7 comments/ 29978 views/ 37 favorites Crazy Ch. 01 By: cirelo We'd broken up almost a year ago. Well, broken up was a little misleading, since we had never been official or anything. We'd only gone on like six dates, which was how long it took me to figure out that she was completely batshit and I wanted nothing to do with her. And also how long it took her to decide that I was her soul mate, we were destined to be together, and if she tried hard enough she could convince me of that fact. Or if that didn't work, at least convince me to stay with her anyway. Yeah, batshit. I'd left her, dated other people, but she'd made it pretty hard for me over the last year. One thing after another, from fake pregnancies to fake suicide attempts, she kept pulling me back in, and in the process managed to sabotage every other relationship I had tried to start. And yet here I was, sitting across the table from her now. She'd made a deal with me, that if she was "good", and left me alone for six whole weeks, no contact whatsoever, I'd meet her for drinks. And despite the fact that she was delusional and bi-polar as all hell, she was incredibly strong-willed. So she'd pulled it off, and here I was. She was definitely still hot. Not pretty. Hot. Pretty was for cute girls that you would want to take home to meet you parents, or take to the movies. She definitely wasn't that. No, she was hot. She was the kind of girl whose looks make guys just a little crazy. You wouldn't think about bringing her to meet your folks, but you might fantasize about fucking her in an elevator. And yeah, she was definitely still hot. She was wearing makeup, but it was either better makeup or she had done a better job of putting it on than the last time I had seen her. It looked mostly natural, like makeup was supposed to look, rather than the over-applied layers she had worn back in the day. It hid her freckles, at least on her face, which was too bad. I liked her freckles. Although now I could see a lot more of them then last time... the dress she was wearing didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. It was green, which matched her eyes, and had spaghetti straps, and it was pretty low cut. Her boobs weren't huge, maybe a C-cup, but they were perky, and they were almost popping out of the top of that dress. I figured there must be some kind of support built into the dress, because I didn't see any bra straps, and something was definitely pushing them together and up. And the dress was short. Almost too short to be legal in public, but in this bar no one was likely to complain. It fit tight to her figure, too, which was just as good as I remembered. Slim waist, perfect round ass... an Irish beauty. Her dark red hair was up in a ponytail, the curls making it fluffier than she probably wished it was, but it worked. When she walked in, she turned a lot of heads, and I actually felt a little surge of pride, or something, when she walked over to my table. Like "ha, motherfuckers, she's with me!" She wasn't, though. And I was definitely not sure I wanted to be seen with her in public. Who knows what kind of shit she might pull? "So..." I said, after the silence started to make me uncomfortable. She hadn't said a word after she ordered her drink, a Buttery Nipple. Yuck. I took a sip from my beer, and looked at her. "Good to see you again, Sam." "Same here, I guess. What do you want, Kat?" "Jeez, straight to the point. Maybe I just wanted to see you?" "Well, I've got to be honest; I didn't really want to see you." She looked hurt, but I knew it was just an act. "Sam...." "Don't give me that shit. The last time I saw you, you threw a plate at my head. What do you want?" She leaned over the table toward me, giving me a fabulous view of her cleavage, and said "I want you." I laughed. "Whatever." "Sam, I'm serious. I want to get back with you." My smile vanished. "Look Kat, that's nice and all, but I don't want to get back together. I thought I made that pretty clear before." "I know why you left. And I've changed. I really have. And I just thought that now, maybe..." She looked pretty vulnerable, all the sudden. And it even looked genuine. But I couldn't be sure. "Look Kat, we had fun and all, but I really can't deal with being in a relationship with you. And that hasn't changed." "You mean you can't be in a relationship with me because of my...the way I can be sometimes." "I guess if you want to put it that way. Kat, you've got issues. And you've got to work that shit out, and I just can't be a part of it. Not again." "Well, I don't want a relationship." "What?" "I said-" "Yeah, I know what you said, what did you mean? Why am I here?" She didn't say anything for a moment, as her brow furrowed and her lips pursed. Like she was trying to find the right words to say something difficult. Finally, as I was about to lose my patience, she blurted "I need your help." I stared at her. "Explain." "Look Sam, I know I have problems. And I am working on them. But I need you to help me through them. You're the only guy I trust. I know you, I know the real you, and I know that you won't hurt me. Not really. And I've got to work though some stuff, and the only way I can do that is with someone I trust." I just blinked at her. "Look, I know after what happened you don't trust me. That's okay, I understand. But I need your help. Just hear me out, please?" I sighed. I knew I should say just say no, and walk out. I knew whatever it was she was trying to do it was actually a ruse, another way to try to get me back. Have I mentioned that she's crazy? And obsessed with me? And stalked me for nine of the last twelve months? But what can I say. She looked scared. When the tears welled up in her eyes, I just couldn't say no. But damn if I was going to walk into this blindly. "Okay, maybe. Tell me what you want." She took a gulp of her drink, which I knew had some serious alcohol in it, despite the fruity flavor. She looked like she was screwing up her courage. "Look, I'm not going to bite. Just tell me." She gulped another drink. "Okay, just give me a minute. This is hard." I leaned back in my chair, and crossed my arms. How much of this was fake? Should I just leave? Then she said "Okay, I want to make a deal with you. You'll like it, believe me." "I haven't believed you in a long time. But I'm listening." That was one thing about her. She may be sneaky as hell, but if she said something straight out, she would follow through. She liked making deals. Yeah, she would lawyer it, so if part of a deal was that she was going to buy you a coke, you had better make sure you said "a cold, unopened coke" or it would probably be warm and flat. But she would always obey the letter of her deals. "First, let me tell you why I need your help. I want you to believe me." "Okay." "So you know how I have some problems. Like, I sometimes people think I don't always tell the truth, and all that?" I nodded. Of course people thought that, because it was true. She rarely straight out lied, it was always a twist on the truth, or an omission. I thought it was interesting that she still wouldn't admit that she did it; she just said "people think". Still not taking responsibility. "Well, I've been seeing a psychiatrist. And it's really helping. But the thing is, she says I have a hard time trusting people, and that I always try to manipulate the people around me. So I need to learn to let go of my control. I need to stop trying to be in charge." "Yeah, good luck with that." "Sam, I'm serious. I am really working on this." "Okay, I believe you. Keep going." Well, I sort of believed her. "The thing is, she says that it is all tied up with sex, that I try to manipulate people into doing what I want by using sex." I nodded. Oh, I remembered that, for sure. "And the other part is that it is all tied up with you. She says I deify you, and that I need to be able to see you as a person." "Deify. Good word. I actually agree with your shrink. So what do you actually want?" It probably came out harsher than I meant, but I was used to being harsh with her. It was the only thing that had gotten her to leave me alone even for a little while over the last year. Still, she heard my tone of voice, and I could see it got to her. She said "Look, this isn't easy for me, okay? I'm trying here." She took a deep breath. "Okay, so here's what I want. I want to let you be in charge. For a while. I have to stop feeling like I can be in