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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 15
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 10:10:04 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000


   Chapter 15 - Scary Movie

   Richard was toweling himself off and had assumed she'd be doing the same
until he turned around.  He couldn't help smiling.  She looked like a
drowned cat, quietly standing alongside the spa, eyes downcast, hair wet
and water still dripping off.  Picking up a dry towel he gently draped it
over her shoulders.

   "Here, dry yourself off.  Come on."

   She slowly started drying herself, enjoying the protective feel of
having the towel around her.

   "If we're going into town then I guess we'd better put some clothes on?
Unless you'd like to go like this?"

   Her head jerked up and she stared wide-eyed at him, not sure if he was
serious.

   "Nope, didn't think so.  Well, your clothes should still be where you
took them off.  Ahh, do you want to have a shower first?"

   "Yes please ...  master."

   "Okay, why not use the downstairs one."

   "Okay master.  Umm, master?"

   "Yeah?"

   "My clothes.  If we're going into town could ...  umm, could your slave
wear something different."

   The words just came out of her mouth!  She couldn't believe she was
actually worried about what she was going to be wearing.  What she should
be worrying about was friends seeing her and asking why she was out with
him.  What she should be worried about was what Marcia would say when she
found out.  Then again what did it matter what Marcia or anyone else
thought now.  It was probably too late to be worrying about anything like
that.  She was his slave for god's sake.  What did it matter what she wore
to town or what people thought about her.

   "Sure.  After you shower we can go over to your place and you can
change."

   Half an hour later Richard was standing in the holy or holies!  Well
maybe that was a tiny exaggeration.  Of course he'd been in Janet's bedroom
countless times in the past but that was when they were kids, when being in
a girl's bedroom didn't mean anything special.  She wasn't even really a
girl to him then, just his friend.  However over the last couple of years,
since he'd started thinking of her as a girl, he'd fantasized about being
in here countless times.  In none of those fantasies were they playing
kid's games either.  They were pure teen male sex fantasies.

   He moved around her room, breathing deeply, taking it all in before he
sat on her bed to wait for the fashion show.  The room smelt so good, so
like her, and there were Janet things scattered everywhere.  Stuffed toys,
posters, makeup, clothes, photos.  At least one of the photos was familiar
because he had a copy in his room.  He was surprised she still had it as
he'd thought she'd have thrown it away.  It was a pic of the three of them,
Kelly, Janet and Richard, all making daggy faces as they stood alongside
her computer and he was holding the game he'd given her.  Her twelfth
birthday.

   There was a bunch of dirty clothes in the corner including panties and
bras and even that was perversely exciting.  Considering he'd been holding
her naked body a short time ago it seemed stupid to be excited by the sight
of her dirty bras and panties but what the hell.

   Janet hadn't thought ahead to Richard being with her when she changed
but of course he was.  She wasn't in a position where she could complain or
ask him to leave but now they were here, she couldn't do it.  For some
reason this was way too embarrassing and she knew she wouldn't be able to
take her clothes off, not here in her own room with him watching.  This was
her private sanctum and now even this was being invaded.

   "Umm.  You know maybe I ...  umm your slave doesn't need to change. 
This'll do.  Come on."

   "No it's okay.  We're here now.  So, what'd you want to wear."

   "Really it doesn't matter."

   He didn't know why she suddenly didn't want to change but now that they
were here, he wanted to watch her strip for him in her own room.  Minor
turn on!  Of course a couple of days ago it would have been a major turn
on.

   "Hey, if we're going out then I want you to look good.  So show me what
you're going to wear.  Slave."

   "Yes master."

   Opening her closet she grabbed the first thing without really looking
and held it out to him.

   "Probably this master."

   "Oh.  I mean that looks like it'd be okay but isn't there anything, you
know, sexier.  I mean, well you know, I've seen you looking really hot
sometimes.  Ahh, that's not what I mean.  You look hot all the time but
sometimes I've seen you wearing clothes that are really hot too."

   She busied herself in the closet, looking for something better as she
digested what he'd just said.  It was the bit about looking hot all the
time that was confusing.  The way he said it was like a compliment but he
didn't like her so why would he compliment her.  Today was giving her a lot
to think about that was for sure.  When she turned back she had one of her
fav skirts and tops, ones she really would have chosen if she was going
downtown to see a movie with a guy.

   "This master?"

   "Yeah I think that looks better.  Let's see."

