3 comments/ 39168 views/ 9 favorites Repeat After Me Ch. 02 By: RepeatAfterMe As I set up my cameras in this girl's bedroom, I started looking around. Miss Yellow Sundress lived alone. No sign of a boyfriend. Perhaps she was so suggestible because she just didn't get fucked enough. I smiled to myself, remembering how obediently she had sunk to her knees at my command. She was still out there by her front door, awaiting my next order. "Get in here," I said loudly, still fiddling with the shutter speed on a camera. The beautiful blonde entered the room on all fours. I chuckled, remembering that I had told her to get on her knees. So, being the perfect little slave, she had crawled the whole way to avoid disobeying my order. I snapped a photo. Here was a creature who belonged on her knees. But not with clothes on. Even if it was an irresistible sundress... "Off with that dress," I said. "It's too hot in here for that, right?" "...rrrrght..." she slurred, drool spilling out her mouth. I suddenly remembered that I had also ordered her not to swallow. I couldn't help but laugh, watching this young, flawless woman, on her knees before me, unzipping her skimpy little sundress, waiting for me to give her permission to swallow my spit. I snapped a few pictures of her pulling that dress over her head, still on her knees. "You may swallow now," I allowed, once the dress was finally off. She lifted her glistening chin as she gulped down my spit, triggering fantasies of what else this girl would be gulping down tonight. I took a few shots of her in her light pink bra and little blue panties. Her hands were behind her back again, as if she already knew her place. "Those nipples could use a little more attention," I said. He bra had slipped down, staps off her shoulders and nipples pointing out over the cups. "But I think that bra is in the way." "...this bra is in the way..." she breathed, shedding the garment and beginning to twist her neglected nipples just like she had done on the street. Click, click, click went my camera. "And rub yourself through those panties too. Your pussy must be dripping wet by now." "...my pussy is dripping wet..." she said, moving one hand to start rubbing the aforementioned wet pussy, and leaving the other hand pinching a nip. "Spread those knees apart more, legs wider... good girl." I could see the shiny lips of her pussy, as her busy little fingers had pushed the fabric of her panties so far up. Click, click, click. "These pictures are going to turn out great," I said. "You belong on your knees." "...I belong on my knees..." my model practically moaned in confirmation. I couldn't resist. "You belong to me," I continued. "...I belong to you..." she moaned louder, working her nipple and pussy. "You're a slave to my every whim and desire." "... I'm a... slave to... you..." she panted, forgetting the rest. "You're my slave," I said. That should be simple enough for her. "I'm... your... slave..." She moaned between each word as if the words themselves gave her more pleasure than her eager fingers. "I'm your master," I said. "You're... my... master," she repeated, those moans getting louder. Good thing I had already started the video camera too. "Get those fingers out of your snatch and suck them," I said, amused by the way part of her underwear remained pushed up inside her. She sucked her fingers deep into her mouth, eyes staring up into the camera. Perfect. I got a few shots, but I wasn't paying much attention to photographic technique. I wanted to make her take those panties off... But while she was on her knees, she might as well suck something besides fingers. Repeat After Me Ch. 03 I set down the camera and stood over this kneeling, nearly-naked, young goddess, staring up at me with those wide blue eyes, sucking her fingers at my command. "I think that mouth of yours needs to suck on something bigger, darling," I said. "...I need to suck... on something bigger..." she repeated around her fingers. "Undress me." As she obeyed, my hard cock sprang out and hit her in the chin. I laughed. "You don't suck cock very often, do you?" "...I don't suck cock very often..." she panted. She put her hands behind her back again when my clothes were off, as if her body eagerly anticipated my next oder. "Because sucking cock is degrading, right?" "...right..." she repeated. I could feel her warm breath on my shaft. "To kneel like a slave in front of a man and let him stuff your throat with cock." "...stuff my throat with cock..." she said, her breathing was getting faster as she leaned in closer. "Isn't it demeaning?" I teased, "As if you only exist to obey and be fucked." "...I only exist to obey and be fucked..." she panted. I smiled. "Louder." "...I only exist to obey and be fucked..." she said louder, moaning a little on the last word, an inch away from what she needed. "Good girl," I said, shoving my cock into her flushed, parted lips. "Suck me off and get used to the taste." Her mouth obeyed, sucking hungrily and eagerly. But she clearly wasn't lying about her lack of experience. "Rhythm, bitch. Rhythm," I said, placing a hand on top of her head, bobbing