0 comments/ 84769 views/ 1 favorites Alison By: truesonofabraham This is a story specially composed for a very special reader of my first story. Wish it could really happen. Alison is a 54 year old divorced grandmother that hired me to do work for her around the house and yard periodically. I think the work really never needed to be done she would just come up with things for me to do to have me come over and keep her company. Alison was a very quiet woman and very, very easy to look at, so she wasn’t the sort that would have problems getting male companionship if she really just wanted to play around. I think the interest that she had in me was the interest that I had for her and she sort of played a game of to allow me to see her. For this I am forever in her debt. This particular day I had just returned home from my morning walk and noticed that there was a message on my phone from Alison, she was saying that she needed for me to come over and look at her car because it was acting strange. Knowing that I use the computer for my own personal business, I went to see if Alison was on yahoo messenger waiting for my response. She was, I logged on as truesonofabraham and began to explain to her that I first needed to shower off my morning sweat before coming over, she demanded that I come right away because she needed to take care of some urgent business and needed her car to make sure it was taken care of. Finally arriving at her home, Alison met me in the driveway and walked me into the garage, upon entering she proceeded to close the door. Without thinking any further I asked her what the problem was, she said that the car was making a funny noise and that it sounded to come from under the car. Looking around the garage, I noticed that some of her ex-husbands tools were still laying around. Grabbing the creeper from off the wall, I proceeded to make my way under the car to see what I could find if anything at all. The entire time I was looking Alison made small talk, asking me from time to time questions about my personal life. The question I noticed she focused on the most was why I was still not married. I simply told her that I was looking for a special someone and had not yet found her. That’s when Alison asked me what my special someone consisted of. Thinking for a very short time, I began to explain to her that I wasn’t interested in women my age, because they were to unsettled and never knew if they were coming or going for one moment to the next. Then I began to explain to her why it was that I found interest in older women instead of younger ladies. Alison didn’t say a word, all she gave was a, “hmmmmm”. Then from out of nowhere, I felt a gentle stroke on my leg. It was Alison, was she teasing me or was she really going for it this time? These questions kept running through my mind while I managed to keep my composure together and continued trying to find the problem with her automobile. For the next few seconds there was nothing, no words, no noise, no touching. I was wondering if she was still there, that’s when I began to feel pressure on the region just below my beltline. My zipper started to ease its way down and my belt became unfastened and out jumped my weapon, I then began to feel the warmth of her hand slowly gripping my shaft and making its way to my balls. Slowly and so gently she caressed my balls. Dropping the tool I had in my hands, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment of her easing her mouth around the head of my cock, taking me deeper and deeper into the depths of her throat until she finally reached its base. Then the most wonderful thing I have ever experienced happened, while she had me fully emerged in her throat, she would make attempts to swallow allowing me to feel her throat muscles contract around my cock and then the most amazing thing was when she extended her tongue and began to tickle my balls while she was giving me already so much oral pleasure. Being lodged underneath the car, I was helpless and totally under her control, not that I was complaining any though. Knowing that I couldn’t hold back very much longer I told her I was about to cum, but she kept right on doing what she was doing. Did she not hear me, did she want me to spray her throat with my cum, I couldn’t think anymore and just dropped my head back onto the creeper and let my body enjoy what was going on until I began to flood her throat with thick white cum……….. the more I came, the more she seemed to be enjoying it. She kept going and going until there wasn’t anything left for me to shoot. I had came so much and so hard that all I could do was jump in spasms from pleasure. She took one last swallow and then cleared her throat, still dazed from her assault on me just seconds ago I slowly slid myself from under the car and already looking upwards I saw glory. Alison was standing over me with no sign of undergarments, just her clean shaven pussy and a little distance from it and my face. I reached up and grabbing her thighs and slowly pulled her mid section down towards my face until I could begin to smell her, it was so sweet and succulent. As my tongue slowly parted her vaginal lips she let out a moan that could be heard around the world, I often wonder sometimes if it was. Alison then became so aroused that she had an orgasm right then and there, after she calmed down some she told me that she had never had her pussy eaten before. She told me that her husband would never do anything like that and wanted to know if I wouldn’t mind do it to her again. Looking Alison in the eyes, I told her that I would do anything and everything that she could think of doing as long as she allowed me to get out of my clothes and the dirty garage. She led me into the house as we made our first sexual pit-stop in the living room. Alison dropped what clothing she had on and fell to the floor, I did the same and positioned myself between her beautiful thighs and began kissing her from her ankle until I managed to once again reach her freshly shaven lips. This time I used my fingers to open them up so that I could see what I was about to get my tongue into. They say that once you’ve seen one pussy