3 comments/ 28416 views/ 0 favorites Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years By: a_libertine My heartfelt appreciation goes to DarkEmpress for her editing of this installment of Shane's story. It is my intention to write in three distinct stages of Shane's life. I will not necessarily follow a chronological order in their creation, but will divide them into three clear segments Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years Chapter 1 Growing up, I always thought I would end up like Uncle Ed as a pastor of a Baptist church. The choices I made led me towards that realization ... that was until I met Rich and Ann Nieman who introduced me to a world that I never imagined existed. One with such appeal, that no matter how hard I tried, I never fully escaped... I watched with abject fascination as my engorged cock slid in and out of Ann Nieman's gaping gash, her shapely derriere serving as a delightful bit of eye candy that made my cock twitch in anticipation. Her ass wiggled like Jell-O with each powerful thrust forward. She was on all fours, her head and shoulders planted into the mattress of the bed. Her cries filled the air and commingling mingled with the aroma that permeated from her over heated sex. Ann urged me faster, slower, harder, softer ... my hips followed her commands. Eventually, I realized the change in pace always occurred when she was about to cum, each change pushing her further towards an orgasm that would consume her sanity when it ripped through her being. As soon as it dawned on me, I began paying more attention to what her body was telling me and changed pace a split second before Ann would tell me. I was on top of the world! Eighteen and my first experience ... well, real experience that is; was an afternoon long encounter with my professor's wife. Brief moments of guilt welled up and Ann seemed to sense the change in me. Reaching between her legs, she stroked my balls lightly, bringing me back to the here and now. I knew, just knew, that my Father in Heaven was going to send me to hell for this one act, regardless of what ever good I may do in His name in future. If He was going to send me to Hell, then I would go well sexed. You, my fair reader, are probably wondering how a young innocent Christian boy finds himself buried inside a married woman... Summer The heat was beating down on me like a hammer in a forge, the temperature easily over 95 degrees and the humidity fast approaching the same level, or at least it felt that way. Sweat poured down my face and back. My arm pits were a soppy mess and I knew that I stank to high heaven. The swimming pool dominated the backyard, an enticing temptation. I would have given nearly anything to jump in it at the moment. Unfortunately the barbell I pushed up off my chest kept me pinned to the bench and I had a few more reps to do before I was done. My spotter was also my professor and mentor. We had become fast friends previous semester, my first at Vanderbilt University. I had taken a course on American politics and he was a former lobbyist in Washington who had come back home after making an obscene amount of money schmoozing with the powerful shapers of American society. He was a short man, no taller than 5'5" and his chest was easily that in diameter, or at least appeared that way. He was in his mid fifties and had the body of someone twenty years younger. His hair was thinning and was approaching wispy, the natural light brown retreating in front of the onrushing gray. He had been exhorting me all semester to start working out again. My body was softening a little after high school, which was compounded by taking the fall off for a mission trip with a portion of my church youth group. We had spent six months in Mexico helping a village with time spent in menial tasks and proselytizing. It had been a rewarding time but left me slightly out of shape. I had finally given in to Dr Nieman and joined him today for a workout. My arms were quivering from the muscle exertion as I heaved the barbell one last time upward, to a "Good Job" from Dr Nieman. The bar clanked into its resting place on the bench and I sat up, knowing that I would be hurting in the morning. I was wiping my face when I heard an unfamiliar female voice ask, "Would you like some iced tea?" Behind me Dr Nieman said, "Yes dear, please bring a pitcher out to us." By the time I had moved the rag from my face and looked to the backdoor she had gone inside. Dr Nieman and I sat at the table on the patio in the umbrella's shade. We were engrossed in a conversation about our local representative to the House when the pitcher of tea was placed on the table with three glasses. I glanced at the person that delivered them and did a double take, nearly giving myself whiplash. Mrs. Nieman was taller than her husband by a couple of inches. Her dark mahogany hair was artfully caught up in a ponytail and hung to mid shoulder. A red bikini clung to her shapely figure, large enough that it was almost modest, and small enough to make you wonder if you could glimpse her nipples if she moved in just the right way. Mrs. Nieman was not a super model, but she was certainly beautiful. Ann's skin was a golden bronze from spending hours by the pool tanning, which lightened her hair somewhat. Her breasts were full and heavy, a large B cup or a small C in size. Her stomach had that small swell that almost all mothers have after bearing children and her hips flared out provocatively into a firm ass. Her legs were longish and trim as if she walked, or ran, often. For whatever reason, I noticed her toenails had been painted a fiery red color, similar to that of her bikini. My eyes must have widened noticeably because Dr Nieman laughed and said, "Shane, this is my wife Ann. Ann, this is the young man I told you about, Shane." I stood as any good gentleman would and offered Ann my hand in greeting. She placed her hand in mine in such a way that it compelled one to kiss the back of her knuckles. I found myself bending to do just that, before stopping, muttering an embarrassed, "Pleasure to meet you ma'am." Laughter played at the edges of her voice, "It is nice to meet you too, Rich has said so much about you." I am not sure why, but my face blushed as I sat back down before popping right back up asking, "Dr Nieman, would you mind if I take a dip?" "Go ahead Shane." With that I dropped the rag I had been using to wipe myself with on the chair and dove into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing, the exact tonic needed to refresh my body. Not being much of a swimmer, I bobbed back to the surface and made my way to the steps at the shallow end of the pool. The water reached just above my nipples as I sat on the middle step, and leaned back against the top one. The jarring sound of a phone ringing shattered the quiet prompting Ann to walk into the house to answer it. My eyes followed her disappearing form, thankful for the ice cold water. Dr Nieman and I had just started chatting about what classes I should take next semester when Ann reappeared. "Rich, it was Helen. She needs your opinion on a piece of legislation for the congressman. It is apparently coming up for a vote soon." Dr Nieman stood and said. "Shane, you are welcome to stay and enjoy the pool. I am sure Ann would welcome the company. I will call you tomorrow to set up some time later in the week for another workout, if you are up for it?" "Uh ... are you sure Dr Nieman? I can leave..." I said as I stood up. "Nonsense," Ann said. "You stay and have a couple of drinks with me and enjoy the afternoon. It isn't often Rich gives social time to a student. I would like to get to know you to find out why he did," she said giving me an easy smile. "Well..." I started. "Shane, stay and enjoy the afternoon. I know you don't work and Summer One classes start next week." "Well, okay, Dr Nieman, if you are