she whispered, panting with exertion. "I can't hold on. I... oh God Sir, I need it." She wrapped her arms around my head and brought her lips right up to my ear. "Please." she whispered, so very softly, "Please." I felt so close to her, our bodies pressed against one another, our breathing laboured and bodies sweating with effort. I grabbed her hair from behind and yanked her head down to the mattress. I hadn't said a word to her, but I knew just what she wanted to hear. "Cum for me." I ordered. I didn't move an inch and neither did she, but staring into her vivid green eyes and giving her that command was enough to set her off. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a high gasp as her fingers dug hard into the back of my neck. She squealed with pleasure as her orgasm exploded, her pussy quivering along the entire length of my shaft. Her legs were crossed behind me, holding me in place, but I grabbed her hips and forced my way back, pulling out of her almost completely. I quickly slammed back in and started pounding in and out of her. She screamed again as her orgasm was reignited, the pleasure reaching new heights. She gasped and shook as I fucked her, and her tight pussy continued to shake and spasm around my cock. I suddenly ground my thumb into her exposed clit, wanting to see just how much pleasure she was capable of. At first she just let out a small grunt, but then she drew back to fill her lungs and emitted another piercing squeal of pleasure. Within seconds of attacking her clit, her pussy began to clench around me with a new intensity, and my shaft and balls were coated with a fresh layer of her squirting juices. The pleasure eventually became too much for me, and I drove myself into her one final time to release my pent up seed into her. My orgasm was intense, as I'd been waiting just as long as her, and the pleasure drove the breath from my lungs in a fevered growl of satisfaction. I kept pumping into her as I my cock fired shot after shot of cum into her, and I felt her body shiver with one more burst of orgasmic pleasure. She pulled herself towards me as our pleasure faded and my cock began to wilt. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and inhaled the scent of my sweat before kissing and licking along my throat and collar bone. I relaxed my body and took her by the chin, leading her lips to mine. She kissed me passionately, our lips and bodies pressing together. She slowly let the kiss end, then smiled and bit her lip. She pressed her forehead against my collar bone and sighed happily. "I thought I was going to pass out again." she confessed, her breath warm against my chest. We laughed together before I kissed her again. We lay there and kissed for a long time, just holding each other. We didn't talk, and she barely made a sound aside from the occasional whimper when I'd nibble on her lip. Every time we pulled apart she'd stare into my eyes, her expression so full of adoration. I started to feel it again, that incredible connection with her. Staring into her eyes like that, I felt like I could really understand her, see everything her soul was made of. But I'd never been able to understand her. The dark thought crossed my mind, and in seconds the feeling began to fade, replaced with that old familiar bitterness. I'd wished a thousand times that I understood her, that I knew why she'd always treated me like she had, but I still didn't. This wasn't a connection, it was just... a stupid feeling, a rush of endorphins after a good fuck. I sighed and rolled away from her onto my back. Why couldn't I just feel one thing for her? Just like her or hate her, or just stop caring altogether? I couldn't hold onto any solid emotion when it came to her. Yours Ch. 05 She put her arm across my chest and kissed my shoulder, still feeling that loving rush. I sat up slowly, and got off the bed. "Where are you going?" she asked. "I'll be right back." I muttered, pulling on my jeans. I left and walked downstairs. I turned off the TV, locked the front door, and turned off all the lights. I stood at the bottom of the stairs for a while, hating the creeping emptiness I felt in my chest. I sighed, not wanting to go back to the room. I didn't want to feel close to her. I went back up to room, opening the door and standing in the doorway. "Night." I said. "Wait, where are you going?" she asked. "The guest room. I can't sleep in here." I said. "Can't you stay for a little while?" she asked sadly. With my earlier mistakes, I'd learned that when a submissive is heavily dominated or punished, they might need "after care", basically to be held and looked after, maybe given something to eat or drink. But right now she was fine; I hadn't really dominated her tonight. As I saw it, I had no obligation to be here if I didn't want to. "The doors locked and every thing's switched off downstairs." I said, "I'll see you tomorrow." "Ok... goodnight!" she called as I closed the door. I frowned and walked over to the guest room. "I don't have to be there." I told myself aloud as I undressed. The guest bed was comfortable and barely used, but it didn't remind me of Jessica. == The next morning the bedroom door was thrown open, waking me with a start. "Morning little brother." Rose said, leaning on the door frame. Still half asleep, I barely mumbled in response. "Come on," she said, walking out. "Jessica made breakfast." I got dressed and wandered downstairs to find that she had indeed made breakfast; bacon, eggs, and freshly made waffles. She set down a plate for Rose and I, but not for herself. "Not hungry?" I asked. "Oh, she doesn't eat breakfast." Rose said, "It makes her sick." I looked at Jessica curiously. "Yeah, I can't really eat first thing in the morning." she explained, "It always makes me nauseas unless I've been up for a few hours. This is all I need." She held up her coffee cup. "Hm." I said, picking up my fork. "See, you guys are learning all kinds of stuff about each other." said Rose. I rolled my eyes at her, and she laughed. I ate my breakfast quickly, trying not to feel Jessica's eyes on me. I kept thinking about the last time she'd cooked for me, and how happy it seemed to make her. "So are we going home then?" I asked Rose. "No, we're staying today too." she said. "If you want." she added. "Just the three of us?" I asked. "Yep, parents are gone for the whole weekend. They're both 'on business trips'." Jessica answered, her voice dripping with disdain, "As if I don't know what they're really up to." I smiled at this. It was strangely comforting to hear that Bob and Alice were on some kind of romantic weekend together, which is what I assumed she meant. But there was a sudden lull in the conversation, and Rose was looking at me strangely. She looked guilty. "What are they really doing?" I asked her, seeing she was hiding something. She just shrugged, and looked away. What a bad liar. "They're cheating on each other." Jessica said. I thought she was joking until Rose looked up sharply. She already knew, but I could tell she was surprised Jessica had told me. "Are you serious?" I said, "No way." Bob and Alice had been a part of my life since I was a kid; they were closer to me than most of my own family. But Jessica definitely wasn't joking. "Yeah," Jessica continued casually, "They think I don't know, but it's so obvious." I was stunned. I didn't know how to respond. "We've suspected it for a few years." explained Rose, "They're not even that subtle about it any more. I mean, what did you think Uncle Bob was up to while we were in Paris with Auntie Alice?" I shook my head. "Never really thought about it." I said, keeping my expression neutral. "Wow, you're taking this a lot better than your sister did." Jessica said. "She cried when she thought they were going to get a divorce." "You think that's where it's going?" I asked her, meeting her eye. "I... I don't think so." she said. "They hardly fight any more. They used to get in to huge arguments about it when I was a kid, but I think now they've just decided to lean in to it. They cheat on each other, and then they're happy when they're together. It works." She shrugged, and went back to her food. My first instinct was to ask for some sort of proof, but I ignored it. Jessica was smarter than me, and they were her parents. If she was certain that this was happening, what choice did I have but to believe her? "Shit." I said, still stunned. This was a lot to process. "It's not that bad, really." Rose said, as if still trying to convince herself, "I mean, they're both happy like this, right?" "Right." Jessica agreed, her tone sharp. This bothered her, but this wasn't really the time and place to talk about it. Or was it? I found myself wishing Jessica and I were alone so I could ask her how she felt, but why would she have to hide that from Rose? She knew her better than I did, probably. "Well, at least someone in the house is getting laid." Rose said, looking pointedly at Jessica. I laughed despite myself, and so did Jessica. Rose had a knack for diffusing tense situations that I'd often envied. She could make people feel so at ease, even with an atmosphere like this. After breakfast Rose decided that we were staying the whole day, and overnight again, and the two of us walked home so I could shower and get a change of clothes. On the way back she steered the conversation back to me and Jessica, although I was still trying to process the bombshell that had just been dropped. "So you had fun with Jessica, then?" she asked, not too subtly. I sighed. "Why does it matter so much to you?" I asked. "It... it just matters." she said. "I want you two to be close." "What, are you trying to set us up or something?" I asked bitterly. She laughed loudly. "No, no. Jesus, don't be ridiculous." she said. "I mean, you're not exactly her type." I let out a breath of relief. This thought had been swirling around for a while, but I wasn't sure how to ask her. I still wasn't close to ready for Rose to be involved with this, and her trying to secretly get us together would just complicate things. "No, I just want you to be friends." she said, "Not just my friends, you know? Like, friends with each other." "I get it." I said. "So," she continued, "We'll hang out today, all of us, but I'm going to leave again, and you and Jessica can watch some movies or something, get some dinner. Just... just hang out with each other." What she was describing sounded a lot like a romantic night in, but I guess Jessica was so beautiful and I was so overwhelmingly plain that she couldn't even consider that something might happen between us. She was just too out of my league. I would have been really offended if it wasn't so accurate. Also all the sex we'd been having sort of took the sting out of it. "Ok?" she asked. "Ok." I said, "I'll do what I can." == The rest of the day should have been easy. We just watched TV and talked, but I couldn't shake the tension I felt in my stomach. Rose was being even more obvious now, trying to encourage us to talk to each other and laughing a little too loudly at the jokes we made. Or maybe she'd always been doing this and I was just noticing it more. At around 5, Jessica got up and left the living room with no explanation. She was gone for about 20 minutes when we smelled something delicious. "Is Jessica... cooking?" I asked. Rose and I looked towards the hallway, in the direction of the kitchen. "I don't know... I thought we were ordering pizza again..." she said. We shared a look of confusion before we got up to investigate. I followed Rose into the kitchen to find Jessica wearing an apron, chopping vegetables. "Wow Jessie, I've never seen you looking so... domestic before." Rose laughed. Jessica turned around, looking embarrassed. "Well, I don't normally have guests..." she said blushing. "Smells good." I said, gesturing towards the oven. She beamed at me. "Another 45 minutes." she said, "You two can go watch TV while I get everything ready." Rose and I shared another look before heading back in to the living room. "I didn't know Jessica could cook." I said as we sat back down. "She can't really." Rose said, "Well, she can make a few things, but she's not as good as me." She said this without any trace of arrogance. She was just stating a fact. "And you're not as good as me." I said, mimicking her deadpan tone. She laughed, and didn't deny it. "What happened with that?" she asked, "The cooking thing. You were getting really good!" Our parents always made sure we knew how to cook a few decent meals, and had been teaching us since our early teens. I'd gotten a bit obsessed with it for a few months when I was around 16. I'd cooked every single meal we ate as a family for weeks on end, trying out a new cooking styles and perfecting my favourite meals. I shrugged. "Just got bored with it." I said, "I mean, once you've cooked the perfect steak, what else is there to learn?" "The perfect steak?" she asked disbelievingly. "Of course." I said, continuing my serious tone, "I learned how to mix a steak sauce so delicious that if I ever bottled it, I would be a millionaire. Combined with your preferred preparation of meat, sides, and seasoning, it's simply impossible to beat." This was almost the exact description on the website I'd gotten the sauce recipe from. It really was incredible, by the way, better than any of the many varieties I'd tried from the supermarket. I could never figure out why the cooking blog I'd found it on wasn't more popular. "Oh wow," she said laughing, "That sounds amazing!" "Yeah, it really is." I said, finally smiling. "You should think about cooking again." she said, "I miss trying out your more... experimental dishes." "Maybe I will." I said. "And... you used to play guitar too, what happened to that?" she asked. "Wow." I said, "What brought that up?" It had been years since I'd even touched a guitar. "I was just thinking about it." she said, "You played, like, every single day for a while." "I used to do a lot of things." I said, "I just get bored, I guess." "You were getting good." she said. "Always getting good, never actually good." I joked lightly. "You could play a whole bunch of songs..." she continued absently. A memory twitched to the front of my mind from nowhere. I'd been into guitar when I was maybe 12 or 13. I had learned a lot of songs, but at some point Jessica had decided that she didn't like the sound of guitar. She'd scream at me when I tried to play, or sing over me in an off-key wail just to annoy me. It was when she started barging into my room to demand I stop, because she could apparently hear it from downstairs, that I gave up trying. I sighed, trying to suppress the long forgotten annoyance. My life was filled with things like that, a thousand little ways that Jessica would make my life just that tiny bit darker. But to be fair to her, I was never going to be a rock star. Before guitar it was skateboarding, and afterwards I think it was the telescope and long nights trying to make out stars through the light pollution. I had a habit of getting really interested in something for a few months before dropping it. It was like I would find a point where I was decent, good enough to play a few songs perfectly or cook a few perfect meals, then just stop. The mid-point between being a complete novice and being an expert. The problem was that it wasn't hard to get good, but it took years of dedication to be amazing. And there was just always something more interesting to explore. I still had that habit. Even the camera I'd gotten as a gift for Christmas was because I'd had a few conversations with my aunt about photography, which I'd been interested in up until just before last Summer. "Fuuuck!" Rose shouted suddenly, "Talking about that steak made me hungry! How long do you think she's going to be?" "Hopefully not too long." I said, realising that we'd only eaten a few snacks since breakfast. It wasn't too long, and soon we were at the table with an aproned Jessica serving us our meal. The talking stopped abruptly as three hungry teenagers tore into their food. "Meat's a little dry." said Rose off-handedly a few minutes in. Jessica glanced at me, worried, as if she cared more about what I thought. It was a little dry, but I was trying to be polite. I just smiled at her and kept eating. "You cook it next time, then." Jessica told Rose. "I will." Rose answered "And it'll be awesome. And then Steven can make his perfect steaks, right?" "Perfect steaks?" asked Jessica, picking up the exaggerated tone. I just rolled my eyes at them. "I'm not sure you could handle my steaks." I said, "It would ruin all other meat for you." They laughed, and kept eating. Dinner was over quickly, and no sooner had Rose laid down her knife and fork than she jumped up and announced she was leaving. "Got to go, losers." she said jokingly, walking into the hall. "You're just running out again?" Jessica called out to the hall, "Not staying for dessert?" Rose, now wearing her jacket, stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Nope, I'm already late." she said, smiling. "Good, 'cus there's actually no dessert." Jessica said. Rose laughed, and blew Jessica a kiss. She winked at me, then walked out to the front door. Just like yesterday, Jessica and I sat in a silence punctuated only by the sound of Rose driving away. "Wow, she got out of here in a hurry." Jessica said, standing up to clear the table. "She's just nervous." I said, "Hasn't quite mastered a subtle way to leave yet." "Nervous?" Jessica asked. "About what?" "Yeah, she's obviously nervous. She blew you a kiss for God's sake, has she ever done that before?" I said. "She's not confident about this plan, leaving the two of us. She thinks there's a chance it could backfire, and we would end up at each other's throats again. She'd been considering just staying for a while, in fact I don't think she planned to stay for dinner..." I was just thinking aloud, trying to work through the impressions she'd given me. "Did she tell you that?" Jessica asked. "No, it's just... I don't know, a feeling. You didn't notice?" I asked. Jessica shrugged. She'd finished cleaning the dishes, and she'd moved to stand beside the table. I got the feeling she didn't want to talk about Rose any more. "I'll be right back." she said. "Ok." I said, standing up. "No!" she said, "Just... wait right there. Wait right there." "...Ok?" I said. I sat back down and waited. She bolted upstairs and came back about ten minutes later. She'd dressed up for me. She was wearing something I'd never seen before, a yellow piece of lingerie that I would later learn is called a "babydoll", a thin gown that left virtually nothing to the imagination. It was similar to the black one she'd worn on our first night after New Year's, but this one was frillier, and obviously much brighter. She'd put on more make up too, her eye lightly shadowed with purple and her lips dark and full. She was wearing matching yellow panties, and her toenails were painted to match, as always. "You look...nice." I said, understating just how rock hard I'd become in the few seconds I'd taken to study her. "Thanks." she said. "So I guess it's just the two of us." I said innocently. "What do you think we should do?" "Whatever you want." she answered. "Good answer." I smiled. She took a step towards me, but I suddenly didn't feel like standing. "Get on your knees." I ordered gently. She obeyed right away, gracefully sinking to the floor. "Come on." I said lightly, tapping my thigh. Calling her like she was a dog. She looked embarrassed, but crawled under the table anyway. She got in front of me and just waited. "Take it out." I said. "Yes Sir." she said, and slid both hands up my inner thighs. She unzipped me and pulled out my hard cock, holding it with both hands. It was a little strange, not being able to look down at her while she touched me, seeing only the table. Kind of a waste of the new outfit, I thought. I could feel her hot breath against my cock, but she didn't try to lick me. I realised she was waiting for me to order it, but was so eager to begin that her mouth was only an inch away from me. "Suck it." I suddenly felt her tongue swirling around the head before she took it into her mouth. I sighed with pleasure, leaning back into my chair. She was limited by her position, and the fact that she couldn't access my balls from inside my jeans, but she still tried her best. I just sat there, enjoying her hot mouth around my cock and wondering, not for the first time, just how this had happened. To be pleasured like this by her, in her own kitchen, in the middle of the day. So erotic and exciting, and if I'd been told at the end of Summer that this was how I'd be spending my senior year, I never would have believed it. My thoughtful silence was broken when I felt Jessica's teeth scrape against the head of my cock, causing me to grunt with displeasure. "Watch it." I said. She didn't respond, but slid my cock out of her mouth to kiss and lick along the shaft. I relaxed again, but a few minutes later I felt it again, this time in a slightly more painful bite. "Hey!" I said, reaching down to her hair to yank her away from me. "Watch the teeth." "Sorry." she said, and squeezed my shaft reassuringly. I was confused and slightly angry at her mistake. I hadn't felt her teeth on my shaft since the first time she'd tried to pleasure me. Well unless you count that time she nibbled my scrotum, which was actually kind of nice, if unexpected. "Ow, fuck!" I grunted as I felt her teeth again. This time it was definitely a bite, and was way more painful than uncomfortable. I slid my chair back and yanked her forward with me. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded. She looked up at me with those wide green eyes, and I immediately saw what her game was. "I'm sorry Sir." she lied. She wanted to be punished. She wanted me to spank her, but didn't want to ask for it. She was hurting me on purpose, so I would punish her for the mistake. The little bitch. "You're doing this on purpose." I accused. "No, I-" she protested. "Don't lie to me, slut." I said, "You want me to punish you, don't you?" She hesitated, opening her mouth, and then closing it again. "Get up." I said angrily. She ducked quickly out to the side of the table and stood up. "Are you going to-" "Shut up." I grunted standing up with her. I stood behind her and grabbed her hair, forcing her towards the table. She collided with it, and bent at the waist to press her face against the cool wood. I flipped up her skirt to reveal pale blue panties, which were already starting to get damp at the crotch. "Naughty slut." I growled. "Biting me because you want to be hurt. We can't have that, can we?" Yours Ch. 05 "I'm sorry." She whimpered, but I didn't believe her. "Shut up." I said. "I'm going to have to really punish you now. Show you what your disobedience costs." I dug my fingers hard into her hips and pushed them down passed the hem of her skirt. I forcefully pushed it up over her hips, exposing her. She yelped with excitement, giggling. I smirked. She had no idea how much pain she was about to be in. I rub her damp crotch with my fingers, making her gasp with pleasure. I hooked my finger tips into the sides of her panties and pulled them down around her knees. I liked the way they looked there. I quickly unbuckled my belt and slid it off, eager to punish her. I pulled my jeans off too, then my t-shirt. "Beg." I ordered harshly, snapping the belt against my hand. She turned to look at me, biting her lip as she stared at the bulge at my crotch. I grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her back to the table. "Cheek against the table." I ordered. I pulled back and waited for her to follow my earlier command, but I was met only with her heavy breathing. "Jessica." I said, "Beg." "Sir..." she said, but nothing else. I frowned, and snapped the belt hard against the table, inches away from her. She jumped, but still didn't speak. "Jessica, you bit me." i said angrily. "You hurt me deliberately because you wanted this, didn't you?" "I'm sorry." she said. "No, sweetheart. Tell me what you did." "I bit you." she said softly. "Why?" "Because... because I wanted this." "Wanted what?" "To be... punished." she said guiltily, "I wanted to be punished." "So fucking beg when I tell you to beg." "Please-" The second the word left her lips I pulled my arm back and lashed out with the folded belt, cracking it against her ass. She jumped and whimpered with pain. "One..." she said. "Don't bother." I said. I hit her again, then again, loving the way she'd yelp with every snap, revelling in the chorus of her pain. She reached out and grabbed the other edge of the table until her knuckles turned white. I finished the remaining hits fast and hard. I got to ten, then turned away from her saying, "Don't fucking move." She was panting hard, but let out a sultry giggle as I walked to the sink. "Mmm... Thank you, Sir." she said. "Shut up." I answered. This wasn't even close to finished. I poured myself a glass of water and took a long, slow drink. I refilled the glass and walked back to the table. "Stick your arms out." I said. She obeyed, spreading her arms out to the side. I pressed the bottom of the glass against her hand. "Hold." She grabbed the glass and set it down. "Up." She raised the glass up and held it in the air. I walked back to the sink and filled up another glass, then put it in her other hand. "Don't. Spill." I ordered. I walked behind her and just enjoyed the moment. I grabbed my hard cock through my boxers and slid my hand along it. Her ass was perfectly presented to me, her wet, pink pussy just waiting for me. I thought about making her strip out of the lingerie, but it was actually exciting with her still in it. Like this, it looked like I was really just taking her, not even bothering to undress her first. "Jessica, in future when you want me to punish you, you just have to ask." I said, my tone light, "Do you understand?" "Yes Sir." she said. "But now..." I said, "We can't have you disobeying me, hurting me just for a little fun. You're about to see what a real punishment feels like." I dropped the belt on the floor and walked over to her. I ran my hands over the warm, soft skin of her ass, already pinkening from the first ten strokes. I slid my boxers off, standing naked with my hard cock pointing right towards her pussy. I spanked her once, not too hard. "Don't spill." I said. I stepped between her feet and slowly slid her legs open, pushing her ankle out. She let out a sudden gasp of anticipation, followed by a drawn out whimper. "And don't... cum." I said, thrusting my head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy lips. I entered her slowly, at the same time pulling back on her hair. "Oooh, fuck Sir." she whimpered. I slapped my open hand down against her back, making her jump. The glass in her right hand spilled slightly, the water just about dripping down the side. "Don't talk. And watch the water." I said. I gripped her hair tighter and pushed into her. She was so tight from this angle. I entered her quickly, pushing hard against the wet, hot grip of her pussy. She moaned loudly as I pulled out and began slowly fucking her with about half of my length. Her hands were gripping the two glasses tightly, and her arms were already shaking. I enjoyed my slow pace while I watched her, minute by minute, as her arms got tired and her pleasure increased. Eventually I could feel her pussy gripping hard around my shaft, and I knew she was close to orgasm. "Careful sweetheart." I said, thrusting harder, "You don't have permission yet." She inhaled sharply and let out a purring whine. "Please..." she whimpered. "No talking." I said, thrusting even harder. Within a minute it was too much for her, and her pussy was twitching around my cock. She gasped and moaned, and as the pleasure took her she let the glass in her right hand bang against the table, causing water to slosh over her hand. It seemed to be a small, gentle climax, but it still counted. I sighed with frustration and pulled out of her. I knew I had to punish her, but it took all of my willpower to actually stop. I leaned over and took the glasses out of her hands, moving them out of her reach. "I'm sorry..." she gasped, still shaking. Without answering her, I grabbed the belt from the floor and lashed her ass hard. "You talked twice, came once, and spilled the water." I told her. "If my math is right then that's... twenty lashes." "Twenty!?" she gasped. "Twenty-five now, and more if you keep talking." I said. She whined, but didn't speak again. "You don't have to count... but don't be afraid to make some noise if you have to." I wanted to enjoy this too, after all. I started slowly, leaving long pauses between each hit, but soon I sped up, each snap of the belt coming just a few seconds after the next. I felt my cock throb with every hit, but I didn't stop no matter how much I just wanted to forced myself back into her. I reached 25 surprisingly quickly, and I let my arm drop. It was very tiring, putting so much strength into each swing. I was so excited, but by mind felt strangely still, my thoughts calm. All day I'd been irritated by the behaviour of my sister, and haunted by the memories of Jessica's abuse. But now, watching her shaking with pain, listening to her gasp and pant, probably on the verge of tears... it just felt right. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I slowly put each glass into her trembling hands and grabbed her hair again, lightly tugging on it. "What are the rules, sweetheart?" I asked. Silence. "It's Ok, you're allowed to answer me. What are the rules?" "Don't... don't talk. Don't spill... don't-" Her words were cut off by a sharp wail as I pushed my thick cock back into her tight, silky pussy. "Don't what, sweetheart?" I asked, filling her to the hilt. "Uhhnnn... mmm..." she moaned, "Don't cum!" I laughed and started to fuck her again, keeping my pace steady so she wouldn't spill any water. Her earlier orgasm didn't seem to have satisfied her at all, only serving to make her hotter and wetter. I increased my pace until I was fucking her hard, finally giving myself the pleasure I'd been holding back. I grunted with pleasure and suddenly felt the table lurch beneath us. I pushed down on her head and shifted my legs back, slamming into her as hard as I could. Within seconds, she was cumming again, helpless to resist the pleasure overwhelming her. I watched her hands, knowing what was about to happen. When Jessica really came hard, her hands would always twitch and shake. I always thought it was weirdly sexy, but now it was about to get her punished. Her right hand dropped first and the glass tipped, spilling water over the edge of the table. She frantically tried to grab it, but could barely move with my weight on her, and so only managed to push it, sending it spiralling off the table where it shattered on the floor. In her haste to save one glass, she dropped the other, sending water all over the wooden surface of the table. I laughed at her panicked whines, and fucked her like I was trying to break her, the table shifting away from me with every thrust. Her pussy was still quivering around my cock, and I let myself join in her pleasure, shooting my cum into her. My orgasm was quick, but intense. I laughed again, breathlessly, and slowly pulled out of her. "Well, no talking this time, at least." I said, "But let's do the math, two glasses and one orgasm, meaning-" "Two." she interrupted breathlessly. "What?" I asked. "Two... I had two orgasms." she confessed. "Well... thank you for being honest." I said, smiling. "But I don't remember telling you to interrupt me." If she hadn't corrected me, I never would have known. did that mean she wanted more punishment? Or maybe she was remembering my order to never lie to me, and felt not telling me would be dishonest. Either way, I loved that she'd done it. Although I didn't tell her she could speak... "Two orgasms... two glasses... and talking without permission.." I said. She groaned at the last addition, but didn't respond. "I believe that's... thirty-five lashes." She gasped, and went stiff. "Oh, the glasses were worth ten each, didn't I tell you that?" I was distracted for a second when I realised we were now standing in a small puddle of water in our bare feet, and there was a broken glass nearby. I made a note to order Jessica to clean up the glass as soon as I was done. After all, she was the one that made the mess. I looked up and delivered the first blow, taking her by surprise again. I went about her punishment slowly, not allowing my anger to take control. The regular sounds of her pain were almost comforting, and the motion of whipping her already felt natural to me. My cock was rock hard again by the tenth swing, which was the same swing that made her break down in tears. On and on I struck at her, blow after blow marking her perky pink ass. I lost myself in it, finding an easy rhythm, each violent crack bringing me almost as much joy and pleasure as it brought her pain. I felt right, like this. It felt natural, and good. It felt- "STOP!" she screamed suddenly, breaking my wonderful sadistic trance. I stopped, and let my arm fall limp, exhausted. Thirty two lashes, I'd counted out so far. "I can't take any more, pleassse stop." she whimpered, sobbing. It seemed while I'd been further exploring my sadistic urges, she'd been approaching the limit of her tolerance for pain. I walked to the side of the table and looked at her. She was in agony, her legs were shaking and barely holding her up. Her face was red and wet with tears, and her eyes were bulging in pain. Her make up had smeared and run down under her eyes. The dishevelled look made me even harder, made her pain look so much more intense. 'Jessica...' I said gently. 'Please... no more, I can't do it... you said you'd stop..." she whimpered, closing her eyes tight. A strange rush of pleasure flowed through me, seeing her like this. This was exactly the type of pain I'd always imagined her in, in my darkest moments, all those years. I had to stop now. But at the same time, I couldn't... "Jessica, there's just three more." I said, gently stroking her face, "Just three more and it's over." She looked up at me, blinking back her tears. "I can't!" she croaked, "I can't do it." "You can!" I said, dropping the belt and holding her face with my other hand, "You can do it, sweetheart. You've taken so much already! Just three more, and your punishment's over. Just three more!" I leaned over the table and kissed her gently, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. "You can do this..." I whispered, "You can take it, I know you can." She looked up at me, so utterly vulnerable and uncertain. "Just... just three?" she whispered. "Three more, and we're finished." I said. She closed her eyes, and let out one more sob. "Ok..." she whispered. "What was that?" I asked. "Ok... ok, do it." she said, almost too quiet to hear. "No Jessica." I said, "Tell me what you want." She opened her eyes again, and stared into mine. "Please... please finish punishing me, Sir." she begged. I swear to God, I almost came again right then and there. This was it. The peak of my dominance and sadistic glee. Pushing her to her absolute limit, then literally making her beg for more. I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salt of her tears on her lips. She responded desperately, whimpering submissively. I pulled away and kissed her once more on the head. "Three more." I said, standing up. I grabbed the belt and took my position behind her. Her ass was badly bruised, and she was barely standing. Three more hits. They would have to be good ones. I summoned all the remaining strength in my exhausted arm and struck down with everything I had. The crack of leather against skin echoed louder than any previous one had, and Jessica screamed in pain. She pushed herself up onto her toes, causing the table to slide forward. By this point it was almost at the wall. Again, I reared back and struck out, using my whole body to deliver an incredible blow that made her whole body shake and quiver. From behind her I could see her open her mouth to scream, but only a few small whimpers escaped. She quickly lowered her head to the table and let out a long, moaning breath. Finally, I let out a my own loud grunt as I whipped her one final time. And suddenly she was silent. After a few seconds, she let out a small whimper, then a louder whine, and then her legs fell out from beneath her. I lunged forward to catch her as she fell, her weight taking me by surprise and knocking me to the floor underneath her. I sat up and held her in my arms. I looked at her, panicked, worrying I'd pushed her too far. But when I saw what was happening, I couldn't believe it. She was cumming. Her whole body was trembling against me, and her hips were thrusting weakly forward. Her eyes were totally glazed, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing. Her orgasm seemed to last and last, as her body tensed and relaxed with the waves of pleasure. Tears were still streaming down her face, and she was gasping irregularly. I was fascinated by her. I gently cupped her face, and she buried herself into my body, whimpering. I slid my finger down her body and into her pussy, and suddenly another orgasm was upon her, so powerful she squirted all over my hand. This was incredible. She really was a masochist, able to cum from nothing but extreme pain. She was so beautiful. Eventually her shaking and twitching stopped, and her body went limp. "Jessica." I said gently. She reacted to my voice, but didn't speak. She turned to look at me, seeming to be possessed by some barely conscious level of instinct. She grabbed painfully onto my hair and pulled herself close to me, then pressed her head against my neck and breathed deeply, in and out. "Jessica..." I whispered. This time she didn't move. She just clung to me, shaking. I'd read about this, so I wasn't too worried about her. I was actually excited. This was a level of submission and masochism that few people could reach, a complete emptiness of mind and body. From what I'd read, some people weren't even convinced it was possible, but here it was, right in front of me. I just held her, and watched her, gently stroking her hair from her face, until I realised I was sitting in a puddle of water and she should probably be in bed right now. "Jessica, I need you to stand up." I said gently, trying to stand her. She barely reacted, needing me to practically lift her onto her feet and hold her there. It was a few minutes before she seemed able to take her own weight, and still clung tightly to me even when she could. "Just wait here for a second, sweetheart." I whispered in her ear. "Just stand right here." I ran out of the kitchen and over to the bag I'd brought my clothes in, barely registering that I was now walking around naked in Jessica's house. I took my camera out of my bag and sprinted back to her. She was exactly how I left her, standing unsteadily in the middle of the room. She'd spilled water on her thin yellow lingerie, which was now transparent enough to show her dark, hard nipples through it. Her yellow panties were still bunched around her knees, and her arms were crossed in front of her stomach defensively. But it was her expression I was most interested in. The tears were streaming down her face had blurred her make up, but her eyes were wide and her lips parted. She had such a look of complete peace and bliss that it took my breath away. I snapped a few quick pictures of her in that state, then moved behind her to get a complete view of her abused ass, and her wet pussy which was dripping with my cum. I was fast with this; she needed to get to bed, that was obvious, but I couldn't not capture this moment. Getting her up the stairs was its own ordeal, as I had to guide her up each step. She was limping badly, and I knew it wasn't really from the physical damage. I'd seen women online take twice as many, on some occasions even ten times as many lashes with a variety of different tools. But the pain I had given her had been enough to make her like this, to clear her mind so completely... I finally got her into bed, only stopping to strip her. She lay down on her side, and curled up in a ball. I ran out to the bathroom and grabbed some lavender scented lotion that promised to be kind to sensitive skin, and a small pack of wipes that were on the sink. I sat down next to her, took her in my arms, and reached over to gently spread the lotion over her bruised cheeks, making her whimper and moan. As I finished, I squeezed her gently, almost playfully, and was surprised when she jerked forward and started to shake again. She was cumming again, this time from nothing more than a touch. She pushed her head against my shoulder as her orgasm took her, and I wrapped my arms around her. The sounds she was making sounded almost distressed. "It's ok, sweetheart" I said soothingly, "It's ok." I didn't know how I was supposed to be treating her right now. I'd read about after care and things like that, but when I was faced with this almost catatonic, yet hyper-sensitive woman, I was somewhat lost. I gently wiped away the make up smeared on her face, then just cuddled her until she started to relax, counting down the minutes until she was asleep. When she when totally limp in my arms, I gently laid her to the side and went back downstairs. I picked my clothes up off the kitchen floor finding them damp. Maybe I should have used smaller glasses for my little game. I mopped up the puddle she made, then swept up the glass, putting it in the trash. Hopefully her parents wouldn't notice one missing. I made sure to tidy away any trace of your session, then locked the door and turned off all the lights. Just like the night before, I was faced with the choice of where to sleep, except this time it didn't feel right to leave her alone. Yours Ch. 05 When I went back into her room she was still asleep, but seemed to be sobbing quietly to herself. I lay down beside her and took her into my arms again. I didn't know if she could even notice my presence in this state, but the very least I could do was to comfort her. I softly kissed her head a few times, then started to relax beside her. She gasped in her sleep and dug her fingers into my shoulders. Was she dreaming already? Or was she still just reacting to the pain? I had no idea. I just tucked the blankets in behind her and stroked her hair away from her face. I remembered, barely, to set an alarm for about 4 hours away. I wanted to talk to her before the morning, before the real world intruded. I just hoped she'd be somewhat recovered by then. - I woke up just a few minutes before the alarm, strangely. I switched it off and looked at the woman lying next to me. She seemed to have calmed down since earlier, and now was in a true, deep sleep. I caressed her cheek, and softly called her name. She awoke slowly, moaning softly as she came back to life. Once she opened her eyes, however, she suddenly pulled away from me. She glared at me almost angrily, and bunched up the covers in front of her, hiding herself. "Are you Ok?" I asked. "Of course I'm not fucking Ok." she spat bitterly. I frowned at her. "Hey." I said soothingly, "What's wrong?" She watched me suspiciously for a few seconds before letting out a huge sigh. She closed her eyes and lay back on the bed. "It doesn't matter." she said, "Don't you have to run off now?" I ignored her question. "Tell me what's wrong." I said forcefully, slightly worried. She looked at me strangely. Sadly. "Nothing." she half whispered, turning away. "Nothing. I'm just tired." "Talk to me." I ordered. "It's nothing, really." she said, a soothing lie in her voice. I stared into her eyes, trying to find the truth. Was this just because of the abuse she'd taken earlier? Was she just pissed at me for hurting her? Or maybe it was some sort of reaction from her earlier submissive daze, like coming down from a high. "I guess..." she started, seeing I wasn't going to back down, "I guess I'm just remembering what a... disgusting slut I am." "Jessica..." I said, surprised at her. "I know, it's not like it's news." she continued glibly, "But sometimes my own sick, disgusting body takes me by surprise." "You're not... sick, Jessica." I said slowly. "I am." she said simply. "I just don't know how... I don't know why I like it... It's so fucked up..." "Jesus..." I whispered to myself. It was finally time, I realised. I suddenly regretted waiting so long to have this conversation with her. I'd been struggling with the idea that I was an actual sadist, and what that meant about me as a person, but I'd never had a single conversation with Jessica about her being a masochist, or a sub. She was ashamed of herself for it, because she didn't understand it. She'd been doing all of this, submitting to me, without ever knowing what it really was. I'd fucked up. I'd let her go on hating herself for too long. "Jessica, do you know what a submissive is?" I asked. "A submissive what?" she asked. I sat up, and she sat up with me, curling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. "Ok Jessica." I said slowly. "We need to talk." She frowned at me. "Talk about what?" "About why you like... the things I do to you." I said slowly. "Why I treat you the way I do." She didn't answer. "Jessica, do you know what BDSM is?" I asked, looking at her. "Uh... is that like, S&M stuff?" she asked. "Yeah, kind of." I said, "Do you know what S&M stands for?" She shook her head. "Well do you know what it is?" I asked. "Uh, like... whips and chains and stuff?" she said. I waited for her to get the link to what I was saying, but for a girl so smart she was taking her time to understand this. "Jessica, S&M, or, you know, BDSM, is this. It's how you would describe our relationship, basically." I said. "Um...Ok?" she said. I took a step back, and realised I had to start from an even more basic point if I wanted her to understand. She had only the most shallow understanding. I remembered how she'd told Rose about seeing my cock. She'd been embarrassed even saying that she'd accidentally seen it on the internet, and that was to her best friend. She was an incredibly intelligent woman, but everything she knew about sex was from what people told her, and thinking back, she'd probably had very few conversations about it before. "Ok. How about this. Is our relationship... normal?" I asked her, trying to find exactly where her misunderstanding started. "Well... no, obviously." she said, a profound sadness in her voice. "How is it different from normal?" I asked. "Well...for one thing, you hate me." she said, a touch of bitterness in her voice. That made me pause for a second. "Ignore how we feel about each other for a second." I said eventually, "Focus on what we do. What do I do that isn't normal?" "Well... you hurt me." she said. "And you... tie me up." "Right, and what do you do?" I asked. "I... I don't know." she said. She was getting confused, and I could see she was getting more and more uncomfortable. It was incredible how different she suddenly seemed to me. She was so lost, so strangely innocent and naive. "How do I put this?" I thought aloud, "Our relationship... is based on control. Would you agree with that?" "Uh... yeah." she said, considering it, "That sounds right." "But most relationships aren't, at least not in the same way." I said, "Most are based on the idea of equality, but not ours, right?" "Right." she said. "Our relationship isn't unique." I said, doing my best to explain in a helpful way, "A lot of people do the same kinds of things that we do. It doesn't mean we're sick or wrong, at least I don't think so. It just means... we want different things from most people. We have different urges." "Ok..." she said. "For example, Jessica, you're a submissive." I said. She laughed suddenly, before I could continue. "Submissive? Me?" she laughed harshly, "I'm like the least submissive