it up at down to my liking. Her whole body complied. "Good girl." I lost myself in the pleasure for a while. Until I needed more. I took a fistful of blonde curls in each hand and face-fucked that cock-starved hole, pumping in and out as she moaned around my girth. With this pretty stranger's nose in my pubes and lips on my balls, it wasn't long before I came. I made sure that I came in her mouth, not her throat, so that she could savor the taste of my cum. "Swish it around and get used to my taste," I ordered, pulling my satisfied cock out of her soft red lips. Watching this sexy, independent young woman swivel my spunk around her tongue, on her knees, with her underwear still pushed up her slit... And knowing she was completely under my control... I almost came again right there. I was certainly ready for more. "You like the taste of my cum, don't you?" I said, looking down at her, casually teasing her wet underwear with my toe. She writhed and nodded, trying to spread her legs wider as if begging me to rub her cunt with my toe again. A little cum dripped out the corner of her dainty little mouth. I let out a chuckle and gave her another toe stroke. Her back arched even more and she squeezed her wrist behind her back. "Desperate aren't you?" I teased, with another wiggle of my toe. She moaned, still holding my cum in her mouth. "You may swallow now, slut." She gulped down my load and let out another little moan. As if it gave her pleasure to have something fill her throat again. "You already miss the taste of my cum, don't you?" "...I miss the taste of your cum..." "You love the taste of my cum, don't you?" "...I love the taste of your cum..." "Call me Master." "...I love the taste of your cum, Master.." she panted, her naked breast rising and falling with her excitement. I rubbed my toe through her underwear again. "And you love the taste of my spit too, don't you?" "...I love.. the taste of... your spit.. Master..." she repeated between moans of anticipation. "Good girl. Now stand up," I commanded. "You've been wearing that underwear for way too long." Repeat After Me Ch. 04 Now, I was an average looking man. But not exactly "sexy" by any woman's standards. My intermittent attempts at working out had yet to pay off in any visible way, aside from slowing down the weight gain that was typical in men of my age. Also, as a free-lance photographer, I didn't make an impressive amount of money. My only assets were my full head of hair, and my deep, penetrating eyes. And my "power" of course. Well, it was really more of a persuasiveness, and not an actual power, but I was always eager for any opportunity to practice it and strengthen it. Sometimes, I'm so amazed at the caliber of young, attractive women I find myself fucking, that I'm convinced I have a supernatural ability. But other times, like this one, when a hot, slim, seemingly-inexperienced 25-year-old is naked on her knees before me, choking on my average 41-year-old cock, I get the feeling there's nothing supernatural about it. This is a young woman's natural place- serving the desires of a dominant man. So I like to think my "power" over women is simply an ability to make them recognize where they belong. And where a woman like this belongs is kneeling on a hardwood floor, swishing my cum around her prudish little mouth, while her desperate cunt throbs with wetness simply from the pleasure of obeying my every command. So this girl I glimpsed on the subway platform a mere hour ago, was now completely mine, in body and mind. And even though she had just gulped down a mouthful of my cum mere seconds ago, I was already hard again and ready to give her ready cunt the same attention her mouth had recently enjoyed. "Stand up," I commanded. "You've been wearing that underwear for way too long." "Yes ...Master," her cum-coated mouth moaned, as she rose to her feet and slipped off her little blue cotton panties. She had pushed some of the material up her slit when I made her rub herself through her underwear. As the strip of cotton popped out of her pussy, a desperate little gasp escaped her. "Sounds like you need something to fill that void," I said through a grin as she stepped out of her soaked undergarment. "I need something... to fill this void," she repeated at my suggestion. "Get back on your knees," I corrected. "You forgot to call me Master." "Master," she panted as she sank to her knees again, hands behind her back. "Master." I chuckled at the way her back and neck arched involuntarily at the sound of her own subservience, sticking her juggs out, and spreading her bent knees in the natural position of a wanton slut. "Master." "Good girl," I said, rewarding her with a grope of her left breast. "Your nip is so hard." "So... hard... " "You must want me so bad," I teased. "So.. bad... Master," she moaned, rubbing her breast against my hand and thrusting her pussy forward. "What do you want?" I asked, as if I didn't know, I brushed my big toe across her bare, glistening pussy lips. Her legs spread themselves apart wider for me. "I want... to obey and be fucked, Master..." she panted between snatches of