sure you are okay with it?" I asked, shooting him a quizzical look. Dr Nieman laughed and said, "Don't worry son, she won't hurt you." I settled back onto the step as he headed inside and closed my eyes, basking in the now very comfortable sunlight. I pondered his peculiar statement for a moment. It was short-lived as I was lulled into a near dream-like state. My upper torso and face basked in the warmth of the summer sun, as the cool water enveloped the rest of my body. A moment or two later I heard Mrs. Nieman say, "Shane, would you like a beer or a daiquiri? I am making one for myself." "Yes, ma'am, a daiquiri would be great," I heard myself say. She disappeared into the house and emerged a few minutes later with a glorious frozen pink concoction dressing a plastic daiquiri glass. "Here you go," she said as an elegant arm came into view, placing it just outside the splash zone of the pool. I turned and picked up the glass, taking a long sip through the straw. The overpowering taste of rum eclipsed the strawberry flavor. After a couple of those I would be in no shape to drive, so I resolved to sip very slowly. "How is your daiquiri?" Mrs. Nieman's melodic voice wafted into my mind. "Very good, thank you," I said as the cold liquid slid down my throat. I turned in time to see her place a large pitcher on the table before reclining in a patio chair in the sun. My eyes roamed across her form appreciatively before the reality of what I was doing dawned on me. Quickly averting my eyes, I took another long sip of my daiquiri and tried my best to avoid looking at her. She told me how much she liked being in Washington D.C. over being in Nashville and how it came about that they landed up here. Dr. Nieman counted the dean of the school of law as one of his friends. He had accepted a position to teach a few constitutional law classes in addition to an undergrad course each semester. She wasn't sure why. Apparently, he enjoyed the classes too much to sacrifice teaching them, even though no one would have blamed him. Rivulets of water dripped from my body as I moved from the pool, pouring our second daiquiri and emptying the pitcher. Ann, as she began forcing me to call her, grabbed the pitcher and headed inside to refill it. The alcohol was making my head a little light and the pool was spinning slightly as I lowered myself back into its soothing cold depths. Closing my eyes, I leaned against the top step and enjoyed the buzz that was swirling around in my head. I vaguely heard the pitcher being placed behind me someplace. Little waves ebbed against my skin as I felt someone step into the pool. My eyes flew open to find Ann wading into the pool next to me. I watched her ass as she took a couple of steps into the pool, lowering herself into the water up to her shoulders. My eyes just about bulged out of my head as I watched her raise back up and walk towards me. Her red bikini, now drenched and clinging to her skin, was sheer enough that I could easily see the shadow of her areola. Her nipples had hardened into tight little buds from the cool water, straining against the red fabric. The sight of the water cascading down her breasts and smooth contours of her stomach banished any other thoughts from my mind. She sank down on the step next to me, her leg brushing against mine. My heart started banging in my throat as a tickling tingle shot through my body. Her arm nestled against mine, her skin searing the flesh off my bones. A quick glance confirmed that she was gauging my reaction with a titillating 'come hither' expression illuminating her features. My penis stirred in my shorts and my heart skipped a beat as I hoped she had somehow missed that. It was a very unfamiliar sensation, and certainly not one that I had ever dealt with concerning another man's wife. The absolute last thing I needed was my Professor getting me kicked out of Vanderbilt for inappropriate conduct. The warmth of her soft thigh resting against my hip and her arm against mine suffocated the little voice of reason as I heard Ann whisper, "Shane?" I turned my head to look at her and was about to say, "Yes Ma'am," when Ann took my face into her hands. My breath caught in my throat as she leaned in and kissed me lightly, her lips slightly parted. Her kiss was soft laced with a burning hunger that I had never experienced before, not that I had much, okay, any, experience at this. The fire and hunger barreled head long down my throat and torso, straight to my cock, snaking down my leg harder than it had ever been before. Ann's tongue gently levered my lips apart and thrust into my mouth. Someone moaned, and judging from the reverberation in my chest, it was safe to assume that it was me. Shock pulsed through my body immobilizing me completely. This beautiful woman was someone else's wife and here I sat with her tongue in my mouth. Heaven help me ... but it felt so good. My mind refused to surface from the shocking display of her nipples through the bikini, the feel of her leg and arm against my rapidly heating flesh and her tongue ... oh god, her tongue that danced a searing tango with mine. I was so paralyzed that it wasn't until she leaned back a little that the resulting cold spot let me know that her breasts had been pressed against my arm. "Are you okay, honey?" She asked, as a little knowing smile tugged at her lips. It took forever for me to answer. All sorts of ideas started racing through the cloud of alcohol in my brain. What would Dr Nieman think was the one that crystallized the best, and after a couple of seconds I tried to answer. The only words that choked from my lips were, "Dr. Nieman?" Ann's laughter was soft and melodic as it crashed into me. She gently kissed my lips again before whispering against them, "Why do you think he brought you home to work out instead of the gym at Vanderbilt, honey?" Nothing in my life had prepared me for that statement. Church hadn't. My parents hadn't. My football buddies from high school hadn't. Not even my mission work. I imagine my reaction would have been much the same if she had told me she was the devil incarnate. As my alcohol rattled brain indulged itself in a futile attempt at coming to grips with the concept of what she just revealed I felt a hand wrap around my cock through my cotton shorts and boxers. Starting with her pinky finger and then each finger in succession, Ann squeezed my cock. A low moan escaped me as she stroked me that way a second time. Ann's lips found mine again as she pressed my cock against my stomach with the palm of her hand, causing my balls to contract. I huskily whispered, "Ann" trying to slow the situation down a little. She must have interpreted the single word as an affirmation, causing her tongue to thrust deep into my mouth raiding it like a Viking on a Briton village. Her assault on my mouth shocked me out of my paralysis and my hands jerked into action, one settling on her shoulder and the other claiming a tit as its own. Her nipple hardened more as she moaned into my mouth. Involuntarily, my hand squeezed her boob tightly. Ann was soft, much softer than Patty's tit had been on that one opportunity I had to feel her up. I pressed her breast against her rib cage and closed my hand as far as I could, Ann's nipple moving against my palm. My fingers danced across her flesh in a poor parody of the sensations I was feeling, instantly renewing the tickling tingle that surged through my body. My body was turning into a huge capacitor causing an electrical storm to rage in my veins with enough power to charge the water in the pool, no longer keeping me cool. I was nervous and hornier than I had been when I was necking with Patty in the back seat of my 75 Buick. Somehow her hand worked its way into my shorts and under my boxers and she began with an impossibly slight touch to stroke me. "Sit there, on the side of the pool," Ann whispered. I haphazardly