you’ve seen them all, whoever made that statement surely had never seen what my dear sweet Alison had to offer. Her pussy was moist and velvety to the touch, there was a soft not strong scent of sexual musk that was driving me crazy. But the thing that caught my attention was the big letter “A” she had shaved just above the entrance of her vagina, it was definitely an eye catcher. That was the last thing that I can remember kissing before I dove in and began to make love to her with my mouth. Somehow during the third or fourth orgasm Alison managed to position herself with in to 69, this was the most gratifying orgasm that I had experience for myself. Not just because she was sucking and licking me with such great skill and expertise but because of the scent and taste of her vaginal secretions, they were making me go completely out of my mind. After shooting yet another load of cum down Alison’s throat she managed to get herself into the doggie position, while doing this Alison placed her head onto the carpet reached back with her hands and opened her ass cheeks widely apart and then whispered for me to come and enter her from behind and make love to her ass. Just before I entered her she told me of all the things that we had done today and would do again many times in the future was that she always was curious about being ass fucked. I told her that I had done this once before with one other female, she turned her head slightly so that she could look me into my eyes and told me to make sure that I was gentle with her. I looker her in the eyes in return and them bent over and planted a kiss on her ass cheek and told her that I was going to make this a time that neither of us would ever forget and proceeded to kiss and lick her asshole more to make sure that it was nice and lubricated and relaxed. They say that when a man really makes love to a woman’s ass the right way it too can produce a sort of cum, it must be true because Alison shook and shivered and twitched for what seemed like 20 minutes before she unleashed an earth shattering scream of orgasmic proportions and fell over in a dead heap of sexual exhaustion. I spent the night with Alison and we experiment with several other variations of sexual positions and sorts. It’s been two years since that has happened and to this day Alison and I are still doing just fine. You see even though she was 54 and I was only 38, the following month I asked Alison to be my wife and she gladly accepted. I still do odd jobs for her from time to time and believe me the pay is OUT OF THIS WORLD. *Alison if you read this and would like to contact me on yahoo messenger, my yahoo id. Is truesonofabraham you already have my email address. Use your aol user name and I will know that it’s you. Hope to hear from you. Alison I looked at her. I couldn’t believe her beauty. She was average height, had a pretty face, small, but firm and perky breasts (today I could see her plain white bra outlined against her white school shirt) and an arse to die for. It was by far her best feature—it was tight, round and had not an ounce of fat on it. She always accentuated it perfectly too, with her skin-tight blue pants. Alison had been going out with Brett for ages now—since Year seven, actually, and now that we were all in year 12, I was growing tired of waiting for the day where she would be a free agent. Then I would finally ask her the question I had been aching to ask since I had seen her for the first time. It was sixth period Geography on a hot Friday afternoon when it happened. Alison and I had always been friends—not extremely close, but close enough—and today we arrived at the exact same time for class. Being the perfect gentleman, I let her in first, but it was really just to give me a chance to check out her gorgeous butt. We sat down at the very back of the classroom as our 50-or so year-old teacher, Ms. Kareen, began the lesson. She was wearing a green sweater, and evidently, no bra, as I could see her large nipples clearly through the material. Though I wasn’t overly attracted to her (though I had tasted her breasts, sampled her hairy pussy and even rammed it into oblivion on a number of occasions, even including during the week before—but that’s another story, for another day), the sight of her nipples instantly aroused me, and of course, it didn’t help that I was sitting next to my dream girl. Ms. Kareen began a video on various aspects of population geography, before turning the lights out. As she sat down at her desk, she winked at me, and pointed downwards. I looked, and saw that she wore no underwear, and she began fingering herself, while pretending to watch the video. By now, I was rock hard, and Alison turned to me, and whispered: “Enjoying the view, Cole?” I looked at her, startled. “What do you mean?” I whispered. “I know you’ve fucked Ms. Kareen, and I can see what she’s doing. I’ve heard all the stories, Cole.” “What stories? What are you talking about?” “About how much of a stud you are. Emily and Karen told me all about the sex romp you had on the weekend, and Ann won’t shut up about how many times you made her come last week.” Jeez. I had no idea that I’d built such a reputation through my escapades. This was all true, of course—I love girls more than anything—but I’d had no idea that the one I was actually in love with knew anything about it. “And I heard Ms. Kareen talking to Ms. Jenkins about what an expert pussy-eater you were. Anyway, I have a problem Cole. It’s Brett.” “What’s the matter?” “He’s awful…you know…in bed.” “He is? Sorry…but what does that have to do with me?” I asked, though I had already begun to guess. “I love Brett, but I am so horny for some action, and I know you can give it to me. Please. All I want is sex. I figured you could give it to me best.” “Oh…oh. What did you have in mind?” “Well, surely you remember Janette?” I did indeed. I had fingered her until she came while we were watching “All Quiet on the Western Front” during Modern History, the other day. I decided that the time for conversation had passed. I subtly reached down under the table, quietly unzipped her pants, and felt the material of her lacy white panties. She