   The urge to turn away while she changed was really hard to fight but she
somehow managed to, knowing it wouldn't be received at all well.  At least
she still had her panties and sports bra on although that didn't stop her
blushing as she quickly pulled off her top and unwrapped her skirt.  She
was about to step into the new skirt when he stopped her.

   "Whoa.  Hang on.  Now I don't claim to know much about this stuff but
isn't that top wrong.  I mean that bra thing.  Wouldn't you normally wear a
real bra with a top like that?"

   "Sometimes.  Doesn't really matter master."

   "Nope, matters to me.  If we're going out I want to know that my slave
is looking good underneath as well as on top.  Where are your bras?"

   "What master?"

   "Your bras, where are they?  I'll get one for you."

   "Umm, in that drawer master."

   Richard moved over to the chest of drawers, his heart thumping a little
faster as he opened the top drawer.  He was going to go through her
underwear.  Something every guy he knew would kill to do and he was the
one! Inside was mostly a messy jumble of underwear and socks but to one
side there were two little bundles.  They were obviously kept separate from
the rest and he was immediately drawn to them.  One white and one black. 
Carefully picking up the black bundle, his eyes widen as he unraveled it.
There were two items.  A black, barely there, lacy, see through, sexy as
all hell bra.  And a pair of tiny black lacy panties that didn't seem to
have a back and barely had a front.  Thong panties!

   "What about these?  I reckon they'd look okay on you.  Better than what
you've got now.  Sexy.  Try them on slave."

   "Yes master."

   He sat back on the bed as she took off her bra and then the panties.  It
was nice watching her strip, especially watching her boobs appear.  God he
loved looking at her nipples either soft like they were now or hard like
he'd seen them so often the last few days.  And her pussy, the lips just
visible through her pubic hair that he'd already decided had a short life
span.  He was going to have to get her to shave it off soon so he could see
if he liked her better with a naked pussy.  He was pretty sure that naked
was going to look sexier.  Yeah, maybe when they got back he'd get her to
shave or even do it himself.

   Then her boobs and cunt had disappeared again, but only just.  Sexy to
the highest degree.  It was one thing to see lingerie in ads or movies or
even sitting on racks in shops.  But seeing black lingerie on a real live
almost naked girl, that was beyond amazing.  As she stood up he gave a wolf
whistle.

   Maybe one day he'd just get her to put her clothes on, take them off,
put them on, take them off, on, off, all day.  Just for fun!

   "Hot, hot, hot.  That is so sexy.  Wish I could take you out just
wearing that!  Hey joking!  Come on put the rest on and lets go my
beautiful slave."

   As they headed downtown in his car he realised there was a problem.  If
they were going to be talking to each other, having normal conversations
while they were out, which they definitely were, then she couldn't call him
master and she couldn't call herself slave.

   "When we're out, the rules will change a bit."

   "Pardon master?"

   "If we're alone, then you call me master and you talk about yourself as
slave.  You know, you never say I.  But if we're out like this, with other
people going to be around then you talk normally.  Okay?"

   "Yes master.  Do you mean now master?"

   "Yeah I guess so."

   "Okay."

   "Good."

   They drove in silence for a while longer.

   "I forgot to ask you.  Did you arrange to stay over tonight like I
said?"

   "Yes."

   "So where'd you say you were staying?"

   "Said I wasn't sure who's place I'd end up at but that I'd make sure I
had my cell.  I have to give mum a call before she goes to bed.  That's
all."

   "Cool.  She won't mind if you stay at friends places most nights during
the holidays will she?"

   It was so tempting to lie, to say that her mum wanted her home most of
the time.  She could say that her parents wanted to spend quality time with
her, or that they didn't trust her to be staying at other girl's places, or
anything she wanted to really.  But the truth was that she'd talked to her
parents about this and they'd said they were happy for her to spend most
nights at friends.  She knew her parents felt guilty about not being able
to take time off to go away with her for the holidays so they wanted her to
have as good a time as possible.  With Kelly off at stupid camp being home
every night wasn't much fun so sleeping over was the way to go they'd
agreed.

   The problem was that she couldn't remember what, if anything, she'd
written in her diary about this.  So lying to him could be really
dangerous.

   "Well?  She won't will she?"

   "No mas ...  no."

   "Excellent.  Say did you see the movie before this one?"

   The film they were going to see was number three in a series and soon
they were having a normal conversation about the merits of the first two
movies.  By the time he'd parked the car and they got out they looked like
two normal teens out together, enjoying themselves.