person I know!" She had a point. Normally Jessica was as confident and strong willed as anyone you could meet. "True." I said, "In everyday life, you don't seem to submit to anyone or anything. But you call me 'Sir'. You beg for your orgasms. You claim that I own your body." "Yeah..." she said uncertainly. "That's called submission, sweetheart." I said, smiling, "You submit to me, and you like it. You have these submissive traits that allow you to tolerate, and even enjoy all the things I do to you. In the BDSM community, you're known as a submissive, or a sub. Someone who finds pleasure and satisfaction in submitting to another." By this point I was pretty much quoting a blog I'd read about "The Lifestyle" verbatim. It had been one of the more helpful things I'd read when I first discovered how satisfying it was to dominate Jessica. She was looking down, considering my words. She looked placated for a second, but then frowned and shook her head. "So, what's... BDSM?" she asked. "We'll... we'll get to that." I said, wanting to talk through each aspect first. "I'm what's known as a Dominant, or Dom. Someone who gets pleasure from... well, the things I do. Basically from making you submit." "I thought that was just because you hate me." she said quietly. "My feelings for you... are complicated." I said, "And not what we're talking about right now. I started to dominate you because I was angry with you, but then I realised that I liked it on a different level. On a few different levels, actually..." I trailed off. "So that's why I like being... hurt?" she asked. "Well, that's something slightly different." I said, "I mean, you should know this. What's it called when someone enjoys pain?" "Um... being a freak?" she said. "Masochism." I said simply. "Oh." she said, surprised. Then, as if finally understanding, "Oh..." "Yeah." I said. "Earlier today you had an orgasm from nothing but being whipped. You like pain. You're a masochist." "I've never...I've never thought about it in those terms before... I thought...well, I don't know what I thought." she said. "I thought I was just... fucked up. Or that I liked you so much that I even enjoyed you hurting me." I gave her a few seconds to digest this information. She looked afraid of the implications of this news. "So you're a sub, I'm a Dom." I said, "And if you're a masochist, then I'm a..." I trailed off, seeing if she'd answer. She didn't, but her eyes widened. "A sadist." I finished. She didn't move a muscle, but suddenly I could almost feel the fear coming off of her. I'd had much the same reaction when I'd first considered applying that label to myself. Outside of the BDSM community, the only people who were considered actual sadists were usually criminals, often the most violent and hated. It was pretty much synonymous with 'evil', or 'psycho'. At least, that had been my perception of the word. Learning that there were people who lived fairly normal, happy lives who would proudly give themselves that label had been an eye-opening discovery. "Does that scare you?" I asked in a teasing tone, "To think that the man you love is a sadist." She flinched when I said the word again. I suddenly felt totally vulnerable. "It's not a surprise, is it?" I asked, "After all the times I've hurt you..." "I don't know." she almost whispered, "I've just... I've never-" "Thought about it in those terms?" I finished. She nodded, still wide eyed. "This doesn't change anything... not really..." I said. I didn't know what else to say, so I decided to move on. I turned onto my back, looking up at the ceiling. "The exact wording of BDSM can sometimes be interpreted a few different ways." I said, changing the subject, "But it's actually six words arranged in three couplets." "Oh." she said, "You mean like, BD, DS, SM?" I laughed. It took her so long to understand that she had submissive traits, but this she got instantly. "Right." I said. "BD is Bondage and Discipline. That's when I tie you up, and punish you. They're basically just tools for dominance, at least for me. Some people like them for different reasons. There's a lot of room for personal preference and interpretation in this kind of relationship, not everyone has the same way of doing things." It felt good to talk about all of this, about what our relationship meant to me. I wanted to tell her about what it had felt like to discover all of this, but I didn't want to get distracted. "D/s usually stands for Dominant and submissive." I said, "Dominant is usually stylised with an upper case 'D', while submissive has a lower case 's', to highlight who's the more important one. I mean, obviously both are important, but it's another power thing. Sometimes it's interpreted as Dominant and slave, which is just another way of saying Dom and sub. I mean, some people think there's an important distinction, but I don't know..." I knew I was rambling, but I was nervous about her reaction. This was another of those topics that I wasn't used to talking about, but had only ever discussed with people online, who were mostly just screen names to me. I'd never actually breathed a single word of this to anyone before. I hadn't looked at her yet. "So..." she said, surprising me, "Then SM is... sadist and masochist." "Right." I said. "That's what 'S&M' is too, by the way... Sadomasochism. Or, again, sometimes people will say that for them 'SM' means slave and Master, but..." I trailed off, shrugging. I was really bad at this, I was starting to learn. When faced with this kind of difficult emotional conflict my first instinct was to retreat to logic. Facts and definitions, things I could argue and manipulate. This wasn't helping her, that was obvious. "This is a lot to take in." she said. "I know." I answered. "So... so I'm really not.. normal?" she asked, emotion creeping back into her tone. "Well... I mean, it depends on-" I started. "God, so it's not enough that I'm a slut, now you're telling me that deep down I'm some kind of... masochistic freak?" she accused, the anger in her voice rising. "Like, that all I want deep down is to be someone else's bitch?" "I... I mean, that's one way of putting it-" "Fuck that, that's not... you don't fucking know me, you don't know how this feels." she said angrily. "You can't just tell me I'm all fucked up and just expect me to accept it." "I didn't say you were fucked up, I'm-" "But I don't want it to be like this." she said, interrupting me again, "I want just want things to be normal." I laughed. How could anything between us ever be normal? "Jessica... you wouldn't give a shit about me if I didn't treat you like this. You don't want normal." I said. She flinched away from me, as if she'd been slapped. Her rage seemed to dissipate, only to be replaced by a cold, intense stare. "That's fucked up." she said, "You think I love you because you hurt me?" "All I've done is hurt you." I said calmly, "You treated me like shit until I did the same to you, and then you fell in love with me." She didn't respond. "Think about it." I continued, "You had a boyfriend already, you had a normal relationship with Mike and look how that ended." "Mike had a tiny dick." she said defensively. "Did he ever kiss you?" I asked. She furrowed her brow. "Of course he kissed me, he was my boyfriend." she said. "Did it feel the same as when I kiss you?" I asked. She paused. "And I assume he played with your tits whenever he got the chance. Did it feel as good as when I do it?" I asked. "No! Ok? No, he never turned me on like you do, is that what you want to hear? Does that make you feel important?" she shouted. "This isn't about me!" I raising my voice slightly, "All I do is hurt you. When I kiss you, I either violate your mouth with my tongue, or I bite your lip so hard you almost bleed. You literally did bleed the first time! When I play with your nipples, I twist them until you scream. That's how you want it." She flinched again at my harsh tone. "That's... no, that's not right..." she said. How could she be in so much denial? After all the things we'd done together? "You told me yourself, I remember what you said right before I fucked you for the first time, you said... 'I like it when you hurt me, it makes me feel like I'm yours.' You don't want a boyfriend, Jessica. You don't want me to get over my anger or to start treating you like an equal. You want to be used. To be fucked. To belong to me." "Stop it." she said. She'd said all this to me herself, why was she still fighting it? "Jessica-" "No, stop! Just... just shut up!" she shouted. "Just shut the fuck up!" For a few seconds we just sat silently in the dark. "It's been a while since you talked to me like that." I said eventually, smiling tiredly. "Oh, what are you gonna do, whip me again?" she hissed. "Keep it up and I probably will, yeah." I said. "What if I don't let you?" she said. "What if I don't just bend over and accept it?" "Then I won't do it." I said. "So... so really, I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me." she said with a challenging tone. "I can leave." I answered, meeting her eye. She frowned, then sighed shakily. "So that's it." she said, "I let you treat me like a slut or I don't get you at all." "That's it." I said. She seemed to think on this for a second. In the low light it looked like she was just pouting at me, but then I saw a tear well up in her eye. She cried silently, tears running down her cheeks. She covered her eyes with her arm for a second, then wiped the tears away. I didn't know what to say to her. This wasn't how I'd thought this conversation would go. Well, maybe that was because I'd never seriously considered having this conversation with her. "Is this really so bad, though?" I asked, "I mean, no one's getting hurt..." I trailed off as she snorted with laughter, then wiped away another tear. "Right, bad wording." I said, smiling, "Well, no-one else is getting hurt, and when you do get hurt, it's always something you agree to..." She was quiet for a while, thinking about what I said. "I want you to decide... if this is still what you want." I said. She just looked at me, her expression unreadable. "Decide if you still want to belong to me. To be mine. You need to think about what that means, and decide if it's a relationship that can make you happy." Despite everything, I half expected an immediate agreement, another confession of her undying love. But she just nodded and looked away. "I told you from the beginning that I didn't want a girlfriend." I said, "I never misled you about anything. This is... this is how I need things to be." "I get it." she said, a touch of bitterness in her voice. She lay down on the bed and tried to relax, letting out a deep breath, but she still held her body too stiffly. "We can keep talking about it, if you want." I said. She didn't look at me. "Actually..." she said, "I think... I need to be alone." I opened my mouth in surprise. That stung. "Fine." I said, trying to sound neutral and calm. I got up and left without another word passing between us. I crossed the hallway to the the guest room, got in and lay down on the blanket without undressing. How long was I going to be in here? How long did she need to think? God, why did it hurt so much to be asked to leave? Was it just a bruised ego, for once not having her fawn over me and worship me? Well, partly. But mostly I was worried. Genuinely worried that she wouldn't want me again. Worried that by tormenting her instead of being honest with her from the start that I'd ruined everything for good. But I didn't even like her at first, I reasoned. None of this would have happened if I hadn't wanted to hurt her in the first place. It was that original dark desire that lead to all my sexual self-discovery, there was no possible way I could have handled this properly. Responsibly, like I should have. I cringed as I remembered all that justification to myself, telling myself over and over that she wanted it and I didn't owe her any explanation. I'd been dragging her into this unknown world of pain and control, and she responded to it better than I'd ever hoped, but had no guidance or information to help her. I'd failed her. And worse, somewhere along the line I'd started to actually care about her. That thought irritated me. I started this all for revenge and I'd ended up getting too attached to her to even enjoy it. Well, that wasn't entirely true. I thought about her in there, alone, confused, and utterly vulnerable. Even as the guilt clutched at my stomach, I felt that same glow of sadistic satisfaction. I pictured her crying, begging me treat her better but knowing I never would. I could break her heart right now, if I hadn't already. Just by saying a few simple words... I could destroy her. Yours Ch. 06 Rose, Jessica, and I were hanging out on a Friday night. It was the first time the three of us had been alone together since Rose walked in on us last week, but surprisingly things weren't that awkward. Rose had always been wary of the two of us, given our past, and that hadn't really changed. Obviously now she was watching us for a different reason. Rose and I hadn't really talked about it, other than me telling her again that I wanted things to stay private. Really, she'd taken the news that her twin brother was secretly banging her best friend pretty well. Better than expected. Jessica and I hadn't been alone at all, which was bothering me. I wanted to talk to her about last week. It had been a huge step for us, our first real conversation about our relationship. I was dreading it, but I had to know where she was with it. Rose left us alone only once, to go to the bathroom. She glanced at us both nervously on the way out, as if unsure about leaving us alone together. As soon as she walked out the door, Jessica turned to me. "I've was reading that stuff you sent me." she said excitedly, "About BDSM." "OK, good." I said, glancing at the door, "This probably isn't the best time to-" "It's so exciting though, all the stuff about control and power. It's fascinating to think there are people who base their whole lives around this stuff." she said. "Yeah, it's cool but-" "You're actually a really good Dom, did you know that?" she said, "The way you explain everything, and, like, I always knew you would stop if I asked you, and the way you-" "Jessica-" "And, like, I was reading stuff about submissives, like the role of a submissive, you know? Like, how I'm supposed to please you better, or-" "Jessica." I pleaded, "Wait 'til we're alone, OK?" "Right." she said smiling, "Yes Sir." She winked at me, and I rolled my eyes. It was strange, her knowing about this stuff. It made it feel less... dark. Less dangerous. But strangely it was just as exciting. In fact, as I sat back in the couch with a smile, I felt excited about what I had planned for the night. The guilt had faded, but that erotic spark remained. It wasn't long before Rose came back, again glancing nervously between us as she entered. We kept the conversation light when she got back, but I could tell Jessica was excited to talk later. It was getting late, and the night had been relaxed so far. "So..." said Rose, a sudden tension in her voice, "What happens now?" She looked at Jessica, who was sitting on the couch beside her, and then over to me, sitting alone opposite them. She looked back to Jessica, who looked at me. "I mean..." Rose continued, "You normally wait until I'm asleep to sneak over to his room, right? And then sneak back when you're... you know, when you're done?" Neither of us responded, knowing she wasn't really expecting an answer. "But now, you know, it's not a secret any more." she went on, "Now that it's all out in the open... well, not really in the open but... I mean... you could just go up now, together, right? Would that be weird?" I shrugged. "It doesn't really matter." I said, "I know you two like to get your alone time, to talk about... you know, girl stuff... tampons and bras or whatever..." They both laughed. "So... yeah, I'll just head up to bed now, I think." I said, "I'll probably be awake for a few hours, and if Jessica wants to visit me later, it's up to her." Jessica smiled at me, and nodded. "Sounds good." she said. "So I'll see you later." I said, standing up. "Night bro." Rose said. "Later." answered Jessica. This was unexplored territory for all of us, but it seemed to be going well. So far, anyway. == A few hours later, Jessica knocked on my door. "Come in." I said. She did. She was wearing a tiny black slip, the hem barely reaching her thighs, and the material was so thin and tight across her ample chest, I could see the outline of her nipples. "Hi." I said, sitting up in bed. "Rose is still awake." she answered, ignoring my greeting. "Uh... OK." I said uncertainly. "She said there was no point in me waiting, you know? So when we got into bed, she was like 'I'll probably be asleep soon so you might as well go on over'. It was... awkward." "That's... that's good." I said, "Not the awkward part but... I'm glad she's taking this so well. I mean, we did lie to her for months." "Yeah... But she seems... I don't know, weirdly supportive of the whole thing." she said. We both looked away, and were silent for a few seconds. "So anyway." I said, breaking the contemplative silence, "Get on your knees, slut." She beamed at me, and gracefully sank to the floor in the middle of the room. "Right away Sir." she said playfully as she knelt. I considered reading for a while, maybe relaxing by listening to some music with her just waiting there for me, but I decided against it. Maybe it was enough that she knew I could keep her waiting. There was no point to proving it again, other than to frustrate her. I stood up out of bed and walked over to her. I liked standing over her like this, her staring up at me. The perfect height for a blow job too, if the mood struck me. "So... what are we going to do tonight, sweetheart?" I asked. "Anything you want, Sir." she said, smiling. The perfect answer. But then she frowned, and glanced away. "But first... I want to show you something." she said. "If that's OK." "Show me what?" I asked. "I... I bought something for you." she said nervously. "Oh? Another sexy little outfit?" I asked. "No..." she said quietly. I waited for her to continue, but she didn't. "Then... what?" I asked "I... I didn't get you anything for Christmas... I felt bad about it and... and Valentine's day is next week..." She'd gotten me a Valentine's present? I was stunned. "It's next Thursday." she continued, "And we won't be alone until Friday... I could have given it to you then, but I didn't want to be late... so I... I have it outside." She was nervous, rambling, and I was still too surprised to interrupt her. She wasn't looking at me, but staring at the ground. I'd never received a Valentine's... anything before. From anyone. Not even so much as a 'just friends' card from a polite girl. "Can I give it to you?" she asked, "I know you said you weren't expecting a Christmas present... and, you don't have to get me anything, I just... I just wanted to get you something." "Get it." I said. She smiled up at me, then excitedly jumped up and ran to the door. She opened it, and outside was a little brown bag. She snatched it up and walked back, forgetting to close the door. She seemed to remember so doubled back to close it, then turned to walk back. She stood in front of me and made a motion to hand the bag to me, then seemed to re-think it and sank back to her knees, looking up at me. I stood watching all of this, unmoving and expressionless. "Relax, sweetheart." I said, though as more of an order than a comfort. "Sorry." she laughed, "I'm just really nervous." She looked down at the bag in her hands, then slowly raised it to me. I took it from her, and held it for just a second. "It's not much..." she said quietly, "I just saw... I mean, I saw the... Well, it doesn't matter, I mean you'll see it..." "Stop talking." I ordered quietly. She nodded quickly, and looked down. I stood and stared at her for a moment, collecting myself. For some reason I thought of the night this all started, way back when I first overheard her talking to Rose about Mike. Back when the only thing I wanted from her was to leave me alone, and to get that the best thing I could think of was to flash her. The memory made me smile. And now... now she was actively teaching herself how to better submit to me. How to please me. She was kneeling at my feet and handing me a gift that she had no obligation to give, but that she wanted me to have anyway. To make me happy. Again, I smiled to myself, staring at her kneeling form. I opened the bag, and pulled out the object inside. A small, brown box. Jewellery's? I opened it. It was a wrist watch. I took it out of the box, dropping both it and the bag on the floor. The watch felt heavy, and it looked expensive. It had a black leather strap, and the metal around the face was a dull, metallic gray. The face itself was black, with nothing more than thin, silver lines to indicate the places of the numbers. I stared at it, literally watching the time tick by on the slender, silver hands. I flipped it over. On the back were the usual markings; the brand, the depth to which it was waterproof, and the indication that it was made of titanium. But right in the center, in an elegant yet simple script, two words were engraved. "Forever Yours." I read aloud. She looked up at me, and I stared back, keeping my expression neutral. "It..." she started, then stopped. I raised and eyebrow, then after a second, nodded. "It was one of the default messages." she said quickly, "Anything in the men's section of the jewelery store... there were three different messages, free to engrave. Anything custom would have... would have cost extra... Not that the price mattered or anything..." She trailed off, seeming to realize she was rambling again. "I mean, I just... I noticed you don't wear a watch. I thought it would be a nice gift... I saw that one, with the leather and the... the face. And then I saw the sign, right above it. 'Complementary Engraving... Forever Yours.' It just seemed... perfect." She looked up at me, fear in her eyes. Was she afraid I was going to throw it away? Smash it in front of her? Or maybe just refusing it would be enough to hurt her. I looked back at the watch. I liked how simple it looked; no extra dials or complex designs that so many pieces seem to have. Just a black face with a few silver markings. "It's a nice watch." I said, "Very... minimalist design. I think it suits me." I slipped the watch on my wrist and fastened it. I stared at it, thinking about the words now pressed against my skin. "Thank you, Jessica." I said, looking down at her. She beamed up at me. "You like it?" she asked, "I have the receipt, and... like I said it was one of the default things so I can return it-" "I like it." I said. She smiled again, and nodded. "But... I hope you don't think this going to make me go any easier on you." I said, turning away from her. "I was planning something... fun, for tonight." I walked towards the bed. "You mean... fun for a... for a masochist slut like me, Sir?" she asked hesitantly. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her over my shoulder. I gripped my fist tightly to stem the sudden tide of lust that flowed through me. She was so... tempting. "Exactly." I said. I sat down on the bed and tapped my leg, calling her over. She crawled without hesitation, coming to kneel between my legs. "We're going to play a game tonight." I said. "It's... probably going to hurt." "I like it when you hurt me." she replied, smiling, but I could hear the fear in her voice. I let out a deep breath, trying to ignore my already rock hard cock. When this had all just been a way to torture her, it was sexy. When she was afraid, ashamed, in pain... it was sexy. But when she was like this? Openly willing, knowing exactly the treatment she was likely to get... and still saying things like this? Again, the only thing stopping my from pinning her to the floor and fucking her brains out was my quickly weakening will power. I got a loose grip on her hair and stood up, forcing her to stand with me. As she looked at me her eyes darted to my lips, and her own parted slightly. I reached down and gripped the hem of her tight, revealing slip and slowly peeled it upwards. Her skin seemed to tremble against my fingers as they slid along her body, revealing her matching black panties, then her toned stomach. I looked her in the eye and continued to undress her. She raised her arms as I reached her full tits. I paused for a moment, then yanked the tiny dress over them, bouncing them into view. She raised her arms and let out a tiny whimper as I pulled it up over her head, then dropped it carelessly to the floor. "I like you in black." I said quietly. She leaned in to kiss me, but I put my hand against her throat. Without speaking, I sank to my knees. I ran my hands up the outsides of her thighs to her waist, where I sank my fingers under the waistband of her black panties. I slowly slid them down, ignoring the whimpering moans she was letting out. After sliding them down about an inch, I paused. I could smell the arousing scent of her pussy, but even more erotic, I could see a thin strand of her natural lubricant clinging to the material as it fell away. I resisted the urge to yank them away from her, and continued my slow undressing. When her panties reached her ankles, she delicately stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly. Without looking up at her, I ran my middle finger upwards along her pink lower lips, collecting the warm liquid. I licked my own finger, tasting her. I closed my eyes and knelt forward, using my tongue to trace the same path my finger had just traveled, then lightly flicked it against her erect clit. She gasped with pleasure and grabbed my shoulder to steady herself. I knew this was a somewhat submissive position to be in, kneeling at her feet, but I didn't care. I wanted to taste her. I reached under her leg and raised it over my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her hip to steady her, and again tasted her pussy. This was only the second time I'd done this, but already I found myself enjoying the taste. After all, this heat and wetness just meant she was ready for me. She gasped and moaned above me, and grabbed both my shoulders hard. I savored the taste, but I didn't want her to cum yet. I licked her clit a few more times before pulling away, and letting her leg slide off me. I stood up slowly, wiping her juices from my lips and again tasting my finger, before looking at her again. She was blushing a deep red and seemed out of breath. She put her hands against my chest and leaned forwards, desperately wanting to kiss me. "Get on the bed." She hesitated, staring into my eyes, but pulled away and walked quickly past me. She lay down on the bed, throwing the covers over the edge. "The rules of this game are the same as always, sweetheart." I said, taking off my t-shirt, "I'm going to fuck you, and you're not allowed to cum. For every orgasm, you'll get a punishment. Understand?" She nodded, staring at my body. I took off my pants and squeezed my cock through my boxers, before sliding those off too. Naked, I took off the watch she'd given me and put it on my nightstand. I got on the bed and lay over her, my thick cock pointing straight out from my body. She eyed it hungrily. I grabbed the base of my cock and pushed the head down against her pussy lips, then gently tapped her clit a few times. She moaned frantically and pushed her hips upwards, trying to grind her pussy against my cock. I pulled it away from her, laughing. "Oh sweetheart... this isn't going to take long at all, is it?" I taunted her. "No, Sir." she answered breathlessly. I laughed again, and pressed my cock against her pussy. I slowly pushed myself into her, sighing at the pleasure of her tightness. She sighed with desire as I filled her. "Mmm... Oh, Sir..." she whimpered. I pinched her right nipple hard. "No talking." I said, as I began to pull out. I groped her tits with both hands, pinching her nipples and squeezing her. I picked up the pace, quickly thrusting in and out of her with my hips, groaning at the heat of her silky pussy. She was whimpering constantly, letting out gasps and whines as I fucked her. She reached up and dug her fingers into my shoulders, her nails hurting me. "Sir..." she whimpered. I reached up and slapped her lightly, causing her eyes to open with shock. "No talking." I grunted, as my hips sped up. I kept toying with her nipples as I fucked her, and it made it a lot harder for her to keep control. After only a few minutes she had that desperate, panicked look on her face. "Sir... I'm... Oh fuck, I'm..." she moaned. I didn't slow down, and pinched her nipples harder for speaking. The extra pain sent her over edge and she came hard, already apologizing to me as her body shook with pleasure. Even at the height of her bliss she knew that her pleasure belonged to me. I kept up my pace and fucked her through her orgasm, but slowed to a stop when her pussy stopped spasming around my shaft. "That's disappointing." I said quietly, pulling out of her. I let my wet cock rest on her lower lips, and again she lightly thrust herself forward to grind herself against it. "I guess it's time for the first punishment." I sighed, pulling away and getting off the bed. "I'm sorry..." she sighed, her voice filled with lust, "I couldn't help it Sir... Your big... your big cock just felt so good." "I wonder if you know what 'Don't talk.' actually means..." I said, reaching into my closet. I pulled out two things, one in each hand. A thick, black leather strap in my left, and in my right... A riding crop. It was brown, about a foot and a half long. A thick handle with a long, thin shaft leading to a flat head of brown leather. I didn't look at Jessica as I revealed it, but studied the crop itself, holding it flat. I suddenly tightened my grip and sliced it through the air, hearing a distinctive whooshing sound. I'd practiced with this earlier, of course. Even going as far as to try it out on myself, whipping along my left forearm in different ways, different speeds. I couldn't get the full range of motion from that angle, but I had a pretty good idea of how much force to use. And, going by the bruises on my skin, a good idea of how much it would hurt. I finally looked at her, and her eyes were wide. She was biting her lip, and I honestly couldn't tell if she was more afraid or more aroused. "This is a new toy I bought just for you." I said, walking back to the bed. She didn't respond, but just nodded, still staring at it. "It's called a riding crop." I explained with a casual tone. I reached the bed, and put both the strap and the crop on the bed, then grabbed her by the shoulders. I flipped her roughly over on to her front, surprising her. "It's usually used on horses, you know, like for racing." I continued, my calm voice contrasting my rough treatment. I guided her to put her legs under her, thrusting her ass into the air. "Wild animals that need to be whipped to understand they have to do what they're told." I continued. She was now in the perfect spanking position. "So I guess... it's perfect for you." I said thoughtfully, picking it up. I stood behind her, staring at her glistening pussy presented to me from behind. My cock was throbbing, as if begging me to ignore all this BDSM bullshit as just fuck her brains out. I squeezed it with my free hand, and smiled. I swished the crop through the air a few times, causing her to whimper at the sound. I placed the head of it against her round, firm ass cheek, but then pulled it away. "So sweetheart... what am I about to do?" I asked. "You're about to... to..." she stuttered. "Come on sweetheart, don't waste my time." I said, "You know this." Yours Ch. 06 "You're going to punish me, Sir." she said quietly. "And why?" "Because I disobeyed you." she said. I didn't respond. "I... I disobeyed you... I had an orgasm without your permission, and I spoke..." she said, "Um, without your permission, um, Sir." "Right." I said. "And you need this punishment in order to do better in future, don't you?" "Yes, Sir." she said, "I want... I want..." She hesitated. "Jessica, speak up." I prompted, "Tell me what you want." "I want you to punish me." she said quickly. "I mean... please punish me, Sir. " "You're begging me to hurt you?" I asked. "Please Sir." she repeated. "I... need it. To... to be better. I want to be a good girl for you." As soon as she stopped speaking I lashed out with the crop, unable to hold myself back any longer. Her body jumped in surprise, and she squeaked with pain. "Oh, I suppose I should ask you to count." I said. "One." she gasped. I smiled and whipped her again. "Mmmm... two!" she said. I could tell it was hurting her, and red marks instantly rose to the surface of her creamy, smooth skin where I struck her. I whipped her again, and again, waiting for her obedient count each time. The crop felt good. It had a certain feeling of control to it that I liked. The belt took my whole body, my arm reaching all the way back to be able to hit her as hard as I could, but with this thin tool all it took was a quick snap. I reached five, but decided to push to ten. She seemed to relax after the fifth, and I smiled when the sixth made her jump with surprise. She stopped when we got to eight, pausing for about a minute. She seemed to be handling this pain a lot better than in the past. When I'd first spanked her she'd cried, and that had only been with my hand. But the last time, she'd taken dozens of hits with the belt and stayed standing. Well, until she fell. I didn't have a good idea of her pain threshold yet. How much of her hesitation was because of the pain, and how much was the humiliation? "Jessica..." I said slowly, "We don't have all night." "Nine." she said calmly, and I whipped her as soon as the word left her mouth. "Ten!" she gasped. "Good." I said, placing the crop on the bed beside her. "Now let's see if you can behave yourself." I knelt on the bed and mounted her, lining my cock up with her wet, lower lips and plunging myself into her. She squealed at the sudden sensation, and I grunted too. She felt incredible like this, so much tighter, if that were even possible. I grabbed her by the hair, bunching it up in my hand and pulling against it each time I pulled out. I fucked her slowly, deeply, each thrust lasting a measured few seconds. I found a steady rhythm and lost myself in it, allowing myself to feel the intense pleasure of her sex. Before too long she let out a squeal of pleasure, and came hard around my cock. I loved the feeling, but sighed with disappointment, knowing I'd now have to stop again. I fucked her through her orgasm and knew I should stop, but I couldn't. Instead, I picked up the pace, slamming my cock into her. "Oh... God, Sir!" she squealed, and I slapped her bruised ass hard. "Shut the fuck up." I grunted. I thrust into her hard and fast, again and again, until I felt my own orgasm approach. I let it overwhelm me, for a few seconds not caring about Domination or pain. I just wanted to fill her pussy with my cum. I sighed as the waves of pleasure faded, and pulled out of her. "Fuck Jessica, you only lasted a few minutes that time." I said, getting my breath back. I backed off the bed stroking my semi hard cock. "I'm sorry Sir." she said, a sultry smoothness to her voice, "This bad slut needs to be punished." "I think you're right." I said, picking up the crop. I whipped her hard across the ass, and after jumped and gasping in pain, she actually giggled. "That's one, Sir." she said. I continued to punish her, first whipping her across the bottom of each thigh, then the top of her ass, close to the bottom of her back. "Four." she said, excitement clear in her voice. She was loving this. For the final lash, I aimed right at her pussy, bringing the leather down hard. She jumped forward so fast she almost slammed her head into my headboard. "Ahh... five Sir." she whimpered. "Hm." I answered, dropping the crop. "I... I spoke too, Sir." she said. I paused, then smiled. "Yes, you did." I said, picking up the crop again. I hit her five times in quick succession, mostly on her cheeks with one or two dipping to her well fucked pussy. She gasped and sighed, but didn't bother to count as I didn't give her time. "Thank you Sir." she said when I finished. "Any time." I answered. I picked up the black strap and bound her arms behind her back, pulling it tight into her flesh. I did it quickly, eager to get back to it. "Sit up." I said, pulling her up by the hair. It was tough without her arms, but she sat up on her knees. I lay down on the bed and grabbed my hard cock by the base. "Sit." I said simply. She smiled and started to wiggle her legs, trying to get on top of me without falling over. It was sort of funny to watch, and she blushed when I let out a small chuckle. With my help she raised herself over me, and sank slowly on to my cock. "Mmm... fuck..." she moaned, enjoying the sensation. I'd left the riding crop beside me, and I picked it up. I quickly reached behind her and whipped her hard across the back. She hissed at the pain and arched her back, thrusting her tits forward. "Don't talk." I said simply. She bit her lower lip and nodded, and slowly started to fuck me. I lay back with my arms resting behind my head, and closed my eyes. She felt incredible around my cock, as always, and she was really trying to keep a steady rhythm with her hips. Unfortunately, every few strokes she'd falter, and either sink too quickly downwards, or hesitate too long moving up. "Here sweetheart." I said. I reached behind my pillow and took out a little brown bag. Out of it I pulled a blindfold, and I sat up. "You need to concentrate." I said. She bit her lip when she saw it, but just nodded as I slipped it over her head. I sat back with her effectively blinded, and enjoyed the site of her. "Move, slut." I ordered, lightly whipping her shoulder. She grunted with pain and started to ride me again, biting her lip in concentration. Her rhythm was more consistent now, and I was able to just enjoy the pleasure she gave me. She rode me quickly, falling into an easy rhythm. "That's it slut, ride my cock." I grunted, pushing my hips up. "Yes... yes Sir..." she gasped. The stimulation was getting to her, I could see that. As I watched her body twitch and shake, her large tits bouncing and shaking with every thrust; and as I listened to her addictively erotic moans and squeals, I was once again amazed by the sheer eroticism of her. And again I was amazed by her capacity for pleasure. After mere minutes of riding me, she was again about to cum. She let out a series of distressed feminine grunts as her soaking wet pussy captured my full erection over and over again, her toned stomach tensing and flexing with effort. "I... I'm sorry!" she barely managed to squeak, as yet another orgasm washed over her. She sat still as her tight pussy twitched and squeezed around my cock, but after a few seconds she began to shakily ride me again, trying to prolong her pleasure. "Oh.. fuck Sir, oh my God!" she squealed, as she squirted her juices around my cock. She eventually slowed, and sat panting with her mouth open wide. "That was two orgasms, wasn't it sweetheart?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain calm and casual despite the constant arousal and pleasure she was providing. "Yes Sir." she sighed, her voice becoming hoarse. "And you spoke quite a few times." I sighed, picking up the crop. "Yes S- Ah!" she squeaked, as I began to whip her chest. I attacked both her nipples, first one then the other, over and over, then whipped along her collar bone, leaving a trail of slowly appearing red blotches along her perfect skin. She gasped and twitched with every light, stinging stroke, but never once tried to shy away from the pain. I stopped at fifteen, and dropped the crop beside me. "I'm really sick of you talking." I said casually, "A good slut should know when to shut up." "I'm sorry Sir." she said, her voice unsteady. "That wasn't an invitation to speak." I said, my voice stern. She wisely clamped her lips shut, just as she was about to apologize again. I reached into the brown bag and pulled out another toy. The very first thing that had been delivered to me, my first real tool. The ball gag. "Open your mouth." I ordered. She parted her lips slightly. I roughly stuck two fingers between her lips and spread them, making her open wide. I placed the bright, red rubber ball into her mouth, and quickly pulled the black leather strap behind her head. She grunted in surprise and turned her head quickly to the side as I tightened the gag. I wasn't sure how tight to make it, but when I fastened the buckle it looked a lot like it did in all the pictures. Her perfect white teeth stood out against the deep red of the ball, and she was squeaking with terror. I grabbed her chin and turned her face towards me, taking the opportunity to pump my hips a few times, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. "There, isn't that better?" I asked soothingly, "Now you won't forget." I reached up and lightly tugged on her hair. "Now get back to work." She didn't respond at first. She just sat there, impaled and gagged. She let out a quick, garbled squeak, as if trying to speak but realizing she couldn't. She looked down, although still blinded, and seemed to shiver. She was breathing heavily through her nose, and she uselessly moaned again. "If you want to stop, just get off." I said lazily, as if it didn't make a different to me. But I knew, of course, that she couldn't tell me to stop if she couldn't speak, which is why I'd moved her on top of me before gagging her. She sat for another minute, then eventually started to move. She squeaked with pleasure, then stopped again. I valued my self control, but even I had my limits. Sitting like this, fully buried inside her tight, warm pussy without actually moving was driving me insane. "Hurry up!" I grunted, whipping her chest again. She reacted to the pain and jumped up a few inches, then slowly sank down. She quickly found a rhythm, finally getting back to a decent pace. I sighed with frustration and lay back. She'd been in my room for what had to be almost an hour and I still hadn't cum. She suddenly fell forward, without her arms to stop her. Her chin fell against my shoulder, but she didn't stop moving. In fact, with this new angle she took the opportunity to ride me even harder, her sexy hips rolling wildly. I held her head and turned to her, loving the erotic, desperate, yet muffled gasps of pleasure she was panting into my ear. I buried my face in her neck, biting and licking her throat. She squealed, and came again, hard. She stopped shaking her hips, and her body sagged against me. I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off, sitting her up right. "Naughty slut." I said, "When are you going to learn?" I reached into my bag and pulled out yet another toy. I hesitated, looking at her. She was crying, I realized, tears slowly falling from her covered eyes. She was sitting too steadily either, looking like she was about to collapse. "If this is all you can do, you might as well get off." I said. She shook her head violently and started to move again, grunting with each thrust. I let out a sigh of relief. I'd worried I'd pushed her too hard, but she didn't need to stop yet. "Stop." I ordered. My final toy was a pair of nipple clamps, connected by a thin, but long steel chain. I held the small clamps open with my fingers. Again, I hesitated. But not for long. I released the clamps at the same time, slowly letting them bite into her erect nipples. She whimpered with pain, gasping through the gag. I let the chain hang down between them, tugging on it gently before letting bounce off her tight stomach. I saw more tears leak out from under the blindfold, and she let her head hang back. The sight was so erotic, I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting upwards. "You better be careful, sweetheart." I sighed, stroking her face. "A few more orgasms and I might run out toys..." I smacked her ass hard, making her jump. "Go." She whined loudly, but took a deep breath. She pushed down with her knees, but again lost her balance and fell forward. I wordlessly grabbed her by the throat and pushed her upright. "Go." I said again, more sternly. Again, she let out a delicious little whine. She breathed deeply through her nose, and slowly started to rise off my cock. I stayed silent, watching her beautiful, quivering body lift upwards, her tight pussy clinging to my shaft as it went. She reached about half way up, then quickly sank down again, whimpering at the sensation. She did this a few more times, and I was getting impatient. I picked up the crop and flicked my wrist backwards, catching her lightly on the back of her shoulder with the stinging tip. "Jessica, I know you don't want to cum again..." I sighed, sounding bored, "But you're not being very fun." I saw her jaw clench slightly as she bit into her gag, then started to move with more purpose. "That's it sweetheart." I encouraged, "Let's see if you can make me cum." To be honest, I could have finished at any moment. Having her bound like this was powerfully erotic, and her wet pussy always felt incredible. But this was as much about the control of my own pleasure as it was about controlling her. I reached over to grab my camera from the night stand, putting a hand against her shoulder to stop her toppling as I leaned. I lay back and snapped a few more loud pictures, enjoying the way she'd tense and squirm with every click. I gently put the crop against her face, taking a few shots with it included. She started to slow again, so I suddenly whipped one of her tightly clamped nipples. She froze and fell completely on to my cock, and her back stiffened. She let out a strangled squeak while her pussy gently quivered along my shaft. She was trying not to cum. I grinned and clenched my fists, excited to see if she'd make it. After a few tense seconds, she breathed out slowly and started to rise again. I wanted to laugh. She was so sensitive, it was so much fun watching her hold back. I knew that the pleasure she could experience could be literally mind-blowing for her, and yet she wouldn't let herself feel it until I said so. So much was perfect about these quiet moments, just watching and feeling her try so desperately to pleasure me, and deny herself that same pleasure. Everything else; the gag, the blindfold, the bound arms, the nipple clamps... She was like a living fantasy, so perfectly sexy. I was breathing heavily and the incredible eroticism was sending warm, pleasant waves through my abdomen, as if I could feel the hot blood rushing through my body to my engorged cock. I needed to cum, but more I needed not to. I wanted to wait and wait, for this moment to last forever, for this moment to stretch on and on, holding her here, holding us both at the edge of pure pleasure. I waited as long as I could, watching rapt at every movement of her body, every jiggle of her full breasts still connected by the loose chain at her nipples, every flex of her stomach muscles under the light sheen of sweat, every jerk of her head as she sank down onto my cock and tried yet again to hold back her incredible building orgasm. I hated my weakness, but eventually I had to end it. I knew I had to finally release the on-coming flood of pleasure that was waiting for the both of us. And I knew just how to do it. "Good girl, Jessica." I said lightly, breaking the long, long silence. "You're doing such a good job sweetheart." I reached up and gently stroked her face. "I think you've earned a reward... Why don't I take one of these off for you? Would you like that?" She nodded slowly, hesitantly. She didn't trust me. I grinned. I slowly gripped the handles of one of her clamps with the ends of my fingers, careful not to move it, or to touch her directly. I squeezed, releasing the warm metal from her body, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. And then she froze again. She jerked her head back and let out a panicked whine, breathing heavily and not daring to move. After being clamped for so long, the blood was rushing back into her abused nipple, flooding it with sensation. With pain. "Oh, that's right." I said, "I've heard these things are actually more painful when you take them off." She didn't seem to hear me, but just kept make this high pitched squeak of panic with every breath. "Better take the other one off too, just to be safe." I said reaching up. She shifted her body backwards, as if to avoid me. I laughed, and grabbed her clamped nipple hard, twisting it roughly before yanking the clamp off it. She screamed through the gag, tears running down her cheeks. And then she came. Hard. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed so powerfully that I gasped with pleasure. She screamed again as her orgasm assaulted her. I threw my head back, and my hips thrust upwards almost of their own accord. I grunted and grabbed her hips, trying to fuck her while still buried inside her. I suddenly grabbed her tits with both hands, digging my fingers deep into the soft flesh and twisting my palms against her hard nipples. Her orgasm was either extended or repeated by this as her body shook with continued pleasure. The sensation around my cock was unbelievable; I didn't think I'd ever felt her cum this hard before. Without moving again, the sensation was enough to trigger my own orgasm. I practically roared as I filled her frenzied pussy with my cum, then gasped at the sheer amount of pleasure I was feeling. She fell on top of me, squeaking and squealing as her body still shook. My cock stayed buried inside her, and I thrust deeper into her a few times as my long orgasm ended. We lay for a few minutes just recovering. She didn't make any move to sit up, or to free herself. She just lay on top of me, shivering. Her face was against my chest and she was breathing heavily. I reached up into her hair and pulled it gently, before burying my face into it and kissing the top of her head. Eventually, when my mind had returned from wherever the pleasure had banished it to, I gently lifted her face, undid her gag and pulled it off. She breathed out heavily across my chest, then sucked in a huge breath. She didn't speak. Without sitting up, I reached behind her to undo the strap holding her arms. She let them fall limply to her sides, but still didn't move. I slowly sat up, holding her body. She let herself be moved, and when I was upright she was still leaning all her weight against me. For a second I wondered if she'd passed out. I slipped the blindfold off, holding her face in front of me so I could see her eyes. They seemed huge, the vivid green dwarfed by her dark pupils before they shrank in the light. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks, but she didn't make a sound. She seemed stunned. I wiped a tear away from her eye with my finger, then cupped her face in my hand. She closed her eyes tight and leaned in to my grip, sobbing heavily as she rubbed her cheek against my palm. Yours Ch. 06 She wrapped her arms weakly around me and clung to me, pressing her face into my neck. "I'm sorry..." she wept quietly, "I'm suh- sorry..." Her body shook with sobs, interrupting her words. "I didn't muh- mean to... I couldn't... I couldn't stuh- stop it..." she stuttered, "I couldn't buh- beg... I sssorry..." I held on to her, kissing her head a few times. "It's okay sweetheart..." I said, trying to reassure her, "It's okay, you're a good girl." "I'm sorry..." she whispered. I held her as she continued to cry, gently shushing her and stroking her head. I had to fight down my feeling of anxiety, of panic. Once again I found myself wracked with guilt as causing such a bad reaction in her, but still couldn't stop myself from enjoying it on a deeper level, my cock threatening to get hard again. I tore her apart and still she clung to me, seeking comfort from me. Eventually she settled, her cheeks drying, though she still sobbed occasionally. I just lay down, holding her against me, and reached over to turn off the light. I didn't know what she was feeling now, in this moment. Were these tears of frustration? Of pain? Or maybe they were tears of relief? Of release? "Sleep now, sweetheart." I told her gently, "Just go to sleep." I felt her nod against my chest, and sigh deeply. Within a few minutes she was out cold, and it wasn't long before I joined her. == I woke up to the alarm, and quickly shut it off. Jessica slept soundly, looking wonderfully peaceful. I felt a strange sense of understanding as I watched her. It was one of those weird moments where you seem to suddenly understand everything at once, even things you already knew. For so long I'd seen her as just some bitch who hated me for no reason, who ruined my life. Then I saw her as just a slut who wanted my big cock, and was willing to do anything to get it. Then as a latent submissive who had no idea about her real nature. Then as a stressed out over-achiever who'd do anything to find a way to relax. And now a willing participant, a submissive woman ready to explore this side of herself with me. In that moment, in her, I could see all of these aspects, all these stages of her life in which I knew her. And there was still so much about her I didn't know. She was my childhood bully, my sister's best friend, my first real crush. My first crush... I'd actually forgotten about that. Again, I smiled and shook my head. The memory filtered through the fog of time before my eyes. I'd liked her. Like, I'd like liked her. When we were kids, she was the prettiest thing imaginable. Before she started to hate me, and I her. Before she took my sister from me. Before anything was anything. She was little Jessica, practically the girl next door. How could one person be so many things? Contain so much? I wanted to wake her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to kiss those red lips, and feel her hair between my fingers. Well... why couldn't I? I owned her now, didn't I? I gently stroked her face, and softly said her name. She stirred slowly, and opened her eyes. She smiled when she saw me, and moved to sit up. I kissed her suddenly, not forcefully, but not exactly gently either. She giggled and returned my kiss, her hands gripping my shoulder and neck. I ran my hands up into her hair and kissed her passionately. After a few minutes of kissing, I pulled away a little breathless. "Mm... What a way to be woken up." Jessica smiled. I laughed and lay back down. I stretched my arm out behind her, as she was already moving to rest her head against my chest. She nestled in to me and sighed. "So how do you feel?" I asked. "Really good." she said, sighing again. "Good." I said. I waiting a minute for her to elaborate, but she seemed content to lie in silence. "What about the... the session? It seemed to hit you pretty hard." I said. "Oh... this is... a 'briefing', right?" she asked. "A what?" "Or a debriefing? Like, where we talk about the scene we had, and how we felt about it and stuff." she said, "It was in one of the links I found." "So you've really done some research?" I said. "Yep. Except, I had to go into my internet browser's settings and disable all the pictures for a little while. Some of those websites were just filthy." I chuckled at this, then suddenly laughed out loud when I realized she wasn't joking. She looked confused, and I just kept laughing, trying to get my head around the idea of Jessica, the woman I'd just tied up, tortured, and fucked into near unconsciousness still not wanting to see any nudity. "What's so funny?" she asked, slightly offended. "It's just..." I said, getting my breath back, "For a slut, you're just such a prude." She laughed with me, seeing the joke. "Well, that's different. I mean, I don't look at that stuff... porn stuff." she explained. "No, no, I get it." I said, still chuckling. "OK, so. Let's talk. You were crying pretty hard, and I thought you had a higher pain tolerance than that." "Well, you should try it!" she said, "That crop hurts." "How do you think I got these?" I asked, slowly pulling my arm out from under her head. I held out my forearm, showing her the bruises. "You did this to yourself?" she asked, gently touching one of the darker ones. "I wanted to know how much it hurt." I explained, putting my arm around her again. "So I'd know what you were feeling." "So... is that like a sadism thing?" she asked. "Wanting to know exactly what... what kind of pain you're inflicting?" That question was worrying but her tone was genuinely curious, if a little nervous. "I guess it is." I said, "But don't change the subject. Was it really just the crop? Plus the clamps I guess..." "Yeah the clamps were insane. Like, probably the most painful part." she said, "I was so happy when you took them off for like, half a second, and then I thought you were burning me or something." My mind briefly went to the thin, red candles I had secured in my bag of tricks. "No... no burning yet." I said ominously. She laughed, not sure if I was joking. "Well... anyway, I don't think it was the pain. I think it was actually the... the gag." "Oh really? That seems like a pretty extreme reaction for just a gag." "Was it? It was really intense... like..." She paused, and started to absently trace my collar bone with her finger. "It's like... when you tell me not to talk, it's still my choice, you know? Like... I guess it's not scary because I have to resist the urge to speak, but I still can speak... but with the gag it was... terrifying." She continued to lightly caress my chest with fingers, and started to do the same against my arm with her other hand. She went quiet, gathering her thoughts. "With the gag, I was completely helpless. I know I was on top, which meant I could stop if I wanted. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted... well, I wanted to cum. But I couldn't! I couldn't even beg! I felt so... powerless, so..." She sighed, as if searching for the words. "It's like the last thing I have, you know? You've bound me, blinded me, whipped me... and it's all exciting and scary and... but when I couldn't speak... It just seemed to add this whole other terrifying layer to it, like... like I was completely in your power... at your mercy." "I see." I said. I really hadn't expected it to effect her so much. The binding seemed to have barely any negative effect, even the first time. The idea of a punishment had shaken her pretty bad at first, but after she got used to it, the pain itself didn't seem to scare her. But it made sense, in a way. She used her words to express herself, to defend herself, like we all do. For someone so unsure of who they really are, or for someone who used to be so unsure, anyway... her voice, her eloquence, her venom were a huge part of her. "So you have a weakness for being gagged." I said thoughtfully, "I'll keep that in mind." She looked up at me, worried. "It's not like... I'm not saying you can't do it again, if you want. I mean, it was very... effective." "Hm. And how do you feel now?" "Well like I said... really good." she said, "That's something I read a lot about, the effect of submission on submissives. It's not the same for everyone, but for me... it just totally clears my head. It's... intoxicating, almost. I can just relax. My head is just empty. I could just lie here forever and never worry about a thing. That's so rare for me... And it lasts, too. For the next few days at least, I know I'll just be so much calmer. Everything's easier now, all the stress from school just doesn't get to me after we... after a night with you." "Good." I said simply. "Good." I stroked her head absently, letting myself relax. I'd pushed her hard tonight, seen an extreme emotional reaction, but she was better off for it. This is how it's supposed to work, I thought to myself. Pain and pleasure. Cruelty and comfort. She rested against me and smiled up at me, knowingly. "Yeah, it is good." she said. I knew that smile. The sight of it triggered a memory in me. It had been a few weeks ago... the night she'd gotten back from vacation. She'd somehow got me talking about myself, and smiled this... infuriating, unfamiliar smile. "What?" I said blankly. "Nothing." she said, her expression not changing. "What are you smiling at?" I asked. She smiled wider and hid her eyes, pressing her face into my chest. "What is it?" I asked, laughing. "You care about me." she said. She raised her face and looked into my eyes again, still smiling. "At least a little bit." she said, "You care." I frowned, and sighed. "Jessica..." Was she wrong? And... would it be wrong to admit that she was right? "Jessica... if I didn't care about you... at all... I'd kick you out of bed as soon as you stopped twitching." I said. She giggled, and kissed my bare chest. "I knew it." So that's what the smile was, her seeing that I cared? Why, because I talked about myself? The memory flared into full clarity for a second. No, she didn't smile when I'd talked about myself. She smiled when I stopped. When I got embarrassed. I guess she thought I wouldn't be shy with her if I didn't care about what she thought. I closed my eyes, and sighed again. She kissed my cheek, and again laid her head against my chest. For so long I hadn't cared about people, I'd become kind of bad at understanding them. At least it felt that way. But with Jessica, I was having to pay attention in a way I hadn't bothered to for a long time. The gleam in her eye, the smile so slightly different from any others. I wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. And this time I did. It was hope. Just a simple hope that I would some day forgive her, that I could eventually look past what she'd done to me. Hope that, even if things wouldn't ever be normal, they would at least be better. That maybe I wouldn't always hate her. "It's time to go, sweetheart." I said, patting her head. "Aww..." she whined, "But I haven't stopped twitching yet." I laughed, and she giggled with me. I patted her head a little harder this time, a light, playful slap. "Good night." I said. She huffed, but obeyed. She leaned forward to kiss my cheek, and let out another little huff of disappointment when I didn't kiss her back. She then slipped out of bed. I couldn't stop myself eying her naked body... her pert, round, well-whipped ass as she turned away from me. "I hope Rose isn't still awake." she said, "That would be weird." "I doubt it." I said, watching her get dressed "It's been hours." "Mmm... you've been fucking me for hours..." she purred seductively. I laughed again, and so did she. "Goodnight, Sir." she said with a slight sigh in her voice, "I love you." "I know." I said, "Goodnight." She turned to leave, but slowly turned back. "And... the watch." she said, "It's really OK? You like it?" "It's... fine." I said, keeping my tone steady, "Thanks." "OK. Good. That's good." she said, "Night." "Night." She walked out, and closed the door behind her. I sighed, and covered my eyes with my arm. It was always after she left that things got harder. That I really had to think about her, instead of just being with her. I looked at the watch on my nightstand. Valentine's Day. Jesus. Like things weren't weird enough. "Forever Yours." I sighed aloud. I couldn't get that hopeful smile out of my head. Could things ever really be better for us? A memory suddenly came to me, dark and angry. When I was thirteen years old, Jessica somehow convinced some boys from school, none from my classes, just other random boys, to get together and to piss all over my backpack. Inside it too, all over my books, my homework, everything. I had it with me at lunch, I lost track of it, and then I found it, still wet and stinking of piss. I threw it out and went to wash my hands. For the rest of the day I told teachers I'd forgotten it, and then I told my parents I left it on the bus. I didn't tell Rose the truth, and I don't think she even suspected. Jessica was good at that. Convincing other people to do the bullying for her. She was more than capable of tearing me apart with just her words, but when it came to the physical stuff she preferred to not get her hands dirty. Of course she never admitted that it was her, but I could see it. I could see the glee in her smile. She'd asked me, "What happened to your backpack?", "Oh did you get a new one?", "What happened to the old one again?". I tried not to give her the satisfaction, but she knew that I was just avoiding the truth. I always knew the boys that had done it, too. Not the exact amount, but usually the main culprits. The way they watched me, that same stupid glee in their smile. Or the guilt. That was far more common. A guy'd do something to me; trip me up, throw something on my shirt... piss on my books... and then a few days later I could see the guilt. Sometimes they'd even try to be my friends afterward, but I never let them. I couldn't blame them for it, really. After a while it became obvious that it was just what she did. She manipulated. She smiled and winked, she made them feel special for a little while, then she just twisted it. You know that boy Steven? Wouldn't it be funny if...? A few guys actually confirmed it. Came right out and said it. 'I don't know why we did that, Jessica just... made us. It was all her idea.' As a kid, my own twin sister took her side more than she took mine, and ultimately chose her over me. Left me completely alone. That should be a clue as to how she was, how seductive she could be. I suffered in silence, too angry or ashamed to ever tell anyone. Like they'd even believe me. Like anyone would ever suspect Little Miss Straight A's, pretty little Jessica would just torture a boy for no reason. And now... now I had her. Once again, months after it had started, I still had to shake my head at the craziness of it. I owned her. I owned her. Jessica. The strongest, craziest, most aggressive person I'd ever met. I had her heart in the palm of my hand. But all that stuff... that was ancient history. The stuff I'd tried to bury a long time ago. It had all stopped when we were around 15, when she... when she crossed the line. That's when the manipulations had stopped, and she went back to the verbal stuff. I sighed and shook my head of these dark memories, pushing them back into whatever gloomy corner of my mind they occupied. There was no point in dwelling on this stuff. Ancient history. Yet every single conversation with her, every kiss, every warm embrace was tempered by these memories. A countless collection of examples of her cruelty. How could I really care about her when our relationship was like this? She could be my nice, normal, loving girlfriend for literally years, and the good memories still wouldn't outweigh the bad. For every time she'd suck my cock, there'd be at least ten examples of times she'd made me cry with frustration and anger in the past. For every time she makes me feel good about myself, strokes my ego with her submission, there's twenty memories of her casually stripping away my confidence with her snide remarks and vicious insults. I sighed, and tried to get back to sleep. Fucking Valentine's Day. Like things weren't complicated enough. == The next day I decided to wear the watch. I needed one, and it was a very nice watch. It didn't have to mean anything. I ignored Jessica's wide smile when she noticed it on my wrist as I walked into the kitchen that morning. "Nice watch." said Rose, "Wow, it looks expensive." She obviously already knew where it came from, but I didn't react. "Thanks. It was a gift." I said simply, sitting down to eat breakfast with them. They shared a knowing look, and I ignored them. They didn't bring it up again, nor did Rose pry further into our relationship. At least, not until Jessica went home. "So, are you getting her something back?" she asked the second Jessica walked out the door. "Yes." I said, meeting her eye, "And I want your help to pick something out." She seemed surprised at my answer, but grinned widely. I'd already gone over this decision alone. It was what you did; you get a gift, you give one back. And I couldn't help but think there was an opportunity here too, although for what I didn't know. As strange as it felt, I was getting Jessica a gift for Valentine's day. "Good." Rose said. == We went to the mall after school on Monday, after Jessica left to start studying again. Only a few weeks after our exams and she was already back at it. I had to respect the determination, even if it pissed me off a little. She made the rest of us look like lazy assholes by comparison. I mean, when it came to school work I definitely was a lazy asshole, but still. I drove us to the mall in our car, and we started the search. Rose took me around the mall, bringing me to look at jewelery, perfumes, flowers, cards... all stuff I didn't feel comfortable buying her. Too relationship-y. Too normal. All the while she quizzed me about exactly what kind of gift I wanted, how I wanted to make her feel with this gift, why I was bothering if this really was "just sex". I avoided the questions mostly, but I couldn't deny she had a point with that last one. What was the normal protocol here? I wanted to get her something, but she wasn't my girlfriend. But it wasn't just sex either, though I couldn't tell Rose that. She belonged to me. She not only accepted this dynamic herself, but was now actively engaging in it, talking about what it meant and how it made her feel. Was it normal for a Dom to buy gifts for a sub? Did I even have to return it, couldn't I just accept the gift and give her nothing back, like she'd said? But none of that really mattered, or at least I didn't want it to. I wasn't buying this because I had to. Rose led me over to a fairly pricey clothing store that I recognized. In fact, I'd worked there for a few months one Summer. Rose led me around the aisles, pointing out cute scarfs or adorable boots, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was just waiting for inspiration, waiting for this decision to make sense to me. Yours Ch. 06 Out of the corner of my eye I could see an attractive woman approach me. I smiled when I glanced up at her, and she smiled back. She was in her late twenties, and wearing the uniform of the store. "Hey kid, it's been a while." she said. "Yeah. How've you been?" I asked. "Oh not too bad, you know..." she answered. "Hi." said Rose, appearing beside me. Rose looked at me, questioning how I knew this woman. "This is Rose." I said gesturing to her, "Rose, this is Pauline, she was my manager when I worked here." "You worked here?" she asked, surprised. "Yep." I said, not bothering to elaborate. "And you got an employee discount and everything?" she asked, obviously annoyed I hadn't told her. "Yeah." I answered, smiling. Clothes and fashion never really interested me but we got a great discount on them, so for a little while as a teenager I actually dressed in the latest style. "Heh, you're exactly the same, Steven." Pauline said, "One word answers, whenever possible." "Yeah, that's Steven." Rose said, patting my shoulder. I smiled. Pauline had been a pretty great boss to have, one of the better ones. She was pretty liberal with our breaks, and didn't mind us taking things slow if there weren't many customers. It had been maybe two or three years since I worked here. She'd never minded my shyness when working with customers, telling me that as long as they got help it didn't matter whether I was "charming" or not. "So, Pauline." said Rose, "We're looking for a Valentine's Day present." "Oh. You... took your girlfriend with you to get her gift?" Pauline asked me, smiling but confused. "She's my sister, actually." I said. There was a moment of confusion, and a hint of disgust crossed her face. "The gift's not for her." I said laughing. "Oh!" she said, realizing her mistake. "Right, of course not." "It's for his... not-really-girlfriend." said Rose, "Like, apparently it's just sex but she got him that watch, so..." I frowned at her, annoyed at how casual she was with my private life. Pauline glanced at the watch on my wrist, then at me and raised her eyebrows. "Wow kid, I didn't think you were the 'just sex' type." she said, a strange hint of approval and amusement in her tone. "God, I know right?" said Rose, "I don't really get it because she's seriously gorgeous, but apparently he wants to just keep it casual. So yeah, I'm thinking like a scarf or a shawl or something?" "Well..." said Pauline, finally turning that amused expression away from me and looking at Rose, "It's February, so a scarf would only be good for a little while longer. Actually it's a little hot already so that might not do..." "That's a good point, the weather's been heating up lately." said Rose, "So, how about like a thin shawl, like a see-through sort of blah blah blah..." I tuned them out and started looking absently around the store. I was grateful they both seemed so interested in helping me, but I honestly didn't care about clothes. I'd had to learn about all these things when I worked here, but they still held no interest for me. They chattered on, Pauline seeming to understand who was the expert of the two of us and not turning back to me for my opinion. I left them to it and started to wander around, randomly picking up or stroking items of clothing, more acting interested than anything else. I did a few laps of the women's section, occasionally looking over at the two girls. I shook my head and smiled when I noticed Pauline holding a t-shirt up against Rose to judge how it looked. Seemed they'd forgotten why we were here. After another lap or two, I suddenly saw a mannequin I hadn't noticed before. A female one, wearing a thin black jacket that came to about mid-way down the thigh. For some reason, the position of the jacket inspired an image of Jessica in my head wearing it. It was pretty cool looking, all silver buttons with a black sash around the waist. She would look good it in. I smiled as I explored the image in my head. She would look good in this jacket. I picked one off the rack next to the dummy and found Rose again. They turned to me as I approached, and I could tell from Rose's slight surprise that she probably had forgotten that she wasn't here for herself. "What about this?" I said, offering it to her. She took the jacket and held it up. "Hmm..." she said appraisingly. She put it on and buttoned it up, while Pauline quickly reached over to tie the sash. It seemed to fit her well. "It looks good." said Pauline, "It's a new item, I personally really like it." Rose walked over to a full length mirror and studied herself. She posed a few different ways, her expression serious. "She's taller than me." she said thoughtfully. "And bustier... and prettier in general I suppose..." Pauline laughed. "Well I can't help with that last one, but it does come in a longer size." she said. "Let's have a look." she said. They walked off together in the direction I just came from, and I followed silently. Rose took off the jacket and replaced it with a different one from the same rack, and quickly put it on. This one didn't fit her quite as well, reaching farther down the leg and seeming loose around her shoulders. "This should be perfect." she said, looking at me and smiling widely, "And it's so something she would wear too, I could totally see her in this." "It's a little strange though, isn't it?" I asked, "A jacket... it's not like, a normal gift thing." "It's clothes." she said simply, "Girls like clothes." Pauline laughed, and Rose winked at her. "This should be great, I think." she said, taking the jacket off. "Great job little brother, looks like you didn't need me after all." "If you're sure it's Okay..." I said, suddenly not very confident about my choice. But then, I still wasn't even sure it was right to get her something. "Thanks for the help Pauline," Rose said, throwing the jacket over her arm, "Now while we're here, tell me more about that skirt from before." She linked her arm with Pauline's and walked back towards the other section. It was amazing how quickly she got comfortable with people. I'd seen Pauline a few times a week for months and didn't have this good of a bond with her. Maybe I was just that awkward... or she was just that cool. The next hour and a half were sort of a nightmare. Because she'd helped me, Rose guilted me into staying with her while she did some shopping herself, she and Pauline asking my opinion "as a man" on every single thing Rose tried on, as if I cared what my sister dressed like. Then they pressured me into trying on some clothes myself. I mean, yeah, maybe most of my clothes didn't really fit anymore, so I only had like a few t-shirts and pairs of jeans that I rotated around, but trying on clothes was somehow even more boring than watching someone else do it. And their constant comments, and occasional wolf whistles when I tried on something that apparently suited me weren't really helping my mood either. "See, I think this one really shows of his shoulders." Rose said when I came out wearing a light blue shirt. She walked up and brushed off my chest with her hand, staring at the fabric as if trying to find some secret it was hiding. Pauline nodded. "Yeah, it's really sexy on him." she agreed with a serious tone. "This is really inappropriate workplace conduct." I joked quietly, trying not to blush at her frank appraisal. "Suck it up, you don't work here anymore." she laughed. Then Rose piled another few shirts and pairs of pants into my arms and pushed me back towards the dressing room. As annoying as parts of it were, it was actually pretty fun. I'd really missed doing stupid things like this with Rose, and some of the clothes did look pretty good on me, in an average sort of way. After another hour or so, I had a few more things to add to the rotation that weren't basically coming apart at the seams, unlike some of my other clothes, and of course a brand new jacket for Jessica. Rose had managed to wrangle the "Friends and Family" discount out of Pauline, partly because I used to work there, but mostly because she was just so likable. After promising to come back soon to see Pauline, Rose and I got some ice cream together. "So..." she said a few seconds after we'd sat down, "This thing with Jessica." I sighed and rolled my eyes. "It is what it is." I said, "That's all." "Mm hmm." she said, clearly not believing me, "So are you going to get her some chocolates too, lover boy?" "She got me this." I explained desperately, holding up the watch, "Look at this thing, it probably cost a fortune. I can't just not get her something." "Oh, so it's just an obligation thing, Oookay." she said, winking at me. "I guess a card and chocolates would've almost made too much sense then. Something personal and unique is way better for an obligation present." I just sighed at the sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Whatever, think what you want. It's a gift, but it's not like a... Valentine's gift, you know? It's just... just a jacket." "Whatever Romeo." she said, before taking a long lick of her ice cream. "Why does it matter anyway? Why can't you just be her boyfriend? You like her, right?" I flinched at the blunt statement. It actually stung, how casually she put things. I frowned down at my ice cream, not meeting her eye. Had she really forgotten how bad things had been? "And it's pretty obvious she wants more than just sex, so why not go for it?" she said, "I mean, you're better off having her as a girlfriend before some other dude catches her eye, you know?" "I don't want that." I said, trying to keep my voice even. "Well why not?" Rose asked, "I'm just saying, you know-" "I don't-" "I think you're being a little unfair to her too, honestly. I think she's like, into you, and leading her on like this-" "Rose!" I hissed, "Jessica is the fucking last girl I would ever want as a girlfriend, understand?" She stopped talking, and her eyes widened. "Oh... I... I mean..." she stuttered, seeming to realize she'd offended me, "I know things were always... tense between the two of you... but..." I glared at her as she trailed off, trying to hold my anger back. Fucking tense? There was overlooking things for the sake of a friend, and then there was just plain willful ignorance. If she knew half of the things Jessica had put me through... she'd... She'd what? Never speak to her again? Choose me? I doubted it. I sighed and shook my head. It didn't matter. I let the bitter feelings fade away from me, replaced by a cold emptiness. This was how it was with Rose... how it always was. When it came to Jessica, I had to forget that I even cared about my sister, because she always ended up hurting me like this. "But, I mean... what is this? Really?" she asked desperately. I just glared at her. I'd said all I had to say. She frowned, but seemed to accept that I wasn't going to move. "OK fine... I'm sorry, I won't ask anything else." Rose said. "It's none of my business anyway." I looked up at her, and forced a small smile. "Thanks" I said. I tired to enjoy the rest of our day together, but it was hard to shake the dark bitterness that had spoiled my mood. I hated that I was still so sensitive about this, but... It was bad enough that my sister flat out ignored all the abuse while it was happening, but now she was actually trying to pressure me into being nicer to Jessica. Trying to make me date my abuser. I'd already told her I was more comfortable with things being "casual" between Jessica and I, but that didn't matter to her. Only Jessica mattered, and if Jessica wanted things to be more serious, which this stupid watch showed that she obviously did, then Rose saw it as her job to make that happen. Even if I didn't want it, even if it made me uncomfortable. What Jessica wanted was just more important to her. We drove home in almost silence, our conversation feeling stifled and awkward. I wanted to go up to my room as soon as we got home, but she stopped me, grabbing my shoulder. "Hey, I'm really sorry about before." she said, "I don't... I don't know how things are between the two of you. I've always sort of... tried to keep my distance from that, you know? I just think you should... I don't know, consider it. The girlfriend thing. She really likes you." I scowled at her and walked away. Why didn't she get it? Why couldn't she see that constantly making Jessica her top priority was the main reason we'd barely been friends for years? I just wanted to stay in my room and avoid her for the rest of the night. I knew something like this was going to happen when she found out, I just knew it. Jessica I could handle just the two of us it could be stable, manageable. With Rose in the mix, things were going to get... complicated. == Later that night, around 9, there was a knock on my door. For a brief moment I thought it would be Jessica sneaking over for a Saturday night session, but she was too dedicated to her studies to waste two nights in a row like that. After knocking Rose walked right in, not waiting for an answer. I appreciated that she'd knocked at all this time, and glad this time I was just sitting in bed reading, and not looking at pictures of her best friend tied naked to my bed. "Hey, I want to talk to you." she said, sitting down on my bed. I closed my laptop, curious about her serious tone. "I'm sorry about earlier... we were having a nice day and it sort of felt like I ruined it." she said. I shrugged, faking a smile. "Don't worry about it." I said. She smiled back, relieved. "I mean... I said I'd stay out of it, and I will." she continued, "I just wanted to say that." "Thanks, Rose." I said, "I know this must be weird for you. But... I just kind of need my space with this, you know?" "Yeah, I get it." she said. She smiled again, and nodded to herself. "OK, well, now that that's out of the way, let's go get wasted!" she said, jumping up. "Let's... what sorry?" I asked. "Come on, there's a little get-together happening tonight. I was going to tell you about it earlier but I forgot. We're meeting everyone there." She made to leave, not waiting for an answer. "But I... I'm in my pajamas." I said dumbly. She turned around and laughed. "Come on, try out one of those new outfits we got you." she said, walking out and closing the door behind her. I frowned, thinking about how my sister had yet again conveniently left out the part of the conversation where I make any sort of decision. But I couldn't help but smile. I missed this about her, her spontaneity balancing out my caution. She'd always been the fun one. "I guess I'm going to a party." I said to myself. == And so I was finally at a party. We were at Josh's , a very cool looking senior from another school. Rose introduced me and he merely nodded, saying "Welcome.", before walking off. I'd been nervous about coming here, one of the reasons I'd been ignoring Rose's invitations for so long, but I found that it was exactly the kind of relaxed atmosphere that she'd described. The music pumping through the house wasn't too loud, no one was chugging from a beer bong, and no one was passing around a joint. The whole house had maybe 20 or 30 teenagers in it, just talking and laughing, everyone enjoying a few beers or those brightly colored, sugary alcopops. Within a few minutes of entering, Rose and I spotted Becky and Frank talking closely on one of the couches in the huge lounge and joined them. The normally quiet Frank already had a bit of a buzz going when we got there, and he was a lot more talkative than usual. He turned to me and greeted me warmly, patting me on the back. I fell in to their conversation easily, laughing along with them. After that, it was pretty much the same as lunch at school, except I was drinking beer. I sipped my drink and enjoyed the music, looking around the huge house and the mingling horde of kids. It was a lot more mellow than I'd feared. Or maybe I'd just been expecting something unrealistically crazy, given my total lack of experience. I ignored the strange feeling of it, trying to ignore years of social isolation and awkwardness. These people were my friends now, right? By the time Lissie showed up, I'd had two more beers and was feeling pretty relaxed. "Hey new kid." said Lissie, sitting down beside me. "Didn't think I'd ever see you here." "I'm as surprised as you are." I joked, "I never thought I'd be invited to a party this cool." "Oh please, you're the coolest guy here." she laughed. "Yeah yeah, I know." I said, "I figured I'd spend one night with the losers, see how the other half lives." She laughed and sipped her drink, brushing her hair behind her ear. "So really. what's the story? Just felt like a night on the town?" she asked. "Rose didn't really give me a say in it." I said, "It was her decision to make, apparently." "Yeah, she does that." Lissie agreed, "Just makes decisions. It's good though, otherwise we wouldn't get anything done." "Yeah, it was the same when we were kids." I laughed, "She always had the fun plans, and I just tagged along." "I've been meaning to ask you about that." she said, "If you two were so close as kids, why had we never met you until recently?" "Oh, that's... kind of a big question." I said. "And a long story." "Mhmm, and I imagine you're probably a little too sober to tell it?" she said. "Yeah it's definitely something I'd need a few more drinks to talk about." I laughed. "Deal." she said, and handed me an open beer bottle that she'd set on the floor when she sat down. "Hey, that... that was sneaky." I said smiling, taking the bottle from her. She just winked, and took another drink herself. She was about to speak again, but Rose called her name and she turned away. "Hey, Steven, what do you think?" said Frank, suddenly grabbing my shoulder with one of his giant hands, "Who would win in a fight... Jessica or Derek?" I laughed, and pretended to think hard on the question. "Jessica, definitely." I said after half a second. "Right?" he said loudly. Becky was talking to the girls, but Frank nudged her on the back with his elbow. "Jessica." he said, pointing at me. "Oh come on!" Becky said, "Derek does all that judo shit, he'd kick her ass!" "We're talking about the same Jessica here?" I asked, "She'd rip his face off!" "Exactly, girl's got a lot of anger." Frank agreed. "See, I don't know about the anger thing, to me it all feels like a big mask, you know?" Lissie said thoughtfully. "Like, sometimes she seems more scared than angry." "Oh what like inside she'd just some crying little girl?" Frank laughed. "No way. The girl is tough, she's strong, and she's full of rage. She'd destroy him in a one-on-one." "But don't you feel like..." said Rose, "I don't know, like she's been a lot less angry lately?" She looked directly at me. "Almost like... I don't know... Like she's got some reason to be all content and happy?" I had to force myself to not glare at her. I was about to say something, but nothing came to mind. Was she about to expose us, or just playing a game? Yours Ch. 06 "I guess so, actually, yeah." said Becky thoughtfully, "But she's so quiet anyway, it's sort of hard to tell... Wait, what are you talking about?" She seemed to at last pick up on the hinting tone in Rose's voice. "You know something!" she accused excitedly. "No!" interrupted Frank, "No gossip, no girly bullshit. OK, new match-up, place your bets..." He smacked the arm of the sofa with his open hand. "Rose versus Steven; who would be the alpha twin?" he asked. We all cracked up laughing. "Well, me obviously." said Rose, "My little brother's never been in a fight in his life!" "Oh and you have?" I asked, smiling, "And getting your hair pulled by Tina Carmichael in third grade doesn't count." "Hey, that was in fourth grade. It was practically a street fight!" she laughed. We kept the conversation going, all of us weighing up the physical advantages and disadvantages of me and my sister for about ten minutes, until we ended up with the two of us flexing at each other to compare the size of our arms. Lissie grabbed one of our biceps in each hand, squeezing them. "Oh, that's actually really close." she said, "Which is kind of sad for Steven, when you think about it." I pulled away from her, acting like I was outraged by her analysis, then laughed along with the others. I don't know what I'd been afraid of the whole time. It turned out to be such a cool night. Like me, Frank was usually quiet, but his relaxed attitude was infectious. My head was buzzing after a few more beers, and I decided to slow down my drinking. Last time I'd gotten this drunk, I'd ended up ordering dozens of BDSM toys online. No telling what I would end up doing tonight. Later in the night, I was in a short line for one of the many bathrooms this seemed to have when Lissie strode up to me. "Hey cool kid." she said smiling, "So we never got a chance to talk." I sighed, smiling, and leaned back against the wall. "So let's talk." I said, "What's with Frank and Becky? Am I crazy or is there some chemistry there?" She laughed loudly, surprised. "Oh man, you're way off." she said, "They're best friends, basically brother and sister. They were like, raised together, almost." I frowned, thinking about how Frank looked at her while they talked. Becky was hot, but it felt like there was more there. Maybe it was just the best friends thing I was picking up on. "Why, are you curious about Becky?" she asked, leaning against the wall beside me, "Rose hinted you might have kind of a thing for her." I smirked, thinking about how she'd half-assedly tried to set us up a while ago. Before she knew about Jessica, obviously. "Like Rose would know." I said, neatly avoiding the question. The bathroom door opened ahead of us, and the line shifted forward. "Ah, but that's the point, isn't it?" she said, "Why wouldn't she know? What's the whole story with you two?" I sighed. This again. "There's no... story, really." I said, "We just stopped hanging out. And then we started again." I shrugged. "No, I think there's more to it." she said, "Rose doesn't talk about it, and when a gossipy bitch like your sister doesn't want to talk about something, it usually means its serious." I sighed again. "Well, we were kids, you know? We argued." I said, "All hormones and anger and puberty... we just stopped getting along. Now we're a bit older, more mature... I guess we're just over it." "Hm." she said, "That's sort of boring." I laughed. "Sorry about that." I said, "Next time I tell a story from my tortured past, I'll make it more interesting." "Yeah, maybe put like a kung-fu fight in it or something." she laughed. Again the line moved forward, and I was next. "Still, it feels like there's more there." she said, "She basically doesn't even say your name to us for years, hell I didn't even know what you looked like. I mean, I'd seen you around so I knew what you looked like, just not that... you know... you were what..." She paused, seeming to have confused herself. She took another swig of beer, which I can't imagine helped. "And now you just show up, all cool and mysterious." she continued. I laughed. "I've never been cool in my life." I sighed, smiling. I really wished she would stop talking about this. It seemed than no one really knew about Jessica and I, our long, violent history, which had actually surprised me at first. But then, why would they? The worst of it was always just between the two of us. Our little secret. "So, do you have your eye on anyone?" she asked. "I could be your wing man." "No thanks." I laughed, "I'm good. For tonight, anyway." "Yeah, tonight's sort of a bust." she said, "There's just no one worth my time here." I laughed. "I imagine that's a common problem for you." I said. She smiled at me. "Well... I'll leave you to it." she said, then suddenly turned and walked away. I looked behind me, realizing the bathroom was free. == A few hours, and a good few drinks later, we called a cab to bring us home, and to drop Lissie off too. Frank and Becky decided to split a cab together. 