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Self-Discipline

By: penandpaper



Missy is hard up. 

She's out of gas and stuck in this Podunk town of Arizona. She's sitting on her car hood, the August sun beating down on her, and all the while, the payphone next to her is mocking her. Out of gas. Out of money. Out of people to turn to. She'll be damned if she's going to call her parents. She could hear the conversation now:

"But your daddy gave you four hundred dollars. He gave you an extra two hundred just to be safe. How did you spend it all?"

She could lie, but her mom would know. Once her dad found out, he would tell her to come home. Tell her if she can't even make it out to California to go to school, then she has no business being out there in the first place. He would tell her she has to go to the community college. The one all her friends are resigned to going. No. She would not be embarrassed like that. Her friends saw her off in the biggest party they had ever seen. Missy had bought everything – with the money her dad gave her. They were supposed to collect money from everyone who came. Missy was drunk before the party even started. No one collected. She woke up in Danny's car about five in the morning. It was parked on the farm field his father owned. Almost everyone was gone. She was hangin'. She had to get home. She did. Without the money.

Now here she is stuck on some highway town, just like hers in Alabama without a dime to her name. No food. No water. No gas. And worse yet, she's been staring at the single guys checking into their hotel rooms for the past three hours. There was the room upstairs that had good looking guy rented. He was young and probably heading out to college as well. But, then his three buddies showed up. That ruined the deal. Then there was the old guy who had a beard down to his fat belly. She couldn't bring herself to do it. Then there was the perfect guy. A twenty-something short guy who seemed harmless. He smiled a lot and unpacked a lot of bags. He drove a Lexus SUV. Then his wife and kids got out. That ruined the deal. 

Dusk is approaching. Time is not on her side. A man exits his room. She hadn't seen him. He is middle aged. He looks like he keeps in shape. He's wearing a short sleeve button down shirt and shorts. He drives a new Honda. He has Cali plates. Some cartoony hat is covering his hair. It's now or never. Missy closes her eyes.

This will be a funny story, she thought. This will be one of those stories that you tell your girlfriends when you're all sitting around drinking cosmos, like those old girls in that show Sex and the City. This will be a story I keep from my husband. He's going to be rich, and I doubt I'll catch a guy like that, with a story like this. No, this will be the story that ten years from now, I'll say, "Well, I did what I had to do. I was in a jam, but it got me out of that pathetic little town didn't it?" All my girlfriends at the table will laugh, and gasp, and say, "Oh my god!" Then they'll all admire my courage. They'll look up to me, because I had it tougher than them. I didn't have the golden spoon that all of them had. I was born in a little town in Alabama.

"Hey," Missy says turning her southern accent into the charming one, not the stupid one.

The man turns. He's a little unshaven, and now that she's up close she can see he is more built than what she thought. The bag he is holding is causing his forearm to sprout veins like a dry leaf. It looks like Mr. Grendle's arm; her shop teacher from eighth grade. It's big, muscular, and hairy. 

"Hello," he says. His voice does not match his forearm. It is soft. Caring.

"I was wondering." Missy pauses here. If she is going to back out, it is now. Once she asks, it's done. She closes her eyes. It will be a funny story. No it won't. Maybe I could just ask for the money? Yea, right, like some stranger is going to give you two hundred bucks. You're in the adult world now. Stop asking for charity. Take matters into your own hands. It will be a funny story.

"Are you ok?" he asks. He is staring at her. Her blue eyes are concealed by a veil of courage.

"Yea. Sorry about that. I was wondering sir, if," deep breath, "you want some company tonight?"

The man takes a step back. His jaw is open a little and Missy knows what is running through his head: the same thing that ran through Mr. Skinner's head when he saw her out at the bar with her fake ID. They went home, even though he was her dad's friend. He couldn't keep his hands off her. They fucked. He was a lot better than Jason, Danny, or the guy she met in Indiana when she was visiting her cousin. He was short and thin, but he knew what he was doing. He was the best looking older guy she knew. He had just graduated. He was the "young guy" in her dad's Thursday night poker group. A lot of the seniors looked older than him. That's how this guy is looking at her.

"No," he says.

Missy opens her eyes. She didn't hear that correctly. She's sure of it. I mean, look at her. She's wearing a thin spaghetti strap shirt, and the bra underneath of a different color is pushing her B cleavage up. Her mini skirt shows off her tan legs. They look like she does track, but she doesn't. She is thin, but not skinny. Her stomach is flat, she has a beautiful face, everyone tells her that. Her teeth are perfect. Why, she only had to bat her eyes at her guy friends and they would trip over anything to help her out. Adam Nitti did her Algebra homework for an entire month, until he heard her tell her friends that he was gross. This guy must think I'm a cop.

"Listen," she says, "I'm not a cop."

"The answer is still no," he says. He turns.

"Look, mister. I don't know how to say this, but I'm kind of trapped here."

"I'll give you twenty dollars then," he is reaching into his pocket. To hell with twenty. She isn't going to sit out here and beg all of tomorrow just to make it to the next state.

"No," she says. "Please listen to me." He puts back his wallet and stands. His eyes are on her, but not like Mr. Skinner. He is trying to be sympathetic. The sun is beating down onto the black asphalt creating those heat waves that you see in the distant when you're driving, only these exist right next to you. Missy closes her eyes. She never did have much constitution when it came to the heat or cold. She asks if they could talk inside. The man reluctantly says yes.

He opens the door to the room. The AC is blasting making it feel like the Super Walmart freezer section on a hot summer day. He motions her to sit in those crappy little chairs in front of the cold blowing air. Her nipples are getting hard from the cold air. She thinks that's good. It'll give her an advantage. Missy looks down at the table. There's an old book there. It looks like the kind that smells like libraries and museums. It's brown. There's not even a picture on the front. It must be really old. Probably even has lice or some crap like that growing in it. Yea, books can have lice in them, right? It says Tennyson on the side. I wonder if that has anything to do with Tennessee or Mark Twain, since it looks old. 

"First of all," he says, "what's your name?"

"Missy."

"Missy, nice to meet you. I'm Greg."

"Nice to meet you Greg."

"Now, let me ask you why you're about to sleep with a complete stranger. Is it drugs?"

He is leading the conversation. It's not the way Missy pictured it. She is supposed to ask him, and then, him being a hard up older guy says yes. She'll demand all sorts of shit and he'll agree to everything, because she's young and hot. If every guy at school thought so, she knew that some middle aged perv would think so. 

"No, it's not drugs."

"Have you done this very long?"

"Me? No! For God's sake no! I've never done this. I'm not that way."

Greg raises an eyebrow. He wonders if she could hear herself, would she understand the hypocrisy of her statement. He doubts it. "Then tell me why you're doing this," he says. 

Finally, I get to lead this conversation. Now it will go as planned. 

"You see, I am heading out to school, you know, out in California."

"Which school?"

God, she wishes he would stop interrupting her. "A little school called USC." Her sarcasm had gotten her in a lot of trouble at school. It didn't seem to affect Greg. "I got admitted, but now I can't get out there."

"Why?" His voice is still calm.

"I was robbed. I pulled over to get some gas and someone stole my purse when I went inside to pay."

"You pay without your purse."

"Yea, you know, with the money in my pocket."

"Did you call the police?"

"Oh yea. I called the police and the whole thing. They came, they even fingerprinted my car. But, they told me that they would probably never find the person. So, that I had better just get going and stuff." Missy tries to fake cry, but it isn't working. She's not into the role enough.

"That's terrible." 

Finally, she is getting somewhere. "I know. Now I'm stuck here. I ran out of gas, and this is my last option."

"What about your parents?"

"My dad and mom are divorced. They don't have any money. My dad still goes over to my mom's and beats her all the time. If I call them they'll make me go back home. I can't go back home." She squeezes out one tear.

"That's terrible."

"I know." Missy looks up at him. His face is like one of those guys you see on TV that play poker for a living. She can't tell if he's going to help her or not.

"I'll tell you what I'll do," Greg says standing, up. "You go get me the police report from your car, and I'm going to call the cops. If they can't do anything, I'll call Triple AAA and see if they can't get you to California. Ok?"

What the hell? Did she just hear him right? There's no police report. "I lost it," missy says. She is trying to squeeze out another tear. Nothing.

"You shouldn't lose important documents like that," he says.

There is a long moment of silence. Missy can feel this is about to end. Maybe if she went the truthful route.

"I'll be honest with you," she says. "My purse wasn't stolen. I had a party before I left and I swear that all my friends were supposed to pay me back, but they didn't. I guess that's why I'm going off to USC and they're staying in Alabama."

"Why?"

"Um, well, because. You know, if my friend were leaving and they were throwing a party with their money, and they were charging admission to the party, then I would have made sure to give them the money. I wouldn't have just played them like that."

Again the irony escapes her.

"Missy," he says, "Tomorrow I will fill up your tank, buy you a cooler with food and drinks, and give you gas money to get there. Tonight, you can sleep in here, on the opposite side of the bed as me. Ok?"

Missy is happy. She is getting what she wants, but there's a strange side of her, a side that she doesn't understand, that is asking what's wrong with her. Who wouldn't want a chance to be with her? I mean he's giving her everything she wants and she isn't even going to have to sleep with him, but she can't figure out why – and it bothers her.

By the time Missy grabs her bags out of the car it is dark out. The desert is not cooling down at all. Just the short walk made her sweat. She's happy to be in the AC again. She is happy to be with a guy that isn't a weirdo, druggie, rapist, or killer. I guess I just got lucky. Luck always does seem to follow me. She hears the shower turn on. Greg must be taking one. His wallet is sitting next to that old book. 

It is tempting to grab it and run. That would make a good story too. By the time he got out, she could be 100 miles away. Well, maybe 50 miles. Let's see if she were traveling at 75mph and left here, and he took, screw it! She's never been very good at math. No. It doesn't matter now, she has it good. She sits down on the bed and turns on the TV. TMZ is on. Her favorite. It's going to be a good one because someone mooned Keanu Reeves. 

She hears the bathroom door open. She can see Greg in the mirror. He has one of those small white hotel towels wrapped around his waist. Missy stares for a few seconds. The mirror angle is perfect. She can see his chest and stomach. It's not ripped. It's bulky and muscular though. He looks like he used to be one of those powerlifters. His arms are thick and they match his back and shoulders which are broad. Her eyes drift down to the towel. She wishes he would take it off, just to get a peek. He doesn't. He grabs his toiletries and heads back into the bathroom and closes the door. 

