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I found there to be a lack of ‘normal’ stories on this site. I wanted to create a really sexy story that was just a guy and a girl enjoying each other, with no incest or anything dark and macabre. As this is my first attempt at writing stories, any compliments or constructive criticism are very welcome. Thanks!

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The Blooming: A Young Girl’s Love of Pussy

“The Blooming: A Young Girl Discovers Her Love for Pussy”
As Tamara entered the woman’s restroom at the mall, she wasn’t sure what was wrong with her—why was she going here, again? However, deep inside, she knew why. Her thoughts nowadays seemed to always be about sex and to be centered on other women—generally, older women; women her mother’s age! She entered a middle stall that she had used many times before. The slits on both sides of the door were quite wide, and anyone who cared to look, could easily see inside. She dropped her white shorts to the floor and just stood there—nude from the waist down. She admired her smooth boyish frame. She was probably a little on the skinny side, but everyone—men included—seemed to like it, so she didn’t care. Her bony hips stood out on both sides, and her little pudenda was puffy and round. Although she’d turned 13 last month, her pubic mound was still only sparsely covered in fine light brown hair barely a quarter of an inch long. Tamara sat down on the toilet and comfortably spread her legs. Lunchtime wasn’t for another 15 minutes, so the local business crowd wouldn’t be here for at least 20 minutes, so she had time to day-dream, and she knew exactly what memory she wanted to indulge in…her first time.
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Boca Raton, Florida
July, 2005 – Two years before
A Family vacation
Tamara’s fascination with sex—and older women—had begun a couple of years ago when she was only 11 years old and while she and her family were camping in the Everglades National Forest outside Boca Raton. Then, like now, she’d gone to use the women’s restroom. It was just around dusk and while sitting on the toilet she’d heard someone come in to the bathroom and then take the stall next to her. She’d tried to be as quiet as possible hoping that the woman wouldn’t be aware that she was there, but that didn’t happen—in fact, as she now knew, what the lady said on that hot July night would remain forever in her brain. She had sat there and listened to the woman say the most awful things: nasty, dirty things, and they were things about her own daughter, too!
It had all began with a low, almost guttural moan. Then, another and another and another until she heard the woman exhale a long sigh and begin to whisper.
“That’s it, honey, oh yes, use your little fingers. Just flick it. That’s it. Touch it nice and slow. Flick mommy’s big clit, dear. That’s it. See how rubbery and soft it is? Wouldn’t you like to kiss it? No, it does; it tastes so good! Here, open your mouth, here’s a taste of mommy’s juices.”
Then, for a few moments the moaning returned and then there was an interval of silence until the woman began talking aloud—almost wanting to be heard.
“Hmmmm, that tasted good, didn’t it? I thought you’d like it. You want more? Okay, here let me show you where the good juice comes from…I’m gonna show you my secret place…..ohh, so pink, huh? This hole is filled with the same kind of juice. You want some more? Use your tongue, yes, that’s it, stick it right in the hole. Now, how does that taste? Yeah? I thought so, just keep licking me…ohhh, honey, you’re such a good pussy licker—-just like your big sister! She’s been licking mommy’s loose slit for years, and now she does all her teachers at her school! Mmmmmm, I bet you’re gonna be just like her! Oh honey, let mommy kiss your slimy face.”
Tamara sat there frozen to her seat—not moving a muscle to avoid making any sound at all. However, her ears were alive with this new “secret” knowledge.
The woman continued, “You know, little girls make the very best pussy eaters. Yes, it’s true. Their little fingers can probe all the right places—pussy, ass, mouth, and back again. Little girls are loved most of all by mommies—in fact, all older women know how sweet little girls are because they were little girls once, too! So, when you please a mommy-woman it is special because only mommies know just how special little girls are.”
At this point Tamara was beginning to get very curious about just who this woman was; she wanted to take a look but didn’t dare make a sound and give away her presence. She felt a strange twinge in her gut, one that kind of hummed and throbbed its way down towards her pussy. It seemed the woman’s words were having their effect on her, too. However, she knew that she had to remain perfectly still so that the lady would go on—she wanted to hear more.
The moaning was louder now, and then the woman said, “Ohhhhh, darling, my little flower, that’s it, slide one more in. See, now you have all four fingers in mommy’s big, sloppy cunt—I call it a cunt because its so red and raw….and juicy, too. Aren’t you a good little girl. Hmmmm, yeah, wiggle those fingers, hmmmm, ohhh, yeahhhh, that’s great. Mommy’s cunt is so wet and sloppy. You wanna give me a taste of my own pussy? Yes, of course, hmmmmm, that does taste good! That’s right, you taste it, too. All mommy’s girl-goo, so good! Okay, Shelly, now it’s time to make mommy come, okay? You just put your tongue right here, remember the nub, here, see how pink and rubbery it is, just lick it up and down. That’s it, hmmmm, yeah, ohhh, yeah, you’re a natural dear. Just there, oh yeah, ohhhhhh yeah, honey, ooohhhh yeahhhhh.”
At this point, the lady’s voice trailed off and Tamara could detect the sloppy sloshing sounds coming from the other side of the partition. Tamara’s own pussy slit was throbbing and was getting decidedly wet, and though she felt like touching it, she knew she couldn’t, for now. The lady’s moans turned to grunts and then a loud and long groan that sounded almost animal-like. Tamara leaned slightly forward and could see the lady’s long thin legs stretched out in front of her And then it happened, the floor around the toilet was being splashed with some kind of wetness. It looked like the lady was peeing on the floor. Big dollops of water, or something, had landed on the concrete near the lady’s feet. Tamara had quietly leaned down even further to get a better look; it was amazing, some of the stuff was even running off the side partition and dropping onto the concrete floor between them. Then the lady continued her little talk.
“Oh honey, you’re such a mess! Look at you. You have mommy’s girl juices all over your pretty face. That’s right, give mommy a kiss. Mmmmm, mommy tastes so good, doesn’t she? Now, we’d better get outta here before daddy wonders where we are!”
That was the last thing the lady said, but Tamara could hear her pulling toilet paper from the roll and then watched as her hand, holding the wadded up roll, wiped up the mess on the floor at her feet. Tamara, realizing she might be seen, lifted her own feet up and held them that way until she could no longer see the lady’s hand under the partition. She heard the lady unlatch the door, go to the sink and tun on the faucet to wash her hands. She then walked over to the end of the counter, right in front of Tamara’s stall to get a hand towel to dry her hands. When the lady turned to go out, Tamara thought she saw the lady’s eyes dart toward the thin opening between the doors, but she didn’t stop and she didn’t say anything, so maybe she hadn’t seen her sitting there. Tamara also saw the lady’s short and brown hair tied in a red scrunchy—she’d easy to pick out, she thought.