control of other people, and the only way to do that is to have you be in control of me." I stared at her. "What?" "I want you to be in control." I started to speak but she cut me off. "Before you say anything, just hear me out, okay?" I nodded. "There are some terms. This can't affect my job, or my family. So it has to stay just between us. At least, no one I know can find out. And it can't affect my job, so I have to be able to go to work, and be able to do a good job. And I won't hurt anyone, or do anything really illegal. And you can't just tell me to go away." She swallowed again, and looked kind of scared. "But anything else, I'll do whatever you say." I just looked at her for a moment. "Anything I say?" "Yes." Her voice wavered a little. My mind was reeling. This was too weird. "So let me get this straight. You want me to tell you what to do, and you'll do it?" She nodded. "Anything?" She nodded again. "As long as it's not going to put me in jail, and it won't cost me my job, or affect my relationships with my family. And no one I know can find out. Oh, and it can't be anything permanent, like a tattoo." I stared at her some more, my mind going a mile a minute. She was offering to essentially be my slave. If she meant it, and it seemed like she did. She always meant the letter of her deals. But I saw what she was doing. She felt like she was not able to keep control of herself, so she was giving the control to someone else. Someone she trusted, for some fucking reason. Me. Well, the control and the responsibility. That was really what this was about, I was sure. She would no longer be responsible for her own actions. If I agreed to this deal, in her mind she wouldn't be responsible, I would be. Fuck that. "No." "Wait, please just think about it for a minute!" "Why the hell would I agree to that? That's ridiculous. You want me to sweep in and fix your life, after all the shit you've put me through? Please." "Well, it's not just that I want you to fix everything..." She looked...shy for some reason. Weird. "What are you talking about? I know how fucked up you are. I got to see that all close and personal. I tried to help, even, back in the day. And we both know how that turned out." "Yeah, back then you were just giving me advice. This will be different." "Yeah right. Different how?" "I'll have to do it. You'll be in charge, not me. And if I break the deal, if I don't do what you say, I never contact you again. No phone calls, texts, emails, anything. Which is what you wanted, right?" Huh. That might actually make a difference for her. For some reason she saw not being in contact with me as the worst thing in the world, so that would actually be a pretty big incentive to convince her to stick with something. "Yeah, that's fine, but why go through all this for it? I mean, that's fine for an incentive for you to stick it out, even if it's hard, but why should I agree in the first place? I would be taking on a massive, massive mess, what, out of the goodness of my heart?" "Well, you would be in charge of everything. I would do anything you say that's not against the rules." Wait a minute. "You didn't say anything about sex." She blushed a bright red. It spread from her face, down her neck, over her breasts, and disappeared under her dress. "No, I didn't." Ah. So that was my incentive. "So, you'll do what I say with sex too?" "Yes." "Anything?" "Anything within the rules." I looked around. "So if I said I want you to go fuck that guy, you would?" She looked, gulped, and almost whispered "Yes." She looked back at me, her eyes wide, her blush deepening. Whoa. There had to be a catch. "Is there a time limit?" "Well, I hadn't really thought about it. I was thinking that I would know when I was ready for it to be done." "No, I don't think so. I see what you're doing. You know you fucked up this last year for me-" She cut me off. "It started before that." "Whatever. The point is, you think you can't control yourself, and you don't want to be responsible for your actions. And you believe that I will do a better job of running your life, for some reason. And if I don't, then I'm the one you blame for it, not yourself. And if you ever feel like it isn't working out, you just bail. Well, I am thinking about it, and I can't believe I am, but if I do this, I don't want you to be able to just quit whenever." She opened her mouth, but this time I cut her off. "I'm not saying it has to be permanent. I just don't want you quitting at any moment. How about we re-up the deal once a week. Either of us can quit if we want. That way, if you want out you can get out, but I won't have you just bailing at any moment. You have to know this is serious." She stared at me, eyes wide. Again, with the soft, scared voice "Okay. But that doesn't count as breaking the deal." "Yeah, okay. Either of us can get out of it then, with no penalty. But any other time, I decide if you've broken the deal." She hesitated. "You're already asking me to take complete control of your life. I get to decide if you have broken the deal." "But you want me to go away. You'll just say I've broken the deal, and I'll have to..." She trailed off. "Look, I agreed to meet you here, didn't I? I am actually thinking about this craziness because there's a chance it might actually help you. If I wanted to just cut you off, I would." She thought about it for a minute, and then said "I guess. Okay." "I want this in writing." She nodded. I stared at her for another tense moment. I felt like there was a trap buried here somewhere, but I was not sure. Would I really be okay with taking responsibility for her life? Oi. Maybe. "And after a week, if either of us wants out, we can get out?" She nodded again. Well. It had been a shit year for me, and no small part of that was her fault. I figured she would have some crazy scheme to still be in control, and she might not even know that she did. But I actually found myself looking forward to the challenge. "Alright, I'll agree. But first, I want it in writing. We meet back here tomorrow, same time, and you have a written contract, and we'll do this. But I'll agree on a temporary basis, only for tonight. Until midnight. A trial run, to see if you're serious. Deal?" Her eyes were huge. Her voice trembled a little as she said "Deal." "Starting now." I stuck out my hand for her to shake. She took it and said "Starting now." Well, I was in for it now. Okay, now was the time to test her resolve. Shake her up a little, see if I could find the ulterior motive I was sure she had. For a moment, I considered telling her to do something public, like blow me under the table, but I had already said we would meet here tomorrow night, and I kind of liked this place. I didn't want to get banned. Well, if she wanted me to boss her around, I better act the part. "Okay, pay for our drinks, we're leaving." She jumped a little, surprised by my harsher tone, but she moved quickly to pull some cash out of her purse. I felt a little weird about letting her pay, because I usually pay for stuff with girls, but I figured this would drive home the "I'm in charge" thing. I wanted this to be as stark as I could, to try to call her bluff. If she was bluffing. She laid the money on the table and started to get up, but I said "Wait. Finish your drink." She downed it in two swallows. I checked my watch. It was nine thirty, so I had about two and a half hours before the midnight deadline. Time enough to call her bluff. On the other hand, I had to work in the morning, and I had not said anything about staying with her until midnight. Maybe that would be a way to show her what it would be like to obey me when I was not there. And I could see if she really would. "Go to the bathroom, take off your panties, put them in your purse, and come back out here." She didn't say anything, just got up and walked toward the bathroom. I watched her walk, her tight round ass swaying as her medium-high heels made her walk into something more like a prance. Her dress really was short, barely covering the globes of her ass. She would have to be paying attention as she moved around to keep from flashing her underwear. And in a moment, to keep from flashing her pussy. I took the time while she was in the bathroom to think. She had worn that dress on purpose. A year ago, she probably hadn't even owned something like that. She was trying to entice me, turn me on so I would take the bait offered by this