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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 21
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 04:10:08 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 21 - Picnic Preparations

   For the first morning in a while Janet woke feeling rested and relaxed.
She stretched, luxuriating in the feel of the sheet slipping over her naked
body.  She really should sleep nude more often, especially in summer. 
Rolling over she checked her bedside clock.  7.30, time to get moving.  She
had a picnic to get ready!

   After showering she faced her first dilemma for the day, what to wear?
For the picnic she'd want her swimmers but maybe he wouldn't want her to
wear them first up.  Then again, first up would be when she arrived at his
place and seeing as she had to get naked as soon as she was inside, it
obviously wouldn't matter to him what she was wearing.  Okay, don't think
about that, focus on the picnic.  So, swimmers it was then.

   Dilemma number two, which pair?  She currently had six, not counting a
couple of old costumes that she really should throw out one day but they'd
been her favourites once and she really hated throwing out her favourites.
Anyway, out of the six, she could discount the one-piece, which left five
bikinis.  Of course the one she really should wear, the one she was certain
he'd really like, was the one she shouldn't wear.

   At the start of summer Janet and Kelly along with their mom had done
their traditional swimming costumes trek through the mall.  Janet and Kelly
soon found two-pieces they both liked and were helping their mom decide on
hers.  They'd pretty much narrowed it down to a nice, modest two-piece for
her when Kelly held up another one for them to look at.  It was a vibrant
blue colour with gold threads running through it and seemed perfect until
Kel turned it around to show that it was a thong with no back at all apart
from a tiny triangle whose sides were no more than an inch long.  They all
had a good giggle but then Kelly suggested their mom should buy it cause
she reckoned their dad would absolutely love it.  Thirty minutes later and
quite a few dollars poorer, a daring plan had been hatched.

   Back home they sent their dad out to the pool to wait for them to change
so they could show him their purchases.  Janet and Kelly came out first in
their new bikinis:

   "Nice, very nice.  Both of you.  And I'm assuming you had to pay a lot
because there's hardly anything to them?  Yes?"

   "Yes dad.  You're paying for the design, not the material.  We've told
you that before."

   "So dad, you really like them?"

   "Yes darling, I really like them.  Where's your mom?  I thought she was
getting one too?"

   That was the cue they'd been waiting for.  They both turned back to the
house as Janet called out to their mom.

   "Mom.  Hurry up.  Dad wants to see yours."

   They both heard his gasp and somehow managed to suppress their giggles.
This time Kelly called out.

   "Where are you mom?"

   "Girls?"

   They turned back to him, making sure they looked as sweet as apple pie
unlike their dad whose face was suddenly very red.

   "Yes dad."

   "You can't ...  I mean there's no ...  what I mean is I can't allow ...
JAYNE!"

   That's when their mom made her appearance.

   "Yes dear.  Sorry I took so long, I was getting the tags off."

   "Jayne, they can't.  Look I'm sorry, but our daughters can't wear those.
Have you seen?  Didn't you see in the shop?"

   By now their mom had walked past them so she was standing between them
and their dad.

   "Yes, of course I did.  I think they look great.  I especially love the
green in Kelly's, don't you."

   "Green?  No I'm not talking about the expensively designed colours.  The
back!  My daughters can't ...  holy dooley!"

   Jayne had turned her back to him ostensibly to look at Janet and Kelly
but now that she was facing away from him she wriggled her butt as she
winked at her daughters.

   "Mom!  Where'd you learn that?"

   "Careful now Kelly.  Your mom's not so old that she still doesn't know a
few tricks."

   She wriggled her butt again before turning back to find her husband
staring open-mouthed at her.  She reached out and took his hand,
encouraging him to stand up.

   "Like it?"

   "Like it?  It's very ...  sexy.  Very sexy darling."

   "Thought you'd approve dear.  Now why don't you girls have a swim for a
while.  Your dad and I might go upstairs for a chat or something."

   "Mom!"

   "For once just shut up Kel!"

   "What?  Oh!  Oh, yeah!  Have fun."

   "Kel!"

   "What, I can't tell them to have fun?"

   And so it was that they all had thong bikinis that the girls only wore
at home when they were by themselves although Janet had worn hers a couple
of times at Marcia's when it was just a girl's gathering.

   No, too risky.

   Opting for modesty, she slipped on the other pair she'd bought that day.
Over the top she chose denim cut-offs and a cropped t-shirt and, seeing as
they were going out today, she decided to put on some make-up - lippy,
blush and a little eye shadow.  After a final check in the mirror she
immediately stripped and put on the thong bikini.  Back in front of the
mirror she twisted around so she could see the rear view as she worked up
the courage to leave it on.  There wouldn't be anyone else at their
swimming spot plus there was always the worry that he knew she had the
thong bikini and would get angry at her if she didn't wear it.  Besides,
she liked wearing it.  Made her feel sexy.  Yep, she'd do it she decided as
she pulled her shorts and top on again before heading downstairs to have
breakfast and to get the picnic things together.

