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Fake It to Make It Ch. 01

By: JLCC



Before the story begins, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.

*****

Looking beyond the narrative came easily to Dave Hunter. As an associate professor, he had researched many topics. His papers were somewhat provocative but well received and largely irrefutable. He was lucky to work in a school that actually embraced freedom of thought and speech. Despite the occasional controversy, he was well-respected amongst the administration and his peers.

He prided himself on knowledge and wisdom had a well-established career and was making a good life for himself, but he was still frustrated by his personal life. He had not had a decent relationship in two years and no dates in the last three months.

It bothered him that despite his good and caring attitude towards women, he was generally dismissed. He was just being himself and trying to give women what they said they wanted but often after the first date, the responses would stop.

Research was a part of his toolbox so he decided to act. It was summer vacation and he had time to dally in this.

At the school library, all the relationship books said the same things.

"Compliment her."

"Be yourself."

"Treat her with respect."

He knew all that. What had it yielded? Nothing. It really hadn't said anything more than what every woman's profile on Match.com said.

Google was his next stop. He typed in "what do women want from men" which returned twenty million results. He ignored The Huffington Post, sure it would be the same old crap over again. Semi-scientific websites were offering advice based on monkeys but that just seemed wrong, though discussions of evolutionary psychology piqued his interest.

Several pages in, he started seeing a lot of blogs on WordPress and BlogSpot. He almost didn't bother since just anyone could be writing these but one attracted his eye: "How to Get and Keep Your Next Girlfriend".

In some ways, it seemed the same. He was admonished to dress well, look after himself, be in shape. All of that stuff made sense. But he was horrified at some of the other suggestions as he read further. Ignore her, tease her, don't let her think you're all into her, be direct and direct the relationship, tell her what to do; don't ask.

All this went against everything he had been taught by his mom, his girl-friends, and magazines. One little snippet stuck out though: women know what they want from a man to whom they are already attracted, but are not willing to admit what they are attracted to.

"That kind of makes sense," he thought as he continued reading. He knew very well that much of this could be made up, but a lot of it was corroborated by some of the less practical scientific articles he read, not to mention his own observations of women he knew. How many complained about their recent acquisitions, despite the fact that they got in with them in the first place, virtually ignoring Dave or men like Dave?

Over the next few weeks, he devoured this plebeian advice, unable to turn from it. Heartiste was his favourite. The guy seemed like a self-absorbed dick but was shockingly entertaining in his evisceration of contemporary ideologies.

And the ideas worked. Being the scientist he liked to think he was, Dave put some of the concepts to the test.

The girl at the grocery checkout.

She was very pretty, if a little young for him. She had dismissed his compliments before, but now he turned it around a bit. Instead of telling her she was pretty, he commented on the brooch she wore on her apron. She actually engaged him, telling the story of how she got it from her grandmother.

The woman at the gym

Trying to maintain disinterest was hard when Dave found himself staring at a luscious blonde working out on the nautilus. She stopped and commented, "Funny. I thought you were gay."

"Me? Yeah. You remind me of a former boyfriend."

Her indignation faded when he followed with, "Actually, your biceps look remarkably soft for the weight you're pulling."

They were baby steps to be sure, but he found himself getting progressively more confident with women. In some circumstances, he noticed them moving closer to him as they talked.

Despite his moderate success, Dave was still unsure. It was near the end of summer and he would have a little less time for his new studies in just a couple of weeks. Deciding to go all out, he and a buddy went to a busy pub on a Friday night. The place was packed with a touring bar band finishing the last two songs of their first set. Dave and Jim hadn't been served by the time of the break so they headed to the bar.

Three girls were standing at a table, nursing drinks and laughing a bit.

He approached them. "You girls seem like the life of the party." He surveyed the group as he made the statement. All of them were cute but the blonde seemed a little too made-up. Of the two brunettes, one seemed just right if only because she'd be shorter than him.

"Really?" they beamed.

"I'm just kidding. You all look bored. It's a good band. You should loosen up."

"Aren't you a little old for this place?" sniped the blonde.

"Not as old as that purse, but it still looks good on you," he winked.

"Hey! This is brand new!" she pouted.

"It's okay sweetie. You and your mom have good taste." A quick glance showed the brunettes were amused at both the teasing and the blonde's manufactured affront, hinting that it was working for him. By that time, Jim had come back with their beers.

"You didn't bring us any?" Dave's target lamented.

Dave took a swig of his beer, then offered, "Have some of mine."

And so it went for the next hour or so. Despite his occasional reservations, Dave kept up with this new concept. He took his favoured brunette to the dance floor and things got pretty hot, ending with them making out in the corner for a while. This girl was hot, grinding into him while they fucked each other's mouths, welcoming his hand up her skirt and revealing very skimpy panties. He imagined her in some slutty get up, worshipping his cock and giving herself up to him for a wild fuck. 

Ultimate success still eluded him. Two of the girls worked in the morning and they decided to call it a night at about 11:00. Dave did get Cheryl's phone number and he figured he'd call her sometime next week. For the rest of the evening, the newly-dynamic duo worked their developing prowess, finding it easier to engage with hotties who just a few months ago seemed untouchable.

There were just three weeks to go before the semester started when Dave got a call from the program head at the College. Jerry Williams and Dave got along pretty well and it wasn't a big surprise, but his reason for calling didn't please Dave at first.

"Hey Dave! How are you enjoying summer?" Jerry led with small talk.

"It's been great. Got away for a bit and have been working on some personal research. How about you?" Dave replied.

"Well, doing some work around the house for the first while and looking forward to getting away with the family for a couple weeks before school starts. Which brings me to a request. I need your help."

This wasn't out of the ordinary so Dave played along. "What's up?"

"You know Fulton Academy, right?"

"Of course, the private prep school affiliated with our college," Dave affirmed, now a little wary.

"Well, one of the science instructors there just had a car accident. She's going to be alright but will be out of commission for the semester while she recuperates. I know this is irregular, but the dean there asked us for help with a substitute and I thought of you. This would go a long way towards securing your tenure when the time comes, and I wanted to give you first crack," Jerry pitched. "I need to clear this up before I go away and it would mean a lot to me if you'd consider it. We can easily cover your responsibilities at the college."

Dave hesitated and Jerry continued. "You'll still be on our staff, just loaned out. No changes to your compensation or anything. I've already got the dean on board to ensure a glowing recommendation."

To be fair to Jerry, Dave was already on the other side of the fence. The college had been a bit boring and he felt like a little change might be inspiring.

"What the hell. Sure, I'll do it," Dave gave in, making it clear that this was a BIG favour.

"Oh man. You're a lifesaver! I'll send over some info, the syllabus and timetable, and some forms you'll need to fill out. My assistant will be able to give you some background you'll find helpful. You should schedule an appointment with her. I'll be in touch to see how things are going for you," Jerry concluded.

"Yeah, sounds good Jerry. Have a great vacation."

"Enjoy the rest of the summer. And, uh, enjoy the scenery at Fulton. Ciao!" Jerry hung up.

Scenery. That sounded promising.

Cheryl was indeed hot for Dave. It was easy getting a date and Dave moved things along to the satisfactory conclusion of getting her back to his house. But despite her early enthusiasm, she was very reserved in bed. When she balked at sucking his cock after eating her to an orgasm, Dave was annoyed. They had what turned into a bland, disinterested fuck on his part, at which point Dave resolved not to call her again.

After getting the package from Jerry, Dave spent a lot of time over the next two weeks prepping. Looking the syllabus and curriculum over, he knew it would be a cakewalk but he wanted to be comfortable with the lines he would be colouring between. And yes, the crayon analogy was a perfect fit, he chuckled.

"Damned good thing this is a favour that I can call in," he muttered to himself.

On the first day of school in September, Dave was well-prepared. A little anxiety made it a bit hard to sleep and he was up early. After getting ready, he decided to stop at the coffee shop near campus. He certainly wasn't the only one; the place was busy. He recognized the uniform that Fulton students wore on about 10 people in the shop. But one made him stop short. She caught his gaze upon her, locked appraising eyes with him, and licked her lips.

Steve was shocked out of his daydream. She hadn't licked her lips. She stuck her tongue out at him, and turned back to her friend at the table and giggled.

Despite her impudence, Sonia Chase was very pleasantly attractive. Her long, dark hair hung smoothly over her shoulders. She had a youthful exuberance with her friend who seemed to be a couple of years younger. Even in flat shoes, her shapely calves provided some of the inspiration he was looking for at Fulton, albeit non-academic. Her breasts pressed against her blouse, not too tightly but enough to suggest the deep cleavage he hoped she'd reveal.

It took a moment for Dave to recover from the insult - was it an insult? - and think a bit about how he should deal with it. His mind was completely immersed in his predicament as he ordered and paid for his coffee. This was a test and he wasn't going to let his summer research go to waste. Going through an inventory of his strategies, he first attempted to size up his adversary. "Adversary" was the right word, as opposed to "prey"; as far as he was concerned, she was just one student among many.

Right or wrong, the assessment came in a flash. She looked a little older than most, probably finally cajoled into "doing something with her life" by her parents. That meant she'd maybe been running a little wild and aimlessly since high school. She might be a bit spoiled then, since the school wasn't cheap and her parents would need some means. She hadn't made too many modifications to her uniform so either she was new or not overly rebellious. But then again, there was the childish tongue greeting she gave him.

Dave decided on his approach, a little authority game. "Good morning, girls. I'm Dave Hunter, science faculty. All ready for the school year?"

Sonia's face dropped. She had just insulted an instructor.

"Ummm, hello Mr. Hunter. I'm Sonia Chase and this is Carol Miller," Sonia reluctantly revealed.

"Miss Miller, Miss Chase." Turning to stare directly at Sonia he said, "I am new at the school. I don't even know if they offer refreshers in manners there," he said with a boyish smirk. Sonia blushed and turned slightly.

"It's okay, I'm just kidding," he continued, still smiling. "I hope you both have a good school year. I don't want to see you in the dean's office too much."

Dave left the two girls just a bit flustered at his forthrightness. As he walked out the door, the two girls erupted in giggles.

"Oh my god! He's a teacher, you bonehead! Be careful who you stick your tongue out at around here! I hope he doesn't make life difficult," Carol chided her friend.

"I don't think he took it too seriously. Plus, really, what could he do?" Sonia responded.

"Maybe spank your little ass if you're not careful, chicklet! You like older guys anyway, dontcha, huh?"

"Shut! Up! What do you know?" Sonia taunted indignantly.

"He is kinda hot, though. And I haven't been spanked in a long time. SONIA! Shut up!" Sonia's inner dialog prodded her.

"Hey, we gotta go Miss Spankypants," Carol encouraged her friend.

Sonia tossed her head back in mock ignorance, stood up with her purse and gave herself a light slap on the butt to tease her friend.

"Attagirl," Carol winked back.

Two days into the semester, Sonia had a physics class. Having forgotten all about the details of the earlier encounter, she stopped dead in her tracks when she walked into the lecture room. There, with a bemused smirk on his face, was Mr. Hunter. She fumbled a bit as her books slipped in her hands.

"Perhaps you should take a seat. Miss Chase, was it?"

Did she detect mockery in his voice?

"Yes, Mr. Hunter. Sir." She had no choice but to retort somehow.

"Good god. What an ass!" Dave thought as she turned to walk from him.

She made her way to her seat, removing her light coat and maintaining Mr. Hunter's eye contact. It felt as though her psyche was being playfully examined.

Mr. Hunter was a remarkably engaging instructor. Sonia wondered if Fulton was just a pit stop for him because his knowledge seemed way beyond the course curriculum. In fact, she deliberately tested the limits of his knowledge with her own. Sonia was almost an honor student, but the sciences were her absolute best subjects. Even though she had been out of high school for two years, she kept up on current scientific events. By the time class ended that day, they were mutually impressed with each other academically.

Over the next few classes, Sonia started becoming more excited about the physics lectures. She was learning a good deal, for one. Second, she had come to like Mr. Hunter a lot, and on top of that, started having vague fantasies about him. He had an amazing way of almost dismissing her, which was infuriating, but still conveying attraction that seemed to envelop her, keeping her on the hook.

She found herself wanting to conduct her own experiments to determine the depths of this attraction. She kept it simple at first, wearing higher heeled shoes and leaving an extra button undone on her blouse. Then, she shortened her skirt. She was enjoying the success of these subtle changes, catching his glance lingering. He was amazingly candid about it. When she would coyly turn her head to try and catch him ogling her in the hall, his eyes would lift at the movement and their gaze would simply lock, a very slight grin on his face. One time, in a twist on their first meeting, he stuck his tongue out at her when their eyes met. She immediately walked in his direction.

"The Manners class is after school. I hope you signed up, Mr. Hunter," she declared as she sailed past, leaving Dave almost laughing.

The change in Sonia was not lost on other students. Some of the male students started orbiting her almost pathetically. Sonia recognized, maybe subconsciously, that the overt attention meant nothing to her. She let it carry on because sometimes it felt good, but Mr. Hunter's aloofness was driving her nuts.

Because Dave was enjoying this cakewalk assignment, the professorial equivalent of basket-weaving, he had continued delving into his personal research. It was paying off for him with greater confidence and a growing understanding of his own sexual expression. He had met a lot of women and had some bedroom success with two. The first one never responded to him afterward, so he wrote her off. The second one, however, was the one who raised his own awareness and showed him another weakness in how he went about relating to the opposite sex.

He met Vanessa in a coffee lineup. Dave chatted her up while they stood in line and they sat and talked for a bit after ordering. He got her number and told her to meet him at the Cat and Skinner Pub that night at 8:00. He was inspired and emboldened.

"Dress hot," he texted her.

Did she ever. Vanessa was waiting in the lobby of the pub wearing a form-fitting deep purple tube dress, and her curves were heart-stopping. She finished the look with sheer, almost black hose and 4" patent pumps. It seemed like shooting fish in a barrel, Dave thought.

They had some good laughs and Dave maintained his cool, but kept things moving forward with humour, innuendo, and some strategic touching. He invited her to his place and she readily accepted.

They sat, enjoying some wine, and were soon casually making out on the couch. But Dave's friend for the evening started pulling back.

She looked in his eyes and playfully asked, "Where's the guy who picked me up this afternoon?"

Dave didn't understand and gave her a confused look.

"Honey, you came on like a fireball, at least compared to most guys. I thought you knew what you wanted and that continued at the pub. But now you have me, and you're behaving like a schlub. An attractive one, to be sure, but a schlub nonetheless.

"I hate doing this, because when a girl wants to be taken, she doesn't want to have to say so.

"Take me," she directed.

"Aaaahhhh fuck! How do I recover from something like that?" he thought. Thinking quickly, he got up and stood between her legs. First, he pulled down the top of her dress, taking her strapless bra with it and revealing her tits. She giggled. Then, pulling her to him in tightly, he reached his hands under her ass and lifted her up to his waist, where she wrapped her legs around him.

"Thank GOD she's not big," Dave muttered to himself as he hefted her up.

He walked her over to the nearest wall, pressing her up against it, which freed his hands. He began hungrily kissing her while he his hands roamed what he could reach of her body, eventually sliding his hands up her legs to find her hosiery was stay-up stockings.

"Now lover, is it clear I wanted and planned to be taken?" she teased as she noted his pleasure at the discovery of her stockings.

Burying his fingers deep in her ass cheeks, he found a whisper of panties on her. He could just tease her pussy lips as he devoured her mouth, mashing her against the wall. She began grinding against him, feeling her arousal begin to blossom.

He pulled back a bit and whispered, "Let's go to my bedroom."

Punctuating her statement with a couple of grinds, Vanessa responded, "That sounds too much like a question. Just DO!"

He carried her like that, wrapped around his waist, and dropped her on the bed. Leaning into her, he pulled her dress down further to hungrily assault her very sweet tits. She hooked her heels behind him, pulling him in tighter. He first teased her nipples with his tongue, then sucked deeply, finally grazing them with his teeth. Vanessa was writhing beneath him, releasing an occasional gasp.


Fake It to Make It Ch. 01



"Everything okay?" he asked.

"MORE!" Vanessa pleaded.

Pulling her nipple into his mouth with his teeth, he continued sucking. She rewarded him with howls of pleasure as he bit down harder each time.

I think I'm getting the hang of this. 

He backed off, standing over her. She was a slutty mess with her hair all over the place, dress pulled down and up and bunched around her waist, stockinged legs splayed wide. Looking intently at her, he growled.

"Crawl to me. Take out my cock and suck it."