   The movie didn't start for over an hour so they walked around for a
while window shopping.  Richard held out his arm for her and she put hers
through his as they wandered.  Although Richard had to initiate
conversations she made sure she participated in them.  Not that this was
hard to do, as she'd always found it easy to talk to him.

   It felt so good, walking arm in arm, hips occasionally bumping.  He kept
seeing their reflection in windows and it was an incredible sight because
there he was with the most perfect girl in the universe on his arm.  She
looked so hot wearing sexy strap on sandals, a short, tight skirt and a
silk top, which left her middle bare as it wrapped around her beautiful
boobs.  Anyone seeing them would assume she was his girlfriend and probably
think what a lucky guy he was to be with such a beautiful girl.  Cool!

   He wondered if anyone could tell that they'd had sex, if there was an
invisible sign hanging over them saying these two are doing it, they're not
virgins any more.  He wished there was because he wanted everyone to know
that he was the lucky guy who was having sex, lots and lots of sex, with
the beautiful Janet Sheen.

   Soon it was getting close to time for the movie and they headed to the
cinemas complex.  They grabbed a couple of burgers before buying their
tickets and heading in.  The movie had been out for a couple of weeks and
being an afternoon mid-week session the cinema was fairly empty.  It had a
few double seats without armrests and Richard headed straight for one of
them.

   Janet had been starting to look forward to seeing the movie but when he
headed for the love seat her heart sank.  It was going to become a grope
session and who knew what he'd end up doing to her.  Sure enough as soon as
they sat down his left arm was over her shoulders, his hand resting on the
top of her arm, lightly holding her.  As the movie started she waited for
him to make his move, trying not to be too tense, but nothing happened and
after a couple of minutes she started paying attention to the movie.

   In fact she was the one who inadvertently made the first move when about
ten minutes into the movie the first scary moment happened.  As they both
gasped her right hand grabbed his left knee, squeezing it.  As soon as she
realised what she'd unconsciously done she let go, bringing her hand up
over her heart for a second before dropping it back to her lap.

   "God, I wasn't expecting that."

   "Me either."

   Richard wanted to have a good time with Janet at the movies and he'd
decided before they came in that feeling her up and stuff might work
against that.  Besides, he could feel her up anytime he wanted to so why
not actually watch the movie and enjoy being with her.  Sitting in the love
seat, having his arm over her shoulders and their bodies touching all down
one side was great.  In fact he really liked having this limited physical
contact with his dream girl while they watched the movie.  Of course when
she'd grabbed him he hadn't objected and he was a little disappointed when,
all too quickly, she took her hand away however it was a small thing.  All
in all, he was having a great time, being out with Janet after all these
years.

   Janet loved scary movies.  She and Kelly tried to see every horror film
at the movies and then again when it came out on dvd, and they'd always
hold each other at the scary bits.  It was a hard habit to break and next
time there was a scary moment her right hand instinctively reached out,
once again landing on his knee.  This time however Richard left hand
reached out and covered hers with a gentle squeeze.

   Trapped.  If she tried to extricate her hand he'd probably be pissed
off. Shit, she couldn't believe how stupid she was.  Now it would start and
she knew exactly what would happen.  With their knees pressed together his
hand would move from hers across to her leg, then up her leg, under her
skirt and she'd have to open her legs so he could finger her.  And the hand
on her shoulder would start moving so he could play with her boobs.  So
predictable and she only had herself to blame for starting it.

   But Richard wasn't thinking about any of that.  He was enjoying her hand
on his knee and his holding hers, but that was all.  After a while his
thumb began to trace tiny patterns on the top of her hand but that was all
and she slowly relaxed, focusing once again on the movie.

   When the next scary moment happened even Richard reacted, his hands
tightening on hers as her fingers dug into his leg and her other hand
reached across and momentarily grabbed his upper arm.

   This time as they relaxed, he started moving his fingers and his thumb
on her hand.  It was as though he was trying to get to know every inch of
her hand just through touch.  She tried to stay relaxed as she waited for
what she thought would be the inevitable move over to her leg but he only
seemed interested in her hand.

   The next scary moment was a huge, heart stopping one and they both
gasped with fright.  Once again her grip on his knee tightened and her
other hand came up to grab his upper arm at the same time as her body
twisted towards him, burying her head against his chest as she peeked out
at the movie through her fringe until she felt safe enough to relax again.