breath, rubbing herself against my toe while I toyed with her nipples. "I only exist... to obey and be fucked... Master," She was remembering suggestions as well as commands. A good sign. And she was practically humping my foot for even the smallest amount of pleasure. Another good sign. "On the bed, slut," I said, giving her a little push. She fell forward onto her hands and knees, with her perfect ass sticking up in the air. "But first," I said, "lick your cunt juices off my foot. I didn't give you permission to fuck my toe." She seemed to hesitate a bit at first, as if she expected me to lift my foot up to her mouth. I put my hand on top of her head and pushed it toward the floor. She resisted a little, but she was clearly too desperate to disobey me now. When her tongue started circling my toe and her mouth started sucking at it, that's when I knew I could really do anything I wanted with this woman. I've never been into any kind of foot stuff, but it was a huge ego boost to see a flawless, naked, young woman debase herself like this for my pleasure. I took a handful of blonde curls and pulled up her eager little head. "So..." I said, pointing her flushed pretty face up toward one of my video cameras, "I can basically do whatever I want to you, can't I?" "Do... whatever... you want to me... Master," she begged, like an animal in heat, still on her knees. "Louder for the camera, sweetie. And finger your cunt." From behind, I reached down to squeeze her supple breasts, twisting the sensitive nipples like volume control knobs. "Do... whatever... you want.. to me.. Master..." she moaned, getting louder as I twisted. Her neck arched up and back, burying my hard-on in her warm blonde curls. Her body shimmered with sweat. "I never even bothered to ask your name, did I?" I laughed with another twist. "It doesn't matter. I was just gonna call you 'slut' anyway." "Call... me... slut..." She had both hands working her snatch. "Or I guess I could call you 'bitch.' " "Call... me... bitch..." "Can I call you 'cunt?' " "Call me... cunt... " "But doesn't that make you feel degraded?" "Make... me... feel... degraded..." She was thrusting on every word. I pinched a nipple sharply. "You forgot to call me Master, cunt." "Make... me... feel... degraded... Master..." Her fingers were trying hard in there, but she knew the rule naturally, without even being told. She was mine now, and her orgasm was mine to allow or deny. "On the bed now, slut," I said. While I repositioned the camera, she climbed onto the bed from the floor and laid back lazily on her pillows. "No no," I corrected. "That's Master's place, bitch." She moved aside while I made myself comfortable on her nice bedspread and pillows. "Your place is on this," I said, pointing to my erect cock. "Your place is on your master's cock." "My place... is on... your cock... Master," she repeated, positioning her fit little body over mine. "Riding it until your Master cums." "My place is on... your cock, Master," she found the head of my cock with her warm, wet slit. "Riding it... until you..." she was working herself up and down obediently. "Riding it... riding..." she pounded harder to get my cock further up her hungry cunt. "Riding it until you... Until you..." She lost her train of "thought" as she worked herself up and down on my shaft, grasping my stomach for balance between thrusts. "Riding... until you..." she repeated, only aware of the command she must obey, the need she must fulfill before her own. "Until you..." she moaned, bucking against her own orgasm in order to give me mine. "Until you... until...until... you..." Repeat After Me Ch. 05 So usually when I exercise my "power" on a woman, I follow a general pattern - After I work my charm, I lead the mindless slut to my apartment, use her till I'm bored, and then kick her out while my cum is still oozing down her thighs. Fuck it and chuck it. But this one... well, I wasn't ready to chuck this one. In the morning, I spent a few minutes admiring my successful conquest. She had collapsed naked on top of the bedspread. I ran a hand over her perfect body, and when she didn't wake up, I began to fondle her ass and breasts at leisure. She was clearly exhausted from the fucking she got last night, but she managed to let out a satisfied guttural noise in response to her master's touch. I couldn't resist, I woke her up with hard slap on her soft, shapely ass. She turned over to face me, groggy and confused. "Good morning, slut," I said, my hand still enjoying the flesh of her ass. "Get up and fetch me my book bag." I rested comfortably in bed, watching her naked body stumble across the room, probably quite sore from last night's vigorous pounding. She brought me my bag like an obedient dog, and curled up to go back to sleep. But I wasn't done with her. "Sit up," I commanded, thrusting my smart phone into her hands. She sat up and leaned against the headboard, still looking groggy. "Put your number in my phone," I said, "And your address." When she started typing, I slipped a finger inside her. She spread her legs like an invitation, still sleepy, closing her eyes and pushing