3 comments/ 13199 views/ 4 favorites My Weekend's Left Turn Ch. 01 By: Hope1868 Thank you to WildFire Cowgirl for her help with editing. More chapters to come. * I stood leaning against the doorjamb of my walk-in closet, gazing at the clothes that hung there, trying to decide what to wear. Tonight was date number three with Ian the Accountant. He wasn't actually an accountant. I didn't really know what he did for a living, only that he owned his own business. That name which I called him (in my own head) came from the fact that so far our first two dates had been very straightforward and by the book. A nice dinner, an after dinner drink, then a walk to my front door with a gentle kiss goodnight, no tongue. This surprised me, as it doesn't seem to go with the Ian that I first agreed to go out with. That Ian, the one with the gorgeous looks and the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, that Ian had a slight aura of danger about him, a look of arrogance in his bearing and maybe even a little feel of dominance in his demeanor. Unfortunately, I'd only seen glimpses of that Ian on our two dates. He's been perfectly courteous, but a little too bland for me. Well, I'm not sure what book he's following, but in my book, a third date means one thing, and I hadn't yet decided if that was what I wanted. What I had decided was that this date was going to end one of two ways...with me in Ian's bed, or sending him on his way for good. Which brought me to my indecision on what to wear: leather mini-skirt and Jimmy Choo's or beige slacks and pumps. As I chewed my bottom lip in indecisiveness, I heard my flat mate, Danny, come up behind me. "Haven't yet figured out what to wear for your hot date with Edgar? "His name is Ian, and no," I answered without turning around. "Well," Danny whispered in my ear, having moved up directly behind me, "either way, this is going to have to come off." As he said this, his hand trailed along my shoulder and down my arm, moving the silky fabric, as his mouth followed in its wake. He rained small kisses in the hollow of my collarbone, sending shivers down my spine. "Danny, Ian will be here in half an hour," I whispered, but despite my words, my head fell back against his chest, tilting to give his lips more access. This, right here, was the main reason that I was having such a hard time deciding what to do about Ian. Three months ago, Danny and I, friends and roommates for more than two years, were enjoying a night in together, and shared a couple bottles of wine, followed by some tequila, and talk turned to sex. We both realized that we were each between partners and having a bit of a dry spell. After all that booze and talk of sex, I guess it wasn't much of a surprise how the night ended. What was a surprise was the lack of awkwardness the next morning, and the decision that we would be roommates with benefits until one of us found someone else. Just friends, sex, and no strings. But now that I was contemplating sex with Ian, sex with Danny had to stop...and I wasn't sure I was ready for that. Danny's right hand had moved the silk so that my robe hung off my shoulder, exposing my breast. I could feel the cool air on it for just a moment before his hand came around to reach underneath and lightly stroke it, moving ever so slowly toward my nipple. At the same time his left hand was at my waist, gently rubbing the silky material, slowly moving toward my belly. The feel of the silk gently gliding against my skin was almost too sexy to take. I groaned low in my throat. "Danny...." I whispered. "Shhh," he answered just as huskily, "Don't worry, Jen, we have plenty of time for my plans." As he said this, his right hand had finally zeroed in on my nipple; fingers circling it over and over as his left hand, splayed across my stomach, slowly began to pull up my short robe. I was naked under the robe and the feel of the silk as it dragged against my exposed clit made me take a quick breath in. "Oh God, Danny. This is a bad idea," I could barely get the words out, and there was no conviction in them. His right hand had moved to my other breast, stroking, circling. I groaned again. "Danny...ahhh...." His left hand stopped pulling up the robe when it was just barely covering my pussy. I wasn't sure why he stopped short of his goal, when he slowly rubbed the silk against my slit with his middle finger. "Oh my God!" My knees went weak and I sagged against him. "That's right, sweetheart, give it to me. Tell me how you love it." "Oh God, Danny. I can't take it." His right hand was no longer gently circling, but was now pinching and rolling my nipples, first one, then the other, as his left hand was rubbing my clit through the silk robe. I was so drenched I could actually feel it dripping down my thighs. "God, Danny, don't stop. Don't ever stop." I was panting now and slowly humping his hand. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I don't plan to stop anytime soon." A small part of my brain heard the double meaning in this, but I was too far gone to focus on anything so deep right now. He finally moved the silk away to give himself direct access to my pussy. He plunged his first two fingers in, while continuing to circle my clit with his thumb. God, this is why Danny is so hard to give up. He's got more talent in his fingers than any guy I've ever come across. "That's it, baby, ride my hand." Holy shit, he turns me on when he talks like that. "Fuck my pussy, Danny. God, give me those fingers. Oh god, it feels so good." I was uncontrollable, twisting my hips so hard on his hand. His thumb circled my clit as he squeezed and pulled my nipples. My head was moving back and forth against his chest. At some point I must have reached up to him, and I realized that had a death grip in his hair. "Are you ready to give it to me, baby?" I panted, "Yes, yes." I couldn't get out more than that. "NOW, Jen, cum for me NOW!" At his words my body exploded. My hips thrust out as I convulsed, gripping his hair with my hands and his fingers with my pussy. He continued to rub my clit, extending my orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, I began to come down, slowly collapsing into myself; Danny's arms around me the only thing holding me upright. I sagged in his arms, breathing heavily. He whispered, "I wanted you to have a little something to think about on your date tonight." It takes a moment for his words to sink in. Then my eyes open wide and I shoot up. "Holy shit...Ian! What time is it?" "Don't worry, cupcake, you have a few minutes. You're going to Tammy's birthday party tonight, right?" I frantically dug through my clothes, trying to make a quick decision, while internally berating myself for what just happened. What was I thinking? Ian will be here any minute. God, what if he had showed up early? I'm sure they could hear me scream three doors down. "What?" I asked, distractedly. "Oh, yeah, we're going to Tammy's party." "Wear the black leather mini with you stilettos," Danny said, "and no panties." My head whips around in shock. "I believe the score is Jenny one, Danny zero. I think quick and easy access would be in everyone's best interest, don't you? See you at the party." I stared at him, speechless, as he strolled out of the room. Just then the doorbell rang. My Weekend's Left Turn Ch. 02 The doorbell rang a second time and I stood frozen in front of my closet. "Don't worry, I'll get it," I heard Danny say, and I can hear the snide smile in his voice. Holy shit. I went back to scrambling around; trying to find the right outfit, but all the while my brain wouldn't shut up. Ian is at the door, which Danny is right now opening. Ian, the guy that I just started seeing, being greeted by Danny, my roommate-with-benefits. And this roommate-with-benefits demonstrated said benefits just minutes ago, using his incredibly talented fingers. He's also the one who told me to wear my leather mini and black stilettos on my date with Ian tonight, but no panties, so that he could have easy access, as he will also be at the party and I owe him one. I OWE HIM ONE. Jesus, how do I get into these situations? "I'll be right there," I yelled over my shoulder as I grabbed my black miniskirt, NOT because Danny told me to wear it, but because it's one item I can put my finger on that doesn't need to be ironed. To go with it I found a scoop neck emerald green sweater. As I pulled it over my head, I told myself that this sweater is perfect because it looks great with the skirt and shows off my big, green eyes, NOT because it also shows off any