   Of course as soon as she started to think it was safe there was another
fright and she stayed curled against him.  Once that moment was over the
film moved into safer territory for a while but she stayed with her head
against his chest.  She was about to move but then realised that he might
be annoyed if she did so she stayed where she was.  Besides, it was quite
comfortable the way her head fitted against his chest just so.

   This time, a few seconds after his fingers resumed caressing her hand,
she tentatively reciprocated and they began a slow dance with their fingers
and hands.  Up till now Richard had just been caressing the top of her hand
but with both their hands in motion, he was able to reach her palm with his
fingers.

   Tickled!  But it wasn't a 'want to escape' sort of tickle.  It felt
great, one of those sensations you can never seem to get enough of. 
Curling her own fingers under she brushed her nails across his palm making
her touch as light as she could, returning the pleasure.

   "Mmmm."

   The almost inaudible moan was from Richard but Janet agreed with the
sentiments and for the rest of the movie they held each other and played
with each other's hand.  Except of course for the scary moments when they'd
grip each other tightly before resuming their hand caresses.

   When the movie finally finished they stayed through the whole credits
both reluctant to break the mood.  For Janet it had been a surprisingly
good experience, different to anything she'd experienced before.  It wasn't
sexy like kissing was or the way playing with herself was though.  She
wasn't sure what word would describe the feelings but maybe this was what
erotic meant.

   Eventually they left, hand in hand, and as they headed for the car they
talked about the movie laughing about how scared they'd been.  However once
they were in the car heading home, the conversation seemed to dry up as
they became lost in their own thoughts.

   This was the sort of thing that Richard had been imagining for so long,
spending time with Janet on a date, talking to her, laughing, holding her
hand but now it was almost over and he wasn't sure how he felt about that.
He really didn't know if he wanted to go back to the master slave
relationship because just maybe they could actually have a boyfriend
girlfriend relationship.  It had certainly felt like that was a possibility
for most of the afternoon.

   He glanced over at her as she sat alongside him.  Their eyes met briefly
and they smiled at each other but the first thing he'd noticed had been the
way the sash on her seat belt drew attention to her boobs as it passed
between them.  He looked back at the road, trying to figure it out.  If
they were really boyfriend girlfriend then tonight she'd be sleeping at her
house and he wouldn't be seeing those beautiful boobs.  If she was his
slave, she'd be naked, sleeping at his house and he'd be able to play with
her boobs, he'd be able to do anything he liked to her.

   Looking at it like that, the decision seemed fairly simple.  Of course
there was more to it than that.  The reason he'd wanted to make her his
slave was still there, the way she'd been treating him over the last few
years.  From what she'd said in the spa he didn't know if she understood
that the way she'd treated him was part of it and until she did understand
that, he was entitled to keep doing what he was doing with her.  Aside from
all that, who was he kidding about boyfriends and girlfriends.  She'd just
been doing what he wanted this afternoon, pretending to be his girlfriend.
It wouldn't have meant anything to her because she didn't really like him.
She hadn't liked him for years in spite of how she carried on in the spa.

   Maybe he had been too tough on her with the whipping and showing her the
really hardcore videos but he couldn't allow himself to forget that doing
those things had worked.  If he hadn't whipped her and scared her with
those videos then she wouldn't have been so nice to him, so attentive to
him while they were out.  And he really liked that so keeping her as his
slave was the smart thing to do.  Just as punishing her had proven to be
the smart thing to do.  Although he'd probably limit it to spanking from
now on as the whipping was maybe a little dangerous and he wouldn't be
making her watch anymore of the really hardcore videos.  Yep, he knew what
to do.

   Janet was feeling very confused.  When he'd said they were going to a
movie she'd been determined to make him believe she was enjoying herself
because she'd figured that was what he wanted.  In fact after what had
happened this morning she was determined to do everything he wanted and
smile her biggest, happiest smile while she did it, pretending that she was
having a great time.  If pleasing him would stop him hurting her then
please him she would.

   The reason she was confused was because for most of the afternoon she
hadn't been pretending.  She'd enjoyed herself, enjoyed being out with him.
She didn't have to pretend when she'd laughed at his jokes and holding his
hand had felt good, not horrible like she thought it should have.  It had
been easy for her to hold his hand back, applying that little bit of extra
pressure like she'd learnt to do with boyfriends to let them know you liked
holding hands with them.  And then during the movie when he played with her
hand!  It was so ...  erotic and she was still feeling turned on from it.
None of the guys she'd gone out with had ever done anything so ...  so
gentle but at the same time so exciting.