deal. And it was definitely working. I was horny as hell. Whatever she said about trying to change, she was definitely doing what she had before, using sex to try to manipulate me. And damn if it wasn't working. But maybe I could turn the tables on her. Teach her that using sex to get me to do what she wanted wasn't going to work. In fact, maybe this whole plan actually would be good for her. I doubted her shrink would like it, but whatever. Maybe having someone else completely in charge of her would be like going cold turkey would be for a smoker. Hard, but maybe effective. And I knew she would try to manipulate me anyway, and if I could call her on it, and make her do something else... well, maybe that would be like a nicotine patch. She walked back from the bathroom more carefully than she had walked toward it, and tugged down on the hem of her dress once as she walked. She definitely looked uncomfortable. Good. I walked out of the restaurant, not waiting to see if she followed. ***** I walked toward the parking garage. The restaurant was in a little open air mall-type area, with a bunch of shops and restaurants on the ground level and offices in the upper floors. There was a parking garage that served the whole thing, which was where I had parked. It had one elevator bank that was close to the shops and offices, and another at the far end, for some reason. It had always seemed like a waste to me, because it was so out of the way, but tonight I was happy they had put it there. At this time of night, I knew no one would be using it. Remember how I said she was the kind of girl you would fantasize about fucking in an elevator? Yeah. I knew she was following, because I could hear her heels clicking on the concrete. I was walking pretty fast, and she was keeping up, so it could not have been comfortable in those shoes. Good. I wanted her a little off-kilter. I walked to the closest elevator bank, the busier one. Not busy, exactly, at this time on a weeknight, but busier. There was no one in the lobby. I punched the call button, and one of the elevators opened. The heels clicked into the lobby. I stepped into the elevator, and held the door as she walked in. She looked upset, and out of breath. Still hot though. She didn't say anything, just looked at me angrily. I let the door close, and hit the button for the top floor. The seventh. I looked back at her, and said "Blow me." "What?" She looked a little angrier, and maybe a little hurt. "But you said-" I cut her off. "Kneel in front of me, unzip my jeans, stick my dick in your mouth, and blow me." She looked surprised, but she did what I said, kneeling awkwardly in front of me and setting her purse on the floor. She unzipped my pants, a little awkwardly, and slipped her hand inside, fishing for my cock. I was already half-hard, so it wasn't exactly hard to find, but she had a little trouble getting it out of the front flap of my underwear. Crazy Ch. 01 "Better hurry," I said. "We're already at the third floor." She looked up at me, eyes narrowed in either anger or determination. Maybe both. She put my cock in her mouth, and began to suck. Ah. "And touch yourself while you're at it." She slipped a hand between her legs, and swirled her tongue around, then sucked me in and out, bobbing her head. It felt great. Not the best blowjob ever, but as any guy knows, even a mediocre blow job feels fucking fantastic. I was fully hard, but not close to cumming when the doors opened on the seventh floor. She paused for just an instant, then kept going, with the doors wide open. What a trooper! "Okay, you can stop. Put my dick back in my pants, and stand up." She did both, again rather awkwardly. I can't really blame her; it's hard to get an erect penis into your own pants, and I imagine it's harder on someone else. And standing up in those heels was a mission all its own. I noticed her left hand was just a little wet, the one she had been touching herself with. She was clearly getting off, at least a little. I grinned at her. "Okay, now start walking. Across the garage, that way." I pointed. She wiped her lower lip, and said "Okay." She started walking, at a pace more comfortable for her in those heels. Which was why I wanted her to walk first, actually. I'm not a complete ass, and she was probably already getting blisters from before. I just wanted her to think that it was because I wanted to watch her ass as she walked, which was actually also true. She does have a great ass. It was a long garage, and it wasn't until about halfway across that I realized that with the garage completely empty - well, there was one car, but we had long passed it - and with the soft soles of my shoes making almost no noise, she might feel like she was alone. She did look back once, to make sure that I was there, but I just pointed in the direction of the elevator bank we were heading for and looked stern. I wasn't nervous about being alone up here, of course. The garage is well lit, and in a good neighborhood. But then again, I'm a guy. I figured it might be fucking with her something fierce. Again, exactly what I wanted. She was asking to do something that, frankly, should have scared the shit out of her. Having me be in charge of her? She'd be crazy not to be terrified. But she was, in fact, crazy. So she might not be scared at all. So making her scared of walking across an empty parking garage? Well, it might not be the same reason, but at least it was something. We reached the elevator, and she stopped. Before she could turn, I stepped right up behind her, grabbed her hips, and pressed myself against her back. She started to turn, but I held her in place. Instead, she just turned her head so she could see me out of the corner of her eye. She didn't say anything, still, but I could feel her shivering just a little under my hands. She was scared. Good. I whispered in her ear "Push the button." I felt a shiver pass through her as she felt my breath on her ear and neck. She reached out and pushed it. The door didn't open right away, of course. We had to wait for the elevator to make it up from the ground floor. While we waited, I kept holding her still, and I kept whispering to her. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you when we go in there?" She shook her head, and whispered back "No." Her voice wavered a little bit, but it was also kind of husky. Interesting. She was scared and turned on. "I'm going to push you up against the wall of that elevator, and I'm going to pull up this little dress. And then what do you think I'm going to do?" "I don't know." "Yes, you do. What am I going to do?" "You're going to... fuck me." "Oh, I am definitely going to fuck you. And do you know why?" "Why?" I let my hands start to wander away from her hips, sliding over her dress. "Because I want to, and because I own you." I squeezed one of her tits roughly for emphasis. "Until midnight, you're mine." I had let one of my hand drift down to cup her pussy though her dress, and squeezed there, lightly. Then with one hand on her breast and one on her pussy, I pulled her against me. "You'll do whatever. I. Say." She was shivering harder now, and she let out a little whimper. It sounded a little like she was scared, but it sounded more like she was excited. I enjoyed having her turned on. I was horny as hell at this point, and I was definitely intent on fucking the hell out of her. But I was not going to rape her, no matter what I was saying about owning her. I wasn't exactly asking permission, but if I got a sign that she wasn't into it, I was going to bail. On the other hand, I wanted her to realize the gravity of what she was asking to commit to. I wanted to scare her. To make her realize what she was really signing up for. The elevator doors slid open, and I shoved her forward with no warning. She stumbled, but caught herself against the far wall. I followed, and got up close to her again, using my body to push her against the elevator wall. Then I grabbed her wrists, and moved both hands over her head, not too high, and close together. I held them in place, not very securely, with one hand. The appearance of restraint is all I was looking for. "I'm definitely going to fuck you. What else could I do?" I pitched my voice lower, trying to sound dangerous. "What?" She sounded a little startled. I slid one hand down her side, and started to slide her dress up. "Maybe I'll fuck you in the ass." She shivered at that. "If