followed her instruction as she helped me out of my two articles of clothing, freeing my throbbing cock from its fabric restraints. Fear and anticipation wracked my body as Ann moved between my legs, kneeling on the stair of the pool. She wrapped her hands around me and gently twisted while stroking up ... down ... and then up again. As her fingers reached the head of my cock, it twitched and exploded shooting copious strings of cum straight up into the air. With a squealed "Oh MY!", Ann's mouth descended onto the head of my prick, her teeth delicately holding my pulsing cock in place as her hands continued their twisting stokes up and down, milking me. Ann sucked and swallowed everything I could pump into her as my body convulsed and a low groan rumbled from my lips. Her tongue licked heavily across the slit in my cock, wiping cum away, making room for more to percolate to the surface. Her moans vibrated across my cock amplifying the sensations that were coursing through me. As the last of my jism dribbled out, Ann opened her mouth and moved her hands to swallow me entirely. The warm moist sleeve of her mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt in my life. I must have been staring in disbelief as her tongue effortlessly continued to massage my cock while she gently suckled on me, keeping me in a semi turgid state. My body bucked in response as my limbs twitched with an uncontrolled palsy. My cock fell from her lips as Ann kissed her way to my nipples where she gently nibbled and sucked on them, before kissing me. The salty residue excited and repulsed me at the same time as it dawned on me that I was getting a taste of my own spunk in her mouth. In the haze of euphoria I started kissing Ann back, hungrily devouring her mouth. Any comprehensible trace of sanity came to a grinding halt in my mind. Hands clamped down on her arms to firmly hold her in place as I assaulted her lips and grinded against her. It was amateurish, slightly painful, but it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened in my young life. In a teasing and toying voice, Ann said, "Let's go inside, stud" as we broke for a breath. I helped Ann up and then stared for a second as the bright red stripe of her bikini bottom was mere inches from my face. My hand trembling slightly, I reached out and gently ran my fingers across the fabric, from left to right and then down along the hem. Ann's hands entangled my hair in clenched fists as she moaned out, "Inside Shane. Let's go inside the house." I was shocked to discover as I followed Ann that my penis was hard again and was bobbing up and down, waving left and right with each step. My eyes were glued to Ann's curvaceous ass as she led me into temptation. My mouth salivated involuntarily as if she was a piece of prime steak. Leading me through the cool air of the house, Ann opened the door to a small bedroom with little in way of adornments, a guest room of sorts. Pulling me into the room, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. Pressing her body against me, my cock ran up her stomach as our bodies melded into one another. Hands cupping my ass, Ann pulled me even tighter and broke the kiss. "Rich tells me you are one of the best students he has ever had." Confusion had to have crossed my face as Ann smiled, kissed me and asked, "Would the Doctor's number one student like to learn how to please a woman?" Swallowing hard, I nodded. Ann's mouth pressed against mine as she tugged my ass cheeks apart, keeping me tight against her. She bit down on her bottom lip as her eyes roamed across my chest sending my pulse rate to skyrocket through my veins. Ann precariously walked back toward the bed pulling me with her. As we arrived she turned and pushed me back onto the virginal white sheets. Ann leveled a look at me that terrified and excited me in equal parts of predatory conquest and sex appeal. As I flopped to a stop, Ann said, "Now, let's work some of that youthful exuberance out of you: shall we?" Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years Ch. 02 This is the second chapter of the first of three separate, inter-related series of stories of Shane's life. The first set of stories is Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years; the second is Abnegation; the third is Libidinous. Because of the way I am writing them, I have designed each series to more or less stand-alone and will not have too much interconnectivity. There may be some historical information that is given in the Dissolute stories that is referred to in the later stories, I will endeavor though to keep that to a minimum. As always, please vote. There are five stars at the end of the story, choose one, it only takes an additional second or two; let me know how I did. If you want to put some effort into the feedback, leave a comment. I would welcome the feedback Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older. * I woke the morning after making love to my professor's wife with the weight of the world on my chest. I knew God had damned me for my actions the previous day; that his judgment would be swift and righteous. The first judgment of God was going to be Dr. Nieman himself. He was going to come over here thrash me then once done thrashing me he was bound to cut my dick off and shove it somewhere unwanted. The second of the judgments, the scariest, was I was going to get kicked out of Vanderbilt. Although not a seminary school, it was an excellent foundational education for seminary. What seminary would take a student kicked out of college for fornicating with his professor's wife? Are they forgiving enough to overlook fucking your professor's wife? Somehow, I did not think so. The third judgment was Poppa. When I got kicked out, Pops would come off the mountain to lay an ass whipping on me that would make a sparring match between Jerome Atkinson, who was the world champion at my weight class in karate in 1984, and myself seem even. The whole family generally agreed that leaving Pops on the mountain was a good thing for all, especially me. Pops never had an education above the fifth grade, working since 12 or so, day and night. It was by his backbreaking labor, a promise to Momma made by him, that I would never ever be in the same position as he, that I was in college at all. Pops had helped Uncle Ed get an education, an apprenticeship at a church. Over the course of a few years, Uncle Ed took advantage of the opportunity and began his own church, which was turning out well. It gave him the chance to help Pops help me. Uncle Ed paid part of my tuition, pops the apartment. The rest was Pell grant money and scholarships. I had always been a good student, mindful of the fact that Pop did what he could for me to help me get our family out of poverty and into 'society' as he called it. Now my cock might be messing it all up. The last thing was of course the fear of eternal damnation. I prayed to God for forgiveness all morning long. Beseeching Him to take a lowly sinner back into His hands, part of me knew that it was in vain. God's forgiveness has a requisite of repentance. Though I was terribly sorrowful that I had lain with another man's wife, I knew that if she knocked on the door as I said "Amen" I would do it again. I was not repentant. Not being repentant, I could not expect God's forgiveness. That single though shocked me out of my prayers. I sat there dumbfounded, looking at my Bible. I knew with certainty that my answers were in it, but not yet. It certainly was not today, probably not tomorrow either. Tears flowed down my face as I sobbed at the loss of the one thing that meant anything at all to me; my relationship with my Savior. Had I been crying out "Lord, Lord" all this time and He finally took a moment to illustrate that He didn't know me? I was vaguely aware that the phone rang while I sat staring at my Bible. I looked in horror at the answering machine as I heard Dr. Nieman's voice, "...told me about yesterday. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as she did. Anyway, give me a call when you get up, I believe you have the number already." My ass clenched so hard I almost pissed myself listening to him. Then it registered. He did not sound mad. He sounded like he did when I helped one of the students last year with a concept they did not seem to get: Pleased. How could he be pleased that I had fucked his wife all afternoon? She TOLD HIM!?! There is no way she told him. Or was there? It was unfathomable to me that their marriage would be such that he allowed her to fuck his students. Then, she did point out that he brought me to his house to workout for a reason. Did they stage the phone call from the congressional representative's office? Helen wasn't it? My head hurt. It was too much thinking, too early in the morning. I had a dojo visit in to talk to the Sensei to see what he and the dojo was like. It proved to be a nice distraction. It was a great place, the sensei and I got along very well. He offered to take me on, but instead of having me pay for lessons, all I had to do is teach a class for each one I took. Being on a college freshman's budget, I readily agreed. After the dojo visit, I arrived at my small studio apartment to see Dr. Nieman's Cadillac next to the spot I normally parked. A heavy fearful sigh left me as I pulled in looking over at Rich. Sitting in the car reading a paper it appeared he did not notice that I pulled in. I got out of the old Buick, tapped on the passenger window and motioned for him to follow me. Not waiting to see what he did, I headed to the apartment, a big part of me hoping that he didn't follow, but I also knew that he was. I glanced over my shoulder to see an amused smile plastered to his face. I opened the door to the apartment letting us in. "Hi Shane." Dr Nieman said, his eyes affixed on me. I could not help myself I must have looked like the kid with his hand in the cookie jar as I stared down at my toes muttering, "Hi Dr. Nieman." "Are you worried about yesterday?" Dr Nieman started. Damn him. His penchant to go straight for the kill was right there in my face, this time I was the prey. "Yeah. A lot actually. I mean, your wife and I, we, uh." I stammered along trying to avoid telling him what we did. Dr. Nieman's voice was carefully neutral as he said, "Yes she told me about it. In fact, she was positively giddy at what you did for her. Apparently you started picking up on what her body was doing toward the end?" I looked up at him, feeling my face flush as I said. "Not so hard when she spends so much time telling you what to do. After a while you just have to notice." Dr. Nieman's laugh could not have shocked me more than, if he had kicked me in the balls. I looked up as he said, "It only took me ten years of marriage to get to that point, son." My jaw dropped as I looked at him in disbelief. His head bobbed up and down as he went on, "I didn't always practice what I preach to you guys in class. But once I started to, then relationships came much easier." I blurted out, "You aren't mad?" Dr Nieman shook his head no. I screamed "WHY NOT!" Dr. Nieman's face took on a sorrowful look as he said, "Because I love her. Look, I cannot physically do the things that she wants done. Like sex." Waving vaguely at his crotch, "I just don't get as excited as I used to, about anything. Occasionally, I get aroused, when I do, I do not share. But those days are fewer and fewer." He sat down on the sturdier of the two chairs I had saying, "So faced with a possible divorce or letting Ann have her fun, I agreed to allow her to have her fun, but only with the people I choose. It works for us, Shane. Is it what I would choose if circumstances were different? No. However, they are what they are. I love Anne too much to allow my pride to make me divorce her." "So you brought me over to be stud service for your wife and everything else was a sham?" I asked. My blood was beginning to boil at the thought he strung me along just so I could be a walking talking vibrator for his wife. "A sham? No Shane, it was not even secondary to you making love to my wife. The fact that you had sex with Anne was a bonus." Dr. Nieman looked squarely at me saying firmly, "I will mentor you if you will accept it, whether you fuck my wife again or not." Shrugging a wry grin split his face, "But if you won't Ann may come over here to talk to you about your decision making abilities." "Soooo..." I drew out the so, allowing myself a moment to think, "So you want, Ann wants, me to continue the stud service for her." Dr. Nieman nodded his head in reply. "Man, Rich. This is...This is weird. I don't know." "You think your side is weird, try being the guy asking another man to go fuck his wife." There was a smile on his face, but something about the way he said it, or maybe the tone of it, led me to believe he wasn't all that fond of allowing his wife to fuck others. I sat in the wobbly chair my face planted into the palms of my hands. "So weird, Rich; this is freaking weird." I felt his hand on my shoulder gently trying to comfort me. He sat there not saying anything letting me sort it out on my own. After a very long while, I lifted my face from my hands and looked up at him. He was so stable looking, sitting there as if he knew everything that would happen, when and why. I stood up and went to the fridge, asking, "Beer?" "Yeah thanks, Shane." Pulling out two natural lights I handed one to him and sat back down. "So how would this work?" I asked. Rich nodded explaining patiently, "It's simple really. When you have free time over the summer, come over to the house. Ann wants you to learn how to please a woman. Think of it as sex mentoring if you want." "Hell of an apprenticeship program you have." I quipped. He laughed and said, "You have no idea. If you are agreeable to the concept, we will hammer out the details later. In the meantime, Ann would like you to meet her at Levy's to purchase you a couple of suits." "I don't need suits, Rich. I have fourteen of them hanging in the closet." I laughed at his expression as I walked over to the tiny closet and opened it. It was crammed full of suits, sport coats, ties, dress shirts, and slacks. "In fact I need more room, not suits." Rich laughed a little asking, "Why so many at your age?" "Church, I wear suits to church. Every year when they are on sale at Dillard's or somewhere like that, I buy two of them with shirts and ties. As they get threadbare or do not fit, I replace them. Fourteen seems to be a good number for me to own, that way I wear a different suit each week, at the end of a three month cycle I change out the shirt and tie allowing me a different look every week of the year." Rich nodded, and said, "Good. How are you on less formal wear? Like something not jeans, not slacks?" "There's an intermediary step?" I asked. "My social calendar is usually pretty informal and nothing more than jeans are usually necessary. If it is, I wear a pair of slacks without a jacket." "You'll attend most of the events we have at the house this summer. Swimming suits will be fine for some; suits for some, the majority will be slacks and collared shirts." Rich said. "Okay, but why?" "Ann is going to knock the rough edges off of your mannerisms, speech, and so on. Once she is ready, I will help you get a part time job that will pay like it was full time." In jeopardy of sounding like a stuck record, I belted out, "Okay, but why?" Rich laughed and said, "If you are really going to go into politics, no time like the present. I know a congressional representative who owes me a favor that has an opening. I will get you the interview, but it is up to you to convince him to hire you. All it is is an opportunity." I stood there a moment in shock then nodded my head, saying, "Thanks, Rich, I really appreciate it. I don't know how I will ever be able to repay you." "Make my wife scream boy. Make her scream." Rich said. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~ It had been a fun filled, interesting month. The first thing Ann did was teach me to kiss. Who knew there was an art form to it? I certainly did not but by July 1, I was a near expert at it, or so I led myself to believe. After my kissing lessons with Ann began, I went to a club nearly every night practicing my technique out on women my age. During the day between classes, I would try quick hitter pickup lines, eventually finding out that if I introduced it as a psych experiment, most of the women I encountered were willing to give me a quick kiss. The trick was to turn that quick kiss into a longer more sensuous kiss. As the number of these little pecks began to bloom into full-blown kisses, I knew I was making progress. It was during that time I was at a nightclub on a Friday night that I spotted a blonde that had that eternal cheerleader look about her. She was maybe five foot four, small breasts, maybe a full 'A' cup, with a tight athletic body underneath her chest. A bubble butt that was firm and round swayed enticingly whenever she took a step. Her thighs best described as thunder thighs. They were muscular, a little thicker than thin, just thinner than thick. She was wearing a short black skirt that billowed out in a cloud around her white a white tank top. She had a black lace bra underneath her nipples jutting out slightly. She did not appear to be wearing stockings from across the bar. She wore black heels that appeared to be about three inches in height. Her skin was flush from exertion and alcohol. I walked over to her as she left the dance floor, asking, "Would you like to dance?" To my relief, she shook her head no asking, "How about a drink instead? I'm all hot from dancing already." I nodded and asked, "What's your pleasure?" "I'll have a margarita, on ice, no salt." She said. I headed off to the bar, ordered her a margarita, and then returned, holding it off to a side, "Here it is, but it'll cost ya." I said with a smile. A coy look crossed her face asking, "Oh? What's the price?" Replying, I grinned like a wild man, "Either your name or a kiss, your choice." "Sarah," She said. "My name is Sarah." I handed her the glass, "Hi Sarah, I am Shane. May I?" I was pointing at the seat next to her she then patted on the bench next to her. I sat down a couple of inches away from her but could feel the heat coming off her in waves, a fine patina of perspiration covering her skin. It struck me as I watched her face that she was extraordinarily beautiful. Sarah must have glimpsed me gawking at her, as she snapped her head in my direction and asked sharply, "What?" I shook my head, swallowed around the lump in my throat, then managed to blurt, "Nothing. Sorry about staring." "You like?" There was playfulness to her question that was hard to miss. I smiled responding, "Hard not to like. You are very beautiful." Laughingly, Sarah said, "I bet you say that all the time." I had to agree; so I did. "Especially, when it is true of the person I am saying to." Sarah sat there a moment her eyes searching my face, looking for what I did not know. After a minute or two, she nodded, said, "Excuse me, I'll be back in a moment," then left. I watched her leave; she had a sway to her ass that was a marvel to behold, each footfall landing on the outside of the other foot, accentuating her natural movement provocatively. After a couple minutes, I began to get the idea she blew me off. I was about to leave when a tall good-looking dark haired woman sat down next to me. "Hi." "Hi yourself;" I responded, "hey, have you seen Sarah?" "No, did she go to the bathroom?" The woman asked. "No idea. Well, I'll see you around." I got up heading toward the bar to talk to a guy in one of my classes that I had spotted earlier. After a couple of minutes with him, I started toward the front of the bar to leave. I was almost out the front door when a small hand wrapped around my arm, just above the elbow, "Hey, you aren't leaving are you?" I heard. I turned around; Sarah was standing there, still holding my arm. Suddenly I felt warm though the source of which was the small arm holding me in place, the heat was emanating from my groin. "Yeah I was. I figured you were blowing me off." Sarah screwed her face up into a scrunched look and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me?" "Same answer as before?" I asked back. "Look, I am not the waiting around type. If you wanted me to sit there after talking to you for a couple of minutes, you should have said something, like 'I'm going to the girl's room.' " "Most guys wait much longer for me." Sarah had an almost petulant look to her. I almost laughed, but grinned as I said, "I am sure you are worth the time investment. But I value communication more than an unreasonable hope to score." I was turning to leave again when Sarah tugged on my arm again, "Are you hear to pick some one up or just mess with their head?" "Yes" was my response. "Tell you what, someone in here has my phone number, if you are really interested, get it then call me tomorrow. I'll be at the apartment all day." The look on Sarah's face was priceless as I turned away. It was not until I was outside that I marveled at the fact I could and did walk away from her. In fact, it was stunning really. The next morning at 9:00 the shrill clanging of the phone woke me. I answered it groggily, "Mmm, 'lo?" "Did I wake you?" came a female voice that I couldn't place at the moment. "Yeah, but that's okay. What's up?" I asked. I heard the voice on the other end giggle while asking, "Do you know who this is?" "You'll tell me soon enough or I will figure it out when I wake up fully." I replied. It was really too early in the morning for mind games. That is when I figured out who it was. "Call me back Sarah when you are ready to talk to me and not play mind games, okay?" The phone was halfway to the cradle when I heard, "Wait! Shane! Don't hang up." I brought the phone back to my ear, "Yes?" "Look, don't hang up on me. Please?" Something about her voice was different; it stirred something deep in me, my morning hard on took on a different feel all together. It was pleading, almost a desperate sound to her that stopped me. I heard my voice say, "Why shouldn't I?" "I'll stop testing you, I..I...I..." It sounded like she was close to tears, though I could not figure out why she would be crying. Then my jaw dropped when I heard, "I'll do anything you want to see you again." Saturday morning, laundry day. The most boring hour of the week, so I thought I would spice it up. "You know the laundry mat on Murphy Road? Squeeky Klean?" "Yes, I do and it's not." Sarah offered. Laughing, "I know. Meet me there precisely at 11:00." I hung up the phone wondering if Sarah would be there or not. I arrived at the Laundromat around 10:45; then loaded up four machines with my weeks' worth of laundry. I was moving them to the dryer at 11:10 or so when Sarah finally breezed in. She was wearing a summer dress that was a gossamer yellow cotton material. I could see her nipples standing firm against the fabric as she came up to me. "You're late" I said. Sarah flushed a moment and asked, "Yes?" I nodded holding my arm out so she could see my watch. She muttered an unconvincing, "I'm sorry." Roy was the only other person in the Laundromat with us. He was in here every Saturday as I was. He was standing on the other side of the room from us, not paying us much mind. I leaned into Sarah and whispered, "Ten minutes means ten lashes with my belt. You want them now or twenty later?" Sarah's face turned red as her breath caught in her throat, "I uh, I uh, don't want any." "Then leave." I turned my back on her, picked up the newspaper. I could feel Sarah's presence next to me as I faked reading an article. After a couple of minutes, I lowered the paper asking, "You're still here?" Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years Ch. 02 A small voice answered me, "Yes, sir. I am." Something about the way she said, "Yes, sir" that stirred something in me; I was not sure what. I tossed the newspaper into my basket. Grabbing Sarah by the arm, I ushered her over to the chairs at the front of the Laundromat. "Bend over; grab the seat in front of you." I instructed her. As she complied, Sarah looked at me fearfully, expectantly. I flipped her skirt up over her waist, noticed Roy was moving for a better view as I took my belt off, bending it double. I cocked my arm then swung forward without much force. With a slapping sound that echoed through the room, the belt landed across her pert ass cheeks. I said "One." Swing, "Two." Swing, "Three" Cocking my arm back, I commanded, "You count now." Swing, a small voice croaked out "Four" I noticed after the fifth strike a wet spot begin to take shape in her panties. Fascinated I watched it grow as repeatedly I swung the belt striking her butt, until I heard, "Ten." After the tenth strike, I said, "Stay put." I moved behind her and yanked her panties down around her knees. Her beautiful petals were wide open, her juices coating the lips liberally. The crotch of her panties was soaked through. I rubbed her pink warm ass, giving it a gentle kiss. "What have we learned today?" I asked. "That I should not make you wait for me." Sarah's voice was full of emotion, sounding like for all the world she wanted to fuck my brains out. "Good. Now give Roy your panties, I am sure he will want to masturbate into them later." Sarah's head swung around toward me her eyes wide. I looked at her evenly, locking my eyes with hers. There was defiance in her brown eyes as we stared at each other for a minute, which stretched to two minutes then eventually to three minutes. Suddenly something changed, or broke, in Sarah. "Yes sir," she brought her legs together letting the panties pool at her feet. Stepping out of them, she bent over picking them up before handing them to Roy. A playful, "Enjoy, do make sure to thank him." Roy gushed at his treasure letting out a loud "THANK YOU!" I was not sure if that was to Sarah, or me, it really did not matter. I walked back to my paper then leaned against machine waiting for Sarah to walk over. Her stride was less exaggerated than the night before but no less sexy for it. As she stopped next to me, I lifted her up, sat her on the washing machine. Softly, as feather light as I could make my lips be, my lips played across hers. I licked at her top lip, and then sucked it gently in between my teeth. Nibbling on it softly, I ran my tongue over the portion of her lip that stuck between my teeth. Letting go of her lip, I felt her begin to kiss back. I increased the urgency of my kiss, allowed my desire for her to be felt through the kiss. Sarah spread her legs wrapping hooking her ankles behind my thighs. I slid a hand along her inner thigh. I felt her body arch into me, reacting to my touch. As slowly as I could, my hand lightly trailed higher along her thigh, teasing her, teasing me. Finally, I could feel the heat of her pussy, my hand still a couple inches away. Her inner thigh up near her crotch was slick with her juices. I broke the kiss off staring into Sarah's eyes as my finger made contact with her molten core. Gently I slid it in to the first joint; Sarah's eyes rolled slightly as she sighed. I pulled her forward slightly. Her legs swung completely free of the washing machine, her ass barely on top of it. I eased my finger the rest of the way into her velvety glove. Her pussy sucked at my finger while Sarah leaned forward resting her head against my shoulder. My thumb pressed against her clit-hood. I started rubbing slightly coaxing the little nub hidden beneath it out. I pulled my hand back then rammed it forward; Sarah gasped, whimpered then whispered, "Please no. Not here, please." I continued ramming into her, my thumb thumping against her clit. Little shudders of pleasure coursed through her body. "Yes here. Yes now." Sarah rewarded my efforts with a whimper as my hand continued it assault on her pussy and clit. I could see Roy slowly working his way around the machines, trying to see what I was doing to Sarah. I leaned over Sarah, my lips brushed against her ears as I whispered, "You better cum now if you don't want Roy looking at me ramming your pretty little pussy with my fingers. He can almost see you now." Sarah's whimper turned into a full-blown moan as she turned her head to Roy, locking eyes with him. I added a second finger to her slick, tight pussy. Her moan became a little louder as she nodded at Roy. I smiled and said, "You want him to see me ramming your twat, you little slut?" Sarah moaned out "Only if you want me to let him." I wondered a second what to do and then said, "No, this pussy is mine, cum now!" Sarah moaned a loud, "OHFUCKME!" as her body started to convulse. Her legs clamped around my waist almost breaking my forearm in the process. Her ass thrust forward violently, causing her to slide off the top of the washing machine. Her ass squelched as it drug down the front facing of the machine. I could not stop her slide, but I did manage to slow it down until her butt settled on the dingy floor. Sarah's breath came out in rasps and rattled in her chest with each draw. I kissed her on the forehead lightly, and then turned to Roy, "Maybe next time, Roy." He nodded his head nervously then gulped mightily before running to the other side of the Laundromat. He pulled his mostly dry clothes out of the dryer into his baskets. In all of one minute, Roy was gone. I knelt down next to Sarah cupping her face in my hands. She laid her head against my palm and sat still a moment. "What ever made you spank me?" She asked. I looked at her a moment, not answering. Not because I did not want to, but because I did not know what it was. Sarah's brown eyes were looking up at me, expecting, pleading for an answer. I continued looking at her whispering gently, "It felt like what you wanted, needed from me." Her eyes welled up as she whispered, "You can spank me harder next time." Her voice carried emotions in it that I did not quite fathom. I swallowed and nodded, my thumbs caressing her lovely face. "Have you been, do you get spanked often?" I asked. Sarah shook her head, "No. You are the first to have done that to me. No matter how I have tried being bratty with past boyfriends they never did." Sarah turned into my hand kissing the palm gently, her lips leaving a wet heat to burn through my skin, "You figured it out in less than an hour." I helped Sarah up, lifted her back on to the washing machine. I leaned wrapping my arms around her. I was cooing to her unintelligibly while stroking her hair, while the other hand stroked her back softly. "How did it feel when I spanked you; when I made you give Roy your panties?" "It made me feel cheap. Sluttish. Used." Sarah turned her face back to me whispering, "And wanted. I could feel both of your cocks pointing at me, for the entire world I wanted one or both of you to fuck me right there." I stayed silent a moment processing what she said. Then she suddenly continued, "Cared for. It felt like you were the first guy that cared enough about me to figure out what I wanted. Mostly, I felt you are strong enough to give it to me." I nodded, "Go home, think about this." Taking a pen I wrote my address on the palm of her hand, then continued, "If you want to see where this may go, come to my place at 7:00 tonight." Sarah nodded. She leaned forward giving me a gently yearning kiss before she left. Her car door had barely closed when I called Rich and Anne from the phone booth. "Nieman's, I heard Rich say. "Rich, this is Shane; can I swing by