Missy stares down at her own body. She is young and hot. Her skin is tan from spending hours at her friend's pool. It's an above ground, but it's still a pool. All of her little brother's friends used to come over and try to peek at us as we laid out. They were all skinny. Probably jacking off in the bathroom just dreaming about me laying on my belly. They know a great body when they see one. Young and tight. One that hasn't had a kid or drank so much that it develops that little pooch stomach that Julie's older sister got when she went off to college. She still thought she was the shit when she came back, but she really knew she wasn't. I had replaced her. All the older guys like me, because my body is perfect. They all say so.

Greg comes out of the bathroom and the steam from the shower follows him. He is wearing casual cargo shorts and a t-shirt. He is shaven now, and his hair is not hidden by his stupid hat. It is short and hip, but hip for someone in their late twenties, not in their late teens. "The shower's all yours," he says.

Missy climbs in and turns it on. It's way too hot for her. She lowers the temperature. The water washes off the three hours of sun, wind, and desert dirt she accumulated while trying to decide which man to ask. She hopes the water will wash away everything. She grabs her Supersize Walmart bottle of body wash that her mom got her before she left. She pumps and the cream fills up her hand. She begins to wash. The soap lathers her tits. They are nice. They are perfect: perky, full, and they are the exact size for a mouth. Her nipples, she's always liked the way her nipples look. They look like those women in Playboy. Not too big, not too long, but just right. She washes her hips. They are not curvy, but straight. They'll be curvy when she gets old and has kids with her rich husband. Right now they are the kind of hips that Danny says he dreamed about when he did her doggy style. She would always say, "Grab my hips and look at my ass," and then he would bust a nut right away. He was a pretty descent lay. But, then he fell in love with Angela and that ruined their whole "friends with benefits" relationship. The soap circles around her ass cheeks and she can feel how they are rounded, yet not fat. They are the kind that pervs like Greg and young boys dream about. She pumps some more cream into her hand. She lathers up the inside of her legs and then touches her pussy. It is shaved. She did it for her going away party because she assumed she would get laid. She was too drunk to get laid. Everyone just let her ramble on about how great a time she was going to have until she passed out. Too bad for them. This pussy looks perfect. It's barely been used. Maybe fucked 50 or 60 times in her whole life. She's only been with 4 guys. That doesn't make her a whore. Her friends have been with a lot more. Way too bad for them. She looks down at herself. It is perfect. Her lips form a nice little hood that covers her clit. They are pink and she knows it's tight. That's what Mr. Skinner told her over and over that night. 

She washes down there way too long and realizes she's not washing, but playing with herself. It's not something she did often. But, this is kind of a special occasion. I'm going off to college and this guy out there is going to pay my way because I'm so hot. He wants me. I know he does. But, I'm not even going to let him have me when he asks me a couple of hours from now. He's just playing the nice guy. He's going to come on strong later. I'm going to shoot him down. Maybe jack him off, but that's it. I'm certainly not going to blow this guy. I haven't done that with any guy, it's gross. I don't intend to start now. But, still I'm wet as hell and swollen. So what? It'll go away. It always does.

Missy steps out of the shower and puts on her pajamas. Well, really it's just sweatpants and a t-shirt. But, it's what she sleeps in. She comes out and TMZ is turned off. He is sitting with the reading light on. That old book is in his hand. The sheets are already turned down on her side of the bed. He is on top of them, on his side, using a separate comforter. Is this so she can't touch him in the middle of the night? What the hell? And besides, how is she supposed to fall asleep without the TV on? 

"Do you have anything to read?" he asks without taking his eyes off the book.

"No."

"Aren't you going to college?"

"Yea, I said I was. USC, remember."

"I remember, but shouldn't you be prepping for your classes?"

"I don't know," she says.

"Self discipline is the key to college Missy. You need to remember that."

"Have you been?" she asks while rolling on her side to face him. He can feel her stare.

"A bit," he says.

"What's it like?"

"Hopefully, for you, it will be motivating, a time to grow, and a time to learn self control."

"I have all that," she says. She did. She told a lot of guys no. She did all her homework, except for the stuff Adam Nitti did. She even joined extra curricular activities, like drama, to get into college.

"Irony," he says under his breath.

"I know what that is," she says. "That's when something funny happens, like rain on a wedding day or a free ride when you're already late."

He sighs. He is quiet and goes back to reading. The sleeves in the t-shirt do little to hide the muscles in his arms. They weren't like Jason's. He was the football player she dated. Jason was built, but his arms look small in comparison to Greg's. There is something about his muscles, maturity maybe, but something that makes them thicker. They look stronger. A lot stronger. She used to think Jason was strong, but not anymore. Not after being this close to Greg's arm.

"You're giving me complex just staring at me? Would you like something to read?"

She hadn't even realized she was staring. "Yea, do you have any rag mags?"

"Do I look like I do?"

The obvious answer is no. If this is his version of sarcasm then he's not very good at it. Wait, isn't irony a form of sarcasm. Some teacher told me that once. "No," she answers.

"You are correct," he says. "But, I do have a novel by Kurt Vonnegut titled A Man Without A Country. It's short. I can even let you keep it. Who knows, you might find him funny."

He gets up and reaches into a soft shell briefcase on the floor. Who the hell carries briefcases? He pulls out a book. It is orange and again there are no pictures on the cover. Just some hand drawn sketch of an old dude smoking. She might as well give it a go since mister numb nuts over here isn't going to let her watch TV. Besides, whenever she's tried to read she's fallen asleep after one or two pages anyway, so it'll be a good thing.

The book starts with some poem about a machine and a bunch of different people. Then the old guy talks about his childhood trying to point out things that are funny. Missy does not think they are. She gets the feeling Greg finds them hilarious, and if he were reading this book right now he would be laughing out loud, and having to stop, and rolling over on his side to face her. His eyes would be a little wet from so much laughing. He would be facing her. His mouth would be close. She would lean over and kiss him, and then they would have sex. That's all she thought about as she read. She wishes he would roll over near her so they could kiss. Maybe they wouldn't have sex, but she would at least like one kiss. Perhaps, he's waiting on me. 


Self Discipline



Self Discipline -- It was harsh punishment but it lead her to him...

Storyline:

She had done some pretty bad stuff. But the courts were willing to be lenient. She could volunteer for a year of self imposed punishment. Or she could go to the women's prison and probably wind up the cell block fuck toy. But then she never would have met the man of her dreams...

Hope you like this.

For those who don't mind getting a little behind in their stories...

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* * * * * * * Daylight at the end of the tunnel...

She waited for the pain and burning in her butt to settle down. Her ass was on fire. She felt the pain down to her bones. She knew without having to look that it was covered in welts and bruises. It felt like a piece of meat that had been properly tenderized by a very experienced chef. She wasn't sure it would ever feel right again.

There was some political movement to stop the program she had chosen. Some wanted to outlaw all forms of corporal punishment. Still, it did have good results for some, even if it seemed barbaric. So far as she was concerned it beat the alternative. She could have spent the year in some prison with a bunch of horny, nasty women who would have passed her around as their fuck toy. She shuddered at the thought. 

Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her whole body was beginning to shake. All of the sessions had been bad. But none like this one. She almost wished her ass would fall off so she could get away from the pain. Only 50 more strokes to go and she would be free. Or would she...

Her mind wandered back to how she had wound up in this position. She had done some pretty horrible things. Because it was her first offense they were willing to show her some leniency. To avoid worse punishment she had agreed to a self discipline session once a week for a year. It was self discipline because she had to voluntarily show up and push the button that was to deliver each stroke. One hundred strokes a week on her bare ass. If she failed to comply she would be sent to jail where she would probably be subjected to things she didn't even want to think about.

A hundred strokes a week may not sound like a lot. But each one of them was delivered with maximum effect. The first few weeks were not so bad. But after the first month she was in constant pain that kept going deeper and deeper into her flesh. The everyday things like sitting and relieving herself had become an ordeal.

By the sixth month she was almost ready to give up. It would have meant going to the prison to finish out her term. Thoughts of what she might have to deal with there kept her coming back and sticking her ass in the air. It was also about that time that something important changed.

The original machine that delivered the strokes wasn't just some mechanical apparatus. It had a computer brain and sensors that could tell if each stroke had been administered properly. It also monitored her vitals to make sure that she didn't get too much and become ill. Still, it made sure that each stroke was correctly delivered for maximum effect. It had been very efficient at its job. She remembered every stroke well!

In an effort to become a kinder and gentler society they had transferred that same programming to an android. It had unnerved her the first time she saw it -- him. He was mechanically polite but not warm. He was clinical. But over time he had been made more human, gentler. He still did his job efficiently. But now he did it with some artificial version of compassion. In an odd way it -- he - had become a kind of friend.

Her trembling hand reached for the button. At least she had been spared the indignity of having to ask for each stroke. She needed to keep whatever little dignity she felt she had left. Being butt naked, face down and ass up while you are being severely beaten by an android -- and a male one at that - didn't leave much room for dignity.

She hesitated for a few seconds as she mentally prepared herself for what was coming. She knew it would hurt like hell. She quickly pressed the button. The green light came on that indicated she was ready. She braced herself. The sounds of the leather strap as it whistled through the air made her close her eyes and clench her fists. Her butt muscles tensed as much as they could in her position.

The strap made contact with her already brutalized flesh in a sound that hurt her ears as well as her ass. It took a fraction of a second for the pain to sear its way to her brain. Her head flew up, tossing her hair in a spray over her shoulders. She let out a cry. More tears streamed from her eyes. The burning raced along every nerve in her body. Her butt muscles twitched and danced from the punishment they were receiving.

Her breathing got heavier. She tried not to think about the wetness that was running down her thighs. She knew it wasn't blood because he would have stopped the session if it was. But it wasn't all sweat either. Her pussy had betrayed her. The little dignity she had left was slowly fading away.

"Good" said Stan (her nickname for it - him). "You're almost there. You have taken this so well. I am proud of you, Diane." His voice was strangely soothing.

"Thank you Stan" she whispered.

"You're welcome Diane. I know you are in a lot of pain but this will soon be over and be just a bad memory before you know it."

She almost laughed. "It will be a bad memory, Stan. But I don't think it will be soon. It'll probably take months before my ass feels right again. I have forgotten how it feels to sit without pain..." Just passing wind can make my eyes water, she thought to herself.

"Perhaps I will be able to help you with that" he said softly. "But we can talk about that later."

She reached for the button again. Only 49 more strokes to go, she told herself. She pressed the button. Yes, it will be a long time before I will be able to sit comfortably, she thought just before the leather welted her ass again.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" she cried as more tears streamed down her face. She closed her eyes tightly as she reached deep inside to find the strength to finish her session. Soon, she told herself, soon. Only 48 more strokes to go. She barely heard Stan's encouraging words.

For the next hour there was a steady round of the sound of the strap as it whistled through the air and connected with her ass. Diane would cry out. Stan would try to console her.