I told you to bend over so I could fuck you in the ass, what would you say?" She hesitated, and I slid her dress up to her waist, exposing her naked ass. "What would you say?" I said it louder, harsher. Still not very loud, I had been whispering before. "Okay." She whispered it. "And if I took my dick out of your ass, and told you to suck it, what would you say?" I actually thought that was kind of gross, but whatever. "Okay." She whispered that as well, but she said it faster. "And if I took off my belt, and told you to bend over so I could whip your ass with it, what would you say?" She flinched. "You wouldn't." "I don't know, I've never tried it. Maybe I'd enjoy it." I pushed harder against her, shoving her into the wall. "And you've given me such hell in the last year, you certainly deserve it. What would you say?" That last came out harsh, angry. I wasn't going to beat her, but a part of me wished that I could. She really had given me hell. "Okay!" She blurted it out, and looked scared. And still turned on. I'm telling you, crazy. At that moment, I grabbed her hips, pulled her backwards so she was away from the wall. She knew what I was doing, so she spread her legs as she moved. I wrapped one arm around her hips and pushed on her upper back, forcing her to bend over, ass out. She grabbed onto the little safety rail that ran around the inside of the elevator with both hands, and arched her back, presenting her pussy to me. It opened like a flower, a little tuft of red curly hair surrounding it. Yep, natural redhead. Her pussy lips glistened with moisture, pink and soft and wet. So wet that a tiny line of moisture trailed down the inside of one of her thighs. I fished my cock out of my pants. She hadn't zipped me back up, and I hadn't noticed. I was rock hard, but I had it out in an instant. I ran one hand over her smooth ass as I lined my cock up with her pussy, enjoying the feel of it. I enjoyed it a lot more as I slid my cock into the wet, smooth sheath of her pussy in a single, slow stroke. She moaned, a groan of pleasure. I went in about half way and paused, letting her pussy adjust to its invader. I am about average length, but just a little above average in girth, so I couldn't just shove it all in at once without hurting her, no matter how wet she was. I slid back out, almost all the way, then thrust slowly back in. I didn't stop this time, but went all the way, until my balls rested against her clit and the tip of my cock grazed the entrance to her womb. She moaned again at the feeling. "Mmm, so full." "You like that?" I slid back out, almost all the way, and thrust in again, a little faster. "Unh, yes!" I thrust again, faster and harder, my balls slapping just slightly against her clit. "So you like getting fucked in an elevator?" "Unh, yes!" "Touch yourself!" She slipped one hand between her legs and began to moving in circles around her clit as I fucked her harder, burying myself to the hilt on each thrust. The tiny elevator echoed with the sound of my hips slapping against her ass, mirrored by her little grunt of pleasure with each thrust. I had been building up to this for a while now, so I knew I wasn't going to last very long. I could feel my orgasm start to build, but I could also feel her hand on her clit moving faster and knew that her orgasm was close. "Don't cum until I do!" I said, sharply, commanding. Her hand froze, shaking with need and with each of my thrusts. Then she began to touch herself again, but much slower. Good. "Were you about to cum?" "Yessss!" She drew the word out in a hiss of clenched teeth. "Are you about to cum?" "Yes!" "Are you going to cum while I fuck you, bent over in an elevator? In public?" "Unh, yes!" "That's kind of slutty, don't you think?" She moaned as I said "slutty." She was really getting off on this. "Oh, yes! Oh my god, I need to cum!" "Say you're a slut." "Oh god, I'm a slut!" "Tell me whose slut you are!" This was turning me on almost as much as it was turning her on. "Your slut! I'm your slut!" I could feel the orgasm over taking me and I thrust into her hard, one last time. "Good slut. Now cum for me!" Her hand moved quickly, back and forth, and she suddenly clenched around me, her orgasm tightening all her muscles. Her back arched farther, and she cried out with pleasure. Her pussy spasmed around me and sent me over the edge as well. I saw stars as I came. I grabbed her hips hard, and pulled her ass tighter against me, forcing myself deeper into her pussy. Cum gushed out of me in spasms, and I groaned with pleasure. The overwhelming pleasure of my orgasm washed out of me, momentarily taking my strength with it. I slumped forward, over her, catching myself by putting both hands on the wall of the elevator. I was panting, just a little. "God damn that was good." "Mmmhmmm..." She sighed, a little satisfied sound. I had no problem with satisfying her, I actually enjoyed it, but that was not exactly the message that I wanted her to come away with. I wanted to scare her away from this crazy plan, not get her more interested. Time to change things up again. I stood up straight again, and stepped back, pulling out of her with a soft wet sound. I was still mostly hard, but I was slowly softening, and my cock was covered in our combined juices. She looked over her shoulder at me, questioning. She looked like she was waiting to be told what to do, which I figured was a good sign. I just stood and enjoyed looking at her for a moment. She really had a great ass, smooth and shapely. It was just big enough to be fun, but not flabby at all. I had a friend who would have called it an ass you could bounce a quarter on. And the way she was standing there, legs spread, back arched so her pussy was pushed out, opened up, my cum slowly leaking out, as she looked over her shoulder at me with her big green eyes... I shivered. She really was dangerous. Time to take back control. I put my hands on my hips. "Clean me off." She looked confused for a moment, then her eyes flashed to my still wet cock. She turned and knelt in front of me, and started to clean me off with her tongue. My cock was still hyper-sensitive from cumming, so her soft tongue felt amazing. She licked me without saying a word, but I did see a little smile on her face. Shit. "Make sure you get it all, I have a date later." I didn't really have a date, but that wiped the smile off her face. That was good, she needed a reminder that this was not us getting back together, it was... well, something else. I was going to be her boss, or master, or extreme life coach, not her boyfriend. She looked up at me. "Do you really have a date?" She sounded sad, hurt, something. It tugged at my heartstrings and I almost told her the truth. But this was not about her feelings. This was about her getting over me and learning to handle her life. In fact, if I was nice to her, it probably would have the opposite effect. So I simply looked at her. "You're not licking. Are you breaking the deal already?" She didn't say anything, just went back to licking. She looked mad, and hurt. Too bad. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings for a moment. Just because she was upset did not mean her tongue felt any less awesome. I opened my eyes again, and looked down at her. "Okay, listen up." She looked up at me, still clearly upset, but she did not stop licking my cock. I reached behind me and punched a number on the elevator keypad. "Tonight, before midnight, I want you to do some things. Go straight home from here, and make sure you go to bed early enough so that you can get eight hours of sleep before you have to get up in the morning. Understood?" She had one of my balls in her mouth now, licking underneath. It felt amazing. She nodded. "Good. When you get home, I want you to shave your pussy. Leave a strip of hair above your clit, and shave everything else. Then you can spend the rest of the evening before you go to bed writing up our contract, and thinking about the choice you are about to make. You need to make sure you really want to do this. Do you understand your instructions?" She nodded, but I wanted a verbal answer. "You can stop licking me now. You did an acceptable job cleaning me off. Now, do you understand your instructions?" "Yes." She sounded kind of sullen, still kneeling in front of me, looking up. I wondered if I had managed to dissuade her from this crazy plan after all. The elevator door opened behind me, and