   By now her parents were in their normal rush to leave for work so she
knew she wouldn't have to face any quizzing from her mom.  First she
checked the hall cupboard for the picnic basket but it wasn't there and she
had no idea where else if could be.  She called out to her mom, the finder
of all missing household items.

   "Mom!  You know where the picnic basket is?"

   "In the garage darling.  Back right hand corner behind your dad's old
surfboard.  Why?"

   "Thanks.  Going on a picnic today and thought I'd take it."

   "Oh, that's nice.  Who with?"

   Panic!  Who could she say?  Fortunately they were in separate rooms and
the panic that she was sure was written all over her face couldn't be seen.

   "What?"

   "Who you picnicking with?"

   She still couldn't think of who to say.  Her brain had seized!

   "Oh, um, who?  Um, Richie?"

   "Who?"

   "Richie."

   "Okay.  That's nice.  Say hello from us.  Will you be home tonight or
staying over somewhere again?"

   "Tonight?  Oh, probably staying over I guess if that's okay.  Can I let
you know where later?"

   "That's fine.  Talk later.  Gotta rush.  Bye darling."

   "Bye mom."

   "Bye honey, have a good time."

   "Thanks dad, bye."

   As she heard the front door shut she slid to the floor, her whole body
shaking.  That was so close, too close.  Not that she'd said anything
wrong. She hadn't blurted out that she'd be staying at Richie's house
tonight because he'd forced her to become his sex slave!  Now that would
have really been a disaster whereas this was just a scare.  As it was
everything was okay because she hadn't lied and her parents certainly
didn't have a problem with her going on a picnic with Richie cause they
liked him, trusted him.  They didn't know how horrible he could be, how
much he hated her.  In fact they'd probably think it was good if they
thought about it at all.  It might lead to questions later but she'd be
able to handle that surely.

   Half an hour later she was heading over to Richie's, picnic basket in
hand, hoping she'd remembered everything.  They'd have to pick up some
bread rolls but she was fairly certain she had everything else covered. 
She'd always liked going on picnics so maybe today would be fun?  Then she
was standing outside his front door, any feelings of fun rapidly draining
away.  Even if they were going out on a picnic, she was still his sex slave
and as soon as she was inside she had to take her clothes off and he'd
probably want to fuck her or get her to suck him off before they went
anywhere.

   She fought back the sudden feeling of despair, trying to shore up her
resolve.  It was important that she was smiling, important that she
appeared to be happy when he saw her.  She was not going to upset him, was
not to give him any reason to hurt her.  She was resolved to do everything
he asked and more.  If he wanted her to suck him then she'd do it better
than the girls on those videos, if he fucked her, even in her bum, she'd
moan and groan till he told her to shut up!  Anything to make sure he was
happy.  That's what she'd done yesterday and it'd worked because apart from
the slaps on the bum he hadn't done anything to hurt her.  Unconsciously
her hand went to her bum.  Truth was that last night when he'd spanked her
it had sort of felt good, like it was a turn on or something.

   No!  She had to stop herself thinking like that, had to stop getting
turned on by the things they did, especially things like being spanked. 
The other thing she had to do was go inside, strip naked, kneel and then
wait for him before he came looking for her because if she was late, he'd
be pissed off and that would mean real punishment.

   Opening the door, she carefully stepped inside, grateful to see he
wasn't standing waiting for her.  Putting the picnic basket to one side she
started stripping, not giving any time for doubt to creep in again. 
Runners, socks, t-shirt, shorts, bikini top, bikini bottom.  Naked. 
Vulnerable.  Scared.  Standing there, naked in the Mark's foyer, hugging
her boobs she briefly considered fleeing but knew she wouldn't.

   She thought she heard a noise from upstairs and that was enough to
prompt her into action.  Pushing her clothes aside with her foot she
dropped to her knees then sat back on her heels.  She hesitated not wanting
to spread herself but knowing she didn't have a choice.  Placing her hands
behind her back she slowly moved her knees as far apart as she could,
exposing her pussy.  That done she dropped her eyes subserviently to the
floor, hoping he wouldn't take too long to find her.  This position was so
demoralising, such a total reminder of what she now was, what her life had
become that she wasn't sure if she'd be able to maintain it until he came
in.

   As it was she did maintain her pose even though she had to wait an
agonising ten minutes before he appeared.  Her agony was mental though not
physical.  She didn't want to think about the sex things he'd probably make
her do today but she couldn't stop herself.  Undoubtedly his cock would be
in her mouth and her pussy, probably in her bum, maybe even between her
boobs.  As she was thinking of these possibilities she started to get
turned on which was so wrong.  She tried to stop thinking about them having
sex but it was like elephant; once she'd started she couldn't stop.  By the
time he showed up her pussy was damp, her nipples hard and her face was
very flushed.