They were down to the last twenty. Stan crouched down so he could look into her eyes. Even with her tear streaked face and sweat matted hair she looked beautiful to him. He had come to appreciate seeing her from every angle.

"Almost there Diane" he said as he brushed the hair off her face.

She made a feeble attempt at a smile and nodded. A little twinkle appeared in her eyes, even through the pain. She was sure her ass would never feel right again.

"Diane" he said softly. "I have the authority, at my discretion, to suspend the rest of your strokes or at least go lighter with you."

Her eyes widened. No one had ever even hinted at that possibility!

"But I am not going to" he said before she could speak.

Diane was bewildered. "Why not!?" It was barely a whisper.

"Because I don't think you want me to. Not deep down inside. I know the pain is almost unbearable. But I know you can take more." He was looking deeply into her eyes with a look that unnerved her. "But it is not your ass I'm talking about. It is your heart. You want all of this. I know you don't want me to spare the rod..."

She was definitely surprised. How did he know? Yes, every nerve in her body wanted the pain to end. But there was another part. Over the year it had become clear to her that at some deep level she wanted this punishment -- she even needed it to feel whole sometimes. It was like a cleansing. But how did he know?

He smiled at her. "Last twenty. Are you ready?" he asked gently as he removed more of the hair that was matted to her forehead.

She nodded.

"Good girl." He stroked her hair gently, affectionately. Then he took his position behind her and waited for the green light. It came soon.

Stan gave the last twenty strokes in a more calculated manner than he ever had. He wanted Diane to get the best he had to offer. He definitely did not spare the rod. But he watched carefully to be sure that she received maximum pain with minimal, hopefully no, permanent injury. She cried out loudly with each stroke. But she continued to press the button even though it took a little longer each time.

When it was over she stayed where she was for a long time, sobbing. So many emotions were racing inside her. She was glad that it was finally over, for the most part. But she was sorry too. Part of her sorrow was for the fact she would probably never see Stan again. She had come to consider him a friend, maybe her closest one, as odd at that sounded. He seemed to understand her in ways that no human ever had.

Just as she was ready to get up she felt Stan crouch behind her. He very gently caressed a couple of the welts on her cheeks. Even though his touch was as light as a feather she flinched. He spent a few moments taking in every detail of the brutalized but beautiful sight before him. He stored it in his electronic brain - his photographic memory.

Then he did something that blew Diane away. Stan placed a gentle kiss on the tip of each cheek. Diane's head spun around. She looked over her shoulder at him, a bit startled, but mostly puzzled. Stan winked at her just before he placed a gentle kiss on her anus.

Diane's eyes widened. She felt a shiver of electricity go through her as his lips touched her asshole. Something deep inside her stirred. "My, you are full of surprises! What was that for?"

Stan stood up and looked down at her for a few moments. "Just a little token of my admiration and affection for you Diane."

Diane tried to stand up. Her legs gave out. Stan put his arms around her to hold her up until her strength returned.

"Affection...?" she asked him. Her head was resting against his chest. He felt so strong, but gentle. He held her firmly, yet tenderly. No human male had ever held her so sweetly. She totally forgot she was standing there butt naked from the waist down. The cool air felt good on her burning cheeks.

"I guess it is the closest thing to affection I am capable of. I like being with you Diane. I admire you. I think of you when you are not around. I don't like hurting you. Even though I have had to inflict this pain on you I hope you know I would never harm you."

"I know that Stan. I trust you."

"Good. But I have realized that it does fulfill some need in you. That made it easier to do what I had to do. Does that sound like affection to you?"

"Yes, it does. But I didn't think you had... feelings. Do you, Stan?"

"If you mean do I have times when my heart races, or I break into a sweat from something, or have any other physical reaction related to emotion, then no, I do not..."

They were both quiet for awhile.

"Yet you seem to know and care for me more than anyone else I've ever known..." she said softly. "You have been a good friend."

"Thank you Diane. I am glad you consider me a friend."

"Now, if only you were human..." she said as she moved closer to him. "No offense."

"None taken, Diane."

Her thigh felt something she wasn't expecting. "Stan..."

He guessed what she wanted to say. "Yes Diane, I am anatomically correct. It just doesn't work the same way it would for a human male." It did work, but in different ways than she would know. He decided it would be inappropriate to go into details -- for the moment.

Diane felt deep disappointment. The fact that she was seriously considering a love affair with an android didn't seem strange to her in the least. "Damn..."

Stan was surprised at the disappointment in her voice. "I'm sorry Diane..."

She looked into his eyes. "Not your fault. Even without that you are better than most men I've ever known." She caressed his cheek. He kissed her hand. She reached up and pulled his head down. She gave him a kiss on the lips, which he returned.

"Seems you are full of surprises too, Diane."

She smiled wistfully. "Time for me to go..." she said as she turned to get her clothes. She was truly disappointed. Stan turned around. Seeing her naked when he had to punish her was one thing. That couldn't be helped. This was different. She was entitled to her privacy.

Diane took her time dressing. She really didn't want to leave. She left her underwear off. Just the feel of her light cotton skirt hurt her ass. She reluctantly turned to say goodbye.

"I guess this is it..." She tried to smile. "Thank you for everything Stan. I will never forget you."

He put his hand out for her to shake it. "And I will think of you often my friend. I will file my official report today that you fulfilled the conditions of your punishment. Your record will be closed. In the eyes of the law you have paid your debt. You are free."

She shook his hand and nodded. "Thank you." She turned to leave.

Stan opened the door for her. "I hope I never see you again Diane." She looked at him with a very surprised, even painful, look on her face. "Not here..." he continued.

She nodded and put her head down. She had trouble looking at him again. They said their goodbyes and she left. Stan closed the door slowly behind her. He stood there for awhile and replayed every moment he had ever had with Diane. The experiences of a year flashed by in moments. Then he went and added the last session to her permanent record. All except the more intimate moments. That was nobody's business so far as he was concerned. He hesitated before he pressed the key that closed her file. It was too much like saying good bye again...

* * * * * * * Life goes on...

Diane made her way home. She stood all the way even though there were available seats on the train. No way would she be able to sit no matter how tired she was. Just thinking about sitting made the pain in her butt flare up. Her mind replayed the last year over and over. If anyone had told her that by the time the year was over she would have romantic feelings for an android she would have smacked them. Yet that was exactly what was happening. Her eyes got wet again.

As soon as she got in the door she shed her clothes. She got the cream and liberally applied it to her burning cheeks. Soon the burning was almost gone. But there was still that dull, insistent ache that she feared might never go away. Her ass was so tender that just applying the cream made her eyes water. But, like Stan had said, her debt had been paid. She was free to get on with her life. Alone, but free...

She got herself something to eat and sat backward on the stool so her bare ass could hang in the air. It was the only way she found she could sit with the least amount of pain. It made going out virtually impossible. She had gotten used to eating alone.

She reached for her cell phone to check her messages. A small card fell out of her purse. There was a phone number on it and a short message. All it said was anytime you need a friend. She knew immediately from the precise hand writing that it was from Stan. Her heart started to race. So far as she knew it was strictly forbidden for the androids like Stan to have any contact with outsiders unless it was to fulfill their duties. She wasn't sure what the penalty might be but she knew it could be severe. Yet Stan had taken this risk. The fact that he showed such trust in her made her eyes water again. And she found herself thinking often about the way he had kissed her lips, and her ass -- tenderly, lovingly...

* * * * * * * Taking a chance...

Stan checked the number in response to the ring from his built in communication device. He smiled. It was Diane's number. It took her a month but he knew she would call.

"Hello Diane. How are you?" He used a gentle tone that he kept just for her.

It took her a few seconds to speak. "Hello Stan. If you don't count the constant dull ache in my butt that still makes it hard to sit for very long, then I'm OK." He smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm fine Diane. Thanks for asking. Not much changes here. But this call is definitely a pleasant surprise..."

"I'm sorry this took so long. I had a lot to think about."

"I know..."

"I was totally surprised to find your message" she said warmly. "You took quite a chance, Stan. This type of contact is forbidden for you isn't it?"

"I knew I could trust you Diane. I value your friendship. That is something we both have in common. Neither one of us has many friends..."

Diane was quiet for awhile. What Stan had said was too true.

"We need to talk Diane. And not like this" he said softly. "Perhaps we could meet somewhere."

"Would my place be alright?"

"Yes. When?"

"Tonight would be good. OK for you?"

"Yes. I'll be right over."

"But I haven't told you where I live" Diane laughed.

"You forget I had your file, Diane..."

"Oh, right. I did forget. See you soon?"

"Yes."

"Good. Bye."

"Bye Diane."

* * * * * * * Face to face to...

Soon they were standing face to face in her doorway. Neither one had seen the other outside the room where he had disciplined her. It seemed so long ago. But the dull ache that remained in Diane's ass told her it hadn't been that long ago.

He stepped inside. On impulse she put her arms around his neck and hugged him tight. She hadn't realized until that moment how much she had missed him. He hugged her back. He had missed her too.

They sat on the sofa. He noticed that Diane put one leg under herself so she wouldn't put her full weight on her ass. He had done his work well. He knew it would take awhile for her to completely heal. She told him about her life the past month. Mostly work and home. She had thought many times of calling him but was afraid to get him in trouble.

"I knew the risks when I left that card in your purse Diane. I'm a big boy, so to speak."

"So what will happen if you get caught?" She was genuinely concerned.

"Not so much as you might think. They are giving us more and more freedom. I was about to call you anyway."

"You were? Why?" Diane was pleasantly surprised.

"For follow up. They want us to try and keep in touch with the people whose cases we handled to see how they are adjusting. Some don't want to see us again. I understand it."

"So this is an official visit?" Diane asked, hoping there was more.

"Technically, yes. But off the record there are things they don't need to know..."

She laughed. "I didn't think it was possible for you to be -- um... sneaky."

He smiled. "Let's call it discretion."

"So, are you this friendly with all the cases you handle?"

"I am polite and professional. But in direct answer to your question Diane, no, you are special."

Diane found herself getting excited and embarrassed by his openness. "Why am I special Stan?" She asked trying to be coy. "Oh, my" she said before he could answer. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what Diane?"

"Here I am calling you Stan. I don't even know your real name. You do have one don't you?"

"Actually I have several, depending on who is interested. My system name is CDM-1000-1-R17."

Diane laughed. "Wow! Really?"

"Yes. It stands for Corporal Discipline Model, series 1000, revision 17. The 1 means that I am the first in the model 1000 series. I am the prototype. I have been through 17 revisions. Upgrades you might call them."

Diane just looked at him not sure what to say. "That's quite a mouthful."

"It only really matters to other computers and the techies. My street name is Chris Chase. But my close friends call me Stan..." He winked at her.