   Going back to being his naked slave was going to be hard.  Not that she
wanted him to be her boyfriend or anything stupid like that.  She
definitely didn't, not after all the horrid things he'd done to her but it
would be better than having to go back to being his slave.  With her
peripheral vision she saw him look at her so she turned and smiled.  Yes,
that's what she'd do, keep pretending, keep tricking him.  Maybe that was
how she could pay him back if she could make him believe that she really
liked him.  Because she didn't.  She couldn't.

   After he'd parked, they walked to the front door but no longer hand in
hand.  He led and she trailed, a couple of steps behind.  Unlocking the
door he moved inside making way for her to follow him in.  There was a
tension between them now that had been missing for the last few hours. 
Pushing the door closed he waited to see if she would do anything,
wondering if she even remembered what she was meant to do.

   She stood with her back to him, arms by her side.  It looked like she
was waiting to be told what to do but he shouldn't have to tell her, she
should know.  If she was trying to spoil things then she was sure going
about it the right way.  He might have told her earlier he wasn't going to
whip her again but he hadn't said anything about not spanking her.  In fact
there were a few spanking things from today and yesterday that he'd have to
remember to tell her to put in her punishment book.  Then just as he was
about to speak, she started to move.

   Janet had been remembering earlier today when she'd stood on this very
spot and there'd been the cuffs and the two fake penises waiting for her on
the floor.  Now there was nothing waiting for her except the memory of his
words - 'as soon as you come in you take your clothes off'.  She knew there
was no choice, no point in asking him if he wanted her to take her clothes
off.  She was his sex slave so of course he was going to want her naked. 
After the last few hours being so good she didn't want to risk making him
angry again so she started mechanically undoing her top.

   It might have been mechanical for her but it was a definite magic moment
for him as he stood behind her and watched her slowly strip.  Once she'd
unwrapped the top she pushed it off her shoulders and when she dropped her
arms to her side it slipped off to the floor exposing her tanned back,
naked now except for the sexy black bra straps.  Reaching behind her she
unzipped the skirt and with a few wriggles of her hips it joined her top on
the floor.

   Until today he hadn't really understood why thong panties were such a
big thing.  Now he knew.  The amazing globes of her perfect arse were
framed by the thin black strip around her waist and the even thinner strip
that disappeared down between her arse cheeks.  Then she bent over seeming
to offer her arse to him as she raise one foot after the other to rid
herself completely of her skirt.  He was so tempted to pull his cock out,
step forward and fuck her from behind!

   Still bent over she undid her sandals and pushed them away.  Standing up
once again she reached behind to expertly undo her bra, dropping it to the
side.  Last was the thong, which soon joined the rest of her clothes on the
floor.  She stood for a moment then, taking a deep breath she sank to her
knees, assuming her ready position with her hands behind her back.  When
she started taking her clothes off she'd been dreading being naked again,
but instead, as she'd removed each article, she'd found herself getting a
little turned on.  She knew it was wrong but there was something really
sexy about taking her clothes knowing he was standing behind her watching.

   His cock had actually had a bit of a rest during the drive home but now
it was rock hard, pressing almost painfully against his jeans.  He slowly
walked around her, holding his breath as her boobs came into view and then
her cute bush.  Fuck she looked so good.  Clean, beautiful, fresh and all
his.  Her breathing was really shallow, her boobs rising and falling,
seeming to beckoning him to play with them.  As he stood there captivated
by her naked body he couldn't believe that a short time ago he was actually
thinking about giving this up.  No way could he give this up, not with her
kneeling naked in front of him willing to let him do absolutely anything he
wanted to her.

   "Good slave.  Very good."

   "Thank you master."

   "Your collar's missing.  I like it when my slave girl is wearing her
collar.  Why don't you go get your collar, then we can have dinner."

   "Yes master."

   They weren't going to have sex yet which was probably good she thought
as she started to get up.

   "Hang on."

   She froze, looking up at him, still on her knees.  She didn't think
she'd done anything wrong so maybe he'd changed his mind, maybe he was
going to make her have sex with him again.

   "Before you do that ..."