Tamara didn’t know what to do. She thought she should leave, but she didn’t really want to go back to the camp ground right now—not with her brothers and sisters there to pester her. Besides, she had this buzzing between her legs she needed to satiate.
Tamara leaned back on the water closet and spread her legs a little. When she looked between them, she could see a little drop of dew clinging to her outer lips. She was wet, very wet. She lightly touched the sticky substance. It clung to the pad on her index finger. She brought it closer to her face to look at it. It was clear and kind of shiny, and definitely, slick. She spread it between her forefinger and thumb, and then she smelled it. It wasn’t awful like she was thinking it would be. Then, knowing what the woman had said, she stuck out her tongue and just placed the tip of her finger there. She swirled the substance in her mouth. It tasted kind of strange. It was both sweet and a little bitter. Also it was kind of tangy—a good kind of tangy—citrusy. Tamara spread her legs a little wider. She was only 13, so she was still very thin with only a wisp of hair on her pussy. As she spread her legs, she saw her pussy open a little. Her lips were quite large for a little girl and hung down a quarter of inch or so—each was slightly pink with a ridge of brown on the edge. Feeling very naughty now, she slipped her sandaled foot out of her shorts and brought her heel up to the toilet seat—now her cunt was gaping wide. Little Tamara was getting very horny and that sticky finger that had just moments before put her girl-juice on her tongue was now tentatively probing her slit. She closed her eyes and let her sandy-brown bangs close over her brow. She thought of the woman…and her girl, Shelly. Ohhh my, she was a naughty mommy, Tamara thought, and now, Tamara wanted to be naughty girl, too.
Feeling especially wicked, Tamara brought her other foot up onto the toilet seat, letting her knees fall outward. Her legs were now spread about as widely as they could go. She smiled as she stuck her middle finger in her pussy and when she did, a zoom when right through her. She quietly gasped. When she’d played with herself before, it had never felt this good. She slowly pumped her middle finger in and out and felt her stomach tighten into a knot. Oh, yeah, so this is what it’s about, she thought. She let her head fall back feeling it roll from side to side; her eyes were closed and with her other hand she reached up to her bikini top and undid the clasp between the cups. She shucked it from her shoulders and heard it hit the floor near the toilet. She now felt totally free, totally fucking free! Her pussy was on fire, and she liked the feeling—this nasty girl, slutty naughtiness. She’d be doing this again, she thought. Then, she began to mumble….
“Oh, gawd. I wanna lick you momma, I wanna lick your mommy slit. Pleeze let me, please? I’ll be good. I’ll lick you real good—I want your juice.” Then Tamara slipped her hand under her butt and felt her pussy from the underside. She liked this even better—she could fuck herself with her thumb, and it rubbed the front of her naked pussy on the inside—vibrations were going off like firecrackers in her gut.
“Ohhhh, ughhhhhh,” was about all she could mutter for a few minutes as she continued to thumb her newly discovered G-spot. Both hands were now working on her fresh pussy meat—thick, wet, distended lips throbbing like a live wire between her legs. There was also a very heady aroma in the bathroom now—aroused young cunt pervaded the whole place. Tamara was so lost in her own lustful reverie, she didn’t hear someone walk into the restroom.
All Tamara cared about now was taking this whole scene to the ultimate limit. She whispered, “Ohhh yeah, mommy, spray my face, spray me mommy with your juice. Shit, mommy, fuckin’ pee on me! Yeah, I’m a dirty little slut mommy. I wanna eat your sloppy fuckin’ cunt, mommy!”
Tamara’s brain was so fogged up with lust that it took what seemed like minutes to register the reply from the woman standing before her stall door, staring through the crack between the doors at the little girl’s naked loveliness. All she had said was, “mommy’s here.”
Tamara slowly realized that she was no longer alone. Her head slowly came up, eyes now open and peeking from under sandy brown bangs but with heavy lidded eyes. She couldn’t shake her lust, not easily, not even after being discovered naked in a public toilet with her thumb jammed in her girlish twat. But, she did see something she recognized: the red scrunchy! It was the same woman—she’d come back!
Tamara had instinctively closed her legs when she knew someone was outside her door, but when she saw the scrunchy, her knees got loose again, and her thighs opened, flopping outward in a lacivious display of beautiful girl-cunt. Tamara watched a pair of denim shorts hit the floor outside her door. She then watched the woman pick them up and toss them over the locked stall door. They hit the floor with a thud right in front of the toilet. Tamara put her feet on the floor and took a look. Besides the shorts, there was also a delicate thong made of thin transparent material—the kind that barely seems to be “there” when you’re wearing them—each was there right between her legs.
“Pick up the panties, little girl.” Tamara heard the woman say.
Tamara, almost unthinkingly, obeyed. She reached down and lifted the wispy fragment of cloth from the denim. She held them between her thumb and forefinger and looked at the woman’s body displayed in the crack of the door. She could see through the crack that the woman had on a yellow tank top that she had one hand under—obviously feeling a breast or nipple, while the other hand’s fingers were busily swimming in the wetness between her legs. Tamara held onto the panties. She could feel that the triangle at the front of these dainty panties was still very damp.
Then the woman spoke again. “Taste them,” she said.
Tamara closed her eyes. She suddenly felt very dizzy as if she were about to fall off a great cliff. Her loins, which had seemingly been on fire before, were now a blazing fury. However, she smiled. Her lips seemed heavy and began to hang open, and she felt her tongue thickly snake between her lips. She looked up at the woman, who had now moved so that Tamara could easily see that she had at least two fingers intently dipping into her own sloppy folds. The flat of Tamara’s tongue took a long luscious swipe of the wet triangle. She was surprising herself—it almost seemed like a stranger was doing this, but she couldn’t stop herself, and, she didn’t want to. She sucked on the material, moaning all the while until she whispered so lightly the woman barely heard her, “finally, mommy pussy.”
The woman just groaned, and then added, “Ohhhyeeessss, my little bitch! Jezuzfuckin’christ—-you are a nasty girl.”
Tamara then saw the woman remove her tank top and toss it over the stall door as well. Tamara laughed and shook her head in disbelief, saying, “Shit, mommy-dear, you’re fuckin’ naked in public.”