   Richard had spent the last ten minutes trying to decide which t-shirt
Janet would most like and he'd finally narrowed it down to two.  One was
mainly red with a puma's emblem on the chest, the number eleven on the back
and he really liked it.  Only trouble was it was sleeveless and he was
worried that she'd think he was so into his body that he thought he was a
weightlifter or something.  The other one was sort of a retro hippie thing
with strange patterns on it.  It had an artier look that he thought she'd
like but he wasn't really sure because he didn't know all that much about
art.  He'd already changed a dozen times and there was still the question
of which shorts to wear!

   Shit he though he could hear noises downstairs.  He looked over at his
clock.  Ten past nine, she must be here!  It would have to be what he had
on which was the hippie one with blue shorts.  He leapt down the stairs
taking them six at a time, somehow avoided breaking the banister at the
bottom before he skidded into the foyer.  When he saw her he stumbled to a
stop, tripping over his feet, almost crashing to the floor.

   For some reason as he'd bounded downstairs he'd been expecting to see
old Janet, the person he'd hung out with for so many years, but she wasn't
that person anymore.  Sure, she also wasn't the bitch that she'd turned
into when they went to high school but she wasn't his friend from all those
years ago either.  She was his slave, his personal sex slave and like a
good little sex slave she'd taken off her clothes and she was kneeling
naked, legs spread, pussy peeping out, boobs thrust out, waiting for him.
Fucking awesome!  And totally the way it should be!

   It had been less than a day since he'd seen her, seen her fantastic
body, her awesome boobs.  Less than a day since he'd been holding those
boobs, squeezing them, kissing them but it was as though he'd never seen
them before.  They were so perfect.  She was so perfect!  And she was his,
his to do whatever he wanted to!

   Janet looked up, startled, half expecting him to crash into her.  Once
he'd stopped he didn't do anything, just stared at her.  No, that wasn't
right, he wasn't staring at her, he was staring at her boobs.  She felt the
heat in her cheeks as she blushed and still he stared.  She didn't know if
she was meant to say something or maybe she was meant to start sucking him
off.  Finally she broke the silence.

   "Morning master."

   "Oh ...  yeah.  Hi.  You're ...  I mean, wow ...  almost tripped there."

   Master!  Fuck that sounded so good when she called him master!  When
he'd first made her say master, it had sounded forced, like she didn't mean
it, which of course he knew she didn't, but now, now it sounded so real. 
He shivered as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to help her up. 
She deserved a big hug for that and then they'd have breakfast and followed
by sex, lots of sex to start the day off!  Way to go!

   Although she'd bowed her head again, she could see his hand coming out
to her.  It's starting she thought and she knew what she had to do.

   "Would you like me to suck you off master?  Do you want, um, me to suck
your ...  your cock master?"

   She'd wanted to say 'beautiful' cock - no, not true.  She didn't want to
say 'beautiful' cock but she knew that was the type of thing he wanted her
to say.  It was just that it made her feel even more embarrassed than
normal to say things like that.  Stupid!  She couldn't afford to worry
about things like that.  She had to make it not just good but great for
him. She could see the bulge his cock was making against the top of his
leg. That's what she had to focus on now.

   "What?  Oh, yeah.  Yes slave.  First thing every morning, you suck me
off, of course."

   He stepped closer and that was all the prompting she needed.  Bringing
her hands around she reached up to his waist where she unsnapped the button
in his board shorts before peeling apart the fly, the ripping sound of the
Velcro reverberating around the room.  Moving her hands to each side she
started tugging the short over his hips, revealing his pubic hair and then
the base of his cock.  For a couple of seconds she stared at the wide base
and then with one more tug the shorts feel away, gathering around his
ankles letting his cock bounce free.  He wasn't wearing underwear, so there
it was, only inches from her face, waiting for her to suck it until once
again he filled her mouth with his come.  It was in that half state, not
hanging down small and innocent or pointing up hard and strong but half way
between, already thick and getting hard but curved with the head still
pointing down.  As she watched it continued to grow till within a few
seconds it was completely hard, pointing straight up at the ceiling.  She
could feel saliva building in her mouth as she stared at it, preparing to
once again suck his cock.  Licking her lips, she reached up and lent
forward, planting a sloppy kiss on the smooth head.

   From the moment her tongue came out to lick her lips, time slowed.  He
watched the tip of her tongue trace her bottom and top lips in slow motion.
Then she was leaning towards his cock, her lips puckered, glistening.  Her
lips briefly touched the head of his cock and he couldn't hold back a small
groan!  Heaven once again!