I slipped my dick back into my pants and zipped up. "Good. I will see you tomorrow night." I turned and walked out of the elevator, leaving her kneeling on the floor. Crazy Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story is erotic fantasy written by Cirelo. I reserve the right to be listed as the author of this story, wherever it is posted. If found posted anywhere except Literotica.com with this note attached, this story is posted without my permission. © Cirelo 2013 This is the second chapter in an ongoing series. It will make more sense if you start at the beginning, with "Crazy, Ch.1". Enjoy, and thanks in advance for your feedback! ***** Kat drove home slowly, not really focusing on driving. She could feel his cum slowly leaking out of her. It meant she had needed to grab an old t-shirt out of the back of her car to sit on, and also that she had not been able to put back on her sexy black underwear - which he hadn't even seen! But still, she liked it. It reminded her of the hot sex they had just had. She smiled, reliving the memory. He had been so powerful, so dominant. It was making her hot just thinking about it. He'd just fucked her in an elevator, in public like that... and she had gone right along with it. Like a slut! Just thinking the word made her shiver. But that was the thing... it had not been her decision, it had been his. With him in charge, she felt... free. Free of responsibility, free of doubt, of guilt, of indecision. Free of the constant feeling that she was making the wrong choice. Again. Free of worry that it was her illness that was making whatever it was seem like a good idea, even though she might realize later that it wasn't. She had been able to turn off the little nagging voice that always made her doubt herself. She knew Sam, knew that he was clear-headed and logical, and smart, and careful. She knew he made good decisions. And she knew that he cared about her. Even if he did not love her - it had taken a long time for her to admit that, and even now it hurt - even if he did not love her he would still do what was best for her. "Because that's who he is," she said out loud. So, she'd let him be in control. He had been reluctant at first, of course. And his idea of a trial run had been a good idea. Logical. Careful. Just like him. The thing about the trial run was that it had made her realize just how wonderful a plan this was. With him in control she could stop thinking, stop worrying, and just...be. It was wonderful. And so sexy! When he had told her to blow him, in the elevator, she had just done it. Well, she had misunderstood him at first, but when she did know what he wanted, she did not think about it, she just acted. Just like that. It had been so hot! She had not been worrying about whether he would respect her after, she had just been focused on pleasing him. Feeling his hard, hot cock in her mouth, tasting him, smelling him. And knowing that at any moment someone could just walk in on them was exciting, but without the fear of having to deal with the consequences. Because she was just doing what she was told. She loved it. She couldn't wait to get home and write up the contract. She knew mostly what she wanted to be in it, because she had been thinking about this a lot. In fact, mostly she could just copy stuff she had written in her journal while she was getting ready to talk to Sam. So, write up the contract, and... crap. Had he told her to do something else when she got home? She could not remember, but she figured she would remember later. In the meantime, she wanted to... make cookies. She was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, and it made her want to bake. Cookies. For him. She smiled, turned up the radio, and drove home. ***** I sat in a booth this time. Same bar as last night, of course, but my favorite table had been taken by a group of frat boys. I had arrived a little early; I'd had some errands to run in the area that had taken less time than I thought they would. Still, it was already a few minutes past nine, and she had not arrived yet. I wondered if she would. I was not sure if I was hoping she would come, or hoping she would give up on this crazy idea. On the one hand, if she did show up, this certainly would be interesting. Last night, our trial run, had been fun for once. All of the things that had plagued our "relationship" before had been gone. Although, it had only been one night. But this would be... cathartic. I had spent so much time and energy trying to deal with her crazy shit over the last year. So many times, she had figured out how to hold something over my head, and I had been forced to try to figure out how to deal with it. I had felt, again and again, in different situations, for different reasons, that I had to convince her to do what I wanted rather than whatever crazy bullshit she was saying she was going to do. And I had felt so utterly, frustratingly powerless. But now, with this "deal", she was putting me in charge. She would do whatever I said, supposedly. And the consequence of breaking the rules had real teeth, for her. That she would agree to leave me alone? What a relief for me, and the worst thing in the world for her. In her mind, anyway. I had a lot of pent up anger toward her. And although I would not, could not, do anything to really hurt her...I could definitely push the boundaries. She was the only person I had ever met who I had felt that kind of anger toward. Of course, at the same time, I did care for her. I had known her for quite a while, even if most of that time had been totally antagonistic. I knew she had problems, and I knew a lot of her crazy behavior was not her fault. So maybe at the same time, I could actually help her a little. Take some time this next week to straighten out some things in her life. I did not think she would keep this up for longer than a week, of course. She would realize that the reality of having me be in charge of her life was different from her fantasy, and she would take the opportunity after a week to not reinstate the contract. On the other hand, she probably would not show up anyway. Last night I had gone kind of overboard. Having her blow me in public? Fucking her in an elevator? Hot as hell, but a little nuts. I was not ashamed, exactly, and I had every intention of fucking her whenever and however I wanted if she did sign the contract. But still, I imagined it had not been what she was expecting. After all, making her reconsider the consequences of signing the contract was what I had been going for. To scare her a little. Make her think. And right then, she walked in the door. She did not see me right away, and she looked worried. And a little out of breath. The clock over the bar said she was a solid twelve minutes late. She looked around for me, and I could see her worry start to grow. I figured she was worried that I had already left. Then she saw me, and the worry disappeared. She smiled, and walked toward me. I took the opportunity to check her out. Her hair was down tonight, the thick, bright red curls making it a little poofy. I was hardly an expert on hair, but I had somehow picked up that you are not supposed to comb or brush curly hair, and she must not have gotten that memo. She had makeup on tonight as well, and although it was not as bad as the makeup she had worn when we had first met more than a year ago, it was a little more hastily applied than it had been last night. She was wearing a dress again, just as short as the last one. This one was black, even lower cut, and probably just a little tight in the bust, because her breasts were almost spilling out. It was a style of dress I had heard called "empire waist", where the dress is tight right below the breasts, and then flairs out below that. It makes sense for girls who want to obscure their figure just a little, but Kat had absolutely no need of that. Instead of emphasizing her figure, it hid it. And since I liked her figure, I was not a fan. She slid into the booth across from me, still smiling. "Hi Sam." "Hi Kat." "Sorry I'm late." "Well, we haven't signed the contract yet, so I'll let it slide. We'll have to work on that, though." I meant it, too. Being constantly late was one of her more annoying habits. I felt like being late meant that you did not respect the time of the person you were meeting enough to be on time. She had the decency to look a little ashamed. "So..." she said, trailing