   His hands came around to the front of his jeans and he slowly undid his
belt and pulled down the zip.  Yep, they were going to do it.  As he pushed
his jeans down, she looked straight ahead to where his thing - no, his
cock, she had to remember to say cock otherwise she might say 'thing' by
accident and annoy him - to where his cock was pushing out against his
jockeys.  As she watched he pushed his jockeys down, freeing his cock,
which bounced up, pointing like an arrow at the ceiling.  She'd seen it
often enough by now that she should have been used to it, but she wasn't.
It was still a surprise, taking her breath away it looked so big and
strong.

   He stepped closer as with one hand he stroked his cock, aiming it at her
mouth while his other hand reached out to her head.  She knew what she had
to do, what he obviously wanted, and she could feel herself salivating at
the thought of having it in her mouth again.  Licking her lips, she leant
forward opening her mouth wide, tongue out, as she captured his swollen
cockhead.  She started sucking as she brought her hands around from behind
her back, one to cup his balls, the other to masturbate the lower half of
his cock.  Being forced to do this was horrible but that didn't stop it
being somehow exciting, having his cock in her mouth.

   "Ohh yeah.  That so good."

   At first he wasn't planning on coming, he just wanted to feel her lips
wrapped around his cock for a few seconds.  But the instant he felt her hot
wet mouth suck on his cockhead his intentions changed.  After all she was
his sex slave and this was why she was here, for him to come in and on.  To
service his needs and after the stress of her outburst this morning, now
that her mouth was enveloping his cock, he realised how much he needed
servicing!  Besides it would help to remind her who was in control in case
she was getting any ideas after their afternoon together.

   "Oh, yeah, suck me."

   He clasped her head, gripping her firmly, his hands covering her ears as
he started slowly fucking her beautiful face.  It felt so fucking good the
way her tongue moved against the underside of his cock and the way she
sucked him.  Her mouth was so amazing, she never stopped sucking and the
suction was so strong.

   Not that he had any personal experiences that he could compare Janet's
cocksucking skills to but in a some of the movies he'd watched, the girls
didn't seem to be sucking all that hard.  And they'd suck for about ten
seconds then take the guys cock out for a while and then put it back then
take it out, then back in and so on, which to Richard, always looked like
it must be really frustrating for the guy.  But with his wonderful slave it
felt like she was trying to suck his whole body into her mouth as she kept
sucking and sucking and sucking!

   When he'd taken hold of her head and started directing her movement she
was worried he was going to try the deep throat thing he'd talked about
earlier.  She knew he'd make her do it eventually but from the vids she'd
watched she wasn't sure how she'd go kneeling like this.  Of course she
didn't know if she'd be able to do it no matter what position she was in.
Trouble was that if he tried to make her do it and she couldn't she had no
doubt that he'd punish her again and she didn't want that, not tonight, not
ever.

   So she kept one hand wrapped around his shaft, moving it on the base of
his cock with the same rhythm as he was using as he moved her head back and
forth.  Hopefully she'd be able to protect herself from having to take all
his cock in her mouth but she was ready to take her hand away if he said
anything.  In the meantime she concentrated on using her tongue as much as
she could as she sucked, hoping he'd be happy with that.

   Richard briefly thought about fucking his cock all the way into her
mouth but he was pretty sure it would take a while for her to learn to deep
throat him if the videos he'd seen were anything to go by.  In them most of
the girls seemed to splutter and gag a lot.  There were even a couple where
they threw up when they were doing it and he certainly wasn't interested in
having that happen.  Gross!  So this time he was more than happy with the
feeling of her sucking him as he fucked her beautiful face.

   "Oh your mouth feels so good.  Keep sucking, don't stop.  Oh yeah,
that's good too, your tits against my legs.  Come on, push them forward. 
Yeah, that's the way slave girl."

   She hadn't intentionally pushed her boobs against his legs, she was
adjusting her position trying to get more comfortable as he continued
fucking her mouth.  But now she arched her chest forward, pressing her
boobs into his thighs.  As her nipples rubbed against the hairs on his legs
she could feel them swelling sending little tingles of pleasure through her
boobs.  Her little reward for having to do this to him she thought as she
continued to tease her nipples.  Although the terrible truth was that the
feel of his cock in her mouth was okay, nice even, and as much as she
wished it wasn't happening, she knew she was getting wet down there.  No,
in her cunt, she was getting wet in her cunt.  Oh god.  It didn't seem to
matter if she was forced to have sex or had it willingly, either way she
got turned on.  Although of course she hadn't had sex willingly yet but she
assumed she'd be turned on if she was willing.  God that'd be horrible if
she was only turned on when she was being forced to have sex!  No way, not
possible.