Vanessa knew how to put on a show. She rolled over on her stomach and raised her ass in the air, like a kitten stretching. She pushed down against her parted legs, before rising up and crawling around to him. She was deft, undoing his pants and pushing them down to his knees. Grasping his dick at the base and bringing it teasingly to her mouth, Vanessa toyed with him.

"Is this what you want?"

"Yes."

"Make me give you what you want."

He gripped her hand, extending his cock to her lips and thrust, forcing her lips and teeth open. Vanessa ravenously engulfed his shaft, as he force-fed her. He backed off a bit and let her jack the base while she bobbed on the first three inches.

Backing off again, he ordered, "Give me your ass."

Vanessa was shocked. Had she created a monster? But still, caught up in the moment, she eagerly turned herself around with her knees on the edge of the bed and crouched down.

Dave was in a struggle with his own will now. He wanted to worship this goddess before him. This was by far the sexiest woman he had ever been with in any way. As she turned her ass towards him, he almost came at the vision she presented. Her dress was nothing more than a sash around her waist, her deliciously fuckable tits grazing the bed spread. Her fine quality stockings allowed the skin of her legs to glow and, damn, if there wasn't something about a nearly naked woman in her high heels.

It was a shock to her when Dave got on his knees and thrust his tongue against the fabric covering her pussy. If he managed to contain himself at how she looked, Vanessa was testing his resolve as she parted her legs to receive his mouth. Her engorged and pouty labia engulfed her g-string, her lips lewdly and invitingly hanging down, begging to be sucked. Fuck her? He wanted to worship her. Instead, he focused and yanked her panties across her ass and smothered himself in her fragrance and dripping moistness.

After letting out a pleased moan, the confused Vanessa confessed, "I thought you were gonna fuck my ass."

Vanessa was conflicted. Dave was more than satisfying her. She might even like to fuck him again. But that was part of the problem. She wanted to be fucked. It wasn't even that she wanted him to take her in the ass, though she did enjoy it. She longed for the dominance of a strong man. She could see that he was taking what he wanted right now. Because it was at her direction, though, she couldn't help but wonder if he was holding back.

"Ah well, let's make the best of it," Vanessa concluded to herself.

"Maybe. If you're a bad girl," Dave toyed, between mouthfuls of her sweet, smooth, snatch.

With his hands on the small of her back, Dave forcefully pulled the crouching Vanessa into his face. Vanessa thrust back into him, her cheek pressed into the bed covers that her hands were clutching tightly.

"Fuck Dave! Gaaaawwwwd!"

Vanessa was squirming and bucking against him, spurred on by the glances of his nose against her anus.

"Fuck me! I'm gonna cum!" she pleaded.

Dave was swift and accurate with his lance. Standing quickly, he immediately filled her steaming, orgasm-tightened pussy. Gripping her dress as a harness, he violently pounded her through her bliss until she went limp, suspended only by his grip.

"You look pretty damned good, fucking me like that," Vanessa said, surprising Dave.

He looked over to see them fully displayed as a side view in his dresser mirror.

"Damn! That is hot!"

Taking advantage of this new opportunity and his near fetish for hosiery, he released her dress and gripped her ankles. Leaning back gave him a whole new sensation from her pussy. Enjoying the view, he finally erupted into Vanessa with deliberate forceful thrusts, grunting and crying out his pleasure. This was the absolute sluttiest, most erotic encounter he'd ever had and the evidence was the feel of his load spilling out of her pussy as his pounding slowed.

Both breathing hard, he flopped on the bed beside Vanessa. They enjoyed some kisses before Vanessa declared, "You're not done with me yet, y'know. I think I've been a bad girl with you and you need to do something about it."



Fake It to Make It Ch. 02



As I continue, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.

*****

Dave and Vanessa met again a week later at Dave's invitation, this time for lunch during a break at school. She came to his classroom just as it was letting out. She stood outside as the students filed out and when the last one was gone, she made her way into the room. Sonia was bent over Dave's desk, as he was explaining something, presumably about that day's lecture. 

"My goodness, she's a cutie," Vanessa thought. "This might make things a bit easier. But I think I'm gonna have some fun."

"Darling, are you ready for lunch?" she called out, surprising Dave and Sonia.

Dave was a bit shocked. He had no claim on either woman, nor vice versa, but still, having two women he was attracted to coming face to face was unnerving for him.

Sonia felt her heart sink. "Girlfriend? Wife?" she thought as a bit of anger and jealousy started to form.

"We have to get going. I have plans for the night so I can't stay late at work," Vanessa continued, laying a bit of groundwork for the lunch discussion.

Dave got it together enough to introduce the two: Sonia as his student of course, Vanessa as his friend.

"Pleased to meet you, Sonia. No wonder I have such a hard time trying to get him away from the school," she stated with an exaggerated but sincere leer of appraisal of Sonia.

"Pleased to meet you, Vanessa," Sonia greeted, relieved that maybe this Vanessa woman wasn't serious competition. Still, Sonia left a little dejected - or was that rejected? 

Vanessa and Dave made their way to a nearby café, passing Sonia in the hall as they left the school. It wasn't lost on Sonia that they didn't touch in any way.

Dave and Vanessa chatted a bit until their food arrived. Then Vanessa dropped the bomb. "We have to talk," she stated, those four words settling like lead in Dave's stomach.

"Yes, I know you might not like it. Then again, this is only the second time we've seen each other. Anyhow, let me cut to the chase: I won't be going out with you again."

Dave tried to be anything but crest-fallen.

Vanessa continued, "I won't go on about being friends, not that I wouldn't like to be. But it would only work if we started that way."

Dave consulted his bag of tricks and replied, "You know, I wanted to talk to you about that too." However, his expression belied his feigned disinterest.

Vanessa chuckled. "Dave, I can see we are from the same school. I am just a few grades ahead of you, that's all. I had great fun with you, but I am not in this to be a leader. You well and properly treated me like a whore, but only after I told you to. I really think you'd have a hard time handling me, and honestly? I would much rather keep the fond memories of you than go down some path we might regret. Does that make sense?"

Dave knew better than to plead; that would only justify her position. He responded only with, "That's exactly what I was thinking. Maybe we're just a bit different."

Vanessa understood exactly what Dave was trying to accomplish and it would be easy to dismiss him. But somehow, despite their impending parting, she felt a kinship with this man so she decided to continue.

"See, right there. 'That's exactly what I was thinking': you know how to keep something like this in your control. I like that. And maybe in a couple of years, we might meet again and you will own me. I think you can."

Dave didn't know exactly how to take that. It seemed back-handed.

"I'm really serious Dave. It sounds silly, but you've got a lot going on and I would only ever be satisfied with you as a lover, just not right now."

Shifting her approach, she got onto her next topic. "Now, as far as lovers go, what's with you and that sweet l'il thing in the classroom?" she leaned in conspiratorially.

"She has nothing to do with this. She's a student," said Dave, holding back the urge to snap back at Vanessa.

"Ease up, Tiger. I am not just trying to let you down easy and move you along. That girl has the hots for you. I could see it in her movement and behavior. And have you noticed her skirt? It's a lot shorter than the other girls' in the class. You want my opinion? She would submit to you in a minute, if you guide her there. That was me not very long ago."

Dave looked astonished, stating wryly, "Really."

"Look hon, I was serious about a couple of years from now, if the stars align. This girl could be an excellent teaching aid, if you play your cards right. Come to think of it, she could spoil my future chances. Whatever, let's not worry about what if's and maybes. Just know that I didn't play that encounter in the classroom for my benefit. She's going to be squirming about you just a little more. Girls just love to know that other women dig their man."

Lunch was done and Dave and Vanessa parted with a kiss. Dave held her figure in his gaze as she walked away.

"Damn. Seams," he complained as he focused on her stockinged legs.

It was late November and the semester was winding down as final exams were upon the students. By this time, most had figured out that there was a difference between high school and Fulton and they were buckling down pretty well.

Except Sonia. She was taking liberties in class, always attracting a group of young men and holding things up by having to disperse that crowd before class could begin. And Vanessa was right; her skirt was very short. Nothing was revealed other than her delicious, creamy thighs above her knees...

"Dave! Get a grip!" he reprimanded himself.

It was apparent that despite Sonia being the center of attention, she was constantly seeking Dave's attention as she shooed the orbiters away. Vanessa was a wily woman and Dave was grateful for her wisdom.

Today, Sonia was late to class for the second time in as many weeks.

"Miss Chase, see me after class," he directed as she made her way into the room.

"Yes, Mr. Hunter," she responded a bit sheepishly.

After an uneventful lecture, Sonia approached his desk.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Hunter?" she asked nervously. Meeting his eyes, she held his gaze hesitantly, not sure if she had gone too far and pushed him towards anger.

Dave was surprised at her reaction to how she presented herself to him. Despite her anxiousness, her eyes were bright, and she maintained that demure appeal her recalled from the coffee shop. 

"Yes, Miss Chase," Dave said sternly. "You're a very bright girl and you'll have no problem passing this course. You don't seem to understand, though, that there are other important lessons outside of what I teach here."

She hoped she knew where this was going. "He's noticed," she said to herself.

"Maybe you think that just because you're smart, that you can get away with anything. But I am not going to tolerate it in my class," Dave said.

Inspired by Vanessa's statement about "owning", Dave continued. "In this class, you are MY student. And I expect MY student to behave with respect for this class and the school," he reprimanded, attempting to deliver another message to her with a smoldering near-leer. 

"Oh my god. 'MY' sounded so hot coming from him," she confessed, blushing.

"Really? He said that?" Carol whispered to her friend at the coffee shop.

"You don't know what it did to me! I wanted to jump him right there," Sonia confessed.

"But he's your teacher. What can you do about it?" Carol pressed.

"All I know is, I have one shot here. He's only a sub for this semester. He's done in two weeks."

Sonia was pretty open with her best friend, but she had not revealed the true depth of the manner in which she wanted to be owned by Mr. Hunter. Sometimes she scared herself with the confessions she made aloud while cumming to the fantasy of his power over her. She loved a playful, even painful swat on the ass but she craved discipline in those moments when she was alone with her fantasy teacher. Crouched on her bed, she could almost feel his correction on her bottom as she buried her fingers inside herself. She would orgasm at the thought of his lust being taken out on her.

"If you really think you're out of his life after he leaves the school, is it worth it?" Carol was concerned.

"That's the part that worries me too. I know there are, or have been, other women in his life. But I just know he's attracted to me. There's risk for both of us. He's a teacher and he could get fired, you know.'

"Fired for a little corporal punishment, Miss Spankypants? Or is that Miss Spankypanties? I've seen how you're dressing. The guys at school are all over it."

"Yeah, I know. They just all seem so, ummm, I dunno. Saying they're immature seems immature," Sonia admitted. "The teasing is fun though."

"Sonia is a daddy's girl. Sonia is a daddy's girl. Hey! I know someone who works at an old folks' home. Maybe you can set off some pacemakers there!" Carol teased, giddy with caffeine and her friend's proclivities.

"You're pushing it, you little tart! But help me out here. I think I have a plan."

Sonia thought the last day of class was a reasonable time to execute her plan. Risky, to be sure, but she didn't want to have to face anybody after, except hopefully Mr. Hunter. Christmas break would provide time for her classmates to forget the outrageous plan she was considering.

Sonia recalled the Vanessa woman and noted that she hadn't been around since that one time. She also remembered how she was provocatively dressed and those seamed stockings were a very striking touch. She wondered if Mr. Hunter liked that kind of stuff. She decided to find out.

She only had 4 classes left with him. It was getting colder outside so she started conservatively with a pair of nude pantyhose under her skirt the first day. They would be warmer than bare legs and socks and test the waters with Mr. Hunter. It was hard to tell if they did anything for sure, but she did catch Mr. Hunter staring at her legs. Was it the heels or the hose? Some of the other students seemed to like it.

On her third to last class she moved it up a notch, finding some pantyhose with back seams sort of like what Vanessa wore. She felt divinely slutty sitting on the edge of the bed and raising her leg to see herself in the mirror as she pulled them on, ensuring the seams were straight. She made sure she entered the class after Mr. Hunter arrived, so he would get a clear view as she walked to her seat. After class, there didn't seem to be a real reason when he asked to talk to her, but he did anyway. And there it was: that intent gaze when she turned back toward him as she left the classroom.

Her second to last class was the same as the previous two. She was satisfied that Mr. Hunter noticed her and that he was becoming aware of her desire for him.

Sonia's little displays also made the male students' hormones rage. The crowd of hangers on was getting tedious to Dave. "Just one more class after this," Dave thought, "then the stupid little shits can get to jerking off over whatever porn they look at." He was struggling mightily at this point. Was Vanessa correct in her assessment of Sonia? He was even jealous of the attention she was getting. How could he manage to work out a way to keep contact with her after he was done at the school? 

Then it struck him: more authority game. She had definitely responded to his reprimands before. He would need to bring it to another level but he had very little time.

That last class couldn't have been more chaotic. When Dave walked in, there was the usual crowd, draped around Sonia. One of the students was bold enough to lift her skirt as Dave walked in, revealing white fishnet stockings. Sonia glared at the guy and actually slapped him, making everyone else laugh.. 

"Class! Take your seats," was all he could choke out. After all, he was only a few years past that unbridled, immature lust. But it was ridiculous that all through class, he caught various students trying to get a glimpse of Sonia's legs. When he would ask a question, no one volunteered. When he singled someone out, they always answered, "I don't know".

Finally, the bell rang. As the student's filed out, wishing Dave a Merry Christmas, he called Sonia aside.

"Miss Chase, I need to see you in my office. Five minutes. Don't be late."



Fake It to Make It Ch. 03



Continuing more, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.

*****

Behind the closed door of the office, Sonia was feeling trapped, but trapped by the man to whom she would give herself in an instant. If she thought of her plan in phases, this would be about number four.

For his part, Dave put on his game face, but he was anxious about how this would play out. It was an all or nothing plan. Vanessa's admonition haunted him, pressing him into a realm that he was uncomfortable with, but also fortified him with a steely arousal.

"Miss Chase, you can't be bending over like that in my classroom. First, it is unladylike. Second, you wear that skirt impossibly short. I am sure it is not regulation length. And third, your underwear is very provocative. Finally, you are creating too much distraction with the male students. If you expect to succeed here, you are going to have to take this much more seriously."

"But, Mr. Hunter..."

"No buts, Miss Chase."

It's all about her butt. 

"But, Mr. Hunter..." The purr was breaking him down. "Please understand...I don't do that for those boys."

"MISS CHASE! No more justifying. Come to my desk."

As she walked over, her skirt swayed slightly. She knew just what she was doing. Mr. Hunter had been the focus of her attention for the whole semester. She had amped up her inner kitten and her hastily conceived plan was bearing towards success.

She was careful to slowly shorten her skirt over the semester and recalled the delight she felt when she found the white fishnet stockings and the panties in a tartan to match her skirt. Slowly, fewer buttons were done up on her blouse, her cleavage framed by the loosely knotted tie. A little extra blush, redder lipstick, darker eyes...all part of her plan.

My god, that girl drives me crazy. 

"Miss Chase, you need to understand that this kind of behaviour can't be tolerated. Bend over the desk."

"But, Mr. Hunter..." she complained, as a smile flickered across her mouth.

The tingles are spreading all over me. He's actually gonna do it. Oh my god... I didn't even imagine this the first time I saw him. 

"Miss Chase. Your behaviour in my class is not acceptable. I am authorized to correct this by whatever means necessary. Do you understand?" Mr. Hunter the teacher was annoyed with her but Dave the man was playing a role with her, hoping he was right about his observations.

"Yes...sir."

"Now. Stay still."

"Yes, Mr. Hunter."

His hand came down against her trembling ass but slipped against her skirt. And again, but it hardly felt like anything.

This is kind of disappointing. 

"Miss Chase. This is not working. I need you to adjust your skirt for me."

"But, Mr. Hunter!"

This might just really happen. 

"No buts, Miss Chase."

There's that butt again. 

"Lift your skirt."

Slowly, deliberately, seductively, she reached down, long past the bottom of the skirt, her hands caressing her stockinged thighs as she moved them up to catch the hem. She gripped the hem with only her thumb and forefinger on each hand and pulled it up with her palms flat against her ample cheeks.

This girl is enjoying this. I'm enjoying this. 

His hand came down with a satisfying crack. Sonia gasped as the tingles spread from her cheeks to her pussy. Again, came the crack, right across her ass cleavage. The tingles built as she involuntarily wiggled.

