0 comments/ 22462 views/ 1 favorites The Girl Who Wouldn't Ch. 01 By: XianLai_XianChi I was a nanomechanic, and a very good one at that, though the company I worked for was still new to the industry. I certainly could have gotten a better paying job at a larger company, but here I got perks that made it well worth it to me. The pay wasn't as high as their competitors, but they gave me free access and reign to their lab, and I spent a good amount of time alone on my own products there. The company knew me to be a genius in my field, and so they cut me a generous amount of slack in this area, especially since I had already provided them with several generous toe-holds in the industry. They also provided me with excellent stock options in lieu of a high salary, so by the time the following events came to ground, I owned several whole percentages of the company. As such, I had enough money to put down a sizable amount of my savings on a two bedroom house close enough to work that I could bike, cutting further down on my expenses. Nonetheless, I advertised for a renter, and soon enough, one came knocking on my door. When she arrived, I saw a girl with so much potential to be a woman. She dressed in thick, over-sized, and clearly borrowed clothing and wore no makeup, though I could tell she would look stunning in something more form-fitting. When she moved in, I provided her with one simple rule besides the basics set in her lease: You are not to use or borrow anything of mine without my explicit permission, or guidance and supervision. She laughed it off despite my attempt to justify it, and she passed it off as immature, but the rule covered broader ground than she knew, and soon enough, she would find out how far I intended on taking it. Although it was a nice house, it only had one bathroom, which left us to share. As I left my toiletries out, sparse though they were, I allowed here to do the same, provided they never became overly cluttered, or crowded mine own out of room. So we shared it, and on the occasion our schedules collided, I nearly collided with her in the hallway, herself dripping and wrapped in nothing more than a towel. There more than ever, I saw the potential for her to be beautiful, but never remarked on it. One day while showering, I bumped against one of her bottles and sent several of them dominoing into the tub. As I bent to retrieve and return them to their shelf, I noticed how light they all were. My suspicions growing in my head, I checked the rest of them, and they were all empty. Smiling to myself, I knew she had violated my rule and discovered I could experience more than the flashes in the hall of her body. # I came home from work one day with a broader smile than usual, as well as a bad of new goodies in my hands, all in anticipation of the morrow. She was still working herself, a long double-shift, and was expected to be back late and exhausted—very likely to seek out a shower. I arranged everything before making a small dinner for myself and retiring to bed. She arrived and did as expected, as I heard her bustling around the house from my room. Seeing that my door was closed and I was likely asleep, she stripped off her clothing in her bedroom, and not bothering to draw a towel around herself, carried it over here arm into the bathroom. All this I watched on a microcam borrowed from one of my colleagues. Not long after the water turned on (no camera in there) one of my other devices beeped. It was a movement sensor, one of several on my body-care products. This one in particular was for my shampoo. I smiled to myself, well hardened from the view of her walking down the hall already, and imagining her soaping up her hair. Soon after that, my conditioner's sensor beeped, and I stripped in anticipation of the third sensor, going so far as to enter the bathroom and use the toilet while I waited. Finally, it beeped, and I flushed without warning, pausing her from dumping some into her hand long enough for me to pull back the curtain, step in behind her, and snatch it out or her hand. "Here, let me help you with that." She jumped and tried to turn to face me, but I'd already wrapped my arms around her and grabbed the wrists that held my body wash. "What are you doing in here!?" "Remember my rule? You're supposed to have your own soaps, not use mine. I didn't give you permission to use them, and so you get my supervision and guidance." "But-" "No butts about it. Except yours if you don't behave." Her shoulders slumped defeatedly, and I took the soap bottle from her hands. She started to pull away, but I still held on, not letting her go. "Where do you think you're going? You haven't finished getting washed yet." I poured a liberal amount of my body wash into my hands and set the bottle down behind me, then proceeded to soap up her front. My erection bobbed between my legs, and soon hers as I pulled her against me, my hands massaging her slick and soapy tits. Long after they were clean and her nipples hard, I lowered my hands, grazing them across her smooth, delectable belly and finally between her legs. Her knees shook as my fingers teased her slit clean, and she leaned more of her weight against me. She moaned softly at first, until my finger began to more than just tease her, at which she grew louder and began to flail. I kicked my foot out and the faucet to keep her from stepping or falling beneath it and rinsing the soap off, and slipped on of my fingers inside her. Biting her lip to cut off a loud gasp, she shook harder, and I raised one of my hands back up to her tits. Alternating pinching her nipple, and kneading and stroking her tit, I very soon brought her to climax. Her body writhed violently and I struggled to keep us both from falling on the slick bottom of the tub with excess lather surrounding our feet. Releasing her bottom lip, she plastered herself against the wall, still bucking and moaning until the ripples faded and finally ceased. Panting, she melted into the tub, sliding between