let out a low moan, which attracted some stares from our classmates. She let out a loud, fake cough, which seemed to satisfy them. They turned around. I reached into her panties and felt her mass of pubic hair. Even I had not imagined it would be this glorious. I poked a finger through, into her already wet, beautifully wet hole. She bit her lip. I then commenced finger-fucking her pussy. First I used a single finger, which was wrapped around by her tightness (imagine how that would feel on my cock), before inserting a second and then a third. I would have tried a fourth, but I was surprised by her tightness, and didn’t want to cause her any pain at all. Besides, it looked like she was happy enough with three. I don’t actually remember just how many times I made her come that lesson (I lost count at about four, but that had happened already in the first fifteen minutes), but I do know just how wet my hand was when it finally halted. About five minutes before the end, I looked at Ms. Kareen’s desk, and she was again masturbating, and when she caught my eye, she licked her lips slowly and seductively. God I was hot. Alison and I stopped as soon as the video was about to finish, and I managed to lick up her juices (oh, that beautifully sweet smell and taste) without anyone noticing. All the guys were looking intently at the screen, and the girls were too—and even if they weren’t, they all knew my reputation, anyway. I doubt the sight would have actually surprised any. Before the lights came back up, I kissed Alison softly on the cheek and cupped a breast in one hand. Though I wanted this encounter to continue, to last forever, I didn’t seriously think it would. Alison had wanted me for one thing, and that had been accomplished. No fuss, no muss. Except I was wrong. As the bell rang, Alison whispered in my ear: “I want the rest of you. Right now. But no-one can know.” To be honest, I was thrilled. I made sure Alison and I were the last ones left in the room, softly closed the door, and approached Ms. Kareen at the video. I grabbed her bottom from behind, leaned in, licked her ear, and whispered, “Alison and I want some privacy in here. She knows about us and won’t tell anyone. We’ll lock the door after ourselves, but before you go, I have a present for you.” I lifted her skirt from behind with my right hand, while cupping her breast with my left, before quickly entering her glistening cunt from behind. It only took me a couple of thrusts to come (it had been that hot with Alison), and Ms. Kareen went at least three times before I had completely finished convulsing. I turned her around, lifted her top and quickly sucked on her breasts, while my hand roamed from her smooth posterior to her wet mass of hair (down there). I then lifted my head, kissed her once on the lips, and said: “See you Monday, babe, in here, lunchtime.” She nodded dumbly, gathered her things and left, saying goodbye to the both of us as she shut the door behind her. Alison smiled at me. “You’re good. You’re really good. But is she really that good looking?” “No way, babe. She’s just a tight fuck with a nice rack. You, on the other hand, are beautiful.” She blushed. “Cole, I need you to fuck me.” “No way, babe. That is, not until you strip for me. And show off that hot little butt of yours—it’s awesomely sexy.” She grinned, and began to strip. First went her shirt, as I found a chair and sat down, while she moved slowly and sexily. Then went her blue pants, which she undid to reveal that her lacy panties were g-string, which almost made me come. Then she came across, and sat on my lap. “You are the most beautiful and the sexiest girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting,” I said, before pulling her too me, and kissing her for the first time. It was a long and passionate kiss, and we had a lot of fun exploring each other’s tongues and mouths. My hands began on her butt, caressing the perfection of both cheeks, absolutely smooth and rounded, before they moved up her back and undid her bra. As soon as her bra was gone, I broke the kiss and began kissing her breasts. I sucked, bit and flicked her nipples, before engorging (or at least, attempting to) her whole breasts into my mouth (one at a time, left first, then right). By then, we both could hold out no longer, and I ripped away her thong, pausing only for seconds to marvel at her perfection, before laying her on the ground and entering her pussy. “Oh, yesssssssssssss, Cole. Cole. COLE! Fuck me good and hard, Cole. You know how I like it. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh my Godddddddddddddd, you’re so hot, so FUCKING hot.” “Yeah baby, let my ride you.” “Yessss, ride me like a pony, you fucking MONSTER. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” I rode her long and hard. She definitely wanted it badly, needed it badly. I didn’t know what Brett had done to her, but it can’t have been good. I don’t know how many times I came, but each was better than the last. Alison would later tell me that she had tried to count, but after the first five, it had pretty much turned into one long orgasm for her. When I eventually stopped, it was more than an hour after I had closed the door on Ms. Kareen. It was hard to believe. As I started to dress, I picked up Alison’s panties, and pocketed them. She protested, but I told her, I would need access to her pussy again before too long. I was right, too. After we dressed we left the classroom, the school now long deserted by all (Fridays do have a way of clearing the place out quickly), and began to make our way to the train station. However, we didn’t even get close. I was already pumping her again before we’d gone 15 yards from our Geography room, and after maybe ten minutes if this, I decided to give her my best asset, better even than my golden fingers or nine-inch dick. I went down on her. Her hands holding my head in place, her fingers running wildly through my hair, I licked her outer folds, tasting a combination of our juices, before hitting her clit, saturating it with my tongue. Eventually, I pulled away and said: “We’d better stop, or I’ll keep going all night.” “Oh, what a tragedy that would