'Just Friends' my ass. Once we got into the back, Rose leaned heavily on my shoulder. "I'm sorry Jessie didn't come." she slurred quietly, "She had to study." "Probably getting a jump on next month's homework." I muttered. "She really wanted to come out." she continued, "She said she-" "Why didn't Derek come?" I asked, interrupting her. Couldn't risk her spilling anything in this state, not with Lissie still in the car. "Oh... Derek... Derek did something..." she said uncertainly. "He just didn't feel like it." Lissie said from the other side of Rose, "He only comes out half the time anyway. On a side note; how drunk is your sister right now?" I laughed, and Rose giggled. She'd had more to drink than I thought she would, and I was glad it apparently was something worth commenting on, so probably not normal. I wanted to say something to Lissie, maybe to thank her for being cool with me, but I caught myself. What, was I thanking her for not hating me? Compared to Jessica it was a relief, but hardly worth thanking her for. I sighed and shook my head, wishing I'd drank more so my restless and anxiety filled thoughts would simmer down. I really wasn't used to all this. But it was getting easier. Before long we were home, and I paid our fair before getting out to help Rose out of the car. "Good seeing you tonight, man." shouted Lissie as we left. "You too." I shouted back, shutting the door. It was around 3 AM, later than Rose normally came back. I hoped so, anyway. She didn't need that much help walking, but she still leaned heavily on my shoulder as we got to the house. She started rambling again as soon as we got in, but was sober enough to stay quiet. "I'm soooo glad you came out t'night." she half-whispered, "I was so nervous 'bout it. I prob'ly drank too much." She giggled lightly, and I laughed with her. "Yeah, I'd say you did." I said. "You had fun, right?" she asked, "We should do this again, we so should do this again!" "Yeah, why not?" I said. I turned around to lock the door, and she walked off towards the stairs. I locked the door and followed her up, making sure everything looked presentable. She was sitting in the hallway between our two rooms, resting against the wall. "Jessica really wanted to come." she sighed, looking up at me. "She wanted to drink with you and stuff... she just has all this stuff she has to do. That girl works too hard." "No argument here." I said, offering her my hand. She took it, and I pulled her back on to her feet and pointed her towards her room. "She needs more fun." she continued, "More fun with you." "Come on, we can talk about it tomorrow." I said. "Yeah, yeah..." she agreed, "Tomorrow, tomorrow..." She staggered into her dark room and flung herself on to her bed. She just lay there for a second, then started to awkwardly kick her shoes off, while trying to get her t-shirt off at the same time. I laughed at her drunken, uncoordinated struggle. "Night Rose." I said, turning away. "Byyee little brother." she sighed, still wriggling out of her clothes. I closed the door to her room and wandered back to mine. In bed, my thoughts were stirring again, but it felt like there was nothing to worry about for once. For the first time in years, there was no dark cloud looming over me. I was pleasantly drunk, my sister was my friend, Jessica was my secret lover, people at school seemed to actually like me... At that moment, everything was good. == The next morning I was surprised to find Rose and my parents all in the kitchen. We usually didn't have much of a plan on Sunday, we would just get up whenever we wanted. It was rare for all four of us to be just waking at the same time. Rose was obviously having a tough time. I found her standing at the kitchen sink with her head in her hands, our parents eating breakfast at the table. "How's she doing?" I asked them, assuming they knew where we'd been last night. My mom smiled at me. "Well, she-" "I'm dying." Rose croaked, interrupting her. Mom laughed. "She's dying." she repeated with a smile. I laughed and sat down, pouring myself out a bowl of cereal. "You don't seem too worse for wear son." Dad said over his newspaper. "Yeah, I'm not too bad. Slight headache." I said. "Good." he said. It might have seemed strange to some people that our parents were so comfortable with our drinking so much at 18, but as far as I knew it had been months since Rose had had a hangover this bad, and she'd known even at the time she was drinking too much. "It's good you learn your limits with alcohol now." Dad went on. "I know." I said, "Better now that when we're hundreds of miles away in college, right?" "Exactly." he said, "When I first got to college, I had a friend who'd never had a drink before in his life. First time he went to a party, he went crazy, actually had to go to hospital for alcohol poisoning! Had no idea how to pace himself, ended up slamming down glasses of spirits like they were water!" He'd told this story at least a dozen times, around the time Rose first got curious about drinking. "Yeah... there's no chance that friend was actually you, right Dad?" I asked. He spluttered taking a sip of coffee, and looked up at me surprised. "Well... uh..." he said guiltily, then after a few seconds seemed to accept he'd been found out. He smiled. "A similar thing might have happened to me." he said, winking. Mom and I laughed, and Rose groaned from the sink, disturbed by the noise. "Oh, go on up and shower." Mom said, "It'll refresh you a bit, make you feel better." "Yeah..." Rose said blankly, walking past the table and out to the hall. "She'll probably be fine." Dad said, turning back to his newspaper. Now that I was older and could look at it more objectively, the way our parents raised us was actually kind of genius. We had a safe environment to make all the mistakes we wanted, and they'd only help us if we really needed it. And thanks to them teaching us how to do everything from re-wire a plug, to clean and bandage an open wound, we usually didn't need it. It was a weird mix of careful, planned education and preparation on the one hand, and then a total "hands off" style that seemed almost neglectful on the other. But it worked. "Oh, I got our reservation booked yesterday." Dad said to Mom. "Good." she said. She sighed wistfully. "Remember when our dates used to be so full of surprise and romance?" "You hated half of my surprises, why risk it?" Dad said with a smile. Mom laughed with him, before turning to me. "So..." she said. She stopped and awkwardly cleared her throat. "Have... you got any plans for next Thursday?" Mom asked, failing to seem casual. They both stared at me, expectantly. "Other than school?" I asked. "Uh... yeah." she said. "I might have something planned." I said casually, shrugging. "Really?" she said, then caught herself. "Oh... that's good." Dad just winked at me. One area they'd never really approached with me was romance, seeming to prefer the hands off approach all the way. But I didn't really have a plan for Valentine's Day yet. I was sure I could think of something fun. == Valentine's Day. Well, for another few hours it was, anyway. I was sitting alone on a park bench, resisting the urge to check my phone. My car was parked in front of me and I was staring out at the otherwise empty parking lot of the small local park. Really just a clump of nature just outside the suburbs with a few paths and streetlights jammed into it. Ever since I'd bought Jessica's jacket on Saturday, I'd been searching for a place like this. It only took me Tuesday to find it, and I'd been researching it since then. I was waiting for Jessica. I'd texted her to meet me here, and to dress nice. Wear something short. But she was late. I finally gave in and checked my phone, in case she'd texted to say something had happened. It had only been four minutes since I'd last checked it, which made her almost exactly five minutes late. I couldn't stop fidgeting, tapping my foot or rifling through my pockets. The night was strangely warm for February, something I appreciated as I was only wearing a light jacket. Where the hell was she? Six minutes late. Finally, I saw headlights at the other end of the lot. The rumble of her engine broke up the otherwise still silence of the park, and I had to close my eyes as the light beamed into them. She parked her car beside mine and got out. She looked amazing, and the view got better as she got closer. She was wearing heels, and a very short skirt that only came a few inches down her thigh. She also had on a pink t-shirt, which peaked out behind a bright red hoody she had zipped half-way up. "Hi." she said happily, walking up to me and sitting down. "Six minutes late." I said, probably because my mind went blank when I saw how good she looked, and it had been the last thing I was thinking about. "Right... sorry. Were you waiting long?" she asked nervously. Only about two hours. "No, not really." I lied. She smiled at me, then turned away, looking out over the now slightly less empty lot. "You look good." I said. She spun her head back to look at me, grinning. "Really?" she asked, "Thanks, I didn't really know what you meant by 'dress nice', so I just put together this outfit." "Well... good job." I said, returning her smile. She turned away again, and though I couldn't tell in the harsh glare of the streetlight, I would have bet that she was blushing. "So... is this... like a date?" she asked quietly, not meeting my eye, "Like... a Valentine's-" "Stand up." I interrupted. She looked at me again, and quickly stood up off the bench. "I got you something." I said, reaching under the bench to pull out a backpack, "As thanks for the watch. To show you I appreciate it." "You didn't have to do that." she laughed, the excitement in her voice clear. "I know." I said, standing up. I unzipped the bag and pulled out her present, folded neatly. "Turn around." I said. She stared at the cloth in my hand, eager to see what it was, but after a few seconds quickly turned. I dropped the bag and jacket on the bench and stepped behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, kissing her on the back of her neck. I then reached up to take off her hoody, slowly sliding the zip down until it came free. I slid it off her shoulders, and felt her shiver lightly despite the warm night air. I dropped her hoody on the bench and picked up the jacket, gently unfolding it. I draped it over one arm, and she instinctively reached up to slide her arm into the sleeve. I dressed her, and took a step back. She turned around, looking down at herself. She examined herself in it, excitedly taking in every detail. "I love it!" she gushed, holding it out to look at it, "Oh my God, thank you so, so much." She bounced forward and wrapped her arms around my waist, leaning in to kiss me. I returned her passion, holding her against me. "Thank you." she said again when the kiss ended. She pressed her head against my neck, kissing me softly. It was just a jacket, but she seemed thrilled that I'd actually gotten her something. "Thank you." she said again, still kissing me. "Alright, alright." I said laughing, gently pushing her away, "I'm glad you like it." "I do, I love it." she said. "Let me see you." I said, grabbing the front of the jacket and pulling her closer. I slowly dressed her, just as carefully as I'd undressed her moments before. I took my time to fit each silver button in to place, and finally tied the sash tightly around her waist. She took a step back and posed a little, a huge smile still on her face. "It looks good on you." I said, "I knew I liked you in black." She giggled, and again stared down at her present. "And with your skirt so short, it really shows off your legs." I said. "Is that why you wanted me to wear this?" she asked. "That's right." I said, laughing, "It's funny though..." I fell silent, not finishing my thought. "What is?" she asked. "It's just... With the jacket all buttoned up like that... and with your skirt so short..." I said thoughtfully, "You could almost be... I mean, it looks like you could really be... completely naked under that thing." She laughed, looked down at her bare legs that disappeared into the hem of the jacket. "Yeah." she laughed, "Yeah, it does kind of look-" She stopped, suddenly staring up at me. The fear, the sudden look of understanding on her face was obvious. She suddenly looked around, taking in the complete stillness and silence of our surroundings. I grinned at her. She'd figured it out. I stepped forward and wrapped my arm around her waist. "Come on sweetheart, let's go for a walk." == We walked for a few minutes to a public bathroom that I knew wasn't usually locked overnight. I knew that because I'd checked it last night, and the night before. With Jessica silently keeping pace with me, I strode into the men's room. She hesitated at the doorway, but a quick tug convinced her to follow. The bathroom was small, just a few stalls and two urinals against the back wall. Surprisingly clean, as public bathrooms go. The place was dimly lit and completely empty, as usual. I turned to her, and reached behind her to lock the door from the inside, then pushed her against it. I kissed her roughly, wrapping my arms tight around her. She seemed too stunned to properly respond, and only stared at me when I pulled away, the terror clear on her face. "Sir..." she almost whispered, "What are we doing here?" I smiled, and turned away from her. I walked towards the sinks, still talking. "Tonight, sweetheart, we're going for a walk. I want you to wear that lovely new jacket of yours that I bought... and I want you to wear those sexy little heels you've got on." I paused, turning to look at her and leaning against the sinks. Yours Ch. 06 "I don't want you to wear anything else." She gasped, and a look of despair fell across her face. "Steven, we can't do this. We can't... I can't... Please... I can't do this..." she stuttered desperately. "Come here, sweetheart." I said kindly, gesturing to her. She was terrified, that was obvious. Immediate protests, even going as far as calling me by my name. I'd expected this. I took her into my arms and hugged her. "Sweetheart you know I'd never make you do anything you don't want to." I said soothingly. "I can't, please, please..." she whispered, obviously not soothed. "Jessica, listen." I said, pushing her back to meet her eye, "Just listen to me. Can you do that?" She opened her mouth to speak, but then frowned and nodded quickly. I was actually surprised she was willing to hear me out. I'd been fully prepared for her to not even listen to me and just storm back to her car, but it seemed she trusted me more than I thought. Just being here proved that. "Sweetheart... we're completely alone here." I said calmly, "Trust me on this. No one even comes here in the middle of the day, never mind in the middle of the night. It's dead out there." "Steven..." she interrupted, but didn't continue. "I know you're afraid. I know that. But I want you to trust me." I said, "I really think this could be fun. It'll be exciting, I know it will. I'll be right here with you the whole time." "Steven come on, think about what you're suggesting here." she pleaded, "I can't just walk around naked under a jacket, that's... it's... ridiculous, not to mention dangerous, what if... what if someone sees me!" I just nodded, thinking of how best to convince her. Would she run if I just ordered her to strip right in front of me? Probably, she wasn't even calling me Sir, the fear completely overriding her normal submissive habits. Force probably wasn't the answer, but asking her wouldn't work either. "This is why we're here, sweetheart." I said. "I saw this jacket... and I just couldn't get the image out of my head. You wearing it... and nothing else..." She frowned again, and looked away. "It's dangerous... I can't do this." I pulled her closer to me, trying to comfort her with my presence. "I'll be right here beside you Jessica." I said, kissing her cheek, "Nothing will happen." "I can't..." she said. "But I think you want to..." I said, "You know it. You're a slut. A pervert. You like being tied up, right? Being spanked? You love all of this... this kinky stuff." I kissed her cheek again, keeping my voice low. "It makes you feel alive doesn't it?" I said, "It makes your precious little heart beat so fast, you know it does." She looked up at me, begging me with her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this..." she said. "Well let's find out." I said, "One lap around the park, that's all I'm asking." "It's not just in the jacket though, right?" she said, "You'll make me... do other stuff." I laughed. She suddenly didn't sound completely terrified by the thought. "I might." I said, "That would up to me, now wouldn't it?" I kissed her, softly pressing my lips against hers. "You'll love it." I whispered to her. I slipped behind her, pulling her back against me. I turned her to face the mirror above the sinks, and reached up to slip the jacket off. I threw it neatly to land between two of the basins, safe from the tiled floor. After all, no public bathroom is that clean. I gripped the hem of her t-shirt and started to raise it up, exposing her stomach. I'd wanted to do this again since last week. There was something so erotic about undressing her, stripping her for my own pleasure. She lifted her arms as I took the shirt off, exposing a bra I didn't recognize. Black, with a swirling red design. More new clothes for me to enjoy. I looked at her chest in the mirror, then up at her face. She had her eyes closed. "Look, sweetheart." I said gently, "Look at you." She opened her eyes, and stared at herself. "You're so beautiful." I whispered. She shivered again, and I kissed the back of her neck. "Go sit down." I said, pushing her towards the bay of sinks. She walked over and turned, raising herself up with her arms to sit down. She crossed her long, sexy legs, and waited. I followed her, and reached for her skirt. She sat back and pushed her hips out, as if offering herself to me. No hesitating any more. I unzipped her skirt slid it down, helped by her lifting herself so I could slide it down over her hips. I was surprised to see she was wearing a thong, a black one with the same design as the bra. I slid the skirt off over her heels, and drank in her body. She stared at me, biting her lip. Was that still fear I saw? Or maybe that had already turned to lust... I ran my hands down her smooth stomach to her thong, and slipped it off her as well. I let the thong drop down her calves where it hung off her ankle, and then I ran my hands back up her legs, wrapping them around her ass and pulling her close to me. She pressed her pussy against the crotch of my jeans, no doubt feeling how hard I was already. She wrapped her legs around me and sat up, pressing her body to me. I looked at her bra strap in the mirror, suddenly realizing without the reflection I probably wouldn't be able to get the thing off. I smiled at myself, reaching up to inexpertly unclasp it. I didn't exactly fumble with it, but it probably could have been smoother. I leaned back, sliding the bra off with me. She was wrapped around me, and completely naked save for her heels. She was just staring at me, that same look of both fear and lust that I'd become so familiar with. She leaned forward to kiss me, but I pulled back. "Not yet, slut." I said gently, stepping back. She tensed her legs, not wanting to let me go, but eventually relented. I stepped back and again just admired her naked body, her absolute sexual perfection. She glanced at the locked door just once, before meeting my eye again. She lay back and let herself be seen, her intense blush and shallow breathing exposing her nervousness. She looked down at herself, then noticed her thong still draped around her ankle. She slowly looked up at me, then raised one perfect leg up, pointing her toes at me. "You forgot this." she breathed. I didn't react, lost in the complete eroticism of the moment. Eventually I stepped forward again and slid the soft piece of cloth off of her. My cock throbbed in my jeans, but I ignored my urge to take her right there and then. I smiled to myself as I started to pack her clothes away into my backpack, where I'd stashed her hoody. I thought about how much I had to resist when I was around, and how if I'd instead just relented every time I'd myself held back, I probably wouldn't have even gotten around to trying to punish her yet. I zipped up the backpack and turned to her. She was just staring at me, her body in the exact same position. "Stand up." I ordered. She gently lowered herself, her heels meeting the smooth floor with little twin clicks. "Turn." I said. She turned her back to me, and as I admired her naked ass, I regretted taking off the thong before I got to appreciate her in it. I draped her new jacket around her shoulders, and helped her put it on. She turned, and I buttoned it up for her, again taking my time, and finishing by tightly tying the sash. I stepped back. I was right, she looked exactly as she had before, the long hem of the jacket stopping short enough to be enticing, but long enough to hide whatever short skirt she was wearing under it. Or not wearing. I held my hand out to her, and she gave me hers. I stepped beside her, her hand tightly clasped in mine, and together we walked out into the night. == We walked in silence for the first few minutes, heading to the path I was planning on using. She was walking confidently alongside me, her stride even. The only sign everything wasn't normal was the vice-like grip she had around my hand. "You know what I just realized?" she said suddenly, breaking the silence. "This is the first time we've ever held hands." I smiled, realizing she was right. "Well, I think we're close enough now for it to be appropriate." I said, "Unless you think we're moving too fast..." I relaxed my hand, and her grip increased. I laughed at her reaction, and she couldn't help but laugh too. "How are you feeling?" I asked quietly. "Terrified." she answered quickly, "I have no idea what I'm doing out here. No fucking idea." "You're just having a walk in the park." I said. "Yeah, just a walk in the park..." she repeated sarcastically. "Just a walk..." "You sound nervous." "Yep." she said. I laughed again. "Well, try to enjoy yourself." I said, "I know I'm having a good time." "That doesn't surprise me." she said quickly. I chuckled again. We walked up a small flight of stone steps to a path. It was basically in the middle of the small wood the park was designed around. There were trees in every direction, and the whole place felt closed off and isolated. There was only one other way to reach this path, and it was by a joining dirt path on the other side that I'd never seen anyone use, and seemed to go nowhere important. We actually had a choice of direction, left or right, but it didn't matter as it was one big circle, with a clump of woods in the center. Like a doughnut shape carved into the forest. I'd stopped at the top of the stairs while I prepared myself, and Jessica's breathing had started to quicken. She saw the path, how private it looked, and she no doubt knew what was coming. I relaxed my hand again, and her grip tightened. I pulled away, and she reluctantly let my hand go. I stepped in front of her, staring into her eyes. Without looking away from her, I slowly started to untie the sash of her jacket. "Sir..." she breathed. She looked terrified, but made no move to stop me. I continued to undress her, keeping eye contact as I undid the buttons. When I was finished, I slowly pulled the jacket open. She gasped and her body shook when I started, and her hands came up to grip tightly on to my arms. I couldn't believe I was really doing this. I couldn't believe she was letting me do this. I exposed her body to the cool night air, finally looking down. I moved to step back from her, to expose her, but she clung to me. "Sir..." she said desperately, not really trying to say anything except communicate how utterly afraid she was. I pulled her naked body to me and kissed her, my tongue slipping between her lips. She kissed me back, still clinging to me, but undoubtedly passionate in her response. There was a lot more than just fear there. I finally ended the kiss, and pressed my forehead against hers. "Trust me, sweetheart." I said. "I do, I do..." she whispered, "Just... just wait." She closed her eyes, seeming to concentrate hard for a few seconds. "You have to promise me nothing's going to happen." she said with her eyes still closed. "You have to promise me you won't... you won't let or... or do anything bad, or dangerous-" I softly kissed her lips, cutting her off. "I promise." I said quietly, "I promise nothing bad's going to happen." She finally opened her eyes, meeting mine. She nodded. I kissed her cheek and held her for a final moment, before stepping back. She flinched at my absence, but resisted the urge to cover herself. She crossed her arms over her stomach, the jackets of the sleeve covering it, but her proud, firm tits and neatly trimmed landing strip were still visible. "How does it feel?" I asked, "To be naked outside. Where anyone could see you." She stood up straighter, and slowly dropped her arms. She didn't answer me, but just stared right into me eyes. "Come on, slut." I said, taking a step backwards. Her eyes widened in fear, and she walked quickly towards me. "Slowly." I ordered, taking another step backwards. She stopped. I wanted to see her. I wanted to enjoy this moment. I started to walk slowly backwards, but stopped after a few steps. "Come on." I repeated. She followed me, slowly walking towards me. I stayed ahead of her, watching how her sexy body moved, how her big tits, unrestrained, jiggled back and forth with every step. "You look so good, sweetheart." I encouraged, "So fucking good." Her walk became more confident as I watched her hips swinging just that little bit more, and her back becoming straighter. "That's it sweetheart, show yourself off." I said. She blushed, looking down, but surprised me by obeying. She started to walk more sensually putting each foot in front of the other like a model on a runway. Jesus, she was gorgeous. Her perfect young body strutting along a dimly lit path... it was like some sort of surreal masterpiece. I watched every inch of her body, but kept staring back into her eyes which never left mine. Eventually I stopped, and she kept going. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, reaching around to grab her ass. She whimpered submissively as we kissed, but stopped herself from clinging to me. There was a space between us, meaning her body was still exposed. I stepped beside her, taking her hand again. "Come on slut, we haven't got all night." I said, deliberately setting a slow pace. She squeezed my hand tightly. "So how does it feel?" I asked. "My heart's pounding." she said quickly, "I feel like... like I can't breath." "I bet you like it though, right?" I said softly into her ear. "I bet Jessica the prude loves walking around the park with her tits hanging out, with her tight little pussy exposed for anyone to see." She gripped my hand tighter, but didn't respond. "I wonder what your friends would think if they saw you now, hm? Your parents... oh, what would our teachers think of everyone's favorite star pupil streaking through the forest?" "They'd... they'd probably think I was a slut." she answered. "Hmm, yes they would." I said, gently nipping her ear with my teeth, "And they'd be right, wouldn't they?" "Yes Sir." she breathed, "Yes they would." She actually smiled, and I kissed her cheek. I felt incredible, such an awesome rush of dominance. I was leading her around completely naked, and she was obeying my every word. No threats, no force, just a suggestion and a casual undressing and here she was walking proudly through the night. I knew she wanted this. Maybe not this exactly, but an experience like this. She'd revealed to me last time about what the word 'slut' meant to her. Something she'd never wanted to be. It was more than just a casual insult to her, it was the what her dad called her mom when she cheated, what he'd heard him shout whenever she'd sneak out of her bedroom to hear them argue. But in being a "slut", she'd discovered a certain feeling of freedom, it seemed. She'd been so afraid of that word, but I'd unwittingly freed her of the taboo. She could be a slut, and could enjoy all of the things she'd been so afraid of her whole life, not to mention a lot of stuff she'd never even dreamed of, and still be herself. I tried to imagine how this must feel to her, literally exposing this sexual side of her that she'd always rejected, always feared. Was it worth the fear? The sense of danger? Or maybe they made it even better for her. Maybe that was the whole point. We kept our slow pace, enjoying the silence. I wished the lights that dotted the inside of the path, though already dim, weren't so bright so I could see the stars better. A slight breeze rustled through the trees, and Jessica sighed at the cold air rolling across her skin. I laughed, and she giggled with me. She leaned in to me, and I squeezed her hand. Suddenly I frowned, looking up. There was a sound up ahead... almost like... My heart leapt into my throat, and my blood ran cold. Someone was coming. It was distant, but there were definitely voices up ahead. For a second I froze in panic, my mind emptying of all possible plans. Jessica still hadn't heard them, there was no tell-tale squeezing of my hand or gasp of shock. I had maybe seconds before she noticed. I suddenly span around, facing her. She jumped back slightly, but only watched as I quickly pulled the jacket closed and started to button it. My fingers were shaking slightly, but I managed somehow to get the whole thing done up tight, tying off the sash quickly. Then I stepped to her side and put my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me, squeezing her left hand with my right. I started to walk again, and guided her over to the edge of the path. When the people ahead passed, I'd be between them and Jessica. She stiffened when she finally heard them, and stopped walking for a second. I knew her instinct would be to curl up in fear, so I gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and kept on walking, pulling her with me. Two men turned the corner. They were wearing disheveled suits, and staggering slightly. They were arguing about something, not quite shouting but talking louder than necessary. Lucky for us, or I might not have heard them in time. One was quite tall with mostly gray hair, although he looked too young for it. The other was clearly balding, and a little heavy around the middle. Two drunk businessmen, walking through the park. A drink after work, lamenting at the thought of a Valentine's day alone, perhaps? I kept my stride as the two approached us, then passed us without even a glance, too lost in their own drunken world. Despite the fact that nothing had happened, my heart was pounding in my chest. I slowed to a stop a minute or so after I heard the voices fade away, then again turned sharply to face Jessica. Looking over her shoulder, I couldn't see any trace of the men. Jessica was shaking, and I could see tears in her eyes. She was terrified. "That was close." I breathed, smiling easily. I couldn't let her see how close to panic I'd come. I had to keep calm for her. "Good thing I heard them coming." I said, "Who knows what they might have done if they'd seen you..." Her eyes widened further in shock, and suddenly my own fear was forgotten. We were alone again, and I didn't want to let this stop me. On some level I knew it was dangerous, but honestly almost getting caught had made my cock even harder. There was no sound around us anymore except for our own breathing. I reached up and slowly unbuttoned her coat, pausing slightly after each button, before sliding the two ends of the sash out of the knot I'd tied, and pulling the whole thing apart. She dropped her arms and stayed completely still as I exposed her nude body, seeming too stunned to even protest. "I'm almost disappointed." I said with menace in my voice. "Maybe I should call them back. I'd be curious to see what two middle aged men might would do with you, looking like this..." "Don't..." she whispered, too terrified to even use her voice, "Please don't, please... please..." I stared into her eyes, watching tears form in the corners, as if I was actually considering it. Then I laughed. "Oh, sweetheart." I said, stroking her face, "I'm just teasing you, you know that. Why would I want to share you?" I kissed her just once on the lips, a slow but shallow peck. "You're my little fuck-toy, aren't you?" I whispered. She let out a small whimper and wrapped her arms around me. Yours Ch. 06 "We're going to play a little game now, sweetheart." I breathed into her ear, "And it involves your slutty little pussy." I reached behind her and grabbed her ass, digging my fingers in hard. "I'm going to run my hand up the inside of your thigh... all the way up to your pretty cunt." I whispered, "And if you're dry... if you're really not having a good time... then we'll go back to the bathroom and get you dressed. Then we can have a nice, normal walk around the park. Like a lovely date." I massaged her firm ass with my fingers as I paused, letting her think about what I'd said. "But..." I hissed suddenly, making her jump, "If your little pussy happens to be wet... if you're leaking all over your legs... basically, if you are having a good time... then I'm going to bring you into those trees behind me... and fuck you." She gasped and whimpered, clinging tightly to my body. This had always been part of the plan. I was torturing her with this game. I knew this was still a part of her that craved normality, and a date in the park would perfectly satisfy that need; make us feel like a nice, normal couple. But that wouldn't happen, and I'd made it her fault. Her own arousal would be the reason we were about to go into those trees. And I already knew this was all going to happen just as I planned... because I could already smell her arousing feminine scent. Just as I'd told her I would, I brought one hand down to her knee. She was trembling, and whimpered when I started to move my hand up, cupping it around her lower thigh. She sighed as I caressed her, moving closer to her bare pussy. I stopped for a second and grinned like a maniac, looking down so she couldn't see. I was only half way up her thigh, and I could already feel the wetness on her legs. I hadn't seen her this wet in a while. Still, I continued my journey up the inside her smooth, creamy thigh, all the way up until the edge of my finger was just about to touch her small, pink pussy lips. I could feel the heat of her arousal from here. Slowly, deliberately, I reached up and slid the tip of my index finger from the bottom of her drenched, hot, lower lips to the top, resting for a second on her clitoral hood. Without a word I slid my finger slowly inside her, enjoying the heat and tightness. "I don't know..." I sighed, twisting my finger inside her, and making her knees buckle slightly, "That feels pretty wet to me..." I twisted my finger again, expertly seeking her out her most sensitive spots, as well as thrusting in and out. She moaned sensuously into my ear. I was about to speak, tease her or insult her about her sexual appetite, but she suddenly grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away from her, only to force her lips to mine. She kissed me ferociously and wrapped one leg around mine, as if trying to mount me right there on the path. I returned her passion, and my cock throbbed in my jeans. She was incredible. As scared as she obviously was, her lust had clouded her entire mind. I growled and pushed her away. "Slow down, sweetheart." I panted. I looked quickly around. This was the place I'd staked out the last two nights. Right behind me was a fairly clear patch between two bushes, where we could walk into quite a densely wooded area. There were no big rocks to trip over, and no poisonous leaves of any kind. I grabbed her by the hand and led her into the darkness. I found the spot I'd picked out, close to the center of the wooded enclosure, a decent space between us and the path. I found the tree I'd chosen and put my back to it, knowing the space in front of us was relatively clear and flat. I pushed her to her knees, then lifted her chin. I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera. "Take it out." I ordered calmly. She practically ripped my belt off trying to get it undone, and yanked my jeans and underwear down to my knees. My cock sprang free, and she immediately reached up to caress the shaft and balls. "Stop." I grunted. She whined and let go. I pointed the camera down at her face and flicked on the night vision. In expectation of this moment, I'd set the camera up to display on the screen in night vision, but swap to the high intensity flash for the actual picture. The washed out, slightly creepy green and black of the night vision just wouldn't do for this. Still, I took her by the chin and led her mouth to the very tip of my cock, just holding it there. She leaned forward to lick the tip and I instinctively, but lightly, slapped her for taking the liberty. She moaned with frustration, but didn't speak. "Look at the light, sweetheart." I said lightly, turning her face towards me. On the screen I could see her look up and find the small red dot above the lens. I took my hand away. "Don't move." I gently squeezed the button, and the flash went off. I smiled and looked at the image I'd taken. It was... amazing. The flash had brought out so much color, revealing the blush of emotion on her face, and her full, heavy breasts her clearly visible, right down to her hard nipples. What was also amazing was... well, my own cock. Maybe it was the sense of detachment that came from seeing it in a picture, but my cock actually looked a lot bigger than it normally did. It seemed to jut out terrifyingly, taking up a huge amount of the image. The picture blinked from existence, and I was left with the night-vision screen again, ready for another picture to be taken. I blinked and felt myself blush, embarrassed that I'd basically been fascinated by the sight of my own cock for the past few seconds. I shook my head and turned back to Jessica. I grabbed the back of her head and led her eager lips to the tip of my cock. She waited until I started to pull her closer to open her mouth and take me inside. What a good girl, I thought. I let her pleasure me with her tongue for a while, savoring the incredible thrill of a blow job in the great outdoors. I pointed the camera down and watched her through the lens. Being outside wasn't slowing her down at all; she still seemed just as determined to suck my brains out through the end of my cock as always, using everything she could to pleasure me. She couldn't really see, but her eyes were closed anyway. Did she always look like this? So eager? So worshiping? Again, maybe it was just the fact that it was happening on a screen, or maybe it was the strange green-gray tone the night vision gave her skin, but she looked completely different. I pulled her closer, letting her know what I wanted. She looked up at the camera and took one deep breath before inhaling my entire cock, her lips firmly sealed around the base. I sighed with pleasure as she stared up at the camera, waiting. I snapped another picture, and waited for the image to show up. I smiled, even gently laughed when it came into view. My entire thick shaft from the previous image had completely disappeared, leaving a beautiful slut with wide green eyes staring up at me. I laughed again and pulled her back, letting her breath again. She started to lick my head, but I kept pulling her until my cock was free of her incredible mouth. I took a final picture, a perfect ending to the little blow job trilogy. She was staring up at me with a look of frustration, her full red lips pouting in disappointment at being denied my cock. There were a few strands of saliva connecting her lips and my shaft, which was now glistening from base to tip. "Jesus, Jessica..." I said lightly, "Don't let anyone ever tell you don't take a good picture." She giggled in the darkness and kissed my cock. Despite her laugh I could hear the tension in her voice. She was literally sitting bare-ass naked in the middle of a park at night. Who wouldn't be nervous? I grabbed my cock by the base and pressed it to her lips. "Back to work." I said, tucking my camera away. In seconds I was back inside her hot mouth. She pressed her tongue hard against the underside of my cock head, and forcefully bobbed her head over and over. I jerked my hips forward and grunted with pleasure. I held her head as she worked. Sometimes when she sucked me she took her time, seeming to enjoy the experience, but now she seemed determined to get me off as quickly as possible. It wasn't going to take long. This whole situation was getting to me, weakening my self control, and faced with her enthusiastic, and ever inventive technique, it felt I had no choice but to cum. But just as I was on the brink, she slipped me out of her mouth and suddenly attacked my balls with her tongue. She sucked them into her mouth while my cocked bobbed freely in the cool air. I grunted with frustration and tightened my grip on her hair. I pulled her back, and shoved my cock back into her waiting mouth. She angled her head to allow me right into her throat, and I almost came straight away. I fucked her throat hard, barely remembering to keep quiet as I pumped into her. After less than a minute the pleasure overwhelmed me, and I came. She swallowed every drop, and as I released my grip on her head and relaxed against the tree I was standing against, she softly licked the head of my cock, cleaning the last of my sperm. As usual, her gentle licking preventing me from going soft, and I was soon as hard as ever in her soft mouth. I pushed her off me. "Stand up." I grunted. She reached out to grab on to my legs, and tried to stand. She failed, barely managing to stay on her feet. I grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, holding her steady. "Careful..." she whispered, holding on to me, "I just... I came, Sir." My cock throbbed at her words, and I handled her even harder. I span around and slammed her back against the tree. Of course she came; a rough throat fucking was enough to get her off in my bedroom, so why would her being naked in public do anything but make it better? The thought made me insane with lust. I grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up. She wrapped it around my waist, and I quickly pushed my thick cock against her hot pussy. I held it there for just a second, and felt her juices sliding down my cock. I pushed myself into her, gasping at her tightness. Even this wet I had to push hard with my hips to stretch her. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around me, suddenly making me take some of her weight. I lost my balance, and for a second I was sure I was going to fall, but I held myself against the tree behind her pushed my hips up even harder. We found an steady position, holding each other up and both of us mindlessly pumping our hips. She kissed me hard, nipping my lower lip with her teeth. I kissed her back, then pulled away to lick and bite along her jaw and neck. When I lightly bit her throat she let out a squeal of passion, and a few seconds later she came hard around my cock. I wasn't going to last long. It was rough, frantic sex, no hint of teasing or patience. I growled as I pounded her, drunk on the sensation of taking her out here and making her do this. She came when I did, our bodies freezing at the same time, pausing for one incredible pleasure-filled moment, before we released our breath. She dropped her leg and leaned back against the tree, her arms becoming looser around my neck. I pressed my forehead to hers, not able to see her in the darkness, and we slowly kissed. I didn't want to linger, but couldn't help but steal a few more kisses. "Time to go." I said eventually. In response, she just kissed my cheek, and dropped her arms. After I made sure the jacket was tightly secure, which was hard to do in the dark, I picked up the bag and took her arm. We walked slowly back down the path, no real hint of fear or nervousness from either of us. She rested her head on my shoulder as we walked, seeming perfectly content, despite only having one thin layer protecting her naked body from the elements. The park was still totally deserted, and we didn't see a sign of our two friends from earlier on the way back. We got to the bathroom with no problems, but I still breathed a sigh of relief when we made it inside. After entering, I turned to see Jessica locking the door. She faced me, and walked passed me over to the sinks. "Aren't you going to take this off?" she said, resting back against the counter. I smiled, and stepped close to her. I undid my hastily fastened knot, and again worked my way down the buttons. I pulled it open, and she gracefully let it slide off her shoulders. "I hope we didn't make a mess." she said, her voice calm and breathy. She turned and held the jacket out, running her fingers along the inside lining. "Nope... dry as a bone. Good." she said. She turned around and raised herself up on to the bay of sinks. She sighed and gently ran her fingers over her nipples, then put them on her lap, before awkwardly running them through her hair. She bit her lip and looked at me expectantly. I'd assumed by this point she'd be desperate to get changed and go home, possibly even angry with me for fucking her against a tree. I was so happy to be wrong. I walked towards her and she sat up, wrapping her sexy calves around my waist. "Sir... I wanted to ask you something." she said quietly. She leaned forward and pressed her body against mine, leaving our face inches apart. "You have all these sexy names for me... slut... whore... and of course... sweetheart." she said with a smile, "But all I get to call you is Sir." I gently took her cheek and pulled her close to me. She pursed her lips for a moment, thinking I was going to kiss her. I stopped just as I felt her breath against her lips, and she pouted. "Do you have a suggestion?" I asked, my voice low and quiet. "Well I was thinking..." she said, "Seeing as how you own me... that there is a certain term that might be fitting." "And what would that be?" I asked. Her playful smile faltered for just a second, and I could see her nervousness at bringing this up. But it was just a moment, and she found her confidence again. "I'd like to call you... Master." she breathed, looking in to my eyes. I reached up and grabbed her hair tightly, pulling her close to me. I pressed my lips to her ear and said; "I didn't hear you sweetheart. Say it again." "Master." she squeaked, barely above a whisper. I tightened my grip and yanked her head to the side, away from me. "Again." I ordered. "Master!" she shouted, her voice filling the small room. I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her hard, still clinging tightly to her hair. . She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. I let go of her to undo my belt, and she slid away from me, trying her best to lie comfortably along the bay of sinks, even with an arm resting inside one. With my cock freed, I followed her on to the sinks and leaned over her. It was an awkward position, and she giggled as we moved to try and line up, making me laugh. She lay one of her sexy black heels on my shoulder, and I moved forward to press my cock against her pussy. "Fuck me Master... please fuck me!" she squealed. I thrust into her, making her yelp with pleasure. I panicked for a second, realizing we still weren't really safe, and clamped my hand over her mouth. She didn't seem to notice, just moaned and tried to move her hips despite how awkwardly we were joined. I slipped out of her for a moment to better line us up, then thrust my full length in to her. Again she squealed, this time muffled by my hand. I fucked her hard, like I had outside. I wasn't giving any thought to the movement of my hips, or the rhythm of my movements, I just wanted to fuck. With one hand over her mouth, I'd grabbed her shoulder with the other to steady myself. I gripped it tightly in frustration, realizing that despite how fucking horny she made me, it was going to be a while before I could come. The word kept echoing in my head, 'Master.' She called me Master, wanted me to be her Master. Just when I thought I'd pushed her as far as she was ready to go, she was finding knew ways to degrade herself to me, to be even more submissive. She was mine. My beautiful slave, my gorgeous little whore. I owned her, and I felt it with every thrust, every time I filled her tight little pussy with my hard cock, every time her body shook with pleasure. She belonged to me. When I finally came, it hit me hard, and fast. A few lightning bolts of pleasure, and suddenly the energy drained from me. I felt my cock rapidly soften inside of her, exhausted for the night. I looked down and noticed I was still holding her tight with my hands. Her eyes were closed. I loosened my grip on her shoulder, and released her mouth. She opened her lips wide to pant heavily, her breath warm against my palm. I gently cupped her cheek, and she kissed my hand as it moved closer. She finally opened her eyes to me, but didn't speak. She was smiling. I leaned down to kiss her, but my knee slipped out from under me and I fell. My head bumped into her collar, and she slid her leg off my shoulder. She laughed at my fall, and I could feel her whole body moving under me. I laughed too, the sex leaving my head feeling light. Our giggles died down, and I pushed myself up with my arms to look at her. She took my head with her hands and leaned up to kiss me slowly and sensually. "I love you, Master." she said quietly when we parted. I kissed her again, lightly on the cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart." I said. She laughed at that, and so did I. I lay together, her naked and me with my jeans around my knees, and just laughed at the situation we were in. Before too long I managed to untangle myself from her and get to the floor without hurting anybody. I dressed myself, then held my hand out to her. I helped her sit up, but she didn't stand right away. She looked incredible, and I suddenly got the urge to take a picture. But it wouldn't have worked if I had, the moment would be ruined if there was a lens between us right now. She looked so happy, so relaxed. So full of love. So understanding of the bizarre situation she was in, and completely accepting of it. I looked in to her eyes, knowing I'd probably remember this little walk in the park for the rest of my life. I blinked and the feeling vanished. I smiled. "Let's get you dressed, sweetheart." I said. The first step was to deal with the mess we'd made of her inner thighs, the mixture of our sexual juices, some of which had already started to dry. I ran some toilet paper under the cold water and gently wiped her clean, even lightly running it over her swollen pussy, making her gasp and giggle. We didn't speak as I helped her step into her panties, or her skirt. I slipped her bra on and again used the mirror to help me work out how the strap fastened, which I hope she didn't notice. I leaned back to check if the bra was on properly, which it seemed to be, and I noticed something on her skin. A dark bruise had started to form where I'd been grabbing on to her. I ran my finger along it, and she looked down. She saw it, and stroked it with her fingers. I put my hand over it, fascinated with how it almost perfectly fit the shape of my hand. For a second I was worried, but she just smiled at me. She raised her arms as I pulled her t-shirt out of the bag, and I slid it on to her. She stood for this, and faced the mirrors. I put it on the same way I'd taken it off, standing behind her and gently kissing her neck. Yours for the Evening I entered the noisy, dimly lit bar, full of confidence as always. I am used to male attention and dress appropriately to incite it. Revel in it even. Tonight saw me in a soft as butter, chocolate silk skirt. I complimented it with a matching silk blouse, revealing a hint of my bra underneath it. The only other accoutrements needed were a thick cream belt, accentuating my tiny waistline and a pair of chocolate brown slingback heels. At 4 inches high they made my legs look slim and elegant. Oh and of course the compulsory silk black lace topped stockings. They bring out the devil in me. I like encouraging it. The music thumps all around me and I feel myself humming along, a smile playing on the corners of my lips, bright with glossy pink lipstick. I play with a tendril of my long, shiny brunette hair, twirling it around in my fingertips. I see you as I approach the bar and give the men there a cursory glance, before my attention rests on you. I still wonder even now, why you took my breath away, even then on our first meeting. But my eyes held yours for a second longer than necessary and you knew it, even then. Knew that I would be yours. But I didn't. That happened for me a little later. Someone caught my attention at my shoulder and I inclined my head to speak with him, talking niceties as one does. My blue eyes sparkling, sensuously lined with dark kohl making them look enormous. He didn't keep my attention for long however and I made my escape by going to the ladies. When I returned you were no-where to be found by the bar, but the barmaid, grinning at me handed me a gin and tonic. I gave her a puzzled look. I hadn't ordered that. It's one of my favourite drinks though. I sipped it appreciatively. She pointed to you, when I asked who'd ordered it for me, seated now at a table on the far side of the bar. Lounging your long limbs on a low slung sofa. Your lazy smile caught me as I looked in your direction. I raise my glass in a salute of thanks and begin walking towards you, returning that wonderful smile of yours. I come to stand before you and your eyes never leave mine on the long walk across the length of the room. I smile prettily and thank you for the drink, thinking that you could possibly be one of the sexiest men I have ever seen. My pulse rate beats double time, a little at my boldness on approaching you, but more so because just being near you sent prickles of desire up my spine. You motion with your hand for me to sit down and I obey unthinkingly. Sitting opposite you. Admiring you. My tongue unconsciously licks the corner of my lip. I do that when I'm nervous. 