me and the wall. I smiled as she dropped, her body in one long, smooth motion stroking my cock, from her cheeks, the length of her back, and through her damp hair, until that too stopped just below my throbbing erection. # When she finally caught her breath, she mumbled "It's been waaaay too long" first, before turning and long up at me, my throbbing erection in the way. She grinned, reached for it with her hand and stroked it a few times. "Is this my fault?" "Very much so." "Does this mean I can keep using your shampoo?" "No." She frowned. "I guess this means I'll have to go buy my own." "Only if you want to shower without my supervision and guidance." She grinned back. "I can live with that." She stood, albeit on shaking knees, and I reached down a hand to help her. "Thanks." I pulled her up and against me again, facing me this time. "We're not done yet." The Girl Who Wouldn't Ch. 02 I pulled her up and against me again, facing me this time. "We're not done yet. This time, it's your turn." I handed her my body soap bottle and took a small step back. She looked at me confused. "My turn. Soap. Me. Up," I spelled it out. Her hands shaking, she poured some soap into her hands and then set down the bottle. She reached out to my chest and started slowly spreading it on my chest. "There's more to me than just my chest." "Sorry." She took a careful step closer to me and leaned in closer still, her shoulder brushing against my chest as she reached around and soaped my back. "Do you need me to turn around?" "Y-yes... yes please." I turned my back to her, and she finished soaping my back, then pressed her body lightly against mine and returned her hands to my front. "Down." She lowered her hands from my chest, reaching my belly, then my hips, and finally but over-cautiously, running her hands over my erection. I pulsed it inside her grasp and she started, then resumed her administrations. The next time I did it, she instead increased the pace, stroking it faster. "There's still more of me to go." "S-sorry." She knelt behind me carefully, soaping down the front of my legs and then up the back, and at long last my ass. She soaped it only barely before pulling her hands away, but I cleared my thoat, and she took her time, this time, soaping my ass. Eventually, I deemed it sufficient for the time being and stepped past her and under the faucet, rinsing myself of soap. "You're going to have to do much better next time." "Next time?" "Yes, next time. We're going to keep doing this until you get it right and do it well. Understand?" She hung her head, trying not to look at me. I grabbed her chin roughly and pulled her eyes back up to mine. "I said, do you understand?" "Yes... yes sir." "Much better. Now my shampoo." She reached over to grab my shampoo, and started pour some into her hands and reaching for my hair. "Clean your own. I don't trust you with mine yet." She lowered her head disappointed, but did as I said, and handed my the bottle. "At least you're thinking far enough ahead not to set it down. Maybe you're not completely hopeless." She glanced at me, a hopeful smile on her face. "What are you grinning about young lady?" "Nothing," she mumbled. "What did you said? Don't mumble when you answer me!" "Nothing, sir. I'm sorry." "That's better." I poured my shampoo into my hands and applied it to my hair, watching her body as it weaved as she shampooed her own. I stepped back under the stream of water and rinsed out my hair, before standing under it and blocking it from her. She tried to step around me, got flustered, and started mumbling again. "May I rinse my hair?" I ignored her request. She spoke louder and clearer. "Please sir, may I rinse my hair?" Without a word, I stepped backward, not out from under the stream, but further underneath it. Seh stepped closer, her bopdy brushing against mine as she rinsed her hair. While her eyes were closed, I touched her body again, first tweaking one of her nipples, and then the other, listening to her moan with an appraising grimace on my face. Roughly, I grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to spin until she faced away from me again. She stumbled and slipped slightly as she turned, but caught herself and complied without a word. I ran one of my fingernails down the middle of her back, and she thrust her chest forward and let her shoulders fall back, and I made a mental note to make sure she held that posture more often if not permanently. When my finger reached the base of her spine, it kept going, sliding between her cheeks. She squirmed uncomfortably, but didn't say anything, and only whimpered when I pushed the tip of my finger against her asshole. I leaned closer to her, my lips whispering but demanding in her ear. "Pucker up, little girl. Let me in." She whimper again, but did as I asked, and I pushed my finger slowly inside, up to the first knuckle before she tightened up again. I pushed again, and with it tightened, she moaned in pain. "Loosen up, or it will hurt," I whispered again, and she did as I told her, albeit unwillingly. I managed to slide in a second knuckle before she squeezed again, and this time I gave no warning. Finally, panting, she let go and I managed to get my third knuckle in. "You need to practice this, my dear. No more slouching and no more tightening your sphincter. At least when I'm here. Understand?" "Yes sir." I twitched my finger and she moaned. "How does that feel?" "It hurts but it feels kind of good." "Good. Work on controlling that muscle, and I'll make sure you get as much please from this hole as you do from any of the others. Now clean off my finger," I said, slowly pulling it out of her and eliciting another moan. She lifted my hand in her under the stray of the shower. "Not with the shower. With your mouth." She frowned, but did as I said, her gag reflex kicking in horribly--another thing we would have to work on--before I was satified. "Now get out of here and towel off. The day is far from over. You still have some things to do."