That skin feels so good against my hand. And that ass, it's so plump and round. 

She felt the smack again, but his hand didn't move after. Then, there was a slight movement.

Was that a caress? Is my teacher feeling my ass?

This is very good. She's staying put. Such a perfect vision. A little modesty betrayed by something smoldering underneath. She's been a good student, apart from the distraction she's been causing lately. The dark eyes and hair, the luscious shape...and now this? I can't control this hard-on.

If he squeezes, I am going to cum. Having HIM take me like this is too much to bear. I hope he can't smell my desire. Wait...that's exactly what I want to happen. He's pretty much mine now, now if only he'll make me his... 

His hand came down again. Her cheeks were turning red and started to sting relentlessly.

Oh my god. I don't think I can control it. It feels so good! 

And again, "CRACK!" But again, the hand lingered and squeezed.

Is that a finger between my ass cheeks? 

"Miss Chase."

She was drawn back at the sound of her name.

"Yes, Mr. Hunter?"

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Ummmm, sir. I am not quite sure what lesson it is I needed to learn."

The hand firmly squeezed.

Yes, that is a finger between my plump ass cheeks. 

"Miss Chase. I am quite displeased at how you have been showing yourself off to the class, and the whole school for that matter. Do you like dressing and behaving like this?"

The grip of his hand got even more firm.

Does he feel how wet my pussy is?

My god, this girl's pussy is wet. 

"Sir, I do admit that I like looking like this. I used to save it for at home sometimes, just to see myself. But..." her voice trails off.

"But what, Miss Chase?"

"But, ummmm, well..."

Ohmigod! His finger's in my pussy! 

"I do it for you, sir."

She gasped as the finger plunged fully inside her yearning vagina.

"That is a good answer." Her ear shivers at his hot breath.

"However, Miss Chase, this could get us both in a lot of trouble. So, it seems I need to continue your correction."

CRACK!

Oh my god. He used his soaked hand on me. 

CRACK!

Sonia heard slurping sounds shortly after his hand withdrew from her ass. Then, she felt the squeeze again and his hand grasping her shoulder.

"Stand up and face me."

She complied somewhat weakly, but eagerly.

"Sit up on the desk."

As she started to move, he interrupted. "Wait. Hike up your skirt first."

She reached down and again caressed her stockinged thighs, repeating her earlier display.

She's mine. 

She parted her legs as she sat. A few feet away from her, Dave undid his pants.

The clink of the belt buckle, the zzzzz of the zipper...ohmigodohmigodohmigodohmigod

"Miss Chase, I believe you understand the gravity of this situation. Now, I will give you instructions."

Breathlessly, she managed to whimper out an "uh huh".

"Miss Chase, look at me."

But I need to see it! He's moving closer! 

As he moved toward her, Dave commanded. "First, you WILL dress more conservatively in class and at school - longer skirt, blouse buttoned, tights and flat shoes. I will not have the boys distracted and ogling you. You are mine now."

Her legs parted more in explicit invitation as she felt him press into her.

"You have been a good student. You will keep up your grades. I will be tutoring you, starting tonight."

Is that his cock against my pussy????? 

She felt the head of his cock against her parted, wet pussy as he gave further instruction.

"However, the required dress code at my house will be more to your liking," he said as she felt his hands on her stockings, then against her panties, pulling them to the side, revealing the entire state of her wet, fragrant arousal.

BLESSED RELIEF! His whole cock FINALLY inside my pussy.

God I want to be his cockwhore, his little slut. And he's making it happen. 

A tear rolled from her eye as she clutched his back and pressed her heels against his ass, pulling him tight, fully submitting to him in her willingness.

He's not thrusting? 

With her face buried in his shoulders, he whispered, "We will meet once a week for instruction."

He's not moving! I need to grind! 

Sonia felt his hands grip her ass, giving her the leverage to begin thrusting in an undulating rhythm against him.

"You can request extra help on occasion."

Ohmigodohmigodohmigod! I am going to cum so hard! 

Just as Sonia started to furiously grind her wet cunt against her new master's cock and pelvis, Dave pulled away.

Nooooooo!! I was almost there! 

"Lick it clean. We will continue instruction later. 7:30 tonight at my house."

"And Miss Chase, you look very good. Don't change."



Fake It to Make It Ch. 04



As the opening chapter of this story closes, I'd like to thank my volunteer editor, adelante39, for her assistance. Aside from some glaring mistakes, she helped me breathe some life into the story as well as providing some direction for where it goes next, if it does.

*****

Her head was still spinning as she left the classroom and school. It was a cold but beautiful afternoon with the sun shining, though she hardly noticed. The after effects of the spanking she received still tingled across her ass. Sonia's pussy was aching for release and needed more. She'd be home soon with a couple of hours before she needed to leave: plenty of time for a little satisfaction before the night ahead.

Almost as though he was reading her mind, her phone rang.

"Hello," Sonia answered to the unfamiliar number.

"Miss Chase, one more thing. Do NOT touch yourself before you come over tonight."

Click.

How did he get my number? How dare he try to control me like that! 

She sighed in resignation.

I may not have said it to him, but I called him master: I will obey. Hmmmmm, but I can play that game, too. 

She arrived home, energized by a new plan. It wasn't grand, just something to test the sweet dynamic she craved.

The girl in her was dying to spill her guts. She texted Carol.

"I have a date tonight."

It seemed like she had barely pressed "send" when she got a reply back.

"Daddy's girl gonna get a spanking? :-P"

"I'm not telling...maybe,' Sonia replied.

She opened her books, trying to decompress from the delicious assault she experienced. The frustration faded, if not the anticipation, as she enjoyed a sandwich and a large glass of juice with the hope that she'd need it. Then, after making her way to her bedroom, she stripped off her blouse in front of a mirror, enjoying the site that so enthralled Mr. Hunter.

It's amazing what those stockings do to my legs. And the way my skirt barely conceals them? mmmmmmmm

Standing almost naked, she ran her hands over her body, imagining the caress - and correction - she had already received and further anticipated.

After a shower and a shave, her mind went back to just how she could defy her master. Rummaging through her dresser, she pulled out a black bustier, lace thong and a new package of hose.

Don't change, is it? Well, Mr. Hunter, let's see what you do about this. 

Sonia pulled on the bustier, adjusting her tits in the cups. She pulled the thong up her legs, with an erotic exaggeration intended to draw out her sensuality. The whole time, she kept checking herself in the mirror and enjoying it. Then, unwrapping the hose, she put on the almost nude fishnet tights, rolling up the legs and carefully pulling them up her calves, then her thighs.

Ohmigod... I am soooo bad. He's going to have to work to get at my pussy this time. He's gonna flip. 

"Forget about him, I'm gonna flip," Sonia thought, delighted with how she was shaping up. Feeling deliciously slutty, she sat at her vanity doing her makeup.

She checked the clock. It was almost time to leave. She completed her ensemble with her school blouse, tie, and skirt, before slipping into some black stiletto pumps.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..." Sonia was very satisfied, admiring herself in the mirror.

She grabbed her books, purse and coat and made her way to Mr. Hunter's house.

The anticipation built as she drove. She even noticed her panties getting wet as she got out of her car. Walking from the sidewalk, she imagined all the things that might unfold tonight.

Dave greeted her at the door after she rang the bell. Sonia noticed a slight frown come over his face as he glanced over her body at the entrance.

"Come in Miss Chase. Would you like something to drink before we start?"

"Thank you, sir. I might like some water later if that is alright."

"Alright. You brought your books: good. Come into my office and we'll go over the lecture from today. It will be good for your final exam."

They spent 45 minutes reviewing material and going over some questions Sonia had.

He's always been a good teacher, but it's amazing how much more I get from him one-on-one. 

Bringing the tutoring session to a close, Dave closed his books and told her, "Miss Chase, I am very disappointed with you. You changed. I was very clear that you shouldn't do that. Also, in the future, please be a bit more discreet at how you present yourself here. Wear a long coat, next time. If there is a next time."

Oh. My. God. I didn't know he might take it that far. 

A little concerned but still coy, she managed to reply, "But Mr. Hunter, I needed to freshen up and I wanted to please you. Don't you like how I look? It really turned me on seeing myself. Honest, I only wanted to please you. Plus, you wouldn't let me touch myself. I did obey that."

She is so fucking hot. She really knows how to get me going. Who's really in control here? 

"Miss Chase, when I give instructions, I expect them to be followed. Otherwise, there will be correction."

"Otherwise, there will be correction." Was that itself an instruction? Fuck... this man knows what he's doing. 

"Unfortunately, I cannot let this go. Come here. Bend over my desk."

As she came to the other side of the desk and turned around, she saw a wide floor-to-ceiling mirror on the opposite wall.

Holy shit! I get to watch??? 

Sonia hadn't noticed that the desk was open on the bottom. Seeing the two of them in the mirror made her giddy. It made this seem more real, witnessing him over her bent form, her legs spread under the desk for stability.

"Your sluttiness is exquisite, Miss Chase. But don't forget, you are my slut now. You must follow my instruction." Dave was really getting into this role. "Thank you, Vanessa," he thought.

She felt his hand firmly against the back of her knee, riding up the soft texture of the fishnet against her thigh. She felt a slight coolness as his hand reached her skirt, lifting it from her bottom.

I wonder if he'll notice my panties.

God, the way that lace emerges from her ass crack is like an erotic flower. 

Sonia felt satisfaction as she saw Dave's admiration in the mirror.

Such a gorgeous, round bottom. 

She watched as he laid his hand on one cheek, squeezing firmly, sizing up the target.

"Will you disobey me again?"

"But sir, I only wanted to please you."

CRACK!

Oooooh.. that was hard! 

CRACK!

The pain makes the throbbing in my pussy incredible! 

CRACK!

"I think it's better with these tights on", they both think at once.

All the while, Sonia's eyes were transfixed by the scene playing out behind her.

I don't just feel it, I see him making me his. 

"Will you disobey me again?" Dave asked again, with his hand firmly on her ass and his fingers toying with the perforations in the net, eventually poking through to the creamy smooth skin of her cheeks.

"Sir..."

"Yes, young lady?"

"I'll do as you ask," Sonia replied, with fingers crossed in her mind.

I really hope she doesn't mean it. 

"That's very good," Dave continued as his fingers pressed deeply into the pussy he craved.

"My girl, you are a good student. Turn and face me."

She stood and turned, intoxicatingly close.

"Taste." Sonia opened her mouth to receive his pussy-soaked finger.

Oh my. 

"Kiss me."

Fuuuuuucck. 

Sonia melted at their first kiss. Their tongues tangled. Dave's arms and hands moved over her back, with one hand soon under her skirt, lifting her by the ass, off her stilettos and onto her toes.

"You're a sweet girl, very remarkable. But don't forget. With me - and me alone - you're a slut. Understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Hunter," she whimpered with passion.

"I said you were a good student. It would please me to reward you. What would you like?"

He's letting me have my way? 

In a little, soft, tentative, voice she replied, "Spank me some more. Then make love to me."

"Are you forgetting you're my slut?"

"I'm sorry sir. Spank me some more. Play with me like a toy. Make my cunt juicy. Then fuck me HARD. Sir." At this point, Sonia was unable to draw the distinction between role and reality.

Dave was fighting himself all the way. He could not refute what he was doing and what was happening before him, but a strong part of him was arguing that this wasn't how you treated a woman. Again, Vanessa briefly crossed his mind and he banished the specter, at least for now.

Turning her in his arms, he placed a hand on a tit and the other on her pussy. With his tongue in her ear, he commanded, "Unbutton your blouse."

He ground against her ass while she freed her tits. His fingers breached her tights and Sonia heard a little ripping sound.

Play with my clit hard. OOOOOOOH that's it. 

She watched the drama play out in the mirror, drunk with desire as his hands freely roamed over her sweet body, her own hands squeezing her breasts.

She moved her hands down to join his: pressing and encouraging them in. Then, Sonia gained some purchase on the fishnet and ripped the pantyhose wide. It almost sounded like her pussy was gasping in relief at being released. She pushed his hands deeper and deeper, making him finger her wetness, lifting her on her toes.

"Fuck my pussy sir! Play with my clit!" she gasped in pleasure.

As he suddenly released his grip on her, she felt his hand at the top of her back, pushing her down toward the desk. As she bent over, he surveyed her luscious ass with the orchid-like panties blossoming from the cleft of her cheeks.

"Yes, I did notice you changed those, too. Very pretty, but again, you disobeyed me."

She could hear and feel him ripping her tights, all the way up her ass. Positioning himself beside her, he pulled open a drawer behind her. Then she felt oil being slathered all over her plump cheeks, asshole, and pussy.

That smells like coconut 

She watched, mesmerized, as Dave tenderly ministered to her bottom. She gasped and began to move her ass up and down as he slid two fingers inside her now very wet pussy.

"How does my little one like that? Hmmmm?"

"Oh god, sir. Please, please. I was bad. I changed panties. I am so sorry."

CRACK!

Fuck, with his hand in my cunt, that is fucking incredible. 

CRACK!

Sonia stretched out her arms to grab the edge of the desk.

CRACK!

She felt Dave move and looked up to the mirror to see him now behind her. Then he disappeared from her view and as her ass cheeks were roughly parted she felt his tongue plunge into her ass.

"Sir! Sir! Sir! Pleeeaaassse!"

The unexpected pleasure of his wet tongue on her ass - IN her ass - was overwhelming. Though she'd never experienced anal sex, it was almost like being fucked there. Sonia tried to pull away at the intense pleasure but is blocked by the table and her new master. Crying out, she can't quite form the words to make him stop.

"Sir! Oh my god! Sir! Please..."

Diving in harder, his hands reached for her dripping pussy. As his fingers slid in, Sonia was pushed over the edge. The whole day - getting ready for school, the punishment in the office, the scene in the mirror, the fingers in her pussy, the control her lover-master had over her - culminated in an explosive orgasm.

She screamed out, now not wanting it to stop, "Oh my god sir! Keep fucking me! Keep fucking my cunt and ass!"

Her body responded almost uncontrollably, convulsing in his hands. Finally, she slumped, breathing hard.

"Need a rest?" Dave asked, with a surprisingly soothing tone.

"Yes, please sir. But let me suck your cock while I do."

"That's my girl."

Sonia continued to lie on the desk top as Dave approached, releasing his cock to her mouth.

"Sir?"

"Yes, my girl."

"Make yourself wet with my juices, please."

"That's my girl."

She felt her lips part, as he plunged his my hard cock inside, letting it steep in her wetness.

"Now, sir. Please."

Dave again moved toward her and Sonia gently grasped his shaft, licking from base to head. Releasing little murmurs of "mmmmmm...mmmmm" she took him in fully. Dave marveled at the the tightness of her throat. She gently moved her head back and forth, her mouth and body hypnotized by the gentle sucking. As her strength returned she started vigorously fucking him with her mouth.

"Unh uh, young lady. You aren't getting off that easy," Dave warned her, attempting to control the ejaculation he felt approaching.

What does that mean? 

"Stay put."

She felt him against her ass, his hands sliding under the fishnet, ripping them even further. Then - GASP! - his wet cock slid into her effortlessly. Dave and Sonia's mutual arousal was so intense that there was no preamble, no pretense of tenderness: they wanted each other beyond reason. Sonia couldn't keep her eyes off Dave as they cried out in passion at the violent, erotic fucking.

"Sir, keep fucking me like that!"

Dave responded with a growl.

She squealed at the familiar crack on her ass as her luscious little cunt was pummeled by his cock.

Cumming again, Sonia was left weak on the desk as the pounding continued. The delicious feel of post-orgasmic thrusting flooded her pussy and she felt it building again. But she wanted it differently.

"Sir?"

"Little one."

"I want to face you."

"Why?"

"I want to spread myself wide for you. I want to see your face when you cum."

Silently agreeing, Dave withdrew and turned her around to sit on the edge of the desk. With absolute abandon, she drew up her legs and spread them wide, revealing her flowered wetness.

"Aren't you gonna fuck me, sir?" Sonia teased as she started to stroke her clit.

Oh god, if this girl only knew what she is doing to me. 

Grasping her thighs, Dave pressed deep into Sonia as she clasped her hands around his neck; smiling, sated, and eager. The vision of her desire was reaching to his loins and he felt his cock begin to twitch. The pleasure was overwhelming but he was determined to thrust through it.

