3 comments/ 141614 views/ 53 favorites Amber's First By: deepemerald Amber unpacked the last of the boxes and looked around. It wasn't too bad for her first home. The rented one-bedroom apartment was sparsely furnished with the furniture from her room back home and some used pieces that she'd managed to pick up along the way. She felt so grown-up. 18 years old, her first job, and she was living in town, 2 hours' drive from her parents' farm. Her life was truly going to begin now. She'd managed to get herself a job as an administrative assistant at a local mall through the recommendation of her high school typing teacher. It wasn't the most glamorous job in the world, but Amber knew that she wasn't the smartest girl in her school and she just wanted something that would give her the independence she craved and hopefully it wouldn't be too many years before she met a boy to marry and have children with. The next day she arrived early at the office. She would be assisting the secretary of the mall manager. Ms Remner was old and dull, but she treated Amber fairly. Within a matter of weeks she'd gained enough confidence to do her job without taking instructions, and sometimes she managed to help Ms Remner with more than she was actually supposed to. Then one day she arrived at work and Ms Remner wasn't there. Soon the mall manager entered and sat down at Ms Remner's desk. "Amber," he said. "Ms Remner's father has passed away and she's had to travel home to see her mother. She will be gone for a couple of weeks. Will you be able to cover for her?" "I think so," she said, sad for Ms Remner but happy about the chance to prove herself. "Clara in payroll will take care of the duties that require more experience, but if you can do that day-to-day managing of my office, I'd be grateful. There will of course be a handsome bonus for you if you do well." Amber beamed at Mr Addington as he went into his office. She sat down in Ms Remner's chair and tried to remember everything. By the end of the day she was starting to feel comfortable in her new role. Mr Addington asked her to stay a bit longer so that they could get all the backlog sorted so that they could start the next day all caught up. He ordered Chinese food and when it arrived invited Amber into his office to eat. "Well, Amber," he smiled. "You're proving to be a valuable asset to the mall. Keep on proving yourself to me and the sky's the limit." "Thank you, sir," I'm grateful for the opportunity. "Tell me," he adopted a more casual tone. "You're not from here, are you?" "No, I grew up 2 hours from here." "And where are you living? With an aunt? Or a sister?" "No, I'm on my own." "No family in town then?" "No. I wanted to try to be independent before I settle down and get married." "Oh, so you have a boyfriend then." "No sir, not yet." "You're a very attractive girl, Amber. I'm sure you know that." "Thank you, sir." "Not very tall, are you? 5'4"?" "Yes, sir." "Beautiful curves though. And a glorious cleavage. You must be wearing d-cup bras." Amber didn't know what to say. "And your red hair makes you look so feminine. You're very desirable." He winked at her. "If I'm not careful you'll be married off in no time!" They went back to work and Mr Addington didn't mention her looks again that night. The next morning he was already there when she arrived at work. She brought in his post and he told her to turn around. "I love how that skirt clings to your ass. Very sexy. Thank you, Amber." The next day Mrs Addington dropped in on her husband. "You must be Amber," she said with a smile. "Bill has told me all about how helpful you've been." She went into her husband's office and he lingered by Amber's desk for a moment. "I just haven't told her how damn sexy you are," he whispered with a wicked smile. "You really need to do up that top button if you're expecting me to get any work done here." Amber tried really hard to dress demurely the next day. Mr Addington brushed up against her at the photocopier. "Your outfit is designed to hide your delicious curves, but the hint of lace that I can see through your shirt and the absence of a panty line is driving me insane." He caressed her bum and winked at her. Amber was distraught. Mr Addington was a married man and she was a good girl. Good girls didn't have that effect on married men. She didn't know what she was doing wrong. The next day was a Friday. Fridays were dress down days so she wore jeans and a t-shirt to work. She made sure she wore a dark t-shirt so that her bra couldn't be seen through the fabric. Her jeans were a little bit tight around her backside, but no more than any of her work clothes. Mr Addington smiled as he entered the office. "Can you please arrange for flowers to be sent to my wife at this address?" he said and handed Amber a note with an out of town address. "She's taken the kids to their grandparents for the weekend." Amber did as told and tried to stay out of Mr Addington's way as much as possible that day. Five minutes before the end of her working day the power went out for a couple of minutes. All the other offices were shut for the day, since the other departments finished half an hour before the manager's office on Fridays. A lot of swearing was heard from Mr Addington's office. "Amber!" he called out. "Can you come in here, please?" "What can I do for you?" "You can tell me that you have no plans for tonight because I just lost an afternoon's work and I need this to be ready for Monday morning. You have to stay and help me." "No problem, Mr Addington." Her social life hadn't really picked up much since she'd moved here. She was still getting to know people, not yet at a stage where they