“Yyyyyeah???? I don’t fuckin’ care.”
“Someone might come in and see you staring at me…a naked little girl sitting on a toilet.”
“Uh huh, a naked little slut with a wet pussy and panties in her mouth, that girl?”
Tamara just smiled, and said, “You taste sooooo good.” Tamara then put her face into the panties and inhaled deeply. She added, “and, you have a very nasty cunt smell, too!”
“You’re gonna smell this, too” the woman said as she turned around, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks. Tamara could see the lady’s woman-crack and the delicate puckered star at the center of her dark line. “You’ll like this even more,” the woman said, holding her ass cheeks apart.
“Fuuuccckk!” was all Tamara could say. She loved the look of the woman’s tight ass cheeks and long tanned legs. Tamara took the wet panties and smeared the goo of the woman’s wetness all over her face. She knew her face smelled like pussy and now she wanted to smell like ass. She stood up, hesitated for one brief second, and then slipped the latch over watching the door slowly and inwardly open.
The woman stood up, slowly turned around, and took in the full sight of this long and lithe little girl with sandy blond hair tied in a pony tail and who had a devilish glint in her eyes. The little tramp was chewing on her panties—they hung languidly between her lips, and with one hand she was rubbing up and down her puffy slit and the other was pulling on the little cone of her girl-tit.
The woman was 40, but you’d never guess it. She was toned and taught everywhere—-‘cept her cunt; that was loose from lots of use, but she didn’t care. It was no longer snogging cock—it was for strap-ons, dildos, and the four-fingered club devotees that she had come to love.
Tamara only came up to the woman’s neck, so she was at eye level with the woman’s tits which were still full and perky. The woman’s tits had rings through the nipples that glinted in the late afternoon light. Tamara’s mouth watered at the sight of them.
“May I?” the woman said, indicating her desire to enter the small stall.
“Be my guest,” Tamara replied; however, she didn’t step back.
The woman stepped forward, and as she did so, Tamara felt the woman’s tits graze the flesh of her lips. Tamara shivered, feeling a kind of swooning in her abdomen—she wanted nothing more than to suckle the long rubbery nipples of the woman’s breasts.
As the woman reached for the door to close it, Tamara said in a husky whisper, “leave it open.”
The woman cast an eye at Tamara who had now re-seated herself on the toilet and once again bent her knees and put her heels on the toilet seat—she lewdly spread her thighs and began rubbing the pink crevice of her pussy with the woman’s panties.
Tamara was zoning out. She was drinking in the feelings of this amazing spectacle, but as a participant. She looked up at the woman and whispered, “juice.”
“Ohhhh,baby wants juice, does she?” The woman’s hand reached down and dipped two fingers in her cunt. She pumped them in two, three, four times—good and hard—and then pulled them out. They were now wet and sticky, and as the woman held them up and spread the fingers, you could see a thick sheen on them—and stringers of goo hanging between the fingers.
“Good enough?” The woman said, as she watched the transfixed face of the little slut on the toilet nod in approval.
“Wanna suck?”
“Yessssss.” Tamara hissed.
The woman stepped forward and smeared the nasty slime all over the girl’s lips and cheeks before pushing them into the girl’s pink mouth. Tamara gagged a little, but didn’t stop sucking.
Then, without warning, the woman pulled her fingers out of Tamara’s mouth creating a loud pop that echoed in the empty bathroom.
The woman leaned over and kissed little Tamara, who was so dazed that she just opened her mouth and received the woman’s invasive tongue. However, she came alive with the kiss. She began to hunger. She kissed the woman back, wildly and with abandon.
The woman looked at her and asked, “more?”
Tamara laughed, drunk on the whole thing, she just closed her eyes and said, “yessssssss, ohh god yes!”
The woman stepped over Tamara’s legs and stood on both sides of the toilet seat. She was now straddling Tamara’s abdomen, and her bald pussy was a mere inches from Tamara’s face. Tamara’s eye’s fluttered as she felt the rumbling of an orgasm roiling through her gut—-soon, very soon, the juice.
Tamara let go of her own girl-cunt to reach up and pull the woman’s pussy down onto her mouth, whispering, “more, more, more.” She wanted nothing more than to smear her face with the wet folds of the woman’s thickly protruding lips. Tamara loved the woman’s taste. She stuck her tongue between the woman’s spread petals—-slurping up as much of the woman’s pungent nectar as her tongue could find. Tamara also noticed that the woman’s clit was so large it was a like a fat, little penis and it bumped up against Tamara’s button nose as she continued to plunge her tongue into the woman’s hole. Tamara felt the woman’s hand on the back of her head as she pulled her face even deeper into her pussy while saying, “that’s it, keep licking me you fucking teen-slut.” The woman’s tone had taken on a noticeable change. It had gotten angrier and bossier, but Tamara didn’t really care; she didn’t mind being told what to do by bossy-mommies who had beautiful pussies she could tongue! Just as suddenly as she had felt her faced pushed up into the woman’s gaping cunt, she felt it being pulled back. The woman yanked down on her ponytail pulling her face up. “Open your mouth, slut.”
Tamara obeyed.
“Wider,” the woman commanded.
Tamara opened her mouth wider as she watched the woman drool a long string of spittle into her mouth. Some of it landed on her lips and the side of her mouth, so the woman scooped it up and smeared it into her mouth.
“Just one more kind of juice, my lovely. Now, swallow”
Tamara gulped it down, but she really wanted to swirl it around and taste it. She definitely hoped there’d be more to come.
“Now, open up” the woman said, a bit more kindly this time.
Tamara could feel the woman’s probing fingers on the inside of her mouth, running two fingers over her teeth and gums, feeling her tongue, pushing hard on the inside of both cheeks. Tamara watched the woman’s face; she could see her smile as she invaded the pink insides of Tamara’s mouth with her two fingers.
“So fresh and pretty,” the woman seemed to mumble, and then added with a certain glee, “and so ready to violated.”
Tamara felt the woman’s fingers leave her mouth, and then watched the woman place her right foot up on the toilet roll dispenser attached to the partition wall. She was opening up her wet gash with one hand while thrumming her clit with the other.
“You want mommy’s juice, huh?”
Tamara nodded and laid back, spreading her own legs even wider.
“You want to get sprayed little bitch? You wanna good wettin’ by your slutty mom? The woman’s fingers were dancing even faster in her folds.
“Hmmmmmmm, yessssss, mommmmy,” Tamara whined, being the good little teen-slut she now knew she wanted to be.