other attributes that I may have, and might possibly put them within easy reach. I slipped my feet into my black stilettos, knowing that they're the only real choice to go with the skirt. I quickly crossed the room to my dresser to pull out some panties, all the while conscious of the fact that Danny was chatting up Ian just down the hall. I reached in the drawer and pulled out a tiny, black lace G-string and considered it a moment. I could feel that my pussy was still soaking wet, which forced me to remember how it got that way. I stood there, G-string in hand, thinking of Danny, and his kisses on my neck, and his fingers, stroking, stroking. I closed my eyes, remembering, as my wetness increased until I could feel it slowly drip down my inner thigh. I forced myself back in to the present, thinking that that the panties would only get soaked, so I dropped them back in the drawer and looked at the small pile of bras. It was only then that I realized that I had pulled my sweater on without one. Thinking of this made me suddenly aware of how my nipples were brushing across the inside of the cotton sweater, rubbing against the soft material. What the hell, I thought, I don't have time for this, and I hurried away from the dresser, skipping a bra, and grabbing for my makeup. In two minutes, I was all ready for my date and stopped to take a quick look in the mirror. My first thought was, "God, I look hot!" My second thought was, "Ian is not going to recognize me." For the other two dates we had met straight after work, and I had worn relatively conservative outfits. On weekdays, I always wear my sandy hair, which is full of unruly curls, back in a tight knot, with just a few strands hanging down, bracketing my face. But tonight I had no time to mess with that, so with just a tad of gel, I left it loose and it hung to my shoulders in a sexy, tousled array. My eyes went from my hair down to my braless sweater, showing all kinds of cleavage, took in my miniskirt, whose length was only slightly longer than indecent, and slid down to my four inch heels, and finally back up to my face. Due to time constraints, I had applied very little eye makeup, but my lips, done up in fire engine red, made up for it. I looked like I was going clubbing, not to a backyard birthday party. I took a deep breath and then grabbed some large hoop earrings as I left my bedroom. All of this took under five minutes, but that was still four and a half minutes longer that I was comfortable with Danny and Ian being in the same room. I walked in as Danny was handing Ian a bottle of beer. Ian turned when he heard me, and when his eyes got to me he froze. I was one step into the living room, hands up, inserting an earring into my right earlobe, but when I saw Ian's eyes on me. I stood still, frozen in place. His dark eyes did a quick once over from my unruly curls, down to the red toenails peeking out of my shoes, and back again. Then he repeated the action, more slowly; eyes lingering on my red lips, and down to my chest. I absently wondered if he could tell from there that I wasn't wearing a bra. I decided he probably could, and at that thought my nipples began to tingle and I felt a slight warmth down below. All through this perusal, Ian's face held absolutely no expression. When he was done, his eyes locked onto mine, but he said nothing. Danny was not so self-restrained. "Holy shit, Jen, you look hot." I was not able to pull my eyes away from Ian's gaze, so I saw the annoyance creep into his expression at Danny's comment, along with something else. Ian might feel annoyed, but it didn't hold a candle to what I was feeling toward my roommate at this point. Not only was Danny completely oblivious to the fact that my date might not be thrilled that my roommate is male (which I may have neglected to mention on our previous dates), but he was altogether clueless that its bad form to call your female roommate "hot" in front of her date. Ian continued to look into my eyes. "Good evening, Jenny. You look beautiful tonight." "Thank you," I said quietly, breaking our gaze by looking down, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about my choice of attire. This evening was supposed to be the make-or-break date. By the end of the night I would either break it off with Ian or take it up a notch. In the bedroom, while still on a post-orgasmic high, the outfit seemed somewhat of a dare, although it was unclear to me if I was daring myself or Ian. But right now, I felt a little embarrassed; like I had disappointed Ian. When I looked up, I wasn't able to meet Ian's eyes. A movement over his left shoulder caught my attention, and I watched Danny slowly slide his first and second fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes as if savoring their flavor and then pulled them back out, ever so slowly; his tongue peeking out to circle the finger tips, opening his eyes and staring directly into mine. Ian must have seen some sort of reaction in my face, as he stepped slightly to the side, in order to put Danny back into his line of sight. His eyes narrowed as he turned to look at Danny, but my roommate was using his hand to rub his chin, disguising his previous actions. "Well you kids have fun tonight," Danny said with a wide grin. "I'll see you at Sophie's later." Ian's brows went up at this comment, but he didn't comment. "Jen, are you ready to go?" "I just need to grab my bag and a wrap," I said, as I went back to my bedroom. The temperature this evening was pretty mild, but I was feeling more than a little insecure about my outfit, so I pulled a cream cashmere wrap over my shoulders, knotted it between my breasts, and tried to cover as much cleavage as possible. I quickly grabbed my purse and a small gift bag and headed back out to meet Ian at the door. I saw that Danny still hovered in the background, a slight smirk on his face. This did not bode well for the night, so I decided to put a little effort into directing events into a better course. "Danny, isn't Joe hosting a poker game tonight?" I asked as I walked toward the men, trying to sound just mildly curious. I had no idea if Joe was hosting a game tonight, although one could usually be found at his apartment most Saturdays. Danny would attend only occasionally, but I was hoping he'd take the hint and bow out of tonight. We did have a deal after all: our bedroom fun was to end once one of us hooked up with someone. This was my way of telling Danny that Ian was my new someone. Apparently Danny didn't get it, or more likely he was ignoring our bargain in order to pursue his own agenda. "Well I am feeling lucky tonight, so I may stop by there before heading over to Sophia's. But I don't want to waste all this luck on just cards. I have a feeling that there may be more good fortune waiting to pounce at the party." The car ride to Sophia's was quiet and somewhat uncomfortable. I thought Ian would ask about Danny, or at least bring up the fact that I had never mentioned the fact that my roommate was male, but he kept his thoughts to himself. After two dates with Ian the Accountant, who was always so polite and courteous, to the point of being almost boring, I now sat with a dark and brooding Ian, more similar to the mysterious man that I first agreed to go out with. The party was crowded and loud. Most of the people were gathered in Sophia's spacious back yard, but more could be found throughout the house. Margaritas on the rocks were the featured drink of the evening and Jenny realized, maybe a little too late, that nerves were compelling her to drink them a little too quickly. Ian managed to find a scotch, and the alcohol seemed to be smoothing out the rough edges with which the date had started, and the two were enjoying themselves. They left the group of people with whom they had been chatting, and heading over to a makeshift bar, set up in the corner of the yard. Ian placed his hand against Jenny's lower back to help steer her through the throngs of people, and Jenny, loving the feel of it, shifted slightly closer to him. After acquiring fresh drinks, his second but her third, they wandered over to the trunk of a large oak tree, and Jenny leaned against it, looking up at Ian. "I know I mentioned it earlier, but you look very beautiful tonight." Ian stood very close to Jenny and reached up a finger to trail lightly from her temple, down the side of her face and along her throat. She stared up into his eyes, but he was watching his finger. As she gazed at Ian, Jenny wondered how she could have possibly considered breaking up with