4 comments/ 40822 views/ 0 favorites Just A Taste By: donnatah Have you ever wanted something so bad, you could taste it? Naked and fresh out of the shower, smoothing my favorite Moringa Body Butter down my body. Over my neck and arms, giving special attention to my breasts and my very sensitive nipples, down my stomach; looking at myself in the mirror. I'm average height with a runners build and take pride in my muscular body as my hands move down. Fuck, your pussy looks hot! Looking at myself I couldn't help but giggle at my mental play on words, the Jordan Sparks song "no air, air" had me singing "no hair, hair." I had just finished my monthly touch up waxing. Smooth all over. I love that feeling and enjoy it as I stand there. It was Friday night, I hadn't decided what I was going to do – stay home and read a book or stay home and watch my favorite program on TV. It didn't matter; both ideas would have me sitting comfortably on the couch, warm and snuggly, in my pajamas. My stray thoughts wander to earlier when I had called the photographer about setting up a time to take my picture. He wasn't in his office and I had gotten the machine. It isn't every day that something stops me in my tracks, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck slowly rise while shivers run down my spine. But there I was, phone in hand listening to this guy's message. There was something about his voice that captured me. Thinking of it has my heart racing. Looking at myself in the mirror as I stand in front of the sink…my vision starts to blur. I imagine the man behind the voice. He is perfect in my imagination; laughing when I want him to, grabbing me forcefully before I can see his face, wrapping his arms around me, I can feel his dick riding up the crack of my ass as he fits himself flat against the back of my body. My hands are now his hands as they glide over my smooth pussy. Working my pleasure spot as though I am racing to the finish. He knows how to touch me, he knows my secret need. Oh ya, this feels good. I'm too close, WAIT… STOP!! Eyes closed, still snuggled in his warm arms, I remove my hand and lean over onto the counter, trying to catch my breath. I know if I save it for later, maybe when I am cozy on the couch or lying on my bed, I can build it up again for an extra special treat. It was so close I almost couldn't stop. Damn that man's voice turns me on. The phone ringing snaps me out of my daydream. I grab a towel and start to dry off my body as I let the answering machine take the call. "Oh…uh… hey, this is Matthew, the photographer. Sorry to be playing phone tag. Hey, um, ya, I would love to set up a time to take your photo. If you don't mind talking business at the bar, I'll be at The Wine Cellar around 6 p.m. Catch me there. I'll be wearing a white oxford, I'm a tall guy at 6', black hair, and I have small stars tattooed up the back of my neck, you can't miss me. I hope to see you there. If not, give me a call tomorrow and we can set up a time for Saturday." I stand there looking at the machine as he talked into it. It's the third time he had left a message. I originally called him last week and nearly came when I heard his voice on the recording, "Hi, you've reached Matthew" Damn YES, I'd like to reach him! I don't know what he looks like but his voice - it licks me when he talks. I can't get enough, so after I left a message, I called the number 5 more times okay, more like 8 times just to hear it again. I know it sounds a little over the top – but who was to know? Exactly! No one. +++++++++++++++++++++ I was just thinking how boring my days have become, when ‘crazy' happened. I'm a photographer and with the economy taking a shit – my business is in the crapper (no pun intended). As I walk into my apartment I am always glad to see the blinking light of my answering machine. Makes me believe things will be better and I won't have to sleep in the gutter any time soon. Not that I am there - yet, but two more months of slacking jobs really is cutting into my savings. I have two weddings this weekend and a professional photo shoot that I still have to confirm a date and time. I walk over to push the button, "Hello Matthew, this is Dee, your not there, I will try again later." This is the second message I have gotten from ‘Dee', she's the ‘professional photo' job I need to line up. She sounds nice, but my caller I.D. shows she has called 11 times – in a row. Can you say crazy? I plan on going to the Cellar tonight; I'll call her and see if she can meet me there. I hope she shows up so I can book an appointment and get it done and over with, I don't have time for crazy. +++++++++++++++++++++ So much for the date I had planned with my book and my couch, not that I am complaining. After listening to the message it doesn't take real brilliance to figure out that I will NOT miss the 6:00 p.m. appointment. This means I have 30 minutes to get dressed before I need to rush down there. It has crossed my mind that I have no idea what this guy looks like. He might have a bulbous nose and drink way too much; I mean… his appointment at the bar could totally be indicative of a rowdy alcoholic lifestyle. If that's the case, I don't want to look too sexy and show too much of my hard to achieve, pushed up, cleavage. However, I also do not want to look like I just left Wal-Mart. I decide on casual but nice, it IS 90 degrees outside so I believe flip-flops, a Hawaiian print rayon skirt, and a tank top are in order. I put my hair up in a pony-tail and decide to skip the makeup. I'll also skip the underwear. I am still too sensitive, after waxing earlier today and then my extra curricular shower time activities, underwear is going to have to stay in the drawer. Without hair down there, the silk touches and moves on my clit to the point that I need to remove it anyway, so why bother? I live close to town so today I will walk to the bar. The only reason I am going to meet this guy is to make arrangements for my photograph to be taken. Anyone who believes that is a fuckin' idiot! I'm going so I can meet this man and decide: if his voice licks me, maybe his tongue will?!!? As I walk in, the first guy at the end of the bar, with his back to me, is him. I know it is. He has on the white Oxford shirt and even from here I can see the stars. Hell yes…I'm seeing stars, I think I might also pass out from holding my breath, I'm so nervous. I walk up next to him and immediately lean over to say hello to the bartender, crap, I'm afraid to look, I order my drink and commence to arrange my area; jacket on the seat (had to bring one, sometimes it's cold inside establishments – what?), purse on the bar, money at hand it's now or never, I sit back and turn to look at my dream voice. My first hello and I… am nearly speechless. The chemical attraction hits me like a brick – it is thick in the air. Not sure he felt it, but I was having a hard time concentrating. I was taking it all in, his build, his face, his hands, his long fingers, his lips. Oh Fuck! Those lips… I could see them moving over his beautiful teeth. His smile nearly had me dancing from the tension he was producing on the inside walls of my very wet, getting more wet as I stand there, pussy. I have a vague thought about his smile. Is he smiling because he can literally SEE his effect on me or is he smiling because it's polite to smile when one first meets someone? It doesn't matter, as I stare at his lips, his face, his beautiful eyes, and back to his lips. I become obsessed with my wondering thoughts. Oh God, I need to taste him! Now! Not just those lips… all of him. Just one taste…or three; his lips, his body, his cock. Oh hell ya, I want his cum for breakfast or a mid day snack! >trying to breathe Why is he still talking? His lips are moving again and I'm not sure what he is saying. I don't care. If I could have a taste I am sure I could concentrate once again on the subject at hand, whatever it was or is. I don't dare ruin the taste by wanting to mask it with chocolate or strawberry hot gel. No, I want him. I want HIS taste, in MY mouth. Could I please have one hot Matthew, photo guy, shaken, not stirred, latte… to go? OH Damn, this is a special kind of hell! I can feel myself getting