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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 16
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 10:10:05 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 16 - Making Love

   Pulling his jeans and jockeys up Richard found it almost impossible to
contain himself as he watched his naked slave girl walking away, her oh so
cute butt unconsciously wriggling at him.  He'd sent her to find her
collar, and then they were going to make a salad and set up the barbecue.
But before doing any of that he wanted to whoop and holler, to dance and
leap around, to race outside and tell every passing stranger how lucky he
was, how perfect his world was now that Janet was once again in it.  And
most of all he wanted to tell Janet how great he felt and how grateful he
was to her for just existing!

   Of course he wasn't going to do anything as stupid as that.  He was her
master and he knew that masters didn't let their slaves know what they were
feeling!  Well he thought he knew that although truth was all he knew about
being a master was from the stories he'd read on the net and they were all
so different.  Up until now he hadn't thought too much about what a master
should do but maybe it was time for some serious headwork as it looked like
he was going to be her master for a long time.  Yes!

   In the meantime she was his to do anything he wanted.  Like now.  If he
wanted to he could tell her to stop where she was, spread her legs, bend
over and touch the ground while he fingered her pussy and bum.  Or when
they were making the salad he could get her to fuck herself with a carrot
or a cucumber or a sausage.  He could fuck her with them in her pussy or
even in her bum if he wanted.  Or both at the same time, a cucumber
sticking out of her bum and a carrot out of her cunt!  That might be fun!
Or he could tell her to kneel at his feet under the table and slowly suck
him off while he was eating dinner.  Yes!  Or he could make her jerk him
off all over her food and then make her eat it covered in 'dressing a la
Richard's come'.  Or he could make her dip her tits in a bowl of chocolate
sauce so he could lick it off for his dessert.  Or as they watched TV he
could tell her to finger herself and when she was wet offer him her finger
so he could lick her juice off as a TV snack!

   Truth was he could make her do any of those things or any of a hundred
other things he'd either read about in stories on the net or imagined
himself doing with her over the last few years.  Except now that he was in
a position where all he had to do was snap his fingers and every one of
these things would become a reality, he wasn't so sure.  He wasn't sure if
he really wanted to do those things to Janet because somehow it didn't feel
right.  They might be fun for him although he wasn't even sure about that,
but he doubted that they would be fun for her.

   Jerking off over her food might be exciting to imagine but to actually
do?  Or making her put a carrot up her bum?  Actually sounded gross now
that he knew he could do it.  Maybe that was it, maybe there were some
things that made good fantasies but not necessarily good realities, at
least not for him.  Pity about that, but he guessed that must be it.  So
what he needed to do was work out the reality he really wanted to have with
his slave.

   Okay, that shouldn't be too hard.  First off he knew that he still
really wanted her to be his slave.  Sex slave.  Obedient sex slave!  That
definitely hadn't changed.  And if she were his obedient sex slave that
meant she'd always do what he asked, especially the sex stuff, but also
other things.  So that was good except there was something missing.  He had
his obedient sex slave, what more could he want?  What more could any
sixteen year old guy want!

   Light bulb!  He had it.  It wasn't just having her obediently doing
things like some robot.  He wanted her to enjoy doing things with him and,
even more than that, he wanted her to be nice to him while she was doing
them.  Not just the sex things but things like going to the movies or
swimming or whatever.  He was almost one hundred percent sure she'd liked
going to the movie today and he wanted more of that.  He wanted more of the
feelings where you enjoyed stuff with someone else.  Enjoyed stuff with
Janet.

   But he also knew that he still wanted to be in control, still wanted to
be her master after all the shit she'd put on him.  He guessed that for
this to work she had to be scared of him, which he was pretty certain she
was, but also she probably had to respect him which he wasn't so sure
about. Respect.  That was really important because her respect for him was
what had been missing for the last few years.

   So how to make her respect him.  He couldn't really pretend to know much
about the way girls thought but he was fairly certain that they didn't
respect guys when they did gross guy type of things.  They wanted guys to
be mature like they thought they were!  Jerking off on her food or sticking
a carrot up her bum definitely would be classified as a gross guy thing.

   He had it!  The mature thing would be to do nothing.  Well not nothing,
but to do normal things.  Instead of playing with her like she was a sex
toy every chance he got, he needed to treat her like the Janet he used to
know, his friend Janet.  Except of course she'd be naked and that wasn't
normal Janet.  He could let her wear clothes but ...  no, she stayed naked
because a slave should be naked.  Also because it was so great having her
naked but what he'd do was try and not stare at her body all the time.  And
he wouldn't grab her and stuff like that all the time.  Settled.  He'd
treat her like a friend.  Well most of the time that is, until he wanted to
have sex with her.  Like after they'd had dinner probably.