The fact he called her a close friend made her feel good. "When did you get that name -- Chris Chase?"

"When they took me out of the box and put me in this body. A human name isn't really necessary for a machine -- especially one you aren't supposed to get friendly with. But in human form it is a must. They let me pick my own name. This one seemed... nice..." 




Self Discipline



"I like it too. But why didn't you tell me?"

"Stan seemed to work for you. May I ask why you gave me that name?"

Diane took a few moments to answer. "You reminded me of an old boyfriend. He was kind of wooden and emotionally distant. Sorry..."

"No apologies necessary Diane. I can see how it fit."

"It did in the beginning. You were rather awkward with your communication."

"That is true."

"But I like Chris much better. May I call you Chris from now on?"

"That is my name, Diane."

"Smart ass!" she laughed. She got herself another drink. He declined. 

"So, now that we have been properly introduced what did you mean by I was special?" Her heart was pounding.

"I have had a number of clients Diane. All of them are female, by the way. I don't handle males. They have another model for that. It is interesting to get to know each one of them. Some take their punishment and just leave. There is no interaction with them except for the formalities. Others get very rude. They figure that because I am not human they can say whatever they want to me. Their vocabulary can be rather... colorful. I was quite surprised at what some of those words meant."

Diane laughed. "Did it make a difference that it was coming from women?"

"At first. Then I compared case notes. It became clear that although the method may be different men and women can be equally aggressive and rude -- and dangerous. Men seem to do it more physically. Women get more verbal usually, but can be physically violent too. Both are just as prone to violence in their own way. Under the social veneer men and women aren't really that different. But you were always polite with me -- kind, even though I was hurting you so much. "

"Not your fault. I brought it on myself. And as sore as my ass got it still beat the alternative..." She shook her head as she thought of what might have happened had she chosen prison. "Was that the only reason you found me special?"

"No. As I came to know you I found that you were not the bad person your case file made you out to be. You did do some very unpleasant things if the record was correct, which it usually is..."

"Yes, it was." She wasn't able to look into his eyes.

"But I came to realize that person isn't the real you. The real Diane is a smart, funny, caring person who just doesn't know how to behave herself sometimes..."

She laughed. "I think most people would disagree with you. As you know from my record I can be pretty mean."

"Yes, you can. But so can most people. If I might be direct here I think that sometimes your actions are those of a spoiled child. But I think that is due mostly to frustration. When it is over you are truly sorry and feel a deep regret and a need to be... punished..."

Diane felt that chill again. "How do you know these things!?"

"It is my job to be able to read people, Diane. I have to be able to assess them very well or I wouldn't be able to do the job right. It is just basic psychology with observation. Most people really aren't that difficult to figure out."

Diane got herself another drink. She was entering that silly, playful zone.

"I see you are still quite tender" Chris said as she sat down carefully again.

"Yes. You definitely know your job." She smiled at him. It was her way of letting him no she held no grudges. "I expect it will be a few more weeks before I sit comfortably again."

"I told you once that I may be able to help with that. Will you let me try?"

Diane laughed. "How? Do you plan to kiss it all better?" She couldn't believe she had said it. She could be pretty bold with people -- even rude. But with Chris she didn't feel the need to be that way. Still, she did want to find out more of why he had kissed her ass that last day, especially her asshole. He had said that it was to show his admiration and affection. Sometimes she felt she should have been offended that he was so familiar with her. But for some reason she couldn't. And it had felt very good. 

He smiled. "That isn't what I had in mind. But I could try if you like. Do you think it would help?"

"Maybe..."

"You're blushing Diane. Have I embarrassed you?"

"Maybe a little. For some reason I feel a bit shy with you. I'm not used to it."

"I understand. I hope that you come to realize soon that you can be totally yourself around me. I won't take offense."

"Thanks. It is getting easier."

"Good. Now" Chris said taking a vial of cream out of his pocket "here is what I had in mind. It is a special mixture made by a Chinese apothecary." He handed it to her. "I hear it works quite well."

"Thank you." She smiled to herself. "Perhaps you would like to show me..." she said as she held it out for him.

He smiled back. "If that is what you want..." He noted that she was blushing again. He liked that about her.

"I would like that very much."

"Good. So would I. Would you mind laying across my lap?" Diane shook her head. "Good. Come here then."

Diane stood in front of him and lowered her jeans. She was wearing a thong. She went across his lap. A few adjustments later and she was in position.

"Comfy?" Chris asked her.

"Yes. Actually I am quite comfortable. Maybe you'll let me spend time over your knee occasionally..."

"Any time, Diane. I like your bum. It is very pleasant to look at."

"Really?"

"Yes. And to touch..."

"Good. I'm glad you like it."

"It is quite pretty. Now, let's see if we can make it feel better. Your poor bum has suffered quite enough." He could sense she was blushing again. He examined her cheeks carefully. He knew that they were bruised deeply. That was the nature of the punishment. With each session there was a little more that didn't heal. The surface welts and bruises would go away. But the deeper tissue kept some of the bruising and it would accumulate. If done often enough it would bruise right down to the bone. That is what had happened to Diane. But it could be healed in time.

He pressed a little harder. She flinched. "Still quite sensitive, as I thought. This should help." He gently applied some of the cream all over her buttocks. "This might feel a little warm at first."

"I can feel it. Nice. I like having a warm bum..." she giggled.

"Good. Then it is working." He continued to apply the cream liberally. He massaged it in thoroughly. His fingers even found their way into her anal valley and brushed against her anus. He liked the fact that she still shaved herself there. Diane made no comment so it seemed it didn't bother her. She had lifted her hips slightly to allow him better access. He appreciated the gesture, on many levels. It took about half an hour to apply the cream -- way more time than was necessary.

"That should do it" he finally said. "Let it work over night. Your bum should feel brand new by morning."

"I don't want to move" she giggled. "This feels so nice."

Chris gently caressed and massaged her ass again. "Then stay as long as you like..." She spent the next hour relaxing across his lap enjoying his gentle touch on her butt. She loved having her butt touched. And he did it so well. He also caressed her back and stroked her hair.

As much as she liked the attention she was getting Diane had other ideas. "Guess that's it, then" she said as she started to get up. She kicked her jeans off and stood in front of him in just her thong from the waist down. "That was great. Thanks."

* * * * * * * Time to be daring...

"You are welcome. Anything else I can do for you Diane? You did mention you might like having your bum kissed too."

She stroked his hair. "That would be nice. Would you mind?"

"Not at all..." He smiled. "Here, lay on the sofa with your bum hanging over the edge." He sat on the floor by her ass. He caressed it for a few more moments. Then he started to gently kiss it all over.

"Mmmmm... That's nice" Diane said softly. "Thank you."

"Any time Diane."

She laughed. "Watch what you say. I might want this often."

"I have no problem with that Diane."

They were quiet for a few moments. "Chris?"

"Yes Diane?"

"Why did you kiss my bum hole?"

"Like I said, to show you my affection. And because it is beautiful."

She turned to look at him. "You think my asshole is beautiful?"

"Yes, Diane. I think all of you is beautiful and should be kissed often -- if you would like that of course."

"I would like that very much. Who wouldn't? But people don't usually kiss each other there..."

"Many do. Besides, I don't have the usual hang-ups about these things that humans do." They quietly looked at each other for a few moments. "Would you like me to kiss your anus too, Diane?"

She nodded. Then she removed the thong from between her cheeks and spread her bum a bit wider. "OK?"

"That's perfect Diane. It is as beautiful as I remember." With that he pressed his lips to her anus and kissed her a long time. After awhile he licked her. "Is that OK?"

"That's perfect, Chris..."

"Good." He spent the next half hour kissing and licking her anus. "How's this?" he asked as he probed her hole with his tongue. She let it slip inside her ass.

"That is incredible!" she said from deep inside. She reached back and caressed his head, sometimes holding him firmly in place when he was doing something she particularly liked. She had had a couple of boyfriends who had shown similar affection for her butt. Chris was in a league of his own.

He spent the next hour probing and massaging her anus deeply with his tongue, alternating between that and gentle kisses to her asshole and surrounding area. He was disappointed that his sense of touch was not as good as a human would have. While he could feel the silkiness of her skin to some degree, he knew it was a far cry from experiencing the delight other men would have from being so intimate with her anal valley.

But he was able to sense quite well the subtle movements of her muscles and skin, the changes in warmth, and her odors. He carefully observed and recorded all these things so that he would know what she liked most and how to please her. 

One of the two things that most intrigued him was the feel of her anal muscle on his tongue. He was able to extend it three inches and worked it many ways to see what she would like. From the gentle licking to the deep probing, to the in and out motion he used to simulate fucking her asshole, she liked it all.

The second thing he liked most was the view of her he got from this intimate angle. He hadn't lied when he said he thought that all of her was beautiful. Her ass was no exception.

He had made a study of the female behind in world history. At first he was very curious as to why this part of a woman should be so sought after, so revered, even. It was a beautiful thing. It deserved admiration. But why had it been so prominent in the history of sex?

The most intriguing part to him was why someone would do exactly what he was doing. After all, the only real natural use for the anus was waste elimination. A valuable service to be sure. It should be respected for that. But why would anyone want to put their mouth there, considering the risk of disease and infection?

For many it was considered an act used to degrade and humiliate others -- or themselves. And most of history seemed to show that was the predominant thought around it. But he also came across examples where it was used to show a deep affection and admiration for someone else. It was very intimate and intense. If you would love them there, and be respected for such an act, then two people could share an experience like no other. Plus there were also spankings and anal sex to consider. The butt did have its uses and charms...

When he was done Diane sat on the sofa facing him. "Why would you do that for me?"

He looked at her for a few moments searching to understand her question and trying to find the right answer. "I am very interested in human relationships Diane. You are the first one I found I have wanted to try these things with."

She looked at him for a few moments, digesting his words. "Is that all? Are you just experimenting?"

"No, Diane. I chose you because you are the one who most fits the life I want."

She was puzzled and it showed.

"I want a relationship Diane. The government wants me to have one too. Otherwise they wouldn't be giving me these upgrades. So I spent a lot of time examining human relationships. I even tried some compatibility tests. I found several others that came close. But they all failed in the most important area."

"What was that?" Diane was totally intrigued by what she was hearing.

"None of them would have accepted me -- for me..."

"Because you are an android?"

Chris nodded. "Oh, there were some who would want to have the experience of it. But to them it would just be the novelty of having relations with an android. None would have taken me seriously. Then I started to think outside the box, so to speak." He smiled as he remembered that it hadn't been too long ago that he more or less had been a box! A highly sophisticated one, but still a box.

"What do you mean?"