   Hearing his groan she smiled to herself.  Good, he liked it.  She was
doing the right thing.  Dropping her head down and tilting it to the side
she kissed the base of his shaft just above his ball sack, remembering to
give her own little moan as she licked him.  As she repeated this, each
time moving about a half inch up his shaft, she started to register his
scent.  Freshly showered mixed with that really nice male scent she'd
started to recognise over the last few days.  She wasn't sure why, but
smelling his scent seemed to make doing this easier to deal with.

   When she reached the head of his cock she looked up at him, pausing for
a moment before taking it into her mouth and sucking as hard as she could.

   "Oh yeah!  Good.  Thank you!  Oh wow!"

   As demeaning as it was, kneeling here and sucking his cock, she did like
the adoring look in his eyes.  She was giving him pleasure, her mouth, her
lips were controlling his pleasure and that had to be good because if she
was giving him pleasure then he wasn't likely to hurt her later, was he? 
For about thirty seconds she sucked his swollen cockhead as hard as she
could before easing off.  She'd decided to experiment like that woman in
the videos said to do, try some different things and see how he responded.
Keeping his cockhead in her mouth and not breaking eye contact she started
swirling her tongue round and round.  Although he moaned again, she could
see confusion building in his eyes now that she'd stopped actually sucking
him.  She let another inch of his cock into her mouth and before he could
order her to start sucking him again, she started flicking the tip of her
tongue as rapidly as she could back and forth across the little ridge of
skin under his cockhead.

   "Oh fuck!  Yes!  Fucking shit that's so fucking good!"

   He liked that too!  Good.  Closing her eyes she concentrated on licking
his cock, keeping her tongue moving over the head and the underside as long
as she could.  She cradled his balls with one hand while she gripped the
middle of his shaft with the thumb and forefinger of her other hand.  She
started working the skin back and forward over the rock hard inner surface.
She still didn't understand how this was possible, how she could pull the
skin on his cock so far without it hurting him.  And it obviously didn't
hurt!

   Touching and playing with his cock, and having it in her mouth shouldn't
feel good but it did.  She like the shape, the feel, even the smell of it
and by now she was past caring about what that must make her, by now she
accepted that she was a slut.

   Through a growing fog of pleasure Richard managed to remember that last
night he'd thought of a new position to try when she sucked him off and
they couldn't really do it here.  He stroked her beautiful hair, loath to
interfere with the wonderful time his cock was having but he really did
want to try the new position.  Reluctantly he gripped her head, easing her
off his cock, taking a couple of deep breaths so he could focus.

   As he continued to hold her head she looked up at him worried that she
might have done something wrong.  Wrapping her hand around his shaft she
held it tighter as she continued jacking him off hoping he'd at least like
that.  She probably should have just sucked him like she'd done other times
instead of trying to experiment.  Damm, she hoped he wasn't too angry with
her.

   "Sorry master.  I'll suck you properly, okay?"

   "What?  No, no.  That was great.  It's just that there's something else,
something else I want to try if that's okay?"

   "What?"

   "Can we try something else?"

   "Oh, um, yes master."

   Phew, it was okay.  Not only okay, he was also smiling at her, sort of
like the smile you got from a kid who'd been given a great present.  This
was too weird.  He was asking her if they could do something, not just
telling her what to do.

   "Cool.  Okay but we'll have to go upstairs probably.  Um, in my room. 
Here."

   Taking her hand he helped her up intending to lead her upstairs but
somehow as she stood it seemed natural for their lips to meet.  As their
tongues touched, his arms wrapped around her and hers went around his neck.
He dropped his hands lower so he could hold her beautiful butt pulling her
to him.  He could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, which made
him realise that his t-shirt was stopping him properly feeling her boobs
against his chest.  Breaking the kiss he ripped off his t-shirt before
locking lips with her again.

   Much better.  Except that maybe they'd be more comfortable on the ground
cause if they lay down it wouldn't take much to be inside her, to have his
cock in her pussy again which would be even better than much better.  He
couldn't believe how much he wanted her, wanted to be inside her.  It was
like an ache.  He started kissing along her neck up to her ears.

   "Mmm.  What is it you want to try?"

   Wrong!  Maybe he wanted to do something horrible, something she'd hate.
She should have shut up.  Although the way he was nibbling on her earlobe
and the way his hands were playing with her bum was anything but horrible.
With one hand she started playing with his hair while she dropped the other
down to his bum.

   "What?"

   "Mmm, oh, nothing.  Ohh!"

   Her grip on his bum and his hair tightened as he licked along the
outside of her ear.  So exciting!

   "Want to try?  Hmmm.  Yeah, upstairs."

   "Eek!"

   He'd swept her up in his arms.

   "Let's go!"

   He bent down to give her another quick kiss before heading upstairs.