be,” Alison said, laughing. We eventually made our way to the train, though we walked the whole way with my hand on her gorgeous posterior, while she gave me a long-lasting hand job. We found an almost empty carriage and spent the three stations before she had to get off making out and fondling each other. She almost didn’t make her station. *** On Monday morning, I was desperate to see her. I planned to tell her everything—that I was in love with her, that I needed her, that sex wasn’t enough for me, even though I had fucked almost the entire grade’s girls and teachers who were worth screwing, almost always imagining them to be her. I ran into her on the way to Geography. We ducked off to a side hallway to talk. “Alison, I need to talk to you.” “I need to talk to you too. I don’t know how you feel, but I’m totally and completely in love with you. I’ve been wanting to end it with Brett for ages, but I didn’t know if you wanted me. And Friday was absolutely amazing, and I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me, like full time?” “Alison, I am so in love with you too! I can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t even want to have all those people that I do, it’s just the way that I’ve filled up the emptiness inside of me.” Amazingly, I was near tears as I made this speech, I guess, because I had finally told her the truth about how I felt. And that’s the story I wanted to relate to you today. Alison and I are now together, and it’s going to be our senior formal in a few nights time. We fuck like rabbits, and I’ve certainly reformed my nefarious ways, never needing anyone but her these days. I’ve never been happier, and I know we’re going to end up together. I love her, she loves me, and we’ve been together almost a year, and the sex is still mind blowing. What more could you ask for? The End Alison Alison tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for him to meet her at their agreed place. True enough, the time was just now 4:30p, but she expected punctuality with him as much as she did those who worked under her. After all, in her mind, that's exactly what this was: he was under her, to play by her rules. As a dominant, she expected no less, even in these outstanding circumstances. The "outstanding circumstances" were something that had occurred after numerous meetings with him in a chat room she frequented. The chat room itself was designed for dominants to talk to others like them, discuss submissives, trade tips and even sometimes the subs themselves. As had often occurred, Alison's last sub had broken far too easily for her tastes, been discarded, and Alison had gone to the chat room to find another one. One of the doms had once commented that she treated her subs like toys: to be used, then discarded once they quit being a source of amusement. Alison had laughed at this; after all, were submissives not just that, people who wanted to be treated like toys? She had been good to her past submissives, no one could ever accuse her otherwise. Alison had not used degrading terms such as "Slut" or "Whore" for her subs. Instead, she had always treated them like beloved pets, often naming them as one would a dog. One of her past favorites had even been called just that, "Puppy." This practice only made sense to her, as the submissives needed to be trained, as one trains a dog. Once trained to perfection, they were released. And perfection was what she demanded, in every aspect of her life, from both others and herself. Upon this visit to the chat room, however, something was different. After she had been there a few minutes, Alison noticed a new person, who was openly soliciting for a submissive. The members of the chat room had corrected him, telling him that this was a chat for dominants only. His reply had been a surprise: he was aware of this fact and was searching for a dominatrix to dominate. The others had laughed at him, but he kept returning, soliciting for a submissive, and finally issuing an open challenge: to any woman who would take up his challenge, he would try for a single night to dominate them. If he failed, he would submit to her, leaving no doubt that she was the more dominant person. However, if the woman lost, she would be his submissive for as long as he desired, and as such be subject to whatever he demanded. Not one to back down from a challenge, Alison had immediately agreed. Tonight was the agreed upon night. At 4:35p, Alison called for the check and prepared to leave. Already, he had lost by not showing up on time. I wait for no mere man, she thought to herself. Once the check was paid, Alison stood, garnering the attention of many around her, men and women alike. No wonder she thought laughingly. As a nonverbal show of dominance, Alison had worn her "power clothes": silk blouse, silk bra, short leather skirt, satin g-string and garter belt, silk fishnet stockings, and leather stiletto heels, all in stark, unadorned black. With her long mane of red hair and jade green eyes, she cut an impressive figure, especially for a woman. As she walked out of the open-air café, a somewhat short, smiling man stepped in her way. She simply moved to step around him, not prepared for what happened instead. Pain flared across her face as one of the man's hands lashed out, knocking her to the ground. "You were told to wait for me," a surprisingly deep voice said. "I will not tolerate disobedience." Instead of fear, anger seared through Alison's mind. "How dare you..." she started, only to be cut off by another blow across her face. Alison gave her attacker a withering stare. "I dare," he said, "because you agreed to let me attempt to dominate you. Do you let your unruly subs mouth off without punishment?" He had a point, unfortunately. Alison did indeed punish submissives for behaving the way she had. But was she going to admit it? Of course not, she thought, I am trying to retain my position as a dominant, and a dominant never admits to being in the wrong. "Please," the man sighed, "we've started off on the wrong foot. Let's start over. My name is Garren." "Fine by me," she said, wanting to rub her sore cheek, but refusing to show weakness. "I'm