him. His finger moved along her collarbone, barely grazing the skin, following the edge of her wrap. When it arrived at the knot in the middle, just over her heart, his other hand came up to help gently part the material. His head dipped to the side of her face and whispered in her ear, "So very beautiful," as he dipper lower and pressed a gentle kiss just below her ear. Jenny's eyes closed and her head tilted back to give his lips more access. Her hands were gripping his hips, although she had no memory of lifting them there. "Jenny, you're mine tonight," he murmured against her neck, both hands sliding back and forth along the edges of her wrap, fingers grazing her skin. Jenny heard a small moan come from her lips. He sighed against her neck and pulled his head up. He rested his forehead against hers and cupped her shoulders with his hands. "God, you're so very tempting," he said quietly, "but there are too many people around to for this to go where I want it to go." Jenny's eyes were closed as she tried to pull herself together. Her entire body was on fire. She was seriously regretting her lack of a bra, as her nipples felt two inches long as they rubbed against her sweater. And with no panties to contain her arousal, she could smell how excited she was. She knew that it should embarrass her that Ian must be able to smell it too, but it only excited her more. "Sweetheart, why don't you go in and freshen up and then we can head home." As he said this, his hands moved from her shoulders, down her back and pulled her into a gentle embrace. With their bodies so close, she discovered that she wasn't the only one with physical evidence of their arousal. She opened her eyes and stared into his. As they gazed at each other, they both understood what was meant by "heading home." "Ok. I'll meet you by the front door. Would you mind saying good-by to Sophie for me?" She wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Ian gave her a wicked grin, letting her know that he understood her thoughts. "No problem." His smile left his face and his look turned intense. "Front door-five minutes." It sounded more like a command than a request, and for a moment Jenny stood frozen, feeling like a deer in headlights, and she felt a little liquid drip down her thighs. A swat on her butt snapped her out of it. "Off with you." Jenny blinked, then gave Ian a shy smile before scampering off in search of a powder room. Jenny walked across the yard, confident that Ian was watching her every step of the way. She took long strides, feeling sexy in her stilettos, and enjoying the feel of her arousal between her legs. She wasn't in the habit of going commando under a skirt, and the combination of the air hitting her clit and the rubbing created by each step was a huge turn on; she didn't think she had ever felt so aroused in her life. She arrived at the downstairs bathroom, and should have anticipated the line of people waiting. She thought of just skipping it and heading back to Ian, but wanted to use the facilities to avoid any delay once they got back to her (or his) apartment, so she decided to head upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she strode down the hall to the (thankfully) open bathroom door, and heard footsteps behind her. "Hey there, sexy. Came looking for me?" "Danny!" Jenny spun around. "When did you get here?" she asked nervously. She was taking small steps backwards toward the bathroom and fidgeting with the knot of her wrap. "Oh, I've been here a little while. I saw you and your date down by the oak tree." He was slowly walking toward her, but staying close to the wall. Jenny backed up against the opposite wall, attempting to keep distance between them. "It looks like things were getting kind of hot and heavy with you two. I think I'll have to thank him later for warming you up for me." He continued to move, towards Jenny, but always along the wall. Jenny kept her back against the opposite wall and tried to slide away from him. "Danny, this afternoon was the last time. I really like Ian and that was our deal: we stop once it became serious with someone else." She looked toward the bathroom, and Danny took one more small step to the side, putting himself between Jenny and the bathroom door. She realized what he had done and looked back to him, feeling cornered. He spoke quietly. "Jenny, Jenny, Jenny. See, the thing is, this afternoon was all about you. I made you feel good, didn't I, Jenny?" His voice dropped low. "You enjoyed how I made you feel. You loved my fingers inside you." He became even quieter. Jenny had to stop herself from leaning toward him to hear. "You rode my fingers, loving every second of it. You rode them, while I rubbed your clit. You couldn't get enough. Oh god, Jenny; you screamed so hard when you came." Jenny leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes. His words were revving up her body, already on the edge. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Danny spoke again. He had moved while her eyes were closed, and he sounded as if he were right in front of her. "Jenny, this afternoon was for you, but now it's my turn," he whispered. His hands gently gripped her waist and slid up, under her sweater, along her ribcage, to just below her breasts. They paused there and Jenny could feel his breath near her ear. She was pressing her back, arms, and head against the wall, eyes still closed. She concentrated on her breathing: in and out, in and out; telling herself that she didn't want this. She didn't want Danny. This was a really bad idea. His voice was barely audible as he breathed into her ear, "But Jenny, I think my turn will be so much better if you enjoy it too," and his hands moved across her breasts, just barely grazing her nipples, and his tongue caressed the shell of her ear. She gasped and her eyes came open. "Oh god," she panted. "Danny, no." But it was only a whisper. "Yes, Jenny. You know that this is what you want. You want it right here and you want it right now." His hands slid back down her sides to her hips, and around to caress her ass. He slowly began sliding her skirt up until his hands were on her bare skin. "Mmmm..." he breathed into her neck, "Aren't you a very good girl; such a food and obedient listener." He stroked her ass, caressing her as his mouth moved, kissing first her neck, then her chin, until he finally made it to her lips. He licked her bottom lip and Jenny moaned once, then leaned in to kiss him. The kiss went from slow and gentle to fiery in the space of a moment. Jenny's arms wrapped around his neck; her fingers gripped his hair. Danny groaned and pulled her tight to him, moving one hand along her thigh, yanking her leg up and around his hip. She could feel his erection, straining against his jeans, and wanting more, she rubbed herself against it. Danny pushed his body full against hers, pressing her into the wall, their lips never leaving each other. With his left hand, Danny blindly reached out to find the bedroom door next to them and, turning the doorknob, he pushed it open. He then used that hand to pull her second leg up and around his hips. She gripped him with her thighs, skirt around her waist, and he stumbled into the bedroom and kicked the door closed. He lowered her legs to the ground, and began to kiss his way down her neck. Jenny's legs felt weak, as his lips and tongue moved down her neck. Danny managed to remove the wrap and as it dropped to the floor, he reached into the scoop neck of her sweater and caressed her left breast, pulling it out to where his lips could find it. Jenny gasped as his lips closed over the nipple. He alternately sucked and stroked it with his tongue, while using his other hand to fondle the right breast. "Oh god, Danny," Jenny groaned, fingers wrapped in his hair. She was leaning against the door, head tilted back, eyes closed. Danny's lips moved to her other breast, and he spent equal time and care on it. His hands slowly moved down her hips, holding her skirt in place. He sat back on his heels before leaning forward, and placing his nose in the small thicket of hair between her legs. He took a deep breath through his nose. "Jenny, you smell like heaven," he said low and huskily. His hand came around, thumbs gently moving her lips back, as one finger slipped inside of her. "God, you're so wet for me." He breathed once more against her clit, and she held her breath as he made her wait one more second for his tongue. Finally it touched her, barely making contact with her clit, and she jerked and gasped. Then he dove in, licking