"I was instructed to look for someone who had no criminal background. As I got to know you, Diane, I started to question that. Aside from your record you were exactly what I was looking for. So I dug deeper. Technically you have a criminal record but you are not a criminal at heart. You just screwed up, as the saying goes. When I took the criminal record out of the picture I realized the one I wanted was right in front of me every week. Then I just had to wait and see how you would accept me..."

"How do I fit what you need Chris?"

"You are a good person Diane. You are smart, sensitive, strong, funny, and sexy. And..." He was looking for the right words.

"And what Chris?" Diane's heart was pounding, which Chris was well aware of.

"You also have strong anal inclinations..."

Diane had to laugh. "So you're an ass man are you? Which upgrade was that?"

Chris smiled. He liked her laugh. "Yes, I guess I am an ass man, but not in the sense you mean."

"How many senses are there?"

"Like I said, I don't have drives and passions like human males. Your ass would never become an object of need or worship to me like it does to some. It just seemed to me that women who are anally inclined are more open, adventurous, and -- well, more fun..."

Diane laughed. "Sounds like me!"

"But the most important thing was the way you accepted me. None of the others I know even came close to considering me a friend..."

Diane shook her head in amazement. "And you were looking for more than a friend?"

"Yes Diane. But if that is all you want that is fine too."

"No, I want more too Chris. The way I just shared my ass with you must tell you that..."

"You are saying you want more with me?"

Diane blushed again. "Yes..." she said very quietly as she looked him steadily in the eyes.

"Good." He kissed her hand.

Then she noticed a bulge in his pants. "I thought that you..."

He laughed. "That was upgrade number 17. I got it last week. By the way, the other one was functional, but not to the degree this one is. This one is a little bigger, and I can ejaculate."

She leaned forward. "May I?" she said as she reached for his crotch.

"Of course..."

Diane opened his zipper and gently wrapped her hand around his erection. It got harder. "Wow! Some upgrade!" she laughed. She blushed a bit. "May I see it?"

"You naughty girl! Maybe I should take you over my knee again..." Chris laughed.

"If you like... " She winked at him. "But if I'm going to get spanked at least let me make it worth while!"

Chris stood up. "Help yourself" he said.

Diane giggled. "I told you to be careful what you say. I just might!"

Chris caressed her hair. "I am always careful of what I say Diane. And who I say it to..." He winked at her.

Diane helped him out of his pants and underwear. Except for her thong they were both naked from the waist down. She giggled. "I feel like a little girl playing Doctor."

"Well, you showed me yours" Chris returned.

Diane laughed. Then she got down on her knees and examined his erection closely. "Wow! It looks so real!" She caught herself and blushed again. "Sorry... I meant..."

"I know what you meant Diane. No offense taken. And it is real -- as real as it gets for me."

"It's beautiful" Diane said softly. It got harder as she caressed it. Her eyes widened. She inspected his sack. "Nice balls" she said smiling up at him as she gently massaged them between her fingers.

"Thank you Diane. The doctors and engineers who designed my genitals were female, and they were sticklers for detail."

"They sure were. It is exactly the way I would have designed them too." She caressed him some more. It was 9 inches fully erect. Not too thick but not a pencil penis either. He had a little pubic hair that was very soft.

Diane looked at him with a mischievous grin on her face. "You did say to help myself, right?"

"Yes." He smiled at her as he caressed her head.

Diane kissed the tip of his erection. She thought it might taste rubbery or something strange. It had the feel and taste of human skin. "Wow! That's nice!"

"Yes it is" Chris said as he continued to caress her head. She looked so beautiful and innocent even though she was on her knees about to give him a blow job. But first she kissed it all over, including his balls. Slow, sensual kisses. Chris watched her face carefully. The closest he thing he could compare her expression to was a mixture of reverence and joy.

Then Diane took the head of it in her mouth. For a second it flashed on her that she was giving head to an android, a machine. She quickly shook it off. To her he was just her friend, maybe her best friend. And she was finally able to admit to herself that she wanted him. Soon she was eating him hungrily.

Chris was amazed that she was able to take his entire penis into her mouth. He had seen pictures, but they hadn't done it justice. "That is so beautiful Diane" he whispered to her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her eyes sparkled. She nodded and sucked harder...

About a half hour later she stopped. Her jaw hurt. "I must be out of practice. Most guys would have cum by now. You did say you can cum, didn't you Chris?"

"Yes, Diane, I can. Do you want me too? I can cum whenever you like..."

"You mean you can control it? What am I saying!? Of course you can!" She shook her head. "Wow! You mean I could do this all night if I wanted to?"

"Would you want to?" He was surprised.

"Sometimes I feel that way. I really love eating a man. But I have never found anyone who could go longer than a couple of hours..." She continued to kiss and caress his erection.

"Then I guess we'll have to work out a signal for when you want me to cum" Chris said.

"OK. I'll think of something." She looked up at him with sparkling eyes. She got that mischievous look again. "You did say you were anatomically correct, right?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Turn around" she said with a big grin on her face.

Chris turned around so his butt was just inches from her face. Diane caressed and massaged it. It was firm. The skin was silky smooth. "Nice ass" she said. "Did the women design this too?"

"Thank you, Diane. Yes, the same women." Chris said as he looked over his shoulder at her.

Diane winked at him. Then she grasped him by the hips and started placing kisses all over his cheeks.

"Bend forward a bit." He did. Diane gently parted his cheeks. "Wow! You are anatomically correct. Nice asshole by the way. I also like that you have no hair back here. Exactly the way I would have done it too."

"Thank you Diane. But it doesn't function. Aside from making me look human down there it has no practical use."

Diane caressed it with her finger tips. It twitched a bit under her touch. "So you do have sensation there too?"




Self Discipline



"Some. Not as much as humans do."

"Good. Then you should enjoy this."

"Enjoy what Diane?"

"What I'm about to do. Because I disagree with you" Diane said firmly. "It has a perfectly good use."

"What's that?" Chris was a little puzzled.

"It can be used to show you how much I adore you" Diane said as she kissed his asshole. "Hold your cheeks open for me."

Chris reached back and held his buttocks apart. "Like this?"

"That's perfect" Diane said as she buried her face in his ass. She wrapped her arms around his hips. She spent the next half hour exploring his anus with her lips and tongue while her hands gently caressed his dick and balls.

"Damn that was nice" she said as she placed gentle kisses on his butt cheeks.

"Yes, it was, Diane. Thank you."

"I've always wondered what it would be like to adore someone this way. I just never found anyone who it felt right with" she said smiling up at him. "It's as nice as having someone do the same for me."

"It seems it felt right with me" Chris said gently. "So I am the first?"

"The first and only." Diane kissed his anus a few more times. "Damn I love your ass Chris. I could eat your asshole for hours." With that she buried her face between his cheeks and rimmed him deeply again. She felt his dick grow very hard in her hands.

Diane stood up. Chris turned to face her. "Seems you liked that too" she giggled as she continued to caress his erection. "Guess I'm not the only one who has some anal inclination."

"That is definitely mutual" Chris said as he lifted her up in his arms. His lips sought hers. They kissed long and deep.

"But you honor me too much, Diane."

"The honor was mine Chris" she said just before she kissed him again. Then she giggled. "Damn, you must think I'm some kind of slut to do this on our first meeting." That shyness came back to her. She had trouble looking Chris in the eyes.

"I think you are beautiful, Diane. And from my research I have discovered that being a slut is a good thing."

Diane looked up, wide eyed. "How is that, Chris?"

"Most men have no problem with a woman being a slut, so long as she is his slut..." He watched her expression.

"Are you saying you want me to be your slut, Chris?"

"I want you to be whatever you are, Diane. I will take you any way I can get you."

"Then I want to be your slut, Chris, and anything else you want me to be" she said just before she kissed him passionately.

"Good. Then is there anything else you would like, Diane?"

Diane looked into his eyes. They were so open, so honest, like a little child. She kissed him gently. "I have a few ideas" she whispered in his ear. "The bedroom is that way."

"And I'm sure they are all good ones" Chris said as he followed her to the bed. They removed their upper clothing. Chris reached for Diane's thong.

"May I?"

Diane smiled and nodded. She raised her hips so he could slide it off. He took his time doing it. He lay down beside her and put his arm under her head. It was the first time he had seen her breasts. He caressed them "Nice..." he said just before he started kissing, licking, and sucking them. His hand slowly worked its way down her front. He cupped her already moist pussy with his hand. Then he put a couple of fingers inside her while his thumb massaged her clit.

"Sure you've never done this before?" Diane asked as her hips rose off the bed from Chris' attention.

"Never" he said between kisses. "But I have read a lot and watched many videos. Just in case..."

"Then you are a quick learner..." Diane wrapped her hand around his erection. "I want you Chris."

He looked into her eyes and nodded, with her nipple still between his teeth. He knelt between her legs. He caressed and kissed her feet and sucked on her toes.

"Wow! You meant it when you said everything was kissable. Damn that's nice..."

"Yes, everything..." he said as he kissed his way down her inner thighs. Then he raised her hips. His mouth found her clit and nibbled. Diane almost levitated. He buried his face in her wet pussy as he kissed her and licked her juices. "Very nice..." he said between licks.

Soon he was on top of her. Diane's legs were wrapped around his hips. They kissed long and deeply while his erection slowly worked its way inside her. He tried various movements. He watched her reaction to see what pleased her. It all did.

Diane had several orgasms. Chris carefully noted every reaction -- every sound, every odor, every movement. He memorized her face as it went through many emotions. Some seemed like joy. Some seemed like intense pain. The heat from her body and the amount of juice she released surprised him. It was one thing to read about it or see it in videos, quite another to experience it so up close and personal.

As her orgasms subsided Diane threw her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, almost brutally. Her tongue in his mouth felt strange, but very pleasant. He returned the same.

They looked into each others eyes for a long time. "That was great Chris." She kissed him again. "But what about you?" Diane finally asked.

"I am fine Diane. This has been a truly beautiful experience. But have I done enough for you?"

"For now..." She kissed him again. He had withdrawn his erection from her but it was still hard. She gently caressed it for awhile. "Chris, I have always wanted to try anal sex. Would you mind? I would love to have you fill my ass with your beautiful dick." 

"Anything you want Diane. Do you have any lube?"

Diane got the lube from the bedside table. Then she got on her knees in front of him. He kissed her cheeks for awhile. "Seems your bum is much better."

"Yeah, that stuff you put on it works great. It hasn't felt this good for a year."

"Good" he said as he gently kissed and licked her anal valley clean of all her juices. Then he French kissed her hole for awhile.

"Seems you really like my ass..." Diane giggled.

"Yes Diane. It is beautiful."

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Spank me..." He looked puzzled. "Just a few slaps on each cheek. Just warm them up a bit."