   She hung on tight, her head tucked in under his chin, her fears all but
gone as he carried her up the stairs.  His energy was different today.  It
was fun, unthreatening, and she felt certain nothing bad was going to
happen.  He probably wanted to try a different position like he did the
other day when they'd done it in that doggie position.  She'd known they'd
be making love today so a new position might be fun.

   Reaching his room he let her down but her arms stayed around his neck
and it was only natural that their lips met again.  She left one hand at
his neck but brought the other down, questing for where his hard cock was
caught between their bodies.  Pulling her hips back to give herself room
she started slowly jerking him off again.

   It was only as they kissed that he realised what he'd done and how
dangerous it was.  Dumb!  He'd asked her if they could do something?  She
was his slave, he told her what to do, he didn't ask her permission.  He'd
have to be really careful in case she started to get the wrong idea about
their relationship.  Certainly wouldn't hurt to remind her what she was to
him except that the way she was jerking his cock was very nice and it
probably wouldn't hurt to let her know that as well.

   "Mmmm.  That's nice slave, very nice."

   Perfect!  He told her he liked what she was doing at the same time as he
reminded her that she was his slave!

   "Do you want me to keep sucking you off or do you want to do something
else master?"

   "Um, no.  Sucking.  Yeah."

   She started to drop to her knees telling herself it was stupid to feel
disappointed that they weren't going to make love.  Before she could kneel
however he'd grabbed her elbows holding her up.

   "No, not like that.  On the bed.  You'll need to be on the bed."

   As she tentatively smiled up at him he thought for a moment that his
heart would break she looked so beautiful, so desirable.  And she was his,
all his to love and hold.

   "Okay."

   She climbed up on the bed, still smiling as she squatted, hands on her
thighs, waiting for him to join her.  He'd intended telling her the
position to get into but seeing her kneeling in the middle of his bed,
looking so incredibly cute he forgot all about that.  Instead he joined her
on the bed, kissing her again, holding her so that her boobs were pressed
against his chest, her hard nipples drilling holes into him.

   All he had to do was topple them to one side, roll on top of her and
within a minute they'd be making love.  Except they'd done that more than
once and now he wanted to try new things, to explore and find out how much
he liked other ways of having sex.  He brought his right hand around
between then and cupped her pussy, working his middle finger between her
pussy lips before slipping it into her causing her to moan into his mouth.
He loved making her moan!  He loved the feel of her wet pussy grasping his
finger!  He slid his finger in and out a few times before reluctantly
withdrawing it.

   "Tempting, very tempting but maybe later.  Um, can you lie down.  Nope,
other way.  Yeah.  Further down.  Here, put this under you.  Yep, good. 
Further, further.  Yeah, that's perfect."

   Once he was satisfied with her position Richard got off the bed and
stood at the foot.  Wow, it looked amazing.  He had her positioned on her
back, legs together and arms by her side.  But the amazing part was her
head, which was hanging over the end of the bed, perfectly positioned for
him to deep throat her.

   "Okay.  This way I should be able to get my cock in your mouth and you
know, into your throat.  So you can take me all the way into your mouth but
I'll be doing the work.  I'll be controlling it, you know, like, um, it's
like I'll be fucking your throat sort of."

   As soon as he'd made her put her head over the edge of the bed she'd
guessed what it was about.  When she'd been searching on the net, looking
up how to deep throat, she'd read about this sort of thing on one of the
sites she'd come across.  It said you should only do this with someone you
really trusted, that it could hurt the woman otherwise.  But if she said
no, refused to do this then he'd be hurting the woman for sure anyway! 
Maybe he wouldn't get mad if she asked him to be careful.  She lifted her
head, straining to look at him from this upside down position.

   "Master?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Um, you have to be careful."

   "What?"

   "I mean please be careful?  The other night, when I was online, you
know, when I was learning how to, um, deep throat you ...  your cock, it
said that, um, that it was hard if a guy wanted to, you know, wanted to do
what you want to do ...  fuck me ...  my throat.  They just said you have
to be careful otherwise you could hurt the girl's throat I guess."

   "Hey, that's ok.  I'll be really careful.  I mean I don't ...  I won't
hurt your throat.  Promise."

   "Thank you master."

   "That's cool.  Anyway, this should be work and you've sucked me all the
way before.  With you like this apparently your throat should be open or in
a straight line or something like that.  So my cock should be able to go
into your throat without any problem."

   "Yes master."

   She dropped her head back down, staring at his knees, doing her best to
control the fear as she waited.

   With her head tipped over the side of the bed and a pillow under her
upper back, her boobs were pulled tight, flattened down so they appeared to
be only half their normal size if even that.  Her boobs might be flattened
in this position but her nipples sure weren't.  They were swollen and if
anything this position made them looked bigger.  Reaching out he took them
between thumb and finger, gently twisting them.