and sucking her. His fingers moved inside her, first one, then two, moving in and out. She moaned and squirmed. "Danny," she breathed, "God, yes, Danny! More!" She held his head as he made love to her cunt, using his tongue and his fingers. God, those fingers. He knew just how to move them, stroking the inside of her pussy. Before Danny, she never knew how many nerve endings she had in there. She could feel the heat burning; starting in her belly and spreading out. "Yes, Danny! Oh my god! Holy shit." Her legs became weak, as she used the door to support her. Her eyes were closed and her head tossed back and forth against the door. Her hips rocked, as she met the thrust of his fingers. "Yeah, baby," Danny said against her pussy. "You taste so good. I could eat you all day." He emphasized his point but taking her clit in his mouth and running his tongue all around it, fucking her even faster with his fingers. Jenny could feel her orgasm just out of reach. "More, Danny. Faster." Her greedy pussy was clenching and thrusting against him. Danny slowly removed his fingers and lifted his mouth. Jenny looked down at him, mind in a daze. He stood up and kissed her, at first gentle, and then harder. She could taste herself in the kiss and it turned her on more. She was confused and frustrated, her body hovering on the edge of what she knew would be a spectacular orgasm, but was willing to follow his lead. My Weekend's Left Turn Ch. 02 "Ok, baby, it's my turn," Danny said. He undid the button of his fly and gently pushed her down on her knees. Jenny quickly unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to mid-thigh. She smiled as she realized that apparently Danny had also decided to go commando tonight. She rubbed her face against his rigid cock, feeling him and smelling him. She reached with her tongue, licking slowly from base to tip. When she reached the top, she looked up into Danny's eyes as she slowly took the entire length into her mouth. Danny groaned. "Fuck, baby." His hands cupped her head as she started bobbing, never taking her eyes off of his. "Damn, slow down, baby. I want to feel it all. Your mouth feels so good; so hot." He started slowly thrusting his hips, at once controlling her rhythm and forcing more of him into her mouth. "Shit, Jenny, god I love your mouth. Look at you, so beautiful and slutty on your knees. I could come just watching you give me head." His words turned her on even more. She loved being on her knees, worshiping his cock. It made her feel like both a total slut and a sex goddess; like she was made for sex. She grasped his ass and pulled him in tighter, opening her throat to deep throat him. She was rewarded with his low groan. She kept him deep as long as she could and then slowly pulled away to catch her breath. As soon as she was able, she took him deep again. "Holy fuck, when did you learn to do that?" Danny asked. His thrusting quickened. Pretty soon he was holding her head still as he fucked her face. "God, baby, you're so fucking sexy," Danny groaned. Then he met her eyes again, and his voice dropped down to a husky whisper, "Jenny, baby, reach down and touch yourself for me. I want you to come with me. I want to watch you when you do." Just hearing those words brought Jenny back to the brink of orgasm. She reached down with her hand and slowly slid one and then two fingers into her cunt. As she fucked herself with her fingers, she found her clit with her thumb. The sensations made her knees go weak. All her thoughts and feelings centered on the cock fucking her mouth and the orgasm building in her pussy. She kept herself upright by force of will, her eyes never leaving Danny's. "That's it, baby. Fuck yourself," Danny whispered. "I'm close, baby, so close. I need you with me. Are you almost there?" Jenny was unable to verbalize her reply, but her hitched breath and her body's rocking on her fingers let him know that she was very close. Her hand was now clutching his ass to keep herself steady, as Danny held her head and thrust harder into her mouth. Her other hand was making slurping noises as she continued to fuck herself, now using three fingers, with her thumb on her clit, stroking. "Ready, baby? Are you with me?" Danny's questions were each punctuated by a thrust. He eyes suddenly bored into her with a fierce intensity, "NOW, Jenny, NOW. Cum for me!" And he gave one last thrust of his hips. As Jenny felt the first burst of jism hit the back of her throat, her body convulsed. He quickly pulled out and stroking his cock, he shot two, three, then four ropes of cum into her face and across her chest. She barely registered this, as she fell back onto her heels and her hand continued its assault on her pussy, fucking furiously as she groaned and gasped her way through her orgasm. "Oh my god, oh my god," she muttered. As she slowly came down, she felt his cock, now flaccid, rubbing against her face. Danny gently cupped the back of her head with one hand, while using his cock to rub the cum all over her face with the other. He quietly whispered, "You feel that, baby? You feel what you do to me? Clean me up now, sweatheart," and he slipped his cock between her lips. Danny stroked her hair as she cleaned him off, her mind void of all thoughts but of how content she felt. After a few moments, he reached down and puller her up. Gently, he pulled her skirt back into place, smoothing it, then bent over and softly kissed each breast before tucking them back into the scoop neck of her sweater. Throughout this, Jenny stood motionless, still trying to pull her thoughts together. With a finger under her chin, Danny tilted her head up. He placed a kiss on her forehead before saying, "Jenny, you've never looked sexier, with my cum all over your face and tits, but you may want to clean yourself up a little before heading back downstairs to Ian." Still in a daze, Jenny looked at him for a heartbeat before his words sunk in. "Ian. Oh Shit." My Weekend's Left Turn Ch. 03 You can certainly read this chapter without having read the first two, but you may enjoy it more from the beginning. This chapter takes a slightly different turn than the first two (hence the story's title) and there is some mild BDSM, but I chose to keep it in the category of Erotic Coupling in keeping with the first two chapters. I wasn't necessarily planning on adding more chapters, but am open to the prospect. Constructive comments are welcome. Jenny stood there, feeling his cum drying over her face, neck, and chest. Her unfocused eyes were trained on his shirt and intelligent thought was returning, but slowly. "Danny," she whispered, "what am I going to do? Ian's downstairs. He's been waiting, for like, a long time." Her voice rose at the end of the sentence, as she brought her eyes up to his face. "Danny! Why did you do this? How could you?" She bit back tears. Danny caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "I told you, Jen, I'm not ready to give you up." He grinned. "You have to admit, we have an awful lot of fun together." He kissed her forehead, then stepped back and busied himself with tucking his shirt back in his pants and zipping up. "Fun? FUN? What the hell, Danny!" she yelled. "Fun is what happens when you go to Disney World. What you did was totally fuck up my life!" She stepped back and looked at him. "You are such an asshole. I can't believe you did that." He finished buckling his belt, and gave her his full attention. "What, exactly, did I do? I think the pronoun you're looking for is we. And we just had all sorts of fun. First I had fun." He reached up and dragged his finger across the bottom of her chin, pulling off a dollop of his cum and rubbing it against her lips. "Then you had fun." He grabbed her right hand and brought her fingers to his mouth. Jenny tried to simultaneously scrub her mouth with her left hand and yank her right away from his grip. "Jenny, I'm ok with you pretending to be a non-participant. In fact, I've discovered that having you make me work for it each time is a huge turn on. But Jenny, you and I both know that you were with me every step of the way. That was you, on your knees, staring into my eyes while you sucked my dick. And those were your fingers in that greedy pussy, causing you to scream while I painted your face." Jenny took a step back and just stared at him. "Maybe," she whispered, "but no more." Danny shook his head and smiled, then exited the room, leaving the door open behind him. "She's in there," she heard him say from the hall. "Jenny?" She heard Ian's voice just before he poked his head