“Ohhh yes, ohhh, fuckin’ yes!” The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her cunt begin to ripple in contraction after contraction—-“ohhhhgawwd, shit, yes, dammmmmmitfuck…” the woman’s fingers were a blur before Tamara’s eyes.
Tamara opened her mouth and waited for the juice, and she didn’t have to wait long.
“Ugghhhhhhyesssshitfuckuggh” and then there was a fountain of juice erupting from between the woman’s splayed cunt lips. Spurt after spurt of girl cum splattered Tamara’s face and eyes, her budding breasts, her navel and across both of her thighs. She was literally drenched in the hot syrup of this strange woman’s pussy—a pussy she knew she never wanted to leave.
As the woman caught her breath, she looked down at the little tawny haired waif of a girl sitting spread-eagled on the toilet seat between her own legs. The brown-eyed nymph was contentedly scooping up her squirt with her fingers and sucking it off—one finger at a time!
The woman sighed and thought, “this one’s special.”
Tamara looked up at her new mommy and said, “more?”
The woman smiled and felt her pussy tingle once more. She felt like a good mommy now. She’d given her little one just what she’d wanted, and now she really didn’t want to deny her little girl anything, at all. So, taking Tamara’s head in her hands, she said, “come to the fountain, my baby, come to the source.”
Tamara felt her nose sluice through the wet folds of the woman’s aroused cunt. Tamara’s face became the woman’s trowel, her nose rutting in the sticky folds of the older woman’s cunt, but she didn’t mind one bit—it was so wet and warm and it smelled like…like, well, pussy—a new smell for sure, but one she definitely liked. She could leave her face there forever, she thought to herself while dreamily slurping up the last vestiges of the woman’s sauce.
“That’s it, be a good girl, clean mommy up.” Tamara felt the woman caressing her hair and face as she continued lapping up every trace of goo that clung to the folds or hid in the crevices of the woman’s puss.
As Tamara began to finish, she felt the woman take hold her face, cradling it in her hands while looking down at her. “Now, little Tamara, that’s right, I know you’re name. I have a little assignment for you. At midnight tonight, I want you to get out of your tent—the one you share with your brother and sister—and go to campsite #33; it’s right around the bend on the main road from yours campsite. It’s not my tent, and I’m not going to tell you whose it is, but you’re to wear two things…two things only: your red baseball cap—with your very cute pony tail out the back of course and your hiking boots with the white socks showing just at the top—nothing else—okay? I think you’ll be so pretty this way, don’t you?”
Tamara shook her head up and down, still a little groggy after all that had happened, but it finally dawned on her what the woman was saying, so she asked quietly and shyly, “So, Miss, you want me to walk through the campground at midnight, naked?”
The woman smiled, “Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
Tamara’s eyes wandered down the woman’s torso, over the woman’s well-exercised flat stomach—sizing up the shiny bauble attached to her belly-button ring, then ever-so-slowly downward her eyes went until they rested on the still drippy petals between the woman’s legs. Tamara licked her lips, and said with almost a slur, “Notta problem.”
“Good, my little one. Now, we should get out of here before someone sees us.”
They each wiggled into their shorts and put on their tops, and for the first time there was a slight awkwardness in the air. As Tamara adjusted her cap, the woman peeked out of the stall.
“The coast is clear.”
The woman then shooed Tamara out the door as they both straightened their clothes one more time in front of the stall. They would leave separately so as not to be seen together by suspicious eyes. However, as the woman made her own way toward the door, she quickly peeked into the stall opposite where she and Tamara had had their tryst and was surprised to see a woman inside. This woman, a teenager herself, probably not more than 18 to 19, was sitting on the toilet—bare-assed naked, and she had her infant daughter with her—both were naked—and her daughter was suckling one of the young girl’s breasts. The woman cradled the infant in her well-toned arms. The older woman, who now stood in the doorway to the restroom, turned to Tamara and made a motion to indicate that someone was in the stall beside them. Tamara wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to get out of there for sure; this was crazy! However, she couldn’t resist peering between the slats between the doors as she stood there. She couldn’t make out the woman’s face, but she could certainly see one side her body—the full upturned breasts, slender arms, and nice hips. Since Tamara couldn’t see the woman’s face, she knew the woman wouldn’t be able to see hers either; however, the young woman must certainly have known she was standing there—not moving and thus, quite obviously peeking in at her. So, Tamara was pleased when she saw that the young woman spread her legs a little bit—enough to let anyone who cared to see that her cunt had just been through a work-out. It was obscenely wet, red, and swollen and bald. When Tamara took the chance to try and see the woman’s face, she caught the girl’s brown eyes looking back at her and heard her whisper, “thank you.” They both shared a smile, and as Tamara turned to walk out of the bathroom; she knew without a doubt that things had definitely changed–she’d changed, and the change was good.
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Family Services – A Dental Care Sequel

I’m not the original author. The following story is a work of fiction. Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts between underage partners. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story is intended for ADULTS only. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

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Cleaning the Shed day 3

This is a story about a girl using insects to masturbate, so if you are not into that, reading is on your own risk. Also if you are not familiar with the first three parts, go and read them now, or not I am a text and not your boss.

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Reading Allowed, Pt.5

READING ALLOWED, Part 5
By lamignonne and Zenmackie All night? His words reverberated in Marie’s mind. Did he mean he was going to let her spend the night with him? She fervently wished he would. She so badly wanted him to hold her…and maybe he’d fuck her again, for longer this time—for real, if she could manage not to come the second his cock entered her.
She was so out of control with him, so dizzyingly emotional, reduced to a sobbing wreck one minute, on top of the world the next. Like now—she had never felt so gloriously sated, her body still throbbing, her muscles hot and languid from the prolonged orgasm. But even as she reveled in the dreamy aftermath of her climax, she began to notice that her pussy, incredibly, was already wanting more. If he would just let her get off this damn bench, maybe she could manage not to be horny for a few minutes, but as long as she was tied down here with her legs spread wide and her ass in the air, it was going to be impossible to calm down for long. Her clit was still hard and swollen and needy. He hadn’t touched it, apart from that brief stroke of the paddle, before he’d spanked her.
The spanking bench suddenly became unbearable. Marie was dying to stretch her tired muscles and if she could just close her legs maybe she could quiet the throbbing need between them. The water he’d thrown on her face was still dripping off of her chin, irritating her. He was busy doing something behind her; she could hear him moving around the store, then the crinkling sound of a plastic bag. She wanted to get his attention, but recalled his order not to speak out. She whimpered, pulling at the straps holding her in place.