   "Ohh!"

   Her body had actually jerked when he gripped them and he realised that
she was tense, probably because she was unsure about how it would go when
he got his cock into her throat.  Then he realised that he was also unsure,
a little nervous about this but that was dumb.  She was his slave and he
could do anything he wanted with her so there was no reason to be nervous.
Releasing her nipples, he took his cock in one hand and aimed it down
towards her mouth.  As he gripped his cock a drop of pre-cum appeared at
the top.

   When he'd touched her nipples she'd thought she was going to jump
through the roof she was so keyed up.  Now his knees were moving, he seemed
to be crouching a bit and she could clearly see his cock because he was
holding it down, pointing it straight at her face.  She opened her mouth,
ready to start sucking, ready to lick off the drop of that clear slippery
stuff sitting on the hole at the top.  But he seemed to be off target,
aiming too low.  She tried to get her head down further but then she
realised he wasn't aiming for her mouth.  She shuddered as his cockhead
touched her forehead and he wiped the sticky stuff across her forehead and
then down her nose.  It was almost like he was anointing her, marking her
as his property.

   Having smeared a trail of pre-cum over her forehead and nose, he
proceeded to move his cockhead all over her face getting closer and closer
to her open mouth.  He was about to enter when he thought of something else
he could try before actually fucking her throat.  Straightening up, he
shuffled forward, capturing her head between his legs.  Perfect.  He could
feel his balls against her forehead, then over her nose and finally poised
against her mouth.

   "Lick them.  Oh yeah!"

   He hadn't needed to tell her what to do as she'd realised as soon as she
saw them approaching what he wanted.  Opening her mouth wide, she captured
his right ball, closing her lips around it as she carefully sucked on the
strange ovoid, licking it all over.  Once she was sure she'd covered it in
her spit she let it out so she could do the same with the other one.  In
this position she was looking right up at his puckered arsehole, only a
couple of inches above her.  Once she finished with his balls she supposed
she should do him there as well.

   As she sucked his balls his hands were busy with her boobs, lightly
circling them with his fingers, occasionally slipping over her swollen
nipples.  Her arms were by her side but as he watched they tentatively
moved over the bed and then curved around his legs till her hand gripped
the top of his thighs.  She pulled on his thighs and he wasn't sure what
she was doing until he felt something tickling his anus.  Fuck!  She was
licking him there again!  He groaned, his fingers gripping her stretched
out boobs.

   "Oh yeah!  Fuck, lick me!"

   For the next few minutes she mindlessly moved back and forth between his
balls and his anus, licking and sucking him as he continued to tease her
boobs and nipples.  Then he was pulling back, his saliva slick balls
reversing over her forehead.

   Holding his cock with one hand he angled it down again as his other hand
held the side of her face.  This time as he moved forward his cock entered
her waiting mouth.  He didn't try to push into her throat though.  Instead
he angled to the side so his cockhead was pushing into her cheek.  He loved
the way it looked, her cheek bulging out and knowing it was his cock
causing that!  He moved from side to side, playing with her mouth as her
tongue licked at his cock, starting to cover it with saliva.

   Soon however he tired of this game because what he really wanted to see
was not her cheek, but her throat bulging with his cock.  Straightened up,
he started slowly rocking back and forth, working his cock in her mouth. 
Soon with each thrust he was burying more than half his shaft in her mouth.
Her lips were sealed tight and she was now sucking hard, her cheeks, which
had been bulging with his cockhead a few seconds ago, were now dimpled from
the power of her suction.

   He kept this up for a couple of minutes, letting her massage his cock
with her lips and tongue, while still being careful not to go to far.  It
was a growing hunger though and soon he had to go further, so he started
letting her lips reach a fraction further along his shaft with each forward
plunge till on one thrust he hit something.  Her throat.  Now he had to do
it.

   Trouble was he wasn't completely sure how.  Of course if he wanted to he
could just let it rip, fuck straight into her throat but there was no way
he'd do that, not now.  But there was also no way he was going to ask her
what to do.  Shit, he should have looked it up the way she had but it was
too late for that now.  He'd read about it enough in stories but although
they described fucking the girl's throat, they really didn't say how you
did it.  And the films weren't much use.  Most seemed to be about how to
make the girl gag or even throw-up.  He didn't mind watching that on a vid
but it wasn't something he thought he wanted to experience himself.  Gross!


   Slow.  In some of the video's where the girl took it all the way, they
seemed to do it slowly, as though they were working the guy's cock into
their throat.  That would probably be best.  He pulled back a fraction of
an inch then carefully lent in.

   "Oh fuck!!"

   He was in!  She'd stopped sucking but she was doing something in her
mouth and whatever it was, it had worked.  His cockhead had touched her
throat, almost stopped then continued and he could feel her throat gripping
the first inch of his cock.  He couldn't see anything happen with her
throat yet but was definitely in there and it was awesome.  He slowly
backed up till his cockhead popped out of her throat.