in the bedroom. Jenny grabbed her wrap off the floor and and tried to wipe her face with it. "Stop." Jenny dropped her arms, letting the wrap slip out of her fingers to the floor, knowing it was a futile effort anyway. She stood, staring at the ground, and a tear rolled down her cheek. She could think of nothing to say. What could she say? Ian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. From the corner of her eye, Jenny could see him lean against the door, saying nothing, just staring at her. In a voice that held a commanding edge, but was still quiet, he asked, "Jenny, look at me." She couldn't do it, so she gave a tiny shake and continued to look at the floor, slow tears falling. "Jennifer." Ian took a step forward, standing just before her, legs spread and arms crossed. "Look at me." Her head slowly lifted, her eyes followed even more slowly. When she finally met his gaze, she was unsure of what she saw. He was looking at her, face set but with no discernible expression. "Ian," she then paused, not sure what to say. Finally, in a small voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't want this. I wanted...I want...you." His eyes raked her from head to toe, his expression still giving nothing away. "Go in the bathroom and clean up." Jenny stared at him another second, unsure, then quickly grabbed her wrap and purse and slipped around him and out the door to head to the bathroom at the end of the hall. She used the time in the bath not only to make use of the facilities and clean up, but also to compose herself. She gripped the edge of the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. So this is what a slut looks like, she thought to herself. After a deep breath, she turned and walked out the door. Ian stood at the top of the stairs. His expression still gave nothing away and he stepped aside and allowed her to descend the stairs first. "I've given our hostess our final birthday wishes and goodbyes. It's time for us to leave." He steered her toward the front door, hand at the small of her back. The silence during the drive to Jenny's apartment became too much for her. "Ian," she began. "Not now." Ian's eyes never left the road, but Jenny could now see that his jaw was clenched. "Ian, I just want to-" "Jenny, I said, NOT NOW." He still didn't look at her, but she cringed from the anger his voice finally showed. She turned her head and stared out the window. When they arrived back at Jenny's apartment, rather than just pulling up and dropping Jenny off, as she expected, Ian parked the car and turned off the ignition. She was so shocked when he exited the vehicle that she didn't immediately get out. In the few seconds that it took for her to process this, he was around to her side and opened the door for her. She just looked up at him until he held out his hand. In confusion, she took it and allowed him to pull her out of the car and escort her to the door. They stood on the front porch and he turned to her with his hand outstretched. "Keys." "What?" "Your keys." She looked down at his open palm for a second, then opened her purse and fished out her house keys, setting them in his palm. He opened the door and stood back, allowing her to enter first. Always the gentleman, she thought, opening the door for his slut date. He entered behind her, closed the door and placed her keys on the entry table. Without looking at her, he took her hand and walked her down the hall into her bedroom, again closing that door behind him. She looked at him, unsure of what to do at this point. He motioned to the bed. "Sit." She looked at him, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, facing him, placing her wrap and purse next to her. Ian took a step forward. Jenny could feel him looming over her and it made her feel like an errant school girl. Rather than meet his eyes, she stared at his feet. "Jennifer, eyes on me." Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders and looked up. Ian just stood, legs slightly spread, hands clasped behind his back, staring at Jenny. "Jennifer," he started, "I want you to tell me exactly what happened. Do not lie. Do not leave anything out." Jenny blinked and looked away, trying to think how to begin. "And Jenny? Why don't you start with this afternoon; with what happened before our date." Jenny's eyes snapped back to Ian. He continued to stand there, staring at her, still no expression. So she began. "Danny and I have known each other for a few years. We weren't good friends, more like acquaintances. About a year ago, we were both looking for a roommate, so we decided to move in together. That was it, just sharing an apartment. We barely saw each other. Um, until about six months ago. We were both home on a Saturday night, so we shared a bottle of wine and hung out. Then we had more wine, and then one thing led to another and we ended up in bed together. The next morning we talked about it. We really don't have much in common. He actually gets on my nerves most of the time. But we both really enjoyed the sex. So we decided, since neither one of us was seeing anyone else, we'd just kind of keep up the sex until one of us found someone." She sat; looking at her hands clasped in her lap, and took a breath. "It was supposed to end when we found someone." At this she looked up at Ian. "What happened this afternoon, Jenny?" She looked back down at her hands. "I was getting ready for our date and couldn't decide what to wear. I was standing in my robe, looking in my closet. He came up behind me and started kissing my neck. He knows how I like that. Umm, then he, uh, he...Well, we didn't actually have sex." "Jenny, you really don't want to make me ask again." "He slid the robe off my shoulders, kissing my neck, and then he started touching my breasts. I tried to stop him then." "Jenny, the truth. You do not lie to me." "I did try to stop him," she knew she sounded like a petulant child, but couldn't seem to help herself, "but maybe not very hard," she finished in a quieter voice. "Tell me what happened next." "He reached lower and started touching, um, my, um..." Jenny fiddled with the hem of her miniskirt, unsure of how to go on. "Your pussy. He started touching your pussy. Correct?" "Yes." "Say it." "He started touching, stroking, my pussy. His other hand was still touching my breasts. Part of me wanted him to stop. I mean, I was getting ready for my date with you, but it felt so good. And you and I hadn't actually done anything yet, so-" "Jennifer, what date was it?" "What?" "What number date was it?" "The third." "Did you think there was a chance that this date might end up differently?" "Yes." "So you thought there was a chance that you might be sleeping with me later in the evening, yet you continued to let your roommate fondle you?" "Yes," Jenny answered honestly but quietly. "Continue." "So he was caressing my breasts and stoking my pussy. Then the stroking turned into fingering me. I was leaning back against him while he did this. Then I came. Um...hard. That's it for this afternoon. Nothing else happened," she paused and added, "then." "Did he tell you that he would be at the party?" "Yes, but not until after. I didn't know when I invited you. He didn't say anything until after we were done and you were coming to pick me up." "Who did you wear your outfit for, him or me?" She looked up at him, not sure how to answer this one. "Jenny, you're doing very well so far. Let's keep it up. No lies. Now answer the question." "Well, he kind of told me what to wear. I mean he told me to wear the leather miniskirt and the shoes. I chose the sweater. But I didn't just wear it because he told me to. I wanted to look sexy for you. I wanted this date to end differently." She thought for a minute. "I guess I wanted our date to end differently so I could have a definitive reason to end things with Danny once and for all. He's not real good at being told no. So the outfit was kind of to insure that our date ended, well, ended in bed." "And the lack of underwear? Your idea or his?" The question made her jump a little as her eyes swung back up to his. "How did you know I wasn't wearing underwear?" For the first time Ian face showed a small amount of expression as the corners of his lips tipped up a little. "Sweetheart, did you not notice my hands all over your ass under the oak tree? And the lack of bra was evident from the moment you stepped into the front hall." "Oh," Jenny looked back down, knowing she was blushing. "So whose idea?" "Well, he kind of told me not to wear panties, but when I left them off I did