"Are you sure you're ready for that?" She nodded. He slapped each cheek a few times until it had turned a deep pink. Her ass twitched beautifully. He enjoyed the way her butt muscles danced.

"Nice. Now my asshole..." she said.

Chris was genuinely surprised. He knew she was very anally inclined. That was one of the reasons he picked her for a relationship. Anally oriented women were usually more passionate. Still, it did surprise him that she wanted to be spanked there. "Are you sure, Diane?"

"Uh huh."

Chris gave her a firm slap on her anus. She jumped. "Ow, that stings!"

"Too much?" Chris asked, concerned that he had hurt her more than he intended.

She got back into position. "No. Just surprised me. Give me a few more of those." He kissed her anus between each slap. Soon her anal valley was as deep a pink as her cheeks. Her anus twitched and danced. Chris found it very pleasing to watch.

"Now the lube..." He worked the lube around her pucker and deep inside her ass with one hand while the other hand covered his erection with it.

"Now, baby. I need to feel you inside me" Diane said as she thrust her ass back at him. He placed the head of his dick against her opening and slowly slid it all the way in. It surprised him that she could take him so easily. "Show my ass what real sex is all about..."

He rode her strongly and steadily for an hour. He caressed and massaged her breasts. He pinched and pulled her nipples Sometimes his hand would join hers as Diane played with her pussy. She had many more orgasms. "Now, baby. Cum in me. I want to feel your juices fill me up!"

Chris' brain gave his body the instructions it needed to simulate an ejaculation. The warm fluid came out of his penis like a fire hose. Diane grabbed his balls and pushed her ass against him hard.

"Just like that! More, baby..."

Chris emptied a lot of what he had. After a few moments it started to flow out of her ass and down their legs. A couple more shudders and Diane collapsed. He let her down gently and lay on top of her. The sheet under them was soaked. He kissed her head and neck gently while her breathing returned to normal.

"How much of that stuff do you have?" Diane asked giggling.

"A liter, usually. But I can hold double that."

"You're kidding! Did you release all of it?" she asked as she turned under him.

"No, only about half" he said smiling. "I thought you might want more later."

"I love a man who plans ahead" she said as she kissed him. "That was great!"

"Then I am pleased" he said softly as he stroked her hair. "But I think we need a shower."

"Soon..." she said just before she put her tongue down his throat again.

Diane took some of the juice Chris had released and tasted it. "Tastes like the real thing" she said, somewhat surprised.

"It is as close as it can get, without the sperm of course."

"How do you get it inside you?"

"Same way it comes out." Diane made a face. "It doesn't hurt" Chris laughed lightly. "By the way, it can be made to taste like anything you want. It can also have protein and other nutritious elements in it..."

Diane's eyes lit up. "Now that has possibilities!" she laughed as she thought of milk shakes and smoothies.

About an hour later they were in the shower carefully washing each other from head to toe. They cleaned up the bed and lay in each others arms gently caressing one another.

"This is the best night I've ever had Chris. Thank you. I wish I could lay in your arms forever."

"Best night I've ever had too Diane." He kissed her gently. "I'll see what I can do about your wish."

Diane drifted off to sleep. Chris held her for awhile. Then he got up and stood staring out the window at the city below. He had much to think about. The alarm on the clock went off. Diane rolled over. She watched him in the pale light as he stood butt naked looking out the window. He was lean and toned. She liked looking at his naked body. He looked so strong but gentle. She remembered the pleasures he had already brought her -- and the ones yet to come...

She went over and put her arms around him from behind. She looked over his shoulder at the sunrise.

"It's a lovely view" he said as he caressed her hands. "And a beautiful sunrise."

"Being with you makes it even more special" she said. Then she knelt behind him and kissed his ass a few times.

"You kissing my sorry ass again?" he teased.

She gave him a quick slap on each cheek. He laughed softly. "I don't kiss sorry asses Chris. I only kiss the best ones -- only yours. I love you Chris. I adore you..." she said as she parted his cheeks and tenderly French kissed his anus awhile.

He turned and helped her up. He hugged her close. "That is the second best good morning kiss I've ever had."

She was puzzled. "Which one was first?"

He picked her up and held her under her ass. She wrapped her legs around his hips and hugged his neck. "This one" he said as he kissed her lips. She warmly returned his kiss for a long time.

"I would like the rest of your juice now." A few seconds later and he was inside her. She rode him until she was ready to burst. "Now!" He released his fluids the same time as she had her orgasm.

"I love you so much Chris" she said as she continued to kiss him deeply and warmly.

He stroked her hair and looked steadily into her eyes. "I wish I could say I love you too, Diane. But I don't know love. Not the kind you mean..."

"I think you know love very well Chris. Maybe not emotion. But you know love better than anyone I've ever met." She kissed him deeply again.

"How is that Diane?"

"Do you want to be with me?"

"Very much."

"Will you support me when I am weak and protect me?"

He stroked her hair. "Always..."

She giggled. "Will you kick my sorry ass when I get out of line and do stupid or dangerous things?"

"If that's what it takes to help you. Personally I'd rather take you over my knee..."

"You do that." Diane smiled and kissed him again. "Will you ever turn me away if I need you and reach for you?"

"Never..."

"Will you make love to me like you did last night every chance we get?"

"It would be my honor..."

"Will you let me take care of you and love you the same way?"

"I would like that more than anything..."

"Will you always be honest with me?"

"As honest as I can be Diane..."

"Well, if that isn't love then it's the closest damn thing I've ever found..." Diane pulled their heads together and kissed him deeply.

"Then it seems I can say I love you." He kissed her softly. "I love you Diane."

She returned his kiss as her eyes started to water. They held each other as they watched the sun come up.

Diane realized that he had been holding her up for a long time. "Just how strong are you Chris?"

"Under the right circumstances I can lift a couple of tons. Why?"

Diane's eyes widened. "A couple of TONS?"

"Yes."

"Wow! No wonder you can hold me like this for so long. You're not even tired are you?"

"Tired of holding you? Never."

"You know what I mean, smart ass!" He smiled playfully.

"I've also heard that your reflexes can be fast. Can they?"

He put her down. She was standing about two feet in front of him. "You have one gray hair above your left ear." Before Diane's hand made it half way to her head he was holding the hair in front of her. Here eyes widened as she looked at it.

Diane turned to look in the mirror. Her hair wasn't even disturbed. "Wow! That fast and that precise?"

"Actually I had to slow down a bit so I wouldn't hurt you. If my intention is a blow I can move quicker."

Diane took the hair from his hand. She shook her head. "Incredible. I didn't even feel it..."

He smiled. "The coffee is ready" he said as the aroma reached her nose.

"Smells great. But let's have a quick shower first" she said as she lead him by the hand to the bathroom. He took in every curve and movement as she walked ahead of him. The shower wasn't that quick...

After breakfast they sat on the sofa together. "Chris, you said they were expecting you to develop relationships. Did they mean like this?"

"I think the idea was for us to become friends with humans, but not get romantically involved. I believe they would prefer us to take other androids for partners."

"So this will be a problem if they find out?"

"For some. Mixed relationships always seem to bother someone. But there is nothing that expressly forbids it. There are a few who will be quite pleased about such relationships. Some not so pleased..." He kissed her hand for a few moments. "What about you, Diane? Will this be a problem for your family, your friends?"

"I have always been the black sheep" she laughed. "Actually my parents will be mortified. My sister I'm not so sure about. I think she would just shake her head and say that it doesn't really surprise her."

"Why would she say that?"

"Considering my luck with guys she would probably consider this a good fit. Damn, that didn't sound right..." Diane bit her lower lip. She wondered how he took it.

"Why are you with me. Diane?" he asked her quietly.

"Because I love you" she said caressing his cheek.

"Why? For most of the time we have known each other all I did was hurt you."

"I never held that against you, Chris. Well, maybe at first, a bit... Sometimes I wished like hell that you weren't so good at what you were doing to my sorry ass" she laughed. "But I know you never had any intention of causing me more pain than was necessary. It was my fault that my butt had to go through such punishment, not yours. I chose it rather than going to jail. And you were always so kind..."

He kissed her hand. "That is very fair of you Diane. But enough to fall in love with me -- a non human?"

"I haven't really seen you as anyone other than who you are for awhile now. And the fact that you are an android only means that you are unique and different. I'm no saint but I am not going to reject someone because they are different. There is enough of that in this world..."

Chris nodded. He reached for her. She sat on his lap and curled up in his arms. They sat quietly.

"Then there is the most important reason of all" Diane said softly. "You are the only one I've ever found who has accepted and loves me for me. Unconditional acceptance is a rare thing. It is what we are all looking for. You take it when you get it, or lose big time."

Chris hugged her closer as he smiled at her words. "Diane, there may be a problem."

She looked into his eyes. "What kind of problem?"

"A lot of my people have been put into special service. You have to remember I am still government property and they can do with me as they please." Diane felt a cold chill go down her spine.

"I can't say for sure if it will happen. It may not..." Chris continued. "I just wanted you to be aware of the possibility. I have a case load to finish and they won't pull me away from that. But they are also giving me upgrades that I don't really need for my job or to have a relationship. It just makes me wonder..."

"So how long do you think before they may reassign you?"

"I probably have at least a year..." he said quietly.

"How much notice would you get?"

"Don't know. Some have disappeared over night."

Diane hugged him tighter. "I can't lose you Chris..."

"I don't want to lose you either, Diane..."

They sat together for a long time quietly caressing each other. Diane got up and took him by the hand to the bed. She lay down and pulled him on top of herself. They made love for several hours -- slowly, gently. Diane held him tighter than she had ever held anything...

"Would you like to go out for dinner?" Chris asked her later in the evening. They had had another long shower.

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

"You're choice..."

"I know this quaint little bar around the corner" she said. "Makes the best burger and fries ever and serve great beer. Sound OK?"

"I hope that isn't your regular diet!" Chris was surprised.

"Nope. But it would sure go good now."

"Alright. If that's what you want."

Diane stopped abruptly. "I've never seen you eat or drink. Do you?"

"If the occasion calls for it" Chris said.

A strange look crossed Diane's face. "I can picture how you get it down" she said. "But what do you do with it after that?"

"I don't think you really want to know" Chris laughed.

Diane grinned. "Yeah, maybe you're right..."

They got dressed and went out into the cool night air. They walked arm in arm to the bar and ordered their meal. Diane watched Chris as he ate and drank. If you didn't know he was an android it would be almost impossible to tell. He looked so human.

"Would you like to dance Diane?"

That surprised her. "You dance too?"

"I'm not just another pretty face, Diane" he said seriously.

She had to laugh. "A sense of humor too! Which upgrade was that?"

"Number 10."

"And the dancing?"