   Wow!  This was going to be tough but if he was really going to be a
master then he had responsibilities.  Yep, he could do it.  He'd be mature
about this and show her what a great master he was so eventually she'd
learn to respect him.

   And if she didn't he could still stick a carrot up her bum tomorrow!

   As she walked away she heard the rustle of his clothes.  Thinking he was
taking his clothes off, she slowed, waiting for him to call her back so he
could make her have sex with him.  Not that she wanted to have sex with
him. Of course she didn't, even if in spite of her best efforts to hate it
she was feeling a bit turned on from having his cock in her mouth.  Then
she heard the sound of his zipper.  No he'd come and that was all that he
cared about and she knew she should be thankful for that.  Of course his
zip going up also meant he was going to be keeping his clothes on while he
made her walk around naked so he could perve on her she thought as she
hurried away.

   Janet stood alongside the spa, twisting the slave collar round and
around in her hands as she tried to work out for the thousandth time what
was happening with her life.  Three days ago she knew who she was, where
she was going, what she was doing, but now?  Now she was lost, her emotions
on a never-ending roller coaster, her body betraying her at every turn and
her future uncertain.  Slave!  How could she be his sex slave?  And how
could she enjoy it ...  no that was wrong, totally wrong.  She didn't enjoy
it, her stupid body did and she couldn't help that could she?  Just as she
couldn't help wishing that he'd have sex with her like she'd just done. 
No, wrong again!  She hadn't wished it; she'd just assumed he'd want to
have sex with her that was all.

   Closing her eyes she placed the collar around her neck, feeling the
weight of its true meaning as she locked it in place.  Slave collar.  She
no longer belonged to herself, she was his and this was the only clothing
she was allowed.  The stupid thing was that as her fingers continued to
play with the collar she felt a tiny touch of comfort in having it on
because at least it meant she was wearing something.  At least she wasn't
totally naked now.

   Although it wasn't being naked that was the problem.  Not that she
wanted to be wandering through her neighbor's house naked, of course she
didn't, but the real problem was that apparently she was going to have to
wander around naked while he still had his clothes on.  It was a painful
reminder of how embarrassing, humiliating, degrading and every other awful
word she could think of, her situation was.

   The real problem?  There were a host of real problems.  Like how turned
on she'd been by the time the movie was over.  If that had been a normal
date she'd have been home by now, having a big masturbation session.  Of
course it was made worse by having to suck him off because even that had
kept her horny ...  hornier.  Five minutes, that's probably all she'd need
to quickly bring herself off.  One hand dropped down to press against her
mound as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of her pubic hair against
the palm of her hand.  All she had to do was rub her finger over her
clitoris just like this for a couple of minutes.

   Hearing a noise she quickly pulled her hand away as she looked behind
her but it was only the curtains flapping in the breeze.  God, imagine the
humiliation if he'd found her playing with herself.  How could she even
contemplate masturbating after she'd just been forced to suck him off? 
Shit, she had to stop this.  She had to stop acting like such a slut.  A
stupid slut!  She just remembered that one of the rules he'd made her sign
was that she wasn't allowed to masturbate without his permission so if he
had found her not only would she be totally humiliated but also she'd
probably be totally punished by him again!  Shit, she had to be so careful.

   Okay, the only way to get through this was to keep reminding herself
that nothing he made her do really mattered.  Whatever her body did wasn't
important as long as she hated him for what he was making her do.  He was a
jerk and when this was all over she'd make sure he knew it.  Yep.  Fuck
him. That's what she had to keep thinking as she was doing all the horrid
things he made her do.  Fuck him.

   Marching back into the house she started silently chanting to herself.
"Fuck him.  Fuck him.  Fuck him." She was a couple of feet from the kitchen
when she did a one-eighty degree about face.  Who was she fooling?  She was
naked and he wasn't.  He had complete control of her.  He could make her do
anything and the worst part was most of the things he made her do she
couldn't seem to stop herself enjoying.  Fuck him?  Nope, she was the one
who was fucked!

   New plan.  Maybe if she told him she worried about getting a cold if she
wasn't wearing something.  Or it wasn't hygienic to be naked in the
kitchen. That might work.  Or she was feeling sick and had to go home.

   "Is that you?"

   About turn.  Get into the kitchen as quickly as possible so he doesn't
get angry.  And don't try to play stupid games with him, just do everything
he wants.  And smile and cooperate and make him believe you enjoy it.