He ignored her and she remembered his words from before she’d put on the collar: I will give you pain, pleasure or humiliation as I please, use you or ignore you as I choose…and you will thank me for all of it. She had to change her thinking, she realized. It was up to him to decide when she could get off the bench; it wasn’t for her to tell him to let her up. But she still felt agitated, continuing to squirm fruitlessly in her bonds.
When he finally came back over to her, holding his bag full of new toys, Marie surprised him again. He couldn’t resist giving her captive bottom one last hefty smack, making her yelp, and squeezing her tits for a couple of minutes. When he stood in front of her to work on the cuffs holding her wrists, she looked up at him, shaking the hair out of her eyes, and said clearly, “Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
He looked searchingly at her, but she seemed sincere, if a little shy. Her eyes dropped as she struggled to finish, whispering, “I’m sorry I came without permission.”
He was pleased. His voice was warm and had a teasing note to it when he replied, “My poor princess. Always in trouble, aren’t you?” He finished unstrapping her and helped her stand up. She collapsed gratefully into his arms and he held her for a minute, loving her little moan when he rubbed her ass, still glowing a fiery red from her paddling. He had seen the wetness again leaking from her pussy. All in all, he couldn’t complain, he thought. His new slave was proving as delightful as he’d hoped. It was going to be fun torturing her hungry clit with the powerful new vibrator he’d just selected. It was about one in the morning on a Friday night. He looked forward to a long, interesting weekend.
He continued to hold her. His left hand rested lightly on the back of her head, just above her collar. He had been using his right arm to hold her close but now he lifted it and reached between her legs to grasp her leash. He pulled it slowly through her legs…and then up, watching her carefully as the chain tightened, first between her ass cheeks and then the lips of her pussy. He wrapped the end of the chain around his fist, pulling it tighter, bringing Marie up onto her toes as he had earlier. Only this time, because of the chain, he was pulling her collar tighter and tighter as well, using his hand at the back of her head to keep the pressure steady.
He watched her eyes go wide, staring into his as she began to struggle for breath. He began to slowly pull the chain back and forth, knowing it was rubbing over her clit. Then he bent down and kissed her for a long moment, his tongue probing her mouth as she gasped for breath through her nose.
When he kissed her like that, so possessively, it made Marie a little crazy. She kissed him back frantically, her body straining to get away from the bite of the chain between her legs, her hands clutching fistfuls of his shirt. The metal of the leash felt shockingly cold against her burning crotch, and her hard nipples rubbed against him. She was as horny now as she had been before the orgasm.
He broke the kiss and loosened the leash just enough to allow her to catch her breath, though she still danced on her toes from the pressure between her legs. “Do you have plans for this weekend, princess?”
She shook her head as much as she could with it still in his grip and gasped, “No, Sir—just homework.”
“Good.” He whipped the leash out from between her legs and pointed at the floor, saying, “Down.”
The shame of being spoken to like an animal sent a renewed pulse of fire through Marie. She knelt carefully on her hands and knees and he led her, crawling, back out of the store the way they had come in. Then they were outside again. Marie waited at his feet while he locked up. She knew there was no chance that he would let her get up and walk back to the van after coming without his permission a second time. She just hoped he would go slow enough to let her avoid anything particularly nasty or dangerous on the ground. As he turned and walked past her he patted her on the head and said, “Good doggie,” before tugging gently on her leash. Marie followed as quickly as she could, her face still sticky with his come where the water had missed it–and burning with humiliation. She had barely crawled ten feet however, when she was suddenly overcome with the need to urinate. She had been so overwhelmed by everything else that had happened that she had forgotten that it had been hours since her last visit to the toilet. She tried to suppress it but that only made it worse. She wasn’t allowed to talk without permission, what was she going to do?
She did the only thing she could think of: she crawled as fast as she could until she caught up with him then, feeling like an utter idiot, seized his pant-leg in her teeth and began to whine like an anxious puppy. And when he stopped and turned to her she sat up, holding her hands out like paws, begging. His grin when he saw her was so wide that it almost turned into laughter.
“What is it, Lassie?” he said, mocking her. “You say Grandpa’s trapped in the old mineshaft?” Marie didn’t think she could blush any harder but she did. “Please, Sir,” she said, assuming his mocking questions constituted permission to speak, “Can we go back inside for a minute? I really, really need to pee.”
He just stared at her for a second then shook his head, bemused, before jerking her back onto all fours. He led her directly over to the nearest lamppost in the lot, stopped, then turned and looked at her expectantly.
Oh no. He couldn’t possibly expect her to… Yes, of course he could. And he expected instant obedience; she had certainly learned that. So, holding his gaze as best she could with tears of humiliation filling her eyes and streaming down her cheeks, Marie lifted her leg and urinated against the lamppost. The sound of her pee hitting the metal seemed to ring through the entire parking lot. The worst part, though, was having to look at him while she did it.
When she finished she barely had time to put her leg down before he jerked on her leash and set off again, with Marie scrambling to keep up, heedless now of whatever might be on the ground beneath her.
When they got to the van he opened the door on her side and simply said, “Up.” And when she had scrambled into the seat he slammed the door and told her, “Put your ass out the window.” Marie clumsily and hurriedly knelt on the seat with her back to the door then put her head down and her behind out the window as ordered.
She heard him pawing through the plastic bag he carried…and shuddered. A moment later she felt him separating her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, then something was shoved rudely up her ass, making her cry out. “That’s one,” she heard him say. One? Oh god… Then something—and it was something much bigger this time—was forced between her legs, stretching her pussy painfully. “That’s two,” she heard him say. “Now, let’s see…”
There was a tiny click from behind her…and suddenly her entire pussy, from the lips all the way to her womb, seemingly, were vibrating—humming like a gigantic and very angry bumblebee. Before she could catch her breath—and she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to—he had climbed into the seat beside her. He threw the bag into the back seat then bent down to her.
“Don’t…fucking…move. And if you come once more without my permission I will stop this van and push you out onto the sidewalk.”
Then he started the van and drove off.
At first, coming was the farthest thing from Marie’s mind. She just wanted this thing out of her. The vibration was so intense it tickled, and she shifted her hips frantically, torn between hope that the thing would fall out on its own and the desire to obey him. She grunted with the effort to keep still, too overwhelmed to try to stop the desperate sounds coming from her mouth.