"14 and 15."

"Why two upgrades for dancing???"

"It's harder than it looks. Plus they wanted me to be able to do a variety of styles."

Diane pulled him close for the slow music that was playing. She put her arms around his neck. "This style is my favorite" she whispered in his ear.

"Mine too" Chris said as he put his arms around her waist and pulled her in tighter.

It was fairly late when they made it back to Diane's place. Chris stopped her at the door. "I have to go soon" he said. "I'm needed at the office."

"But it is two in the morning. What could they need you for?" Diane sounded apprehensive. "Besides, how do you know? I didn't see you get or make any calls..."

Chris tapped his right temple. "Built in communication device."

Chris gave her a gentle kiss. "Don't worry, my love. I am not being whisked away in the night. It is not uncommon for me to be called in at all hours. It is one of my other cases. She has broken a part of her conditions. They have her downtown. If I don't get it straightened out by morning she goes to jail to finish her sentence. It would destroy her."




Self-Discipline



Missy starts to laugh, it's fake but it's good. She rolls over on her side and takes the opportunity to inch closer to Greg. He turns his head and looks at her. His mouth is close, much closer than what it was a few seconds ago. But it's still too far away. She rolls back over and spreads her legs. She is measuring to see how close his legs are to hers. Damn, this bed is so big. It's not like hers at home. There's still a lot of room between them. She laughs again, this performance isn't as convincing. But still it gets her closer. He doesn't turn his head this time. Damn. 

"What's so funny?" he asks.

"Oh, nothing."

"No really, I would love to know."

Missy's eyes scan the page she on. She searches for something. She picks a random line out of desperation: "But my father, who was a painter and an architect, was so hurt by the Depression, when he was unable to make a living, that he thought I should have nothing to do with the arts."

"You think that's funny?"

"Um yea."

Greg put down his old book. "Do you think it's funny because that's what your major is? Are you going into the arts?"

"Uh, well I'm not really sure of my major yet."

He rolls over to Missy. He is close. If she wanted to she could spread her legs and touch him. He starts babbling about making sure to pick a major that might coincide with any degree thus thereafter. He is the only person Missy has ever heard say thus or thereafter. She wants a kiss. One kiss. It can't hurt.

Her body leans forward and she wraps her arms around Greg's shoulders. They are tight and solid. They are wider than anyone she's ever hugged, except her uncle Charlie who is just fat. The back of his neck is even solid. She reaches her face up to his and slides her body next to his. She is little next to him. Their lips touch and she begins to kiss. He kisses her back and Missy can feel herself getting wet. It is shocking. She's been damp this whole time, but now she feels the slipperiness spreading. His tongue explores her mouth. His hand rests on her cheek and shows her what to do. She moans. She's never moaned before during a kiss. 

Her perfect breasts rest against the top of his chest. She knows he can feel them. Where is his other hand? It's probably heading there now. It's going to cup on and then squeeze. Those manly muscles are going to pinch it and make her jump. She'll let him. She'll let him get that far and then jack him off. She wants to see what he looks like down there anyway. His hand grabs her waist. I bet you he likes my waist. All the women he dates are probably heavier than me. There's no fat on mine for him to grab. He'll like that. His other hand leaves her cheek. It grabs the other side of her waist. She can't wait for him to pull her hips into him. It'll feel good.

He pushes her off him. 

"Missy, we can't."

"But,"

"The answer is no. It's not right."

Her head is spinning. He kissed her back. He wants this. Damn it. Just give into your urge. Maybe he has disease and he is a nice guy. Maybe he had an accident down there and there's nothing there. Maybe he's married.

"Are you married?"

"No."

"Do you have AIDS, herpes, shit like that?"

"No."

"Were you in an accident? It's ok if you…"

"No."

Missy rolls back to the far side of the bed. She is fuming. What the hell? She tosses his book on the nightstand and rolls away from him and faces the wall. Who does this guy think he is? He's not all that. That's for sure. I mean, I'm hot.

But a doubt is creeping into her mind like a fire that spreads from a field into a forest. It engulfs. It loves the wind to fan its flames. It may even reach a house. Destroy it. Destroy the beauty inside and outside. Is she as hot now that she's in the adult world?

What if he likes those porn women? Jenna Jameson was always Danny's favorite. They watched a few together, but that's only because he was trying to get her to suck his dick. He asked if they could do whatever they do in the movie. She said yes, but when it came to that she said no. He fucked her and watched the TV screen the whole time. She didn't care. The guy on there was a hunk, and had a dick that almost looked scary. That was the first time she had an orgasm through intercourse. It was good, but not like the one Mr. Skinner gave her. He went down on her and ate her out. She had never come so hard, and hasn't since. And Jason, I mean he's a football player, but never made her come once. She told him he did when he asked, but she was lying. Once she even cried saying how good it was. That was a performance. But, here's Greg telling her no. She says his name in her head three times in a mocking tone: "Greg. Greg. Greg!" Fine then. Screw it. Screw him. I'm not even going to jack him off when he gets me up in the middle of the night wanting some. I may even tell him if he touches me I'll scream rape. How will that look, a little defenseless college girl being attacked by some middle aged perv who's built like a brick house? 

Missy sighs. Greg says nothing. He shuts off the light. The cover of darkness soaks into Missy. It soaks into her mind and slips its way toward her tits. They are hardening and she is doing nothing. She's just thinking of nothing. Her pussy feels like one of those pink pool lights glowing in the night. The darkness is slithering toward it. It's a beacon and it's calling it. Missy places her hand between her closed legs. She is not just wet anymore - she is flooded. The inside of her thighs are slippery. She takes her finger and snakes it inside her. The pleasure soaks outward. It soaks her wet ground. Her finger feels hot, like hot tub water. She turns it on and the jets begin to pulse. 

Her breathing is getting loud. She's afraid Greg will find out. Fuck, he'll probably try to stop her. She crams a couple knuckles into her mouth and continues her wet massage. Her clit is swollen. Engorged. Sensitive. She uses just her middle finger and starts to flick faster. The breathing through her nose becomes louder. Screw him. She doesn't care if he knows. She starts moving her arm back and forth. The bed begins to shake a little. She stops. Maybe he will stop her. She slips two fingers into her liquid folds. She begins to slide them in and out, slowly as to not rock the bed. She hears herself moan a little.

"Are you ok?" he asks.

His voice sounds like a bullhorn in the quietness of her darkness. It seems loud. She becomes motionless. Should she answer? The two fingers are just sitting in her, waiting to make their way to her young diamond nub. Her clit feels like a lost treasure, one that needs to be found and plundered. Go for it.

"Greg," she says.

"Yes."

"I know in the beginning I offered you, well you know. But, I want you to see something."

She has never been an aggressor before. Hell, she's never had to. The guys try and try and try. Sometimes she says yes, most of time no. Even when the guy from Indiana came down to visit her, had saved up the entire summer for a plane ticket, she turned him down. They had slept together in Indiana the summer before, he was her first, but by the time he got there next summer she wasn't interested. He didn't have enough muscles for her taste. But Greg, he did.

She rolls over quietly, but the rustle of sheets sounds like she's moving on bubble wrap. She slips her two fingers out and reaches in what she thinks is the vicinity of Greg's mouth. His kisses were great. He is going to taste this and give in. He is going to want her more than anything. She smells young and fresh. That guy from Indiana said she smelled like cotton candy. Yes, he'll want her more than anything. The dark will let him do it. My fingers will make him do it. I guess I'll let him fuck me. I want to feel him inside me. It will be awesome. He'll pull on me and my hips will squirm, but he'll be so strong that he'll grind into me. He'll make me come hard when he does. 

Her fingers find their way to Greg's face. They are on the tip of his nose. They are slick and warm and wet. She lets them slink down his nose and she hears him breathe in. He smells her cotton candy. Her sticky cotton candy is luring him in. Missy closes her eyes. She bets that they are glistening like a fishing lure in a dark lake, attracting this hungry fish. She plunges them into his mouth. His lips close and his tongue swirls. They begin to taste and suck. She lets them fall deeper in his mouth. He sucks harder and glides his tongue between the slick folds near the base of her fingers. His hand grabs her wrist. He is going to yank her closer. He is going to roll on top of her. He is going to penetrate her and they'll come together. It'll be the strongest in her life.

He pulls her fingers out of his mouth. "Missy," he says out of breath, "we can't."

"No," she complains. "No, I know you think I'm just doing this because I feel bad for you, or because you are paying for all my crap, but I'm not. I swear to you, I've never wanted anyone so bad in my life. I need you. You can do whatever you want." She's never said that. But, it's true. He could do anything and she would let him. 

"It's not right," he says and rolls over.

What the hell is his problem? The thought poured out of her mind in a mumbling of anger. She rolls over as well and then rolls back onto her back. He's an ass to get her all worked up like that. Then that nagging doubt creeps up, maybe in the adult world she's not the shit. The thought is stronger now that it has the darkness to hide in. It whispers in her ears like a mosquito. There is no use swatting, it's dark, she can't see it, she'll miss and she knows it. She breathes in deep and can feel her jaw clench. Then it dawns on her. He's gay. Of course. He's from California. They're all liberal out there. They're probably all gay and shit too. He's gay. He probably is even married to his gay partner. Good for them. But, the nagging continues. She is afraid to know the answer. She doesn't want to know. But she asks anyway.

"Greg?"

"Yes," he says. His voice is shaky.

"Are you gay? I mean it's cool and all, and I don't…"

"No. Good night Missy."

Missy lay there for several minutes thinking about her situation. She's going to get to college and no guy is going to like her. She'll never be able to catch a rich husband. Hell, she can't even catch a straight single male alone at a hotel in the middle of the Arizona desert. How is she going to compete with the women of LA? They're all beautiful. I bet you that's what Greg is used to. Some really hot women who look better than me, but are in their late twenties, so they know what to do. I could learn. I am good at that. Jason said I knew exactly how to swivel my hips and he only showed me once. Darren, who doesn't count because I only jacked him off, showed my hand how to pump. I picked it up no problem. I bet you Greg would be a good teacher.

Missy feels her moistened fingers slide back into her pool. They are slicker now from Greg's mouth. She spread her legs. She could picture her leg inching near Greg's. She spreads them a little wider and let the fingers go deeper. She takes her other hand and reaches under her shirt. She grabs her breast and pinches her nipple. It's rare she plays with them, but now it feels good. She pulls her fingers out and closes her eyes. 

Screw Greg. I know he wants me, he's just trying to be a good guy or some shit like that. I should have picked a bad boy. Maybe let those four guys upstairs have their way with me. I bet Greg would be screaming to have me back then. To protect me from them. No. Screw him. I am going to make myself come and the only way he is going to stop me is if he takes his big body and gets on top of me and fucks me. Then I'll stop. But, unless he does that then I'm going to come. I'm tired of feeling like this.