Alison." "You are much more beautiful than I imagined," he observed, cocking his head to the side. He held out a hand to help her up off the ground. "I'm afraid your fall tore your stockings." Brushing herself off, Alison saw what he meant. Indeed, her left stocking was torn across the thigh. He's sneaky though, she thought. He talks as though I simply tripped. Glancing around, Alison saw that all the other diners at the café had returned to their meals as though nothing had happened. Home turf, it seems, she noted mentally. "You really should take the stockings off," Garren said off-handedly. "It's rather tacky to wear them torn." As long as they were in public, she would play along, Alison decided. As coolly as she did everything else in her life, she simply removed her shoes, reached under her skirt far enough to reach the garters, unhooked her stockings, and took them off. Without so much as batting an eyelash, Alison put her heels back on, then turned to a nearby waiter. "These are ruined," she said authoritatively. "Please dispose of them for me." She took glee in the shocked look on the young boy's face. Apparently he had been watching the entire time. However, she was surprised to see an appreciative look on Garren's face. Score one for me, she thought, regaining a little of her edge. As a rule, Alison never showed approval of anything a submissive did. Approval leads to laziness. If a submissive thought that they weren't good enough, they would try harder to please. "I've had enough of this restaurant," Alison told her "date", taking charge. "Let's go somewhere a little less....crowded." Silently, Garren hailed a cab. As soon as the cab got moving, Garren once again took the lead. "Pull your skirt up so I can see your pussy." Alison laughed her refusal. It seemed that Garren let her refuse because he started to put his arm around her shoulders. Halfway across, however, he slid his hand into her hair, grabbing a fistful. He murmured, "I said to pull your skirt up," then pulled her hair tight in his fist, bringing tears to her eyes. Still, she refused. He pulled her hair harder. Alison was getting tired of this. If he thought he could dominate her through pain, he was dead wrong. All he was doing was making her angrier and angrier. Each time she denied his request, he pulled her hair harder and harder. Not only was she getting angry, she was getting a headache from the pain. Finally, Alison gave in, if only to alleviate the pain. However, she still had her underwear on, so he couldn't see her pussy. "I see you enjoyed having your hair pulled," he murmured in her ear. Confused, Alison looked down. To her astonishment, her thong was dark from moisture! What was going on? The cab finally stopped. Alison looked up to see an enormous house. Garren paid the driver and led her up to the door, which was opened by a middle-aged man. "You've returned early," the man said. "Things have progressed...differently...than expected," Garren replied. The man at the door gave Alison an appraising look. "Exquisite," was all he said to her. Well, of course, Alison thought to herself, There is no other way to be. As she was led through it, she observed the fine furnishings and hardwood floors of the house. While everything was sumptuous to say the least, the house was as spotless on the inside as it was on the outside. No lint on the upholstery, no odors of any sort in the air, and no dust on the woods that showed everywhere. As he should be. A person demanding enough to be a dominant should be demanding in all aspects of his life. Alison found herself building a grudging respect for the man. Finally, Garren opened a door with a sweeping flourish. "The Study," he told her, indicating that she go inside. As the two sat in a pair of antique chairs, Garren told the man who answered the door to bring "The usual." "Simon," he began with a wave to the retreating man, "Is a very essential part of my household. I regret that I do not have the time to run things as I wish I could, but Simon knows exactly what I want and acts in my stead in matters I cannot handle personally. Were he a woman, he would be the perfect submissive to me: does exactly what I want, exactly the way I want it, perfect every time." "I see," Alison replied, "but why are you telling me this?" "It establishes the difference between you and me," he told her, standing. "You see, I can tell that you are a dominant because you cannot stand things to be out of the order you have created. I can appreciate that, as I am the same way. However, you also do not trust other people to handle things for you. That is where we differ." Leaning forward, he stroked her hair. It took all her control not to flinch, remembering what happened in the taxi. "I bet that you never orgasm as hard with a sub as you do when you touch yourself," he murmured. "Because they can't do it right every time, the way you can." Resting his hands on her wrists, he began to nibble on her ear and neck. "I promise you that I can. I can make you want me so badly that you'll do whatever I tell you, just to feel me again." His kisses trailed down her collar and chest. Slowly, he raised her shirt and kissed her stomach, gently biting her navel and chuckling when she let a moan escape her lips. As he nipped and kissed her stomach, his hands trailed down her legs, until his weight was resting on her feet. "I'll give you a chance now: Call me master, and I will bring you that pleasure." By this point, his was kissing her knees and nuzzling the inside of her thighs. Alison found her head enough to realize what he was trying to do. "Do you really think," she gasped. "That I am so driven by pleasure that you can seduce me into agreeing with whatever you want? Fat chance." To both her dismay and satisfaction, Garren immediately stopped his ministrations and stood up. Realizing she must look a mess now, Alison began to stand so she could straighten herself out, but to her surprise, she was unable to get up. Looking down at her hands, she saw what she had been too far gone with desire to notice earlier: Garren had cuffed her to the chair! Not one to let anything get the upper hand of her, Alison studied the