wet. My pussy is pulsing as he is still talking, saying who knows what. I think I nodded my head like I was listening, but I simply can't hear him – his lips are moving and my mind is racing as my eyes start to wander down his body. What would he do if I leaned in and smoothed my lips over his…a soft glide, just to feel our breath mingle and the soft nature of our lips as they touch for the first time. Going further to lick and kiss his lips, past his lips, breathing my whisper in his ear, "Oh Fuck yes, you are HOT, you are making my pussy so wet, I need my meal – Fuckin' strip down baby, let me get a taste!" His lips are still moving. Somehow through my daze I can see that he is starting to look concerned. Maybe it's because of my lack of vocal response? Maybe because of my overwhelming blatant body response that is about to consume me. Does he notice? He is starting to look more concerned, so I quickly mumble, "Excuse me" as I dash down the bar in the direction of the ladies room. On the way, and just to the left of the door that I must get to, is an older couple. Crap, I know the man with his wife. I paste a smile on and say "Hey Paul, how are you?" as I pass by – not waiting for his answer. I just need release as I go to the handicap stall, I don't bother with the door, as I hike up my skirt and slide my hand straight to my clit. Leaning against the stall wall, I rub like I am back in the race from earlier, like I am trying to start a fire and I'm already smokin' hot! I just need to go that one step further. As soon as I close my eyes I can feel him there with me, can hear his voice, and can smell him near. I dip my fingers just a bit; if I can't taste him…I'll taste me. I groan…"Oh Fffuuck, you sexy bastard" What? Oh my, that was loud! That's awesome! I hear my words echo loudly in the bathroom and can't wait to say more just to hear myself echo. "Uhhhhh," again the echo is loud as it fills the room. "I knew you would be so fucking hot that I'd dream about you!" as I race to the finish, fast and furious. "Ya you'll taste me, too." That might be wishful thinking but I wanted it to be true. "Do you hear that!" Fuck that is hot…I bet they heard those words down the street. Hearing myself propels me further, making me so excited and hot just thinking, even if in my imagination, that someone outside the door can hear me. "Fuckin' bastard making me want you this much should be a crime!" "Oh Fuck Meeeeee~~~~~~~~you know I want you." As the ‘YOU' bounces around the room before it finally diminishes. Then silence. +++++++++++++++++++++ I still have not decided if she is crazy or not, but it is a turn on when I meet someone and they look at me like I might be their next supper. Maybe it's a guy thing, but I like that look. I could see her checking me out and I smiled and chuckled a bit at the thought. I don't think she heard a thing I said before she ran off to the bathroom. This is where I know I will have a date with her. Who could say no to the unconcealed invitation? Out of concern, I moved to follow and before I could get to the door I could hear her moaning – I thought she might be sick so I cracked open the door. I was about to ask if she was okay when I caught movement; her movements - in the mirror. I could see her in the handicapped stall. Her pussy was as bald as a baby bottom and my dick was rock hard before my mind could register how fucking hot that was. I could see her eyes closed and I was tempted to join her. I'm not sure what held me back since I am pretty certain she was talking about me when she slipped her fingers into her wet pussy, moaning what sounded like my name. I watched her entire performance and then, quickly turned back to the bar, against my dicks better wishes. Having a mind of its own it was like a water witch and I think it knew where the moist spot was. As I turned, I passed an old couple, who was actively listening to Dee's echoing wishes. I have decided that I don't care if she is crazy; I'm going to tap that well. +++++++++++++++++++++ Now all I can hear is my heavy breathing and even that echoes in this small chamber. Looking around, I feel a little silly. Lust is a crazy thing with a life of its own. Now that I found my release, I breathe a sigh of relief and know I can now go and have a rational conversation with the hottest guy I've seen in a while. I step out of the stall, straighten my skirt in the mirror and as I pass by the sink Ya, skip the wash. Let him smell me…I smell as good as I taste, I push open the door and leave the ladies room. It is apparent, that the old couple that I walked past on my way in heard my moans and they want me to know it as I rush past them on my way out. The lady is shooting daggers and the man is smiling, nearly blushing. I wink with a smile, how could I not? I feel refreshed and ready for more of my night. Not sure how long I was gone, but my man (notice how I call him mine?) is still at the bar. I take that as a good sign and I walk up to him and introduce myself, blushing, "Hi, I'm Dee." holding out my hand, as if to shake on it. He grabs it, holds it, turns it over and… lifts it to kiss it. What is he doing?? I can tell when awareness hits his olfactory, his eyes shoot to mine. I can't help but shyly smile as his grin grows. He puts his mouth on my hand and boldly breathes his moist warm breath, lips still gliding on my hand as his tongue dances out, hot on my skin. He moves his lips and tongue down my hand to the essence of where my treat has been. His eyes look mischievous as he tastes me. I smile as I say the only thing that comes to mind, "turn-a-bout is fair play." Of course, he has no idea what I am talking about only I know my private lust filled hell, but his eyes and his smile are indicating he does know when he says, "Your place or mine?" Just A Taste Ch. 02 Continued... The thought of him being on the same page as me gives me a big shot of adrenaline and the heat travels straight from my brain to my pussy in an instant. What? What? He wants me, too? I couldn't believe my fortune but now have to make the decision – his place or mine? My mind is frantically trying to find an answer because I can't let this opportunity pass. His voice makes me wet, I am sure his tongue can speak different languages on my clit. Bonjour, J'ai une idée? One idea is to make me cum with your tongue! I can't go to his place because I don't even know him which...should stop me from totally fucking his brains out but damn the devil with his details! I don't want to take him to my place because I have two other roommates. The house is three levels and I so rarely see them, but when they do catch me with some guy; they can act the bully big brother role. But, I want to see Matthew in my area – in my shower, in my mirrors, in the flesh in my bed...I might be able to sneak him in. I smile as I tell him, "Mine." But first... I must get another taste of those lips. As I look up at him, he moves his hands to my thighs, just on the skin below my short skirt. I automatically move in closer and slide my hands up both sides of his neck, slightly pulling myself toward him. I want to guide this process because first kisses never happen twice. I just want to feel him. I just waaaaant to feeeeel him! Feel his energy. As I move in close...my lips hovering over his. I breathe in that energy, that anticipation. I am so damn excited but can't ruin the moment by being too hasty. Just a whisper, butterflies touch as I smooth my lips over his. It's as if I am back in my fantasy of earlier, only now it is real. I slide past his lips and slowly breathe in his scent as my lips move closer to his ear. I almost don't recognize my low husky voice as I say, "I want you to fuck me in this bar, I want you to fuck me on our walk to my house, and when we get to my house...your dick is mine, for I just need a little taste." ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Damn this crazy girl. She is so fucking hot and she says things that are now making ME crazy! Her words are like food to a starving man. I quickly slide my hands up to her ass and pull her toward me so that she can feel my hard dick against her stomach. She has no underwear on and I have her ass bare to whoever might be looking. I quickly look up and around the room, assessing the situation, and spot a darker corner of the bar. It's where the bar runs dead into the wall, so it isn't completely private but it will have to do. I let go of her ass, grab her hand and lead her to the last stool at the bar. I semi-sit on the stool and before I even think of what to do next, she is taking control – opening my pants and OH GOD! Her hands are so warm... ++++++++++++++++++++++++ It is such a dilemma when a girl has a dick in one hand and a first kiss looming in front her lips. Which comes first? I can't help myself as my hands wrap around the most perfect dick. I look at his fingers... long, thin, shapely fingers, so there is truth to that story. Man fingers and a perfect man's dick. Still pleased with my good fortune, I move my hand slowly down, feeling the softness, and then back up to the dripping tip. I bite my lip and look up at Matthew as I lift my wet finger to my lips. Damn, he does taste every bit as good as I thought he would. I know that the bar is gaining people by the minute and although I do want my cake and to eat it too, I also know I have to hide his dick quickly. Our body language talks to each other, he knows I want to climb on and so he moves back on the stool. I easily straddle him and I am so wet from my constant arousal, I know we will fit together easily. I use one hand to help guide him and I feel the tip of his dick at the entrance. Leaving my flip flops on the floor, my bare feet are pressed to the underside wall of the bar, giving me leverage. His hands are back holding my ass as we both move just enough to feel his dick slide home. OH FUCK yes!... Knowing we are in public puts an edge to our personal party that is both thrilling and confining. Evidently Matthew is thinking it is more confining because the minute I was seated and he was deep within, he pulled me up tight against him with my legs wrapped around him, stood up, and walked us straight into the ladies room and back into the handicap stall that I had already become acquainted with. +++++++++++++++++++++ When Dee tasted me I knew I needed more. Her words from earlier along with the reality of now had me wanting to dive my dick between those lips and give her more of what she craved. It felt great having her wet pussy clamped around my dick like a vice, but I couldn't shake the image of my cum sliding down her throat. Her craving for me was amazing me and exciting me! My dick isn't going to touch her lips if we continue fucking on this stool. Once again, I look up and my eyes beeline it to the ladies bathroom. If I could run there, I would – the thought of Dee's echoes of earlier... Oh, fuck ya... she will sound real hot with my dick in her mouth. +++++++++++++++++++++ He slams my body up against the wall, his dick still deeply planted inside me. I quickly look to his face to see if the abuse was done on purpose. It was like a switch, I almost didn't recognize his face. Still handsome but now he looked dangerous. I don't know how I missed it before, but it looked like his 5 o'clock shadow was more prominent now than it was earlier. It is so fucking sexy that I almost forgot why I looked up at him. Until he growls, "I'm going to fuck you here in this bar, in this bathroom and before I'm done you'll be swallowing every last drop!" The echo of it was loud and it seemed as if the "last drop" lingered longer than it should have. Before YOU'RE done? Ya, more like before I'm done...I'm going to drink you today, drink you tomorrow...I'm not stopping until I quench my thirst! His words and my thoughts brought shivers coursing through me, because of my need or because of his rough voice and the command behind it, who knows? He then motions with his head and eyes "Reach your hands up and grab the windowsill above your head." As his words echo through the room, I do as I'm told. He grabs my hips, and pulls me further from the wall so that I am leaning back as if offering my breasts to him. He also leans back so he can see where we are joined and after a few aggressive slams, starts to slide in and out at a nice pace. "Are you watching me fuck your bald pussy?" The echo of his voice is louder than normal. I think he just yelled that because he really wants everyone outside that door to know he is fucking me! With my legs wrapped around him and my hands hanging onto the windowsill it makes it easy for him to hold on to one ass cheek for leverage and use his other hand to slide straight to my clit. He is an expert manipulator as he places his four fingers on the entire upper part of my pussy...pushing down with my clit in the middle, like he knows that my clit is to sensitive to be touched outright. He moves his fingers in unison, first slowly – back and forth – and then picking up speed. I start taunting him with my own words. More to hear myself echo, but in the process it also was adding another element to our fucking experience. "You like fucking me, don't you?" He uses his hand briefly to slide my tank top up exposing my breasts to him for the first time, and then quickly moves his hand back down to my clit. Leaning down he licks around my very aroused, very large, nipples. "Ahhh you like it when a girl acts the whore!" I love to hear it echo, and it turns me on knowing the bar is filling with people; he isn't the only one that wants everyone to hear us! Latching on, he sucks hard, I nearly lose my grip on the windowsill. It is like there is a string attached and each time he makes a pulling draw on my nipple... a tightening happens in my uterus. Arousing me enough to imagine; if I was lactating, he would get a mouthful. Ya baby, drink from me, I'll be getting my meal later. As his fingers are moving and his mouth is sucking, I can feel myself going over the top. My pussy muscles clamp down so hard that Matthew has to grab my ass cheeks with both hands just to stay inside. He is pumping into me at a frantic pace as I start screaming, "Fuck me harder" harder, harder... My release shakes me to the core and has me screaming again into the echo chamber. "ahhhh...ahhh....ahhhuhh." ahhhuhhh ahhhuhhh... Matthew joins in, "You are so fucking HOT!" hot, hot... His echoes continue to bounce around the room. "You like taking my dick deep." deep, deep... ++++++++++++++++++++++ This is by far the best fuck I have ever had. My only thought now is to cum in her mouth. She said she wanted it and now I can think of nothing else. My cum sliding down her throat is a visual that will stay with me for years. The echoes of her screams, the smell of this bar, and the feel of her hot pussy clamped onto mine. The thought of her tasting herself as she tastes me, which of course brings me back to my cum sliding down her throat... ++++++++++++++++++++++ In an almost growl, Matthew cruelly says, "Now suck my dick, rock star!" star, star... Again, the echo is loud and it made the command sound even more dangerous. He roughly grabs my arms off the windowsill and continues a downward motion until I am kneeling in front of him. He grabs my head and without my help guides his dick into my waiting lips. "Oh...My...God!" That is what I said, but the echo around the room sounded more like "ohhhh yyyyy ahhhhh" as I had a mouthful of hot, wet, dick. He started to move us both in the push and pull rhythm and I couldn't help but make more "ohhh" sounds echoing and fueling both our fires. I knew it wouldn't be long as I could feel him tensing up, could see his balls tightening... His hands are grabbing my head tighter and although I could feel him trying to hold back to save me injury, he was getting rough with the build up. His screams were louder than mine from earlier as he came with a fury. "Take all of it... swallow swallow ... what I give give, give...you!" you, you... Warm in my mouth, I gladly take it all; sweet and tangy. I feel like a vampire taking what I need, swallowing every last drop, knowing it won't be the last time. No, it won't be the last time! He is exactly what I pictured and he tastes better than I could have imagined. His body is so sexy I will never tire of looking at it, his face is handsome one minute and dangerous the next, it excites me. I crave his voice and I find I