off. "Did you do what I told you to last night?" "I think so. Here's the-" I cut her off. "You think so?" "Uh..." "Kat, if you want me to be in charge of your life, you have to do what I say, even when I am not there. That's why I gave you instructions for last night. Now tell me what your instructions were." I knew I was giving her a hard time, and maybe it was uncalled for. But on the other hand, if she wasn't going to take this seriously, I did not want to even start. It would just be a recipe for disaster. "I... Uh... I was supposed to go home, and write up the contract." "And?" "And... Um..." She blushed, and whispered "And shave my pussy." "Did you?" She nodded, her blush deepening. "Good. And what else?" She furrowed her brow. "What?" "What else did I tell you to do?" "I don't... I don't remember..." "I told you to be in bed in time to get eight hours of sleep." "Oh..." Her face fell. "I forgot. I made cookies instead." "Kat, you have to take this seriously, or I'm not going to do it. I won't be in charge only when you feel like it, and you don't get to choose which of my instructions are important and which aren't. It has to be all or nothing." "I know, I'm sorry." She started to hyperventilate a little. "Are you going to say I broke the contract? That I can't contact you anymore?" Her eyes were tearing up. I just looked at her for a moment, letting her think I was thinking about it. Letting the pause add emphasis to the seriousness of the situation, since honestly it was not actually all that serious. Going to bed on time? Not a big deal. The only reason I was harping on it was that I really did want her to do everything I said, not pick and choose. Otherwise this whole thing would never work. "No. Not this time. I'll have to think of a suitable punishment, because I want to make sure you pay attention in the future. But you are still getting used to doing what I say, so I'll be lenient." She smiled weakly. "Thanks. And I'm sorry. Are you mad at me?" "No, I'm not mad. Just remember to do everything I say from now on, okay? Even the little things." She nodded, and wiped one eye. "I promise." "Good. Now did you bring the contract?" She nodded again, and reached into her purse. She pulled out a couple of sheets of paper, folded in half and slightly wrinkled, and set them on the table. I slid them over to me, and looked them over. It looked like she had downloaded a contract template from the internet, because it was laid out like a standard contract, complete with the legalese terms for things. "This contract made as of ____ between ____ (the 'Director') and ____ (the 'Directee') shall be a binding agreement..." I liked her use of "director" and "directee". Of course, I figured that there probably had never been a contract quite like this one. I skimmed it quickly, noted the spelling errors, and the fact that her printer left a weird streak across the middle of the page. But the basic idea was there. "For the duration of this contract, the Directee will obey any and all verbal or written directions by the Director, with the following exceptions..." The list of exceptions was pretty much what she had mentioned last night; nothing permanent, nothing that would hurt someone else, nothing that would get her in trouble with the law. There was a clause that talked about what would happen if she did not obey; she would not contact me at all. That looked pretty watertight. And the contract expired at midnight in a week. All in all, it looked pretty solid. It could use some spell-checking, but other than that I could not see anywhere that needed improvement. Although... for something so momentous, it seemed like it should be prettied up a little. Maybe on some fancier paper, or something. I slid a pen out of my pocket. Well, this was it. I was taking on all the problems of her shitstorm of a life, in return for a sex slave. Eh, that wasn't really fair. I was actually, at least in part, doing this to help her out. She really could benefit from having someone get her life in order. At least for a week. I swallowed hard, and signed the contract. I looked up at Kat, and slid the paper back across the table. Her eyes were huge, and her hand shook as she signed. But as soon as she did, it was like a rush of tension flooded out of her body. She sank back into her chair and sighed, a little smile flickering across her face. "So..." I was not sure what to say next. Last night I had just gone with whatever came to mind at the moment, but now, it felt like I should be more deliberate or something. More responsible. I had thought a little about some standing rules, and other stuff like that I needed to talk to her about, but it seemed kind of uncomfortable to start right in on things like that. Kat smiled. "Yes?" "Why'd you wear that dress?" Not exactly on topic, but hey, I was curious. She looked surprised, and blushed a little. "Oh, just because." She was clearly deflecting, which was not a good way to get started on our contract. I did not care all that much about why, I was mostly just asking to make conversation, but I could not let that slide. I narrowed my eyes. "Kat. Is that how you answer my question?" My voice was low, dangerous. Or at least, I tried to make it sound dangerous. Her eyes got wide again, and she swallowed. "No, sir." Sir. Hmm... I kind of liked that. "So, I'll ask you again. Why did you wear that dress." Her blush deepened, and she spoke quietly, looking down at the table. "Ease of access." She didn't say sir, but I was distracted by what she did say, so I let it slip. Her answer was definitely not what I was expecting. Ease of access? What did she... Oh. Ooooh. Interesting. I leaned forward. "Kat. Did you enjoy what we did last night?" She nodded, still looking down. "Did you like me fucking you in public?" She nodded again. "Did you wear that dress hoping that I'd do it again tonight?" She nodded quickly, and looked up at me, her eyes wide. She was looking for my reaction. I leaned back, and thought about it. On one hand, this was exactly what I expected her to try to do. I knew she was a manipulator, and I knew she would use sex to try to get her way. She had obviously planned this, hoping that wearing that dress would make me want to fuck her in public. She had probably even planned her reaction, trying to look shy and embarrassed. It was probably calculated to make me want to do it more. It was working. So, definitely her trying to manipulate the situation. On the other hand... did I care? I enjoyed fucking her. It was the main reason I had agreed to this. And I enjoyed fucking her in public. And even though my main incentive in this contract was that I could tell her to do whatever I wanted sexually, regardless of her preference, I generally enjoyed it more if she was into it. The idea that she had enjoyed me fucking her in the elevator last night enough to try to manipulate me into doing it again...well, it made me want to do it again. My very own exhibitionist slut. So...the question was, should I do what we both wanted, despite the fact that she was clearly trying to manipulate me into doing it? Or should I not, just to show her that manipulating me would not work? Eh, fuck it. She would probably be encouraged by her success in this manipulation to try something else in the future, but I was in this to enjoy it. I would deal with her next plan when it came up. In the meantime, I was going to have some fun. "Okay," I said. "Stand up." I saw a tiny smile flicker across her face, quickly suppressed. She slid out of the booth and stood. I pointed to the floor next to my side of the booth. "Here." She stepped over to where I was pointing. It meant her back was to the rest of the bar, and no one else could really see her front. Now I was glad the frat boys had taken my usual table. This one was much more private. "Okay, Kat, first things first. From now on, when no one else can hear, you are to address me as 'sir'. When other people can hear, you are to address me as 'Sam'. Do you understand?" She glanced around quickly, and said "Yes, sir." I smiled a little. I liked the way that sounded. "Good. Now, lift up the front of your dress." "Yes, sir." She lifted up the front of the dress with both hands. Not very high, but enough for me to see the front of her panties. They were tiny and black, matching the dress. I smiled. She was right about the ease of access. She could lift up the front of this dress without