restraints for a moment, remarking, "Nice craftsmanship. Fleece lined leather, obviously top of the line. Hand-stitched...nice touch. I'd say...Ganzinni, four-hundred for the set?" Unfortunately, he was not one to be caught off guard either. "Actually, Padoi, three-fifty per pair. But good guess. I see you know your equipment. Ganzinni's work is good, but I wanted them fitted directly into the armrests." "Ahh," she replied, finding her bearings in all the banality. She tossed her head. So what if I'm cuffed to a chair and helpless? I don't have to act like it. And I can still get the upper hand here. Alison relaxed down in her seat, spreading her legs slightly, giving him a peek at her thong. In her most seductive voice, she told him, "You know, it's true what they say: the carpet matches the curtains." As if on cue, Simon came back carrying a covered platter, not reacting at all to what he saw before him. Apparently, this is the room where Garren did all his "breaking." Alison's suspicions were confirmed when the cover was taken off, revealing a small jar and a tangle of rags and black straps, not food or drink. "Thank you, Simon," he said with a nod, taking the tray. Simon turned on his heel, and walked out of the room. Garren took the platter to where Alison was, kneeling in front of her and setting it on the floor. Up close, she could see that the straps were actually a penis-gag, although the strips of fabric confused her. Also, there was a pair of scissors, and that mysterious jar. He assumed a position almost identical to the one he had been in before, nuzzling her thighs, stroking them lightly. He slowly slid his hands under her skirt, first removing her garter-belt, then pulling her thong down to her knees. He inhaled the scent of her sex and studied the thong for a moment. "I'm not surprised," he murmured, "that you would wear such expensive lingerie, and I promise I shall replace them, no matter how this turns out." For a moment, Alison was confused by this statement, not seeing his had reaching for the scissors. When he brought into her view, she almost shrieked, but restrained herself. Instead, she told him, "Those are..." He interrupted. "French, bought in Paris, at a very chic lingerie store, custom-made not doubt. I regret that I must do this, but I cannot risk you kicking me." With that, he proceeded to cut the offending underwear off her. "I will replace them," he assured her before returning to his mysterious task. He pushed her skirt up around her waist, exposing her flaming-red curls. Picking up two of the longest strips of fabric, he tied her knees to the legs of the chair, leaving her pussy open to him. Confusion flooded Alison's mind again as she felt herself getting aroused by this. The scent of her sex flooded her nose, only arousing her more. Without a word, Garren buried his face in her curls, first inhaling the scent, then barely tasting her dripping sex. "Ambrosia," he breathed against her. Despite her mind's resistance, Alison's body arched, seeking his mouth. Instead of giving her what she wanted, Garren picked up the penis-gag, gently rubbing against her swollen pussy, teasing her. Then, unexpectedly, he slowly pushed the four-inch cock into her, dragging a moan out of her parted lips. Almost tenderly, he began fucking her with it, building her arousal even more, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Giving in to her body's demands, she thrust back against it, trying futilely to rub it against her g-spot, but it just wasn't long enough. Suddenly, it was gone, leaving an empty, unsatisfied feeling. The smell of her sex became even stronger than before, and something moist touched her lips. Instinctively, she opened her mouth, allowing the object in. Her eyes jerked open as she realized it was the gag. Alison tried to spit it out, but it was too late: Garren had already fastened it around her head. " I thought I would be fair and give you a taste of yourself," he said, a glint of joy in his eyes. That old, familiar anger returned. She bit down on the gag, wishing it was attached to him. A scream of rage escaped her, muffled by the four-inch cock in her mouth. Ignoring her anger, Garren brushed a stray hair out of her face. "Here are the rules: You do not cum unless I tell you that you may. Do not drool around the gag. Do either, and I will strike you harder than I did at the restaurant, only I will not slap your face: I will hit either your pussy or your breasts. Screaming, however, is permitted, since it is muffled by the gag." Oh, I won't scream, Alison resolved, once again getting her traitorous body under control. I'm going to play along with your game just far enough to get free, and then I'm going to show you what a true dominant is. She gently sucked on the gag as the taste of her own cum mixed with her saliva, threatening to leak from her lips. Garren picked up the mystery jar, pretending to examine it. "You were right about one thing," he conceded, "the carpet does match the curtains, as you put it. However, I don't know if you've noticed, but I prefer hardwood floors." Okay, what the hell is he talking about, she thought, more confused than ever. "This," he told her with a nod to the jar, "is heat-free waxing compound." Realization sank in. It took all her control to choke back a scream. She wanted more than anything say "You are one sick son of a bitch." Meticulously, he spread the viscous green substance across the top of her curls, pressing a strip of fabric evenly across it. A whimper of pain escaped as he ripped the strip of fabric off, taking the hair with it. After the fourth strip, tears were flowing freely down her face. The pain distracted her so much that she forgot to suck on the gag and a thin stream of saliva escaped. A different kind of pain flared as Garren, true to his word, hit her hard on her now-exposed clit. "I told you not to drool!" he reprimanded before continuing with his torture. As the anger flared again, Alison reminded herself that the only way he would let her free was if he thought she was broken, so she had to play along. She started sucking on the gag again. After what seemed like an eternity, Garren stopped and