now crave his sweet and tangy taste. I sit back against the wall and Matthew moves to join me, leaning back against the same wall and then slowly sliding down to sit next to me. Holding my hands out, we both notice how dirty they are from the dusty windowsill and start to laugh. It was so crazy and it happened so fast, we now have to think about leaving the bathroom, collecting my flip flops on the floor by the bar, and might I hope, walk to my house. We have to leave knowing that the people, on the other side of the door, totally heard our performance. Good... I hope they did hear it – why should I care? When I look up into Matthews face, his eyes, his lips...I forget all earlier thoughts. Looking at his lips reminds me, we skipped our first kiss. I can't help but wonder, fresh from his dick, will he kiss me now? Just A Taste Ch. 03 (This story is written in first person…some from Dee's perspective, some from Matthew's perspective -- separated with the ++++ signs. If you begin at Ch. 1 to get the feel of it ~ you may avoid confusion.) Continued… Looking back at that night in The Cellar, I recall every moment… Sitting on the floor together, laughing about the dirt on my fingers. Staring at his lips for what seemed like hours, but may have only been seconds. In a surprising move, Matthew reached up, ran his fingers through my hair, grabbed my head and leaning over, slowly licked around my lips. Ahhhh you are such a dirty boy, licking your cum off my lips -- that is so fuckin' taboo- it has me excited and curious about what else you might do. He gave me the most sensuous kiss ever; tasting, lingering, hauntingly sweet. He rattled my brain so thoroughly that I was left sitting there in shock when he quickly pulled away and said, "I have to go and think about this," he then stood up and practically ran out the door. I'm not sure how long I sat there remembering the taste of his lips, remembering the taste of him; wondering when I might be able to taste him again. After coming to my senses, I did what I had to do… I washed my hands, blew a kiss to myself in the mirror and left the bathroom. Collected my flip-flops still under the bar and then proceeded to walked home. It wasn't as uneventful as that -- those echoes must have traveled all through out the bar! - the evidence being all the cat calls, the leering looks, the twenty dollar tip, the handful of tic-tacs thanks!, and a business card quickly handed to me on the way out -- but I was moving on auto pilot, not knowing what my next move would be and not caring. I was basking in my good fortune and I didn't want to ruin it by analyzing it or wonder why he didn't follow me home. ++++++++++++++++++++++ I could see in Dee's eyes that she was totally taken with me that night and I must admit when all the fun was over, looking into her eyes and seeing what I saw, was freaking me out. I have never been one to linger too long on relationships and even though this quick fuck and sip in the bathroom was awesome, I had to ask myself how much I was in for. I had to analyze every detail. I really think she is one crazy girl and I will be glad to hook up with her again, hell…I look forward to it. However, I need to give her time to realize that I am not a sure thing. Not being good with words, I thought it best to just say a quick good bye and get out of there. I had slipped outside, walked to the side of the building and in a split second decided to wait and see where she would go when she left the building. I didn't have to wait long when she walked out the doors and proceeded down the street. She looked so Hawaiian in her short skirt and flip-flops; it wasn't a hardship following her home. Her sway was like the pied piper and I followed the tune. When she stopped to go up the steps to her house, I was a bit confused. I thought one of my old college buddies owned that house and if I wasn't mistaken, still lived in that house. When I also noticed the "room for rent" sign on the window my mind started spinning. How much money could I save if I were to share rent with other people? My conscious mind was thinking about saving money, my unconscious mind (aka: dick) was thinking about sweet relief. I flipped open my cell and called; forgetting my earlier thoughts of analyzing the details. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ I haven't heard from Matthew in a good three weeks, okay, 21 days, 16 hours, and 22 minutes and I'm starting to get withdrawal symptoms. I have actually gone through moments where I play the answering machine recording over and over just to hear his sweet voice. I was pondering my misfortune when Jake, my roommate, came to tell me that he rented out the room we had available. Said it was one of his old friends and that he was positive we would get along. I had been living in this flat for over 3 months now and it is a great find. The only rule is: no hooking-up with the roomies. Both my roommates are lifetime scholars and really geeky -- super sexy, but geeky -- in the 'working till late in the lab tonight' or 'Exchange-rate risk by implied volatility' what? geeky way. One is into science; the other is into foreign markets. Both are awesome and I totally would have dated both of them in another life and of course, if I was in another flat. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ Moving into my old bud's house was an easy decision after A.) he told me the rent which is half the rent I am paying now and B.) spending 2 weeks thinking about how much Dee wants me and the thought of her lips around my dick. I kept going back and fourth and thought it best if I kept my distance until I knew more. It has been three weeks now and it is safe to say I know more. I have all my stuff in my truck, I am parked outside my new place, and now I need to find the nerve to face her again. I didn't tell Jake that I kissed his roommates nether lips, or the fact that I have had three very wet dreams since that night - or, and most importantly, the fact that I want more… I heard his rules of no roomie hook-ups…yadda, yadda, yadda, let us see if my dick listens. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I hear commotion down stairs and know that the new roommate has arrived. I hear male voices; Jake and Kyle and…it must be another male if I am hearing correctly. My curiosity is peaked when I hear someone say, "I have more of my stuff in the truck." I know that voice… It is my voice. Mine. Not technically, but you get the idea. What is that man doing with my voice? I fly down the stairs with my new found wings and I glide to a stop in front of Jake and Kyle. "Who is the new guy?" I say, trying not to sound too eager to hear his name. Just as Kyle is about to say it, Jake interrupts and says "Matthew, I would like you to meet Dee." WHAT?? WHAT?? It really is my voice! I whip around and my jaw drops, but I catch myself just in time, trying not to look too startled in front of my roomies. "Matthew…is it?" as I move forward with my out stretched hand, "I look forward to getting to know you." My eyes squint with my frown and lock on his eyes and he knows I am thinking evil thoughts of revenge. How could he surprise me like this? Where was he for the last three weeks? Why didn't he call? It is like he is reading my mind when he raises his eyebrows, as if challenging me, "I am your servant…tell me, where do I put my stuff." I'm sure my roomies thought he was being funny as they laughed at his 'personable skills' and willingness to fit in. I didn't answer, just quickly turned around and went back up the stairs. I'm sure he will figure out where to put his stuff without my help God, I hope he does!, I have too much to do now. I have to plan my attack! "Tell me where to put my stuff…mmm hmmm… tell me where to put my stuff." I can think of a few places! "I am your servant?" OH FUCK YOU with those words, my pussy is wet! "I am your servant!". Damn my body and damn his addicting voice. Damn my wet pussy and damn my damn thoughts! Damn! Damn! Damn! What am I going to do? He isn't my servant. From the reactions of my body and my mind, I am his! I run into my room and close the door. Bee-line it straight to my toy drawer and decide to relieve some of this tension