There was one good thing about the vibrator stuffed inside her—it kept her from thinking. Otherwise she might be dwelling on the fact that the window was still open, the cool night air rushing over her exposed ass; that she had just crawled naked across a parking lot and peed on a lamppost like a dog; that there was something shoved into her ass, intruding where nothing had ever penetrated, except his fingers, briefly. What had come over her, really? A few days ago she’d been a relatively innocent, well-behaved girl, her fantasies of submission and humiliation merely well kept secrets.
Being with him was intoxicating; it was as if the cautious part of her brain was silenced, overwhelmed by the flood of powerful sensation he aroused in her. There was the heady excitement and anxiety of waiting for him, wondering what he would do to her next, and the shameful thrill of being bound by him, used by him. There was the torturous, drawn out need she suffered for him, and the blissful gratification when she came on his cock. All of it made her feel so intensely that her everyday experiences seems like just so much lukewarm water. In the back of her mind she’d already started to worry that he’d spoiled her satisfaction with her humdrum life; that she could so easily become addicted to his mastery of her.
Thank God the drive was short. Preoccupied as she was with the buzzing in her pussy, Marie almost lost her balance on the seat a couple of times when he made a turn. Just before he stopped the car, she had begun to know a new fear, as the relentless vibrator stimulated her unwilling pussy back to extreme arousal.
He said nothing as he turned off the engine and got out of the van. With her head down on her arms on the seat, Marie couldn’t tell if they were in private or just on the side of the road somewhere, but she ceased to care as he opened her door and, without warning, grabbed the protruding end of the vibrator. He pulled it out a few inches, then slammed it back into her, then again, and Marie gave a strangled scream, it felt so good. God, didn’t he know that she’d come if he did that, that she couldn’t prevent it no matter how hard she tried?
But he must have known, because he switched off the vibrator and pulled it out of her. The butt plug he left in place, although he gave it an experimental wiggle, making her grunt, before saying brusquely, “Get out—hands behind your head.”
Marie climbed shakily out of the van and posed as he’d ordered, relieved to see that they were in what appeared to be an underground garage, with no one else in sight. She cast a furtive look around then glanced back at her Master. The heat in his eyes as he looked her over startled her, and then gratified her. Even though she was standing before him naked, wearing his collar and leash, her asshole uncomfortably full of one of his toys, she felt absurdly proud. She could see the possessive lust in his gaze as he reached for her leash, and she felt all at once that she had an advantage over him.
The feeling was short-lived as he jerked her forward with the leash and she found out immediately that walking while wearing a butt plug was an uncomfortable business. The thing seemed to shift inside her with every step she took, stretching her. She made a little sound of distress, wishing he would slow down, but he walked briskly towards an elevator, looking back over his shoulder once so as not to miss the sight of his slave waddling awkwardly behind him, her young body admirably displayed as she kept her hands obediently behind her head.
Inside the elevator, he positioned her with her back to the doors, ordering her to spread her legs and grab her ankles. He punched the button for floor 5 and turned his attention to his slave, jiggling the butt plug and flicking her swollen clit with his fingers, making her whimper. “You’d better hope no one’s waiting to get on at the top,” he whispered, enjoying her nervous shiver. There would be no one there; his was the only unit on the top floor. But she didn’t know that.
The elevator arrived and they got off into an austere corridor that Marie barely had time to register as he pulled on her leash, hustling her over to a lone door with the number 10 on it. He quickly unlocked it and pushed her ahead of him through the doorway, dropping the bag of toys to the floor as he followed her.
Marie stopped and stared. “Wow,” she breathed, not even noticing she’d spoken out. This had to be one of those old buildings down at the waterfront, converted into fabulous lofts. She was a little relieved to have some idea, for once, where they were. Her eyes roamed over the modern architecture with the exposed brick and beams, the open staircase leading to a half-story above them, and the bright paintings hung everywhere. One entire wall was given over to floor-to-ceiling windows that commanded a view of the downtown skyline, while another wall was covered by enormously tall bookshelves crammed with books. There was even a sliding ladder reaching up to the top shelf.
Marie was seriously impressed. She looked curiously at her new Master, who had moved over to the kitchen, set in an alcove in one corner of the vast space. Surely he wasn’t this rich just from running the bookstore? A man of secret resources. He had filled a glass with ice water, and now he brought it over to a comfortable-looking armchair and sat down, calling to her, “Come here, princess.”
She hurried, as fast as the butt plug would allow her, to kneel at his feet, remembering to keep her knees spread. She saw his gaze dart to her crotch and couldn’t help smiling. He thrust the glass into her hand and said, “Drink all of it.” She watched him as she gulped the water, and it seemed to her that his face, usually so enigmatic, softened somewhat as he looked her over. This, combined with the way he’d looked at her in the garage, emboldened her to speak more freely than before when he took the glass from her and asked gently, “How are you feeling now, princess?”
“Well,” she said, smiling, “at first I was pretty distracted by your wonderful books.” Her eyes swept over the wall of books behind him, then returned to his face. “But now… I’m just horny again.”
“You’re not hungry?”
“No, Sir.” She was still smiling at him. He was intrigued by this new mood of hers. She looked positively impish. It was something he’d prolong if this weren’t a serious moment.
“Good,” he said curtly, and his tone changed abruptly. He watched her face fall in response, and then ordered, “Kiss my feet, princess.” As she bent to do it he added, “I want to see your ass in the air.” He leaned back and watched her for a minute or two as she dropped little kisses on his shoes, then told her to sit up.
“Hands behind your back.”
She obeyed and he saw that the beautiful apprehensive look was back in her eyes. He leaned forward and took hold of each of her nipples, noticing that she immediately pushed her chest towards him in invitation. He pinched slightly—not enough to hurt, but the threat was there. “What are you, princess?”
By now familiar with this line of questioning, Marie answered immediately, “I’m your property, Sir.” Her voice was a little breathless.
“That’s right. And that means your body…” He trailed off meaningfully.
“It—it belongs to you?” she guessed.
“Good. And what else?” He rolled her nipples to give her a hint.
“My… my tits,” she whispered, realizing she’d never said that word out loud before.
He pinched hard. “Your tits what?”
“My tits… belong to you,” she said hastily, catching on.
“What else, princess?”
“My pussy belongs to you,” she whispered. “And… my ass belongs to you too.”
He wondered if she knew she was spreading her thighs wider as she talked, thrusting her pelvis towards him slightly. Her eyes had drifted closed as she spoke, so when he suddenly shouted at her she nearly jumped out of her skin.