invited her out on a Friday or where she had any dates. They worked for 2 hours and then Mr Addington ordered a pizza. They sat down to eat it in silence. When the last slice had gone Mr Addington spoke. "Damn Amber, you're looking so fine in those jeans." "Thank you, sir." "Call me Bill." "Thank you, Bill." Bill got up and looked outside his office. It was all deserted. Then he locked his door. "You've been doing really well this week, Amber. You deserve a handsome bonus." "Thank you, Bill. It's been my pleasure." "Mmm... Tell you what. I'll double your bonus." Amber was shocked. "Why... I don't know what to say..." "I do. I'll double your bonus if you'll give me a closer look at your sexy ass." "Mr Addington!!!" "Bill..." "Bill! I'm not that kind of girl." "What kind of girl? A cocktease?" "Yes! I mean no! I mean, I'm not!" "Sure you are. Ever since you started working here I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you. Please let me see you in the flesh. That's all. Think of all the things you can buy with the extra bonus." Amber desperately needed a new car. The extra bonus would help with that. Reluctantly she undid her jeans and stepped out of her jeans. "And your t-shirt!" "But you said..." "Are you a cocktease? Off with the t-shirt too." She pulled her t-shirt over her head and stood in front of him, white lace covering her hairless mount and her 34D tits. "Now your underwear!" "I can't do that!" "I said I wanted to see you in the flesh. Do you want your bonus or don't you? If you stop now, there'll be nothing." Amber bit her lip and unhooked her bra. Then she pulled her panties down. The cool air stiffened her nipples and the feeling made her damp between her legs. "You're so beautiful," Mr Addington smiled as he walked around her, inspecting her body. "How old are you?" "18. Can I put my clothes back on now?" "18, eh? Just legal. Not yet, sweetheart. I want to commit this picture to memory. Wonderfully big and firm tits. That hairless snatch. I can see your clit protruding. Are you as hot for me as I am for you?" "I don't know what you mean." "Feel me!" He took her hand and placed it on his crotch. She'd never felt a man's penis before and yelped at how big, hard and hot it felt. "I told you, baby. You're a first class cocktease. You did that to me." "I didn't mean to." "You didn't mean to? Yeah, right! Stripping right in front of me in my office. Getting naked before my eyes, teasing me with your luscious tits and hairless snatch." "But you made me do it!" "I didn't make you do anything, honey. You wanted to. Admit it. You want me to fuck you." "No, Bill. I'm not that kind of girl. I'm a virgin." "A virgin, eh? A virgin wouldn't get naked in her boss's office. A virgin wouldn't tease his cock the way you do. A virgin wouldn't be standing there with her huge, hard nipples begging to be sucked." He leaned forward and closed his lips around one of her nipples and started sucking while he cupped her other tit with one hand, squeezing her nipple. Amber cried out from the unexpected pleasure. "Such a little tease," he mused when his lips left her nipple. "You're gagging for it. You want me to fuck you." "Please, Bill," Amber begged. "I really think I should get dressed and leave now." "Leave? When you've started this? No, that's the worst kind of cocktease. Besides, if you leave now you'll go insane." "Why?" "Because you're so horny. You may not realise it, but I'll show you." He slid his finger between her lips, across her clit, making her yelp, and into her tight cunt. She was dripping wet. He pulled his finger back out and showed her. "That's how a cocktease gets. It means she needs a good fucking. Virgins don't get wet like that." He licked his finger and smiled. "Sit down on the couch." She did as she was told and he started undressing before her. Soon he was naked and she saw her very first penis. It was so big. She averted her eyes. "Don't look away. I want you to look at my cock and know that it's your doing. Nobody else made me this hard. You did this and you're going to make sure it goes away." "But I don't know how." "Open your mouth, baby." She opened her mouth wide, as if she was going to the dentist. He placed his cock on her tongue. "Now wrap your lips around me, making sure you don't bite, I hate that. That's it. Good girl. Now suck me like you would a lollipop." She did as she was told, alarmed by the salty taste in her mouth. Bill was breathing heavily and ran his fingers through her hair, holding her face in place as he fucked her sweet little mouth. Then he pulled out. "Not bad," he smiled. "You need practice, but I'm sure you'll be good." "Can I go now?" "Go? Baby, we're only getting started." He kneeled before her and parted her legs. "You've been good to me, now you get your reward." He licked the length of her slit and Amber whimpered with pleasure. His tongue flicked her nub as his finger found its way back inside her hole. She was even wetter now. He started sucking her clit and finger fucking her with a finger. Amber was overcome with pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it, or imagine that such bliss could exist. She raised her hips to give him more access, to feel more of him. "Ooooooooooooh..." she moaned out loud. "That's so good." Bill slipped another finger up her cunt and sucked her clit even harder. He flicked it with his tongue inside her mouth and she cried out loud. She was now grinding her pussy against his face as he finger fucked her. He sucked and fingered her as fast as he could. He knew what was coming, but it caught her completely unawares. All of a sudden her body buckled and she moaned out loud while her pussy squirted