'Do you want me?' The words are out of your mouth, in a wonderfully deep resonating tone that sends shivers through me, just on hearing it. I can't quite believe that you've said it, quite like that. I blink in surprise. But I understand your meaning. 'Yes,' I whisper. My nervousness wouldn't allow me to play games with you at this point. My legs shift beneath me as my eyes meet yours again. 'If you want to be mine tonight, my dear, I must tell you that I will expect complete obedience from you. That means, you do everything I say. Yes,' you pause, 'I do mean everything.' You search my eyes for my response. My face betrays me, flushing with heat. Oh God, what those words do to me. 'Will you obey me, in all I ask?' you question. 'Yes,' I whisper. Feeling my pulse rocket in response. You just smile and settle yourself back comfortably into your chair. 'Then let's see. Go to the ladies and remove your bra and your panties. Be quick.' You motion for me to move with your hand. Surprisingly enough I do, your tone compelling me to go and quickly. I do wonder what on earth I'm doing, while in the toilets, whipping my blouse over my head and taking off my bra. Then letting my black lace panties fall down over my hips, my legs and feeling almost naked. The only thing covering my sex is now my skirt. I stuff my lace underwear into my handbag and walk back out of the toilets somewhat confidently, towards you. Aware that my nipples, peaked already from arousal are visible through my soft, silk shirt. I stand back in front of you and you motion for me to sit down once more, but this time next to you. Smiling, I do. 'I must tell you this before we go on,' you pause to look into my eyes, 'I will do a great many things to you this evening, some of which you will like and some of which you will not. But you WILL obey in absolutely everything I ask, or the evening will end then and there. It will always be your choice of course.' Those blue fathomless eyes of yours stare into mine. I can only nod in agreement. For I desperately want to see what this night will hold. My flesh tingling in anticipation all over, a heightened state of arousal having already overtaken my body. 'Do I arouse you,' you ask me? Your eyes searching mine for their response. 'Yes I whisper.' Licking my lips nervously once more. For you do. I am already wet. 'Then I will need to make sure of that for myself,' you say. Eyes holding mine. 'Open your legs for me. I close my eyes in immediate response, thinking I cannot do that. Not here. Not with all these people watching. But my eyes open again and I widen my legs, already knowing that I am desperate to have you. 'Wider you say,' looking at me and you see a moan escape my lips involuntarily as I do as you say. Not being able to refuse. Your hand feels along the length of my skirt, lightly running down the fabric, before it begins to slide up my stockings. Your fingertips running gently up my thighs and your fingertips coming to rest ever so lightly on my sex. You hear my breath catch. Another fingertip comes up under my chin as you tilt my face, to stare hard into my eyes. 'Are you sure you are wet for me?' you ask me again. 'Yes,' I stammer. Not being able to look away. Then I feel your finger on my sex begin to trace the delicate folds of my lips to begin teasing its way into my entrance. Finding me hot and so very wet for you. Another moan escaped my lips as I feel you push your finger deep within me. You hold it there. With the other finger still on my chin, forcing me to look, still, into those eyes of yours. 'I want you to pick a man to dance with, anyone you chose and I want to watch as you grind up against him. Kiss him. Let his hands roam over your body.' You smile and let the finger drop from my chin and withdraw your finger from inside me, slowly tracing the wetness back up my leg. Watching to see if I will obey. I helplessly do. I stand and walk toward the dance floor, my eyes casting themselves over the men there and pick a rather tall, blond and good looking one. I take his hand gently and usher him onto the floor. He sees the glazed look of desire in my eyes and does not hesitate to follow me, not knowing that look is for you. The music starts and he places his hands on my waist and I put mine around his neck, playing with the softly curling hair at the nape of his neck. As the music starts, drumming its beat loudly, I push my body into his. He quickly responds by grinding his hips back into mine. Oh Yes, I feel my body respond instantly to the touch and heat floods through me. A sigh escapes my lips which are resting by his ear and he grins at me in response. I see your eyes watching mine from across the room and hold your gaze once more, lust upon my lips. You watch me calculatingly. To tease you I pull the blond man's hands over my breasts and turn our position sideways so you can see. I see his eyes widen as he realises I am not wearing a bra. I feel his hands all over my breasts, can see him smiling feeling my nipples harden underneath his fingers. I press my lips to his neck and bite gently there, feeling his body respond. Grinding his hips more urgently into mine. His hands running up and down my body, cupping my breasts, kneading them in his hands. I then gently place my lips over his, kissing ever so lightly, waiting for his response. He urgently hardens his lips on mine and kisses me passionately. His tongue reaches out to caress mine and I make sure you can see. Wondering what this is doing to you. He puts his hands on my ass, squeezing my ass cheeks and pulling me closer to him. So much so I am pressed tightly against him now, his lips not pausing for a second. But then.... Then the music ends and I gently entangle myself... leaving him wanting and wondering just what the hell I was up to... I know his eyes are boring into my back as I make my way back towards you, with my face flushed with desire, heat and a new animal lust sparkling in my eyes. I catch your glance on my way back towards you, which has never left me and see that desire has now flushed your features. For your eyes penetrate me with a deep, dark, brooding hunger. 'Are you ready to leave my dear?' You ask me pleasantly. Taking my arm and leading me towards the exit. 'You are of course free to change your mind?' It is a question and you leave the end hanging, waiting for my response. 'I am ready to leave and obey you in everything you ask of me.' My response is definite. You grin wickedly at that. It makes my blood roar around my body. 'We shall see,' you reply enigmatically. We talk politely on the way back to the car, exchanging names and general niceties. It takes little time to find your car, parked only a short way away in a deserted alley way. My heels tap across the deserted sidewalk as we step up towards it. 'You will get in my car naked, or not at all,' you say to me. Once again you watch me, gauging my reaction. My body goes weak at your words and my mind rebels. This is a public place. Yes it is deserted, but someone could pass through at any time. I start to tremble and now I have to think hard. You are a stranger after all. What on earth am I doing? All the time those deep eyes never leave me and you enjoy seeing the anguish in them as I struggle and war with myself. In the end, my body on fire with need, I make my decision. Recklessness is one of my vices. I strip quickly, in order to get into your car more quickly. Yanking my blouse over my head, displaying my naked breasts for your attention, my nipples hard and peaked. Then I undo the skirt and slide it down my hips, letting it fall to my feet. I then step my heels out of it one by one and stand there before you. I feel the cool night air upon my body which teases my skin. I shake. Helplessly. 'Get in, you say,' opening the door of your car for me and you help me inside. I have never been so grateful to have a car door shut before. The covering of the car door something at least. I am still frighteningly aware that anyone who chooses to look into your car will find me quite some surprise to their eyes. You look at me and smile. 'Well done Rie,' you say already shortening my name, Anari, to a pet name. It makes me smile and relax a little. Though not too much. It is all I can do to stop my hands from trying to cover my nakedness. But I breathe deeply and keep my hands still while the car drives off, with you at the wheel. 'Undo my trousers Rie and suck my cock. Make me nice and hard for you my dear,' you say with a wicked glint in your eyes. Watching me through your peripheral vision. Watching and waiting. To see if I will indeed obey. I do instantly, my tongue already licking around my lips making them wet to take your cock inside my mouth. I am glad of any distraction to stop me thinking about my nakedness. My wetness. My lust for you. My fingers delicately untangle your seatbelt and begin unfastening your trousers with efficient movements and I let your cock spring free, released from its constraints. Sighing with delight as I do so. Running my fingers up and down its length before me, letting my nails graze it lightly, before I begin tracing a pattern around the head with my tongue. Flicking, swirling and licking. Tormenting you up and down the length with my tongue and fingertips before I return my attention back to the head. Letting my mouth gently take you in, so lightly, sucking in small delicate movements up and down. Hearing a little sigh escape your lips now and knowing you want more. I make that cock of yours very wet with my saliva, coating it thoroughly before beginning to move more of your length inside me. Greedily sucking your cock to the back of my throat. You hear the sounds of my hungry slurps, taking you inside me. Wanting to feel it hit there, impale me, ram against me. It finally hits its mark and your hear a guttural moan escape my lips. I make my strokes longer now, my tongue flicking the underside of your cock on the upstroke and then my mouth taking you back into me and ramming you back to the end of my throat. Breathing deeply. Again and again. My fingers teasing the base of your cock before closing around it and gripping tightly. Moving up and down now in time with my movements... 'Enough,' you say and push me away from you, but gently. The car has now stopped and I realise we are at your house. I try to regulate my breathing and notice the flush of desire changing your features with a smile. This has been the most exciting night of my life so far and I can only wonder at what you have in store for me next... My flesh tingling in anticipation, my sex hungry, my pupils dilated and glazed with a lust fuelled fever... Yours for the Evening Ch. 02 'You look beautiful,' you say to me. I see you turn around to face me and your eyes search mine, amused. 'Now I will show you my house, Anari, and you will calmly follow me inside, hiding nothing of yourself.' Your eyes find mine and hold them there for longer than necessary. I hear my heart thud in my chest. 'Oh God,' I whisper to you, 'what if anyone sees me?' 'Perhaps they won't,' you say and you get out of your car, slamming the door shut, leaving me inside. You walk around to my door and open it wide. I take a deep breath and stand up proudly, accepting my fate, shivering once more in the cold night air. If anyone is going to see they are going to see. It's too late to worry about that now. The sound of your car doors locking makes me jump and I follow you to your front door. Before I know what's happening, you pull me against the front door and kiss me slowly, lingeringly. Your tongue teases mine before deepening the kiss. The first we've shared. It leaves me breathless. You feel me sigh and my body melts against yours. 'I am going to take many liberties with you tonight, IF you cross that doorstep, Anari,' you say. Those eyes now bore into mine, watching and waiting. My hair is blowing in the slight breeze outside and frames my face. My lust-filled eyes give my acceptance away, though, and you know it. I nod at you. I see you smile before you slap my face gently. It makes my flesh tingle and heat, making me moan. 'The door is open, little woman of my dreams,' you say to me. 'What's it to be? Will you enter?' Those eyes are smiling at me. I do nothing for a moment. Then I smile myself, before entering your home, looking at you over my shoulder, unable to drag my eyes away from you for a second. Your hand slaps my ass hard, making me jump and catch my breath in surprise. I feel the stinging heat of the slap go through me, making that traitorous body of mine wetter still. 'Kneel and taste my cock,' you say to me. This focuses my attention immediately, especially because you haven't even closed the front door yet. I war with myself again, but I feel myself drop to my knees, naked, before you and begin unfastening your trousers with deft, impatient fingers and lips that want to taste and savour you. My tongue swirls around my glossy lips, making them wet. Your eyes stare down at the vision I present before you, while your fingers turn on the light. You see delicate breasts and pert nipples peaking for your attention and a rapid pulse beating a tattoo in my neck. I watch your cock spring free from its constraints before me and my eyes widen in appreciation. 'Beautiful,' I say. My tongue pokes out and licks at the tip, in a light upward stroke, watching your cock jump before me as I do, a smile playing at my lips. 'Do you think you can take this cock anywhere I wish to put it tonight, my slut?' Your face looks enquiringly at mine, demanding an answer. 'Anywhere,' I whisper with wantonness and begin stroking my tongue up and down the length of your cock. To my satisfaction you groan in lust and delight, and I hear you close the front door. 'Then you will have to take my desire and wrath before it really enters you.' Your words echo against the walls. I am focusing my attention on lathering your cock with my saliva, licking and sucking its length and girth. I then close my lips over the head, sucking gently before I feel you take hold of my hair and force my mouth down upon it, pushing your cock deep into my mouth, several times. You hear me moan in appreciation, feeling my mouth filled to bursting with its thickness, then sighing in abandon as I feel you fucking my face, with hard strokes. Your fingers entwine in my hair tightly and pull me off your cock, hearing me make a loud yelp as you do so, still tasting you on my lips and licking them. You take my hands and interlock them with yours, leading me forward. 'Come here, little lady,' you say to me, 'First I wish to have you in my kitchen.' I smile at that and feel my fingers tightly gripped in yours, watching as you lead me into the kitchen, to the table. 'Sit on the edge of my table here,' you indicate, 'and spread those legs wide for me.' I groan and hurry to obey. 'Touch your clit for me.' I groan even louder and happily do your bidding. 'I will be right back,' you say and I watch you disappear into the lounge. Wondering what you are doing, I sit on the kitchen table and spread my legs as wide as I can, displaying myself for your return, beginning to finger my clit in small circles. My clit swells underneath my fingers. I watch you come back into the room carrying a whip and some rope. My eyes widen at that a little nervously. 'You did say anything, didn't you?' you ask me again with a teasing grin. 'Yes I did,' I reply wondering how I get myself into these situations. I walked into your house agreeing to just about anything at all. I bite my lip down on the protest that would have ensued. 'Tonight I will take as well as please, little Anari.' 'Yes,' I whisper quietly, worriedly. 'Now lie back, hands above your head, legs spread.' The command spurs me to action and I obey instantly, feeling your hands pull me to the edge of the table, so that my pussy is displayed for you. 'I like you like that,' you tell me. 'Very available for fucking and licking.' I can't help but shiver at those words, seeing you move around me and begin to tie me up. My body is on fire for you, infused with heat. 'Spread you legs a bit more for me,' you order. 'Mmmm good,' you respond as you see me comply. 'I love having you like this, Anari.' Your eyes catch mine and smile that familiar smile. I groan and spread my legs wider, as wide as they will go, feeling you tie my splayed legs one by one to the table legs. 'Place your arms above you, Anari. Stretch them for me.' It's another command which I instantly obey, straining those arms of mine taut. I watch you tie them to the table legs as well. Now I hear you moan. 'God you look hot.' That deep voice of yours makes my body melt. How do you do that, I wonder? You sit down then, between my legs, staring at my pussy. I can't help but moan, feeling my limbs stretched tightly and your attention focused on me. 'What's this?' you say, now focusing your attention on my face. 'You look so wet, so lovely and so very excited and I haven't even touched you yet.' That just serves to make me more aroused, feeling so wet and needful, desperate to have you inside me. 'Perhaps,' you pause teasingly, 'you would like me to taste you? Perhaps you'd like my tongue just here,' and you gently touch my clit with your finger, watching my body writhe in its bonds. 'Or maybe here,' and the finger moves down to my asshole, taunting me. In any event my body betrays itself, for it is instantly ready for you and I moan loudly. 'Yes. Yes please,' I say desperately, feeling my pulse beat a rapid path all over my body, my breathing increasing in the heightened state of arousal I find myself in. 'Oh God, yes,' I answer once more in affirmation. Maddeningly yet again you smile at me and lean down, only inches away from pussy. I can feel your hot breath upon my pussy lips, teasing me insensibly. My body rises up off the table and you hear me whimper, my eyes pleading with you, wanting to feel your tongue upon me. 'As you've only just met me, perhaps you would not want this on a first meeting?' You touch my clit once more unbearably gently with your finger, stroking it so lightly, that it is utter torment. But I can see the look in your eyes, sparkling with lust and am reassured. 'Oh God, I want this and so badly,' I whisper. My eyes stare at yours, hoping fervently you don't mean those words you've just uttered. Before I've had too much time to think upon it, though, I see you brandishing the whip before me. I'd nearly forgotten about its presence. The reminder is quick, though, as you flick it down upon my open pussy, painfully hard. My body jerks upright in response and my arms and legs strain against the ropes securing me to the table, letting out a pained yell. My mind reels with a red, pain-filled haze. The feeling it produces is fire spreading through my body, fire and heat. Immediately after the pain though, you lean down and thrust your tongue into me, tasting me. What can I do but moan out in lust, as your tongue artfully soothes the pain away, making my body respond once more to you in desperate need. Then you stop and look at me intently, those deep blue eyes boring into mine. 'I've dreamed of having someone like you at my mercy,' you direct at me. The whip rises once more and you use it to slap me across my stomach. I whimper again, my body tensing, a little scared of you. It is still desperately, madly on fire for you. Then I feel the whip come down upon my right breast. I yell out once more in pain, my breath driven from my body, as I close my eyes a moment to adjust to it. But then once more, I feel your tongue return to my body, fucking my pussy rapidly. I know that I am more desperate for relief now than I have ever been in my life. You stop once more, standing above me, looking down at the pretty picture I make lying there, tied helplessly and with red imprints of the whip embedded into my flesh. 'Tonight you will not cum without permission. It would end your experience here immediately.' Your voice has an edge to it and I do not mistake the threat. My body arches off the table in protest and I can only shudder. You pause, though, and it is obvious you are awaiting my response. 'Yes. I will not cum without your permission.' My voice is laboured as my breathing is hard. For I already know I do not want this to end prematurely. 'What are you, my dear, letting a stranger do this to you?' The wicked grin in your eyes drives me wild. 'I am doing this,' I respond, 'because you have made me feel more desire, more want, more lust than anyone else has, ever in my life before.' I feel you slap my open pussy again and feel my body shoot up again, jerking at my ropes. It quells my desire, but only slightly. 'Soon, little Anari,' you say, 'you will feel my tongue teasing you everywhere. I will take what I want... what you will give... and more.' Those eyes of yours tell me you are not lying. Then you lean down and suck in my clit, your tongue flicking on it wonderfully, exciting me unbearably. 'Now I asked you what you were, letting a stranger do this to you?' Your eyes hold mine in their gaze. My moaning continues, feeling myself on the edge of release, your tongue firing up all kinds of delightful sensations within me. 'I am your slut. Your slut for the evening, to do with as you please.' The words ring true in my mind even as I say them. They make me go weak, the thought of surrendering my body to your whim. My breathing is harsh and ragged now and the words spill out of my mouth brokenly, waiting for your next move. Yours For Two Hours Ch. 01 It’s a simple enough arrangement. I’ll be your rape-slut for two hours. My boyfriend doesn’t like it. He doesn’t trust you. Even though you’re his brother. He thinks you’ll fuck me up. He thinks you’re a nasty, sick, abusive little bastard who’ll turn me into a stretched-out whore. But that’s why I want it. He’s in the house somewhere, stopwatch at the ready. The two hours kick in when the doorbell goes. He thinks he’s going to rush in when the time is up, and save me like some damsel in distress. He just doesn’t get it. He’s going to be history. I’m checking you out as an alternative. You ring the bell. My breath is short already, little half-breaths that don’t suck in enough air. I’m naked, as you instructed. I’m shaved, as you instructed. I’m silent, as you instructed. I open the door. You look me up and down, that half-leer, half-smile on your boyish face. The one you wore when you first met me. Like my boyfriend wasn’t good enough for me, even though he was your blood. You were right. That smile that he says women hate, because they think you’ll be an arrogant little shit. The smile women love, because they know you’ll be an arrogant little shit. You step inside and close the door. Your hand reaches out and touches my cheek. Such a soft, gentle touch. Such a cruel hoax. It grabs my throat, tightly. The air is half cut-off as you push me – by the throat – up against the wall. Our only contact is your hand, my sexy throat. And our eyes locked together. You keep choking me, looking at the mix of lust and pain in my eyes. A look you’ll get used to. You push me down slightly, so your head is over mine. Then you let a long, thick, white, creamy glob of spit roll from your mouth. It hangs just for a second, and falls onto my forehead. Your hand has me locked into position. All I can do is wait, choking, controlled, as it slides down my face. You lean in and lick it back into your mouth, denying me the kiss I crave. I’m sweating, but I don’t move. Nothing happens until you make it happen. I know that. You whisper. “Oh yeah…….you’re wasted on my little brother…….you’re too good to just fuck…..you’ve gotta get fucked UP….I’m gonna treat you real bad, baby……real bad…..just like you need.” You step back. Our eyes still meet, the invisible cord unbroken. Your other hand reaches round my throat, just a little tighter than before. Still the only point of contact. You start to pull me, and I go limp, my arms by my sides, my legs lifeless. Just a ragged fuck-doll. You pull me forwards, dragging me along the corridor by my throat. Still I look straight at you. Nothing will happen unless you make it. You stop at the sofa. Just a little smile at me. A “good slut so far” smile. You move in close and your hands release my throat. Your finger marks remain. You run your fingers though my hair, electrified to your touch. You grab a handful and yank my head back violently, pulling me back until I’m arched right over the back of the sofa, your hand still gripping my hair. You twist it, pulling it by the roots, making it hurt deliciously. I know this is the start of the hurt, but I’m ready. Your other hand slaps my tit, then twists it until my face screws up. Then your hands slide down my belly. My breath is getting shorter. I want you in my cunt. Some way. Any way. Just want you in there. Stretching me, opening me, hurting me. Four fingers slide inside me. Real easy. You smile again as I open my legs for you – the first voluntary thing I’ve done. “Yeah…open up you little whore….just like I knew you would…..knew you’d take it like this… knew your holes would be wide open……Lets see how far you can go.” You kiss me, a delicious rush that overpowers all other sensations. Your tongue, dancing with mine. I can feel you spitting inside my mouth as we kiss, then your teeth biting my lip as you pull away. I’m left open-mouthed, wanting more. Always more. You look into my eyes as your whole fist goes inside me. I can feel it coming. My cunt welcomes it, wants it. Your hand is too big, way too big for a little eighteen-year-old cunt to take. That’s why I love it. It’s too big. I have to stretch, to hurt, to offer myself, just to get it in. It goes in anyway. I bite my lip at the pain, but I move my hips on it to get it deeper. You twist your hand, rotate it around inside me, moving my cunt juice around until it coats your hand. An invisible, perfect membrane holding your fist up my cunt. I grab your wrist and try to push your fist deeper. “uh huh…that’s it baby….get my fist deeper…..get off on the hand-rape baby……’cause this is fucking nothing……this is playing with you…….this is getting a bitch like you started……once you start cumming, you’ll be begging me to do this all night…..fucking begging……take it…take it some more….” It’s true, and you’re right. I can feel the cum rising, burrowing through my whole body as you pull my cunt from the inside, turning your hand to and fro as my body rocks with every inch you move. I’m totally impaled, and totally fucking loving it. You lean forward and spit on my face. I leave it there, so you spit again. I just want it on my face, baby. Just want your humiliating spit all over me. Like you don’t know that already. Like you didn’t know it from the first. I’m screaming, screaming and begging for more. Screaming that I’ll do anything. That I’ll eat your shit, fucking anything, just keep fisting my cunt. Which is why you stop. In a second your fist is gone, and my cum, so goddammed close, just bubbles beneath the surface. Inches, seconds, from release. You fucking bastard. Wasn’t I good enough? Didn’t I deserve to cum? But I already knew the answer, didn’t I? If I wanted that cum, that monumental moment skewered on an orgasm, I’d have to work fucking harder than that, wouldn’t I? Oh yeah, I would…… You release my hair, and I topple back, until my head hits the sofa cushion. I’m on my back, or on my shoulders, with my fisted cunt up in the air. Waiting. But you’re gone. Fuck it, you’re gone. I can’t see you. I don’t move, so I only have a narrow field of vision. Are you just out of reach, laughing at this little teenage slut and her fisted little cunt? Or have you left totally? I wait. It must be minutes, but it seems longer. I try to count time but there’s nothing to get a handle on. No clues at all. I try counting it in my head but I can’t. All I can think about is getting you into me again. Any hole. Anyhow. Just fucking in me, raping me again. It’s all I can think about. Then you’re back, with something in your hand. Something black, and long. You’re gripping it at the base, and it glistens in your hand. “Knew I’d need this, darlin’. Just the one I wanted, too. Now…..you know why I didn’t let you cum, don’t you? Yeah……you’re smart, you know…..rules of the game, sweetie. You wanna cum, I gotta see some action I’ve never seen before. You’ve got to prove to me you’re the BEST rape-slut. You can start by taking this.” You begin sliding the thing across my asshole. My sphincter twitches. It always does. Anything across my asshole gets me going. I can’t help it. It gets nailed so often, it just opens up any chance it gets. The thing is ice-cold – literally. I can see ice on it. You must have put it in the freezer, some time before. The thing slides into my ass about two inches. I gasp, and begin trying to work it in deeper. The cold feels like burning against my ass ring. Burning and freezing at the same time. It makes me twitch deep in my bowels – the thought of getting fucked up with, effectively, a piece of ice. Upside down, I can’t get any fucking traction, and you won’t help. You just hold it there. I’m supposed to fucking do this for myself, I know that. Rape yourself, little girl, that’s what you’re telling me. And I want to. I soooo fucking want to. Not just for you. But because it’s the hottest way to get off. I try to grab the thing to force it in, but you slap my hand away. “Nooooo little whore….no fucking way.” You lean over and spit on me again. “There IS a way, but you gotta work it out. You want me to hurt you with this thing? You want to feel it scraping along your ass walls? Stretching you out? Freezing your shitty insides? Turn you into a little gaping bitch, huh? Want your shithole raped? Huh? Then fucking work it out, cunt.” You knew me. You fucking knew me. How did you know? How did you see my soul like that? I got it. I saw how I could get myself raped. I put my hands behind my head, onto the floor, and pushed up. You held steady, and the thing just ripped into my ass. My shitter caved in, and just LET that thing inside me. All the fucking way. Deeper, deeper. Until I felt your hand against my ass. Oh Christ, what the fuck WAS that thing? I could feel it massaging my ass as you turn it. Rippling against my ass walls, just like you’d said. Anaesthetised by the cold, fired by the friction, at the same fucking time. You’re evil, you’re sick, you’re as nasty and fucked up as me for even thinking of abusing me like this. Oh Jesus, it was setting fireworks off. You couldn’t stop this one. No fucking way. Even if you’d wrenched it out, I’d still have cum. A stupendous, head-to-toe, blood ripping, all-out, screaming cum. I fucking howled, the scream beginning deep in my chest and going until I ran out of air. Oh shit, what a fucking rush. And after that, the pride. Fuck you, man. You didn’t want this little whore to get off, but I did it anyway. I got that fucking thing up my ass myself. I made you rape me with it. Didn’t I? You grin, still holding the thing. Then you start moving it. Up and down, in and out of my rapidly stretching asshole. Oh God, it’s fucking unbelievable. I’ve melted the ice with the heat of my ass, and now I’m left with the size. It’s tearing my ass apart, it’s gonna fucking turn it inside out. Oh shit, oh I fucking love this. This is what I should live for. To get treated like this – mistreated like this – every fucking hour of every fucking day. Oh shit, I just wanna get raped like this all the time. I wanna be a stretched out little gape slut for you, baby. You’re going to do anything you want to my fuckholes, and that’s goooood. Just as long as you’re nasty, and MAKE me do it. “oh yeah….fucking take this shit, baby….fucking take it…..yeah…stretch that fucking ass open….oh yeah….your shit’s gonna fucking fall out for a week when I’ve finished with your crapper, baby…….yeah…take some more…..” You pull it out suddenly and I know I’m gaping. I know I’m fucking wide open for you, and you can see inside my shithole. I can feel the cool air rushing in, melting against my insides. My ravaged ass feels like it will never close. Then I feel your fingers digging into my butt, and I know what you’re gonna do. I speak for the first time. “Rape my ass with your fist, darling.” It’s such an intimate word I finish with. Not a fuck-word. Not a slam-me-against-the-wall word. Not a slut-word. But is that a look of love or lust I see in you? Because for all my desire to get hurt, to get raped by a guy who can do it right, I need it to be love. Your fist just fucking slides in there. Like my ass was made for your hand to be inside it. Like your hand was made for me. Like I was designed for fist-rape games like this. And I believe that I was. You do my ass even harder than you did my cunt. I can feel your wrist muscles up against my sphincter as you rotate your hand inside my shitter. It feels fucking painful, fucking sick, and fucking delicious, all melted into one. The only place we’re joined is inside my ass. You grab my hand and pull me up. Ooooohhhh fuuuuccckkk. Your hand’s still piledriving my ass, and the new sensation of sitting on it, instead of underneath it, just sends me into overdrive again. My cunt juice is dripping onto your hand. Now you’re fisting up into my ass, instead of down into it. Your hand feels even bigger, my ass feels even tighter, and the whole thing hurts even more. Thank God. Because I loooove the pain you’re driving into my shithole. I’m never going to forget this ass-rape of yours, baby. This is an all-time high. You pick up the black thing and shove it at my mouth. The first push gets it about four inches in, and I retch and gag on it. I taste the rubber, and the sweet, sweet taste of my own ass. I know you’re gonna feed me your fist when you’ve done wrecking my ass, and I know I’m gonna lick every inch clean for you. This thing gets forced down my throat second time around. I’m gagging, but still putting out my throat for you. My throat is so fucking sexy, especially when it’s choking. I’m struggling for breath but still it goes down deeper. When I feel your knuckle against my spit-covered face, I know I’ve done it. You keep pushing your hand up into my asshole, making my shitter scream for release – and for more. I’m cumming like a motherfucker for you, over and over, one melting into another in a sensation overload. I feel like I’ll never come down off this. This perfect fuck. You pull out of my ass, slowly, watching, as fascinated as me by my amazingly stretched ass. I can see it’s still gaping. Good. I want it like that. I want it stretched so it can take your fucking fist every day. All day. Or anything else you want to fucking ram up there, baby. Watching TV, driving the car, eating dinner. Just as long as you keep abusing me like this. ‘Cause this is what I’m born for. You hold up your hand like it’s a trophy. Which it is. That beautiful weapon that just abused my ass, turned me into a shit-gaping little slut. I lick it clean, savouring the juice, the sweat. All of it. Because it came out of my ass, and because you treated me like crap to get at it. You push me over the sofa, and I fall backwards onto the floor. Next to me is that black thing. I can see it now. A big, big, heavily ribbed black dildo. Without using my hands, I lick it clean from a crawling position. Mmmmmmm. Tastes like my shithole. Tastes fucking good. From this position, with her head on the floor and her gaped asshole up, this well-raped little teenager can see she’s got 100 minutes to go……. It’s a li’l bit new, so I really need feedback, girls & guys!!!! Am I on the right track, here? Let me know. I always reply to feedback! Yours For Two Hours Ch. 02 Big thanks to everyone who wrote after Part 1. Hope you like the second part - please let me know. Enjoy... Oh fuck. One hundred minutes left. I can't even conceive of what you'll do to me in one hundred minutes. Which is the rush, isn't it? Suddenly one hundred minutes seems a very, very long time. Suddenly my little eighteen-year-old body seems very tender, very fragile, very breakable. And you, you just seem even sicker and nastier than twenty minutes ago. You're constantly on the edge of something very bad. I can't fucking wait for the next abuse. Bring it on, baby. I've still got my perfect little ass in the air. I want to wiggle it, to invite you to slam your dick into me. I want to be sodomised as brutally as your dick can do it. But moving isn't part of the game. That thing that's got my whole body flushed with anticipation, that thing that's setting off little cums every minute or so, that's control. Your control of me, my control of myself. So moving is so, so wrong right now. I just kneel there, head on the floor with an ass-soaked dildo at my lips, my butt waiting for the next punishment. I feel you crouch over me. Just a subtle change in the light, and the sound of your soft breathing. Your breath is even-paced. That pisses me off. I want you breathless, agitated at just how slutty I can be for you. You're too calm. I want you excited, and I want you excited because I'm such a fucking whore. I'm angry with myself for not turning you on more. Which makes me achingly aware of how important that is. I feel you slide something into my ass. Two or three fingers, maybe. Although I'm still gaping from that awesome fist-rape, so it might be four. Then your hands are in my hair, grabbing a handful and yanking me to my feet. The blood rushes around a little too fast, and I get slightly dizzy. Then your arm reaches around my neck, and I feel the crook of your elbow against my throat. You're behind me, still with some fingers in my ass. Your arm slowly pushes against my throat, tighter, tighter. A little fear, a little cum, a little rush. All melted together, into this delicious feeling of being TAKEN. I make myself go limp, sensing that, each time you move me to a different room, you want a little fucked-out rag doll to play with. And it feels soooo good, being dragged around like a little fuck-toy. It makes your grip on my throat tighten, too. You drag me by the throat, and hoist me by the fingers in my ass, sending a delicious spark from my ass all the way up my spine. We're headed for the bathroom. When we get there, you just drop me, like a bag of heavy shopping. I lie there, crumpled, kneeling at your feet. You stand still, and the only sound in the house is me gasping for breath. The silence drags on. It's exquisite torture. I want you to slam me against the wall of the shower, and fuck my ass until I can't stop screaming. And I want you to take my face in both hands and give me the sweetest, most delicate kiss on my lips. I want both these things, and I can't work out why. I can't be an incurable romantic and a fucked-up little cunt at the same time, can I? Or is that what you'll teach me today? You order me to sit on a blanket box, which is in front of the toilet. I crawl up onto it, my head still down. You grab my hair and pull my face up towards yours. Before I can even register what your face looks like, you're spitting on me. Spitting on my face five, six, seven times. Just watching me take it. You like that. I can tell. You get off on that. I can feel your saliva sliding down my face towards my tits. It's not humiliation to me, baby. It's not gross. It just makes me feel like a sick little slut, and that's how I wanna feel. So go ahead. Spit on me all fucking day. Your hand reaches up, and starts sliding the spit around my face, making sure I'm coated in it. Then your fingers reach my mouth. I open my mouth instinctively, and you slide four fingers in. Then you push. Your fingers hit the back of my throat, and your knuckles hit my lips. Much as I'd fucking love to, I can't swallow your hand. I would if I could, darlin'. So the only way for me to go is backwards. You let go of my hair suddenly, and I just fall backwards with your fist in my mouth. Backwards, backwards, I've no fucking idea what my head will hit. But my head doesn't hit anything. My head just falls back until it's inside the toilet bowl. Aaaaah... you're nasty, but you're a fucking genius. So now you've got me where you want me again. I'm laying down with my head inside a toilet bowl. I can feel the blood rushing to my head. All I can see is white porcelain. All I can hear is the sound of my own breathing bouncing off the walls. I can't do a fucking thing except wait. And wait. Have you gone again? What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you abusing me some more? Did I do something wrong? Did I fuck up? I'm racing back through what you just did to me, trying to work out my mistake. Or maybe you've gone to get your brother, just to show him that his girlfriend's got her head down the toilet like an obedient little slut, and her legs open, hoping to get raped some more. Oh fuck, where are you? Then two sensations, brutal, simultaneous. Your hand back at my throat, and your cock slammed up my asshole. Your hand doesn't choke me, though I want it to. I want to feel your fingers just pinch a little at my neck muscles, but you won't. You won't give me the fucking satisfaction. It's just to hold me down. Just to hold me in that fuck-toy position you want. It makes my stomach muscles stretch, just puts my delicious little body into that perfect position. But oh... shit... your cock in my ass. At last. At fucking last. It's even better than your fist, or the freezing dildo. Not bigger, not making me gape more. Just better. It's buried deep in my asshole. Right where I fucking want it. And then you start to fuck. Hard. Deep. No thought for my pleasure. Which turns me on all the more. You're just ramming your dick into me because my asshole is available, so fucking available. Because you want to cum, and I happen to be around. Because my asshole was built to get fucked. That makes me feel like a nasty little piece of fuckmeat, just a dirty little whore who's designed to pleasure you, not herself. And that just sends waves and waves of little cums all over me. I can feel the heat from my own skin, feel my eyes sliding back in their sockets, as you just fucking rape, rape, rape my ass. I can feel your thighs slapping against mine as you take me. Your cock just slams into me each time. I can feel the tip smashing its way through my tight little ass, on its way to the very core of my body. Yeah, just fucking slam me, baby. All the fucking way, every stroke. It hurts, God it hurts, because I'm making my ass tighter on each out-stroke. Clamping down on your dick, creating the friction. Just to make it hurt the next time you plough into my shithole. I wish I was so tight you couldn't move in there. 