observed his work. "Poor, poor Alison," he said. "I've hurt you so much. But, look, what is this?" He touched her ravaged and red pussy, bringing away a wet finger. "It seems that you actually enjoyed that somewhat. Either that, or you got distracted sucking on the cock in that beautiful mouth of yours. Well, since I'm the one who hurt you, I'll kiss the boo-boo." Very gently, Garren kissed Alison's now-smooth cleft. Darting his tongue out, he carefully probed her dripping pussy, causing a moan to escape her lips. Slowly, he lapped the honey from her cunt, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper inside her until he was fucking her with his tongue as he had the gag earlier. Not having to pretend to enjoy it, Alison arched against him, encouraging him, wishing it was a dick inside her, filling her more. Garren's hands came up to hold down Alison's bucking hips. He lifted his face enough to look her in the eyes: a primal look, full of nothing but lust. As meticulously as he did everything else, he unbuttoned her blouse, exposing the black demi-bra that served up her breasts as thought they were on a platter. He deftly undid the front clasp, finally exposing her swollen breasts and taut nipples. After stroking each breast with his fingers, Garren placed his hands on her hips again and bent his head. This time, he was laving her swollen clit with long, loving strokes, driving her out of her mind. With each stroke, Alison thought she was going to cum, though she tried as hard as she could not to. She no longer had to remind herself to suck on the gag: now, she was getting frustrated that it wasn't a real cock, to cum in her mouth. God, he's good at this, was the only thought to cross her mind as she had to try harder and harder not to cum all over his face. Just as she thought she would have to give in and take the risk of being hit on her now more sensitive clit, Garren stopped. "You have a very high threshold," he told her, still between her knees. "Most women have cum by now and had to be punished. As a reward, I will allow you to request any one thing." With that, he removed her gag, then began fondling her breasts. "Mmmm, a handful each." Carefully, he teased her breasts with his tongue, running the tip around her breast in tightening circles until he was teasing the edge of Alison's tight nipple. Instead of taking the bud into his mouth however, he placed his mouth over it, and without touching her, slowly breathed on first one, then the other. "Please, Garren," she gasped, barely thinking now. "AAAH!" The last became a scream; he had continued devouring her breasts, and had torn a scream from her as he plunged a finger into her. Alison had to try hard to think as he kept up this double attack on her. Finally, she said, "Stop! Please stop! I can't take anymore without release, no matter how hard I try. Let me suck on you, give you pleasure, give you the orgasm I am not permitted!" With a chuckle, Garren ended his dual attack on her. "For a dom, you beg well." He stood up, stepped behind her, and began to tip the chair back to lie on the floor, so that Alison was facing the ceiling, her bare breasts exposed. Once she was lying down, he straddled her chest, removed his belt, unbuttoned his slacks, and released his cock, which didn't fall very far forward. Apparently, he's enjoying this as much as I am, if not more, Alison thought. Alison Both characters are 18. Enjoy :) So far it was another ordinary day at school, but things were soon about to change. I was sitting at my table in ceramics drawing little designs on my vase when I noticed Alison staring right at me from across the room, a cute little smirk forming on her face. Alison was 5' 9", slim, and drop dead gorgeous; she had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, long perfectly toned legs, shapely hips and a set of 34Cs to die for! We always teased each other during and outside of class. After being great friends for years, I had finally worked up the courage to take her out to dinner the other night. We had fun the whole time, ending with a short kiss by her front door. Cliché I know but hey it's how it went down. Walking up to my table me she asked in a calm tone of voice, "Hey...the teacher asked me to go in the back room to get something but...I need some help...It's kinda heavy." Setting down my pick I replied, "Sure Alison...not a problem." I couldn't help but catch the little smirk form on her face as I followed her into the back room. I wondered what it was she really wanted, as something seemed fishy. As I entered the room, Alison came in behind me and shut the door. "So what is it that you wanted me to...."? I was cut off by Alison 's mouth as we met for a slow and passionate kiss. Her tongue quickly found mine and started dancing around in my mouth. Breaking the kiss, Alison stared into my eyes with a smile that lit up her pretty face. I stammered, "God Alison...what was that for?" "Just something I've been dying to do all day! And I bet you have too...haven't you?" Alison asked before she began to slowly kiss my neck and shoulders. I groaned as I felt her hot breath tickling my skin, her hands caressing my back through my shirt and her breasts crushing into my chest. "Oh god Alison...I've been thinking about you and the night we had together all day." I whispered as she pressed her nipples into my chest, my whole body tingling as she continued to slowly and lovingly kiss my neck. Needing more, I wrapped my hand behind Alison's head and our eyes met as we stood face to face with each other. As our lips met again, we kissed as our hands began to pull at each other's clothes. As our kiss continued, Alison reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head, briefly stopping the kiss as she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it aside as she brought her lips back to mine. Her hands now pulling at my shirt, I did the same as she did, briefly breaking the kiss as I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it to the side. As our kiss continued we unbuckled and unsnapped each other's belts and jeans, letting them fall to the floor before kicking them aside. Breaking the