as she experienced her first orgasm. He pulled away from her pussy and moved up on the couch. Amber was still recovering from the intense pleasure and didn't notice when he manoeuvred her onto her back and started kissing her deeply, sharing her pussy cum with her. "Oh baby," he said against her skin. "You tasted so good." His lips moved down to her tits. Her lower body was trapped under his as he sucked and bit her nipples. "Bill..." she moaned. "This isn't right." "Yes, it is, baby. You enjoyed that. You enjoyed that so much. Now it's time for me to feel the same. You owe me that." She was too tired and too satisfied to object and he made her feel so good. She wrapped her legs around his waist and started grinding her pussy against his stomach. "Oooooh... Bill... That's so nice." "You love it, don't you, baby?" "I love it." "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" "Yes." "Say it, or I won't do it. Say it, or you'll go away all unsatisfied and dry up like a frigid old prune." "Fuck me, Bill." "Say it again, baby. I couldn't hear you." "Fuck me, Bill!" "Louder, baby." "FUCK ME, BILL!" "If you insist..." He moved up her body until his cock was pressed against her virgin hole. He reached down and positioned himself and started pushing. Damn, she was tight. He pushed harder and pop! In went his swollen cock head and she cried in pain. "Stop it!" "No, baby, you wanted it. Now we're going through with it. The pain will go away. Just relax and trust me. I've made you feel good so far!" He slowly penetrated her deeper and she shook with the pain of his giant tool stretching her unused cunt. When he was resting balls deep he started kissing her and fondling her tits. It didn't take long for him to feel the walls of her cunt relaxing and her hips jerking, begging him for a good old fuck. He started sliding out and then he slammed back inside. She felt so good around his shaft. He knew that between her virgin blow job and this he wouldn't last long. He started pumping her. His thrusts slammed deep inside her and he grinded his pubic bone against hers, sending waves of pleasure up through her stomach. Then he felt the quiver. Soon followed by a whimper. Then her body shook violently underneath him as she came around him, gripping his cock in a heavenly tight squeeze. He made a final thrust and groaned as he shot his seed up her womb. When they'd caught their breath he finally pulled out and wiped his cock on a tissue. He gave Amber a tissue to wipe her pussy. "Let's go home," he said. "It's much more pleasurable to fuck in a bed than on this couch." "But..." "But what? You didn't think we were done? You've got so much to learn." He picked up her bra and panties and stuffed them in his pocket. They got dressed and left the office. He opened the passenger door for Amber. When they got near his house he pulled her head into his lap as he drove up his drive and pushed the remote button for the garage. Once the garage door had closed behind them he took Amber's face into his hands and kissed her deep. "You were such an amazing fuck back at the office. And I could tell how much you loved it. Now just wait and see how much you'll love this." He took her hand and pulled her into his house. They walked straight into a bedroom where he pulled her t-shirt over her head and took her jeans off. "So sexy, Amber. You're such a tease with that body. I love your tits." He started sucking her nipple and Amber moaned with pleasure. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good, she couldn't make him stop. "Feel how hard you've made me again," he said and put her hand on his erection. "I bet you want to feel my cock again. Go lie on the bed. She did as she was told and he undressed and followed her. He took her in his arms and started kissing her, pushing his cock hard against her pussy. "Did you like the way I fucked you at the office?" he whispered against her lips. "Yes..." "Now it's your turn to fuck me." "I don't know how." "Straddle me, baby. Like you would ride a horse." He lay down on his back and she straddled his tummy. He reached down and played with her clit. It set her on fire. She started grinding her wet pussy against his belly. He placed his hands on her hips and lifted her onto his cock. When he let go she slid down his greasy pole as he filled her completely. They moaned in unison. As she started moving her hips in a riding fashion, fucking him like a pro, he grabbed her tits and started kneading and sucking. He guided her hand down to her clit and showed her how to rub it while riding his cock. When she came he was ready and as soon as her cunt relaxed he pulled her off him and made her get on her hands and knees. He placed her hands on top of the headboard and shuddered with pleasure as he watched her big, firm tits wobble from her chest. He got behind her and thrust his cock inside her now well-fucked hole. With his hands on her hips and his eyes on the mirror next to the bed he fucked her hard. Every time he slammed inside her he made her tits bounce and he fucked her harder and harder to try to make her tits bounce more. He reached around and massaged her clit and she cried out with another orgasm. He just kept fucking her. She felt so good around his cock. He never wanted to let go, but eventually he did, crying out her name as he shot another load straight up her young cunt. They collapsed in a heap on the bed and fell asleep. The next morning Amber was awoken by the feeling of lips on her tits. "Wake up, sleepyhead." She opened her eyes and saw Bill, and suddenly she remembered everything. She tried to cover up, but he wouldn't let her. "It's too late to get all shy now, baby. You