it so I would feel sexy for you. The decision had nothing to do with him." She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his. "And that's the truth." When she received no reaction from him, she looked back down. "And the no bra was all my idea." There was silence for a few moments before Ian said, "Let's get back to your story. Tell me what happened at the party." At this point, Jenny thought she couldn't feel more embarrassed, and it was best to tell the story and get it done. She was anxious to know what Ian was going to do afterwards. Plus, sitting on the bed, still without panties on, she was kind of getting turned on by the retelling of events. She looked up at Ian before continuing. "There was a line for the downstairs bathroom, so I went upstairs. I was only a few steps down the hall when Danny spoke behind me. He said something like, 'Looking for me?' He totally surprised me. I kept trying to get to the bathroom, but he said that we needed to finish what we started this afternoon; that I owed him. He started talking dirty to me, talking about everything we did that afternoon. He, uh, was very detailed and it was pretty sexy." Jenny continued to look up at Ian and Ian just stared back. "So, I don't remember exactly, but I guess we were kissing and he reached under my skirt and found that I wasn't wearing panties, and-" "Show me." "What?" "Show me that you aren't wearing any panties." Jenny looked at Ian for a moment, then stood and slowly slid her skirt up so that it was bunched at her waist before sitting back down. Ian continued to look into her eyes as he said, "Open your legs." Jenny spread her legs and Ian's eyes drifted down. His expression didn't change, but Jenny thought she heard his breathing deepen. She felt his gaze on her cunt as an almost physical presence and warmth spread through her pussy. "Continue." Jenny took a breath and pulled her thoughts together. "Danny told me what a good girl I was for not wearing any panties like he asked." "And were you, Jenny?" Ian's eyes were back on hers. "Was I...? "A good girl. Were you a good girl, standing in the hallway, letting your roommate stick his hand under your skirt while I was downstairs waiting? Were you a good girl, Jenny?" Jenny whispered. "No." "No. You were not a good girl. In fact I think you were a very naughty girl." "Yes." "Continue." "Somehow we made it into the bedroom and he closed the door. He was kissing me all over and slid my skirt up. He, um, pulled my breasts out of the top of my sweater and bra." "Take your sweater and bra off." Jenny removed them and dropped them both on the floor. At first she felt shy, sitting in nothing but her bunched up skirt and stilettoes, legs still spread, but she straightened her shoulders and continued. "He licked and caressed my breasts. Then his hand was between my legs. He stroked me...my pussy...and fucked me with his fingers." "Show me." Ian's voice was low, but commanding. Jenny slowly brought her right hand towards her pussy; her fingers trailing along her thigh as she made her way. She looked straight into Ian's eyes as she brought her middle finger to her clit and made a leisurely circle. She dipped it into her cunt to gather her juices, and then slowly stroked it back up. Her breath hitched and she closed her eyes for a moment. "Eyes on me," Ian snapped. Jenny's eyes opened and she focused on Ian, her breathing shallow. "Continue." Jenny's finger continued its journey as she spoke; a circle around her clit then a dip, deep into her pussy, and back again. "He touched my pussy and fucked me with his fingers," she began softly, her breathing hitched, "then he knelt and put his face by my pussy. He smelled me and told me how great I smell." She stopped rubbing her clit and plunged two fingers into her cunt. "He used his tongue and his fingers. He did it together. I was leaning against the door and my legs could barely hold me up. His mouth and tongue devoured my clit and he fucked me so good with his hand." Jenny hand was picking up speed and she was having trouble maintaining eye contact with Ian. "Stop." Jenny's hand stopped and she was breathing hard. For a moment Ian said nothing more, allowing Jenny's body to come down off its high just a little. "Now use both hands. Rub your clit and fuck your pussy. But Jenny, keep it slow. We can't have you coming so soon. Naughty girls don't get to come quickly, do they?" "No." Jenny obeyed and slowly rubbed her clit with her right hand and began fucking herself with her left. "He got me so close, God, so close, and then he stopped. He said it was his turn and he pushed me down to my knees. I was so ready to explode I would have done anything." Jenny's fingers were picking up speed. "I pulled out his cock. It was already hard. I took him in my mouth. Uhh.." Jenny's eyes closed again, as her hands sped up. "STOP." Her hands immediately stopped and she drew in a deep breath. "Eyes on me. Good, now place your hands on your thighs and keep them there." Jenny felt like every nerve ending was pulled taught. Her legs were still spread wide and the cool air touching her very wet pussy was almost unbearable. "Finish." She tilted her head the slightest bit as she looked at him with a hint of question in her eyes. His implacable expression still did not change but she thought she saw a glint of amusement in his eyes when he said, "Finish the story. Hands stay on your thighs." "I sucked his cock. I took him deep. He told me how slutty I looked on my knees and it turned me on more. Then he told me to touch myself. I felt like such a horny slut, on my knees, fucking my cunt while he fucked my face. All I could think about was his cock and my pussy." Ian took a step closer to her. "Then what?" Jenny looked up at him as he took one more step, and stood directly in front of her. "Then he told me to cum." "And?" "I fucking exploded." Ian yanked her up and his mouth descended on hers. The kiss was savage. Jenny had never felt a kiss like this before; it felt like he was consuming her. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her body flush with his. She could feel his rock hard erection, straining in his jeans, and rubbing against her naked pussy. She groaned. His hands slid up to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Fuck, Ian," she groaned. She reached down and began to unzip his jeans, but he grabbed her hands and stopped her. He pulled her hands behind her back, holding them captive at the base of her spine. "Not so fast, Jenny," Ian whispered into her mouth. He switched his grip so he held both her wrists in his right hand, pulling her pelvis tight against his, as his left hand moved up her back and into her hair, gripping her head tight. She could feel every inch of his hard body where it touched hers, from crotch to breasts. He pulled her hair, putting enough pressure on it to tilt her head back, forcing her to look up at him. "Oh, sweet Jenny. Did you forget already? You were very naughty, Jenny, very, very naughty. Naughty girls don't get rewarded, do they?" Jenny could do nothing but stare at him. She had never felt so turned on in her life. She didn't know how much was the retelling of the story, or Ian's amazing kiss, or the way he held her, helpless and pinned to him, but her body was on fire. "Ian," she breathed, "Ian, let me make you feel good." She squirmed, trying to feel any kind of friction against her clit. Ian pulled her hips tighter to his, stilling her movements, and moved his mouth to her ear. Gently he sucked her earlobe into his mouth, rolling his tongue all around it. He breathed into her ear, "Don't worry, Jenny. We'll get to that. But we have plenty of time." He traced the sensitive skin behind her ear with his tongue, and his voice became so quiet she could barely hear him. "But before naughty girls get their pleasure, they first need their punishment." Just that little brush of tongue and whisper of breath in her ear had Jenny's entire body tingling. If this was punishment, she wasn't sure she could endure it for long, but she was sure willing to try. "Ok," she sighed. Suddenly, Jenny's arms were released, and in one movement she felt Ian's arm sweep her legs out from under her and he was carrying her in his arms. He sat on the end of her bed, where Jenny had been sitting moments earlier, and settled her on his lap. She was unsure of what he was up to, but as she looked up at him, slightly dazed, a small part of her mind wondered if he could feel the wet spot that she surely left there. For a few moments, he gently massaged her shoulders