her aching cunt against her master's hand. "Keep typing, slut." She resumed her task, and I rewarded her with a slow little stroke of my finger. "Good girl. I also want your email address." I fingered her lazily. "Do you have a phone number for work?" She moaned an "Mmmhmm" as she continued to type obidiently. "Oh, and for the contact name..." I said, sliding my finger in and out of her sore, used, yet still hungry cunt. "For your name, put 'C-train Spit Bitch' so I remember who you are." When she finished typing, I reward her by teasing her with two fingers instead of one. She moaned and closed her eyes. "I'm not done with you yet." I handed her some papers from my bag. "Sign these." I know a few porn sites that pay me for my pics and footage. Some of them don't require a release form from the female party. But it's so fun to make her sign away her rights anyway... I started fingering her harder as she looked at the form, trying to read it, but much too distracted. "It's a release form," I said to help her out. "...release..." she repeated mindlessly. I grinned. "It gives me permission to sell pictures and videos of you to internet porn sites," I explained, adding a third finger to the proceedings. "...but..." she stammered, trying to form a thought. "I'm going to make at least two thousand off last night," I said, pumping her harder. "...but...ohhh...but..." "But what? But I'm fucking you too hard for you to hold a pen? Okay, I'll stop." I laughed and paused with three fingers up her cunt. "...ohhh... please..." "You're my slave, and I can use you however I want." "...use me... however you want..." Her pussy was contracting around my fingers in desperation. "Exactly. Sign it." "... but..." "But what, bitch?" I snapped. "... but... what name... do I sign?" I laughed with pleasure and resumed finger fucking my slave, slowly. "Spit Bitch," I said, and she shakily signed. "C-Train Spit Bitch. That's what you can google today... when you get all wet and desperate from thinking about my cock." She moaned at the mention of my cock, which made me smile. I rewarded her by sucking a nipple after I moved the signed form out of the way. "I'm going to make so much money off you," I whispered as she writhed beneath me uncontrollably. I rammed my fingers harder up her snatch and kissed her open mouth, pushing my tongue in with no resistance. She pulled it deep into her mouth, like she was hungry for something bigger, sucking it in rhythm with my fist pounding as I brought her to the edge. "You know better than to cum without your master's permission. Good girl. I like a slut who knows her place." The slut sort of whimpered. "Speaking of your place," I continued, "Why don't you get on your knees and suck my dick." I swung myself around and sat on the edge of the bed while this hot, horny angel got on her hands and knees before me. Legs spread, pussy dripping, boobs pushed together by her arms, back arched, ass in the air, mouth panting and lips parted. I leaned back to enjoy the view as she serviced my dick. Her boobs bounced in rhythm with her head, bobbing up and down mindlessly. Leaning back on one hand, I put the other hand on the back of her head to push in farther and hold her where I liked it. I was too tired to give her the rough face-fucking she craved, so I just rocked against the mattress in a lazy rhythm to pump my dick up an down her throat. When I got closer to cumming, the hand on her head entwined itself with her matted blonde hair as she managed to suck me even tighter and deeper. I was ruining this girl and I felt incredible. She was sexier than me, she was in better shape then me, she was way younger than me, and yet she was completely mine. I emptied my load in her warm little mouth, just like last night. "Don't swallow yet," I said. "And stay on your knees." I went around the room, packing up my cameras and getting dressed as I went, taking my time. My slave stayed on her knees with her hands behind her back. I stood over her. "Open your mouth, spit-bitch." She obeyed, tilting her head back to show me her mouthful of jizz. I chuckled at the sight of my cum in her used little mouth. "Good girl. You're starting to love my taste, aren't you?" She nodded, spilling a little cum down her face. "But something's missing..." I said, leaning over and taking her pretty face in my hands. I grinned and spit straight into her mouth. "Now you stay there and enjoy that," I said, picking up my bookbag. "Stay on your knees like a good little slave, and don't swallow until I text you. ...I know, I know, your throat feels so empty without my cock in it... your cunt does too. When I text you, you may finger yourself till you cum, since you've been so good today. Bye spit-bitch." I don't remember how long I waited to text her. I kept replaying the image of this classy young beauty naked on her knees for me, with my spit and cum dripping down her delicate little chin. When I got to my apartment, I considered going back to fuck her again. But I decided against it. I'd fuck her again anyway... and in the meantime she'd be finger-fucking herself while thinking about my dick...