'Cos then that would really hurt. You'd have to MAKE it fit, and wouldn't that just send me off the fucking scale? You're close, I can feel you're sooo close. I'm cumming on every stroke. The only thing I can feel is your dick inside my ass. Nothing else registers, nothing else matters. I think I'm screaming but I can't tell. The only sensation I can feel is your cock ramming up my butt, pounding it into total submission. But I can feel you're close. And then you're cumming. Shit, I can feel it bouncing off my juicy ass walls. Oh fuck, it feels so good. The humiliation, the pain I went through to get that cum out of your dick, it was soooo worth it. Nothing, nothing can feel better than that. Your cum just spraying the inside of my shit-hole, just coating it with that sweet white film. Oooohhhhh yyeeeaaahhhhh. Gotta love that ass-rape, baby. I'm still panting from the exertion. You're still locked inside me. Your dick still feels hard. Like you could go again, right now. That makes me feel good. That I turned you on so much you can't stop nailing my ass. I think I'm getting to you now. I think the tables might be turning. I think the power might be shifting. Maybe you can't wait to fuck me again. Maybe I should start to deny you something. See how you like it. What about that, baby? What would you do? Would you slap me, bite me, take me anyway? Or would you succumb, and turn into a pussy-whipped little wimp? What switch would I need to flick to make that happen, huh? Oh God, I was soooo wrong to think that was possible. Because suddenly I'm aware that I'm lying with my head in the toilet, and your hand on my throat. I'm an ass-gaped, fucked out little teen whore at your total disposal. Just waiting for your next sick idea. And needing it. I'm aware because you're leaning forward, telling me this. "Nice effort, little whore. Nice to see your ass can still give a tight little fuck, even after I raped it with my fist. And you're soooo totally anal, aren't you honey? You so want it in your ass, all the fucking time. It's hardly worth you having a cunt, is it baby? It's just the hole that's next to your ass, is all. Look at you, lying there with your head in the bowl, begging me to choke you and assfuck you again. Such a slut. And yet... so much to learn." You leave this last comment hanging. Just to let me consider it. Just to mind-fuck me some more. While you flush the toilet. Pinning my head in there, as the sound and the water rush past. My hair is soaking. And yet, the odd thing is, the only thing in my mind is how fucking hot I'll look when you pull me out. My ass gaping, my nipples on fire, my hair soaking wet. Oh yeah, I'll look fucking hot. I'm getting more confident that you can't keep your hands off me. More confident you'll want to screw the shit out of my ass every time you see me. The balance IS changing. It's changing inside of me. Your hand on my throat reaches around my neck, and yanks me out of the toilet. Immediately, your other hand grabs my throat, and we're moving again. Dragged out of the bathroom by the throat. This is such a fucking sexy way to travel! My eyes are locked on yours, as you back your way down the corridor towards the front door. I can feel your cum starting to ooze down the inside of my thighs. You tell me to open the door and suddenly we're outside. I can feel the warm air on my naked body. I want to look to see if anyone has noticed us - this nasty guy dragging a naked little slut by her throat across the driveway. But I don't look. I don't fucking care. Because I'm looking straight into your eyes. Looking for a window onto the inside. Looking for the answer to that question. Lust, or love? You step to one side and I get hurled into the back of a van. I land on a soiled, smelly mattress. The doors slam behind me and I'm in total darkness. The windows are blacked out and there's no view up front. We set off. Only you know where. You've planned this to the last detail. I think about that. Proud that you took the time. Turned on that you sat there, thinking meticulously about how to fuck up this nasty little cunt, this sick little slut who fucks your brother every night. Did you jack off your gorgeous cock when you did that? Did it get you hot, thinking about my body pinned underneath your brother, writhing and squirming on the end of his dick, eating his cum, spreading my ass for him? I fucking know it did. I know it every time you slide your hand into my ass, every time you choke me, every time you humiliate me. We've stopped. I can hear traffic. I don't know how far we've come, or where we are. I just want some more of your dick, your hand, anything you want to shove inside me, baby. I've had enough time to come down from my blistering orgasm when you sodomised me just now, and my ass wants some more. The doors fly open. You've got a vibe in your hand, that's the first thing I notice. I can see it in your hand, you're waving it like a weapon in front of you. It's about all I can make out clearly, because my eyes are used to darkness and the light is blinding. At your instruction, I'm doggy-style in about two seconds. My face against the cum-stained mattress, my ass in the air, expectant. There's no ceremony. You just slide that big vibe up my crapper in one go. Oh, God, it feels good. It's stretching my asshole out like your cock did a while ago. It's buried in my butt, buried good. Then you switch it on. Oooohhhh lover. That feels so fucking good. The vibrations slide up and down my spinal cord. I can feel sensations at the top of my neck, then running down deep into my bowels. It's like having your fingers up there, and you know I love that. I could just stay here for hours, letting that vibe turn my cute little ass inside out, letting my body enjoy those shockwaves for the longest time. But you've got other plans. As I step out of the van you grab my arm and twist it up my back. Your other hand goes into my hair and wrenches my head back. I open my mouth for more spit, but you just look at me, grin, then start shoving me forward. Oh, shit. We're parked at the end of a gravel road. Beyond it is a wire fence, and twenty feet from the fence, the freeway. I'm walking naked, towards a freeway, with a big vibrator up my ass. The traffic is slowing, backing up. Looks like an accident up ahead. Even you couldn't have planned that. But it means that everyone parked up on the freeway can see me getting abused. See my hot little body. See me being controlled like a nasty little cunt. See me getting off on seeing them. Ooohhh, baby, how did you fucking know? There's a telegraph pole just before the fence. You have me lean against this, gripping it with both hands, waving my ass to every fucker on the freeway. I can hear car horns tooting, the occasional shout above the roar of the traffic going the other way. I think the traffic this side has come to a complete halt now, but I can't be sure. I'm guessing how many people are watching me getting humiliated and used like this. My cunt is gushing, just fucking gushing. You put one hand on each butt cheek, and hold my ass open. My tight grip on the vibe eases a little. I get the idea. Yeah, I'll do it. I'll show them what an ass-raped little teenage fuck-toy looks like. I'll show them what your fist did to my ass, how you made it gape so fucking good. I'll give them the fucking porno show to end 'em all. I'll do it for you, baby. 'Cos you fucked me up real good. You showed this little bitch what being a nasty anal whore was all about. I start pushing, expelling the vibe from my ass, pushing it towards a freeway full of shocked, disgusted, fascinated, horny people. The vibe slides out real easy. I've got strong ass muscles. You know that. You felt them milking your cock earlier. And before that, squeezing the fucking life out of your fist while you used me. As the vibe falls out, you tug on my cheeks and I concentrate on gaping. I don't know how many drivers can see me - maybe a few hundred - but whoever's looking can see my slut ass gaping. I look like a sick little whore, and every guy's fantasy. I'm just fucking cumming non-stop. I can barely breathe. I'm sweating. I'm loving it. Your hands release my ass cheeks and I can feel the air sliding into my shithole before it closes up. You turn me around and I close my eyes. I daren't look at the freeway. I can hear shouts, whoops, and car horns blaring. I can picture them in my mind, dozens of guys out of their cars, pressed against the fence, leering, watching, screaming their obscene advice to you. Urging you to mistreat the little cunt some more. Share her around. Let everyone nail that ass. Stick something else up there. Make the little whore scream. Oooohhh, don't worry, guys. He's already done that to me. All that and more. I've got my back up against the pole now. I can feel the rough wood scraping against my smooth skin. My legs are spread. Like always. You pull my hands up above my head, and behind the pole. I can feel the wood scratching my shoulder blades. You put the vibe in my hands. It's still running. Holding the vibe in both hands, it's like I'm tied to the pole, but without any ropes. My body is stretched out and up, taut, totally exposed. The you start on my clit. Slapping it. Spanking it. Continuously. Hard. I'm cumming already from being abused in front of a freeway. I'm cumming thinking about how you hand-raped my ass. How you spat on me. How you fucked my shitter. How you moved me from room to room by dragging me by my throat. I'm cumming from what I let you do to me. From how much I wanted it. From how much I fucking loved it. Cum piles upon cum. Rolling into another one like ocean waves. Cum building on cum. Higher and higher, rush after rush, building up into one monumental fucking moment of absolute perfection. "Aaaaaaaaaaaggggghhhhh fffuuuuuuuccckkkkkkk yyyyeeaaaahhhhhh." I don't know how long I screamed, but I felt your hands helping me to fall to my knees. I gasp for breath, then I feel you stroking my hair. When I look up, you have that fucking fantastic cock in your hand. "Enjoy that cum, little girl?" There's a smile on your face. Not the arrogant-little-shit smile. A warm, giving smile. A smile with your eyes. Yeah. It was love, after all. For all the nasty, abusive, raping, cock-slamming, choking fucks you've given me, it was that all along, wasn't it? I sit up on my knees and, in front of five hundred people, I start sucking your cock. Slowly, gently, lovingly. No mouth-rape needed here. Later, maybe. Later I'll want you to throat-fuck me, because that gets me off big-style. Later, I'll want my face slapped while I choke on your meat. But not now. I sense your cum almost before you do. I feel your cock swell a little in my mouth. Feel the latent power building up in your whole body. Feel you prepare for the big one. And here it comes. My reward. My fuckslut reward. It was all worth it, baby. You and I both know that. We both know this was fucking meant to happen. Gimme the cum, baby. Give me a mouthful of love and reward. I'm aware of sirens, but I don't care. Your cum is in my mouth, and I'm swirling it around your cock with my tongue, letting you feel it against your dick. Slowly, very slowly, I slide my lips down your cock, then back up again. One last deep throat. I pull away and stare at your wonderful cock, then look into your eyes as I swallow. I see your eyes flicker to my throat, my fucking sexy throat, to watch me swallow your cum. I stand up, as the patrol cars slither to a halt on the gravel. Your hands frame my face, our eyes close, and I finally get that kiss. Soft... sweet... tender... delicious... perfect. The cops can do what they fucking want. I'll be waiting for you. My ass will be waiting for you. My lips will be waiting for you. Body and soul. Ready for another two hours, baby. Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget that feedback... Yours + Mine = Ours Kami and Shelly are good friends. Kami knows Shelly is bi-, and Shelly knows Kami isn't. They are close. They can talk about anything, and usually do. The general topic is sex and their husbands. Shelly is a petite 5'3, blue-eyed, blonde, with creamy white skin. Shelly's husband Jamie is interested in Kami. Whenever the friends get together, there is alcohol involved. Jamie is always hoping to get Kami loose enough that she'll let him fuck her. Kami's husband rarely came to the get-togethers, he was too tired after work, and left Kami on her own. Kami, 5 ft 5, auburn hair, emerald green eyes and creamy fair skin, has 38D breasts. Jamie is a breast man. And he loves watching Kami's! At every get-together he finds a way or a reason to touch them. At first it bothers Kami, then she just gets used to it. Never turned on by it, just accepts it. Even grows to expect it. Shelly's wish is for a 3-some with Kami and Jamie. Knowing Kami isn't interested, Shelly is willing to just sit back and watch Jamie and Kami. Kami isn't sure. She is attracted to Jamie. He is about her height, tanned from working in the sun. His hair, short on top, long in back, thick and brown with sun streaks, is perfect for sinking your fingers into. Beautiful, blue-grey, sexy, bedroom eyes. Big hands, thick fingers. And his cock! Mmmm, a nice, double-barrel shaped, 2-inch thick, 8-inch long staff of solid pleasure! (He'd shown it to her often enough that she knew exactly what it looked like.) One night, Jaime is out at a friend's. Shelly calls Kami to come over and visit, Jamie's gone, the kids are gone and she's bored. Kami goes over and just relaxes with Shelly. As they share a few drinks, the conversation once again turns to sex and their husbands. Shelly's complaining that Jamie is not enough for her and he only shoots once then goes to sleep. Kami laughs saying there are nights she wishes her husband was like that. He always wants it all...to eat her, get a blow job, and fuck her in at least 3 different positions...and he always cums twice. Shelly asks Kami if she can borrow Charlie. Kami says only if she gets to have Jamie. They both laugh. The phone rings. It's Jamie checking on Shelly. She tells him she's visiting with Kami. He says he'll be at his friends' for awhile, Shelly says no prob, she and Kami are having fun. They soon hang up. Kami and Shelly continue their talk. In 10 minutes Jamie's pulling into the driveway. Both women are in shock when Jamie walks through the door, as his friends live at least 30 minutes away! And he didn't even say he was coming home! Kami's already buzzed, feeling good. Jamie comes in, kisses his wife, smiles and says hi to Kami. Kami smiles back and says hi. Jamie asks the ladies what they're up to. Shelly says they're bitching about men. "Oh Really!" replies Jamie. "And why is that?" He grabs a beer from the fridge. Kami watches as he opens it and sees his eyes on her chest as he tosses the cap. His smile widens as he listens to Shelly say why she and Kami were bitching. Shelly then tells Jamie that she and Kami are swapping men. She wants Charlie, Kami wants Jamie. Jamie asks if that's true, does she want him. Kami blushes and takes a drink. Shelly says, "Tell him Kami." Kami says,"Yeah, I wanna be fucked the way you fuck. I want one, long session of great sex and sleep after." Shelly laughs as Jamie glares at her. Kami tells Jamie how Charlie is in bed and Shelly is practically moaning as she thinks about how she'd love to be fucked like that. Jamie looks at Shelly and Kami and shakes his head. They leave the kitchen and go sit in the living room. They watch a dance movie on laser disc. Kami gets up, goes behind the couch and dances. She's so relaxed, the music feels so good. Jamie just watches. Shelly stays put. She doesn't dance. She tells Jamie to dance with Kamie. The two dance, close. Jamie touches Kami every chance he gets. Kami's getting aroused, surprising herself. Jamie sees her nipples harden beneath her clothes. After the movie, Shelly says she wants to show Kami her newest purchases in her "arsenal" of toys. How she keeps herself happy when Jamie can't. Jamie glares at her again. Kami blushes. They all head to Shelly and Jamie's room. Sitting on the foot of the bed, Kami waits. There by the bed Shelly has a huge duffle bag of vibes and dildos. She's got cock rings, ticklers, warming lotion, lube. Kami's in shock, by the amount of toys and by their size! They're huge! Shelly's fav is a little pocket rocket that's purple. Her second fav is a huge "rabbit." Jamie's fav is a purple jellee cockring with a vibe that hit's Shelly's clit as he fucks her. Shelly hands it to Kami so she can see how stretchy it is. As Kami holds it in her hands, Jamie pulls down his pants and shows Kami his cock. Kami's in shock. She tries to laugh it off, but is drawn to look at him. He tells her to put it on him so he can show her how it works. She sneaks a look at Shelly to see her reaction. Shelly's all smiles, itching to see them get it on. Jamie puts a hand on Kami's shoulder, near her neck, she shivers. Kami slides down off the bed and gets on her knees in front of Jamie. She slowly puts the ring on his cock. Pulling the skin tight, she holds his cock in one hand as she licks the head. Jamie whispers a groan, "Oh yeah!" Kami smiles, kisses the head, licks up and down the shaft. Sucks his balls. On her last trip up she slips him into her mouth, taking in almost all of him. Jamie is groaning, "Oooh yeah, suck my cock Kami, suck it good." Kami puts her other hand on Jamie's balls and begins massaging. She tastes Jamie drip onto her tongue. She swallows, squeezing his cock, making him moan again. Turning on the vibe, Kami continues sucking off Jamie, feeling herself get wet in the process. Shelly asks if she should leave them alone. Kami says Shelly can stay, but not touch her. Both Shelly and Jamie agree. Kami continues sucking on Jamie. He's so hot, so hard. He want's Kami's pussy SO bad! Kami stops sucking him long enough to stand up and move away from him. Giving them a great view, Kami strips for them, slowly, seductively. Jamie watches her, Shelly's watching them both. Kami and Jamie have eyes only for each other. Jamie strips off his clothes. Shelly sits in a chair by the bed, nude, with her fav toys, watching the show. Kami gets on the bed with Jamie. As she lay down, Jaime starts kissing her, deep, searching kisses. Kami wraps her arms around him, her fingers in his hair. She's breathless. Jamie moves to her nipples, sucking, nipping, biting. Kami gasps, moans. Jamie slides his hand down and slips 2 fingers into Kami's already soaked hot box. He moans, "Mmm, you are wet!" "That's.. your.. fault!" moans Kami. "You cum too easy," says Jamie. "Is that..mmm, good or bad?" pants Kami as Jamie pumps his fingers into her. "Mmm, good, real good." Jamie says. Soon she feels his tongue, hot, thick, and wet, licking her clit. Moaning she begs for more, "Yeah, oh god Jamie, Please! Lick me, suck me!" Panting, breathless, moaning. Grinding her hips into Jamie's face, Kami feels the tension mounting between her legs. Jamie's SO good! His tongue licks her clit, his mouth sucks it, then his tongue dips into her pussy, deep and fast. Kami squirms. Jamie climbs onto her. Laying on her, he slips his cock into her. Nice and slow, smooth. Suddenly he slams into her hard! She moans loudly, "Oh god, yeah! Do it again, please!" She's begging. Jamie keeps pumping it slow, then slams into her again. Kami moans again. Jamie sits up on his knees, pulls Kami closer and bangs into her as she lay there, moaning, writhing in pleasure. He leans back on one arm, his other hand on her belly, holding her as he pounds into her. A few minutes later, he leans forward, putting her knees up on his shoulders. He leans onto his hands and fucks her hard, fast, deep, slamming into her, slapping his balls on her ass with each stroke. Her clit getting hit by the vibrating cockring each time. Soon Kami's moaning louder, "Yeah, Jamie, please," pleading with him, begging him, "Fuck me, Jamie, fuck me hard, please!" Jamie smiles and slams into her, driving his cock deeper and deeper. He feels the head hitting her cervix. He knows if he hits it just right he can slide into it. Shelly's watching them, fucking herself with her rabbit, slow when Jamie moves slow, fast and hard as he slams into Kami. Her eyes are on them. She's got a perfect view of his cock in Kami's pussy. Jamie slows and pulls out. Kami moans, "No, don't stop!" "I'm not, I wanna eat you again!" he tells her. Squirming as Jamie's tongue dives into her pussy, Kami moans, "Oh god! Yeah, yeah! Please, 69 me Jamie, I gotta suck that dick!" "Yeah Kami, you want my cock?" Removing the cockring, he slides his cock into her mouth. Her head on the edge of the bed, she takes it all in. "Yeah Kami, suck it, uuuhh, suck my cock, oohhhyeah!" Kami loves it, the taste of her on his dick the taste of his precum. Oh god! It's SO good. She sucks him, squeezing hard, softly grazing her teeth on him... Jamie moans, "Uunnhh, mmmmm" He starts licking her clit, tonguing her pussy, making her moan on his cock, vibrating him. He licks her clit again and slips his fingers in her box. Shelly's moans match Kami's. Shelly's got the rabbit buried deep in her box, the ears vibrating her clit. Her eyes are closed, she has a hand on a breast, playing with a nipple. She's getting close. As she opens her eyes, she tells Jamie to fuck Kami again, on her knees. As Jamie gets up, Kami rolls over, her ass facing Shelly. Jamie gets behind her. Sliding into her, Jamie slaps Kami's ass. Kami jumps, moaning. Jamie does it again. Kami gets louder. Jamie starts pumping into her. Slow, all the way in, all the way out, even popping the head out and then sticking it back in. Kami's writhing in pleasure. Jamie slides in and, grabbing onto Kami's hips, starts slamming into her, fast, deep, strokes, his balls slapping her clit. Kami's moaning, "Oh god, Jamie, yeah, fuck me hard, make me cum, uuuuhhhh, yeah, oh god!" Jamie feels Kami's pussy pulsing as she cums. "Yeah Kami, cum on my cock, soak it with your pussy juice." After Kami cums, Jamie gets off of her and eats her again, sucking out the juice from her pussy, finger fucks her pussy again, and spanks her ass as Shelly watches. Shelly's eyes roll back as she cums on her rabbit. Kami and Shelly are moaning in unison as Jamie keeps spanking Kami's ass and finger banging her pussy. Kami watches Shelly cum onto her toy. Jamie gets back on Kami and starts pounding away. He's no where near cumming. He's enjoying fucking Kami's pussy, so wet, so tight, so hot. Minutes later he has her cumming again. "Oh god, Jamie, yeah, oh yeah, fuck me hard, I'm cumming again, hhoh, mmmmmm, hhhooo, aaahhh, yeah, yeah!" Jamie loves it, her pussy is soaking his cock making it slip in and out SO easily. He hasn't had to use lube once yet. He continues fucking her til her orgasm washes away. Pulling out he feeds her his cock. She eagerly takes it, sucking it, licking it. Loving the taste. Shelly watches. She sucks her rabbit as she uses her pocket rocket on her clit. Kami tells Jamie to fuck her pussy hard and fast again. He gets behind her again. Kami's moaning, close to cumming again. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me baby!" "Ooh, yeaah, cum on my cock, cum Kami, fuck my cock!" Jamie's hard, moaning. As Kami cums she cries out, "Jaime! Yeah, fuck my pussy oohhh, gon-na, cu-um, yeah, NOW! Hhhooohhh, aawwhh, yeeah, yeah!" Kami cries out loud, nearly yelling her orgasm. Jamie feels her pussy squeezing him, feel his cock getting harder. He knows he'll be cumming in a few minutes. As Kami finishes her orgasm, what she says next shocks them all. "Feed your cock to Shelly, let her taste my pussy juice!" Jamie asks Kami if she's sure. Seeing her nod yes, Jamie walks over to Shelly and feeds her his Kami-soaked cock. Shelly practically pounces on it, licking it, sucking it, slurping up every drop of Kami's juice. Jamie's moaning, the thought, the reality that he's fucking Kami and feeding his Kami-juice-covered cock to Shelly is almost too much for him to take. He's getting close. Shelly feels it. She stops sucking him and tells him, "Fuck Kami, fuck her hard and fill her with your cum!" Kami's on her knees but Jamie rolls her over. He remembers hitting her cervix earlier. He plans on planting his seed Deep into her! Putting Kami on the edge of the bed, Jamie stands against it, Kami's knees over his shoulders Jamie starts pounding into her. Soon he feels that cervix again. Grabbing onto her, Jamie slams deeper into Kami. Suddenly he feels his cockhead slip into Kami's cervix. She screams as she feels it. Jamie dives deeper, harder. Moaning, "OH, Hhooh, Kami, fuck me, soak my cock, OOH, YEAH, AAWWHH, Uunghh! Y-E-A-H!!!" His cock deep in her womb, Jamie unloads his cock into Kami. Moaning, almost crying, Kami cums with Jamie. "Hha-awwhh, OH GOD, oaahhh, JAMIE! Yeah, fuck me, I'm cumming too, hhmmmmmmmm!" Their cum mingled deep in Kami's womb, ensuring what would happen 9 months later. Pulling out of Kami made her scream again. Jamie loved it. Laying next to her he started kissing her, touching her nipples. He couldn't get enough of her. Shelly watched them, smiling. She knows exactly what Jamie did, she knows he planted his seed deep in Kami's womb. Kami's lying there, satiated, floating in a sexual paradise. Totally loving the good fucking she just got. Wrapped in bed with Jamie, cuddled in his arms as he places soft kisses upon her face and head, Kami drifts upward. She and Jamie fall asleep with each other. Chapter 2 Shelly goes and watches tv for awhile. Soon the phone rings. It's Charlie. Shelly tells him Kami fell asleep, that she got a bit buzzed. Shelly tells Charlie she'll wake Kami in a couple of hours if he doesn't mind her sleeping it off there. Charlie doesn't sound happy. Shelly asks if he needs anything. "No, I just wondered when my wife was coming home." He grumbles. "Aww, are you lonely Charlie? I'll come keep you company." Shelly offers. "Uummm, no that's ok Shelly, thanks anyway." Charlie stammers. He knows Shelly has wanted him. Kami has always told him about their talks. Kami mentioned Jamie's interest in her, and how she was attracted to him too. Charlie wondered...No, Kami wouldn't, would she? "Um, Shelly, is Jamie home?" Charlie asks, hoping for a negative answer. Shelly says, "Yeah, he came home awhile ago. Why, did you need him for something?" "Shelly, your husband isn't with my wife is he?" "Charlie, why would you ask something like that?" Shelly stalls. "Kami told me about your talks, how she and Jamie want each other... and you want me." Charlie gulps. Shelly says, "So you know I want you. How does that make you feel? Do you want me too?" Charlie feels his almost 8 inch dick getting hard. "Umm, Shelly, this isn't a good idea." "No, it's not. (a pause) Charlie, I have a better idea. I'll be right there." Charlie's easily 6 feet tall, black hair, brown eyes and brown skinned. Knowing they'll be alone, he panicks. The kids are gone for the weekend, so they won't be interrupting. Before Charlie can protest, the phone has gone dead and he hears Shelly on the porch. He hangs up the phone and goes to the door. Opening the door, Charlie's dick all but stands at attention seeing Shelly on the porch wearing nothing but a thong and a bra under a long coat. As Charlie closes the door, Shelly drops the coat and reaching up, wraps her arms around him as she plants a deep french kiss on him. Shocked Charlie doesn't respond at first. As the kiss deepens, Charlie responds, giving as good as he gets. Shelly's out of breath. Charlie pushes her onto the couch, gets on his knees in front of her, pushes her thong to the side and starts licking and sucking on her clit. "Oh yeah, oh Charlie, yeah." Shelly's moaning. She's overly sensitive from playing with herself earlier, so she's closer to cumming faster than ever. As he licks Shelly's clit, Charlie slips 2 fingers into her box and probes, twisting them, bending them, feeling her all around. "OH god! Charlie, what are you doing! Oh yeah! YEAH!" She's moaning so loudly. Charlie begins pumping her box, slow and easy. Shelly's getting wetter and wetter. Soon he feels her pussy contracting and hears her cry out! "CHAR-LIE! OH GOD, I'm cumming! Ooohhhh, uuuhhhh, yeah!" Charlie keeps pumping her til she's begging him to stop. He gets up, strips, and comes back to Shelly. Pulling down the cups of her bra, Charlie attacks Shelly's nipples, licking, sucking, nipping. Shelly's writhing in pleasure. She places her hand on Charlie's dick. Though not as wide as Jamie's, it's about the same length. She starts rubbing it up and down, making him moan. Charlie leans away and guides Shelly's head down to suck his dick. She does, licking the head, sucking it into her. She licks his balls, his shaft, then sucks his dick more. Needing release, Charlie lifts Shelly up and says, "Get on your knees on the couch, by the arm." Shelly does. Charlie gets behind her, fingers her pussy, then dips his cock into it. Moaning Shelly wriggles against Charlie. He can see the hole of Shelly's ass watching him, like an eye. Licking his thumb, Charlie guides his hand over Shelly's ass, his thumb in her crack. He knew she'd never done anal before, but he was gonna try it anyway. Shelly moaned at the intense sensation of Charlie's thumb on her ass. She wriggled against it. Charlie took that as an invitation. Slipping his thumb into her ass slowly, he fucked her pussy with his dick. Shelly gasped, moaned, "Oh god, Charlie, no, oh!" "Relax, just don't tense up shelly, Kami loves this! She loves when I fuck her up the ass!" Listening to Charlie talk about fucking Kami up the ass, Shelly gets wet, she's cumming again, with Charlie's dick in her box and his thumb up her ass. "Yeah, fuck me Shelly, I told you you'd love it." As he continued to fuck her pussy, he started to move his thumb and fuck Shelly's ass too. She started getting into it. "Oohh, yeah, wow! I never thought it could feel good! More, fuck me more!" Charlie always loved to hear a woman beg for more, and that's exactly what he gave her. Slipping a finger in with his thumb, he felt Shelly tense. "I told you to relax Shelly. It only hurts when you tense up." He practically whispered. Charlie moved slowly in her ass, still fucking her pussy with his dick. As she relaxed, he started pumping his finger and thumb faster. He pulled them out and slid in 2 fingers. Shelly moaned for more. On a whim, Charlie took his fingers out and placing his hands in just the right spots, slipped both thumbs into Shelly's ass, slowly spreading it. Shelly was growing accustomed to the pain, the stretch and the burn. She was starting to enjoy it. She never thought she'd even think about anal,and here she was moaning as her ass was plugged with 2 thick thumbs. Charlie started stretching her hole, slowly, so she wouldn't notice at first. As it got wider, he slowed his fucking motions in her pussy. He was close, but wanted to shoot up her ass. Shelly begged for more. Charlie slammed into her a few times, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, making her ass wider and wider. "OH GOD! Charlie, I'm gonna cum! Oh god!" Shelly was practically screaming. As Shelly came, Charlie slid out of her pussy and into her ass. She screamed as he fucked her for 5 or 6 strokes and shot a huge load of cum into her virgin ass! "I'm gonna cum Shelly! Uunngh! YEAH!, Yeah! Oh, yeah!" He convulsed, his dick pulsing, shooting, dripping cum into Shelly. "Oh god Charlie take it out, please! It hurts!" Yours + Mine = Ours Slowly Charlie eased out of Shelly's ass. He smacked it once for good measure as he pulled away. As Shelly jumped, she squeezed her ass shut! As they sat on the couch, catching their breath, Shelly spoke first. "WOW! Kami gets this all the time and complains? I'd love to get fucked like this daily! Well, maybe not the ass part." Shelly grimaced at the thought. "She complains? I know she's not always interested. She's usually tired after chasing the kids all day. But I didn't think she didn't like it." Jumping to fix Charlie's assumption, Shelly says, "She loves having sex with you Charlie, she's just slowing down in how often she wants it. Me, I'd like it every day, Jamie once a week and he's happy. You want it every day, and Kami only once a week. We're all still interested in our spouses, just our timing is off." Shelly continues, " She wants you when the kids are napping. By the time you get home, she's tired and cranky. And you're usually too tired to help with the kids much before you pass out after work. Jamie's like Kami. Sex can wait. I'm like you, I can't get enough! Understand?" While Charlie understands, he doesn't like it. Shelly goes on tentatively, "We could help each other there." Charlie looks at her questioningly. "We could have a little afternoon delight, maybe meet somewhere once or twice a week? That way the kids don't see us. I know Jamie will agree as long as he gets to have Kami now and then." Remembering his wife is asleep at Shelly's, Charlie says, "Oh god! Was Kami with Jamie earlier? Don't lie to me Shelly!" "Would her being with Jamie be any different than you being with me?" Shelly asks bluntly. Charlie opens his mouth, then shuts it, realising Shelly's right. He can't say anything to Kami about Jamie because he was just with Shelly! "What've I done?!" "Charlie, we all know what we want, and we all know how to fix it. Just relax and go with it. I promise not to touch Kami, if I get to have you. And Jamie wants Kami, not you, so we're all even. We still live at home, still stay with our spouse, just get a little on the side to scratch that itch now and then. Got it?" Shelly gets up to leave. As she adjusts her clothes, puts on her coat, she tells Charlie, "You think about it. I'll go wake Kami and send her home. OK?" She leans in and kisses him. He grabs her..."Don't, ... wake her just yet. I need a little time to think." "Charlie, don't take this out on Kami. You could have said no. You aren't drunk, Kami is." Charlie looks at Shelly, "So she had to be drunk to say yes?" He asks sarcastically. "No," replies Shelly, "She didn't have to be drunk. It just happened that way." Shelly tells him what happened. Charlie's angry at first, then realises he was and is sober, why didn't he say no? Shelly makes to leave. "Wait," says Charlie. "I'll go with you." Chapter 3 Walking into the room, seeing Kami and Jamie in bed sleeping is almost more than Charlie can take. But he forces himself to wake her, touching her arm. As she stirs, Kami sees Charlie and jumps gasping. "Oh god Charlie! I'm so sorry!" "Sshhh, it's ok, I know." On his knees on the side of the bed, Charlie comforts her. "Shelly and I talked, and probably did what you and Jamie did, too." He waits for her reaction. Kami looks at Shelly. Shelly nods. Kami looks at Charlie, "You're really ok with this?" Shocked, she looks him in the eye. Charlie says yes. He kisses Kami deeply. Tasting her musk on her lips, he knows Jamie kissed her after eating her. Charlie's immediately hard. Kami's wet, she can taste and smell Shelly on Charlie. She has to suck him! Has to taste him. Charlie makes her wait as he goes to the restroom to clean up. While he's gone, Jamie stirs and feels Kami's body. She faces him and they start kissing. As they are kissing, Charlie comes out of the restroom. Seeing them, he gets harder. Jamie spies Charlie and panicks! He tries to move away from Kami, she won't let him. "Jamie, Charlie knows, and he's ok with it." Kami assures Jamie and kisses him again.While kissing him, she feels Charlie behind her, putting her on her knees, fingering her pussy. She moans into her kiss with Jamie. Jamie moves, get's up and sits leaning against the headboard to give Kami his cock to suck while Charlie fucks her doggie style. Shelly comes over and sits where Jamie can lick and suck her breasts while she uses a toy on her self. The motion of Charlie fucking Kami as she sucks Jamie has the three of them moaning and getting close to orgasm in no time. Shelly watches, plays with herself, getting closer as Jamie manhandles her nipples. Soon all 4 are moaning, the ladies in the throes of wave upon wave of orgasm, and there's a cacophony of moans, groans, grunts, cries. Kami sucks off Jamie, cumming on Charlie. Her fantasy come true, a cock to suck and one to fuck! As her pussy convulses around Charlie's cock, he convulses behind her. Shelly's cumming on her toy, moaning loudly. Moving away to sit in a circle on the bed, as they all come down from that high, it's very quiet in the room. Kami speaks softly, "Shelly, did Charlie get you good?" Shelly looks up, smiles, "Yeah, he got me real good! Fucker got my ass!" She laughs. Jamie is in shock! "You fucked her ass?! Man I've been trying to get that for years, how'd you get it?" Charlie just shrugs, grins and says, "She begged for it!" They're all laughing. "Jamie, would you be up to fucking my pussy again," asks Kami "Oh yeah! Why?" "Charlie? My turn?" Kami grins, mischievously. Charlie, who thought he was done for a week, feels himself getting harder. Kami wants a 2 on 1! Her first! "Ready when you are baby!" He tells her eagerly. Climbing onto Jamie's cock, Kami slides her swollen pussy down, gasping at the size. He feels so much bigger with her puss swollen. As she slides up and down, she moans, Jamie's cock hitting ALL the right spots. Jamie's playing with her nipples, a sure way to get her hot, wet and ready. She's soon wet. She slides off of Jamie so Charlie can fuck her wet pussy and get his dick wet. As she slides back onto Jamie, they both moan! Once on Jamie, all the way down, Kami leans forward. Jamie strokes Kami's back, relaxing her, as Charlie gets behind her and slides his dick slowly into Kami's ass. She cringes at first, then relaxes. Charlie fills her ass, and wiats. Now he starts pumping into Kami. Slow, steady, deep strokes. "OH YEAH! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!" Kami's eyes nearly roll back into her head. Jamie is laying there, stroking Kami, feeling her being pumped in the ass, making her pump his cock. "Yeah, fuck her ass, man, make her cum on my cock!" He groans. Charlie is feeling it, the tight little ass squeezing him, tighter because the pussy's so full! He starts pumping her, faster, then slow, then fast and hard. "Yeah, oh yeah, your ass is so tight, Kami! I'm gonna cum soon! I'm gonna fuck you hard and shoot cum deep in your ass baby!" He grunts and groans as he gets closer. For Kami, the feeling of two good sized cocks filling her holes is too much! She's moaning, crying, screaming out, "Yeah, fuck my ass baby! Oh god, Jamie, I'm gonna cum on your cock! Oh god! Fuck me, FUCK - ME!" Jamie kisses her, drowning her moans. Shelly's enjoying the show as she stands behind and watches the two cocks fill Kami's holes. Jamie groans, as he cums in Kami, who's still cumming on Jamie and Charlie. Charlie lets out a loud "RRAAGGHH!" as he explodes cum into Kami's ass! He's pulsing, Kami's cumming, squeezing both cocks, Jamie's groaning. As the orgasm subsides, Charlie gets off of Kami. As Kami goes to get off of Jamie, he pulls her in for another kiss. As Charlie moves off the bed, Shelly grabs him and kisses him. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her in return. "Thanks for coming over earlier," he tells her when he breaks the kiss. "Anytime." She tells him with a smile. "So do I get to have both of you buried in me too?" Jamie and Kami are still kissing, arms entwined, his cock still buried in her pussy. Kami slowly emerges and says, "Yeah, it's Shelly's turn guys." Getting off of Jamie, Kami moves to the other side of the bed. As Charlie goes and cleans off, Shelly joins Jamie. They begin kissing, caressing. Charlie comes out of the restroom. Shelly lay on her back as both men kissed her nipples, touched her, felt her. They took turns licking her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She's moaning, "Yeah, eat me, lick me, suck me! I'm so close! Please! Make me cum!" While Charlie licks her clit, Jamie fingers her ass. Shelly moans, "Oh god, now, NOW!" She starts writhing as the orgasm wracks her body. Jamie gets on the bed and has Shelly climb on top of him, she moans as his huge cock enters her pussy. Charlie gets behind Shelly and slowly enters her ass. "Oh Yeah! Fuck my ass Charlie! Pump me onto Jamie's cock!" Shelly's moaning, getting louder with each stroke. Charlie's groaning, "Yeah, fuck his cock Shelly! Fuck him while I fuck your ass!" Shelly's moaning, yelling with each wave that hits her, squirming between the men. "Oh yeah, oh god, fuck me, fuck me! Harder Charlie!" Charlie feels his orgasm building, feels his cock growing harder. "Yeah, I'm getting close! I'm gonna cum in your ass Shelly!" Hearing this, Jamie gets harder. Feeling his wife's ass filled as he fills her pussy turns him on! He's getting closer, growing harder. "Yeah, cum Shelly, cum on my cock! Fuck his cock with your ass!" He's groaning. Soon a familiar cacophony of moans, groans and yells fills the room. The smell of raw sex is everywhere as the three orgasm together. They climb off of each other as they come down from their orgasmic high. Shelly goes to sit on Charlie's lap, wraps her arms around him and they kiss. Jamie and Kami cuddle together, kissing, caressing. "Promise we can do this again?!" Jamie says aloud as he breaks his kiss with Kami. They both turn to Charlie, who's got Shelly on his lap, his hand on her breast. "Well, Yeah, we can do it again, but how? Don't we need ground rules or something? How do we keep from getting carried away? This is all too new, too wierd." Charlie says. Kami understands full well. She could fall for Jamie all too easily. She loves having him in her, filling her. She needs rules. "I say we meet once a month, here at Jamie and Shelly's place." Kami suggests. "It's not too often, it's in a comfort zone, we're close to home for both of us in case something comes up with the kids. What do you say?" Jaime shook his head, "Only once a month!? I say at least twice a month! I need more than once a month of Kami!" he said as he kissed her again. Melting into his kiss, moaning, Kami knew this was dangerous ground. Shelly spoke again. "I think Kami and Charlie are right. Once a month for now, and IF we ALL agree, twice a month. But no more than that. And we only meet together, no clandestine meetings! Got it Jamie!" She glared at him as she said it. Kami made to move away, Jamie held her. "See you in a month." Kami slowly slid off Jamie's cock, moaning. She got up, got dressed and waited for Charlie to finish kissing Shelly before he too dressed and they went home. Chapter 4 At home, they showered. Kami felt so alive! Yet SO tired! She'd never been so fucked in all her life! Charlie held her in bed. "So are you glad we did it?" He asks her. "Mmm, yeah. Thank you Charlie! I love you so much! But even more now because you trust me. I love you Charlie!" "Mmm, I love you too Kami!" he pauses "I also loved getting Shelly's ass! hahaha" Kami laughed. "Yeah you are an ass man!" "Yeah, I could use more!" he growled. "NO WAY! No sex for a week...unless the swelling goes down sooner! I'm SO sore Baby!" Charlie knew she was. He slammed into her pretty hard. And he knew Jamie liked it rough too, so Charlie could just imagine how well used Kami's pussy was. Even though they said once a month, that first week, they were all sneaking to fuck each other daily. Kami and Jamie would meet somewhere. Then Shelly and Charlie. They always knew about it, but they had to be cautious with the kids home. Every night Kami and Charlie were at each other for hours! So were Shelly and Jamie. No one gave a thought to Kami and Jamie fucking bareback. Jamie shot deep into her womb, they came together, and he fucked her several times, pushing his seed deeper still. So when a baby arrived 9 months to the day after Jamie first fucked Kami, well, it changed the dynamics of their relationship. Kami and Jamie still met weekly. They weren't anymore cautious than they had been. She still rode Jamie bareback. She had to feel him shoot his seed deep into her womb everythime. Having sex with him made her desire it more with Charlie, it made her feel more sexy. Shelly and Charlie also met once a week, scratching that itch that seemed to have hit them all. Shelly was really getting into anal, and Charlie was excellent at it. Shelly and Kami took turns being double plugged by Charlie and Jamie. They both loved it! Kami just loved the way Jamie filled her. She loved to suck him after he's been in her, loved the taste of his cum. She also loved Charlie for allowing her the best of both worlds. Charlie daily, Jamie weekly. Kami was always filled with cum. As was Shelly. She got her weekly anal thrill when she and Charlie got together. Kami still wasn't interested in women, so that part of the men's fantasy wasn't fulfilled. But she would lie next to Shelly, her head next to Shelly's ass, as the two men had their way with the women. Fucking them, feeling them, pinching their hardened nipples, and feeding their pussy-juice-covered cocks to them. Neither woman was up to allowing Jamie into her ass...he was just too big! But they loved the feel of him in their pussies as Charlie pumped into their asses. This lustful four-some goes on for years, until Shelly and Jamie move. The four are still friends, talking on the phone constantly. Maybe one day, again? Yours... On My Knees I am kneeling before you. Eyes downcast, waiting. A shadow passes across my face and for a moment I forget myself and glance up to see what cast it... and my eyes meet your cock, standing ready, so close... a tiny gasp catches in my throat, and then I remember and lower my gaze. Then your fingers, so gentle, are playing across my features, tracing my brow, my cheekbone, my jaw, sliding underneath to my throat. I am trembling. Still gentle and yet demanding now, your hand closes slightly, grasping, tilting my face upward. Permission to meet your eyes has not been given and so I carefully keep my lashes lowered, peeking through at what still stands ready before me, pulse quickening, mouth and tongue heating, lips wanting, dying to part but held firmly shut by my last scrap of will. A rumbling chuckle from you. I know you must be amused. You move your hand again, this time sliding up my cheek and into my hair. Your touch is so soft... until you make a fist, clenching where hair meets scalp, the stinging shock bringing tears to my eyes. With this leverage you tilt my face upward even further, and I understand your unspoken bidding and meet your gaze... gentle, playful, and yet I cannot miss the steel beneath. The command, quiet and soft, holds the same: "Open." ...And I do. There is a shift in the balance between us. A mere inch, perhaps two, and the tip of your cock brushes between my lips. Faster than thought, my tongue reaches for you, but then your grip tightens on my hair and you say, "Now, now." With those two words, I know what you want: you want me ready, willing, eager beyond the limits of my own patience. You intend to find out just where those limits are. I am burning with humiliation. You shift your hips and I feel your cock brushing back and forth, first against my lower lip and then against my upper. Lower. Upper. Again. Keeping your fist in my hair, you place the thumb of your other hand on my chin and gently pry my mouth open even wider. Your gaze is stern and I understand that I am to hold this position, no matter my desires. Then, pressure. Unhurriedly, you sink your cock in, inch by maddening inch. It is torture to wait, feeling your skin slipping past my lips, tasting the salt and musk that is the taste of you. Deeper, probing my soft palate, momentarily stopping my air flow... then moving past, giving me breath. Your soft pubic hairs tickle my nose, but I barely have time to register that before your cock is pressing against the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes. I am utterly mortified, fighting my gag reflex and not even allowed to give you the pleasure I am dying to give. I try to cry out, "Please! Please..." but all I can manage is a small choking sound. I feel your touch on my forehead, beckoning my eyes to yours. I meet your gaze, and you smile. "Now." Given my own lead, I can't help but engage in a few ravenous strokes, taking you down my throat with such fury that you grunt and sway a little on your feet. After some moments I realize that I'm taking you swiftly to the end... Not yet ready to finish, I reign in, let you stand at the brink for just a moment, and then slowly, slowly bring you back down. I feel your fist gripping my hair... you are a touch frustrated but too awash in pleasure to