Her eyes burned into his as his body was wracked, barely able to maintain control of the motion. His cum filled her pussy and she wrapped her legs around his waist. As his breathing subsided, they kissed, his arms around her back.

"Miss Chase, you are indeed a good student."

"I'd like very much if we continue the lessons, sir."

"Let's get something to drink and discuss that."



Fake It to Make It Ch. 05



As the school year progressed, Sonia came into her own despite Dave's absence at the school. He had finished his assignment at Fulton at the end of the first semester as planned and returned to the college.

Far from leaving her behind, he and Sonia had moved well beyond the titillating but incomplete relationship they had started with. For Sonia, it was an earth-shattering start, but she found that as he revealed himself to her, she was drawn more and more under his wing. It wasn't just the dominance that she submitted to, but the care and attention he provided her. Dave was very strong with her, but she could feel that there was something much deeper with him.

Mr. Hunter, the teacher, had declared her a good student. It was becoming apparent now just how much she gleaned from him. It was obvious that she had learned to mostly obey his explicit direction, except when she was in need of his correction. What surprised her was the transformation occurring in her as a result of what she observed. She had never been a shrinking violet, but her carefree attitude was now tempered with a strength she hadn't expressed before.

She became quite adept at handling the supplicating boys at the academy. She was never malicious with them; that wasn't her game. However, when one of them attempted to repeat the skirt-lifting scene from the last semester, there was no doubt left in any of the boys that this was not something to ever be repeated.

Carol was impressed as they talked over coffee.

"Say that again?" Carol queried her about a difficult return Sonia made at a department store.

"You heard me. It's really hard to describe but it almost feels like because I have Dave's 'blessing', that I handle myself more confidently."

"The spankings have gone to your head, little slut," Carol teased.

Despite the banter, Carol was a little jealous. She couldn't see herself in Sonia's shoes but couldn't deny that the guys she had dated didn't really offer anything other than a good time.

"You could use one yourself, witch." Sonia continued, "Really, I never realized before how much the simple act of submitting would increase my authority. Mom and dad never did that for me. They gave me some passive guidance, but were maybe a little too loose with me. Daddy was a little surprised with me the other day when he was asking about Dave. Last year, I'd have been apologizing and trying to make the best of things, but I stood up for myself. I didn't get mad, but was very clear about Dave's place in my life. I think it was the lack of beating around the bush that swayed Daddy. Now, go get me another coffee."

"Yes. Right away, Mistress Spankypanties. Your wish is my command. Would you like whipped cream with that?", Carol howled at her spontaneous word play. "Your Jedi mind tricks won't work on me."

"Look into my eyes. You are getting sleepy. When you wake up, you'll get me one cream and one sugar," Sonia shot back.

"Silly girl, everyone knows Jedis take their coffee black." 

"Sonia?"

Hearing her name called, Sonia turned from the attendant at the school book store to come face to face with Vanessa.

"Oh my frickin' God!" Sonia exclaimed to herself, not sure what to do.

They had only met once but it was burned into Sonia's mind. Sonia wondered what she might be doing there.

She quickly put on a game face and cheerfully greeted back, "Vivian, right?" very deliberately getting her name wrong.

"Close. Vanessa. We met before Christmas in Dave's office."

Was she here to see Dave? Thank God he's not here anymore.

The two women sized each other up, head to toe.

Sonia could still appreciate Vanessa's attraction. She was slim and not too tall in her ever-present stilettos. Her blonde hair flowed so smoothly past her shoulder blades, and she managed some subtly provocative makeup. Her dress was definitely not discount and fit her slim figure perfectly.

"And always with the stockings, too," Sonia noticed.

Vanessa was similarly impressed with Sonia, even more than on the day of their first meeting. It seemed that somehow Sonia was demonstrating a maturity she hadn't seen before. A lot of that assessment came from how she carried herself even in the flat shoes she faithfully wore at school. Vanessa was brought back briefly, smiling at the thought of Dave exercising his budding dominance over this sweet young thing, wondering what fruit it might be bearing in him.

"What brings you to the academy, Vanessa?" Sonia asked, attempting to inject a little authority, as though Vanessa was intruding.

"I met with a guidance counselor here. My niece is exploring some options and Fulton is on her radar," Vanessa replied. "I was wondering if Dave, errrr Mr. Hunter is around."

She was toying with Sonia, spontaneously attempting an end run to ply the younger woman for information. 

"Oh...That's a shame. You missed him. He left 5 months ago after his assignment was finished. I assume you haven't spoken to him?" The dig felt weak but that was what Sonia had at the moment. Plus it didn't give too much away. It really only identified Vanessa as the vanquished, not that Sonia was the victor.

Sonia didn't realize how effective the response was. Vanessa was left with the notion that if Sonia and Dave had connected, she should know if Vanessa had turned up. Vanessa openly replied, "I haven't seen him and thought I'd catch up. Hey. Do you want to get a coffee? Maybe you can dish on Fulton for me."

Sonia's guard was up immediately. She hardly knew Vanessa, but she had no real reason to not trust her. Still, she had her claws in Dave at one point. To be fair, they were nicely manicured claws, and Sonia didn't blame her. As she considered the request, she realized too that Vanessa didn't seem to be playing any games with her.

"I've got a bit of time. Sure. Come with me."

Vanessa could see that Sonia was protecting something. It could simply be lack of familiarity or maybe bigger. Vanessa's interest was picqued.

Sipping coffee, they talked about the academy's rules and how the students behaved. Naturally, the discussion led to the instructors and even more naturally, it led to Dave.

"Have you heard from him?" Vanessa asked Sonia.

"We keep in touch. He's an excellent teacher."

Was that "he is" or "he was"?

"I'm sure he is. That's part of his charm and why I wanted to see how he was doing. Things didn't work but he's got a special place in my heart, and you never know. Maybe?" Vanessa pretended to muse, though she actually found herself a little jealous now at the prospect of Dave with this very sexy, young woman: a sexy young woman who most definitely had come under some guidance in the last short while. Maybe she had sold Dave short.

Sonia felt her confidence waning, attempting to maintain a ruse. Thinking to how she dealt with her father, she opted for the straight up approach.

"Can I be honest with you, Vanessa? Dave and I began seeing each other at the end of last semester." Sonia wanted to gauge her reaction as well as relieve the burden of gamesmanship.

I knew it!

"That's wonderful!" she beamed, but suddenly, it was Vanessa's turn to be surprisingly crest-fallen. She recalled the little game she played in Dave's classroom, ruefully reminded now that she was not immune to the effects of what she learned was called pre-selection. 

"Girls just love to know that other women dig their man."

"Enough of that though. How's everything been for you?" Sonia redirected, not wanting to get into personal details.

"Aaaaahhh, work work work, dear. A little playtime, too, mind you. Listen, I have to get going. I have a meeting at work I have to get to. But, I really do want to meet again. Can I have your number?" Vanessa asked, more sincerely than she realized.

Sonia opened her phone, brought up a new text message and said, "Sure, put yours in here and I'll text it to you."

"Thanks for the time, Sonia. You've been a very big help. I assure you; I'll be in touch."

The next day, Dave and Sonia were enjoying the late spring evening sunshine on his deck.

"Do you remember that woman who met you for lunch late last semester?"

Where the hell did that come from?

"Yeah, Vanessa. Why do you bring her up, little one?". Dave sometimes used pet names as a prelude to control and he was immediately concerned that this could erupt into some kind of jealous rant. Sonia wasn't given to that kind of behavior, but there's a first time for everything.

"I happened to run into her at Fulton yesterday. She said she was there for business, but I think she was really there to see you." 

"Oh. It would have been nice to see her," Dave deliberately reinforced Sonia's insecurity. She knew better than to wonder if Dave was stepping out on her.

Sonia started to see red. Dave wasn't prone to upsetting her, but this was too far. She could see the allure of Vanessa and it felt like Dave was throwing it in her face. A torrent of different emotions overcame her: jealousy, anger, arousal, a mate-guarding instinct, and curiosity. 

Curiosity?

Sonia and Carol were close but neither had the inclination to experiment as college girls sometimes do. The thought of messing around with her best friend repulsed her. But Vanessa, chic, seductive Vanessa, why would she enter her thoughts right now?

While arousal now dominated her awareness, Sonia spontaneously hatched a plan. Adopting her submissive side, she fought with her anger and slid up against Dave. "Mr. Hunter, I think that I am more than enough woman for you and I want to show you," she purred into his ear.

"Mmmmm, little one. I knew you'd come around. Come with me to the couch."

"Uh, uh, uh, Mr. Hunter," Sonia interrupted as she put her finger to his lips. "I have a surprise for you. Give me 5 minutes and go lie on your bed and wait for me."

Sonia had "surprised" Dave on several occasions and he immediately immersed himself in a lurid fantasy. He was eager to let her mind run wild, but nonchalantly replied, "Whatever my little one wants."

Sonia turned on her heel, glancing back to complete the subterfuge. "Oh, and whatever you do, don't touch yourself!" she now ordered as she headed inside the house and up to Dave's bedroom. She had found a spot in the guest room closet that she could hide surprises she had for him and pulled out what she needed and went to the guest bedroom. 

Dave went to his room and lay on his bed as requested. He was getting uncomfortably hard at the thought of what was to come and had to adjust his erection in his pants. He was just finishing as Sonia appeared in the doorway.

"Ohmigod"

Standing akimbo, Sonia was a very different person than he'd ever experienced her as. She looked at him very disapprovingly, her expression in contrast to the rest of her presentation. Her presence and attitude were abundantly clear from the PVC teddy, fishnet stockings, and pumps that she wore - all black.

Completely agog at her, Dave was at a loss for words and actions. Sonia used this to her advantage and slowly made her way to the bed.

"Now Mr. Hunter, what was this about wanting to see that skank? Are you turning into a man-whore?" Sonia rebuked Dave, rather pleased with herself for the opening.

"Sonia! What's gotten into you?" was all Dave could muster.

"No questions, Mr. Hunter: only answers," Sonia stated. "And, that is Mistress Chase to you, man-whore." She then crawled onto the bed to straddle his. She was getting so turned on in this role she had never played before. She was angry but it surprised her at how that anger and her arousal combined into a delicious attitude. She was going to get what she wanted, but Dave was going to pay. 

With one hand on his chest, she leaned into him and lightly slapped his face. "Do you really think that I am going to let my little slut entertain the possibility of another woman? You're mine."

"But, Sonia..."

"MISTRESS CHASE! It seems my slut needs some correction."

She sat up on his lap and ground her now dripping wet pussy into his hard on. The PVC, however, refused to allow Dave to feel just how horny she was. Resting a good deal of her weight on him, her tightly wrapped clit was driving her to rock on him. Dave, on the other hand, was not quite enjoying this so much. The vision before him was incredibly erotic, but the pressure and friction on his cock was past the threshold of discomfort.

There was respite as she fell forward, taking one of his nipples in her mouth. For Dave, it wasn't exquisite, but soothing. Until Sonia bit.

"OOOWWWW!"

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Son-...Mistress Chase...", Dave started, a little worried about what had come over his little one.

"I'll let that slip pass. Continue."

"I was just, ummm, teasing."

Sonia sat up and slapped his other cheek. 

What the hell's come over her?

"You, Mr. Hunter, have to learn that there are things you can tease about and things you cannot. That is one of the things You. Can. Not. Plus, you didn't apologize."

"I'm sorry Mistress Chase! I'll..."

"Quiet! Maybe later, but right now is too late for apologies."

She slid down on his legs, undoing his pants and pulling them down on his hips, revealing his throbbing and chafed-red cock. Crawling back up his body, she planted her PVC-sealed pussy over it.

Grinding harder with each rock of her pelvis, she put a hand over his mouth. "Now, what is the correct answer to the question?", she asked, punctuated the demand with uncomfortable thrusts against him. 

"I'm yours alone, Mistress Chase. Please..."

"Good answer. Now, you're going to prove it." At that, Sonia raised her pelvis, and undid the crotch of the teddy. She crawled up his body, dragging her pussy across his chest and marking her territory. She was then straddling his head, her pussy mere inches from his face. Pressing her hands against the wall, she commanded, "Please me," and pushed her smooth, wet cunt against his face. 

She wasn't in this to torture, so Sonia made sure Dave could breathe, but she was going to get her pleasure. There was no technique involved, nor was there any needed. The whole of the time - her emotions, the plan, getting dressed, taking control - had her on the edge already. Her pussy greedily extracted every maneuver it could from Dave's mouth and tongue. Sucking on her protruding lips and tongue-fucking her pussy were just the start.

"My clit, man-whore! Don't you think Vanessa would be more generous with my pleasure?"

Where did that come from?

As Dave pressed his tongue hard against her button, Sonia began rocking her hips against his face. She dropped one hand, grabbing his head like it was a saddle-horn, and increased the pace of her thrusts against his tongue.

"Gaaaawwwdd!" Sonia was suddenly overwhelmed with the release she was craving. The power and the scene she was part of drove her to the brink. Clenching her thighs against Dave's head, she breathlessly rode him through her orgasm. 

"Fuck fuck FUCK!"

She lifted her hips from his head and leaned against the wall, breathing hard. Dave's hands stroked her thighs. 

More weakly, Sonia continued to chastise, "Are you ever again going to tease me about another woman?"

"No, Mistress Chase."

"Good. Now, I'm going to get changed and we'll eat dinner."

FUCK! What?

Sonia crawled off him, slowly walking towards the bed room door. 

Will he?

Dave was now pissed off. Sonia knew better. He was fine with her little role reversal, but this wasn't going to end like this. Jumping off the bed, he quickly pulled off his pants, leaving them on the floor. Grabbing Sonia by the waist, he pushed his cock against her ass and started rubbing.

Thank god. He's not leaving it like that.

Holding her tight against him, he spoke. "MISS Chase, I accept your punishment. Now, has my little one ever had cause to believe that I would cheat on her? Hmmmmm?"

"No, Mr. Hunter." Sonia's pussy was freshly inflamed with lust for her man.

"I am glad you understand that. Further, do we ever, EVER, leave each other unsatisfied?"

"No, Mr. Hunter."

"But, you were just going to walk away?" he pressed as he walked her to the side of the bed.

"Ummm sir, you see..."

"Enough." Placing his hand against he lower back, he bent her over the bed. Fucking her ass cheeks as he had, he was now fully hard. Her heels always put her at just the right height for him, and gripping the base of his cock, he pushed hard into her sloppy, wet cunt.

"Are you ever going to leave me unsatisfied again, little one?"

"N-ooooo sir!"

I couldn't leave the bedroom in control. I just crave him fucking me like this.

Having Sonia exert her control was surprisingly exciting to Dave. Her dry-fuck, while uncomfortable, had nearly made him orgasm. Very quickly, as he violently thrust into her, he could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock. 

It's my turn to mark territory.

Pulling out of Sonia, he pushed his wet dick under the loose edge of Sonia's teddy, just as he released his load. He pulsed streams of cum over her ass, while he fucked the fetish-like pussy created by the PVC and her skin. Withdrawing his cock, he pressed the material against her, squishing out some of the cum.

"Just so you know, Sonia..."

Sonia delighted at the change of persona.

"Yes, Dave?"

"I love you, precious."

"Let's get something to eat. Don't change."

Sitting at her desk at work, Vanessa's fond memories of Dave Hunter started to simmer as she considered Sonia and their time over coffee. Her first encounter with Sonia showed a little vixen in waiting, probably a little over the top as would be expected from a young woman unsure of herself. It would have been very easy for Sonia to just slip into a slutty persona. On the surface, it would have served her well and she probably could have gotten any man she wanted, if only for a time.

But there this little thing was, all the more sexy in her demureness, knowing what she was capable of. Vanessa's recognition of the contrast of sultry lurking behind the sweet began to percolate wonder at the thought of experiencing her as a seductress to see if the reverse effect was similar. Vanessa caught herself squeezing her thighs together at the thought.

She realized though it wasn't just Sonia. She was enraptured at the thought of the man behind the woman. She now firmly believed that she had underestimated Dave. But then, her own attitudes had been evolving since their encounter. She'd had a couple of lovers since, exciting to be sure. There was much she didn't want to change, but it seemed it was all the same. She was satisfied that Sonia wouldn't be where she was so quickly if it wasn't for the fact that Dave very probably cared for her and that Sonia knew it. Dave's hesitancies with Vanessa were off-putting at the time; she wondered if, rather than weakness, it was some hint of that caring that was coming through. "Don't mistake my kindness for weakness." The quote she had heard somewhere echoed in her mind, tickling at her heart.