should have stopped me yesterday if you didn't want my cock, but I remember you begging to be fucked. Now your cunt belongs to me." He reached over and started kissing her. "I think we need a shower, don't you?" He let her go first into the bathroom to take care of her needs and then he followed her and turned on the water. The shower was big enough for two and he followed her in. Soon they were soaking wet in the hot and steamy shower. Bill produced a soap and started soaping Amber's body. He took his time, massaging the soap into her legs and arms, followed by her tummy and then her breasts. By the time he started soaping her pussy she was on fire. "What do we say?" he leaned forward and whispered into her ear. "Fuck me, Bill," she whimpered. "Nooooo... You know how it's done!" "Fuck me, Bill!!!!!" "Oh yeah, baby." He grabbed her legs and lifted her onto his hard cock. Then he pushed her against the cold tiles and started pumping into her. She dug her fingernails into his back as he fucked her, desperate to feel him inside her. He rotated his hips, making her feel every inch of him completing her. When she came he pulled out and turned her front against the tiles. Then he shoved his cock back inside her from behind. He fucked her fast and furiously. She reached down and played with her clit and he could feel her fingers as he slammed into her body. When she orgasmed again he wasn't far behind and her shivering cunt milked his balls dry. They dried each other off and had breakfast in bed. They spent the rest of the weekend fucking until Mrs Addington phoned and said that she was almost home. Then they rushed back to the office where Amber got her car and drove home. By the time Ms Remner returned, Amber had been Bill's mistress for 3 weeks. He found her a new apartment, at a more convenient location and with a secluded car park. He stopped in to fuck her most evenings. She was insatiable. A real cocktease. Amber's First Step Amber met Paul on-line roughly eight months ago. This was before it was common to meet people one would actually want to meet in person on-line. He captivated her attention the first time they chatted in a "Chess" room. As time passed, they graduated to long distance phone calls, and marathon orgasm sessions. Amber is multi-orgasmic, and Paul would command her to cum as many times as he saw fit during each session. Her record stands at 39 orgasms in less than two hours. It wasn't long after they began their nightly chat sessions that they realized they had something in common. Something that is felt deep down in places that most people don't want to admit exists within them. Paul discovered that he was a natural "Master", and she learned just how deeply she "needed" to serve a man. Between the internet and phone calls, they realized that they had an attraction to each other's personalities that could not be denied. They needed to meet. They needed to fulfill their deviant desires. They needed to fulfill their rightful places in each other's lives. Today was that day. Paul was driving across the country to meet Amber. The anticipation and excitement had been building unchecked for months. Now, their time was here. Paul checked into the hotel in Amber's home town. He had been on the road for over six hours today, and was physically tired from all of the driving. He knew that Amber was still at work, so he called her and told her that he was at the hotel and gave her his room number. His instructions were brief, "Be at my room at six o'clock sharp. Do not be early and do not be late. See you at six." This would allow him time to get settled in and shower before Amber arrived. He had only seen pictures of Amber, so he was anxious to see what she looked like in person. On the internet, you never know, as people like to exaggerate their looks. Paul's excitement grew with each passing minute as he waiting for six o'clock to get here. He decided to shower before she arrived. After his shower, Paul decided to stay in the towel that was wrapped around his waist. He wanted to see the look on her face when he opened the door for the first time, and he was naked except for a towel. There was a knock on his door. He looked at the clock in the room and saw it was 5:59 pm. A smile played across his lips. Not late, and not early either. He was pleased to see that Amber was able to follow simple instructions. He would soon learn that this would be one of her strong suits, when she chose not to be a brat. Paul adjusted his towel and opened the door. Amber stood before him. She was more beautiful than her pictures let on. She stood before at 5'8", but stood taller than his 6'0", because she was wearing knee high boots over her blue jeans with 5" spike heels. Her curly auburn hair flowed over her shoulders down to the middle of her back. And her eyes! Those green eyes smiled as brightly as the smile she wore on her face. After he was able to gather his senses, he gave her a quick kiss and they moved into Paul's room. As the door closed to the room, they stopped half way into the room. Paul turned Amber towards him and gathered her face in his hands. He caressed her cheeks, her ears, and most importantly, her neck. Amber's neck was long and small. It fit perfectly in Paul's hands. He looked forward to using his hands around her neck more fittingly in the very near future. Amber just stood in front of him while he explored her face and neck. The smile that graced her lips the moment she saw Paul was still on display. Maybe it was nervousness, maybe it was anticipation, or maybe it was just plain excitement of the moment. Either way, Amber already knew that she was destined to serve him for as long as he would have her. Paul cupped her face in his hands, and brought her lips towards his own. He started with small pecks on her lips and around her mouth, then finally brought her mouth fully on his for their first French kiss. They kissed deeply and passionately. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths. One could sense the energy igniting in the room as they continued to kiss. Paul was running his hands over her back and down to her ass. He liked the way it felt in his hands, but he wanted it bare. The jeans had to go. Amber's hands were exploring his body as well. She slid her hand under Paul's towel and took his ass in her hand as well. The play of their bodies on each other caused Paul's towel to come loose and fall to the ground. Paul stood back and proudly displayed his hard 7.5" cock for Amber to admire. Her eyes dropped to his cock, and she felt her pussy get immediately wetter with her excitement at seeing this beautiful piece of meat before her. Paul moved forward and started unbuttoning her blouse. Once he had removed her blouse, Paul instructed Amber to remove her bra. Amber eagerly complied with his guidance. She now stood before him topless as his eyes took in the beautiful sight before him. Amber's tits weren't that larger, 32B she had told him, but they felt perfect in his hands. Amber's tits were topped with silver dollar sized pink nipples. Exactly as Paul desired for the dirty things he had in store for them. Paul told Amber to sit on the edge of the bed and finish undressing. She quickly did as she was told and sat down. The process of removing her boots and jeans took a lot longer than it should have as Paul repeatedly ran his hard cock over her face and neck while she complied with his instructions. This greatly frustrated Amber, because she desperately wanted to take his cock into her mouth. He would not allow it. Once she was completely naked (she didn't wear panties), he told her to sit straight up. Paul then moved forward and wrapped his hands in her hair. His rock solid cock was brushing against the side of her mouth as he would not let her have it just yet. Paul then said to Amber, "Do you want to taste this hard cock?" Amber replied with, "Yes, please." Paul was stunned. He tilted her head back so she was looking up to his face and said, "Yes, please? Have you forgotten how to speak to your Master you fucking whore!?" Amber didn't need to be told. She knew she made the mistake right after she finished speaking. As she looked up to him, she said, "I am very sorry, Sir. I swear it won't happen again." Paul glared at her keeping eye contact and said, "Again, do you want to taste this hard cock and feel it slide down your throat?" "Yes, Sir," Amber said emphatically. Paul tilted her head back down so Amber was facing forward again. He then slid the length of his cock across her lips. Amber didn't need any further guidance at this point. She knew he was going to fuck her throat. Amber opened her mouth to accept Paul's 7.5" piece of steel. Paul slid his length in slowly as his girth was something that she needed to get comfortable with as well. Inch by inch, Paul fed Amber his cock. Amber relished the size and taste of Paul's cock. She had dreamt of this moment for a very long time. Like a cock-deprived cum slut, Amber repeatedly swirled her tongue over his meat, giving it her own special bath. Enjoying the attention this little whore was giving to his cock, Paul slowly pulled Amber's head towards his belly. He could feel the head of his cock meet the resistance of her throat. He still had a couple of inches that she had not properly welcomed into her mouth, so he pulled her head even closer, feeling the sensation of his fairly large cock-head slide into her throat. Amber tried to relax, but his cock was too big. She started choking and Paul backed out of her throat just enough for her to catch a breath. She looked up at him with a depraved sparkle in her eyes and tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. "She looks absolutely beautiful," Paul thought to himself. Paul decided that she had been given enough time to recompose herself. Again, he slowly worked his hard cock into her throat. She was learning to relax, and it slid down her throat much easier than before. This time, she was able to rest her stretched lips around the base of his hard cock and run her tongue along the underside of his balls. Amber's Master was pleased. Paul slid his cock back out of her throat, and then slid it back down. Each time he repeated this process, Amber grew more confident in knowing exactly how to please her Master with her mouth. Little did he know, she was already running various new, exciting, and depraved ideas through her head of how to please him in other ways using her mouth. "You like this, don't you my little cock sucking slut?" Paul said firmly. This was more of a statement than a question. Amber looked up at him as he continued to throat fuck her and smiled. Tears of mascara were now running down both cheeks as her eyes watered uncontrollably. This only further pushed Paul on. He was thoroughly enjoying the mess he was making of her face, and wanted to see how brutal of a throat fuck she could handle. He continued to grasp her hair with his right hand and wrapped his left hand around her tiny throat. Paul pushed his new fuck toy back onto the bed and spun her around so she was lying on her back and her head was over the edge of the bed. Paul said, "Bitch, if I am going to fuck your throat the way it deserves to be fucked, then I need your sorry cock sucking ass in the proper position." Amber smiled and said, "Yes, Sir." She