   "Oh fuck!  Amazing!"

   This time he'd go further cause there was at least another two inches of
his cock to go before he'd have all of it in her mouth.  Using the same
technique, he leant forward, felt the barrier and before he knew it he was
inside.  He kept going, watching more of his shaft disappear into her mouth
as her throat gripped his cock.  When he saw movement in her throat he
froze.  Shit.  That looked so weird, her throat pushing out like that. 
There was still maybe an inch of his cock to go but he slowly pulled back,
watching the bulge in her throat disappear.

   Now he was going to go all the way, going to bury his cock all the way
in her beautiful mouth.  First the barrier, then he was inside, watching
her throat bulge as more and more of his shaft disappeared.  Shit!  Fucking
unbelievable, he'd done it!  Her lips were pressed into his groin and he
was pretty sure his balls were resting on her nose.  He only held it for a
couple of seconds before pulling out again.  He needed a moment to collect
himself before he really started to fuck her throat.  Fuck her throat. 
That's what he was doing!  He was fucking Janet's throat!!

   By now he had both hands on her head, his thumbs along her jaw line and
his fingers reaching down her neck.  He watched as her chest heaved,
apparently taking in big breaths.  Good.  That would probably mean he could
stay inside her throat longer if she'd taken a big breath.

   He waited for her chest to rise again and then lent forward sinking once
more into her throat.  The feeling was exquisite, especially on his
cockhead.  Taking a breath he retreated about an inch then pushed forward
again.  Back, forward.  Back, forward.  Back, forward.  Then he pulled all
the way back till only his cockhead was in her mouth.  Wow!  That had been
intense!

   During all this her hands were holding his thighs.  Each time he entered
her throat he was conscious of them gripping him tighter but she didn't try
to stop him, didn't try to pull him out.  She seemed to like sucking him
off, or at least she said she did, so maybe she was enjoying this also.

   Enjoyment wasn't the right word but thankfully it wasn't horrible, as
she'd feared it would be.  The first couple of times she'd been scared that
he'd ram his cock in and she wouldn't have time to adjust but he didn't, he
was taking it slowly which gave her the time she needed.  When he went all
the way on his third stroke and her lips were pressed into his pubic hair,
her nose smothered by his balls it felt surreal.  An image of what she had
become flashed through her mind and she shivered with the impact.  She was
a thing for him to fuck anyway he wanted - her pussy, her arse, her throat,
even her tits.  She really was his toy.

   No, not just toy.  She remembered something he'd made her say a few days
ago.  Fuck toy!  She was his fuck toy.  At the time she didn't fully
understand what that meant but now she did.  Her purpose in life was to
serve him, to let him to use her body in any way he wanted to so he could
come, so he could fill her or even cover her with his come.  As he started
fucking his cock in her throat, she shuddered again, wanting to hate it,
wanting to hate being his fuck toy but she couldn't.  She might be able to
hate him but not what he was doing.  Not when she knew she was getting wet
from this, knew her nipples were hard and starting to ache.

   All Richard was thinking was how good his cock felt as he set up a
rhythm, fucking her beautiful face.  Into her throat, work it for about ten
seconds then out again to let her get her breath.  Unconsciously the ten
seconds started to grow and soon he was in her throat for at least half a
minute at a time.  He moved his hands down further so he could really feel
the movement of his cock.  Fucking A!  The pressure, especially on his
cockhead was so amazing that all too soon he could feel himself getting
close to coming.  No, not yet, he wanted this one to last much longer.  He
withdrew from her throat then slowly pulled his cock all the way out of her
sucking mouth.

   By the time he took his cock out of her mouth Janet was way beyond any
coherent thought and when he started wiping his saliva coated cock shaft
all over her face all she could do was moan, wanting more not less. 
Opening her eyes she peered up to see his sweaty arse and balls.  Without
really thinking about it she tightened her grip on his thighs, pulling him
forward as she craned her head up till she could lick his arse crack.  She
repositioned her hands, grasping his arse cheeks, pulling them apart so she
could get in closer, licking the edges of his bum, working her way in till
the tip of her tongue found his arsehole.  She pushed up even harder,
trying to drill her tongue into him as she heard him moan and then she
moaned as she felt his hand on her pussy.

   When he felt her bury her face in his arse, he'd wanted to do something
in return so he'd reached down to her pussy, cupping it, feeling the heat
and wetness, running his fingers through her slippery folds.  As her mouth
moved forward, capturing one of his balls, she spread her legs wide, her
feet coming up to her bum, tilting her pussy up and he slipped two fingers
between her lips and into her cunt.  He pumped his fingers in her cunt and
her sucking went up a notch to the point where he thought she was going to
hurt his ball but then she eased off.  Pulling his fingers out, he brought
them up to his face, sniffing the wonderful aroma before putting them in
his mouth so he could suck off her pussy juice.