once more. Which isn't a surprise; I have gone through a million batteries since the first time I heard his voice. I am becoming a pro at personal manipulation. I grab one that I am just now starting to experiment with a waterproof vibrator shaped just right to hit my g-spot as well as a beginner sized anal piece to tease if not please. I wonder what he would feel like, as he pleased me -- and didn't tease me? Oh hell yes, I would. I can imagine it now -- hot, hard, and the ohhhh so full feeling. The thought of it makes me crave what I only wish I could have. I start the shower, turn on the switch, slide it home, close my eyes…. and you are there. Just A Taste Ch. 04 (This story is written in first person...some from Dee's perspective, some from Matthew's perspective – separated with the ++++ signs. If you begin at Ch. 1 to get the feel of it ~ you may avoid confusion.) Continued... +++++++++++++++++++++++ Seeing her again, in all her angry splendor, had me moving the duffle bag to the front of my pants. I look to the roommates for direction, for it is now up to them to show me the way. Kyle shrugs his shoulders at Dee's rudeness and takes the lead by grabbing one of my bags off the floor and mumbling, "follow me." I follow him up the same path that Dee has just traveled. Once up the stairs, Kyle points and labels each room as we pass, "common room, storage closet, Dee's room, bathroom, and this one is your room." I step into my new room and I can see that I also have access to the bathroom from inside it. "Past your room, here in the hallway, is a door that leads outside to a landing, of which you can climb to the roof and get a view of the valley – it's pretty awesome if you aren't afraid of heights." With that, Kyle tosses my bag just inside the doorway and leaves me to unpack. And...I would have, unpacked, if... I hadn't heard muffled whimpers of what sounded like Dee masturbating in the shower. Could I be so lucky? I move to the door and check to see if it's locked. Not only is it not locked, it's not even clicked shut! My mind goes into spin drive with thoughts of 'I can't get caught with her' combined with 'she won't turn me away'. So I quickly close my bedroom door to the hall and lock it, move again to the bathroom door and make my way inside. Doesn't take long for my dick to make this decision! The steam is thick, like she is taking a shower with the hot water full on. The shower is one of those large walk in ones, made of stone, which turns a corner so there is no need for a shower curtain or door. Her soft moans are competing with a small buzzing sound that I can't wait to replace. I grab the large, folded towel on the counter, Hey, my 'no plan' plan has a visual of me kneeling in the shower; I'm not completely witless I move around the corner quietly and can see her under the spray, her head bent forward so that the water cascades down her back – one hand on the wall while the other one is holding her vibrator in place as she makes small movements of enjoyment. A KY bottle on the floor? With her back to me, I slip in and before I let her know I am there, I let the shower hit me. I lay the folded towel down on the floor just to the left of where she is standing and then slowly, I move forward – closer and closer, letting our energies mingle. Somehow I know she feels me there and I have yet to touch her. I love taking things slow and letting the energy blend. I don't really have a plan, but would like to fit in, at some point, payback for the fun we had at the bar. As it stands I have only sampled her nether lips second hand no pun intended and ever since then, I have wanted to get the real deal. I move my mouth close to the back of her neck and slowly, almost as if I am part of the water that is moving down her body, touch her and glide my mouth along her neck and then start moving down. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Mmmm ya...he's with me. My imagination sometimes takes on a life of its own. I have practiced this fantasy so often that I am not sure what is real any longer. With my eyes closed I feel him just behind me. It's electric and exciting. I keep my eyes firmly shut to make sure that my fantasy stays just that; my fantasy. There is a certain sense of allowing the forbidden when my eyes are closed...for I know this is only my imagination; there are no rules and all things become possible. Or I can pretend it isn't real. Again, just keep my eyes closed - to keep the inhibitions well hidden. No rules here! I feel the water/his lips on my neck, soft and wet; the energy of it tingles as if he is standing right behind me. The water moving down my back, his sexy lips making a trail from the back of my neck to up under my left breast as I/we both shift around giving the full spray of the water/him access to the front of my body. I am not sure where the water stops and he begins as I sink so fully into my fantasy that he becomes almost real to me. I can imagine his tongue is cool compared to the hot water as he takes my nipple and draws it into his mouth. First one side and then he moves his way to the other. Suck on my body! Ohhhh if this was real I would tell you out loud how much I love the thought of you touching me, kissing me, sucking me, tasting me, fucking me... He moves his hands down my body; down my thighs and to my knees. Smoothly he lifts up my left knee and helps place my foot onto the stone seat built into the wall. I visualize him now kneeling in front of me as he takes control – exchanging my hand for his, on my vibrator. How many licks to get to the center of a lolly-pop?...Pahhhhlease start counting!! +++++++++++++++++++++++++ She is so pliable, I barely place pressure on her knee to lift her foot up onto the seat next to us; it feels like our thoughts are one. She is still leaning over to allow most of the water to move over her side and along her back as I glide down her body until my knees are on the towel, my mouth on her body. I can't believe how soft she is. I get to look at and touch her smooth lips, with no hair; I just want to rub my face around on her just to feel the contact, my face glides around on her slippery and wet surface. I'm so fucking excited and I haven't even caught the scent of her yet through the water. I don't know if I am kissing her or caressing her. I can't believe my animal instincts of just wanting to rub her all over me. Being this close to her has me feeling a bit frantic as though I need a good 'fix', like a drug. I just want her! I can't get enough of her, I want her, want to taste her, want to be inside of her...now. Forever. Finally, through the water, I catch her scent and since I am so high – it takes a second to grab my attention and bring into focus why I am here. Ohhhh fuck that scent drives me. I am totally animalistic with my mouth slightly open so that I get the feeling I am breathing her in through all my senses as much as I can through the sporadic water barrier. I move between her lips and slowly draw her clit into my mouth. Licking and slightly sucking. Rocking my hand so that her vibrator is moving around just a bit as it vibrates. With her hands on the wall, her foot up on the seat, she is moving and moaning, rocking and groaning, I can tell she is close with her whimpering "Ooooooohhhhhh ya. Oohhh ya, right there." I latch onto her clit and keep a steady method of sucking and/or flick it with my tongue. She is so wet from her own juices; when I move my tongue around, occasionally hitting her fake phallic, she tastes like a sweet drink. I am so drunk on this drug she is providing as she starts to vibrate from within. I suck steady on her clit, her orgasm hits, she is shaking uncontrollably, her muscles clamp down, and she literally pushes out her toy. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ I can visualize him moving in to lick me right where I want him. He moves in and slides his lips and his cheek and chin and face, What? What is he doing? and then he draws my clit into his mouth. Oh sweet relief... "Oh ya. Right there...stay there and suck it!" I talk out loud, but know that my fantasy will do whatever I want whether I say it out loud or not. "Ya, taste me...like I tasted you!" I move my vibrator or did I do it? around just to get all my touch receptors engaged in this act. I almost can't think with the pleasure of it all, building up and up. Feelings...building upon feelings; My feelings for him of need, respect, and longing that I have attached to his voice. My feelings of sexual response and erotic discovery - that revolve around our last encounter. My feelings of love and devotion - that revolve around my musings. It all builds up as if there is a vortex drawing all my feelings into this one space. Feelings, connected to my nerve endings by an invisible string, drawing and pulling, until the tension on this string is so tight - I could play a tune. While he is sucking and licking, the tension tightens and the feelings get built up into this one space - and then, "OH FfffffuuuuCK!" With a few quick internal jerks and some serious vibration, the vortex just throws all that feeling back onto me in one swift throw. My climax is so powerful I nearly can't breath. Rocking me to the core with the release of those feelings, hitting so hard it brings tears to my eyes. It feels so damn good I don't want it to end. I only take in a few calming breaths when I say, "Quickly, suck on my clit..." One more time...ahhhh yes, and then...one more time; until I can't stand! I've been blessed with multiple orgasms... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As she shakes and shivers; I sit back a bit to get the water out of my eyes and realize that I am holding her vibrator. I flick the switch to turn it off and lay it on the other seat. She does anal? Get out of here!! I am one lucky ass...and...so will she be." Here I am thinking of thoughts of giving it to her in the back door when, with her eyes still closed, her quaking barely subsiding, she says, "Quickly, suck on my clit." I move forward and attach myself again to her clit and not ten seconds into it, like a volcano, I can feel her start to vibrate and she cums once more. I would have loved to share that experience with her but my mind has already been turned over to my dick. Once I took a look at the vibrator I have only one thought I need to be where that vibrator was! So, while Dee is basking in her after climax pleasures with both of her hands against the wall – I grab the KY off the floor, lube up, and take my place behind her. I don't want to wait for permission, didn't she already give it? I move as quickly as I can so I can gain entrance before she comes down from her glow. We all know they are more receptive to things while they are in the 'glow', right? I cuddle up behind her, position my dick, grab her hips and slowly start the forward and back motion to inch my way in. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I keep my hands on the wall for stabilization; my legs are so weak and I am still shaking from the force. I can feel him here. I love how he makes me cum and I look forward to doing it again. Just hold me and love me I barely have the thought when I feel him cuddling up to me from behind. What is real and what isn't real? I just breathe as I stand leaning over with my hands on the wall. I bask in the glow of my climax. Knowing that my imagination can open so many doors, can help me get rid of inhibitions that have plagued me for years, can bring him too me with just simply...closing my eyes. I turn the water up a bit, to maintain the heat. I can feel him rubbing his dick up between my legs and know I can look forward to another release. His movements seem to be more focused as he slides his dick between my ass cheeks. He finds where he wants to be, when he grabs my hips and, like a sales man, his dick starts knocking on my out door. Wait, what is he doing?? My eyes open. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As I make my move, I can feel when Dee realized my intentions. Her breathing stopped for a second or two and where her body was once soft and pliable, it was now rock solid. I have two choices: get kicked out not an option or start talking, thank god she loves my voice. I stop moving my ass, held completely still down there. Instead, I slide my hands around her body, gently caress her, and start talking, "I've missed you." "I just want to tell you how much I have missed you. You can just.... close your eyes and listen...imagine how relaxed you are, with your eyes closed.... and me holding you tight. Ohhhhh you can feeeeeel... soooo relaxed. You have thought about me; thought about our time together. Wanting more..... wishing for more..." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ God, I love his voice. It soothes me in a way I can't describe. As he talks, my muscles start to relax because I can imagine how relaxed I am. My eyes close and once again my inhibitions just wander away. How I have missed you, too. I have thought about our time together and I do want soooo much more. As I stand there with my eyes closed, he talks to me, soothes me, worships me, and wants me. His voice is like a soothing hum promising me pleasure untold. I am so relaxed now...oh, so relaxed. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Her response to me is magnetic. Attaching me to her, if for no other reason, because I like the feeling of the power she gives me. I barely start talking and I can see her eyes closing. Wishing and hoping I will take complete control. Wanting and daring me to proceed with what I started. I talk to her and caress her, feeling her body relaxing. "You know I need to be inside you. You can imagine how that will feel..." I need to get her revved up again and I can see my words are doing the trick. I move my hand down her body to her clit once more and start stroking and pleasuring her. "Imagine me fucking you. I want my dick in you.... now; hot and hard, just for you." "I have dreams about you. Dreams of your ass." Which, technically wasn't true until I noticed the vibrator – but day dreams count! "Open up to me, let my dreams come true. Dee is in another world when she starts building up. I can tell she is responding to me with her small movements in the right direction. I no longer have to move, just keep steady – when she starts rocking back on me and moaning my name. Working my dick in, inch by inch. What a fucking turn on. It takes everything I have not to dive in and get what I want. This slow progress is driving me crazy. I start moving my hand on her clit at a more rapid pace, to move things along. One second I am out... the next second, I'm in. Sweet Jesus, I think I'm in love. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As Matthew continues to talk to me in his relaxing and yet erotic tone, I can't help but want more. It isn't like I haven't thought of this before. He feels so right and I am so damn horny after hearing him talk to me. I want him in me now, I don't care where. His dick snuggling up to my ass is such a turn on, I have to explore it. Wanting it, wanting him...guides me. I start moving and relaxing, his dick kissing my anus and pushing in. Bit by bit until he is past my barrier and then I help slide him all the way in. Deep inside my forbidden bottom, it has me panting in pleasure. I start moving him in and out gently at first, to get used to the sensations. Soon, I am rocking back and forth which must be his cue to grab my hips; he takes control. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It feels so good, so tight, so right – I can't take it any more and I grab Dee's hips and start fucking her like I mean it. I just want to crawl inside her. I can't get deep enough in and yet, it is a perfect fit. "I am fucking your ass and you love it, don't you! I know you love it, you know you fuckin' want me, deep inside your ass. You'll do anything I say, won't you! It's not a question...it's a statement. You'll do what I say!" Ohhhh the power of it! Yes, the power of it has me going insane with what may come next. Dee reaches down and starts going at her clit at a rapid pace – racing and yet pacing. Pacing my progress, I think she can feel me getting close. She humms out "Ohhhh fuuck!" and then her ass clenches down so tight on my dick, it is like a vice, milking me, with her climax. I hiss as I loose my own control and pound her to the finish. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As you are talking to me I realize the power of your words. I will do whatever you say and it is such a turn on knowing it. It is also freeing, in a way, to know that I can explore with no boundaries. Since I'm not the one in control – who is to blame? Not me! So, bring it on. Let us explore. Let us begin the journey of my fantasy; you being in control – by the power of your voice and the lure of your body. Fuckin' tell me what to do next. You want my ass? You got it. You want handcuffs and parking lots? Tell me when. Wooded trails or crowded amusement parks, just talk to me...and I am yours. Picking up the pace on my clit, my climax slams into me and a few seconds later I feel you cum inside. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ For a while there, I had totally forgotten I was in the shower and as my mind becomes aware of what is around me once again, I feel the cool water hitting my chest. Dee still has her eyes closed, as she turns up the heat in the shower, full on hot and it is coming out cold. She rinses off her awesome body and without looking at me, walks out of the shower, grabs a towel, moves to her room and shuts her door; leaving me, in the cold shower. What the fuck? +++++++++++++++++++++++ Standing on the other side of my bedroom door, I am giddy and still floating on cloud nine from my orgasm. I have so many things I want to explore with him. I move forward and crawl into my bed. I need a nap to recover from all my excitement. I burrow under my blankets and once again, I close my eyes. He crawls in beside me, snuggles up close, whispers in my ear, "ohhhh fuck, you are soooo mine. Sweet dreams and get your rest, you'll be needing it." Just A Taste Ch. 05 (This story is written in first person...some from Dee's perspective, some from Matthew's perspective – separated with the ++++ signs. If you begin at Ch. 1 to get the feel of it ~ you may avoid confusion.) Continued... +++++++++++++++++++++++ Sliding my hand down and around... oh what a glorious way to wake up. I can only think of a few things better. A hot mouth attached to that voice, attached to my clit? I briefly open my eyes just long enough to look over at the clock and realize it is only 8 a.m.. I can still hear your voice and my memory of the earlier shower; mmmmmm shivers run down my spine. I'm not sure if it was real or not as I lay there. Relaxing...drifting once again, basking in my love of your voice. It is comforting to know, wherever I go, your voice goes with me. I hear it, I remember it. Just as I remember your lips, sexy and sweet, I visualize licking them and tasting them. It would be like sipping nectar...giving me energy for my day. I can almost feel you slide into bed with me, pushing my hands up over my head and holding them there...you ask me, "can I control you?" I chuckle at my imagination and know you already control me. Besides, my hands are bound above my head, what am I suppose to say? I laugh and don't answer. You forcefully push my hands down, jerking my thoughts back to attention. What would I say if this were real? His voice is husky as he repeats himself, "Can I control you...will you be my... pet?" My imagination is very strong and very capable of making me feel like sometimes it IS real....so I answer, "Please... control me, you do it so well." "Ahh, sweet pet, that makes me happy, now, just imagine...." My mind starts to imagine all the places I want to visit today. Maybe, a walk on the beach, sitting on the pier listening to the waves and the birds, or standing at the railing leaning over just enough as you slide up behind me. Placing your hands low and sliding up before you grab my hips. Effectively sliding my skirt up as well as effectively making me know you are in command. "Guide me in...Dee." You slide home once you feel my wetness, giving a forceful push. Knowing, I was thinking about you. Knowing, I was ready for it. I spread my legs just enough to make things comfortable. Aware of my surroundings and not wanting to get caught...I reposition one hand between my waste band and my skin, sliding down to manipulate my clit as you slide in and out. Your barely noticeable motions are rough and possessive. Wanting the adrenaline of possibly being caught and yet also wanting to feel as if we are getting away with something. Moving slowly, so we might look as if we are standing in a romantic embrace should someone look our way? I let out a slow moan of satisfaction, from you or from my own manipulation; it's hard to tell; I'm addicted to both. Your mouth close to my ear, you whisper, "look down and to the left." There on the beach I see a guy, looking up at us. Knowing that he can see what we are doing and from an angle that gives him a good show. My adrenaline spikes, my breath quickens, and it makes me feel like running, but you have me anchored so tightly in three spots and you don't relent. Instead of letting me go, you start talking. "Let him see you Dee...you're so hot, you know you like it when people watch. Watch him; watching you. Work your clit with your fingers...Dee." I am so excited and scared and yet I'm compelled to listen to your words and relax into doing as you say. The adrenaline building my excitement, my fingers moving back and forth at a rapid pace, to the point that I feel like I may explode into tiny pieces. Watch him, watching me? I've never been on display like this before. What if he has a cell phone camera? The feeling to flee rises again, stronger this time and yet...once again, you hold me in place. As my eyes meet the strangers, I notice him rubbing himself as he watches the show. I hear your voice again but it feels like it is coming from far away, "Lift your shirt for him Dee." There is no way I am lifting my shirt. As my free hand moves to the bottom of my shirt and slides it up. "Unclip your bra and rub your breasts for me, Dee." And my hand slides higher, unclipping my bra I can feel the freedom as my hand slides over my right breast, nipple puckering at the touch...and I slide my hand to my left one. "You are Dee-lightful, aren't you? Let him see your nipples, display your breasts for him as I fuck you." I am on the edge and your talking brings me past the point of going back, I groan with pleasure because I do feel delightful. I feel exposed, I feel controlled, I feel...free. I can't hold back and I cry out at my climax. Slamming into me and shaking me to the core. Trying to catch my breath, I notice movement and look back at they guy on the beach; he is moving now, with a purpose. I watch his movements and know he is coming up to be with us. Stroking me deeply, your movements are slow and strong. I want you deep and can't help the sounds that come from me when you go that deep. It's like a quick rhythmic 'uhhh' that sounds a bit as if you are pressing the last bit of air out of me. Movement once again catches my attention; the stranger is now standing next to us. I hear Matthew say next to my ear, dragging out each word, "I think you're going to enjoy this," and then he laughs. His laugh caresses me, it's smooth and sexy and full of adventure. I look to the stranger and watch as he pulls out a marking pen. I quickly look up into his eyes and, on the way, see his mischievous grin. I hear Matthew again, seemingly in the distance and yet...again next to my ear, "I'm unzipping your skirt...keep your shirt up high above your breasts." It seems as though I shouldn't be doing this and yet, I can't find a reason why that would be so; I follow his commands. Matthew starts moving again...my skirt only staying up because of where we are attached, my pussy bare and on display. It is all at once, exciting, and scary, and thrilling...and daring. The stranger moves forward. Matthew is pumping from behind and holding me as if to offer my breasts to the stranger. The stranger takes the bait, leaning down...first licking my left breast and then moving to my right. The air now touches the wetness...I feel the breeze as he is teasing my nipple. Tracing his tongue past my nipple to the upper part of my breast, he latches onto my skin and sucks hard; marking me. I feel as though I am watching him from a dream and yet I feel it, deeply. He leans