could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass. She couldn't remember the last time she was this wet, but she knew she wanted to feel this way every chance she was allowed. Paul stood over her face and rubbed his saliva covered cock over Amber's face. He was teasing her and they both knew it. Finally, Paul shoved his hard pole into her mouth and let her get the right angle on his shaft. As he slid his cock into her throat, he told Amber in a firm tone, "You are MY slut. MY whore. MY fuck toy! I claim you as mine, and you will do as I wish, when I command it! Is that what you want, you fucking cunt?" Amber melted. He had told her things like this before on the internet, and on the phone, but this was different. This was real. Her Master was taking complete control over her, and she knew this was what she wanted.....needed. She quivered as he spoke these words. She found herself unable to respond verbally, but her body and her hungry mouth gave her answer to her Master. Paul picked up his pace. He could feel her throat clenching uncontrollably every time he rammed his hard shaft down her throat. The gurgling sounds Amber was making as she fought to breathe only spurred him on as he reached a frenzied pace. Paul felt his cum building in his balls. Amber's mouth was doing exactly what he wanted it to do. He held her throat as her face fucked her, and she responded more submissively to him every time he squeezed her throat. He knew he owned her. She knew he owned her. When he couldn't resist it any longer, Paul shoved his hard cock down her throat one last time and held it as deep as he could. He could feel it in her throat under his hand. He could feel her throat spasm trying to breathe. This was for his pleasure right now. His cum slut should be thanking him that he isn't also pinching off her nostrils. It was time for Paul to mark his property. He roughly pulled his throbbing cock out of her throat and stood over her face stroking his meat. Amber was still dazed after the rough treatment she had just endured. As he felt his cum boiling up his shaft, Paul reached down and wrapped his hand back around Amber's neck. Her head was hanging off the bed. "I am going to cover your face with my cum, whore!" Paul snarled. "You will not lick any of it off until I say you can. Is this clear, you fucking cock sucker?" Amber looked up at Paul with pure lust in her eyes, and said, "Fuck yes, Sir!" She gasped as she said this as she still hadn't fully regained her breath. In her mind, she wanted his cum all over her body. She was hornier and wetter than she could remember being in a very, very long time. Paul straightened up and shot a large load of cum across her tits and it splattered just above her slit below her belly button. His next shot he aimed at her face. Some went on her neck, but the majority splashed over her chin, mouth, and cheek. Paul was proud of himself. He came a lot, and his submissive was going to find out just how much. In all, he shot six loads of cum on her. Her belly and tits were covered, and more importantly, her face was drenched under his cum. It took all of Amber's will not to lick the globs of cum off her face. She desperately wanted to taste him, but he had forbidden her. She was able to open one eye as the other one was covered in cum. She looked up at her Master with absolute love. Paul used his softening cock to scrape cum off of Amber's cheek. He moved the pile to her mouth and instructed her to open. Paul proceeded to feed his cum to her while holding the back of her head up. She loved the way he tasted. She smeared his cum all over her upper body like lotion as she was fed her feast. She wanted more. This was just the beginning of a very long night. Amber had taken her first step into the realm of being a submissive. The events that followed this scene are stories in themselves. Amber's First Time It was not the first time they had met. It was, however, the first time meeting that Amber knew she was to be taken. She had fantasized how it would happen may times in the weeks after their first contact. The butterflies in her stomach had grown until they now threatened to take wing, to carry her up and away, far from the place they had chosen as their rendezvous. She tried to draw a deep breath into her lungs but to no avail. Her palms were damp but there were other places on her body that were damp as well. She could feel her own juices near the boiling point between her legs. Daddy had told her not to wear any panties when they were to meet. Had commanded it. Now as she drove across town she wished she had at least brought something to dry herself with. She remembered their last conversation. How much he seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. And he too had seemed so pleased with her, with what she wanted to give, with how much she wanted to please. Now as she drove thinking of him and the command to wear a dress, no panties or bra, she shuddered. Involuntarily she felt the contractions between her legs before she knew what was happening. "Oh my God." She said aloud. "If this is what he does to me just thinking about him, what is going to happen when he touches me." Amber wondered what would happen once they were alone together. Yes she had talked to him, gotten to know him as well as any of the others she had offered her submission to. But he had refused to disclose his kinks; he had been perfectly up front with the fact that he was kinky, but none of the details. Unlike the others she had met, whom were always more than willing to tell her exactly what they would do once they had her naked. Daddy had been unwilling to even give her a glimpse. Now she wondered if going to