"To be raped by a man who loves me!" Vanessa chuckled at the ludicrous and tantalizing paradox.

The thought was never far away for the rest of the work day. By the time she arrived home, it was all she could do to drop her coat and purse in the entry and head to her bedroom.

Vanessa loved lavish sex and she carried that appreciation to her personal time. She had no thought to removing her clothes; that would happen as she made love to herself. Barely able to contain her fire, she mounted the corner of the bed with her feet on the floor and her heaving chest flat against the mattress. Slowly, she ground the corner of the bed against her aching pussy, falling into her newly sparked submissive fantasy. Her imagined lover had lifted her skirt and thrust her onto the bed, preparing to punish her for having such lurid fantasies, of stealing another woman's man.




Fake It to Make It Ch. 05



"You're mine alone, little slut", she craved to hear.

The bed covering and mattress had to suffice for the moment, but in her near-transcendant state, Vanessa found herself easily given to the pleasure she craved. Imagining the slap of a hand across her almost bare ass, she thrust her craving pussy down, in time with the merciless assault. 

Far from wanting immediate release, Vanessa slid her hand between her tummy and the bed, cupping her wetness tightly as she continued to receive her punishment. Slowly, unpredictably, her body responded to the phantom who owned her.

Her master was not cruel. Despite her unacceptable behaviour, she knew that he loved her. Despite the punishment, he would care for her. She crawled onto the bed, shedding her skirt as she did. She knew her lover appreciated the garter belt and stockings. In fact, they would get her out of a great deal of trouble. Laying flat on her tummy, she imagined the soothing kisses against her sore cheeks as she started to rub more deeply. 

Curling her middle finger, she pressed between her wet, swollen lips to gently fuck herself while maintaining pressure against her hard clit. Rocking her hips harder against the bed, the specter of her lover straddled her, first riding her ass cheeks, then pressing his cock into her.

The fantasy was as powerful as the stimulation she gave herself. Vanessa thrust her pussy and clit into her hand, pressing as deep as her fingers would reach. Given to her lust, she raised the tempo, suddenly craving hands on her back, hips against her ass, and a cock in her cunt. Feeling the release building, she instinctively raised up her ass and viciously thrust her fingers inside, continuing to fuck herself through a delicious orgasm. 

With her cheek mashed into the bed, she panted freely as she came down. Imagining the caress of her lover, she was suddenly overcome with the desire to suck on a breast.

Final exams were looming. Both Sonia and Dave had their own responsibilities as the school year peaked. Sonia spent her time studying while Dave was reviewing and marking undergrad papers. This left precious little time between the two of them. 

Ping

"Hey gorgeous! Need a break?"

Sonia was surprised by the text message from Vanessa. Her concentration was broken, but it was a welcome respite. She blushed and chuckled to herself as she remembered her invocation of Vanessa when she had punished Dave.

Ping

"Wanna go shopping and lunch? I need girl time :o ", came another message.

Sonia was, at the same time, honored and intimidated by the request. She had a reluctant respect for Vanessa's womanly wiles, but didn't quite trust her. Even still, that this stylish, seemingly confident and accomplished woman was seeking her out gave her a thrill, enough to completely take her mind off her studies. 

"Crap. I need to focus," Sonia snarled aloud.

Thinking of her schedule, she texted back, "Tuesday noon. Northgate Mall. Good?" She had no exam that day and a girl-time break would feel good. Carol had been so busy lately and maybe it was time to branch out a bit.

Monday came and Sonia had come by Dave's house after her exam and study time at school. They were preparing dinner together when Sonia broke the news. 

"You'll never guess who I am going shopping with tomorrow!"

Dave really had no idea, but responded, "I dunno. Carol?"

"Nope."

Trying to throw Sonia a curveball, Dave went to the absurd. "Vanessa?"

"Did she tell you?" Sonia was suddenly taken aback, wondering if the two of them had any contact.

"You've got to be kidding! Vanessa? That's the last person I would have thought of. What's gotten into you?" Dave was blindsided by his accidental prophesy.

"Well, at first I was concerned, but what the heck? Why not make some new friends? And..." Sonia paused.

"And what?"

"Your birthday is coming up in three weeks - YES! I remembered! - and I realized that maybe I could get some new inspiration. I really don't know what to get you," Sonia confessed.

"Already thinking about that. Good girl," Dave poked at her. "I am sure that will be an interesting time. I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that one! Hope it's fun."

"I'll tell you what," Dave continued. "Why don't you, sweet li'l thing, pick up some things for play time." He pulled out his wallet and handed her some cash. "My treat. Surprise me. No PVC though. My dick still hasn't recovered."

She gave him a light slap, and then snuggled into his chest with a grin on her face. "Now you know how my ass feels sometimes."

The two of them enjoyed dinner and moved to the living room to watch some TV. They both knew it was a pretext. TV didn't really do much for either of them and soon, Sonia's naked legs were in the air as she came furiously in Dave's face while he devoured her sweet, smooth pussy. An hour later, she was kissing him good night and made her way home.

Morning came and a temporarily refreshed Sonia, hit the books after breakfast. Since she was facing a friendly, competitive adversary later, she decided to leave all of her preparations until the last before she left to meet Vanessa. She wasn't going to be outclassed by Vanessa without a fight, so she took her time on makeup and underwear before deciding on a skirt, blouse and heels. She was satisfied that she was up to the challenge ahead as she looked in the mirror. More than satisfied, she recognized the value of having someone to stretch her a little bit. Going even further in her mind, she was becoming aroused at the thought of being one of the hot girls that everyone in the mall would be admiring. This was going to be fun!

After considering their options, Sonia had told Vanessa to meet at Sergio's in the mall. It was a really nice restaurant for the location, but not as raucous as one of the typical chains. Sonia had made a reservation, but none was needed. 

Vanessa was waiting at the hostess desk when Sonia arrived. Both of their thoughts and intentions were on display as they each quickly appraised the other.

I knew I wouldn't be outdone. Well-played, girl.

They greeted with sincere hugs, both of them feeling a connection, if not quite at ease yet.

Girl time wouldn't be girl time without cocktails so they each ordered a margarita after they were seated. Breaking the ice, they talked about school, Vanessa's job, and Sonia's plans after Fulton. Vanessa was surprisingly open with Sonia about some of her career challenges.

As they ate, the topic shifted to romance. Vanessa opened up even more about being dissatisfied with the state of her love life. 

"I don't know if I am getting old or soft or what, but I want something different." Vanessa wasn't going to give too much away yet.

"What do you mean?" Sonia queried.

"As much as a lot of what I have had has been fun, I've never really had a man capture all of me. Not like you have with Dave," Vanessa regretted the confession almost immediately. Everything that she thought about it was only supposition, after all.

Sonia took it in stride. "Yeah, I know! He's even got cage for me in his bedroom!" she retorted, using a technique she observed Dave using occasionally.

Vanessa was just a little more impressed and intrigued with Sonia. It seemed Sonia knew the game better than she expected. She decided at that moment she would play into it.

Vanessa cast down her eyes as if to blush and giggled. "That sounds naughty."

"Sometimes I have to put him in there," Sonia quipped.

They both laughed and Vanessa reached to Sonia's hand and confided, "I am so glad we got together."

Vanessa's eyes were warm and inviting as she spoke and Sonia blushed at the affect it had on her. 

They continued talking, laughing, and comparing notes until they got the check. Vanessa declared, "It's on me, you're the poor student." She paid the bill and they got to the real reason for being there.

Vanessa's subtle submission wasn't lost on Sonia so she decided to take the lead and see what happened.

"Dave gave me some money. Let's go to the lingerie store and see what I can come up with," Sonia directed as she took Vanessa's hand and led her down the mall.

They made their way to MissChief's Boutique.They were both very familiar with the store and were pleased that there was a new collection for the season.

Vanessa played a little coy. "I don't know. Some of this stuff is pretty racy." 

"Oh come on! This is very sexy. Go try it on." Sonia wouldn't take no for an answer.

Vanessa felt like a schoolgirl herself. She wasn't just acting now; she wanted Sonia to guide her. 

Sonia waited by the change room while Vanessa shed her clothes, leaving her panties and thigh high stockings on, before pulling on the gartered chemise.

Stepping out of the small room, Vanessa did a little turn for Sonia, seeking her approval. She had put her shoes back on and Sonia took in this new vision. 

Oh my god. She's stunning! Her breasts are such a tease mashed together like that. And her legs! I wonder what they'd look like wrapped around Dave's waist?

Sonia!

"So? What do you think?" Vanessa asked with a deliberate hint of pleading.

"It makes your ass look fat," Sonia quipped with a wink. 

Vanessa pouted, expecting a little more enthusiasm. 

"You look fucking fabulous, silly girl!" Sonia backtracked. "Take a look at what it does to your breasts."

Sonia turned Vanessa to the mirror, vaguely aware of the effect of the margaritas from lunch, and not caring as she placed her hands on Vanessa's hips, turning her body from side to side as they both appraised her very sexy body in the mirror. 

Sonia was shocked at the warmth she saw in Vanessa's face. Vanessa melted at the feeling of being a prize.

Yanking herself back from this unexpected reaction, Sonia made another suggestion. "Let's find you something more sweet and girly."

"No way! It's your turn!" By this time, Vanessa really wanted to get a more sensual glimpse of Sonia.

"Okay, fine. But I think I'll have a hard time topping you," Vanessa acquiesced.

Vanessa got her clothes back on and they sorted through the racks and displays. Vanessa found a lace teddy with breast cutouts. "THIS you have to try."

If it weren't for the cocktails at lunch, Sonia would have totally declined. Instead, looking at the outfit then Vanessa, she grabbed it and marched off to the dressing room. Inside, taking off her skirt and blouse, she was disappointed with herself for wearing pantyhose. She knew better than that! No matter though, she put the teddy on, adjusted the cups and hips, took a look in the mirror, and tousled her hair. She opened the door, at first only showing her legs, then worming out so that her torso was the last thing revealed. Stepping from the door, she also turned, showing off the lacing in the back above her bottom.

"WOOHOO!" Vanessa cat-called. "You sure do know how to make an entrance! That. Is. So. HOT!"

"Come here," Vanessa beckoned, straining for a reason to get Sonia close. "Let me adjust this a bit."

It was Vanessa's turn to step behind Sonia in front of the mirror. She crouched just enough to reach the bottom of the teddy, her fingernails grazing Sonia's hips as she reached the fabric to pull it down. Tingles shot up Sonia's body and she released the tiniest gasp. Vanessa's hands snaked up Sonia's torso to pull down the underwire of the breast cups and Sonia shuddered. The mirror in front of them was the medium for the barely concealed lust they were beginning to share with each other. 

"Don't you think Vanessa would be more generous with my pleasure?" echoed in Sonia's mind as she slowly pressed Vanessa's hands down. What was getting into her? But god! She so wanted to find herself with Vanessa, intimately dressed to the nines. This is ridiculous. I don't like girls. I know what it is! She was my competition for Dave. I won. And I want more spoils. Oh crap. I gotta stop this!

Sonia turned and gave Vanessa quick kiss on the cheek, leaving a faint lipstick mark. She turned on the ball of her foot, declaring, "Okay. I have to change." Vanessa felt the stickiness of the lipstick and at that moment, resolved to leave whatever remnants were there. She desired to be marked.

"Y'know, I have some things that I haven't even worn yet. I do think though, I am going to get some more stockings and some shoes," Sonia was reluctantly eager to get them out of this erotically charged environment.

Vanessa was disappointed. "But, what about something sweet and girly for me?" she implored.

"Alright, let's look but, umm, I think I am going to stay out of the change room. 'kay?"

They flipped through the racks and found some flowy baby dolls. Vanessa picked two: one white and one pink. She also chose a white lace waist-cincher with garters and two pairs of nude stockings to complete the outfit. She had a feeling she'd be giving it a test drive this afternoon, after she got home. Sonia picked out some stockings herself and a pair of crotchless panties. 

The two girls carried on shopping, stopping at a nearby shoe store. After a quick browse, Sonia found some black, four-inch, ankle cuff pumps that she was dying to put into action with Dave. They left the store and Vanessa suggested they take a breather at a bar. 

"Alright, but it's my treat this time," Sonia agreed. "There's one just around the corner."

They found a circular booth and the two women sat toward the middle of the back with their bags on the outside ends of the bench. The waitress looked intently at Vanessa's cheek as they ordered. As she left, Sonia checked and saw the lipstick mark she had left in the lingerie store change room. She caught herself and said nothing, but their gazes lingered knowingly before they resumed chatting.

After their drinks arrived, Vanessa blurted, "How did you and Dave get together? What's he like in bed, or wherever you guys get down?"

Sonia almost spit out her drink at Vanessa's bold question. What would she say?

"Well, honestly? I had my heart set on Dave almost from the beginning of the school year. When I saw you two together, I was almost thrown out of the saddle. But then, well, uhhh, I saw that you two really didn't seem that close. So I decided to up my game a bit.

"Can I tell you a secret? He took me in his office on the last day of the semester," Sonia concluded in a whisper.

"I'm right! Fuck, and I gave him up?" Vanessa rebuked herself. 

"Oh goodie! Dish. Dish, please!" Vanessa fought past her disappointment, encouraged by the sexy Sonia telling the story.

"I don't kiss and tell, Vanessa. Okay, maybe just a little," Sonia giggled. "I was being a bad girl in class and Dave had to straighten me out. 

"But he didn't let me cum."

Vanessa was ready to blow a gasket by this time. The drinks, the play in the lingerie store and now, Sonia was confessing to just exactly what Dave had become. On top of that, they were still together and doing fabulously. Vanessa had the uncontrollable urge to squirm, obviously enough that Sonia noticed.

"You miss him, don't you?" Sonia asked compassionately.

"I need to be careful, but yes. I have grown to appreciate what I passed on and you, dear, show me exactly what that is."

Sonia placed her hand over Vanessa's on the table. Vanessa's eyes turned up to meet Sonia's then unexpectedly, Sonia leaned in to kiss Vanessa's unmarked cheek. Even more surprisingly, Sonia used her free hand to turn Vanessa's face and kissed her full on the lips. Vanessa didn't move, simply receiving the gift Sonia offered, before Sonia pulled slowly away.

"Vanessa, I really like you, way more than I expected. Make no mistake, I am going to keep you on a short leash. But..."

"Yes?"

"I have an idea. Would you like to help me with a birthday surprise for Dave?"



Fake It to Make It Ch. 06



Dave was constantly surprised by Sonia. In their six months together, she always kept him on his toes, and the lessons he learned from the blogs and other reading were often put to the test. Only occasionally did he have to step in and control; mostly he was satisfied letting her run with a scheme and was pleased with the outcome.

This news was in a whole different category.

"And I start Monday! I am so excited!" Sonia gushed over the news of the summer job offer she had just received.

Sitting in Sonia's apartment, they were enjoying a celebratory glass of wine that Sonia poured.

"I'm really proud of you little one, but are you sure you want to work there?" Dave frowned as he spoke. "At Vanessa's company? I've made some good connections before but never anything like this. And, it isn't in your field."

Just a week after Sonia and Vanessa's lunch date and with exams then completed, Vanessa surprised Sonia with the news that the pharmaceutical company she worked for had a summer position open up, helping to cover for vacationing employees. Vanessa had already put in a good word for Sonia and the interview she had that day had been a mere formality. It was entry level, of course, but the successful applicant would be exposed to many aspects of the business. Most of the job description was "other duties as required".

"It's not like I really have a field yet, anyway. I am a long way from a degree. But, the exposure will be great. I don't want to be one of those hapless nerds who have never done anything but physics or engineering or whatever," Sonia justified without having to stretch too much.

"But..." Dave interjected, pausing and not sure what to say.

"Vanessa? You two sure have become fast friends." This was the part that really concerned Dave. He was really fighting at this point to maintain his composure. Vanessa unexpectedly coming into the mix of their relationship was unnerving. His mind flashed through the memories of their meeting, the date they had had that very evening, and Vanessa's demands and encouragement that he take control that night as they fucked themselves silly. It was a turning point for him, realizing that women - at least the women he liked - would want a man to just simply take charge and not shy away from having his desires met. Sonia had balanced the equation, good little budding scientist that she was, showing how the comfort that he also offered created an intoxicating mix that would release a woman to be ferociously devoted and free.