“So then why—” his voice cracked like a whip “—do you think you can come whenever you want?”
Her eyes filled up. He could tell she was wringing her hands behind her back. “I don’t think—I mean, it—I—I can’t help it,” she foundered. “I’m sorry!”
“It occurred to me,” he went on, as if she hadn’t spoken, “that it might be interesting to see what happens if I give you exactly what you want.” He looked directly at her, challenging her. “Well, slut? Do you want me to make you come?”
Was this a trick question? Marie hesitated. She could say something clever, like “I want to please you, Sir,” as she had the first night in the bookstore. Or she could tell him the truth: that she was dying to have his cock in her pussy again, that she wanted his hands on her again, delivering her to an explosive climax. “Yes, please, Sir,” she whispered finally. “Make me come for you, please.”So be it, he thought, and stood up. He motioned her to stand too then pulled her leash from the back of her collar up between her legs again, watching it dig into her crotch. He pulled her along this way across the room and up the stairs.
His bedroom was as impressive as the rest of the loft. A magnificent painting dominated the wall over his enormous bed. The furniture was made of heavy, masculine mahogany. Marie absorbed these details even as she waddled hurriedly to keep up with him, trying to mitigate the pressure of the chain leash between her legs. It was also pressing against the base of her plug, making her painfully aware of the intruder. Finally he stopped, pulled the leash free, and unclipped it from her collar. “Lie down on your back,” he said, and Marie climbed up onto the bed, her body already starting to tremble in anticipation.
He stood at the foot of the bed watching as she followed his orders. He had to repress a smile, first at the expression on her face as she lay back and realized she would be lying on her butt plug, then at the speed with which she remembered to spread her legs for him. The bedspread was a rich, dark green that made her eyes stand out in sharp relief from her pale features; they seemed almost to glow as they stared anxiously up at him. So sweet, so vulnerable, so desperately eager to please him—Christ, she made him hard! And she had no idea what she had just let herself in for.
“Hands over your head, princess. Grab the headboard.” He watched her roll her head back to see behind her then reach up to grasp two of the dozen carved wooden posts that made up the framework of the headboard before returning her gaze to him, her chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly.
He’d had no idea when or even if this moment would come…but he had anticipated it. He reached beneath the foot of the bed and retrieved the lengths of rope he had stored there. Without a word he fastened her wrists to the headboard.
He tied two more pieces of rope around her ankles. He was sure she was expecting him to tie them to the wooden knobs at the foot of the bed, and he watched her expression carefully as he lifted her left leg straight up and fastened it to the corner post of the headboard, then repeated the procedure with her right leg. He stepped back to survey his work. Marie’s legs were now pulled straight back and spread wide apart above her head. Her hips were hovering over the bed, her ass and pussy completely on display. Her expression, as she stared helplessly back at him, was one of dismay…and deep arousal.
He casually jerked out her butt plug then slammed it back in, causing her to cry out. He slapped her ass cheeks a few times then reached between her legs and began stroking her clitoris vigorously, pinning her with his gaze as he did so. He judged to a nicety exactly when she was on the verge of orgasm, then stopped cold, leaving her writhing and gasping in place. He came around the side of the bed and leaned down to her. “Do you still want to come for me, princess?”
Marie was hyperventilating so hard that she was unable to speak. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide and glazed. She managed to nod though, beseeching him with her eyes.
“Very well, princess,” he replied softly, kissing her on the forehead. “Remember that you asked for this.” He straightened and started to walk away–then turned and with a hint of a smile said, “Wait here.” He left the room and Marie heard him walking down the stairs.
She wondered if anyone had stopped just short of making him come. Goddamn him, didn’t he know how much this sucked? She was unable to stop herself from whimpering, even though he was no longer in the room to hear her, as her denied pussy throbbed and clenched on empty air. It was akin to pain, this denial. She twisted her hands against the ropes without even realizing she was doing it. How could he ask her if she wanted to come for him and then just walk away? And why had he said, remember that you asked for this?
Marie closed her eyes, finding the sight of her own body so lewdly on display unbearable. Not for the first time this night, she longed for a stiff drink. Would he ever let her have one, she mused, or would that go against his insistence that she “pay attention” every moment?
She heard his steps coming up the stairs. With her eyes closed, it seemed every faint sound was magnified, and she detected the rattle of the plastic bag from the sex shop. She felt suddenly apprehensive. What did he have in there? Her eyes flew open, and she strained to lift her head enough to see what he was doing, feeling the pull in her hamstrings. He had paused at the top of the stairs, apparently taking a moment to enjoy the view. Marie realized she must look ridiculous with her face appearing just above her spread out crotch and hurriedly lay her head down again. She thought she heard him stifling a laugh, but she wasn’t sure.
He set the bag down on the bedside table and sat on the bed next to her displayed form. He leaned down and kissed her, very gently. Marie wanted to kiss him back hungrily but held back, following his lead. He kissed her breasts next, slowly, almost reverently. His hair tickled her inner thighs as his head moved between her spread legs. Then he leaned back and his left hand moved to her pussy. Using his thumb and middle finger, he carefully spread her labia to each side, then pushed with his index finger on the top of her pussy, until her clit was good and exposed.
Marie was so engrossed in watching his ministrations that she didn’t notice what his other hand was doing. Then she heard the loud, powerful buzz of the vibrator. Her eyes went wide and she gasped in genuine horror. The damn thing sounded like it was on its highest setting! He couldn’t be meaning to put that on her clit. Didn’t he know how sensitive it was already–how just the gentle pressure of his finger would make her shake to pieces? He was bringing it towards her spread open pussy.
Marie panicked, making a desperate effort to wiggle out from under his hand. He held her down easily with his right forearm across her midsection, bringing the vibrator inexorably closer. “No, don’t!” she shrieked, “please–” but her words turned into a loud wail as he shoved the buzzing pink monster right up against her clit.
She came instantly, throwing her head back, her whole body jerking, her fingers clawing helplessly at the sheet beneath her bound hands. For a few moments it was sheer bliss, as her nerves sang with an explosion of pleasure after having been teased for so long. But she was jolted back to earth as the stimulation of her clit turned torturous–he wasn’t letting up! He continued to hold the buzzing toy directly against her hypersensitive, swollen clit, and Marie frantically twisted, trying to get away from it. She opened glazed eyes long enough to see the intent, searing hot look on his face, and then she started shrieking again. “Take–it–away!” she cried, breathless. “You can’t–oh–oh, God, yeeeessssss!”