really mind. Good. Slowly. Pressing with my tongue and lips, withdrawing till it's just the head in my mouth, rubbing the ridge of your cock head back and forth first against the roof of my mouth and then against my upper lip, in... out. Stroking the underside with my tongue, memorizing every line, every rise and fall. Gripping the thick base of your shaft with one hand, pressing with my thumb on the very place where cock meets balls... withdrawing my embrace... one pace at a time until you're completely out of my mouth, and then placing one sweet, nearly chaste kiss just on the tip. I sit back a little, look up and meet your gaze, all innocence. A look passes between us and I know that my control over this is only seconds from being wrenched out of my hands... but then you're in my mouth again, deeper, all the way into my throat... and stop. Holding you there, I swallow against you. Again. Withdraw for breath, dragging my tongue against the pulse I feel building in you, and then back into my throat... swallow. When again I come up for breath your hands on my head seek to restrain me, keep that cock deep inside, but I need air. And so the struggle begins, you moaning and occasionally uttering challenges to my virtue, thrusting against me and yanking on my hair when I let you out too far, and me pushing, first with you and then against you, gripping sometimes your hips and sometimes your balls, urgently trying to stay on top of the rising tide. And now... tears are streaming down my face because this has become more choking than breathing... I'm a mess, my panties are soaked through with wanting you and my whole body trembles. I'm barely able now to keep up with the rhythm we've achieved. Somehow I manage to meet your eyes, and you know that it's coming to your turn again. You slide a hand under my chin, around my throat... and I surrender control to you once more...... It is time. Stroke by stroke I feel the intensity building within you. For my own part, I have become a helpless vessel, struggling to keep my mouth in some sort of useful, controllable shape, but it is hopeless. You are using me, slamming in and out of me with no regard for my comfort or your own. The best I can possibly do is to suck in every scrap of air I can find, fight my gag reflex down and let my involuntary drool and humiliated tears flow freely. I am absolutely on fire with my need of you. This moment is bliss. Suddenly, every part of you tightens. Your grip on my throat, the flesh of your balls, even the angle of your rigid cock is suddenly contracting, coiling like a spring. Your strokes have become wild and arrhythmic, plunging deeper still into my throat and completely cutting off my air. Growling, digging your choking fingers into my willing throat, you force my head back; force me to meet your eyes. "You. Fucking. Whore." You say it with such adoration. And then, seed. It erupts from you with such force that I'm hard-pressed to swallow it all; indeed, some of it spills past my lips and down my chin. Salty, bitter, and incredibly sweet. Even as I'm finishing it, I find myself smiling. You may have come, but your cock doesn't seem to know that; it is still hard as iron. Our eyes meet once again, and there is a challenge between us. Do we go on as we have? Can we? Then you push me off of you, roughly; you are still in control and I had better know it. Smiling your wicked little smile, you take my hand, help me to my feet. Gently wipe your seed from my face. Eyes holding mine, fingers playing in my impossibly mussed hair, you are the very picture of the tender and compassionate mate. I begin to wonder whether I imagined that look of mischief just moments ago... but then it returns, that wicked smile. Your hand slides around to the back of my neck and before I know it I am bent over, my sodden panties exposed and that which lies beneath deliciously vulnerable. I am aware of nothing so much as the slight motion of air against my hyper-sensitive skin, until I hear your voice in my ear, bringing me almost to my own rapture with just two words: "Your turn." Yours to Have Lindsay Jones sat at her desk and sighed when she realized she wasn't even halfway through the task of reviewing the huge box of files. She looked at her watch and noticed it was half past five on a Friday night, the week before Christmas. A cold and rainy Friday night, no less. She remembered she still had another huge box of manila files to review. "Ugh. Ugh." she thought to herself, "I guess I'll have to stay late again tonight." The box was chock full of manila folders that contained personnel files on past employees. Lindsay pulled out another manila file folder and began searching for information the company's attorney had requested. For the most part it was tedious work but every so often the name of the employee accused of sexual misconduct would pop up. She would have to stop and photocopy the information for the attorney, making the task that much longer. "God almighty, I hope Grant realizes how much work this is. I guess it's a good thing there aren't too many names I'm looking for. It's not like the company needs to settle another sexual harassment lawsuit." she mumbled to herself. As she picked up the next folder, a handwritten note fell out. She picked up the scrap of paper and recognized her own familiar scrawl. She was surprised as it had been written over two and a half years ago. "Wow! This case has been dragging on a lot longer than I realized. I guess that means I've been working with Grant for quite some time now." she thought to herself. Lindsay was employed at a company that was embroiled in a bitter sexual harassment lawsuit. A former secretary to the company Vice President had filed suit against the company, alleging sexual harassment. The VP, of course, denied ever having made sexual advances toward his much younger and absolutely stunning secretary. The secretary, on the other hand, accused the VP of grabbing her ass and fondling her breasts every chance he could. The VP was known for making crude sexual jokes but never crossed the line with Lindsay. "Who knows what the truth is. I'm glad I don't have to figure it out. That's what the law firm gets paid to do." was her motto. Lindsay met Grant Mayer, the company's attorney, when she began working as the executive assistant to the company CEO. She never counted on conducting legal research when she signed on for the job, but figured it was expected of a high level executive assistant. Grant was a principal attorney with a major civil litigation law firm located in the downtown business district a few miles from her office. The company CEO hired the firm because they were the best in the city. "Nothing but the best for my company!" her boss would always shout. The law firm assigned Grant as the principal attorney to handle the case. It didn't take her long to find out that he was very happily married to a gorgeous blond and had three young children. It made her feel guilty when she took his clothes off. In her fantasies that is. At first, all Lindsay had to do was respond to his infrequent calls and simple requests for information. This pattern had changed during the last few months. The case was getting close to trial date and his requests became more frequent and urgent in nature. She would often have to travel to his office to deliver files and other information. It took up a lot of her time but she didn't mind too horribly. She found him absolutely gorgeous and lusted after him every time she ran into him, which had been quite often lately. Lindsay was 34 years old and figured Grant was the same age. She stood at 5'11" without heels. He was a bit shorter at 5'9'' but it didn't matter much to her. "You can't tell the difference when you're lying down." she thought. Grant had light brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He always smelled delicious and dressed impeccably in beautifully tailored suits that obviously cost him a fortune. On occasion, she enjoyed the sight of him sitting at his desk at the end of the day, in his wrinkled shirt, sleeves rolled up, and jacket thrown across the brown leather sofa in his office. He was of average build and had a bit of a tummy, which she found quite charming. She thought to herself, "It's a good thing he doesn't have a perfect washboard stomach, seeing as how I will always be a bit fluffy myself." He was everything she wanted and dreamed about in a man. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she couldn't stop thinking about him. What she usually thought about involved being naked and resulted in a lot of sweating. It was actually a good thing for Lindsay to have a little bit of extra weight as it endowed her with big beautiful size 38DD breasts and a gorgeous round ass. She had brown eyes, legs that went on forever, and a perpetual golden tan that set off the golden highlights in her long curly auburn hair. On most days, she wore her hair up in a French twist. She figured it looked more professional that way. Co-workers always complemented her on her appearance and loved to tease her about her extensive shoe collection. She looked up at her computer screen when she heard the familiar phrase "You've got mail". It was an email from Grant. She wondered why he would be sending her an email so late on a Friday night. She shook her head and muttered, "I wonder what he wants now." She opened the email, which read: Lindsay, I'm hoping I've caught you in the office and you haven't gone home for the night. Would it be possible for you to deliver the following personnel files to my office tonight? I'm really in a bind as I need review the files before tomorrow's deposition. I'll owe you big time. Grant She read the long list of names and thought to herself, "Shit, shit. It's going to take me at least half an hour to get them all together." She thought about closing the email, going home for the night and pretending like she never received it. She was sorely tempted to do it but knew she couldn't leave him in a bind. "Oh well. At least I'll get to see him tonight. God the man is gorgeous." she thought to herself. She responded, indicating she would deliver the requested files within the hour. As an afterthought, she wrote: You owe me big time! It's Friday night and I had important things to do. I'm going to collect soon and I hope you realize it's going to cost you. BIG TIME! Thanks, Lindsay She hit the "send" button before she could change her mind. She thought his emails had become a lot less formal lately. He seemed to be loosening up and had even recently sent her a funny Christmas card. In it he wrote, "To the most thoughtful and helpful person I know, who also loves to yank my chain every once in awhile." She would often tease Grant about the amount of work she had to do at his request and had even joked he should add her to the law firm's payroll. A short while later Lindsay was done gathering the files. She gathered her things, shut down the office for the night and picked up the box of files. As she approached the front door of her office, she realized it was raining heavily. "Damn. The streets are going to be flooded." she thought to herself. Dan, the security guard stationed at the front desk of her office building, opened the door for her and said, "Goodnight Miss Jones. Drive safely. It looks like it's going to be a bad one out there." She thanked him and quickly walked out to her car. As she drove out of the parking lot, a tremendous clap of lightning and a huge rumbling of thunder struck, signifying a huge storm was approaching. She couldn't wait to get to Grant's office. She not only wanted to see him, but also wanted to get off the road as the storm was getting worse by the minute. She could barely see the road in front of her even though her windshield wipers were furiously swinging back and forth. The windows in her car were also quickly fogging up and the rain was coming down in sheets. The thunder and lighting was getting worse. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the parking structure adjacent to Grant's office building. It was absolutely storming outside. The sky would often light up with brilliant lighting bolts and it seemed as if the thunder wasn't going to stop any time soon. She was glad she was inside the dry parking structure. She entered the lobby of the office building. Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she approached the front desk. John, the security guard on duty for the night, looked up and waved when he realized it was Lindsay approaching. John got up and took the box of files from her. He said, "Miss Jones, why are you here on such a horrible night? The weather is wicked out there. Are you here to see Mr. Mayer?" She responded with a nod and said, "Yes, I'm here to see him again. On a Friday night! Can you believe it?" John laughed as he called for the elevator to take her up to Grant's office. The elevator doors opened up and she got in. He handed her the box of files and said, "Sorry Miss Jones but I can't go up with you tonight. You're on your own. I have to get back to my station as I'm the only one around tonight, besides Mr. Mayer, of course. That man never seems to leave. See you when you come down, if I'm not on my break that is." She thanked him and wished him a Merry Christmas as the elevator doors closed. She rode the elevator lost in her thoughts. Her heart started racing. That always seemed to happen when she met with Grant. Lindsay found Grant kind, smart and gorgeous, even though he was a bit serious and uptight. "God I'd love to sleep with him. It would be something to make him lose control. Boy oh boy would I make him lose control if I ever got my hands on him!" she thought to herself. She looked up at her reflection in the shiny elevator doors. Her hair was pulled up in a classic French twist. She thought she looked great in a long sleeve, black and white, knee length wrap dress she picked up in London last summer. She was wearing white thigh high pantyhose held up by a white garter belt that matched her lacy push up bra and thong underwear. She wore black high heels and a long black trench coat completed her ensemble. She knew she looked good. She wished she had the courage to come on to Grant. She often fantasized about throwing herself on his lap and kissing him hard on the mouth. She immediately felt foolish as she realized how ridiculous it was to continue to fantasize about him. She thought to herself, "For God's sake what am I thinking!? It's not like the company attorney assigned to handle a sexual harassment lawsuit would ever risk getting himself into any kind of mess with me. And if that wasn't enough, he's a happily married man. What the fuck am I thinking!?" Lindsay exhaled deeply and tried to gather her thoughts. The elevator stopped and the doors opened up, bringing her out of her daydream and back to reality. She exited the elevator and walked through the glass doors that separated the office reception area. She entered an elegantly decorated reception area. She admired the muted tones and beautiful décor as she turned and walked towards the hallway to the right of the reception area. She thought the office was elegant, tasteful and expensive, just like Grant. She walked past a large conference room with a huge wall of glass windows. His office was at the end of the hallway. She walked up to a door with a simple sign that read "Grant Mayer". She stood outside the door for a moment trying to regain her composure. She knocked on the door and felt her stomach fill with butterflies. He shouted, "Come in!" and Lindsay entered the office. He looked up and smiled as she walked through the door. She could see the corner of his eyes crinkle up, as if he was getting ready to tell a joke. As usual he was sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up. He had huge piles of paperwork scattered everywhere on top of his desk. He rose and said, "I can't thank you enough. You're a life saver. I'm so glad I caught you in your office before you went home for the night." He took the box of files from her and walked towards his desk to set the box down. "Well, as I said in my email you owe me big time buddy." Lindsay replied. Grant chuckled and said, "If I didn't know any better I would say you're yanking my chain again!" He continued, "Is it bad out there? It seems as if the thunder and lighting are getting worse." She sat down on the sofa near his desk. She replied, "Well, I barely made it to your office. The streets are starting to flood. I don't know if it's such a good idea to drive out in this weather. I think I should hurry and leave before it gets any worse." His reply was drowned out by a huge lighting bolt that filled the office in a bright light. The rumble that followed was tremendous and the noise was so loud she feared it would break the office windows. The lights in the office flickered and a few seconds later the room plunged into total darkness. "I was trying to tell you to stay for a bit and give the weather time to clear up before you drove back out tonight. Now you don't have a choice. You'll never be able to get your car out of our parking structure. The damn exit gate locks down when we lose power." Grant said. "I guess sticking around is a good idea, isn't it?" Lindsay replied. He said, "Why don't you sit on the sofa while I get you a cup of coffee? It's still hot. I made it just before you arrived. I was just about to fix a cup for myself before you walked in." She thanked him and accepted the offer. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness and she could see him fumbling about preparing her a cup of coffee. "So, tell me about your important plans for tonight. I really am sorry I kept you from whatever it was you were planning on doing. I wouldn't have asked you to stop by if it wasn't truly important. I'll make it up to you I promise." he assured her. She sat nervously on the sofa and tried to think of a good response. She thought to herself, "Fuck, Fuck. What do I say now? If I tell him I was joking he's going to think I'm a loser with nowhere to go on a Friday night. If I come up with a good excuse it will just make him feel worse." She felt as if her heart was going to leap out of her throat. She couldn't believe she was sitting in Grant's office, on his gorgeous chocolate brown, oh so soft leather sofa, in the dark. "OH MY GOD! I'm sitting here in the dark, in his office!" she thought to herself. He finished preparing the coffee and began walking toward Lindsay. He was holding a cup of coffee in each hand. He looked at her pensively as she hadn't answered his question. Grant nervously cleared his throat and said, "Well don't worry. You don't have to tell me what your plans were, if you don't want to. I'm sure the weather will clear up in no time at all and you'll be able to get to whatever it was you had planned. At least you're dry and safe for the time being." As he bent down to hand her the cup of coffee, he stumbled and one of the coffee mugs slipped from his grasp. Luckily it didn't land directly in Lindsay's lap, but ended up on the sofa cushion next to her. She felt her thigh warm up as the hot coffee soaked through her coat and dress. Trying to avoid getting completely wet, she quickly stood up without realizing Grant was standing directly over her. The top of her head hit him squarely on the nose. His head snapped back, he grabbed his nose, grunted and was knocked out flat onto the floor. In horror, Lindsay screamed out, "OH SHIT!" as she unsuccessfully reached out to stop him from falling. She also ended up on the floor, landing directly on top of him. She noticed he wasn't moving and saw a small trickle of blood running out of the side of his nose. She quickly got off him and knelt down looking closely at his face and began shaking him gently. Her voice wavered as she said, "Wake up Grant.....Wake up...... Uuummm........ WAKE UP!" He continued lying limp and motionless on the floor. She mumbled outloud, "Holy Crap! Oh my God...... Oh shit! I killed him. I killed the company attorney. My boss is going to fire me....... What the fuck am I thinking? Fire me?? I'm going to end up in prison for killing an attorney. I'm going to get extra time for that, aren't I? Fuck, fuck, what am I going to do?" Lindsay panicked and felt as if she was going to start crying and throw up all at the same time. She got up and walked towards Grant's desk to grab a box of tissues that was placed next to a huge pile of paperwork. She grabbed the box and returned to his side. She knelt down and began wiping the blood running down the side of his cheek. She called out again and again. She pleaded, her voice shaking, getting worse, "PLEASE wake up. I'm sorry. Did I break your nose?" She continued out loud, "Oh my God, I'm fucked. His children are going to grow up orphans. His wife is going to kill me. I'm going to jail. Fuck, fuck, fuck. PLEASE WAKE UP. I knew this was a mistake. I knew was tempting fate by coming here. But NNNOOO I had to run right on down here. I just had to see you. God what was I thinking? I should've ignored your email." Even in a panic, Lindsay couldn't resist, she couldn't help but stare at Grant. She thought he was beautiful. She wanted to reach out and caress his cheek, to wipe his brow, and kiss his oh so soft neck. She slowly lowered her head to place a kiss directly on the nape of his neck. She loved that part of his body the best. She loved his neck, his chest, shoulders, arms and hands. Well she loved all of him actually! It was then that she noticed the slow but steady beat of his heart. She knew he wasn't dead but was only passed out cold. She reached out and began softly stroking his hair away from his forehead. She continued wiping the blood from his face and whispered softly, "God you're beautiful. I wish I could kiss you. I'd give anything to have you for just one night." She sighed and spoke, "You wouldn't be able to keep your serious composure with me. I would make you moan in pleasure and lose control. Why do you have to be married? Why do you have to be so damn delicious?" She knew if she continued much longer she was going to be tempted to kiss him. She quickly stood up and walked towards his desk to dial 911. She reached for the phone and began dialing. She hesitated as she was about to dial the last number and looked back at Grant one last time to make sure he hadn't opened his eyes. Her heart almost stopped when she heard a deep voice say, "Lindsay put the phone down. I'm not dead. I didn't even pass out. Believe me I got close and saw stars, but I didn't pass out. There's no need to worry. My children aren't going to grow up orphans. Anyways, have you forgotten they would have had their mother?" He slowly stirred and reached out to rub his nose. He continued and said, "I promise you won't be fired. I wouldn't let that happen to you. Will you please help me up?" She sucked in her breath and said, "Uuummm, so you heard everything huh?...... Fuck, fuck, I'm in a lot of trouble aren't I?" Grant repeated, "Will you please help me up?" She quickly rushed back to his side and gently helped him up. He stood up and swayed a bit as he grabbed his head. His voice sounded weak as he said, "God my head hurts and my nose is still bleeding. Help me sit down on the sofa will you?" She helped him back to the sofa but remained standing. He said, "Sit down Lindsay. Every time I look up the room starts to swirl. You're making me dizzy." She sat down at the farthest edge of the sofa, as far away from Grant as she could. She furiously tried to figure out an excuse for her behavior. She blushed scarlet red as she thought of everything that had come out of her mouth when she thought he was passed out cold. She groaned when she remembered what she had done. Yours to Have Lindsay stammered, "Uuummm, you're not upset with me, are you? I promise I didn't mean any of it. I promise I'm not a home wrecker. I swear I'm not. I was only joking." He continued to hold his head in both arms and sat in silence. She began to panic and said, "Say something, will you? I said I was sorry. I promise I was joking." He finally looked up and said "Well you didn't mean any of it, huh? It sure seemed as if you were enjoying what you were doing and saying to me. I never knew you had such a potty mouth Miss Jones." She turned beet red and muttered, "Fuck, fuck. Someone please kill me now." He raised his eyebrows and continued looking intently at her. She blushed once again when she realized he probably thought she was crazy. He spoke, "Do you realize what you've done? Do you realize the predicament you've gotten me into?" Lindsay began shaking and was certain she was going to throw up at any moment. She hated hearing the disappointment in his voice. She stammered, "I swear I won't ever do anything like that again. I didn't know you were awake or I wouldn't have said anything. Please don't be upset. I never would have had the courage to do anything if I had known you were awake." His gaze never wavered as continued looking at her. He placed his hand over hers when she began stammering her apologies once again. Grant said, "Stop. Be quiet......... You don't realize what you've done to me. Do you think you're the only one with those thoughts and feelings? Do you think you're the only one who has fantasies?" Her heart began racing. She continued to look down at her hands in her lap. She didn't have the courage to look up at him. He said, "Lindsay, look at me please." He took her chin in his hand and raised her face to meet his. He continued, "I've been fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you for many months now. I thought it was obvious because of my constant calls and requests. I felt guilty calling you and having you deliver even the most minor of things to my office. I would do anything to get you here to my office." He began stroking her face. He whispered huskily, "I was certain you knew I was attracted to you. Every time you walked through the door I would have to control myself and not grab you and kiss you. It's also becoming very difficult to hide the physical realities of my attraction to you. Do you know how hard it is for a man to hide a raging erection? Do you know how badly I want to fuck you? I think if you laid a hand on me now I would immediately cum." She looked up at him, wide eyed. She stammered, "What?! What did you just say? I think I need a drink. I think I'm the one who hit my head instead of you." She continued, "Do you know how ridiculous it is for me to hear those words coming out of your mouth? I've spent so much time fantasizing about you in oh so many ways. I was certain you didn't say inappropriate things. I was damn sure you never fantasized about me. I can't believe you use words like fuck or cum." Lindsay stood up and began pacing. She said, "Can you believe I actually thought you penciled in sex appointments in your Day Timer. You keep such a detailed calendar I figured you must include sex appointments in it too. Heck, I figured you would put it down on a Thursday night between 9:15 and 9:25 p.m. As soon as 9:25 p.m. rolled around you would stop and get off your wife and politely thank her for keeping the appointment." He laughed and said "Are you kidding me? Is that all you think I can do? 10 minutes? My God, am I that bad? Do I really come off that uptight?" She shook her head and smiled. She replied, "Well you do seem a bit uptight and serious some of the time....well truth be told its most of the time." Without warning Grant began kissing her hard on the mouth. He continued to kiss her, and began pushing her further down onto the sofa. His lips never came off of her mouth as he roughly began to tear at her coat. She began moaning softly. He continued pulling at her clothing, breathing heavily, his hands becoming more urgent and insistent. He moaned, "Oh God, you smell so sweet. I want to fuck you so hard it hurts." She tried to push him away but found she couldn't, more like wouldn't, even if her life depended on it. She whispered shakily, "Are you sure you want to do this?" He never answered her question but with a final tug at her dress he pulled it from her body. She was left in nothing but her white garter belt, stockings, lacy bra and panties. He stopped kissing her and leaned back on the sofa. He murmured, "Get up so I can enjoy you. I want to see all of you." She trembled and suddenly became self conscious of her semi-nakedness. She didn't move. Grant repeated his request more forcefully and said, "I told you to get up Lindsay. I want you to take off what's left. Do it while you stand in front of me. I want you to do it NOW. I want to see you get completely naked." She finally stood up trembling. She was afraid her knees would give out and stood quietly looking at the floor. He groaned and said "God you look fucking good enough to eat. Why don't you look at me?" She finally gathered the courage to look up and noticed he was rubbing his cock through his clothes. She was entranced as she watched his hand rubbing up and down on the huge bulge beneath his pants. He noticed her staring and said, "Do you like watching me rub my cock? Do you? Wouldn't you rather do it for me? Come here, I want to play with you." He motioned with his hands for Lindsay to join him on the sofa. Grant unzipped his pants and he let out a deep, guttural groan as his hand traveled underneath his pants and found his dick. He enjoyed feeling the silkiness of his skin and tugged at it, pulling it up and down. He could feel the veins bulging and his balls were beginning to tighten up. He rubbed it harder and harder, opening his legs wider to allow himself complete access to his throbbing member. Lindsay noticed him licking his lips, and enjoyed the sounds of his low deep grunts. She could feel a deep pulsing, throbbing, aching feeling develop between her legs. The muscles of her pussy contracted and released, again and again in anticipation of having his cock enter her. She thought there was nothing in life that felt as good as when her cunt was filled by a lover's cock. It was an absolute exquisite feeling. She so enjoyed feeling her pelvic muscles contracting, tightening, gripping and squeezing her lovers cock as they entered her. Grant opened his eyes and looked directly at her. His breath quickened. He enjoyed having her look at him as he rubbed his cock. He whispered hoarsely, "Take your clothes off now. Take them off and get on your knees." He shouted loudly, "DO IT NOW!" Stunned, she quickly removed her underwear and bra. He sucked in his breath when he saw her gorgeous 38 DD breasts. Her breasts were full and heavy, with deep rose colored areolas surrounding her taught nipples. He was desperate to suck on her breasts. He could imagine what they tasted like, and groaned at the thought of suckling her creamy white soft breasts. He moaned and said, "Oh..oh....my, my aren't you so pretty. Get on your fucking knees now and come here. I want to suck on your big beautiful tits." She fell to her knees and began crawling towards him. His gaze traveled from her breasts down to her stomach and stopped when it reached her pussy. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as she was bare. He could see her pussy lips were wet and glistening. He enjoyed her being bare and loved looking at her plump pussy lips, her hard little clit, and her soft mound. He whispered, "So you shave your pussy? That's even better. I like your bare pussy. I'll have nothing in the way when I finally get you in front of me with your legs spread out. Do you like being bare?" She blushed and lowered her gaze. He enjoyed making her uneasy. She was always so proper when she spoke to him at work. He found her intelligence and her looks a stunning combination. He knew what to do to make her lose her demeanor. He said, "Tell me my dirty little slut, is it easier to play with your pussy when you don't have anything in the way? Or perhaps you like having your pussy look like a little girl's?" Grant chuckled softly when he saw the horrified look on her face. He continued, "Oh....so that's it, isn't it. You're trying to be a dirty little girl, aren't you? Do you want to be my dirty little girl? Look at me and tell me you want to be my dirty little girl." Lindsay never felt hotter in her entire life than at that moment. She enjoyed hearing him call her a dirty little girl more than she cared to admit. She moaned and said, "I want to be yours. I'll do whatever you want." He said, "That's not what I asked you. I asked if you wanted to be my dirty little girl." She began to rub her pussy, using two fingers to rub between her wet pussy lips. She arched her back and began rubbing her breast with her other hand. She slowly circled her hard nipple with one finger. She brought the finger to her lips and began to suck it slowly, slipping it in and out of her mouth. She brought her hand back down to her nipple and squeezed it. She said, "I want to be your dirty little girl. I've always wanted to be your dirty little girl. Oh God I'm so wet, so so wet. Ohh...ohhh...I want to have you inside me." He whispered softly, "Don't worry my love. I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret. But I do think you need to be punished for being so dirty. We'll do that a little later, okay? I'm going to enjoy punishing you, my dirty little girl." He moaned and continued in a low hoarse voice, "I can imagine it's easier to find your hard little clit when you're bare, isn't it? Tell me, my little slut, did you rub your pussy when you thought of me? Tell me more about your fantasies. Better yet, why don't you show me what you did to me in your fantasies." She stopped rubbing her clit and brought her wet fingers from her pussy up to her mouth. She noticed he was staring intently at her. His eyes widened, his lips parted, and he licked his lips as if he was going to be the one to suck her fingers. She said, "Do you want to taste me? I'm very sweet, my love. You'll never have anything sweeter." She licked her fingers and put two of them into her mouth. She licked and sucked her fingers. She heard him moan and saw his hand move even faster up and down, rubbing his cock, which was still beneath his pants. She knelt between his legs. Lindsay whispered softly, "I can't believe I'm here. I can't believe you're mine to have. If this is a dream I hope I never wake up." Grant couldn't stand it any longer and quickly sat up, his hands coming up to grab her hair. He pulled at her hair and felt the clip that had been holding it in place fall free. Her auburn curls cascaded around her shoulders. Her hair was long and it skimmed the edge of her gorgeous round ass. He grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her face towards his cock. He paused and brought his nose to her hair and inhaled deeply and buried himself in her glorious hair. He groaned and kissed her, licking her neck, sucking her earlobe. He continued roughly pulling at her hair as he brought her face closer and closer to his cock. He whispered, "Do you want to suck my cock? Was that one of your fantasies? I know I definitely dreamt about you sucking my cock....... I want to see my entire cock in your mouth, all of it, up to my balls. I want to see you gag and tears form in your eyes as I put it deep down your throat." She shivered as he roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her head down to his dick. Grant used one hand to pull at his clothes and release his cock, continuing to use the other to grab onto her hair. She could smell his musky scent. She saw his hard cock throbbing, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. He was circumcised and she could see the tiny slit at the tip of the knob filled with a clear pre-cum liquid. Lindsay opened her mouth wide to take him in deeply. He roughly shoved her down onto his cock. He moaned and thrust himself deeply into her mouth, down her throat. She gagged as his cock filled her mouth. Her eyes burned and tears formed as she felt him thrusting deeper into her mouth. He began rocking, lifting his ass off the sofa, roughly forcing his cock in and out, deeper and deeper. He pushed her down onto the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt and got up to fully undress. She couldn't believe she was finally going to have him, even if it was only for one night. It was what she had dreamt about for so long. She stared as he stood naked in front of her. She sat up and reached out to stroke his chest, rubbing her fingers in circles around his nipples. She began kissing his chest, sucking at his nipples, her hands moving across his chest, following the soft patch of hair that traveled down towards his cock. She murmured, "Do you want me to rub you and make you cum? Or do you want to keep shoving your big cock down my throat?" He didn't respond but began moaning, his knees shaking as she grabbed his cock and began rubbing it, tugging his skin down farther away from the tip of his cock. Her fingers began rubbing small circles on the tip of his cock. She played with his balls with one hand while the other continued stroking his purple knob. She reached around with both hands and grabbed his ass, bringing him forward, latching onto his cock. She felt herself gagging and pushed herself even further onto this cock. He groaned and it seemed as if his knees would give out. He whispered, "Oh God....ooohhh... stop. Please stop. You're going to make me cum." He pulled himself out of her mouth and shoved her roughly down onto the leather sofa. He spread her legs out and knelt in front of her. He said, "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want to feel my cock in your cunt? ....... Perhaps you want me to lick and suck your pussy first?" He drew soft circles with his fingertips on her body. He stroked her thighs and legs, constantly rubbing her smooth white soft skin. He softly stroked her body, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, but he never got close her wet pussy. She moaned and lifted her ass off the sofa, trying to get his hand closer to her pussy. He bent down to whisper in her ear, quietly telling her, "Do you want me to fill your tight pussy with my cock? Are you my little slut? Do you want me to shove my fingers in your pussy?.... Perhaps I should spank you, my dirty little slut." She groaned and brought her hand to her dripping pussy. She began rubbing up and down, quickly finding her clit. She used her other hand to grab his hard, throbbing cock, tugging and pulling his skin up and down the length of his cock. She moaned and shook her head and said, "Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard. Oh God I'm yours to have anytime you want, wherever you want, in any manner you want." Lindsay felt as if her heart was located between her legs instead of in her chest. Every beat of her heart was magnified in the pulsing and throbbing heat she felt between her legs. She desperately wanted her pussy to be filled with his cock. He slowly entered her. She felt herself tingle and relished in the moment he finally entered her. His cock was the only thing she felt, the only thing that could stop the pulsing and fill the void she felt deep between her legs. He groaned and slowly began pumping in and out of her. She could feel his balls softly slapping against her ass, making her even wetter. Grant kissed her and said "Do you like that? Do you like my cock in your pussy?" She couldn't believe he was asking her if she liked his cock in her pussy. She pulled him closer and buried herself in the nape his neck, sucking at his smooth skin, licking his earlobe. She could smell the spicy aftershave she had enjoyed for so many months. She moaned and whispered, "Don't stop...ooohhh... don't stop. Oh God, you feel so good. Don't stop. I want to feel you explode inside me. I want to feel you cum inside me." It took everything he had to stop himself from cumming. He could feel his balls get tight and he felt a tingle deep within his cock. He felt the tingle move out of his balls into the shaft of his cock. He knew he had to stop now or he wouldn't be able to control his body and would cum. There was so much more he wanted to do to her. He quickly pulled himself out of her tight, hot pussy and murmured, "Not yet, my little dirty slut. Not yet. I'm not ready yet. I'm going to show you what I've longed to do to you. I'm going to show you what I fantasized about." Grant quickly turned Lindsay over onto her stomach and began caressing her ass. He loved the way her ass looked in just a garter belt and the creamy white silky thigh high pantyhose. He slowly lowered his entire body onto hers. The front of his chest rested on her back. She felt his hard cock resting against her ass and the pressure of his entire weight on top of her made her lose her breath. She felt completely in his possession and control. She felt his hot breath in her ear as he whispered "Do you trust me?" He raised himself slightly giving her a chance to breathe. He took her hands and arms and brought them up past her head. He was laying along side her, controlling her with his hands and the weight of his body. He held onto her hands and whispered once again, "Do you trust me?" She shook her head and whimpered softly, "Yes, I trust you." He groaned and said "Good. You should trust me....... I want you to get on your knees and show me your pretty little asshole." She immediately felt her body tense up. She whimpered and remained laying flat on her stomach. Grant slowly lifted himself away from Lindsay. He began kissing her back and laid a trail of kisses down to her ass. He cupped each one of her ass cheeks in his hand and squeezed gently but then roughly spread out her ass cheeks. He repeated, "Do you trust me?" She groaned and answered, "Yes. Yes....Yes... I trust you". He roughly pulled her hair and dragged her onto her knees. He continued using one hand to hold onto her hair and used the other hand to rub her ass cheeks. He pinched and slapped her ass. She moaned and was surprised to hear herself say, "Fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Make me moan and cry. I want your huge cock to stretch my tight ass. Make me cum. I want to feel you inside me." Grant chuckled softly and said, "My, my, you are a dirty little slut, aren't you. I'm surprised to hear you say you want me in your ass. Do you really want me to do that? Are you really sure you want me to do that? Why don't we make sure that's what you really want." He brought his index finger up to his mouth and wet it with saliva. He brought it back down to her tight asshole and slowly put the tip of his finger inside. She immediately tensed up and her whole body began trembling and then shaking. He continued teasing her, pushing his finger deeper inside her. He pulled it out and then inserted two fingers in her tight ass. She cried out, "Stop. Please stop, you're going to hurt me. I don't want to do this anymore. You have to stop." Tears rolled down her face. For a moment he considered stopping but he found that he couldn't, he didn't want to stop. He desperately wanted to feel his cock in her hot ass. He wanted to hear her moan and cry out from the pain of having his cock deep inside her. He continued thrusting the tips of his two fingers in and out of her ass. She gasped, cried out and arched her back. It made him crazy to hear the low guttural scream she let out. He took his other hand and began slapping her ass. He said softly, "Do you like my fingers in your ass? You're such a good little slut. You are MY little slut. Always remember that." Yours to Have Lindsay brought her hand to her pussy. She used two fingers to slowly rub up and down, between her wet pussy lips. She moaned and slowly inserted two of her own fingers into her cunt. She rocked her ass against his fingers and brought herself down onto her own fingers deep in her cunt. Grant said, "I said I was going to punish you for being a dirty little girl, didn't I? You deserve to be punished for being so dirty. Stop putting your dirty little fingers in your cunt. I never said you could fill your pussy with your fingers. My cock is the only thing that should be inside your pussy." He continued, "You said you trusted me. You have to trust me." He pushed her head, chest and shoulders onto the edge of the cool smooth leather sofa. She tried to relax and spread her legs a bit wider for him. He groaned "Oh God.... I have to have you now. Remember you have to trust me." He knelt behind her, his cock strained against her ass cheeks. He said, "Show me your pretty little asshole." She lifted her ass high in the air. Her knees spread apart, her smooth soft ass directly in front of him. She leaned herself onto her shoulders and brought her hands to her ass cheeks. Lindsay used both of her hands to spread her ass cheeks apart even further. He could see the tiny pink hole, puckered up waiting for his huge cock. She could hear his breath quicken and he moaned hoarsely. It took everything Grant had to stop himself from immediately plunging his cock into her ass. He took both hands and put them on her shoulders. He rubbed his cock against her asshole, and ass cheeks. She felt as if his hands and cock where everywhere at once, on her ass, in her hair, on her neck, on her breasts and between thighs. He placed his hands on her breasts and cupped them, squeezing her hard nipples. She groaned and pushed her ass back harder onto his cock. She felt it resting in between her ass cheeks. He brought his hands to her ass and spread her cheeks apart and gently rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole. She groaned and whispered softly, "I trust you. You can have me in any manner you want." He groaned and slipped the tip of his cock into her pink little asshole. She groaned and felt her knees weaken and her chest fell to the floor. Her ass remained high in the air joined to his cock. He slowly pushed himself in a little further. Lindsay cried out, "Stop. Please stop. You're too big for me. I've never done this with anyone. I'm afraid." He felt his cock throb even harder when he heard her say she'd never had anyone else inside her ass. He pushed himself in slowly, deeper into her ass. He thought of nothing else but how good his cock felt inside her. He groaned and strained and felt his brow bead up with sweat. He had to control himself from plunging his dick all the way into her ass. He wanted to, he wanted it more than anything but didn't want to hurt her. Grant murmured, "Let me show you how much I want you. Let me have you all the way." She began shaking and cried out, "OH GOD, AAAAHHH!" Her screams brought him back and he was shocked to find that his entire cock was already deep within her ass. He whispered, "I'm sorry Lindsay. I'm sorry ....." He slowly tried to pull himself out of her ass but was surprised when she pushed herself back onto his cock. She grunted and groaned and kept pushing her ass deeper and deeper into him. She whispered softly, "Oh God, you feel so big. You're so big inside me. It hurts so much......Ooohhh it hurts so bad. Uuummmm... tell me how good I'm making you feel. Tell me how tight I am. Tell me how much you like to fuck my ass. ...... oohhh God, you feel so good...." He felt an imminent explosion deep within his balls. He wanted to let go and cum harder than he ever had in his life. He was tempted to give in and lose control. He stopped pumping his cock and tried to regain control of his raging body. He whispered hoarsely, "Ooohhh.... you have to stop. You have to stop or I'm going to cum. I can't take this too much longer. Your ass is so tight and my cock feels so good inside you." He grunted and tried to pull his cock out of her ass. He felt her body trembling beneath him. She began groaning and said, "I'm going to cum. Oh God....OOOHHH.... Grant I'm cumming." She thrust herself back onto his huge rigid cock and felt her ass tighten and throb. It seemed as if the walls of her ass were squeezing his cock tighter and tighter. The throbbing felt so good and his cock filled her completely. She screamed out in