back to inspect his work and then places his pen just to the side of the mark and starts drawing long sloping lines from my right breast to my hip. Some lines in a loose, long, S curve. With lines ending straight and some lines ending with a loop. Moving and flowing. His lines are drawn down to my belly button, down to my left pussy lip, and ending in a tear drop. He pauses and places a quick 6 leaf flower over my right lip before moving on. Moving up and around and back down again...I am his canvas. I love it. I realize that Matthew's movements have stopped. I don't know when, quite possibly when the stranger started drawing. I am so consumed with the strangers drawing that my entire attention is on it. Dots...and flowers added. Thick lines and thin lines. Once again, the stranger steps back to inspect his work. Not a lot of drawing...but enough that I feel sexy while I look at it. By the time I look back up, the stranger is gone. Matthew pulls my skirt up and zips it into place, pulls my shirt down and commences to finish what he started. Once again, having me bend slightly over the railing, he grabs my hips tight and catches a rhythm. I can hear him in my mind, "I control you and you love it." I wake up, face down, on my bed. What the hell was that? It was so real and yet...here I am in bed. I look over at the clock and it is almost noon. It could have happened. Definitely enough time to go to the pier and back. I laugh about my minds wanderings until I move and find myself dressed in my short skirt and tank top. What? I reach down and my clit is so tender as if I had already cum. Damn, I don't remember anything! I mean, I do...but not really. It is all sort of a fog. I reach further and I am so wet. Fear hits me fast and hard almost as hard as my excitement. Matthew controlling me excites me like no other thing in my life. Just as I was thinking of him, Matthew walks in from the bathroom and I ask him, "Is this real? Did you control my actions?" ++++++++++++++++++++++++ It is well known that people can be in a trance state many times a day. My interest in it started back when I could drive from my house to my mom and dad's house, 25 miles away, and as I pulled into the driveway I would realize I didn't remember the drive. I was in such a good trance I was able to go from point A. to point B. and not remember a thing and yet I was also totally functional. I obviously could stop at all the stop signs and make the appropriate turns. Interesting how the mind works and it made me wonder... can I do this on purpose. As it so happens, yes...I can do it on purpose, with the right person. Dee is that right person. Pliable, is a good word. I want to control her and more importantly, SHE wants me to control her. The word 'control' really is subjective. Who controls whom? My point; what I do wouldn't work if she didn't want it. But, she does want it. She wants adventure. She wants me. My brother was coming to town and I couldn't help myself. I had to show him my latest joy. So, I told him to wait for me at the beach, just below our favorite pier. He knew the one. I joined Dee in her bedroom and simply, talked her into trance. Our morning was a success; light and fun, not to dangerous but edgy. I am sure it is the beginning of many adventures to come. As I walked into her bedroom, my eyes locked onto hers and I could see the combination of fear and excitement in her expressions. She asked, "Is this real? Did you control my actions?" What? Our sex adventure? You showing your body to a complete stranger... again? I can't hide my smile because I know, deep down, that she is my partner in crime, "Ohhh...yes, we went on a journey and you did everything I asked you to. You ask if it's real? It's as real as you want it to be. You ask if I control your actions...well, I know you want me to say YES. So, I will. How does it feel? To be controlled by me?" ++++++++++++++++++++++++ I laugh my nervous laugh, for I do love the thought of doing everything you say. I look forward to what comes next. It feels good and naughty, it feels liberating and dirty. I lift my shirt off and notice my body art. Standing up, I take a long look at it in my dresser mirror. You slide in behind me and help remove my skirt. Just a Taste, Nothing More It was fate that they happened to meet at work. He had spotted her first, unconsciously rubbing her pussy on her chair, trying to cum. He waited for the perfect day, the day she left last. She was surprised when he confronted her in the hallway, as she should be. He was one of the best looking men there, and she...she could be described as a plain girl. But he wanted her, because she could give him what no other girl could. Total submission. He had a knack for that kind of thing. Roughly, he threw her against the wall, and tore at her shirt. "Get on your knees slut. Stay there, til I decide you rise." It almost came as a surprise to him, when she came at him and tried to slap him. He was lucky that he was prepared for such a thing, not all subs were so compliant. And he should know, training them for as long as he had. He caught her hand and pinned it to her back, bending her over roughly, before pulling up her knee length skirt. He ran his hand over the small, but firm ass, appreciating her taste in underwear. He let his hands stray down the the bottoms, letting his fingers curl under the boy shorts revealing cut. With a cry from Her, he ripped them up into a fierce wedgie, and started spanking her. At this point in time she was half moaning, half screaming, and trying to get away. He twisted her arm painfully before continuing his almost brutal assault on her ass. He paused, and smiled. There, on her delicious looking underwear, was a dark stain, spreading from her pussy. He let go of her arm, and stood back, waiting for her move. Hesitating, she stood, defiant, narrow shoulders hunched. They soon dropped pitifully, and she sank to the ground with grace, on her knees. Smiling, her looked down at her. He knew he had picked the right girl. Her shirt, torn down the front, exposed her chest, pale and slim. One small pink nipple looked up at him, having escaped from it's bra during Her brutal first lesson. He bent down, and took the already hard nub between his forefinger and thumb, twisting painfully. She moaned, but did not cry out. This, he was totally surprised at. It was almost as if she had been born a slave. He was bolder now, knowing that he could go farther with her on her first training than with any other sub he had trained before. "You will stand, remove your panties and bra. When you have done with that, you will place them in your purse, and put your clothing back on. Once you have done, you will kneel on the ground, knees apart, hands clasped behind your neck, chest out. You will remember to keep your eyes down, and address me as master. Do you understand?" With a small nod, she stood, and slowly removed her torn blouse and skirt. She was trembling as she unclasped her bra, and holding her breasts to her, she dropped the bra into her purse. Annoyed, her slapped her hand away, and nodded at her to continue. She was crying now, not even bothering to remover her skirt, while she struggled with her panties. Now, he could see that they were soaked almost all the way through. As she was again, bending down to get on her knees he stopped her. "Did I not tell you to address me as Master?" he asked her. She stood trembling, and opened her mouth. He raised a hand cutting her off. Striding over to her, he slapped her tit. Hard. This time, She cried out, not caring as she looked him in the face. Again he slapped her, but getting the picture, she looked down. From there on out, she took her punishment with only a few moans. He motioned to her, telling her to get to her knees. "Yes Master" was the only reply, in a small, but unbroken voice. He smiled, pleased. "You will remain here, until I return. Do not move, I will know." Again, he smiled to himself. The janitor, a friend of his, had seen him do this to the countless girls he had tested here at this office, and none of them ever survived this test. As He left the hallway, he gave a heads up to the janitor. He headed towards the kitchen for a quick snack...