Barely maintaining his grip on her pussy, he watched her spasm for the second time in less than a minute. Her hips jerked crazily; her legs shook in their bondage. He watched her skin flush pink, from her face all the way down her chest. He could even see her asshole clenching on the butt plug as she came and came.
Finally, with one great gasp for air, she looked at him, terrified to see the determined set of his features. “Don’t! Don’t! I can’t breathe, please–”
But he was merciless. Watching carefully to make sure she didn’t pass out, he forced her to one more crashing orgasm, barely hanging on to the vibrator as her pussy gushed moisture.
When he finally removed the toy, Marie lay limply, soaked in sweat, her face wet with tears, her chest heaving. Her legs were trembling and her clit protruded obscenely, an angry red. He could see it twitching as the aftershocks swept through her, gradually slowing, until finally she opened her eyes and looked at him.
She immediately started begging. “Oh, please, please, Sir, don’t do that again. I won’t come without permission anymore. I’ll–I’ll suck your cock whenever you want. Okay? You can fuck me, okay? Yes, please, fuck my pussy instead. You can fuck my ass if you want–”
He covered her mouth with his hand, stopping the flow of entreaty and negotiation. He doubted she even realized she was babbling. “I will definitely fuck you, princess,” he said, “but you’re going to come for me again first.”
Her eyes filled anew; she shook her head, trying again to speak. He reached for his bag of tricks again, this time retrieving a nice big ball gag. He was fairly certain she’d let him put it on her, but pried her mouth open forcefully with his fingers anyway, just because he could. He shoved the ball behind her teeth and buckled the straps behind her head, noting with slight irritation that even on the last hole, the device still wasn’t as tight as he would have liked.
Wanting to give her just a little more time, he ran his hands all over her for a minute or two, squeezing her tits, administering little swats to her ass and the backs of her thighs, enjoying her helplessness. He twisted the butt plug, reminding her it was there. Then he switched on the vibrator.
Marie looked at it nervously. The truth was, being tied like this, with her legs over her head, was making her tremendously horny again, and if he would just fuck her, she knew she’d find the strength to come again on his cock. But she didn’t think she could stand that awful buzzing toy on her clit again. Coming this hard this many times in a row–it was exhausting, and kind of scary. She had no control over her body–he was manipulating it, could make her scream with orgasm at his whim.
And at the moment, that was definitely his plan. She tensed all over as he spread her pussy with one hand as before, and then brought the vibrator against her.
This time Marie lasted a few more seconds, keening in painful pleasure, before she came explosively again. As he maintained the pressure of the vibrator, her climax went on and on. At its peak, she clenched so hard that the butt plug went flying out of her asshole, and she squirted all over his hand. He would have laughed if he’d seen that happen in a porno, but when she did it, in the throes of a mindless orgasm, it made him desperately hard. He switched off the vibrator, quickly opened his pants, and then, before she’d even caught her breath, plunged into her.
Oh! Oh god! He was finally inside her again! Nothing else mattered—her aching hips, her painfully throbbing clit, her complete and utter exhaustion; they all faded away, along with the rest of the universe: her Master’s cock was inside her, filling her, thrusting into her over and over, and that’s all there was, all that ever could be. His hands were under her shoulders, gripping her so tightly that she could feel the joints creaking. His face hovered an inch above hers, his eyes staring deeply into hers, possessing her soul as completely as he did her body.
Marie wanted to tell him that, tell him again that she belonged to him, right now. But she couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe in fact, through the ball gag, so she tried to tell him with just her eyes: opening to him, willing him to see all the way down to her heart and know how completely she had surrendered to him. And once again he seemed to read her mind, reaching up to tear the gag from her mouth and throw it aside without slowing or missing a stroke. “Say it!’ he commanded her. “I’m yours, Master!” she cried out. “I’m your slut, I’m your fucktoy, Master! I’m your… Oh god, you’re fucking me, Sir! Ohhhh, shit yes… Fuck me, Sir! Your cock…oh god yes, fuck me with your cock! Thank you for fucking me, Sir! Oh, oh god I’m…I’m…please, Sir, may I come for you? Please…shit, oh god…PLEASE MAY I COME FOR YOU SIR!”
Even if he’d wanted to, he couldn’t have denied her. He could feel her pussy tightening on him, the preliminary to another staggering climax, and he growled, “Yes, come for me now!” as he began pounding into her hard and fast, his hips slamming into her defenseless, exposed buttocks. He heard her squeak as her whole body clenched too hard to breathe, saw her eyes roll back in her head, then threw his own head back as he began to come, his cock shooting over and over, urged on by her pussy’s helpless spasms.
He managed not to collapse on her, which would have put strain on her bound joints, but he rolled onto the mattress beside her for a few minutes, breathing hard, his body still singing with pleasure. When he’d recovered somewhat, he sat up and looked down at Marie, who seemed to be nearly unconscious now that her breathing had slowed and her heart had stopped racing. Her eyes were closed, and the bright flush that covered her face and chest during her orgasms had yet to fade. Her legs hung limply from their bonds; her fingers lay still for the first time since he showed her the vibrator.
He quietly began untying the bonds at her ankles and wrists, guiding each leg gently down to the mattress and gently massaging her calves, thighs, and hips. She didn’t stir until he leaned over her and tenderly traced the tear tracks on her face with his finger; then she finally opened her eyes. She saw him smiling down at her and she smiled back, a little shy all of the sudden. He’d seen her at her most vulnerable, climaxing uncontrollably, begging outrageously for him to let her come again. She turned her head away as another thought occurred to her. “Did I…did I do it right this time?” she asked softly.
He caught the worry in her voice and caught her chin, turning her face back up to his. “Princess,” he said, “you were perfect.”
They smiled at each other a moment more, then he stood up and pulled the duvet over her. They both needed a shower, but she looked exhausted, and he decided it could wait until morning. He left her briefly to go downstairs for another glass of water, which he made her finish, then stripped to his boxers, turned the lamps off and slipped into the bed next to her. He could tell she wanted to snuggle up to him, but she very correctly hesitated to do so without permission, so he benevolently held out his arm, allowing her to wiggle up against his side and lay her head in the crook of his shoulder.
Marie sighed with contentment. She couldn’t remember having ever felt so pleasantly exhausted. A little unnerved by her own boldness, she slipped one naked leg over his, snuggling her still-burning crotch up against his hard thigh. She could feel her blood start to quicken again in arousal, but before she could get distressed about it, she was asleep.

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