   He stood over her, hands on his hips, letting his wonderful slave girl
go back and forth, sucking on his balls and licking her arse.  Then one of
her hands came around, searching for his cock.  He watched as her small
hand wrapped around his cock and she started jerking him off.  This was
amazing, far beyond his wildest dreams.  He'd thought she'd probably lie
there like a log while he fucked her mouth but she seemed to be totally
getting into it.

   Watching her hand glide back and forth on his prick was great but now he
wanted to be in her mouth again.  He carefully pulled back but he didn't
need to reposition his cock this time.  She was doing it for him, angling
it down till he could move forward straight into her waiting mouth.  She
immediately started sucking, her hand going back to hold his thighs as his
hands once more held her face, his fingers waiting to feel his cock opening
up her throat again.

   He let her suck him for a while, her tongue coating his shaft with
saliva again before he lent forward.

   "Oh fuck yeah!  In your throat!"

   He didn't waste time on the preliminaries but carefully sunk his cock
all the way in till he had her lips mashed into his groin.  He stayed like
that for close to a minute, enjoying her sucking mouth and the tightness of
her throat before pulling back so she could get a breath.  Sucking!  Every
other time he'd been in her throat she'd stopped sucking but this time,
she'd somehow kept it up.

   Janet wasn't all that surprised when he pushed his cock all the way in
but she was surprised when she realised she'd kept sucking.  She hadn't
known she could do that with him in her throat.  The way he was moaning, he
obviously liked it so she kept it up as he fucked his cock in her throat.

   Richard soon re-established a rhythm, fucking all the way in, then
moving back and forth with his cock still in her throat for up to a minute
till he pulled back out so she could get her breath.  He felt like he could
do this forever.  The incredible feel of her throat gripping and massaging
his cock head would push him closer to coming, then he'd pull out of her
throat and the pressure to come would lessen.

   As they settled into a rhythm, Janet slipped into a trance like state,
her mind drifting, thoughts tumbling and spinning.  She was trying to
understand, trying to work out what she was, what she was becoming. 
Sadist. No, that was wrong.  Sadist was the one who hurt someone.  Richard
maybe?  Maybe he was a sadist.  M word.  That was the other one.  Maoist?
That was it she thought.  Maybe that's what she was maybe she was a maoist.
Except she didn't like being hurt, not really hurt and she was sure that
they liked to be hurt.  But she'd never have thought she could enjoy lying
down like this while someone fucked her throat.

   No, she wasn't enjoying it, not really.  She couldn't be.

   Submissive ...  maybe that was it.  There was a movie that she'd seen
where a girl was forced to do things by a guy and the girl had liked it,
liked being tricked into things.  Marcia had made fun of it, calling the
girl submissive but Janet remembered that she'd thought it might be okay to
not have to be in charge all the time, to sometimes let the guy be in
charge.

   Her musings were interrupted as she sensed him speeding up.

   It was when he thought about how he would soon be pumping his come
directly into her stomach that he went over the edge.  As he felt his balls
tighten and the first pulse moving down his cock he held her head tightly
to his groin.  His legs started trembling and with each spurt he cried out
as he pulled on her head.  Six.  Seven.  Finally with the last spurt he
relaxed his grip and reluctantly let his cock slip from her throat.

   She'd had a moment of fear when he gripped her head but then all her
attention was on the pulses coming down his cock.  She felt it on her top
lip as each spurt came down his shaft and then it was gone, splashing into
her stomach before she'd even had a chance to taste it.  She silently
counted the pulses, her mouth still sucking on him till there was no more
and he slowly pulled out of her throat.  He left his cock in her mouth
though and she was rewarded with a couple of last drops of his come as she
continued to suck and lick him.

   Rewarded?  What the hell was she thinking?  Okay, so she liked the taste
but why was she thinking of it as a reward?  And she wasn't a submissive.
She was his slave, forced to do all this and that was all there was to it!
Everything she did was only so he wouldn't hurt her.

   He loved that she was still sucking him but sometimes, especially after
a really big come, his cock became sensitive and this was one of those
times.  He eased out of her mouth and collapsed onto the bed alongside her,
staring at her beautiful calf then her knee then her thigh.  He was
momentarily confused and then realised that she was moving along the bed,
probably getting her head back on the bed.

   Once he'd fallen onto the bed she felt it was probably okay for her to
get her head back up on the bed.  As she carefully wriggled along the bed
she had to stifle a sudden giggle.  Maoist!  Chinese!!!  The word was
masochist, duh.  That's what she wasn't, not a Maoist, which of course she
also wasn't.  Or a submissive!

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