pain and pleasure, "Oh God....OH GOD! I'm cumming" sending him over the edge. He felt his balls tighten up and a load of cum shot out of his cock into her ass. He continued pumping in and out, hot cum shooting deep in her ass. Her body shook and she continued moaning, "Don't stop. Don't stop....OOHHH." His cock continued to pump cum in her ass. He said "Oh you feel so good....UUUHHH....AAAAHHHH." As he felt the last of the cum shoot out of his cock, he slowly stopped pumping. Lindsay felt a tremendous relief of pressure as he pulled his cock out and fell onto the floor next to her. She reached out to touch his face. She looked into his eyes and said "I finally got to hear you lose control." He smiled, laughed and said "You can hear me lose control whenever you want. You're my little slut, aren't you?" Lindsay shook her head and said, "Yes, I am. I'm your little slut. I'm yours to have anytime you want, wherever you want, in any manner you want." To be continued... Yours to Hold, Fuck, and Fill Author's note: This story is based very closely on an actual event in my sexual escapades. Enjoy! ***** I threw myself against the dresser and peered into the mirror. "I'm so cute! Don't you think I'm cute?" My boyfriend Scott laughed and leaned against the wall. I looked at my new hair cut and color. I had just taken 8 inches off and had choppy layers and curls put in, with a red-rust color applied. Combined with my pale skin and blue eyes, I felt absolutely sexy. His arms circled around my stomach and he wrestled me onto his bed, still laughing. "Yes, you're gorgeous. And fuckable. Very fuckable." He trapped my arms to my sides with his thighs and stroked my chest with his hands. "And mine." I shivered when he said that because I loved feeling like his possession. I wanted the feeling like he had the freedom to do anything without recourse. "Yours," I whispered and looked up at him without a trace of a smile. I didn't need much more foreplay than his words and he knew it. When he sat back and let me sit up, I lifted my black tank top up over my head. Fingers, both his and mine, were quick to pinch nipples to painful peaks. The rest of our clothing flew to the floor and without any further foreplay, he entered me quickly. I bit his shoulder and wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as his body engaged mine in sexual frenzy. But before he came, Scott pulled out of me and pulled me roughly to my knees. I wasn't quite sure what he was intending at first, but when he took my place on the bed I had the general idea. As he reclined on the bed, his brown eyes grinned up at me and his soft hands enclosed mine gently as he pulled me forward from my kneeling position. I rocked forward until I was face to face with his cock. I smelled my pre-cum and licked my lips. This was a treat! I began by licking just the tip and immediately after, started my real work. As my head descended down, I swirled my mouth and my tongue around his shaft in different directions. I could hear his approval as he gasped loudly. Dirty words flew out of his mouth in a fluid stream, barely muttered. My hands reached up and pinched his nipples during the final moments before ejaculation. It was difficult to keep my mouth on his penis as his hips bucked and his legs spasmmed quite uncontrollably. As I continued sucking on his penis, the semen slippery and warm on my tongue, I felt his hands rest lightly on my head. His fingers curled in my short red tangles as he whispered, "Jen, I have a present for you." I swallowed the cum and tried to sit up. "No, just stay there." With my face pressed into his crotch, I couldn't see his face, but his voice was soft, shy and awkward. For long moments we lay together, and I began to enter a peaceful state of acceptance. I loved the smell of his skin. The musky aroma of his thighs. His penis took some time to soften and I savored the new texture that it became. It was velvet and delicate and I found that I took great pleasure in keeping it warm and safe, after our aggressive sex. All at once my mouth was filled with another salty fluid and his grip on my hair tightened. I knew what it was but was unsure as to how I felt about this new situation. I tried to stay calm. This was the present? We had bantered back and forth about what we were interested in, but water sports had been only lightly touched upon. The stream in my mouth continued to flow and I felt it dribble out of the corner of my mouth. "Swallow it." It was a command. I tried to obey, but I gagged a bit. However, once I had the first mouthful down, it was easier to keep up with his flow. I closed my eyes and let myself be engaged in this power play. He knew that I wanted to be submissive and humiliated sexually. He wanted to explore new ways to play and enjoy our bodies. I knew that he had even darker interests that we hadn't yet ventured into. My body started to react, growing moist and hot, especially when he pushed more forcefully on my head when I began to struggle. I imagined what he must be seeing. My body curled up alongside his, most of my face hidden by my hair, my mouth pressed against his body. I did everything I could to trap every last drop of urine in my mouth, but some trickled out of my lips. He didn't let me lick it up and I felt the sticky residue settle around my cheeks. Finally I couldn't stand it any longer. One hand rushed to my clit and the other played with the slick juices coming out of me. I easily slipped three fingers in and started fucking myself. Because of our earlier activities, I quickly felt my orgasm mounting. It was quick and easy, just the way I liked it. He was done with my mouth and pulled out, keeping my head in his lap. I loved how he stroked my hair, curling his fingers in the new rust-colored tangles. I could see his eyes. They were gentle and warm. He loved me. He laughed quickly. "I want to do this again." ****** After that first taste, I could tell that both of us wanted to go further. We waited a few nights, teasing, but abstaining from any actual sexual activities. Finally one night, after running around town to some truly fantastic gallery openings, we returned home to a quiet house. It's traditional at art gallery openings to have wine aplenty, and so we giggled and stumbled a bit around the kitchen, fixing a quick snack of fruit and water. After a little while, I noticed that Scott was glancing at me, checking me out in that overly-subtle way that told me he wanted a piece of me. Realizing this, I stood up and wandered into the master bedroom to kick off my heels and toss my sweater on the bed. I expected him to follow me and when I looked towards the door, he didn't disappoint me. He backed me into the bathroom, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, and my lips. I nibbled on his earlobe, as I pressed my body tightly against his. The tiles of the bathroom floor were cold against my bare feet and I whimpered a bit when he stepped back away from me. "Jen, I want you to take off your clothes." He calmly stood in the door, but with the tone in his voice and his arms crossed so casually, I could tell that he was in proper form tonight. He was ready to push us both again and was happy to do as he asked. "You want a strip show?" I grinned as I unzipped my little black dress and started doing a slow strip tease. First I showed him my right shoulder, the red spiral tattoo flowing around and around on my pale skin. I heard him chuckle. Then I twisted around so that my back was to him, and let the left strap fall. My hands held the soft fabric to my breasts and seeing this, he sauntered over towards me. I felt the scruff of his chin against my neck while his fingers undid the clasps of my bra. I felt myself grow moist and wanted to turn around and fuck him right then and there. "Continue," he said, taking his post again in the doorway. I shivered and turned around slowly, swiveling my hips as I had learned in my belly dancing classes, letting the black fabric sway with my body. It caught and twirled around my legs as I let it drop to the floor. My hands brushed back my red curls briefly before cupping my breasts through the black lace bra. I looked over my shoulder as I pinched my nipples and watched his face flush. I danced slowly, removing the straps of the bra, and then again turning around in the classic belly dancing movements. I felt my own flesh flushing as I bent over to slip the thong down my hips, stepping out and tossing them aside. Still dancing, I peered at Scott through half-closed eyes. "When are you going to fuck me?" "Soon. But first, pick up the rugs." His voice was husky, but tinged with humor. "Excuse me?" My mood momentarily killed, I looked at him quizzically. But when he didn't move or speak, I rushed to obey. I flipped the two rugs past him into the bedroom, my naked body brushing up against his pants and soft dress shirt. He grabbed me by my arm as I straightened up. "Now, undress me." Mmmm...my libido was right back in gear again! I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and nibbling on his lips. He murmured appreciatively against my mouth, shrugging the shirt off when I was done with the buttons. When he grinned and glanced down at his pants, I wasn't surprised to find his hands curling into my hair and pushing me firmly to my knees. Kneeling on the cold floor was uncomfortable, but I put my mind to the task of his belt and pant zipper, inching the materials down his thighs. I made sure his boxers went along with the pants, because, once his groin was exposed my mouth immediately took in his cock. It was partially hard and I knew it wouldn't take much more to get him ready for the sexual explosion we had worked ourselves up to all week. But to my surprise, Scott slapped my cheek and reprimanded me. "Not yet slut." At the word "slut", I trembled with eagerness and instantly forgave the stinging cheek. I bowed my head and silently knelt at his feet, helping him step out of his pants. Now I was reminded of our tentative plans and waited for his next orders. I had been expecting a fuck first and the experimentation second. But he was being very clear that he was once again setting the agenda for tonight. When he stepped away from me, into the bathroom, I realized that I missed the musky aroma of his crotch near my face. Of all of the things to miss! The lights in the room were switched on so that the room was glaringly bright, and he returned to the door opening. "Now, listen closely. Lay back on the floor." He helped guide me so that my head was settled on a folded blue towel, but the rest of my body was left exposed to the cold tiles. I felt lewd and exposed. All of the light of the bathroom flowed over my body, exposing all of my peaks and valleys. My nervousness increased and my chest began to rise and fall rapidly as I looked up at him from the uncomfortable angle. "Jennifer, I don't want you to move unless I direct you. And when I tell you to do something, I want you to do exactly what I say." He didn't wait for me to agree. Nudging my right leg a bit, he said, "Spread your legs." I did, feeling my blood rush, my fingers and toes tingle. "Wider, little whore." I whimpered and tried to move only my legs as I spread them as wide as I could on the now slightly warm tile. It was considerably more difficult to do now than when the tile was cold and slippery. For long moments I looked up at him and he looked down at me. His lovely brown eyes focused directly on mine. I couldn't see over my breasts very well, and though he was tall, all I could see was his arms folded over his chest. This stance was to show me that he was in complete control. He wanted me to feel shame. And it was working. I had, willingly, put myself into a very vulnerable position. Just for him. After staring at me what seemed like forever, he finally spoke. "We've talked before about domination and submission, and I think we've had some good sessions so far. But what we did the other night made me realize there was another way for me to exert my control over you. To make you my bitch. When we fuck, I take my pleasure and give you yours. You trust me to take care of you. And you love it when I'm forceful and strong. Well, tonight is the next step. I am going to mark you, to make you feel like a beast. An animal. My Pet." Suddenly, I felt his spray of urine splash over my thighs and I gasped! Remembering that he had told me to not move, I whimpered and kept my eyes locked in his direction. He had moved during his speech, leaning closer so that I could see his hand directing his penis to spray my stomach. The sickly-sour smell filled the room and again I was surprised that this turned me on so much. He was right. He was marking me. That musky smell of his crotch that had allured me earlier was now coating my body. At first the streams were red-hot, almost burning my flesh. Then it cooled and formed a puddle underneath my hips and lower back. "Touch yourself. I want you to cum, you fucking bitch." His voice was harsh and I could tell that he was fighting off an erection to in order to continue. Not needing any more encouragement, my fingers flew to my cunt and I rubbed my clit furiously with one hand while the other pulled aside my labia and slipped around my vulva. His urine splashed down on my chest and though my eyes were nearly closed due to my impending orgasm, I could see him standing over me, legs straddling me. I looked up and saw him place one hand on his back as he leaned back slightly and pressed out the last of his bladder. It flowed around my neck like a beautiful aromatic collar. If I hadn't been his before, it was official now. No other could excite me as he was doing right now. I came as the hot urine ran into my ears and my hair. As my orgasm lifted my hips off of the floor, my shoulder blades slipped a just bit and my throat was exposed. He knelt down and quickly held my head so my throat remained exposed and as I orgasmed, he bit the side of my neck, making sure to apply enough pressure to bruise the skin. "Mine." He whispered, hand still holding the back of my neck. My fingers reached up to touch his face and tangle in his short brown hair. "Yours." ***** I was still lying on the floor, and the urine spilled around me was a mixture of both cold, clammy, and hot when against my flesh. His hand still held my neck and his gaze was fixed on my lips. He bent to kiss them and I felt my head spin. I gasped for breath when he was through and wrapped my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to sit up. "Oh, no. I'm not done yet, little kitten." He licked his lips and grinned wickedly and thrust his thigh against mine. I could feel his cock completely rock hard. Pleased that my master was going to fuck me after all, I grinned back and biting my lip, I played the good bitch and waited for his orders. Scott retrieved the blue towel and again tucked it under my head, brushing the hair out of my eyes. Then, in a surprising move, he gently turned my head so that my cheek was against the towel. I could only see him out of the corner of my eye. This strange bit of control had me quickly shivering again, ready to go again in an instant. "You've been marked, but now you've got to be taken." I felt his hands slide down my body, fingering the sticky residue of his urine. Did I see him lick his fingers? My thighs were still stretched wide on the floor and the wetness beneath them made me feel slightly embarrassed again, though I wasn't sure why. Again the feeling of being exposed and humiliated overwhelmed my arousal briefly. He positioned his body between my thighs, his hands placed on either side of my shoulders. I found myself staring at his dark hand, nails short and neat, hair curling slightly up from the top of his hand and traveling up to that alluring forearm. His hips thrust slightly and I felt his cock nudge against my vulva not bothering to spread it, as I would have if my hands had been free. Rather, he pressed in forcefully, past my engorged labia, which was initially inhibiting his entry. When I gasped in discomfort and arousal, he growled and bit down on my shoulder. It was easier for him, with my head turned to the side. I felt his tongue trace the circle of red ink, which made up my spiral tattoo. He rode me roughly for a few minutes, quickly and harshly. The aroma of his scent still clung to my body and to the floor, reminding both of us of my humble position. His mouth moved down to my breasts, where he licked the sticky-slick areolas. I had to whimper at that. They were so sensitive. His mouth moved to take the nibble in his mouth, but with his fast fucking, he only succeeded in pulling the nipple roughly in rhythm. I cried out in pain, but couldn't see the expression on his face. His mouth stayed fastened to my nipple for a while before switching to the other. Finally he released it and murmured against my neck, "You do realize that one day I am going to get them pierced. Then they'll really hurt." And I knew I was going to love it! Eventually he slowed down and removed himself from my cunt. He turned me over and had me kneel on the towel, hands and head down on the floor. "Now, this is my favorite position. Doggy-style. Or more appropriate, bitch-style. Are you in heat, kitten?" Entering me again, his hands traced my spine lightly and tickled as he rocked his hips up against my ass. The tickling produced a mixture of emotions and sensations inside of me. I gasped with the fucking, whimpered in frustration as I tried feebly to pull away from the unwanted tickling, and trembled with the whole production. He started to get faster, pushing harder and harder into me, fingers gripping my shoulders first, then my hips. I fought to keep my balance on the slippery floor. Then as his orgasm erupted inside of me, I felt a sudden urge inside of me. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was so erotic that I held back a bit, enjoying the sensation. Finally, as I felt his cock starting to soften, but before he could slip out, I felt a stream of urine flow out of me, surprising both us as it hit the floor. It splashed against the blue tiles and flowed around our hands. We knelt on the tiles for a few minutes, catching our breath. Finally he leaned back on his heels and supported my body. "Well, we're going to have to work on your control, now aren't we?" ***** I want to thank my editor, Lokeman, for his creative and intellectual assistance in getting this story prepared. I encourage everyone to leave comments to help me improve my writing. Thanks! Yours to Use A passionate sex encounter from two viewpoints ... Alan's Story Firstly, this is all about my cock. About you making it feel good. About you doing nothing other than concentrating on my cock. We are not concerned with yours. Secondly, I want you completely naked. Nothing on at all. And I want you on your knees in front of me. I am dressed. Thirdly you are going to loosen my belt and pull down my jeans. Then you are going to look at the bulge in my briefs. You are going to touch it, put your hand over it, feel my cock. After a little time as you feel it grow, you are going to pull down my briefs and look at it. You are going to look at the head and see how large it is. Look at the shaft and see how thick it is. Then you are going to lick my balls. You are going to move them around with your tongue, nibble them gently with your lips. Next you are going to start licking up my cock. From the thick base all the way up the underside to my large head. You are going to trace the thick canal on the underside with your tongue, and you are going to feel its strength and hardness. Then you are going to move your tongue around the ridge at the bottom of my head, feeling its irregularities, moving your tongue back and forth over it. After a while doing that, you are going to start licking all over the head, tasting it, licking off my pre-cum - there is a lot of that. You're going to spend a long time doing that because we want a lot of pre-cum to help lubricate you. Then you are going to take my head into your mouth - not sucking hard, but gently. And all the time moving your tongue over the head. Your mouth is going to be slippery and wet. It's going to be full of pre-cum. My cock is going to be hard and big. The veins will be sticking out. It's going to feel good in your mouth. All of this time, you will not touch your cunt. The only touching you can do is touching me. You can touch my chest, my nipples. You can touch my thighs. You can touch my cock. You can touch my balls. But you may not touch yourself. We are almost ready for me to fuck you. Now while you think about all of this, go to the picture I sent you and look again at my cock. By this time you should have looked at my cock again and started to imagine what it's going to feel like and how it is going to get into you. So let me tell you. You are now going to get onto the couch on your knees with your cunt high up in the air waiting to get fucked. If you've sucked my cock well enough, there should be a good amount of pre-cum on the head which will make entry a little easier. If you haven't, I don't care because I'm going to fuck you now anyway. So the first thing you are going to feel is the head of my cock hard against the entrance to your cunt. You better try to relax, because I'm going to push it in now anyway. You will remember that my cock-head is big. Well, you are going to feel it push against you, whether you like it or not, and I'm going to push it through your vaginal sphincter until it pops through and your muscle relaxes. I'm not going to ram it in - that's too easy, I am going to push it slowly so that you feel every bit as it goes inside. And once the head is through, I am going to slowly stuff you full with every inch of my cock. You are going to feel unbelievably full, like you never have before. I am going to touch parts inside you that you never knew about. My big cock is going to expand you so much, but you will be able to feel every ridge, every vein. You will also feel the large canal on the underside of my cock. Next I am going to fuck you. Fuck you slowly with long strokes, holding your hips and pushing deep inside you. You are not to touch yourself. You are here for my pleasure. You are going to fondle my balls while I'm fucking you. While you do that, you can feel my cock inside you, but more than that you can feel your cunt completely opened by the thick base of my cock. Every time I push right in you can feel it pushed open so wide that it hurts. And then when I move outwards it eases. Carry on fondling my balls. I'm not going to cum for a while, because I want you to carry on feeling so stuffed and so used. And I am using you. I am enjoying the feeling of your tight cunt. I am enjoying making you squirm under me. You are feeling very aroused, but you are not allowed to touch yourself at all. Not your breasts, not your clitoris, nothing. I'm going to speed up now, fuck you faster and harder. You are going to feel my penis getting bigger. Feel the head get larger. It might even hurt. I want you to carry on fondling my balls, trying to coax the cum out of them. Faster, harder, deeper. I'm going to fill you with my cum. You are going to be so full of cum that you will be wet for hours. You are going to feel my cock throb and pulse. You are going to feel the thick canal on the underside expand as the cum shoots up it and out of the tip of my cock. You are going to feel the muscle at the base of my cock contract and pulsate. And you are going to feel the spraying of my cum deep inside you. You will be desperate to touch yourself, to rub your nipples, to rub your clitoris and, for the first time, I'm going to let you. So that you can play with yourself while you feel my cock filling you with my cum. You might even cum yourself. Now, Jane, you are going to remember this for a long time. You are certainly going to remember it well for at least a day afterwards, as my cum leaks out of your cunt. You simply won't be able to control it. And you will find that your panties are wet with my cum, spreading the wetness over your buttocks. And that will be a good memory. Jane's Story I would want to run my hands, slowly, up the insides of your thighs right after I pull down your jeans. Would you allow that? I know this is not for my gratification, but for yours. Would you mind if I extracted this little bit of pleasure from the situation? My hands would be quite bit shaky, would you like seeing me go a bit out of control, would you smile grimly? When my hands reached the top of your legs, I would want to push them apart gently. That way your balls would hang beautifully before the instant they pulled upward to cling to your shaft. Would that feel good to you? The bulge in your briefs would change in contour. Would you coldly notice my hand get progressively shakier as I feel your cock? That my breath was becoming short? I know, I know, this is all about your cock ... Would you recognise my building ecstasy as a tribute to your shaft? Are you aware of the hot, wet spurt between my legs as I see your shaft, your balls, so close in front of my face? I am mesmerised, I would rather be here, crouching before you, than anywhere else in the world. Your balls are still slightly pendulous. I bury my nose between them, and sniff deeply, again and again, like a drug addict who simply cannot get enough of the cocaine. Your odour is musky and wild and male. I sniff, deeply, before I gently start nibbling. With exquisite care, I take one whole ball in my mouth, run my tongue back and forth across it gently. My reward is a catch in your breath - or is that merely apprehension? Licking up your cock - ecstasy - you didn't say 'don't groan' did you? Did you? Can't stop myself. GROAN. It's ok. I think maybe you liked that. Surreptitiously, I wiggle my cunt over my foot, and rub it against my heel. Aaaaaaaaaaaah. But you notice and wag your finger at me and I have to move. Now my cunt is stretched tightly from one leg to the other as I pull my crack open by moving my feet apart. I find pleasure in the tautness, the erotic nakedness of my cunt. Clit is swelling, bursting. Oh, oh, oh to touch it ... I would cum instantly. Am I dripping, flooding my juices onto the floor? Busy with ridge below penis head. Little irregularities to swirl my tongue around. How can this possibly feel as marvellous to you as it does to me? Nip it gently with my lips. Oh, look, look. Glassy beads of pre-cum. Delicious. Perfume of cock-head. Rich and sexy and raunchy. Sniffing, inhaling, tasting. Texture of head. Spongy, firm, firm sponge, made for sucking, sucking, endlessly sucking (gently, gently). Swirl my tongue around it, around it while it lies in my mouth, twitching. Want to grab your buttocks to keep it firmly in place, to push it in further. Oh good, that's allowed. Mouth very full. Don't WANT to touch you anywhere else, sorry. My world is your cock. Don't need to look at your picture again. Got the REAL THING in my mouth. Know quite well how that gorgeous fat thing is going to feel inside my vagina. Put it in now, please. Can you put it in without taking it out of my mouth. - Of course not. Not allowed to say, put it in, anyway. Groan. No pre-cum, sorry once more. All swallowed down, mmmmmm. But I have plenty of juice of my own to give you ... Oh, ram it in, please ram it in, ram it in. But you put it firmly against my vulva. (Start pushing, oh, start pushing). Painfully exquisite anticipation. Slow can be sooooooo wonderful. Melting ... Spoiling the story? Want you so much. Oh, use me, use me, now NOW. Vaginal sphincter goes POP. As I feel the glorious length sliding into me, I pulse into the biggest orgasm I have ever had, and my muscles try to milk your cock but you hold back. Oh, I know all about those places inside me now, your big cock has delineated them, touched them, defined them for me. Thinking big big big , can't stop thinking BIG, suddenly the sexiest word in the world. BIG - this story is all about your BIG cock and its pleasure. Open is sexy too. I feel open to you, you are opening me up, I feel so open as if I were nothing, nothing but a big hole for you to fill with your big cock. And you are, oh you are, you are, you are. Groan. Uuuuuuuuuuuuse me. Use my hole! How can I fondle your balls? I am twitching out of control. I would hurt you. My clit is on fire, my nipples are aching. Sensitivity has turned to pain. I want this pain, I want only this pain, I want this pain forever. Your cock is so big, its delicious curve is dragging my g-spot back and forth, back and forth. Oh, here comes another orgasm, I am going to rupture, you are going to rupture me - do it, do it, split me in half. Oh YESsssssss. Now you are cumming. I am allowed to touch myself. Tender. Wet finger with your cum, couldn't bear to touch clit otherwise. Touch clit with finger, scream. Rocked with orgasm. This is what I was born for. To be of use to your cock. Yours Truly Miles stared intently at the Sharpie pen clenched so tightly in his grip that his knuckles were blanched white, at the lined notebook opened to a fresh, new page. It was college ruled, perforated, with exactly thirty-three blue lines running horizontally across each page. He'd studied it with such intensity, such scrutiny, noting every detail about it that his vision was beginning to blur. And he'd yet to write a single word. Gnawing on his bottom lip, he narrowed his eyes at the still unmarked paper, feeling the tumultuous whirlwind of his turbulent emotions give a vicious undulation. These feelings, so long unexpressed, so long suppressed, needed to be released somehow. What better way than through the written word? God knew he would never be able to voice them aloud. Miles set his jaw resolutely, the tip of the pen finally touching down on paper. And he began to write. Jordan, I've asked myself a million and one times how to start this. And a million and one times I've been left unanswered, struck with what I believe is Cowardly Lion Syndrome, something inside too scared or insecure or some shit to say what needs to be said. I can't be a coward anymore. Maybe I've visited Oz and found some courage or maybe I just finally grew a pair. Or maybe I've just kept all this shit bottled up for so long that now it needs to be released or else I'll go insane from the fucking strain. That rhymed, huh? I'm a poet and didn't know it... and, of course, this would be the part where you'd say, "I make it rhyme every time." A stupid thing, dating back to those milk and cookie pre-school days together. It's funny the memories your own brain dredges up, all in an attempt to sidetrack you from your main objective. Getting sidetracked can't happen right now. Jor, I've kept this inside for too long, buried so deep in my subconscious that even I wasn't aware of it for the longest time. But now I can't deny the truth, or escape from it or fucking deflect anymore. I need to be honest about this, if only to save myself from the massive coronary this internalized shit is gonna cause me. Or maybe it's an ulcer. Aneurysm? Whatever the case, I need to preserve what sanity I have left, and to do that I need to practice some honesty here. The truth, my oldest and most trusted friend, is that I'm... in love with you. I don't know how or when it happened, or how and when I actually realized it. The only thing I do know is that it happened and it's inescapable, staring me in the face every time I glimpse my reflection in the mirror, haunting my dreams, both day and night, and coloring every conversation I have with you. Pretty soon it's gonna be so obvious that you'll guess and I'll be left in the dust, being deprived of even your friendship, 'cause you're gonna be pissed that I didn't fess up myself. Being a lovesick fool, I can handle. Getting you amputated from my life, I can't. This is something I've tried and tried to tell you. But every time I do my voice box secures itself with a fucking padlock and won't let anything intelligible scrape past my throat. It got even worse when Rebecca entered the equation. You fell so hard, so fast, and I couldn't really blame you. I mean, she's beautiful, generous and has a heart of gold. She's the perfect woman and I practically gift-wrapped her, placed a bow atop that pretty blonde head of hers, and hand delivered her to you. I'm cursing myself for those introductions I made now. She makes you happy, though, so I can't regret it too much. My own happiness is overrated. But that still leaves me with this burning confession, festering inside me and possibly going cancerous. I can't stop my heart from giving these agonizing wrenches every time I see you kiss Becca, wishing it were my lips yours were coaxing apart. I can't stop the nauseous plummeting of my stomach every time you hug her, wishing it were me you were embracing in your strong arms. I can't stop the forceful constriction of my chest every time you two disappear into your room, because I know that you'll soon be sinking into the warm heat of her body, and I wish it was me. And believe me, Jor, this self-imposed torture of mine is worse than bamboo shards under the fingernails. Way more painful, too. You've been my best friend since we were shittin' green. Hell, I think we were both chilling in the womb at the same time, our respective conceptions synchronized. While we were growing up, you always had my back, loaning me your couch when the 'rents were starting World War III in my house, giving me half of your PB&J when my lunchbox proved to be empty because my pickled-brained mother forgot to whip me up something. And in high school, when I was only just starting to realize that I wasn't ogling the girls but the guys, you boycotted homecomings and proms with me because I was too scared to show up with a guy, but still too proud to show up with a girl, either. I've tried, really tried, to be there as much for you as you have been for me. That's the honest truth, Jor. But I think I'm gonna have to start separating myself from you two. Because, as much as my heart cries out for you, I'm not bastard enough to compromise what you've found with Becca. But seeing you two together is too painful, a piece of me dying each day that I can't have you for myself. I guess that's it. Please know that I love you, Jordan, forever and always. That will never change. Hell, I even love Becca, and know you two will be much happier without me playing the annoying third wheel all the time. But also know that I am unconditionally, unequivocally, forever and truly yours. It's just becoming too difficult for me, having to pretend that I'm not miserable inside, but I can manage it for you today. I can be the dutiful best friend for one more day— Clenching his teeth, Miles leaned back in his chair, tossing the pen down before he could go on with the sob fest. This was supposed to have been cathartic, writing down his feelings, a way to release them and absolve himself or something. If anything, it only ripped off the scab, leaving him broken and bleeding. A brief knock at the door heralded Jordan. He stepped inside the small room Miles had retreated to, his black tux contrasting so nicely with his flaxen hair and light features. His face radiated the happiness Miles had so recently mentioned in his letter, blue eyes sparkling like gemstones. "Are you ready?" Jordan demanded, his lips spreading into a wide grin. Shoving down the new wave of turbulent emotions brewing, Miles forced an answering smile, crumpling up the unfinished letter and trashing it in favor of the speech he'd painstakingly written the night before. He smoothed his own tux, tugging at the sleeves to straighten them, all to avoid Jordan's too perceptive gaze. "Yeah, man," he said. "Let's get you hitched." Yours Truly September 3 Dear Penny,Thank you very much for writing to me. Your letter was a big surprise and it gave me something new to think about. I want you to know from the start that I am not the monster that people think I am. I am a victim too; I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I know that everybody is likely to say that, but it is true for me; I don’t hurt people! I never have! My lawyer is still working to prove my innocence despite the fact that my first trial put me in here! If you feel that you want to know about the details please just let me know and I would be happy to explain myself to you fully.I might not be able to write to you all the time since stamps are difficult to come by in here. I hope that you will be able to come and visit me some time. I’m really not a bad guy! Your new friend,William *** At home8 October 2012 Dear William, I’m sorry about the delay in responding to you. I have been very busy, but I have thought about you more than you might imagine. I am sorry that I will not be able to visit you though I am willing to try to write a little more regularly. I felt that I should say that from the start so as not to give you any false expectations. I would be very interested in hearing your side of things, but I don’t want to get you into any trouble since your case is still before the courts. Please do not worry about the stamps or about paper and a pen. I will get those to you. Are you allowed to have a pen though? Did you have to borrow the one that you used to respond to my last letter? Yours truly,Penny *** 18 October Dear Penny, I hope that you are well. It takes a special kind of woman to write to a man who she doesn’t know when he is in prison. I really am innocent so I hope that you will think kindly of me from time to time. I am guilty of nothing at all. I was set up, but the problem is that they can’t find the man who really hurt that lady and so they have held on to me. I was just walking home late from my job when the police drew down on a group of men sitting by the side of the road and they dragged me up in that net. They said that there was a woman screaming that she’d been raped. She was the wife of someone important and so someone had to pay. I had never seen her before, but she identified me and some other guys as her attackers. She didn’t even seem sure at first; but then she said that we did it! Can you believe that? I’m rotting in jail because I work late at night! The DNA evidence that could have cleared this up right away was thrown out of court because someone tampered with it! I can’t believe that this is happening to me! There is some serious corruption in what passes for a justice system here in Jamaica, but perhaps I shouldn’t be saying this because I know that the warders here read our mail. I am not blaming her for her misfortunes. Believe me, my heart goes out to her, but I AM INNOCENT!!!!! I have often wondered what she was doing there so late at night, that lady. She does not come from that area, and ordinarily I wouldn’t care what she was doing there, but whatever it was, it sure got me in trouble! I suppose that she’s saving her ass from her old man and I can understand that, but did it have to be at my expense? Penny, I really need you to believe me. I need to think that I have a friend in my corner. All my other friends have been great, but I need to think about the comforts of home with a beautiful woman. I don’t even need to know what you look like. I know that your spirit is beautiful. I dreamed about you last night, you know. I dreamed that I was able to snuggle up to your breasts and go to sleep, a free man. I felt so unhappy when I woke up and realised that it was only a dream. Sometimes I wonder if it is a good idea for you to write if that is going to happen to me every time I think of you. But then I think of what it will be like if you disappear. Life would be so grey again. Tell me Penny, how do you sleep? On your back, or on your stomach? I’m not perving on you, well, not really; I just want to know. Please write back to me, my lucky Penny! Your grateful friend,William PS:- Thanks for the paper and envelopes and stamps. I appreciate your consideration very much. I was able to give one of my stamps and an envelope and two sheets of paper to another guy who hasn’t heard a word from his family is eight months! It made his day. Thank you for making that possible. PPS: You really are my lucky penny, aren’t you? *** 30 October Dear William, Thank you for your last letter. I have read it many times and thought carefully about how I could respond. I am very impressed that you would share your stamps and stationery with a fellow inmate. This speaks to me of having a good heart. I have heard your story and want you to know that I really am your friend, despite everything. You aren’t the first person to say that things aren’t as they should be in the justice system in this country. Sadly, I do not think that you will be the last either. All I can say is that I hope that justice for all parties concerned will prevail. I’m ashamed to say that I realised that despite the fact that I wrote to you and offered you my friendship, I was still judging you, in my heart. This is no longer the case. You’re a better person than I am, William and I apologise for my arrogance. When would be the best time for me to come by to see you? Enclosed is a photo of me… well, of some of me. I hope that it will help you to sleep better as you dream of snuggling. Yours truly,Penny *** 12 November Shit Penny! You’ve got a really nice rack, woman! I don’t mind telling you that sleep was the last thing on my mind when I saw that photograph. You’re something special, my girl! Thank you! Visiting days are Wednesdays and Sundays and I’d really like to see more of you! Please cum for me! Again, Wow! Love,William *** 17 November You are really naughty! Don’t think that I didn’t see those double entendre there!(giggle) I know that you can’t be more explicit than that. It’s a shame, but who knows, if the chemistry is right when we meet perhaps I can whisper something naughty in your ear. (((smile))) I hope that your lawyer can prove your innocence. I don’t like the possibility of the guilty going free while victims get no justice and the innocent pay for their crimes. I will come by to visit you on Sunday and we can speak some more. I’m not promising you anything but a pack of biscuits and a chat. I hope you won’t be disappointed. -Truly yours, Penny PS: Here is another photo for you. Enjoy… *** Prudence Irving enclosed the photograph of "Penny's" buxom bosom in the envelope to the man whom she had got to know recently as William. He was an inmate in the Tower Street Adult Correctional Facility in Kingston and she felt sorry for him. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that he was innocent of the rape charge simply because he said that he was, but she was a clerk in the law offices of Bryce Munro, the man who had sent William to prison, and she knew that there was something wrong with the case. William had alluded to it already; he was being scapegoated in order to cover up something about the victim’s whereabouts on the night in question. Prudence knew this to be true since she had helped to suppress the evidence. Prudence doubted that she was going to do anything about it except try to make life a little better for William, but she had serious self-doubts since she knew that the best thing that she could do for him was to help him to clear his name. This would be more easily said than done though because the victim, Moira Haughton, and her employer, Bryce Munro, were both very well connected people and Prudence could not even claim as yet to be self-made. Already she was taking a risk to go to see the man, but the truth be told, she had begun to think of him more and more each day and during the nights when she lay in bed alone as well. Last night she had had a positively scandalous dream about him in which for some reason she was allowed a conjugal visit with William and she saw the desire in his eyes before he plundered her body. She had felt deliciously naughty taking those photographs for William. She had never done anything like that before, and William’s appreciation of her efforts had been very gratifying. She had unwittingly opened up a side of herself that she had not suspected existed. In truth, William’s case had opened up a lot for her that she did not know about herself. She would never imagine that she could be persuaded to suppress evidence of a man’s innocence! She could not believe it of herself in a million years that she was contemplating walking away and just allowing things to unfold now. The man had said that he and his attorney were not satisfied with the way in which the case was handled, and any attorney worth his salt would be able to ask difficult questions that would get the case thrown out, wouldn’t he? Deep down, however, Prudence knew that that reasoning did not absolve her from coming forward since the public defenders assigned to cases like William’s were too overburdened to do their best work for any single client, no matter how much they wanted to. *** Sunday dawned bright and clear for Prudence. She awakened to gentle breezes and birdsong and the decision that she was going to abort the trip to see William later that day. The fact that she found herself in her car driving toward the prison was a testament to the amount of self-loathing that she felt when she thought that she was not going to see him, and perhaps, hint at the direction in which his lawyer’s questions would prove most fruitful. She decided to take along another photograph for him, and was tempted to make it one of her smile, but she moved away from that idea rather quickly. William proved to be an attractive, if gaunt young man, whose sad, haunted eyes moved Prudence. She had had to lie her way in to see him, and the irony of how easy it was for her to do so was not lost on her. She could see that he was trying not to be defeated by his circumstance and she knew how much her visit meant to him. She was glad that she came. She caught him staring surreptitiously at her breasts a few times during their conversation but beyond that he was a perfect gentleman. She knew what he wanted and she knew that that unspoken desire was going to fill her fantasies for many nights to come. Even as she watched his mouth move or smile she could imagine it latching on to her teat and eliciting numerous moans of pleasure from her. She imagined his hands roaming her body, weighing her breasts, testing the firmness of her rump, caressing her curves, running up her legs and down, between her thighs. She saw him playing with her slimy clit before he forced her legs apart with his knees, and easing his cock into her he would ride her like a madman. She envisaged him flipping her over to mate her doggy style because he wanted to demonstrate his animal need for her. She pictured him ravaging her, and herself shouting her pleasure for all their neighbours to hear. She saw him putting his hands under her clothes to feel her up at inopportune moments, and dreamed of the delightfully scandalized way in which other people stared at them when he did this. Indeed, so lost was Prudence in her daydreaming about him that she did not notice when he stopped talking and just sat there watching her watch him. Their eyes met, and Prudence knew that she was in lust, and so was he. Until today, the thought of a man in prison pining for her was a dirty secret fantasy, but it was more than that now, it was a reality. And so it was that Prudence blurted what she knew about his case and why she had contacted him. She saw the shock on William’s face morph into hurt when he realised that she had helped to put him away, and then contemplated leaving him there. She saw doubt in his eyes that he could really trust her and contempt for her weakness. In one look William held up a mirror for Prudence to see herself as she truly was. She did not like what she saw. She had lost any real chance with William, but it did not have to be a total loss. She went to the prestigious law offices of Bryce Munro and spent the afternoon photocopying documents, the ones that she planned to take with her to her new career in advocacy for prisoner rights.