Vanessa was responsible for Dave and Sonia getting together. Dave's fling with Vanessa was short-lived with one date followed by Vanessa letting him down, pretty damned easy, and nudging him toward Sonia. He wasn't aware that Vanessa had soon after developed some regrets about concluding their tryst. In fact, he had not seen or heard from her since that day. It was Sonia who was now enmeshed in some kind of weird, twilight zone friendship with his former lover. Any jealousy that he would have expected was nowhere to be seen.

"She is really amazing. I can't describe how we just, I don't know, relate. I know you too had a little something, but I am not jealous about it anymore."

Sonia thought better of telling Dave just yet of the stirring Vanessa and she had shared; there's a time for everything.

"Just remember. That doesn't give you license to be sniffing around, man-whore!" Sonia laughed as she tightly grabbed his crotch, snuggling into Dave as she finished.

Classes were now done for the summer and Dave spent the night with Sonia. In the morning, she got up to make coffee, then seeing him off as he went to the college to finish off the remaining administrative responsibilities he had left.

Sonia spent some time in the morning researching the pharmaceutical business. She connected with Vanessa on LinkedIn, made some recommended requests and joined some discussion groups there. She even found some blogs.

"People will write about anything these days!"

In the afternoon, she set to work planning Dave's birthday; it was now only a little more than a week away. She didn't really have a lot to do, but considering what she had in mind, she wanted it to be perfect. She planned a menu for the dinner in they would have, wrote out a shopping list, and schemed around just how to execute the plan she had in mind. That was going to be the important part of the celebration.

"Good lord, it's fun making these plans while I'm horny!" she thought to herself.

*

Monday morning came and it was Dave's turn to treat Sonia to coffee as she woke. 

"Rise and shine, little one! You've got a big day ahead," he greeted as she was rousing in her bed. He still didn't know what to make of this situation, but he wasn't going to get in her way. She was proving to him that she was becoming adept at managing her life. She managed an interesting balance of submission and confidence. With Dave, she left him in control, but outside of that she was developing very strongly. He really didn't think that he could have loved a woman as much as he loved Sonia. She made sure that he knew how much she loved him, too.

After a small breakfast and Sonia's shower, Dave sat on the bed watching Sonia dress. She was naked as she rummaged through her closet and dresser drawers. When she observed him casually stroking his cock, she played it up a bit: bending over to pick up the panties she dropped, exaggerating as she pulled pantyhose up her legs, and adjusting her tits in her bra. 

She kissed him as she was heading out the door, and whispered in his ear, "Whatever you do, don't touch yourself!

"Actually, go on my computer. There's a surprise for you there, lover." Then she left her apartment, sashaying almost comically as she walked down the hall.

Sonia's face filled the screen as he unlocked the laptop. The pause had left her with a goofy expression and Dave hit play. Doing her best Marilyn Monroe, Sonia sang

"Happy birthday, to you.

"Happy birthday, to you.

"Happy birthday, Mr. Pro-fessor.

"Happy birthday, to you."

"Dave, sweetheart. master. You've made me a very happy girl. It's not your birthday yet, but I want you to know that I have something very special in mind for you."

The view zoomed back to Sonia lying on the bed, in one of his favorite outfits. She encouraged him to stroke himself as she toyed her pussy and massaged her breasts. Dave complied, and soon came all over his belly. 

"Fuck, that girl drives me nuts.

"But wait. Who was operating the camera?"

*

"Dave is so lucky to have you, Miss Chase," Vanessa had gushed as Sonia got dressed.

"Listen, Vanessa. I am lucky to have him. I don't buy all this feminist shit about girls just being fabulous, blablabla, and he should worship at my altar. If I want that, I have to earn it. And frankly, I don't want it. He gives me what I want by being stronger. I don't know exactly why you passed on him, but I am so glad you did."

"Can I tell you another secret?" Vanessa had become concerned about where she was going, but she was drawn into Sonia's strength and felt a building need to reveal herself. "I had a hand in getting you two together, I think. When I saw you in his office that day, I knew you wanted him. Where do you want this camera?"

"I think right at the foot of the bed. I want to be able to zoom into just my face, but make sure it can capture the whole bed.

"Really, now," Sonia encouraged Vanessa to continue as she pulled on her corset.

"Yes. Maybe I wasn't quite thinking straight and since I was going to shut our little thing down anyway, I kind of used you to soften the blow. And you know what? EVERYTHING I said to him has come true. Maybe I should be buying lottery tickets!"

Sonia finished the last details and plopped herself on the bed, propped up on pillows. "How does that look?" she asked.

"Ummmm, delicious," Vanessa leered.

"I mean in the camera, skank!"

Even on the screen of the camera, Vanessa was aroused by the form Sonia presented on the bed. The pose itself was lady-like which only heightened the sensuality of the lingerie she was wearing. And yes, those ankle cuff heels were perfect.

"Doesn't matter, hon. You still look delicious. Are you ready?"

"Yep. Okay, start that thing. And don't move it, only zoom. I have a story for that if he notices." Sonia composed herself and delivered her script.

"Alright. Cut!" she declared when she was done. "How was that?"

"It made me consider a career in academia. Is that all you needed help with?" Vanessa was angling for more, anything Mistress Chase would offer.

Mistress Chase? 

"Well, yes. Can I get you a glass of wine?" Sonia's next phase of the plan was starting to bear fruit. "Stay there. I'll be right back."

Vanessa remained standing as Sonia went to her kitchen and poured a glass of Errazuriz Chardonnay for each of them.

Vanessa felt a hint of swooning as Sonia gracefully reappeared, still in her lingerie. She reached for the glass that Sonia offered, and raised her glass in response to the toast that Sonia offered.

"To fast friends."

"I really hope that isn't all it is," Vanessa counter-toasted.

Back at the mall, Vanessa had made a conscious effort to just roll with Sonia's control. Here in her bedroom, Vanessa was all but submitted to Sonia. It was a bittersweet revelation to her. She knew that Sonia was attracted to her, and damn, she had invited her to help with this sexy photo shoot for her boyfriend - no, make that "master" - who she also craved.

Yes, "Mistress Chase" suits me just fine. 

Sonia turned up her hand and raised it to beckon Vanessa. Vanessa put her hand in Sonia's and followed her to the bed, where they sat side by side on the edge.

"Vanessa, do you remember me saying I liked you more than I expected?"

"Yes."

"And do you remember me also saying I need to keep you on a short leash?"

"Yes." Vanessa almost let "Mistress" escape. It wasn't time for that yet.

Sonia's free hand was on Vanessa's back as they sat. With only the slightest pressure of her fingertips, her hand moved up under Vanessa's hair to the back of her head.

"Look at me," Sonia gently commanded as she turned Vanessa's head.

Vanessa's eyes became soft, betraying the expectation of what was coming. She had no idea, but she could only hope.

Sonia leaned her forehead to Vanessa's and kissed her lips, brushing them with her tongue. Leaving her hand on her head, she then sipped some more wine.

"I am going to take a big risk here and I hope I don't find that I've misplaced my trust in you."

Sonia paused for effect, letting her words sink in. Vanessa bathed in them as she listened.

"I have maybe gone a little farther with you than I should, on my own. I have an offer, but there is a catch. Or two. Shall I continue?"

Vanessa's voice was caught in her throat as she begged, "Yes, please."

"Nothing is going to happen between you and me..."

Sonia paused again.

"Without Mr. Hunter."

Sometimes, Sonia impressed herself. Her formal invocation of her lover not only placed him in control over Sonia, but clearly indicated the same expectations for Vanessa. Sonia knew that she was exceeding her granted authority in what she was proposing; she was pretty sure that Mr. Hunter would be pleased, but there would be repercussions. And those repercussions would be glorious.

"And nothing will happen between you and Mr. Hunter, without me."

Having received both messages, Vanessa was delirious at the thought of coming under the wing of these two beautiful creatures. If the proposition worked the way it was sounding, she would be able to enjoy the best of both worlds. She would wholeheartedly embrace both the proposition and conditions. She didn't even know what they all were.

Sonia began stroking Vanessa's hair and continued, "I am requesting that you be part of Mr. Hunter's birthday celebration. It will be just you, me and him. Would you like that?"

Vanessa recognized Sonia's request as sacrifice, risk, and a desire to ravish and be ravished by and with Vanessa. Sonia was showing herself as an intoxicating mix of strength and femininity; she was not cruel and that foundation had to be built by someone. Vanessa was now free to speak her volumes of emotions in two simple words.

"Yes, mistress."

Oh. My. God. That's what hearing that feels like. 

Sonia's pussy gushed at this new revelation from Vanessa. While she had obviously taken the lead, she hadn't expected that kind of submission. It left her reeling and seeking to obtain and deliver validation. Still sitting upright, she embraced Vanessa, kissing her. Vanessa was completely open to Sonia's advance and received Sonia's tongue into her mouth. In that very moment, it was the only right thing to do for both of them. They lingered, slowly pulling apart as their tongues strained to remain united against the wills of their hosts.

"We are going to pay for that," Sonia rebuked herself and Vanessa.

"Do I get to tell him, or do you?" came Vanessa's playful response.

Sonia laid out the simple plan for Vanessa. Vanessa simply nodded and agreed, happy to let this woman take the burden for her pleasure.

*

Dave's birthday was a Monday, so it was a very easy sell for Sonia to propose that they celebrate on the Saturday before. With Sonia now working, this would relieve her concerns about having to get up early and Dave was more than happy to oblige. They would enjoy an early dinner together at Dave's house and at about 7:00, Dave's friends Jim, and Jerry and his wife would be coming for drinks along with Carol and another school friend of Sonia's, Michelle.

At 1:00, Sonia shooed Dave and Jim out of the house to go to the shooting range so she would have time to prepare everything. For his part, Jim only knew that Dave thought he was invited later. Sonia only told him that she had a special surprise for Dave that was kind of private. Jim played along, talking up to Dave just how shit-faced they were going to get that night.

Enjoying a beer at the pub after the range, the topic of discussion was determined to turn toward Sonia.

"Man, that's one hell of a woman you got there, Davey. Where was I when a geezer like you found her?" Jim was jealous of this conquest, but despite Dave's testimony, Jim wouldn't put in the work to get there.

"Come on man, I am only turning thirty-eight! But hey, right place at the right time." Dave wasn't going to rub salt in Jim's wounds.

Dave changed the subject to guy small talk. After two beers, they decided it was time to go. Jim ostensibly had to get ready for the party, as did Dave.

"Alright man, looking forward to pounding a few back with you tonight! You still have the Don Julio, right?" Jim was putting it on for Sonia's benefit. He didn't know what she had in mind, but he sure wanted his friend to be the lucky recipient. What are friends for?

"Yeah. Take care. We'll see how you behave before the tequila comes out."

*

Sonia had enlisted Vanessa to help get ready. It was Vanessa's job to do some cleaning and to freshen up the bed, while Sonia finished dinner preparations and set the table for three, knowing that she would keep Dave from the dining room until it was time. 

Sonia asked Dave to not be home before 5:00 because she wanted everything perfect. At 4:00, the two girls went about getting themselves prepared. Sonia showered first while Vanessa arranged both of their planned outfits. Sonia had decided on a "Mad Men" theme for the dresses, mostly because she had something that fit the bill and assumed Vanessa would too. It would be a sexy 50s housewife look, complete with pearls, push-up bras, heels and seamed stockings. Before getting dressed, Sonia laid out a suit, shirt and tie for Dave. She was melting at the thought of her own loving Christian Grey, having his way with the two of them.

Vanessa was in the guest room finishing dressing when Dave arrived home. Sonia rushed to greet him, kissing him and asking about the range. She sent him upstairs to prepare as she had arranged, but also warned him to stay away from the guest room. She was sure his curiosity was piqued, but was confident he would trust her enough to not snoop. 

As Dave left his bedroom, he was struck by a strange but familiar fragrance. What was it? "Must be something new that Sonia bought."

Dave went downstairs to the aroma of a richly seasoned roast lamb. Hearing the tink of glasses and some indiscernible whispers, he wondered who might be at the house. No one was supposed to arrive until 7:00. His footfalls on the tile announced his arrival to the kitchen and the noise stopped.

Before he reached the kitchen and before he could speak, Sonia rushed into Dave's arms to kiss him.

"Happy Birthday, master" Sonia was setting the tone for the evening.

"Thank you, Miss Chase. I heard some noises. What's going on?"

"Well, Mr. Hunter. You see, ummmm, well, I decided to invite another guest. Let's call it a reunion of sorts. I hope you like." Sonia's response was barely held together and the stammering was only partly effected.

At that moment, Vanessa stepped into view from the corner by the pantry.

"Happy Birthday, Dave," she greeted, with both apprehension and seduction written across her face.

"Sonia! I ask again: what's going on?"

Sonia was determined to see this through. "You see, Mr. Hunter, I thought it would be good to share this birthday, your first birthday with me, with someone we both knew: not just bring our separate friends together."

It may not have been the smartest thing for Sonia to do and Dave supposed he would deal with her later. Right now, he rationalized that HIS girlfriend brought HIS former lover to HIS house to celebrate HIS birthday. And damn, she was sexier than he remembered. The two of them together were amazing. Might as well enjoy the spoils of being an awesome guy!

"Vanessa, it's so good to see you. You look incredible," he enthused, for effect, as he moved in to hug her. 

Aaaahhh, that's the fragrance. I knew I remembered it. 

"I've missed you, Mr. Hunter," she whispered loudly enough for Sonia to hear as she kissed his cheek; there would soon be no secrets between the three of them and she wasn't going to start any new ones. "And my, my, my. Don't you look devilishly handsome."

Yeah, that's an erection. No guilt: it's Sonia's fault. 

Sonia was quick to come into the reunion, more as an ongoing message to Vanessa than to Dave. "He does look delicious, doesn't he?" Sonia was getting aroused and eager to claim her territory in front of this friendly threat. She was also escalating the frame of the evening as she lewdly kissed Dave in front of Vanessa.

"This is a weird surprise, but ladies, how about we drop the formalities, 'kay?"

"Yes, Dave," Sonia agreed.

For now. 

Dinner was remarkably fun with Dave telling tales of ridiculous exam answers and stupid frat boys at the college. Sonia and Vanessa talked about their adventures at the pharmaceutical company. Through the course of dinner, Sonia was openly caressing and stroking Dave, and making a lot of overtly sexual innuendos. Vanessa was also flirting with him across the table. 

They were nearly done their second bottle of wine when Sonia interrupted the revelry. "Vanessa, would you leave the room, please? I have something I need to talk to Dave about." This was Vanessa's cue for the next part of the plan.

"Of course, dear. Don't leave me out too long though," she winked as she got up from the table. Inside, she was fearful. This was the riskiest part of the whole plan. She climbed the stairs, making her way to the guest bedroom, to further prepare herself.

As Vanessa left the room, Sonia fell into her Miss Chase persona. "How do you like your party so far?"




Fake It to Make It Ch. 06



"You are full of surprises, sweetheart. I am not sure what to make of this, but I am having fun. Thank you."

"I am surprised at how fond I am of Vanessa. I knew it was a big risk bringing her here, but I thought that she was the only one I knew who would actually be as much of a gift to me as to you."

A gift? 

"Mr. Hunter, I have a confession to make."

Dave was immediately on guard. Why would she choose this occasion, when they had guests in the house?

"Go ahead, little one." Dave adopted a stern tone.

"Ummm, well, it's like this. I have really enjoyed spending time with Vanessa."

"Not much of a confession. Carry on."

"I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize your and my relationship. Well, maybe I have. But I will accept any correction you have for me."

Dave sat up taller in his chair as he listened. If Sonia presented herself like this, it was assuredly pretty big.

"We, Vanessa and I, have become very attracted to each other."

Holy shit! 

"Go on."

"But here's the thing," Sonia leaned in to whisper. "She's also stuck on you. Honestly, I don't know who she's more attracted to. What I do know is, and this is kind of weird..."

"This is no time to pause," Dave urged.

"She calls me 'mistress'."

Dave coldly stared at Sonia as a wave of conflicting thoughts crashed over him. At front and center was the vision of his little one, standing with a riding crop over the submissive Vanessa. This thought brought anger that Sonia had the capability to cheat on him. His cock was already hard at the thought of his girlfriend and former lover tangled with each other, but this was another level.

Whether she knew it or not, Sonia was testing him far beyond anything he had read about. This made "I thought you were gay" seem like an invitation to fuck.

"Mr. Hunter, when I am with her, it's as though I channel you. And she likes it. She was grateful to be a part of your birthday celebration. I think she would have done anything I asked to be here - with me AND with you. And you know what? I like it, too."