   "Yes master."

   "Thought you'd gotten lost.  Okay, I've got everything out.  If you
grate the carrots and maybe chop up some lettuce I'll look after the
tomatoes, cucumber and celery."

   "Yes master."

   Although it was a challenge not to look at her beautiful tits all the
time Richard did find it easier than he'd thought he would.  Except when
they jiggled as she grated the carrots or walked somewhere or later on as
she cut her steak.  Then it was really hard not to stare, but for the most
part he managed and he found that the less he stared, the easier it was to
control the urge to reach out and grope her beautiful body.

   Janet however was having an increasingly tough time.  It started okay
because she'd braced herself for him to be staring at her and touching her
whenever she was near him.  The first time was when she took the carrots to
the sink to rinse them and she had to pass him.

   Relax.  Get ready to stop as soon as he touches me.  Nothing.

   Back at the bench she stood next to him and started grating the carrots
while they talked about cooking and food.  Okay.  His hand is going down.
He's going to grab my bum.  So as soon as he does I'll make a tiny moaning
sound, and reach behind with my hand to cover his.  Maybe say that it's
nice when he touches my bum and if he squeezes my bum I could touch his leg
or even his crotch.  Nothing.  He was just picking up a piece of tomato
he'd dropped.

   It went on like that for the next hour.  He'd make a movement and she'd
prepare a scenario for how she should react when he touched her but not
once did he even brush up against her.  Or he'd look at her and she'd
quickly make sure she was standing straight, her tits pushed out and not
covered by her arms, but not once did he even seem to be looking at them.
By the time they'd finished eating she was so on edge she was a wreck.

   "That was great.  How about you clean up here.  There's a Buffy re-run
on I haven't seen so I'll be upstairs watching it in my room when you're
through."

   "Yes master."

   Once he'd gone she slumped over the table.  She couldn't take much more
of this, the tension was killing her.  It was being naked that made it so
hard, made her feel so vulnerable.  Well being naked on top of everything
else.  She'd have to find a way of asking him if she could wear something
even if it was just her bra and panties.  Not that she thought he'd let
her. In fact he'd probably get angry with her for even suggesting it so
saying something to him was probably a bad idea.

   He'd also get angry if he came back and she wasn't cleaning up so she
started gathering the plates.  Normally she'd just put everything in the
dishwasher but if she hand washed everything it would take longer.  Good
idea.  She could probably stretch it out for at least half an hour and that
would be another half hour she wouldn't have to be naked in front of him.

   As he headed for his bedroom Richard was feeling pretty pleased himself.
Very pleased in fact.  He reckoned he'd handled the last hour or so
brilliantly.  He'd been so cool, so mature with her being naked.  Now
though he could feel the excitement, the anticipation of what was to come,
building.  Soon, very soon, he'd be having sex with her again.  Sex!  After
all the years of jerking off, of trying to convince girls to have sex with
him, of trying to imagine what it really felt like he could now have sex
anytime he wanted.  Way to go!

   He wanted to be ready for her when she came up but he also wanted to
look relaxed, cool.  After he stripped off he turned on the TV, settling on
the bed on his stomach, his head propped on his hands, facing the foot of
the bed, watching Buffy.  That lasted about thirty seconds before he
started to feel naked which of course he was.  It wasn't that he had a
problem about his body or anything like that but he didn't normally wander
around naked or watch TV naked or things like that so it felt ...  naked!
Grabbing a pair of shorts he pulled them on and immediately felt better as
he went back to watching Buffy.

   Eventually he started to wonder why he was mindlessly watching a cable
rerun of Buffy, which after the first few minutes he'd realised he'd
already seen, when there was a naked girl downstairs in the kitchen.  Sure,
as usual he was daydreaming about how great it would be if Buffy's tits
just happened to pop free of her top when the bad guy grabbed her but that
seemed kind of lame given that less than a hundred feet away, Janet's tits
were already out!  Not only was Janet naked which he somehow doubted Buffy
was ever going to be when he was around but as far as he was concerned
Janet was much prettier than Buffy so, apart from the obvious fact that he
was an idiot, why was he wasting time on TV fantasies?

   All he needed to do was call out to Janet and order her to come
upstairs, or he could head back downstairs and tie her to the kitchen table
like he did yesterday so he could eat her, or maybe bend her over the sink
while he fucked her in the arse, or make her to kneel and suck him off
again, or he could do none of the above.  Because truth was he wanted more
than that.  It wasn't just about sex anymore.