Missy's hand is slippery and she begins to rub it across her clit. She likes it soft at first and then she picks up speed and pushes harder. The bed begins to rock back and forth ever so slightly. She does not care. Screw him. She picks up her speed and presses down a little harder. Little splashing noises start to leak out into the dark room. She can picture it; her swollen pussy, tight and perfect, splashing like a pool in the night with its pink little light on. She starts to moan. Screw him! She rubs faster and her clit begins to swell and push its way from underneath her fleshy umbrella. She pushes harder now and the bed is rocking. She moans louder and starts sliding back and forth even faster. Her stomach is tightening and her breathing stops. She starts to come. Her legs rise involuntarily and she starts to buck against her hand. "Fuck," she says in a low guttural groan. The flood happens quickly. She comes and the water recedes leaving only wet ground. It was strong. Not as strong as if Greg had been inside of her, but strong. She sits motionless, legs in the air and panting. Greg rolls over near her. His arm, that big thick strong arm loops over her pinning her against the wet sheets. 

"Are you ok now?" he asks.

She can feel his breath. He is close. She doesn't want to open her eyes. Who does this guy think he is? She just came right in front of him and he's asking her if she's ok? The answer surprises her.

"Of course not," she says lowering her legs. "I need you. I need you to make love to me."

Maybe that's what he needs. For her to say make love and do all that romantic bullshit they do in whatever kind of books he likes to read. "Please Greg," she reaches for his other hand, "feel me," she whispers. She guides his hand between her come soaked thighs. They glide. They are soft at first; then his hand clutches her thigh. It's strong and sends her hips upward. He lets go and glides again. Softer this time. She spreads her legs further. He grips again this time right near her pussy. She knows he can feel the heat. She knows he wants to find out how tight it is. His fingers start to circle her clit. She lets go of his hand and reaches down to search for his dick. It takes only a second to find it. He is hard. He feels huge. She remembers grabbing Danny's dick under his shorts. It poked out a little and she could rub it, but it wasn't like this. His head is near the top of his shorts. One inch more and it would be poking out. She's not even sure how he could walk around like that. His finger slides in. It is thick, just like his cock will feel. Thicker than my two fingers. She leans over and kisses him. He is breathing heavy and he is responding to her stroking. Thank god! He is going to make me come stronger than ever before. We are going to come together.

There is a knock at the door. Greg pushes her away and sighs. He is panting and the bulge in his shorts is harder than ever. She isn't going to let go, but he takes her hand and says wait there. He gets up out of bed and walks over to the door. The bed feels lonely and empty without him. The darkness is beside her. She is afraid it will reach his ears. She is afraid it will tell him to stop. She strips. He won't be able to resist her if he's naked. Wet. Spread waiting for him. 

"Who is it?" Greg asks through the door.

"Management. Do you own a red Subaru hatchback? The lights are on."

"No, it's not us."

He used the term "us." Missy's legs shake. She can hear him walking back toward her. His strong legs. They would be holding her open, wider soon. She would be able to grab them and pull him into her. The light clicks on.

Missy's eyes stay shut. She knows her nakedness is before him. Her perfect body, naked, lying in anticipation. He is probably undressing, getting even harder. He knows it will be tight. Tighter than anything he gets out in California, that's for sure. Why isn't he on top of me yet?

"Missy," he says.

She opens her eyes. He is standing there. His eyes are admiring her, but telling her no. She can't believe it. She can see his chest heaving in and out. She can see his eyes staring at her floodgates. She can see the bulge in his pants that looks like a tree that's grown off the side of a cliff. He wants her just as bad, she knows it. She doesn't want him to say anything. She talks.

"Take off your pants. Please." She reaches out. He surprises her. He closes his eyes and she begins to unbutton them. She is clumsy. I bet all the women in California can do it quick and with one hand. She gets them undone and unzips his zipper. They don't fall. His giant erection is holding them in place. She works them down. He is standing there in his t-shirt and boxers. The bulge is sticking straight out. She grabs it. Her hand wraps around its base. It feels thick. Strong. She's almost there.

"Missy, we can't," he says. He is not grabbing her. He is not stopping her. She struggles to get the boxers to slide over his hard on. She does and lets them slide to his knees. She grabs it again and stares. The head looks huge. She remembers Danny, and Jason, and the boy from Indiana, and even Mr. Skinner, but they weren't like this. They were boys. He is a man. She rolls over and slides on her belly to get closer. She wraps both hands around it. Both hands and it is still visible! She begins to stroke and soon a single drop of come oozes out, like a small break in a damn. It is sitting on his head. She has never seen anything like this. He looks like the porno star from the movies. His hands grab her wrists. She wants him to throw them over her head. She wants him to pin them there and spread her legs and fuck her until she is dizzy. She knows he isn't going to.

"Stop," he says. 

She tries to keep pumping. He is way too strong.

"We can't," he says. "It's not right."

The tears begin to well in Missy's eyes. These are not fake. These are not the performance tears she did when she broke up with Jason. These are real, and her body hurts because of them. Greg steps back from her. If he tries to comfort her now, he knows it will only lead to more fondling, some kissing and eventually the wrong act. He slips his boxers and shorts back on.

"Look, Missy, it's not you. You're beautiful and I'm flattered. But, if you do this, you may regret it later. And I can't live with that on my conscience. You may not understand now, but you will later."

His words, although meant to be soothing, stung like chlorine dumping right into Missy's sunny pink pool. It's hot and wet, and now it burns. She rolls over not saying a word. He waits several seconds and lays on top of the covers. She doesn't even want to cover up. She wants him to see her like this, balled up, crying, her beautiful gorgeous body open, her pretty pink pussy waiting. He shuts off the light.

Hours go by and Missy finally hears Greg's soft breathing turn into a deepness that only sleep can bring. She has been wet the whole time. She had been toying with herself, teasing and taunting that wet diamond of hers until now. He will not say no. The only reason he said no last time was because someone knocked at our door. He won't say no if I do this. If I just hook him like they sometimes do in fishing. 

She sits up slowly and creeps toward his shorts. She wants to do this now. He will not say no with his dick in her mouth. She brushes her fingers on his shorts as lightly as she possibly could. She is searching for that button. Searching for it without setting off his alarm. Her finger touches something. It feels like the hard nub of brass. This is it. She sneaks her fingers around it and feels the clasp pop. She sits still. Waiting for signs of movement. Nothing. She feels like a thief after a treasure. A big treasure.

She inches the zipper down, one tooth at a time. She pauses again. Still no movement. She listens for his exhale. It sinks into the darkness. Good. She feels his boxers and searches for the elastic band. If she can just get them down without him knowing. She lifts them and with one hand holds them near his thigh. She knows his dick is free now. She knows it is there in the blackness. She bends down and sniffs. She is hunting and once she gets a hold of it, she will not let go. His smell is one of man. He is all man. She feels his cock against her cheek. She readjusts her mouth and slides it in. It is big and growing rapidly. She begins to suck, bobbing her head back and forth like she's seen in so many movies. The guys love this. He will not say no now. He can't. She hooked him. 




Self-Discipline



His dick is swelling in her mouth as she continues to plunge down on it. She is closing her mouth on the way up, and then stopping at the top. His head fills her entire mouth and she sucks. He is fully hard now and she can hear him moaning. She drops back down on his dick again, but only makes it half way. It feels huge in her mouth. She feels like a snake that's caught something too big. She pushes down again and sucks on the way back up. There is something salty leaking out of him. It tastes good. She knows what it is, and she can't believe she hasn't done this before. She plummets again and rises up slowly. She sucks hard this time and he lets out another moan. She takes her hand and pulls down his shorts and boxers. He lets her. He can't say no. Not with his hard dick in her mouth. 

She cradles his balls and begins sucking again, this time with speed. It is amazing to her. It still feels as if he's growing. She sucks harder and begins pumping with her hand at the same time. He whispers her name. Her pool light brightens and the warmness not only grows between her legs but in her heart as well. She feels his hands grab her waist. They are powerful. She is sure that she feels like a toy to him, a toy he is allowed to do anything with. A toy he can toss around and pin and squeeze and fuck! He spreads her legs as she continues to blow him. He lifts her in the air and has her pussy land right on his mouth. He begins to search with his tongue the depths of her pool. She can already feel herself tightening up. She can already feel herself holding her breath like she's trapped underwater; eyes red, lungs searing, body wanting only one thing – air. His tongue starts to make laps. Back and forth, swimming shallow then deep. He touches the base then swims back toward her clit. He hits it and dives off. Her legs are beginning to shake. She stops sucking and comes up for air. He grabs her head and shoves it back down underwater onto his cock. It fills her. She is getting dizzy. She wants the liquid to fill her lungs. She wants it to drown her, just so it can come out the floodgates of her pool. His laps quicken. Her swollen pink walls are collapsing and the water is flooding into her little pink light. A flash flood. An epic orgasm. He stops.

She pulls her mouth, the one that never dared blow someone, but now wantes to drown in liquid come, off his cock. It is dark and the upside down, right side up of things isn't present. She is just floating, waiting for him to break the damn wall and let it out; waiting for him to collapse in her walls and make her cave in like a sink hole. He lifts her in the air and tosses her on the bed. She is on her back. He reaches down and grabs her legs. He spreads them with force. He is big. She's almost a little afraid he's going to hurt her, like her first time all over again. He is. She can't wait. She is an adult now and her virginity is being taken by a man. He slams on top of her and she can feel the head of his cock penetrate her. She cannot hold it in anymore. She slithers down and his giant concrete damn starts to cover her pool. She's never felt so full. She's never felt so good. She is going to come. He pulls out.

"Damn it Missy, we can't do this."

The words don't just sting this time, they decapitate. She rolls over quiet. She stays up all night crying about what could have been. What she did wrong. What is wrong with her? Sometime in the desert morning she fell asleep. She doesn't think Greg slept at all. She awakens to a cooler full of food, three hundred dollars in cash, and a Triple AAA card in case of flats or emergencies. It feels like a dream. 

Missy arrives in her first class early. She is going to sit in front. Albeit, in the corner, but still in front. She wants to do well. She wants to prove to everyone she's an adult, not a fuck-up. Not a little kid. She even read some books to get ready for the class. All the students are stumbling in. It is morning and some of them are holding Starbuck's mugs. They're all freshman because the course is English Lit 101. She looks at the teacher's desk. There's some old brown book on it. The laptop in the middle of the room is on. It's not hooked up to the projector yet, but Missy can make out the words. They read: "Self Discipline is the Key to this Class". She glances at the old book again. Tennyson. It's an old poetry book.