"Little one. Stop."

"Yes, sir."

"You have raised a lot of concerns for me. We have more talking to do about this, but it is going to wait until tomorrow. I am not going to have my birthday ruined. As for you? Stand up."

"Yes, Mr. Hunter," Sonia complied. Her heart and libido were doing flip-flops at the prospect of what was to come.

"I do not like you going behind my back. Take off your dress, bend over, elbows and palms flat on the table."

"But, Mr. Hunter. What about Vanessa?" Sonia didn't want to show her hand just yet.

"Do as you're told."

Sonia unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was left standing in only a snow-white corselette, with fully fashioned stockings attached and her new pumps on her feet. No matter the circumstances, Dave could always be turned on by his little one. This was no exception, and delivering punishment with a rock hard cock was always exquisite. The evening's sexy attention already had him wallowing in visions of his first threesome. It was a given that would happen.

Miss Chase positioned herself with anticipation. Mr. Hunter stood at her side, his hand on her ass. After an endless pause, she felt his hand leave her firm cheeks and she braced herself for what was to come. 

"No. Clear the table and go get Vanessa. I want her just like you are right now." Dave was flying by the seat of his pants in this. His own limits were being tested.

Releasing a tightly held breath, Sonia relaxed against the table before standing. "Yes, Mr. Hunter."

She took the plates to the kitchen and with a mischievous smile, turned and made her way upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Dave scrambled with how to play this scene he was presented with. He had to send a message to Sonia, but somehow, he knew this all was part of a plan. Based on his last conversation with Vanessa, he was surprised that she was here. Based on that same conversation, he knew he would need to up his game. If anyone was going to be dissatisfied with this evening, it would be him and he would kick Vanessa to the curb for it. This was assuredly the least likely outcome. He was being played, even if it was to his benefit, and he had to regain control. He knew what to do.

Miss Chase returned, leading Vanessa by the hand. My god, the view was exquisite: both women with heads tilted down but meeting his gaze, looked perfect. It was a scene that Dave couldn't even have manufactured - two pairs of long, lean legs clad in stockings and perched on heels, delicious lingerie hugging their forms, makeup perfectly done, looking expectantly to him for what was to come next. In another life, he would have paid a lot for this.

"It occurs to me, Vanessa, that until now, I didn't care to know your last name. What is it?" Dave began.

"It's 'James'..." Vanessa replied with a pause, not sure how to finish. "Sir."

"Come to me, Miss James."

Releasing Sonia's hand, Vanessa stepped toward Dave. Alternating his gaze between the two women, he took Vanessa's hand. 

"First, I want you to know that this has been a great evening. Your presence took me by surprise, but Miss Chase planned what could be a very fun time. Are you grateful for a friend like her?"

"Yes, I am, sir," Vanessa kept it simple, glancing between the couple with a reserved smile.

Mr. Hunter extended his hand to Miss James' hip and drew her toward him. She stepped gracefully into him, as Mr. Hunter checked to see Miss Chase, enrapt in what was playing out before her.

"Thank you for being here," Mr. Hunter declared as he pulled Vanessa's face to his and kissed her full, immediately invading her mouth with his tongue. His hand moved to her ass, pulling her pelvis to his, and she felt the obvious protrusion of his hard-on against her. As Dave kissed her, he glanced at Sonia, not for approval, but to send a message. He was angry with her but incredibly horny and he would trump her little indiscretions with Vanessa.

"I've missed you too, Miss James," he belatedly replied to her earlier greeting.

"You two girls have betrayed me. Little one, show our guest how I want you."

Sonia wasn't sure exactly what Dave meant, but she wasn't going to question. If she was wrong, well, she would deal with it. She took Vanessa by the hand and led her to the dining room table and assumed the posture she was in before she retrieved Vanessa. Vanessa positioned herself identically beside Sonia. 

"Spread your legs and separate yourselves."

The two girls shimmied so their legs parted and there was a gap between their bodies. Dave moved behind them, hooking Sonia's ankle with his foot and crossing it over Vanessa's. Straddling their crossed legs, Dave stood between the two girls.

As Sonia glanced back, Dave corrected her. "Heads down."

"Miss Chase, your impulsiveness is a problem. I wouldn't have guessed that your eyes would turn from me so easily, especially after you performance not too long ago."

Smack!

Vanessa winced, not expecting the sting on her bottom. Both girls shuddered at the sharp crack. 

"Miss James, you aren't without blame here. You sought her out, knowing her position with me."

A sharp report echoed in the dining room as again, Vanessa's ass succumbed to Dave's punishment.

Sonia was fully aware of Dave's neglect, and she was equally, if not directly, chastised by the lack of attention. 

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Vanessa was accustomed to such treatment and craved it from the right master. She knew from the outset as she fell for Sonia that this would be the outcome. Sharing a loving punishment with Sonia was an excruciating bliss as she recoiled into the table with each percussion against her well formed ass.

Sonia silently pleaded for the mercy of Dave's attention, even his punishment. It was calculated on Dave's part; he wouldn't leave her long. He would ensure she received the message though.

"Miss James. Go sit in the living room."

Vanessa pushed herself up off the table and stood, rubbing Sonia's back for a moment. 

Dave grabbed her wrist. "That's not your job. Leave."

Vanessa left the room as Dave leaned down to Sonia's head without touching her. "Bringing someone else here was very risky, especially someone you're so fond of. But you were aware of the risk, weren't you?"

"Yes, sir, Mr. Hunter."

"It seems you still need me to keep you in line, then," Dave hinted at more than just what was to come.

Sonia underlined the hidden message, "Mr. Hunter, please. I was impulsive, but I only really want you! I wanted to make you happy on your birthday!"

Dave believed every word she was saying. He knew that she was aware of the risk and he knew she took that risk for him. Still, she needed correction.

Smack! Smack! The force of his hand reddened each cheek.

"I give you a lot of leeway, little one. You disrespected me by not bringing something so significant to me."

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Dave was holding back, but only a little.

Sonia was near tears, but not only from the pain. Her beloved master was taking the time on her alone to deliver his message. The whole of the message was not lost on Vanessa, either. She could hear some of what was occurring and understood that not only was Dave punishing Sonia, but that he was underlining their relationship. Sonia was in no danger; what about her, though?

Dave leaned down to Sonia's head as he stroked her tender ass. Knowing that he would be heard by Vanessa, he asked, "Who owns you, little one?"

"You do, Mr. Hunter."

"Do you like being my possession, my slut, Miss Chase?"

"Oh god, yes sir!"

"Good answer." Dave moved behind her.

Sometimes, he loved this role.

Sonia heard the familiar zip and clink of Dave's pants coming off. She felt her panties pulled to the side and his dick thrust into her. 

"Please me, little one."

In her position, there was precious little that Sonia could do, so she began twerking her ass against him. She rocked her plump globes against his pelvis, while he stood motionless. The alternating wet pressures against all sides of Dave's cock was very satisfying as he fantasized about what the evening would bring. This fuck was about HIS cock in HER cunt, not so much about the pleasure, and he was formulating just how things would proceed.

Backing away, Dave removed his dripping, shiny cock and leaned into Sonia again. This time though, he whispered in her ear. 

"Miss Chase, you've shown that you have your own strengths. I think it is time I let them out to play. Would you like that?"

"I think so, Mr. Hunter."

"You're a caged tigress. You'll know when I release you. I am sure you won't disappoint. Understood, Mistress Chase? "

Sonia became giddy in anticipation of Dave's direction. "Of course, sir. Very clearly," she whispered back.

"Get up. Straighten yourself up. We have a guest to entertain."

The two of them composed themselves. Sonia wished for a portrait at that moment as she took his arm and the two of them walked to the living room. She adopted a seductive swagger, eagerly becoming an implement in the scene that was about to unfold.

Vanessa sat on the sofa, awaiting their return. She was awestruck at the beauty of the two of them; Sonia's confidence was a reflection of the deference she offered Dave. 

"Miss James, come here, beside Miss Chase," Dave had to be careful now in how he addressed his little one. 

Vanessa stood, her eyes fixed on Dave and Sonia, then moved toward them. Dave dropped Sonia's arm from his, allowing the two women to stand side by side. 

"You two have made for a decent birthday celebration." Despite the presence he was projecting, Dave himself was busting a nut with the thought of his first threesome. He could barely contain his anticipation, but held firm to his frame.

Decent? 

"The night's still young. It's one thing to tell me you're repentant about your deceptions; show me. Little one?"

"Was that her cue?" Sonia thought. No, Mr. Hunter was more clear. She came close to Dave, dropped to her knees, and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. The fragrance of her own pussy on him assailed her.

"You too, Miss James."

Sonia began stroking and licking Dave's cock as Vanessa knelt beside her. Sonia was again asserting her place with Vanessa. She was excited at the thought of sharing Dave with Vanessa, but Dave was her master and Vanessa needed to be reminded.

Sonia still knew why she brought Vanessa there; after a teasing deep throat, she gripped Dave's dick and pointed it at Vanessa. At this point, she wasn't released, so it was only a suggestion, but Vanessa eagerly accepted the invitation. 

At the moment of grasping it, Vanessa realized just how much she had missed Dave. She was eager to lavish attention and make up for her impulsiveness with both of them. First, she looked to Dave, her big smoky eyes pleading for approval. Dave caught and held her gaze, then looked at Sonia, leading Vanessa to the mistress of the house. 

Vanessa pulled back, still gripping Dave and looked at Sonia. "May I speak?"

Sonia didn't answer, and simply put her hand to the back of Vanessa's neck to urge her onto Dave's cock. Vanessa was greedy to show her repentance and took Dave deep before bobbing her head with the encouragement of Sonia's hand still on her head. 

Vanessa looked to Dave, then Sonia, and back again as she hungrily sucked on Dave. She hadn't known what she was missing and was now grateful to be brought into their circle.

As she continued to suck, Dave spoke. "Mistress Chase." Sonia's ears perked.

Was this it? 

"A couple of weeks ago, you showed me just what you're capable of. Show our guest your strengths."

Sonia was about to burst with excitement and she wanted to hear more from Dave. Taking a breath before she spoke, she realized she didn't need that confirmation. It was clear: Mistress Chase was free to consume her prey.

"Show me all of your strengths, little one. I am going to sit and watch. Oh, as you see fit, mistress and miss: too many syllables. We're all friends here."

Sonia scrambled at how to move this along. She was still acting in Dave's authority here, with freedom. But thinking back to her actions with Dave and comparing them to her intimate times with Vanessa in the mall and her bedroom, she was satisfied that her first experience with a girl would be more feminine. She had no reason to 'punish' Vanessa and she wanted to give Dave a good show. And she really wanted to get a good taste of Vanessa. 

"Keep sucking, Vanessa. I want his cock on your breath." It was new territory for Sonia. She teased and stroked Vanessa's hair as the blonde bobbed up and down in Dave's dick.

After a short time, Sonia tugged at Vanessa's bra strap, urging her to stand. As she rose, Sonia put her hand firmly on Vanessa's ass and pulled her in. They kissed freely: Sonia drawing Vanessa closer, Vanessa furtively running her hands over Sonia's back. 

Sonia reached deeper to press her fingers between Vanessa's ass cheeks, then walked Vanessa backward toward Dave.

"She has such a nice butt, but then you already knew that, didn't you?" she taunted. "Vanessa, be a good slut and let the birthday boy taste your cake."

Sonia tugged at Vanessa's shoulders, bending her down and thrusting her ass at Dave's face. Vanessa shivered with delight at the feather touch of his tongue over the full length of her parted crevice and at the memory of how he had assailed her like this once so long ago. How he had demanded her ass and relentlessly devoured her was the single most vivid image she had from that night. Now, she was succumbing to two demands and began to shake at the sensations of a mouth on her cunt and the gentle nudging pressure and caress of Sonia's hands on her shoulders. 

Sonia wasn't going to let her off too easy, though. Sensing too much pleasure too soon, she pulled Vanessa upright then bent down to kiss Dave, capturing the faint scent and taste of Vanessa's wanting pussy on his mouth.

I think I'm gonna like this. I'm getting some myself. 

"Vanessa, undress him. He's going to need it. Then, get on the couch. Show me something pretty," she directed Vanessa.

The practiced Vanessa was a picture of sensual grace as she nimbly undid buttons and relieved Dave of his suit. She sashayed to the couch, propped a pillow in the corner, and reclined herself, presenting a perfect picture of pinup models from days gone by. Tipping her head down slightly, she silently implored Sonia for what was next.

"Very good." Sonia was more than just appreciative but she wasn't going to gush just yet. "How about you show me what you chose for panties?"

In a display that almost caused Dave to cum, Vanessa drew her long, stocking-clad legs toward her chest, kicking one, then the other calf toward the ceiling. Peeking out from behind her thighs at both Dave and Sonia, she slowly fanned her straight legs in an abject display and presentation of her body to her two new lovers.

Sonia took this as an opportunity. Stepping toward her, she first reached to caress Vanessa's leg. In the heat of sexual excitement, she had a greater appreciation for Dave's near fetish for stockings and pantyhose. The sensation of the finely woven nylon against her fingers, when on a woman other than herself, was like a caress to her.

Vanessa shuddered in response to Sonia's fingernails gently grazing up the back of her calf as the brunette moved close to embrace her leg. The contrast of her smoothly finished leg against Sonia's white satin garment kept her fixed on the scene.

Sonia was really out of her depth in her first encounter with a woman, but she kept her composure. Vanessa was not passive in her submission and recognized the uncertainty Sonia experiencing. Vanessa began rocking her leg from the hip against Sonia's body. 

Sonia felt this movement against her lower tummy and pelvis and was inspired. With one leg, she knelt directly between Vanessa's splayed legs, her thigh pressing hard on Vanessa's creamy, panty-covered pussy. She pushed the leg she was restraining against Vanessa's chest and straddled the back of her thigh.

Vanessa smiled devilishly at the outcome of her prompt. "You've got me where you want me; what are you going to do with me?"

Sonia was aching now; the brief fuck in the dining room had only whetted her appetite. She planted her wet pussy against Vanessa's thigh, right at the stocking band. She drove her own thigh against Vanessa's pussy and began to rock against her.

Dave was in awe at his little one: Mistress Chase, indeed. From his vantage point, he could see Sonia from behind, her stature imposing over Vanessa's supple form. It looked like a tricky maneuver, but she was able to begin grinding both of their pussies simultaneously. The sensual undulation he was witnessing caused his cock to twitch and he began casually stroking as he wallowed in the erotic scene.

Both girls thrust their pelvises into each other. A clear-eyed Vanessa intently took in Sonia's rapturous face as the brunette leaned more deeply into her. Sonia was struggling to maintain the glorious thrust against her cunt as she brushed lips with Vanessa. Sonia was near orgasm and the kiss was more like sharing breath as her lips trembled against those of her lover. As her pleasure began to overtake her, Sonia submitted to it and thrust upright against Vanessa's thigh. Vanessa held her hands as Sonia began to shake, crying out a stream of "oh-my-god"s while her orgasm peaked.

Breathing heavy, she stood clutching Vanessa's leg. Recovering from her trance, Sonia drunk in the beautiful face before her. She caught a movement in the corner of her eye and was reminded of Dave behind her. She turned to glance toward him and was greeted with the view of him stroking and a nod encouraging her.




Fake It to Make It Ch. 06



"That was fucking awesome," Sonia declared as she fully knelt between Vanessa's legs. 

Sonia ran her hands up and down Vanessa's body, her legs, her tits, and stopped as she grasped her face and kissed her deeply. "You. Are. Perfect."

Vanessa was pleased. She had never been taken quite like that by a woman before and found the vision and sensations to be exquisite. She wasn't about to let up on what she helped create. "Mistress, it was a pleasure to see you cum like that. How else can I please you?" she hammed it up, but only for effect. She wanted this to be good and would encourage Sonia any way she could.

"As I recall, you had a bit of a hand in this deception we undertook, naughty girl." She looked at Dave to underline her thought. "I think...I think I need to give that slutty cunt a talking to. First though, let's do something about those tits."

Vanessa leaned forward and Sonia pulled the straps of the baby doll over her shoulders freeing her beautiful round globes. Inside, Sonia laughed at herself thinking that she'd have at most been disinterested just a couple of months ago. Here and now, she delighted at their firm shape and the lewd little nipple points. Cupping both breasts, she openly marveled at them, then offered a kiss, then a lick, then a suck. She was hooked.