   What he really wanted was for them to hold each other, to kiss each
other, to ...  that's it, he wanted them to make love, not just have sex.
Okay, this was something a bit new.  How was he going to make this happen?
First off, definitely not the kitchen, the bedroom was the right place for
this.  Second ...  second ...  Shit he had no idea what was second.  Maybe
if he took it slowly and really got into the foreplay stuff and he didn't
talk about punishment or tying her up or those things.  Third.  Absolutely
no idea what third should be.  Have the lights low?  Tell her he ...  no,
that was wrong.  Maybe tell her how beautiful she is and all those other
things girls like to hear.

   It didn't really matter what happened in what order though because now
he had a feel for what he wanted, he knew that it would be good.  So he
waited, half watching Buffy's tits, half preparing for Janet to arrive.

   Buffy was almost over when he caught a movement out of the corner of his
eye and there she was, his beautiful slave girl, standing uncertainly in
the doorway, arms by her side.  He turned and unashamedly took his time
looking at her, drinking in every perfect detail from her honey blonde hair
framing her pixie like face, her full boobs, narrow waist, silky patch of
pubic hair and her slender legs.  As his eyes roved her body she blushed
which made her look even cuter!  He patted the bed alongside himself.

   "Hi.  Come on."

   As she quickly climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him, she was
relieved to be able to at least cover her front from his gaze.  Settled
onto the bed she realised he'd changed and was only wearing shorts now. 
Probably meant he was going to make her have sex with him again.  Probably?
Of course he was, they were on his bed, she was naked and he was
practically naked.

   Still, sex was much, much better than being punished.  Unless he wanted
to do it in her bum again although even that was better than punishment. 
Actually the second time he'd done it there hadn't hurt, so if he wanted to
do it in her bum that would probably be okay too.  Especially if she could
play with her clitoris while he was doing it.  That's what the girls on the
video had done when the guys fucked them in the bum and they all came.

   God what was she doing, planning on how she could come if he fucked her
bum!  And how could she think that anything he did could be okay. 
Everything he did was horrible!  He was horrible and she had to remember
that!

   For the next few minutes Richard allowed his anticipation to build as he
breathed deeply, luxuriating in her scent, allowing it to intoxicate him as
they lay side by side watching TV.  Finally he couldn't keep up the
pretense and he turned to her.  She was so beautiful his heart did another
flip-flop.  It didn't matter what the angle she was perfection.  Her
profile, the color of her hair, the turn of her shoulder, the sweeping line
of her back, the curves of her legs, everywhere he looked all he saw was
absolute perfection.  His left hand reached out almost reverentially till
his finger could touch her shoulder and he gently explored, letting his
fingers map every square inch of her shoulder and upper arm.

   Janet wasn't sure what to do when she sensed him turn to look at her so
she kept watching the TV, pretending she hadn't noticed.  It was only when
he touched her shoulder that she turned to him, steeling herself once again
to do whatever he wanted.  She made sure she was smiling but she needn't
have worried because he was looking so intently at her arm that she didn't
think he'd have noticed no matter how she'd looked at him.  The good thing
was that his touch was really gentle so maybe he wasn't going to hurt her
this time.

   The way he was looking at her and touching her was sort of strange.  Not
scary strange though just strange because of the intensity.  It was as if
he was examining something incredibly delicate and precious even though it
was just her arm.  Weird.  But nice weird.  She'd never had anyone, not
even a boyfriend, treat her like this before.  She didn't understand him.
One minute he was doing horrible things to her, the next he was being nice,
making her feel ...  special.  And she didn't want him to make her feel
special!

   Richard shifted his position, moving closer so he could kneel alongside
her.  The way she was resting with her head on her hands meant her shoulder
blades were raised up and his fingers now explored them.  Her skin was so
smooth, so beautiful, so electrifying.  Leaning down, his lips brushed her
arm and then followed his fingers to her shoulder blades, kissing along
each ridge.

   Between her raised shoulder blades was a valley and at the centre of the
valley the bumps of her backbone ran all the way down her back till they
disappeared between her arse cheeks.  Slowly his fingers, followed by his
lips, explored each ridge till he finally reached the swell of her bum.  He
felt like an intrepid explorer, charting an undiscovered country!

   And this next discovery was definitely worth spending time exploring. 
He'd lost count of the number of times he'd got a hard-on watching her
tight buns as she walked along a corridor at school.  Didn't matter if she
was wearing jeans or a skirt, it was still one of the wonders of the world
as far as he and a good portion of the male school population were
concerned.  And now he could touch them, kiss them, caress them for as long
as he liked.