even doing much to disturb the back. "Good. You can put it down." She said "Yes, sir," and let go of the dress. "Now, go to the bathroom, take off your panties, and come back here." Another little flicker of a smile as she said "Yes, sir." She turned, and headed for the bathroom. I leaned back in my seat, finished my drink, and thought about what I would do next. ***** Kat was walking carefully as she came back from the bathroom. Unlike the tight dress she had worn the night before, this dress seemed to want to flare out as she walked, and it was even shorter. As she walked toward me, she had her arms pinned to her sides, and kept tugging the bottom of the dress down. Not that it really helped, especially since every time she pulled the dress down it showed a little more of her cleavage. She only avoided flashing the room because holding her arms at her sides, as awkward as it looked, did actually keep her dress mostly in place. As she came close to the booth, I pointed at the floor, where I had had her stand earlier. She did not hesitate, just walked to where I pointed. "Show me." She lifted up the front of her dress, showing me her naked pussy. She had shaved it bare like I had instructed last night, leaving only a thin strip of neatly trimmed red hair, a tiny landing strip. "Good. I'm glad to see you took my instructions seriously." I reached out and ran my fingers lightly over her mound, enjoying the feel of smooth, soft skin. I traced a finger down the little strip of hair toward her slit, and she shivered. Her clit was still hidden by her outer lips, but I traced my finger over the spot anyway. I kept going, lower, my finger sliding easily between her folds. She was already wet. Not sopping, exactly, but definitely wet. I slipped my finger into her, up to the second knuckle, and she moaned out loud. Not loud enough for anyone else in the bar to hear, just me. She was biting her lowing lip and staring at me, her eyes drooping a little. I grinned at her. "Kat?" She murmured something I couldn't understand, but it definitely did not have a "sir" in it. I could not really blame her for the lapse; she looked like she was completely focused on the sensations my finger was causing. But on the other hand, I had only just given her the "sir" rule. It would set a bad precedent to let her slip on it now. I used my finger in her pussy to pull her toward me, not hard, but firmly. Her eyes flew open wide, and she gasped. Her knees bumped the side of the bench seat, and she dropped the front of her dress. "Kat?" I said it a little louder and firmer. She blinked once, then said "Yes? Ah, sir?" "Did I tell you to put down your dress?" I wiggled my finger, just a little, for emphasis. She gasped, and pulled her dress back up. "No, sir." "Good girl." I started moving my finger just slightly, in and out, not going in past my second knuckle and not leaving her completely. She moaned again. "Now Kat, I've got some questions for you. Okay?" Crazy Ch. 02 "Yes sir." Her voice waivered a little. "Right now, since we signed that contract, you're mine. You'll do whatever I say. Right?" She nodded, and said "yes sir" again. I kept fingering her, slowly. "That means I can tell you to do whatever I want, and what you want doesn't factor into it. Right?" "Yes sir." "Good, I'm glad that's clear. Now listen. Just because I'm in charge, doesn't mean I'm not interested in what you're feeling, or what you want. I might choose to ignore it, but I still want to know. So tell me. How did you feel about what we did last night?" Kat looked away, blushing. I was not sure if it was genuine embarrassment, or something else. Either way, she needed to answer me. I gave her a little tug with my finger. She got the hint. "I...I don't know. Sir." I frowned. "Kat, right now I am finger-fucking you in a bar. In about a minute, I am going stop, I'm going to take you outside, bend you over, and fuck you wherever I want." She shivered at that, and her pussy clenched just a little around my finger. "I know you liked what I did last night, 'cause you're wearing this slutty dress, trying to get me to do it again. Now's your chance to tell me what you liked about last night. If you tell me, I'll take it into consideration. If you don't, I'll just do whatever the fuck I want. Now. Is there something you want to tell me?" She closed her eyes, and swallowed. When she opened her eyes, she did not meet my gaze, and she spoke so quietly I could barely hear her over the background noise. "I... I liked you being in charge. Telling me what to do. I didn't think I would." She swallowed again. "And I liked doing it in the elevator. It made me feel like...uh. Um...like a slut." Another little shiver passed through her as she said the word "slut". Interesting. "Um. Sir." I liked that she remembered. Even belatedly. "So, you like feeling like a slut, huh?" She looked up at me sharply. "Only for you! I mean not...I mean...I like being yours." I smiled at her. "Well, mine is exactly what you are." I slipped my finger out of her, and held it up to her lips. "Taste it." She looked a little startled, recovered almost instantly, and sucked my finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, making a show of savoring the flavor as I slowly pulled my finger back out. I was quite sure that was entirely for my benefit, but that was fine. "You can put your dress down now." She lowered her dress, and waited. "Okay," I said, moving to get up. "Grab your purse, and let's go." She followed me out of the bar, onto the street. I paused. "Walk ahead of me." I pointed in the direction I wanted her to go. I wanted to watch her ass as we walked. She started walking where I pointed, a little hesitantly, but she did not protest. She was holding her hands at her sides like she had in the bar, keeping her dress pinned mostly down. It also made her look awkward and nervous as she walked. "Kat." She stopped and turned. "Yes sir?" "Stop holding your arms like that. Walk normally." "But my dress will-" "I know. Are you going to do what I say?" She hesitated for a moment, then said "Yes sir." She did not seem terribly happy about it, but I was in charge, not her, and I wanted to see that dress flutter around her ass as she walked. I gestured for her to keep going, and she did. The dress was short enough that as she walked each step fluttered the dress just a little, enough to reveal a glimpse of the bottom curve of her ass. It was tantalizing. With each step, a tiny glimpse of her ass was revealed, just for a flash, one side at a time. The night was not windy, so the dress was never blown up, so it never showed more than a hint with each step. But a hint was plenty. Her ass was gorgeous, and the tantalizing hints of what lay beneath were more exciting than even seeing her naked. It was making me hard, and I had to adjust my pants. She drew a few other eyes as well. There were not too many people out and about, despite the fact that it was Friday night in a popular area, but the people who were around definitely checked Kat out. A pretty girl, in that short a dress? Yeah, people looked. No one said or did anything though, so I just let it add a little thrill of voyeurism to the evening. I wondered how it was affecting Kat. "Turn here." It was a tight ally between two buildings, some kind of service access to the back of the buildings. I had taken it once, hoping for a shortcut, but it just turned a corner and dead-ended. The ally was dark, and barely wide enough for a truck to fit through, but it was not any more cluttered or dirty than the sidewalk we were on. Kat glanced back at me, with a strange mix of apprehension and excitement in her eyes. At least, that's what it looked like to me. Then she headed down the alley, walking a little faster. Eager little minx. I followed, closer now, and just after she turned the corner I grabbed her by one arm, spun her around, and pushed her back against the brick wall. I pinned her between my body and the wall, pressed myself against her, her breasts pressing into my chest, my right leg between hers, my hard cock pressing against her stomach. Kat started to say something, but I interrupted her by tilting her chin up with my left hand and kissing her, hard. She resisted for a fraction of a second, then yielded, her lips becoming pliant, opening for my tongue. I slid my hand gently up the line of her jaw, then around the back of her neck, my fingers in her hair, and pulled