Dave had to get a better view and he walked to their side. He never expected this in real life and the view was incredible. His little one was crouched over a near goddess, devouring her tits. The two girls looked at him. Sonia focused her attention on the right breast, freeing the one nearest Dave. She curled her finger toward him in invitation. 

Vanessa was captivated at the scene of the two of them over her. Two assailants, opposite in their tactics, having their way with her. Sonia's lighter touch was amplified by the sheer beauty Vanessa experienced as the brunette toyed with her. Dave's more assertive and rough handling was a more physical sensation that reached to her pussy.

Sonia nudged Dave away as she began kissing down Vanessa's tummy. She then got off the couch, again on her knees. Kissing her way along Vanessa's legs - "Oh, that sensation on my tongue!" - Sonia was talking herself over her last hurdle. There was no question she would dive in; forgive a girl for having some last minute resistance to eating her first pussy. Nonetheless, she always enjoyed when Dave teased on his way to his goal so she kissed and nibbled at Vanessa's bare skin, keenly aware of the panty barrier. 

She reached underneath Vanessa to shimmy the silky scrap of fabric from off her body. Vanessa complied by raising her bent legs, then gracefully opening herself to Sonia as the panties were pulled off her legs. With a laugh, Sonia threw them at Dave. She was still buying time.

Sonia resolved to just go for it. She kissed and licked the bare skin at the top of Vanessa's thighs, finding herself bathed in the aroma that she got a hint of from Dave. She nudged in closer to lick around the Mons, soothing Vanessa who visibly relaxed. She rested her heels on Sonia's back, another site that caused Dave to start pumping his dick.

Sonia's wet tongue grazed Vanessa's pouty lips; a tremor went through Vanessa's body. She tugged at the labia with her lips; Vanessa's legs pulled her lover in tighter. Emboldened by the response, Sonia thrust her tongue deeply inside; Vanessa squealed with pleasure. Drawing her tongue up the wet slit, Sonia prodded the blonde's clit; Vanessa thrust her pelvis into Sonia's face.

"That's it lover. Fuck me with your mouth," Vanessa encouraged.

The flesh of her tongue seemed to unite with the smooth, lush, wet folds of Vanessa's pussy. She pressed in deeply to bathe her mouth in Vanessa's juices. This indeed was a good thing. Sonia's teasing gave way to a hunger to overcome her quarry and she was still aware of her goal to give Dave a good show. She grasped the back of Vanessa's thighs and quickly pushed her knees to her chest, feet and calves flailing before coming to a vertical rest.

"Both hands. Spread yourself open for me." 

Vanessa brought her hands down to tug at her labia, exposing a pretty pink cavern to Sonia. Sonia was now fully captivated by her friend, pouring her lust over this pussy. It seemed natural as to how to provide the maximum pleasure she could. She adjusted her position to give full attention to Vanessa's clit while she used her fingers to tease, then invade Vanessa's cunt. Vanessa glanced toward Dave, giving him a very satisfied leer, mouthing a "thank you" as her eyes glazed over.

Dave desperately wanted to cum as this perfect pornographic vision assaulted him. Vanessa's shapely legs now draped over his kitten, they presented the picture of lipstick-lesbian brides, clad in their white lingerie and still in their stockings and heels. But, damn, there was no way he was going to jerk off with these two vixens there in the flesh. He would, however, have a serious load to deliver to them when the time came.

Vanessa's legs tensed against Sonia as she was pushed to the brink of orgasm. The two girls rocked in rhythm to Vanessa's convulsions, the performance scored by both girls' cries of pleasure and satisfaction.

By this time, Dave was focused on the lurid goal of tasting another woman's juices off of his pet; it was time for him to enter the fray. He walked to the girls' side and grasped the strap of Sonia's corselette, pulling her to her feet. He purposely left Vanessa's leg between them as he took hold of Sonia. 

"You've been having entirely too much fun, little one. Let me taste what it was like for you."

Just the thought of where his girl's mouth had been was an aphrodisiac; as he kissed and licked at her, he was crushing his cock against Vanessa's thigh in their embrace. Vanessa looked on in anticipation as Dave removed her shoe and began toying her foot with his tongue. She gasped as he presented that same foot to Sonia for them both to attend to. Her splayed toes were easy targets to suck, despite the nylon barrier. Ignoring her mock protests and wriggling, Dave kept her foot firmly held.

By this time though, Sonia was craving Dave any way she could get him. She ordered Vanessa off the sofa and reclined herself there, pulling down the cups of the corselette to let her tits spill out.

With mock indignation, Sonia declared, "I'm feeling left out." Taking a breast in each hand, she presented them to Dave and Vanessa. "Use me," she pleaded.

Vanessa moved behind the arm of the sofa, playing with Sonia's tits and kissing up and down her face and neck. Creating an inviting valley of cleavage, she urged Dave closer and leaned over to drool into the cleft. Dave knew exactly what she was doing and straddled Sonia's tummy.

Sonia sighed with delight that Dave sought his pleasure with her first. "It looks like our guest has prepared you nicely, little one," he hinted, as he tapped his now throbbing cock over her tits and nipples.

He laid his thick member down, bathing it in Vanessa's spit, until it was completely hidden by Sonia's luscious mounds. As he pushed up, the tip was revealed to her and she gazed expectantly, seeking a hint of his satisfaction. She was rewarded with a gasp, then a thrust.

Vanessa remained with Sonia, cheek to cheek, as both girls held Sonia's tits in place. She was lost in the scene as Dave moved his lean body in a steady rhythm, grunting out the pleasure he had stored through the evening. 

"Fuck her tits! They're so gorgeous, I wish I could," she whispered. 

Sonia smiled at the thought. "Naaaahhh, real flesh for me."

Vanessa lifted her head to spit into the surrogate pussy Dave was pummeling. That picture alone was enough to push Dave to the limit. By that time, he didn't care. He would soon be ready again. 

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

He quickened his pace as his cock pulsed out streams of jism, covering Sonia's chest and her cleavage. 

Vanessa was eager to show solidarity with her lovers and leaned down to fondle Sonia's tits and then to lick off the cum. Sonia, not aware of Vanessa's intentions, sought to maintain control. "You share that with me," she reminded Vanessa.

"Oh, of course, mistress!" Vanessa playfully enthused. Taking as much on her tongue as she could, she presented her open mouth for inspection.

"That'll do quite nicely, slut. Feed me."

Hovering over them, Dave was drooling at the scene of his sexy women, behaving like cumsluts. He could see their swallows as Vanessa clamped her mouth on Sonia's in a voracious kiss. 

Vanessa repeated the cleaning, this time letting the goo slide off her tongue to drop in Sonia's mouth. 

Sharing Dave's cum with Sonia felt mystical to her. As she was about to make the last pass, the normally detached Vanessa was overcome with the consuming thought that she didn't want this new tryst to end. She thought she truly had found the best of all worlds in these two lovers: a glorious, lusty blend of cock and cunt and all that came with each of them. How could she bring Dave into this blood bond? Would either of them even get what she was demonstrating? At the last moment, she put aside a cum sharing idea and sensually kissed Sonia with the last drops.

Sonia herself was more than engrossed by the pornographic display. She couldn't imagine a better, sexier, and attentive partner with whom to share her man and to have her first experience with a woman. Vanessa had made it very easy. Receiving those last drops, she wondered if the older woman felt the same.

"Now, Mr. Hunter, it might be a little while before you can use that thing again," Sonia said. "I am wondering how the two of us might help you."

Dave thought for a moment. "Let's freshen up, get some more wine, and go to my bedroom."

Vanessa was the first to call dibs on the bathroom. Dave and Sonia went to the kitchen to pour each of them a water.

"Mr. Hunter, how are you enjoying your birthday?" Sonia tentatively asked. She knew he "enjoyed" himself, but did it go beyond physical pleasure?

Dave pulled her into him to kiss her. "You're still a bad girl, but yes, this has been amazing. You look good eating pussy," he winked. 

"Can we keep her?" Sonia teased, as though Vanessa was a puppy. Dave's cock rose to the attention of her caress. 

"I think I have a spare cage somewhere," Dave quipped. "Let's enjoy tonight."

Vanessa returned to the two of them kissing and made her way behind Dave to rub against him and to join Sonia at working his cock. Dave then turned the three of them into a mutual embrace, cupping the girls' asses and sharing tongues. The trio went upstairs to the master bedroom with wine and water in tow. 

Sonia needed the washroom before continuing and Dave suggested she get out of the corselette. Sonia agreed since it was cumbersome, but she wouldn't be letting Vanessa outclass her. 

Vanessa and Dave sipped wine while they waited. "I knew you'd be back. I didn't expect it to be quite like this," he exaggerated. 

Vanessa blushed. "You raised up a compelling argument in your 'little one'," she admitted. "I didn't tell her; I was looking for you at the school the day I ran into Sonia there. If you recall though, I did have a hand in getting you two together. There was no way I was going try and break you apart.

"She's fabulous, Dave. And so yummy. I hope it's alright if we all stay friends. She's already made the rules for that."

"That would give us three birthdays to celebrate. Yeah, I guess so," Dave pretended to concede.

"I am sure you've handled hardships before. You'll get used to it, poor baby," Vanessa said teasingly. 

Vanessa knew at that moment what it was she would do to impress upon Dave what her desires were. 

"Would you kiss me please, Mr. Hunter?" She was as earnestly submissive in her plea as she could muster. 

Dave could see Vanessa's request for what it was; as straight up as she came across, he also knew that there was a test buried in the submission. Simply giving her what she said she wanted could backfire. There was something different about her compared to their earlier encounter, but the underlying need was still obvious.

"Let's wait for Sonia. Come here." Dave hugged her deeply, caressing over her body, pulling her head to his chest.

"Don't mistake my kindness for weakness." That damned quote came back to haunt Vanessa. Dave could have done anything he wanted to Vanessa and she would have loved it, even been grateful; he chose to defer to Sonia. Vanessa's first reaction was "whipped". It immediately occurred to her however, that far from whipped, he was standing his ground. Vanessa was the welcomed guest, but still a guest. While still offering her the kind of strength she had recently begun to crave, he was protecting Sonia.

Sonia entered the room to find the two embracing, Vanessa with a cheek to his chest and slightly limp as Dave had his arms firmly wrapped around her. It seemed that she would fall if he let go. Sonia fought a twinge of jealousy. She reasoned that it could have been more than a hug and that she did bring Vanessa here so she let the suspicion fade.

Dave and Vanessa were greeted with the site of Sonia who had now changed into a simple black ensemble of sheer stay-up stockings and a lace tanga to accompany the ankle-cuff pumps. 

"Mistress, he made me wait. May I kiss Mr. Hunter?"

Sonia was visibly shocked as she unpacked the short request. She didn't know if Vanessa intended to convey the depth of the message she heard, but the tone and posture with which it was delivered were unmistakable: Vanessa was theirs and Sonia was pleased.

With a compassionate irony, Sonia responded, "Of course, little one."

Vanessa turned her face to Dave's. Dave glanced from Sonia, sharing a knowing and mischievous grin, then focused on Vanessa. Her kisses before had been inspiring, to say the least, but the hunger was plain as she gave herself to him.

Sonia was vicariously drawn into their kiss, witnessing the firm and passionate tenderness of her lover and the effortless eroticism of their guest. Her shape against him was a delicious complement and contrast. Sonia's arousal through the night had never abated, but now she was suffering a glorious aggravation at the site of Vanessa rubbing her stocking-clad legs against Dave.

"Alright you two, enough of this sweet shit. I'm fucking horny." Sonia strutted over to take a long slow lick from Vanessa's waist to her nipple. Finishing with a nip at the erect flesh, she prodded, "It's MY cunt that needs a talking to now, bitch. You think you got it in you?"

Sonia propped herself on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Vanessa strutted to between Sonia's legs, first cupping her breasts, then running her hands down to her thighs, and finally grasping her behind the knees. Standing tall, she mock-thrusted into the brunette.

Sonia shivered at the sight and sensation of Vanessa slithering down against her pussy. It felt to Sonia as though she was leaving a wet trail across Vanessa's skin. 

There was a hot breath on her wet flesh, then a tug on the gusset of her panties. Fingernails grazed her distended lips. A kiss on the lips, a flick of a tongue, and Sonia was tugging at the head of her new lover. Lost in the pleasure, Sonia gave in to her pelvis, letting it rock into the exquisite beauty lavishing her cunt. 

"So that's what Dave means when he says I am most beautiful with his cock in my mouth!" she thought as she marveled at the gorgeous face and blonde hair bobbing at her pussy.

As if cued, Sonia felt the persistent nudge of Dave's cock at her lips. She didn't know how good she would do but this opportunity wasn't to be missed. Opening her mouth, she received inch after inch of the smooth, rigid member that was seeking satisfaction from her. As Dave sawed in and out of her mouth, Sonia's moans were squelched while she received Vanessa's hungry attention to her pussy.

Seeing Vanessa's ass swaying and bobbing was too great a temptation. In fact, Vanessa had deliberately maintained the semi-vertical position to entice him. Dave bent down to kiss his girl's open mouth and got off the bed.

Sonia was snapped out of the pleasure; so many new things were happening. She was mentally prepared for the sight of her lover taking position behind this woman; that was a given. Still, seeing it in the flesh almost caused a panic. At first, she felt Vanessa jolt against her as Dave's head disappeared behind her ass. Then, Vanessa's grip on her thighs tightened as Dave tugged her ass into his face. Finally, the moans pulsed through Sonia's body and ears as Vanessa succumbed to the pleasure of face-fucking.

As Dave arose behind Vanessa, Sonia caught and locked eyes with him. A playfully determined look came over his face as he waved his cock over Vanessa's ass, drawing it down the cleft of her cheeks. Nudging the edge of her pussy, he firmly glided into the silky passage. Once embedded, he pushed hard bringing gasps and squeals from the two girls. 

Skilled as she was, Vanessa kept her attention on the morsel she was devouring. She had hoped to have Dave's individual attention, but she reveled in the idea that three of them could commune so erotically. It was fucking fantastic! 

The pressure of Vanessa's tongue against Sonia's clit pulsed in rhythm to Dave's thrusting. The grip on her thighs tightened as Vanessa held strong. Vanessa's makeup smeared from Sonia's juices and lusty grinding. 

Gripping Vanessa's waist cincher, Dave pounded hard, his now glistening cock relentlessly invading her tight channel. Amidst the grunts and moans, Sonia began to wail in ecstasy, orgasm rocking her body. She met the thrusts of Vanessa's face with her hips, bouncing and holding tight to the blonde's head. 

The sexy scene overcame Dave and he was aching to cum. Knowing his cues, Sonia voiced her approval. "You wanna cum in our slut? I think she deserves it. Cum inside her, lover."

Vanessa was encouraged. She dropped her attention to Sonia to vigorously fuck Dave back, bouncing her ass on his hips to the sucking sounds of her wet cunt being pummeled. Pressing her forward to the edge of the bed, she was forced over Sonia's heaving body. As the two women were kissing, Dave released his load into Vanessa with a growl. Vanessa squeezed his pulsing cock, milking him completely.

As it seemed he was fully released, the two girls turned their heads toward Dave. "Happy birthday, Mr. Professor," they chimed together.

Dave smiled back as he caught his breath, his cock still firmly embedded in Vanessa. "That was quite the show. I think I'll have you two back some time."

Vanessa indignantly pulled away from Dave, kicked off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed beside Sonia. She gave Dave an insolent, dirty look and then proceeded to kiss Sonia. "If he won't look after you, I will," she pleaded. Unable to keep up the ruse, they both laughed.

Dave joined them and they spent the next while chatting like friends, caressing and undressing. The girls really turned it on for Dave, draping themselves over him while they lay there, leaving no part of his body unattended and availing all of theirs to him. Remaining unspoken, but clearly demonstrated was the shared sense that all of their playfulness was emphasizing something new and deeper between the three of them.

None of this had come up in anything Dave had read and learned. "Maybe I should start a blog."

*~*~*~

It's been fun for me, writing about this evolution of a "noble player", I'll call him. This last chapter proved very challenging for me as I attempted to maintain a specific mindset through the birthday dinner and threesome and I hope it provided a satisfactory conclusion.

Alas, the lack of ongoing readership, let alone the dwindling feedback of any sort, means I'll leave Dave, Sonia and Vanessa to your imaginations.




Fake It to Make It Ch. 06



My next endeavor will be to satisfy the lascivious needs of a "customer", in the form of the continuing adventures of the voyeuristic Cheryl and her friends, this time Celeb-style.