him was the right thing for her to do. The nagging doubts were always there. It didn't help that he was so secretive. What it did though was to make it that much more exciting, he was still a mystery to her and the more she thought of him the more she believed he would always remain so. Now she could feel her wetness on the seat beneath her. Daddy had said that he wanted her wet when she arrived. She laughed aloud at that; she couldn't keep herself from being wet if her life depended on it. She almost turned around. Her mind kept screaming at her, what was she doing? What was this hold on her that he had obtained so quickly? Why did she feel drawn to him as if she had no say in the matter? He had promised that before they became involved sexually he would know all her limits. But they had not had that discussion. Now she worried that like the others he was just using her, telling her what she wanted to hear. But another part of her knew differently, deep inside her. It wasn't in her mind that was racing with a million thoughts a second. It wasn't in her heart, which was beating as fast as she could ever remember. It was deeper still, down in the core of her being. Her soul, and that is why she didn't turn the car around. It was the only reason she didn't run as fast as she could in the opposite direction. She pulled into the parking lot and saw him standing by his truck. His back was to her, his hand in the open window petting his other pet. She gasped aloud as her body reacted to the sight of him. Once again it reacted with no volition on her part. Once again she felt the wetness creep down her legs. She sifted in the seat and could feel the slickness that had accumulated there. Once again she fought for her breath. She made every attempt to quiet the beating of her heart that sounded to her ears as a runaway freight train. When he turned and their eyes met, his smile opened up the floodgates. She had to lean back and close her eyes. Let her body have its release. Her body shook, her chest heaving. She knew he was watching her, yet this only heightened the orgasm that had been building all the way here. Amber opened her eyes, he was still smiling and he knew. She could feel it in the way he looked at her, in his smile and especially in his eyes. She rolled down the window because she could not trust her legs to support her. He walked over and bent down so that his face was even with hers. "How's my girl?" He asked. She wasn't even sure she could answer but she croaked. "Good Daddy." Then added in barely above a whisper. "Nervous, but good." She couldn't remember how she got from her car to his van. In fact when she looked out the window and saw the sign for the exit to Las Vegas she couldn't believe that she had been in a daze for that long. She looked over and watched him as he drove. She could see the kindness in his face, feel the warmth that emanated from him and knew that she had made the right choice. The doubts were still there, but they were subsiding as a calm overtook her. He reached over without looking and took her hand. She was Daddy's little girl now and she knew she would give him anything that he wanted. "Daddy?" She asked. "Yes baby." "Thank you." She wanted to say so much more, but the words wouldn't come. She wanted to tell him that he could have anything he wanted. That he could take her anytime he chose to. That there was nothing that she wouldn't do just to be at his side. "For what babydoll?" "For being you, for wanting me, for everything." She gushed, she heard her own words and knew how pathetic they sounded but she could offer no more. In her frustrations she burst into tears. Her Daddy squeezed her hand and let it go. She felt anguish and a void reopened that she hadn't even known existed in her. The tears fell down her cheeks onto her lap. But he just pulled to the side of the road and stopped. She wanted to tell him that she was sorry, thinking that he was about to scold her. But he put the truck in park and turned towards her. He took both her hands in his and pulled her to him. He kissed a tear away so lightly that she thought she might have imagined it. Then she felt his tongue licking at them. She felt his lips on her forehead kissing her so gently. On her eyelids, her cheeks, her nose and finally on her lips. "Do you want to turn back?" He asked. "No! God no, I'm sorry Daddy. I'm sorry..." he hushed her with his lips, his tongue parting hers. She could taste her tears as they ran salty sweet down her face. She could feel his hunger for her, as the kisses became more insistent. Her tongue matching his in a dance that only true lovers participated in. Then he broke away and she once again felt the yearning of his touch. "We'll never get there if we just sit at the side of the road." He turned back in the driver's seat putting the van in gear and pulling out once again into the flow of traffic. It seemed like hours when they finally arrived at his house, though she knew that it couldn't have been much more than an hour. They had made small talk on the way, but the yearning in her for his touch grew stronger with each passing mile. He opened the passenger door for her and took her hand; she liked the possessiveness of his grip. Together they walked hand in hand toward the front door. He had his keys in his free hand and opened it without letting her hand go. Reached inside and flipped on a light. He guided her inside to a love seat that sat directly in front of a fireplace and had her sit. She watched his back as he built the fire. She was finally here and no matter what happened now she was overjoyed in that fact. Her eyes went down to his butt, which looked so good in