in about 90 minutes?" "Sure, is something wrong Shane?" Rich's voice seemed full of concern. "Nooo." I replied. "At least I don't think so. I want to talk a situation out with you." The laundry seemed to take forever, more so than usual. I managed to get the newspaper steady enough to read though I could not tell you a single article I had read. When my clothes finally finished, I loaded my laundry up in the old Buick then headed out to the Nieman's house. Arriving I parked, walked to the door, ringing the bell. Anne answered the door, wearing a sundress that clung to her tits magnificently. "Hi Shane," she purred. "Hi Anne. Is Rich around?" I asked. "Mmmm. Yes he is, but before you can talk to him, show me how the kissing has been coming along." I stepped in, gently moved her to the side of the door. I bumped it closed with my hip while I cradled Anne's face in my hands. I lowered my lips to hers; a gentle peck, then a faster, stronger peck, I nibbled on her upper lip, then the lower lip, kissing each corner of her mouth gently before I thrust my tongue into her mouth. My hands grasped her hips allowing me to yank her closer to me. Trapped between our torsos, my cock hardened as I drove my hips forward in time with the kiss. Anne moaned into the kiss and as we broke it, she said, "Very good Shane. That was very nicely done. Time to move to stage two of your training I believe." "Oh? What is stage two?" I asked. Anne smiled a wicked knowing little smile and said, "Be here Thursday at 5:00, you'll see then. Rich is by the pool working out." "Thanks," I said and with another probing kiss left her in the hallway to find the Professor, who I found by the pool doing curls. "Hi Rich." "Hi Shane, I see you got passed Anne." "Yeah. Well not exactly, she made me kiss her first." Rich snorted, I was not sure if it was derisively or not, and then said, "Of course she did. What's on your mind, son?" I don't know why, but whenever Rich called me son, I always seemed to get this queer feeling in my gut, like I was betraying him for fucking his wife, despite the fact he encouraged it. "I met a girl last night, Rich. No, I am not in love, shoot it's only been about half an hour of time together." "Okay, go on." Rich said. "Well today I spanked her ass in the Laundromat. I also let Roy watch and have her panties," "Whoa son! Stop, back up to the beginning and start again." Rich said. So I did. After I related the events as well as I could, Rich sat back thinking, finishing up with telling her to be at my place at 7:00. Eventually he said, "That isn't my scene, Shane. You need to talk to Professor Kreiger." The shock must have been on my face, for it certainly was in my voice, "Professor Kreiger?" Rich laughed as he said, "Yes. He has been spanking little grad assistant asses for longer than you have been alive. I'll give him a call and see if he can make some time with you this afternoon. That is not likely though, he keeps his weekends pretty packed. Monday or Tuesday is more likely." "That'll work thanks. I can bluff my way through another night I think." I said. Rich went inside presumably to call Professor Kreiger and came back out a few minutes later. "No luck Shane. I left a message on his machine, perhaps he'll call back in a bit." "No problem, thanks for trying." I said. For the next couple of hours we lifted weights, talked politics, and drank beer. It was not a workout so much a way to while away time in easy camaraderie. Even so, by 3:00, my arms were rubbery. I was thankful when Anne came out, "Hey boys. Time to break it up for the day; it's time for you to get ready, Rich." Rich laughed and said. "Tell me you don't want Shane to come along." Anne looked at me, for the briefest moment, it looked like she was licking her lips, as she said, "Yes. I do, but he is not ready I think. Not yet." I looked back at Anne a moment then shrugged it off. "Okay, I'll see you Thursday Anne." I gave her a peck on the cheek. I went around the house instead of through it to my rust bucket of a car. I got back to my studio in time to take a nap after putting up the laundry. At 5:45, the phone rang waking me from my nap. "Mmm. 'ello?" I muttered. "Shane? This is Professor Kreiger." The professor's voice was unmistakable. Something about the tenor of his voice always gave me a bad case of screaming heebie-jeebies. I sat up at the sound of his voice and replied, "Yes, sir. Thank you for calling me." "You are quite welcome young man. Rich Nieman thinks highly of you. He told me about your little encounter today at the Laundromat." "Oh." I was clearly at my most eloquent. "As he described it, your friend was late; you spanked her which aroused her. Is that correct?" "Yes, sir, her panties were soaked by the time I took them off of her." I said. "I presume that you spanked her because either you were annoyed that she was late, you wanted to embarrass her, or perhaps both." "Well, at the time, I did it because it seem like that is what she wanted or needed." I replied. "Tell me, did you achieve an erection spanking her?" I had to think back only to realize that no, I had not so I told him so. "So you aren't a sadist per se, but she does sound like a pain slut, at least a little." "Okay" "Here's what you do for tonight. Do not physically punish her for transgressions. I assure you, she will be at least five minutes later than she was today." I was incredulous, "Really? Why?" "She will want you to spank her again. You spanked her for being late earlier, so she will be late in hopes that you will do so again. Unless you want her to misbehave at all times, do not reward her tardiness by spanking her for it. Do something different that won't involve physical pain." "Okay. Do you have any suggestions?" I asked. "No. I do want you to call me tomorrow at 423-555-8217 and tell me how you handled it." "Okay, what time?" "Between noon and 1:00." "Okay. And thanks for the call." "You are welcome." I took a shower, shaved, brushed my teeth then dressed in gray running shorts and a tee shirt. I sat on the stable chair to read the newspaper while waiting for Sarah. 7:00 came and went. I set the paper aside to watch the clock curiously. 7:05 then 7:10 slid passed slowly. 7:15 came and went then at 7:20 a knock on the door. Screwing my face up in a puzzled countenance, I looked at the phone wondering how he knew. I remembered, he advised against spanking her for tardiness. I walked to the door wondering what to do. Then the soft knock came again. I opened the door, my glare had to burn through Sarah. She was wearing a tube top blouse and a skirt, her head down cast slightly. "I'm sorry I am late." She said. "Kneel." I commanded. Sarah looked up at me in shock and started to step into the apartment. I placed my hand in the middle of her chest, between her lush tits. "No," I said. "Kneel out there. You are twenty minutes late. You will kneel at my door begging me to let you in for forty minutes. You will do so loud enough that I can hear you over the stereo." The last thing I saw as the door closed was Sarah's shocked face as her knees started to bend. I could hear Sarah clearly through the door and imagined that my neighbors could as well. Soon enough I could hear muffled conversations outside the door. I guessed that the guys across the hall were standing at their door discussing the sight of Sarah begging for entrance. I heard Sarah wail, "Please sir, let your disobedient slut in. I am so very sorry," I was amazed as my cock hardened immediately a tent bulging outward in my gray shorts. I sat in the better chair my cock straining against my shorts. In a couple minutes, a dark spot began to form as pre-cum started leaking out of my slit. The dark spot only grew larger as I listened to Sarah through the growing din of conversation behind her. Time slowly crept by, Sarah continued begging at the door; people behind her telling her to