and upper arms, easing the stiffness that had resulted from his former grip on her. My Weekend's Left Turn Ch. 03 Ian held her close and brushed a lock of hair off of Jenny face, his eyes following the movement of his hand. "Jenny, we have a few things that we need to talk about." His eyes rested on hers. "Remember tonight, when we were under the oak tree?" Jenny nodded. "I told you tonight that you were mine. Do you remember that?" Jenny nodded again. "I need more than a nod, sweetheart. I need your words on this." "I remember, Ian." "What do you remember?" "You told me that I was yours tonight." "Do you want to be mine?" Jenny started to nod, but at his look she spoke up. "Yes, Ian. I want to be yours." Ian smiled, and stroked her hair. "Good." His hand stilled on her head, then slid around to hold her chin. His face was again solemn as he looked into her eyes. "But, baby, there's something that you need to know about me. I don't share. Ever. I'm not at all pleased about what went on in your bedroom this afternoon, but that was before you became mine, so we won't speak of it. But what you did at the party was unacceptable." "Ian, I'm so-" Ian's voice was sharp as he cut her off. "Jenny! You had your time to talk. It's my turn now." Jenny looked down at her lap. "Eyes on me!" Jenny's eyes snapped back to look at Ian. Ian's voice still sounded harsh as he continued. "What happened today will never happen again. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Ian. I'm so sorry." Ian was back to stroking her hair. "I know you are, baby, but sorry isn't really enough for something like this, is it?" Jenny just looked at him, unsure of what he meant. "Baby, his cock was in your mouth, wasn't it?" Jenny nodded. "Words, baby, use your words." "Yes, Ian." "Yes, what?" "Um, yes, his cock was in my mouth." "And he came on your face, didn't he?" "Yes, he came all over my face." "And he ate your pussy, didn't he?" Jenny tried to look away, but Ian pulled her chin back to face him. "Didn't he?" "Yes," she said quietly, looking into his eyes, "he ate my pussy." "And where was I when all this happened?" "You were downstairs," she said. "That's right. I was just downstairs, saying goodbye to our hostess." Ian just looked at her a few moments, allowing the words to sink in. Jenny wanted nothing more than to look away in shame, but she forced herself to look back at him. "Jenny, I want to forget about all this and move on. I want to be able to kiss this gorgeous mouth," he ran his thumb along her bottom lip, "without imagining his cock in it, and without remembering his cum dripping from it." Ian frowned down at her. "And I want to smell this pussy." At this, Jenny felt his hand slowly move up the inside of her thigh, pushing her legs apart, until his fingers were resting just outside her cunt. "Yes, I want to smell this pussy," two fingers thrust into Jenny and she gasped, "and not imagine his face buried in it." His fingers continued to thrust with force. Jenny opened her legs wider and groaned, her head falling back as her eyes drifted shut. Suddenly the fingers pulled out. "Eyes on me, Jenny." She forced herself to meet his eyes again, and the fingers slipped back in, more slowly this time, and his thumb began caressing her clit. Jenny whimpered. "Jenny, we need to move on from these memories." In and out went his fingers, slowly and gently; the thumb rubbing in circles. "And Jenny, you need to know that you are forgiven." The fingers stilled. "Jenny, you want to be forgiven, don't you, baby?" Jenny's breathing was shallow. "Yes," she panted. "Ian, please forgive me." Her hands stroked up his arms to his shoulders. She was turned on almost to the point of incomprehension, but she knew she had to get this point across. "Ian, I'm so sorry. You have to believe me. It will never happen again." Ian slowly removed his fingers and Jenny whimpered. He raised that hand up and slowly stroked his pungent finger along her bottom lip. "That's just it, Jenny. I don't know that you'll never do this again. It didn't take much for Danny to get you going today." His finger slipped between her lips and he slid it in and out of her mouth. Jenny unconsciously closed her lips around it, using her tongue to stroke it. "As we agreed earlier, Jenny, you were a naughty, naughty girl. And naughty girls need to be punished." The finger stopped moving and rested on her bottom lip. "Stand up, Jenny." Ian's finger came away from her mouth and his arms dropped from around her. She slowly stood up and faced him. "Do you agree that you were naughty?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I was very naughty." "And do you agree that you need to be punished?" "Ian?" "Jenny, think of it this way. What happens when a toddler colors on the walls with crayons? They knew it was wrong when they did it, but they did it anyway, so they get punished. The punishment serves two purposes. First of all, the next time they're tempted by a blank wall and some crayons, they'll remember the punishment and think twice. But secondly, the punishment helps both the parent and the child put the incident behind them. Afterwards there are plenty of hugs and kisses and all is forgiven. Do you understand?" "Um, yes. I think so." Jenny stood up a little straighter. "Ian, I'm sorry for what I did, and I need to be punished." "Good girl. Now, take off your skirt and shoes." Jenny removed the skirt that was still bunched around her waist, and slipped off her heels. "Come here." Ian reached with his hand, and as Jenny slipped her hand into his he yanked her forward. Jenny found herself face down across his lap. "Ian?" Jenny's voice was shaky. He stroked her back and butt gently. "It's ok, baby." The hands stopped their caressing, and she heard the sounds of his belt coming undone, then the whisper of it being pulled through the loops. "Give me your hands, baby," Ian said, as he reached to pull her hands from where they were cushioning her head on the edge of the bed. He slowly pulled them behind her back and she felt the belt wrap around her wrists. He cinched it tight, and let the end flap down towards the floor. His hand stroked her ass, then reached between her legs and slowly pushed them gently apart. Jenny had never felt so exposed or vulnerable. Her ass was in the air, her pussy fully exposed, and her hands were bound behind her back. "Ian, I don't know..." "Shhh...." Ian stroked her head with one hand, and the other gently rubbed first one butt cheek, then the other. "Shhh. It'll be ok, baby. Do you trust me?" "Y..yes," Jenny stuttered. She began to relax as his hands continued to caress her. "Good girl." The hand caressing her ass dipped between her legs and she felt a finger stroke over her slit before it continued back up to the globes of her butt. Her breath became shallower. "Jenny, who do you belong to?" The finger slipped back down and stroked her slit, hesitating at the entrance to her opening, rubbing back and forth without penetrating. "Who do you belong to?" he whispered. "I belong to you, Ian. I'm yours." "That's right, baby, you're mine." His finger stroked back and forth across her slit, until it stilled right outside her entrance. "You're mine, Jenny, and we're going to be great together." The finger slipped inside and Jenny's muscles clenched around it. "That's it, baby." His finger pulsed in and out. "It will be so good between us." "God, Ian. Oh my god." She could feel it building inside. Her head tossed back and forth against the mattress. "Fuck, Ian." The finger stopped and slipped back out and Jenny moaned over the loss. "I'm sorry, baby, but it's not time for that yet. We need to get to your punishment." As he spoke, his hand went back to stroking her ass. "You have to trust me on this. It will be so much better after you've had your punishment. You trust me, don't you?" Jenny pulled in a breath. "Yes, Ian. Oh, god, I trust you. But, please, baby, can we get on with it? I need to....I need to....God, I need it," Jenny ended on a whimper. Ian's left hand stroked her hair and moved down between her shoulder blades to finally rest on her bound wrists, as his right hand moved in circles on one butt cheek then the other. "Yeah, baby, we can get on with it." The slap came sudden and hard, landing on her right cheek. Jenny yelped in stunned surprise and tried to squirm off his lap. He held her in place by her wrists and a second blow landed on her left cheek. Two more slaps came hard and fast. Jenny was sobbing. "Ian, stop!! Please, Ian! I'm sorry! Please stop!" "Shh, Jenny, hush now." His