his jeans. She could see the muscles of his back straining at the fabric of his shirt and once again without warning she felt her heat rise. Once again she felt the dampness become so much more. Once he had a fire built, he lit some candles and turned off the lights. He walked over to a small cd player and turned on some light background music. He went over to a counter across the room and returned with a few pages and a pen. He sat down on the floor in front of Amber putting his hands on her knees and spreading her legs. He looked up at her and she knew he could smell her heat, she could smell herself how could he not? He smiled up at her and asked. "You okay sweetheart?" "Yes Daddy." "Were you a good girl for Daddy?" "What do you mean Daddy?" "Do you have panties on?" At his words she felt a tingle of warmth that started between her legs and shot throughout her body. "Yes... I mean NO. I have no panties on, just as you requested Daddy." "You don't mind if Daddy checks for himself, do you?" His hands slid up Amber's legs as she shook her head because once again she was at a loss for words. His eyes never left hers as his fingers caressed her thighs. Higher up they moved and she felt as if she might faint. His hands stopped just inches from her pouting lips, she could feel them pulsing and throbbing to the beat of her heart. "Nice and wet too, just like Daddy likes his little girl." He commented as he removed his hands from her legs and lifted her skirt so that he could see if she was indeed bare as he had instructed. "Good girl..." Daddy cooed. "Not only without panties but so wet, such a good girl. You don't mind if I leave your skirt up? You have such a pretty pussy." "Not at all Daddy, it is your pussy." She knew that he was pleased at her response even though he did not acknowledge it with words. And it was his pussy, as was everything else she had to offer him, she had already made that decision. He picked up the pages from the floor and explained to her that he must know what her limits were. He told her that there were no wrong answers, that this was to determine how her Daddy could best please her. As he read off different activities from the list, his eyes would go to hers waiting for the response. After each, before he would mark her answer down, they would move down her body, taking in the sight of her boiling pussy. He would smile as he saw her juices seeping between her wet lips. Every once in a while he would comment on how good a girl she was. Tell her how much he enjoyed seeing her excitement. And Amber was excited, far more than she had ever been before. She reveled in his open gaze, the hunger she saw in his eyes. When he had finished the list he looked back into her eyes. "Are you ready to give me your body?" "Yes Daddy." "For anything I want?" "Yes Daddy!" She added with more emphasis. "Anything!" He smiled at her and got to his knees. His hands snaked their way under her legs and he pulled her towards him. His tongue found traced up her lips, tasting her for the first time. He moved up to her clitoris, sucking it into his mouth. She moaned aloud as her body once again took over, once again seeking its own release. Once again she felt the shortness of breath as her body starting trembling. As her body began to shake with the orgasm she felt his tongue, gently caressing her hard bud of pleasure. "Ohhhh Daddy, I'm cumming. Oh gawd, that feels so good." She panted. She could feel her juices running between her legs and over her tight little backdoor. His tongue continuing to play with her clit, his lips sucking it in and out of his mouth. She felt a finger caressing her asshole. Teasing it, sliding just the tip inside and then removing it. She could feel her own juices lubricating it, making it slide in so easily. She gasped aloud as he drove it deep into her. At the same time his tongue moved back between her lips and started hungrily drinking from her well. Probing inside of her as his other hand went back to her clit. Stroking it, pinching it softly and pulling on it. "Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy!" She screamed as her orgasm continued to build. Never before had she experienced one such as this. She gave up trying to count them as they continued to come in waves. Her body now arched up to his mouth. Trying to force him deeper inside of her. His finger continuing to thrust in and out of her forbidden door. His expert fingers continuing to tease at her clit. When he finally pulled away and looked up at her. She was fighting to catch her breath. Trying so hard to keep focus on the face of her Daddy, but she failed to keep that focus. When she awoke she didn't know where she was; she tried to remember what had happened. She couldn't open her eyes and began to panic. Amber tried to shift her position but realized this was useless. The cuffs only bit into her flesh as she squirmed, trying to figure out what was going on. Then she remembered her Daddy. The way he had made her feel, the orgasm that seemed like just a dream. She thought back on the way he had been so gently and she stopped her fighting at his bonds. If this is what Daddy wants than I do as well, she said to herself. A peace enveloped her like she had never had before. She knew she had been found. "That's a good girl." He whispered in her ear. She could feel his weight as he climbed atop her. She smiled as he slid inside of her. Claiming what was his. That was the first time that Daddy took his little girl, but it wouldn't be the last. Let me know if you want to hear more about us. This is not an incestuous story but one of love from Father and daughter, Dominant and submissive, Master and slave.