kiss, we both stood facing each other in nothing but our underwear. Alison giggled as she noticed my eyes traveling up and down her body, clothed only in white lingerie. Her eyes locked onto my swelling cock, quickly forming a tent in my boxers. Her body was so perfect, from the smooth skin of her long and toned legs, to the perfect curves of her hips leading up to her perfectly formed tits. As my eyes reached her beautiful face, her pretty brown eyes locked onto mine. Alison smiled and whispered, "Time for us to have a little fun..." Placing her hand on my chest, she pushed me back onto a chair and wrapped her hands around my back as I wrapped mine around hers. My hands slowly traveled up the smooth skin of her back as she lightly kissed my collarbone. "oohhh yessss..." Alison hissed as I brought my hands up to the clasp of her bra. I quickly undid it as she released her hold on my back, letting it fall from her chest down the floor below us. I gasped at the sight of her perfect tits hanging free. I leaned forward, once again wrapping my arms around her as I gently kissed the soft skin of her bare shoulders and neck. I broke the kiss as Alison stepped back from me, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. Alison ginned deviously as she slid her panties down her long, smooth legs to her knees before releasing them, letting them fall to her feet before kicking them to the side. I couldn't help but return her devious grin as I looked over her perfect body. It was a dream come true seeing Alison standing before me completely naked, her breasts heaving with every breath, her soft and toned legs pressed together, with just a small tuft of brown hair between them. Alison walked sexily over to me, her hips swaying with each step. Sitting on my thighs, she wrapped her hands around my neck and leaned down into my shoulder as we both began kissing each other's neck and shoulder. My caressing hands soon traveled from her back to her chest as our lips locked in a passionate kiss. I began to lovingly caress and cup her soft breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. Alison brought her hand to my face and slowly caressed my cheek as we kissed more passionately. As I brought one of my hands down towards her pussy, she moaned into my mouth and stood up, denying my hand access. Seeing her stand before me, I was confused by her sudden rejection. Seeing the conflict in my eyes, she smiled and giggled, "Hehehe oh come on...we both know I want more than your hand down there!" Quickly returning to her position, her legs straddled my thighs and her cunt hovered over the tent in my boxers. Reaching down to my waist, she pulled them down towards my knees and I used my legs to push them down. It was perfect timing, as I was able to kick them off just as Alison lowered herself into my throbbing cock. "Ohhhhh goddddd fuck!" Alison cried out as my cock slid balls deep into her tight cunt. Alison slowly began to push her hips back and forth, letting my cock slide in and out of her pussy. "Oh shit Alison! This feels so fucking good!" I shouted out as I felt Alison 's hot, wet, tight, silky smooth pussy gripping my cock as she began to ride me in a faster and faster pace. As Alison rode my cock harder and harder, she pressed her tits into my face, I could feel her breasts, nipples, and soft brown hair tickling me as she cried out with pleasure. I couldn't believe how good her pussy felt around my cock, it was like a vise, squeezing my cock closer and closer to orgasm. Pulling back from me, she leaned back and stared down at my cock as it thrusted in and out of her cunt. Her eyes darting back to mine, she smiled and cried out, "Ohhhh god! Were finally fucking! Oh my god yes! Feels so fucking good!" Wrapping her hands around my neck our lips met again for another hot passionate kiss. Alison screamed into my mouth as her orgasm hit, her cunt squeezing the hell out of my cock as she rode out her orgasm. Pulling back from me, she threw her head back then forward, her face meeting mine as she slowly ground her pussy into my cock. I stared back at Alison's face, as she met mine, she looked so sexy with her hair tossed everywhere. It was then I realized just how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. As our eyes met, Alison smiled and brought her hand to my cheek, lovingly caressing my face. It was then that it hit me. I was finally fucking Alison! The girl of my dreams! I grabbed her hips as she began to grind her pussy harder and harder into my cock. "Oh fuck...Alison...I gotta pull out...I'm gonna cum!" "NO! Don't pull out! Cum in me...it's ok..." Alison gasped "Are you on the pill?!" I moaned "NO! And I don't care! Just fucking cum inside me!" Alison screamed As I stared deep into Alison's soft brown eyes she dropped herself onto my cock, its head kissing the opening to her cervix. I groaned as I felt my balls tighten and a massive load of sperm shoot out of my cock deep inside her hot cunt. Alison shuddered with pleasure as she felt my cock fill her with my hot, white, sticky cum. Our lips met again and we kissed passionately as I moaned into her mouth feeling my cock shoot several more long ropes of life giving sperm deep inside her fertile, unprotected womb. Both of us panting with exhaustion and release, Alison collapsed onto me, both of us grinning with happiness as we snuggled into each other's bodies. As I pulled her hair back from her face, she smiled at me and gave me a cute peck on the lips before closing her eyes and happily resting her head on my shoulder. "God I love you so much..." Alison whispered as she lightly kissed my neck and ear. "I love you too Alison...now and forever." I managed to pant as my lungs worked overtime from my exertion. Rubbing her hands up and down my chest Alison smiled and said, "Glad to hear it...but we better get dressed and get out of here before the teacher comes looking for us...be a little hard to explain this." We both quickly dressed with a few playful kisses and touches. As I sat down at my table I looked over at Alison as she walked back to her table. Alison smiled back at my gaze and I realized my life had changed, but definitely for the better.