hands were back to rubbing, soothing the sensitive flesh. "It's ok now. Hush." His words calmed her as his hand stroked. One finger slid back down between her legs and once again, ran back and forth along her slit, slowly working its way in. "That's it, baby, be calm now." Jenny closed her eyes and concentrated on the finger pulsing in and out. "Ian...," she groaned. "Please, Ian. More." The finger was going deeper with each plunge. "Does my baby like that?" "Ian, please, I like that so much, please, I need more." "Who do you belong to, baby?" "You, Ian. I belong to you." She tried to push back with her ass, to get more of that finger in her pussy, but his other hand was still holding her by her wrists, stilling her movement. "That's right, baby. You belong to me. And is anyone else going to enjoy this pussy?" He added a second finger, sliding in and out. "No, Ian," Jenny panted. "It's just for you. My pussy is just for you." "That's right. This pussy, this wet pussy, this pussy is just for me." His fingers were speeding up and Jenny felt herself getting closer. "Yours," was all she could get out. The fingers stilled and Jenny moaned in response. "Are you going to remember that, Jenny? Will you remember that your pussy is only for me?" "Yes, Ian. Please. Oh, please, Ian. Please finish." Tears were coming down Jenny's face, and she squirmed on his lap. "No, baby. I'm sorry, but it's still not time. I need to know that you learned your lesson." The fingers left her body and Jenny tensed, waiting. The slaps came, harder than before, alternating between left and right. There were ten total, and by the end, Jenny was sobbing. "Shh. It's ok now, Jenny. We're almost done." His hands soothed her, stroking her head and butt. "Shh. Be calm now." His fingers were back between her legs. "Oh, baby, the spankings hurt, don't they?" Jenny took a deep breath and sniffed. "Yes, Ian, they hurt. Please no more. I'll be good, I promise." "I know they hurt, but, baby, I have to say, they leave your pussy so wet." Two fingers were sliding in and out and Jenny could hear the sound her dripping pussy was making as they moved in her. He was right and it mortified her. She turned her face to bury it in the covers. "Don't do that, sweetheart. I love that it makes you so wet. Can't you feel it, Jenny? Can you feel how much I love it?" She could. She could feel his cock, hard as granite, against her side. "We just have one more thing to do, baby, and then we can play." His fingers stroked her, this time twisting around to hit her g-spot as he slid out. He rested his hand on her ass. "Did you hear that, Jenny?" "Hear what, baby?" Jenny squirmed, hoping he'd take the hint and return his fingers. "Danny's home." Jenny stilled and listened. Ian was right. She could hear his keys hit the front hall table, and then footsteps as he walked toward the kitchen. Ian's hand caressed her as he whispered, "Jenny, it's time for Danny to learn the new rules." His hand came down with the hardest slap yet, then another and another. Jenny yelled involuntarily. "Ow! Ian!!! Stop!" Her bedroom door flew open as Danny yelled, "Jenny, are you....uh...ok? What's going on?" Jenny's was facing away from Danny; her ass toward the door. Ian was back to stroking her butt, slowly and deliberately. Jenny, having no idea how to deal with the situation, buried her face in the bed. "Hello, Danny." Ian's fingers slipped back inside Jenny. She couldn't believe that he would do that right in front of Danny, and squirmed, this time to try to dislodge them. But as usual, Ian held her still by her wrists. "What the hell, man!" Danny bellowed. "Jenny, seriously, are you ok?" "Jenny's fine, aren't you, baby?" This time a third finger joined the other two, as they pumped in and out. Jenny had stopped squirming, so Ian began stroking her hair. "Tell Danny, baby." "I'm...I'm fine, Danny." Her breath hitched as her body, already so close to the edge, revved up even more. "Oh god. Really, shit, really, I'm fine, Danny." Danny was surprisingly silent. "Lift your head, baby. No hiding in the covers." Jenny turned her head, but looked at the back wall, behind Ian and away from Danny. She closed her eyes, hoping to tune out what was happening behind her and to concentrate on those wonderful fingers. In and out. They felt so good. "No, baby. Eyes open. Turn your head. This way. Look over there." Ian helped position her head and suddenly she realized what he meant. Her floor mirror was in the corner of the room, and at this angle she could see herself spread over Ian's lap, ass high in the air. She could see his hand move as his fingers slid in and out. But more importantly, she could see Danny, standing behind her, eyes riveted to her pussy and what Ian was doing to it. "Oh god," she moaned. The whole sight was turning her on even more. "Oh my god." "Yes, baby. That's it. Now tell him how my fingers feel." "Oh god! They fill me up so good. Ohhhh," she moaned and closed her eyes. "Eyes open, baby." Jenny opened her eyes and looked at Ian, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He smiled at her. "Good girl. Now take a look." His eyes swung over to look at Danny in the mirror, and her gaze followed. "Tell him, baby." Jenny couldn't believe it. Danny was rubbing himself through his jeans. He was watching Ian finger her and rubbing his cock in rhythm. "I love it. Fuck me, Ian. Please fuck me with your fingers. Please let me come." "Does my baby want to come?" His fingers sped up and Jenny could see Danny's hand also increase its speed. "Yes, baby. Please, yes! Please let me come. I'm so close." "Not quite yet, baby. Tell me, who do you belong to?' "You, Ian! I belong to you!" God, she was so close. "Who do you belong to?" He asked again, his fingers fucking her fast and hard. "You, baby! I belong to you!" She could see Danny frantically rubbing the front of his jeans and bucking his hips. "Who owns this pussy?" "It's your pussy, baby. All yours. Oh, god, Ian..." Jenny sobbed. "Now baby!" Jenny screamed as her orgasm hit. Her body convulsed, muscles contracting over and over on his fingers, her body bucking and rolling on his lap. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she babbled. Her body continued to shudder, Ian's fingers slowing but still fucking her. "Oh god, Ian. Oh my god." Ian stroked her back, slowly sliding his fingers in and out with his other hand as she came down. Jenny gradually stilled and Ian loosened the belt from around her wrists and slid it off. He scooped her up and placed her on his lap, rubbing her shoulders and arms, returning circulation to them. Her head was limp, and she burrowed into his neck. He stroked her back and hair, whispering soothing words to her. "Shh, baby. It's ok. Shh." Her breath finally evened out. "Are you back with me?" She nodded, but kept her face in his neck. "Look at me, baby." She slowly pulled her face out of his neck and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and stroked his fingers over her cheek. "How do you feel?" Her glazed look slipped away as her face broke into a wide grin. Ian laughed aloud. "Good. But I actually meant, how's your ass doing? Those were not small love taps." She wiggled a little on his lap, attempting to find a more comfortable position. She looked at him accusingly. "It hurts. Like, a lot!" "Good." "Ian!!" "I'm serious, Jenny. It should hurt. I want you to remember this. Danny has been like a bad habit that you need to break and the next few days will be the hardest. I tried to demonstrate to him what the new game plan is, but he may take more convincing. I'm expecting that he will try to get you to break just to prove that he can. A sore ass will be a good reminder as to who owns that ass." She put her hand against his cheek. "You do Ian. It's only you." "That's right, babydoll. Did you learn your lesson, then?" "Yes, Ian." She glanced around. "Where did Danny go?" "He slipped out in the middle of your orgasm. I think he needed to change his pants." Ian smirked. "Go lock the door now, sweetheart. Showtime is over for the night." Jenny slid off his lap and walked over to lock the door. When she came back, he stopped her from sitting back down by placing his hands on her hips. "Turn around, sweetness. I want to see your ass." She turned and felt his hands run over her cheeks. "That's so good, Ian. Your hands feel cool." "I think they may be red for a few days." "Do you think we could lay on the bed? It really did hurt to sit on your lap." "I have a better idea." He swung her back around to face him. "Get on your knees baby."