forget me, to move on, with one exception. I could hear one soft female voice tell her to keep at it and that eventually I would let Sarah in. Finally 8:00 arrived. My cock was harder than I ever remembered it being as I walked to the door. I opened it, looked out past Sarah. I saw a gaggle of about 10 people standing there; their eyes rotating from Sarah to me, much like a tennis match. I turned to the side, which highlighted my own excitement for the crowd, "Come in." Sarah started to stand, "No. I did not tell you to get up. I told you to come in." As Sarah crawled forward, the crowd started dispersing, soon only a slightly overweight brunette was left, her nipples hard against the fabric of her blouse. I saw that Sarah had made it to the middle of the one room apartment, "Stop wait there on your knees, head down." I looked at the brunette trying to judge what she was thinking. Mentally shrugging, I walked up to her. My hands wrapped around to the small of her back, allowing me to pull her tight against me, our hips grinding briefly against each other. Pressing my lips to hers, my tongue invaded her mouth. She seemed to lean in against me, giving me her throat. A moan escaped her throat into mine as my tongue danced with hers. My right hand worked its way up to her breast. Hefting her heavy tit, I pinched her nipple twisting while pulling it downward. Her breath caught between our throats. Her hands wrapped around, and clasped, my ass, her fingernails scraped my skin through the thin fabric of my shorts. I broke the kiss, looked her in the eye, "Lose thirty pounds, and then come see me." Turning I walked away from her I closed the door on the brunette. Sarah looked so defenseless, so compliant, kneeling in the middle of the floor. I walked over to her, crouched down behind her, her body shivering at my touch as I ran my hand up her inner thigh. Her pussy was sopping wet, the labia wide open. I rubbed my thumb down to the wrist along her slit, a soft moan escaping her. "Do you think you will ever be late seeing me again?" I asked. Sarah's breathing shuddered as she whispered, "No sir. I will always be on time." My mouth was next to her ear, my lips brushing her hair as I whispered, "Good." I walked to the bed only to plop down on the mattress. For a couple of minutes I sat there, my cock still straining against my shorts. "Come here," I commanded. Staying on all fours, Sarah turned to face me, and then crawled over to me. She stopped when she arrived at the bed, kneeling between my feet. Her face turned down slightly but I could tell her eyes were fixated on my throbbing cock. Watching her watch me, sent a thrill through my body causing my cock to quiver in response. "Do you want to taste my cock, Sarah?" I asked. She nodded whispering, "Oh, yes sir." I stood up dropping my shorts around my ankles, Sarah's eyes growing wide at the sight of my cock. I sat back down and pulled the pillow from the head of the bed to place it behind me. My cock was sticking straight up, her eyes slowly taking it in. Sarah lifted her right hand a fingernail crawled gently up the length of my cock, from my balls to the slit in the head. She spread the pre-cum around the head and then closed her fist around my engorged shaft. A fire erupted where her hand wrapped around me. It was a heated sensation quite unlike that of Anne's hand, for a moment, I wondered if I would spontaneously combust. Slowly she stroked my cock, which seemingly was getting with every lap. "May I?" Sarah asked. "What?" I grunted. "May I suck your cock, Shane?" Sarah asked her voice querulous with need and anticipation. That had to be the best question in the world to my mind, I managed to choke out "Fuck yes." Sarah's mouth opened, she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Her tongue licked along my slit, sending tremors through me. Slowly she sucked down the length of my cock taking most of it into her mouth, but left enough room for her tongue to lick along the ridge on the underside of my cock. Wave after wave of bliss rocked my body as her beautiful, magical mouth kept working on me. Sarah moaned around the head of my cock; the reverberations rattled through me, her hands busied themselves with the shaft and my balls. Dissolute: The Vanderbilt Years Ch. 02 Tugging slightly on my nut sack, Sarah used her middle finger to play with my anus gently. It was a brand new sensation sending torrents of pleasure crashing through my body. Her head began bobbing faster and faster, picking up steam like a runaway locomotive on a steep decline. I could feel my balls tighten as I wound my hands into her hair, holding her head in place. Then I stood up, my hips began thrusting back and forth furiously fucking her face. As fast as I could I fired my hips, her mouth opening wider with each violent stroke. Sarah began moaning around my cock, the reverberations bouncing through my torso. Her ongoing moan appeared to make her nipples harden even more. Her breath started coming in short panting gasps, the wind of which tickled the hair around my cock. Her saliva was forming a great arch from the head of my cock, up to her mouth to her mouth, sagging toward her tits. Twirling that arch around her hand, Sarah used it to coat my asshole with it. She pressed her finger a little harder against my anus; the tip was beginning to slide inside. Her other hand tugged on my balls that were tightening up drastically. My hands tightened in her hair, twisting and yanking at the same time. I was sure that her scalp was beginning to pull away from her skull. Exerting all of my strength, I pulled her hard against my cock. I heard Sarah's gagging moan as my balls exploded in her hand; the first jet of my white hot cum erupting into her mouth. Her hand clenched my balls tightly, almost painfully so as her body convulsed between my legs. The pressure release was incredible; it felt like I had never cum before after being teased daily for years. My thick cock flexed repeatedly as I pumped my seed into her mouth. The head of my cock was so far back in Sarah's mouth that she could not swallow enough volume at any given time to keep up. My cum started leaking out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin. Sarah's moans continued, as her body shuddered gently around my cock. I could smell her sex in the air. Her hands trembled slightly as she caressed me, her hand moving from my ass to my shaft. With a tremulous touch, her hand milked the last of the jizz from my cock. I fell back onto the bed, my knees giving out on me. "Thank you." I heard Sarah say. I looked at her between my legs, "I should thank you; that was incredible." Sarah leaned her head against my thigh, her hand trailing lightly against my skin as she whispered, "I don't think I have ever been as turned on as I was tonight, Shane." "Why?" I asked. "Making me kneel at the door begging you to let me in, I guess. I could not believe you did it. The longer I stayed there the more I wanted to come in here. I...I.." Sarah stammered off. "You like it when the man takes charge?" I asked. "It is more than that. It's like you are sure of what you want; where you are, and I need that surety too." Sarah said. I looked at her, my mind racing a million miles an hour. "Sir?" I heard Sarah ask. "Yes?" "May I spend the night with you?" Her voice was so unsure, so pleading that I must have taken too long answering, causing her to whisper. "I can sleep on the floor, or at your feet or where ever you want." I pursed my lips thinking about it. The thought of having her lie at my feet like a coon dog, was, well it was maddeningly erotic. So much so, my cock twitched against my thigh. When my mouth opened, what came out of it was shocking, "Bitches are not allowed on the furniture, you may sleep on the floor." That shock turned immediately to hard cock as Sarah burst into tears crying out, "Oh thank you; thank you!"