   For a long while the only sound was her occasional moans, his occasional
grunts and the constant slurping sound of her mouth sucking his cock.

   "Make you mouth tighter.  Come on, I'm getting closer.  Suck harder. 
Come on suck as hard as you can.  Yeah, that's it."

   He gripped her head even tighter as he felt the pressure building in his
balls.  Soon, very soon.  His cock felt like it was on fire as he pumped
faster and faster between the oval of her tightly clenched lips.  Looking
down at her hollowed cheeks, he could see how with each thrust her lips
were pounded against her fist where she was gripping the base of his cock.
What an unbelievable sight, Janet Sheen's mouth plugged with his cock,
waiting to be filled with his come.

   Then it happened, the glorious moment of release as his come started
pulsing down his cock and into her tight sucking mouth.  Each pulse was a
shock of pure pleasure coursing through his body.

   "Oh shit.  Here it comes.  Ohhh, fuck, take it.  Yeah, suck it all. 
Ahhh."

   His balls had tightened in her hands and she felt each pulse of come
race down his cock before it exploded into her mouth.  She sucked as hard
as she could, siphoning the come out and swallowing each spurt.  Nine times
his cockhead jerked deep in her mouth till the last spurt had traveled the
length of his cock and sprayed against the back of her mouth.  As soon as
he stopped thrusting into her she eased back on the power of her sucking
knowing that his cock would be sensitive now but she kept moving her tongue
carefully around his cock, applying a more gentle suction.

   Relaxing his grip on her head he ran his fingers through her hair and
lovingly caressed her cheeks.  The first time he'd made her suck him was
great, the next time after she'd watched the video was even better, the
third time when he'd come all over her face was incredible, and the fourth
time when she'd given him a wake-up suck was totally awesome.  This time
however he really didn't know how a blowjob could ever be any better
because in addition to the out of this world physical sensations, it really
felt like she'd wanted to do it.  It felt like she was trying as hard as
she could to make it good for him.  Even now the way she was holding his
cock and balls, licking and sucking him, pressing her body against him, was
absolutely perfect.  Wow.  If he had any energy left he'd have picked her
up and hugged her.

   "Oh fuck.  So good.  That was the best ever.  You're so good.  Oh, yeah,
that's nice what you're doing now too.  Hmmm, oh yeah, you are really
amazing.  An amazing cocksucker.  You know I like can't imagine anything
being better."

   He liked it.  Thank heavens.  He thought she was a good ...  a good
cocksucker.  At least if he thought she was a good cocksucker he wouldn't
punish her.  When his hands dropped from her face to rest on her shoulders
she slid back so that only his cockhead was still in her mouth.  Carefully
swirling her tongue around the smooth head, she licked the little hole
making sure she hadn't missed any come before releasing his cock from her
mouth.  Her hands were still busy though cradling his balls and slowly
stroking his shaft.  She rubbed his saliva soaked cock against her cheek as
she said what she knew he'd be waiting to hear.

   "Mmmm.  Thank you master.  And thank you for letting your slave suck
your beautiful cock and swallow your come master."

   She was thanking him and making it sound like she really meant it!  Of
course he knew she was only doing it because he'd told her to but it was
still great to hear.  Things were really going well.

   "Good slave.  Wow, very good slave!  Hey, do you like my come slave?"

   "What master?"

   "Do you like swallowing my come?"

   "Yes master."

   "And the taste?  Do you like the taste of come slave?"

   It was easy for her to say she liked swallowing his come.  It didn't
mean much to say that but to have to say she liked the taste of come was
another matter entirely.  She didn't want to like it, because of what it
implied, but the truth was she did.  Girls weren't meant to like the taste
of a guy's come though.  Well not nice girls but more and more she had to
face the fact that she wasn't a nice girl, that she really was a slut.  She
was stuck between a rock and a hard place.  If she lied and said she didn't
like the taste he'd get angry and hurt her.  If she told the truth, her
self-esteem would be battered even more, but as she knelt naked on the
floor, feeling horny after being forced to suck him off, the taste of his
come lingering in her mouth, self-esteem seemed light years away.

   "Yes master, your slave does.  She likes the taste of your come master."

   "Thought so.  I'll have to feed you lots of it then won't I slave."
   "Yes master." 

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