her harder into the kiss. My right hand slid down her arm, over her hip, and down past the edge of her short dress. I slid it back up and around, caressing the smooth skin of her ass. Then I gripped her ass, pulling her hard against me, pushing my cock into her stomach and pulling her bare pussy against my thigh. She shivered, and moaned into my mouth. She started moving her hip rhythmically, rubbing her pussy on my jeans. I ended the kiss, and grinned at her. "Somebody's horny." "God yes," she said quietly. "Walking like that, with everybody looking at me..." She moaned again, and ground her pussy harder against my thigh. I raised one eyebrow. Kat smiled, and said "Sir." "Good girl." I stepped back then, and put my hands on her shoulders, pressing down just slightly. She figured out what I wanted without me having to say anything, and sank to her knees in front of me. She fumbled a little with my zipper, and had a hard time getting my hard cock out of the front of my pants, but I just put my hands on my hips and let her work at it. Eventually she succeeded, and made a little satisfied sound. She was staring at my rigid member like it was a work of art or something, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I was not sure why... she had seen my cock many times before, including just last night. I would have said something, but just before I did she leaned in and licked it, just the tip, like she wanted to know what it tasted like. She licked me again, a long slow stroke this time, from the base to the tip. Then she slipped my cock into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest, both hands stroking the base and her mouth around the head. Kat had her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, working hard on my cock. It still was not the best blowjob I had ever had, but it was quite good, and better than last night's had been. It felt great, but unless she changed something, there was no way I would cum from it. It seemed like she was actually trying really hard, she just did not have the rhythm quite right. I would have to teach her how to give me a real blowjob at some point, but for now I just relaxed, closed my eyes, and simply enjoyed it. "That's right," I said, quietly. I had never been all that into dirty talk, but I was betting she was. "Suck it, my dirty little slut. Suck my big cock. Mmm, use that dirty mouth of yours..." I ran out of things to say. I would have to work on my "talking dirty" skills. Well, enough of that then. I stepped back, pulling out of her mouth with a pop. "Turn around," I said, harshly. "Show me what's mine." She flashed me a smile as she stood, slowly, running her hands up her sides, from her hips, across her stomach, and up over her tits. She gave them a quick little squeeze, then lifted her hands in the air, straight over her head. Then she took a step closer to me and spun, slowly, turning her back to me and bending at the waist. She put her hands against the brick wall and arched her back. Doing so raised her ass, and the short dress fell forward, revealing nether regions to me. She spread her legs, just a little, opening her pussy like a pink flower, moist and dripping with nectar. The arch in her back spread her ass cheeks as well, presenting her tiny pink pucker just above it. I grinned. Yeah, this was why I had signed the contract. I quickly un-buckled my belt, popped open the button on my jeans, and pushed them down. My cock sprang free, and bounced a little. I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her sopping wet pussy. And it was sopping. Kat must really be getting off on this. With one hand I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance and with the other I stroked her perfectly smooth ass. I paused there, savoring the moment. Kat looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes huge, and bit one corner of her lower lip. "Please, sir," she said, her voice high pitched and innocent. "Please fuck me?" I knew it was an act, but damn was it a turn on. I grinned fiercely, and thrust into her. She was tight, but well lubricated, so I was able to bury myself to the hilt in one long, hard stroke. Kat moaned, and her head dropped down to hang between her arms, her red curls cascading around her face. I pulled almost all the way out, and thrust into her again, my hands gripping her hips and pulling her back against me. "Oh god yes," she moaned. I started fucking her in earnest, my hips slapping hard against her ass. I pulled her hips hard against me with each thrust, the strength of my arms pushing me deeper into her than I could otherwise. As I bottomed out in her with each thrust I could feel the tip of my cock just graze the entrance to her womb. With each thrust, she moaned or grunted, and she sounded like she was enjoying herself, but I was past caring. I was fucking her for all I was worth, focused on my pleasure and ignoring hers. After all, that's what this deal was about, right? Still, I liked that she was enjoying it. After a minute or so of hard fucking, I noticed her little pink star winking at me. It would clench and relax in time with my thrusts. I decided I would fuck her there, but not tonight. Tonight I wanted to cum in her pussy. Still... I stuck my right thumb in my mouth, getting it nice and wet, and began to stroke her asshole with it. Her moans got louder, and she pushed her ass back against my thumb a little harder. She liked it. Oh, I was definitely going to fuck her there. But for now, I pressed a little harder...and with a pop, my thumb slipped through the tight ring of muscle and into her ass. "Oh my god!" she said, and came, hard, her back arching and her head flying back. She moaned, and her ass clenched around my finger and her pussy clenched around my cock. The sensation pushed me over the edge as well. I pulled my thumb out of her ass, and grabbed her hips instead. I pulled her tight against me, thrusting as deep as I could, and came. I growled like a man possessed, as pleasure washed over me and I unloaded into her, cum exploding out of me in fountains, filling her pussy. I pressed forward, without really meaning to or even realizing, my body forcing me to try to get deeper inside her. Her arms collapsed, and we staggered forward a few steps, my cock still pulsing inside her, until we were pressed up against the brick wall. I crushed her against it, pinning her with my body, It felt like minutes before I recovered enough to be aware of my surroundings, and when I finally did I realized that I had started thrusting in and out of her again, slowly. It felt good, but I was also aware that we were still in public. I pulled out of her, carefully. She gave a little sigh as I did. I took a step back, and pulled my pants back up. Kat turned around and looked at me, a satisfied smile on her face. "That was great," she said. "That was great, what?" She smiled a little wider. "That was great, sir." She stepped up to me, putting her hands on my chest and smoothing her body against me. "Would you like me to clean you, sir?" "No," I said, "Not tonight." I liked the eager slut thing she had going, but she was getting a little cocky. I would have to be careful. It was important that I stay in control, and not let her influence me too much. "Right now, you are going to head home, do something you enjoy until it is time for bed." I glanced at my watch. Almost ten. "I want you in bed by eleven thirty. No excuses." "You're not coming with me?" She said. "Sir?" "Not tonight. But I'll be there first thing in the morning. I want to see how clean you are keeping your room." Her eyes widened, just a little, and her face got slightly paler. "Um..." "I'm in charge," I said firmly. "That means of everything, including the way you keep your house. I remember what it used to be like, and I'm guessing it hasn't gotten any better." She swallowed hard, looked away, and shook her head. "I don't want you to be mad," she said quietly. "I won't be. Not this time. But I'll expect better of you in the future." She nodded. I grabbed her chin in one hand, gently, and pulled her face up toward me, and kissed her firmly. "Now," I said. "Off you go." I turned her, so she was facing back out of the alley, and gave her a little push, and then a light slap on the ass. She jumped a little at that, and shot a smile at me over her shoulder as she walked away. I watched her walk away, enjoying the view. Tomorrow, the real work would begin.