   And that's what he did.  As his fingers caressed the back of her thighs,
his mouth paid homage to her bum.  First it was his lips kissing every
square inch then he retraced the route with his tongue making little trails
all over her bum till finally he started gently biting and sucking.  As he
was doing this though what he was most conscious of was the shaded crevice
where the globes of her arse came together.  It was like a magnet, pulling
his attention, begging him to explore further.

   By the time his fingers and lips started moving on her bum and the backs
of her thighs Janet was finding it hard to keep still.  She would never
have imagined that something like this could be a turn-on but it was and
when she felt his teeth on her bum she had to bite her lips to stop crying
out.  She so didn't want him think she was getting turned on by what he was
doing but it was hard.  And to make it worse that familiar ache was
starting in her pussy and she knew it was going to become harder and harder
to ignore.

   Richard was also finding it harder and harder to ignore her pussy. 
Moving his hands from her thighs to her left hip he started lifting her up
till, taking the cue, she rolled over onto her back.  Resisting the
temptation to fold her arms over her boobs she left them by her side as she
watched him through half hooded eyes.  He was hovering over her stomach,
staring intently at her body and she reluctantly spread her legs apart,
assuming that's what he wanted her to do.

   At first he didn't realise he was holding his breath as once again her
beauty was laid out before him.  The twin hills of her boobs capped with
rosy nipples, her flat stomach with the incredibly cute belly button, her
pubic mound with what had to be the most exciting in the whole wide world
patch of carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair, the magical vee shape which
lead down to her pussy and the smooth curves of her thighs disappearing
down to her feet.  Then, as she opened her legs, he saw her pussy lips,
glistening, seeming to invite him to touch them, kiss them, enter them. 
Finally he took a deep breath and it felt like he was drowning in the
glorious scent of her pussy.

   Her belly button was such a cute indentation and it really did deserve a
kiss.  Then there were her sexy hipbones poking up the tiniest bit on each
side so he had to kiss them.  And her stomach just above where she'd
trimmed her pubic hair was so inviting.  Almost as inviting as her groin
which then lead his tongue and lips to her thighs.  And all the time he was
breathing as deeply as possible, drinking in the overpowering scent of her
pussy.

   Lifting up he stared, mesmerized, at her pussy as he continued to caress
the inside of her thighs, his fingers moving closer and closer to her
pussy. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, her clitoris visible, poking
out from its hood and below that he could just see the entrance to her
cunt. He stopped caressing her and for a few moments the middle finger of
his left hand hovered outside her hole and then he made contact, pushing
into her till his knuckles were pressed into her slit and his finger was as
far inside as he could get, held snug and tight by her cunt.

   "Oh ...  yeah ...  Oh."

   As much as her body had started to crave a touch on her pussy the moment
of penetration was actually a surprise.  Her hands gripped the bed as she
half sat up, instinctively pushing her hips forward, wanting his finger
even deeper.  She had something inside her again, deeper than she'd ever
gone herself and she wanted more.

   Turning to her he looked deep into her eyes.  Most of the time they were
bright, sparkling but now they were clouded, hazy and it was as sexy as all
hell.  Closing the gap between them his lips found hers and they kissed
hungrily, their tongues dueling as her arms wrapped around him, pressing
her breasts against his chest.  Still kissing and with his finger now
lazily twisting in and out of her pussy, he lowered her back down to the
bed.

   Finally he broke the kiss and his lips slowly traveled down her body,
exploring her chin, her throat, her boobs, taking time to lick and suck
each hard nipple before moving down to her stomach and then on through her
sparse pubic bush.  Now he repositioned himself, kneeling between her legs,
his finger still working in her as he grabbed a pillow with his free hand
and pushed it under her bum, raising her pussy.  Sliding his finger one
last time from her pussy, he hesitated for a second before bringing it to
his mouth and carefully sucking her juice off it.

   "Mmmm."

   Heaven!  He hadn't been mistaken yesterday.  This was the most exquisite
taste imaginable and he knew there was more waiting for him.  Lowering his
head, tongue extended, he began licking and sucking her beautiful pussy,
savoring her juices.  Mostly he alternated between her clit and her cunt
although occasionally he licked further down, swiping his tongue across the
wrinkle of her arsehole.  She seemed to respond the most when he worked on
her clit but he liked it most when he was trying to get his tongue deep
inside her, gathering as much of her nectar as possible.

   It was only as he'd started kissing his way down her body that it had
occurred to her that maybe he was going to use his mouth on her down there
again.  No, that sounded dumb - that he was going to eat her pussy again!
She shivered at the thought, fighting the anticipation.

   "Oh, oh god!"

   He was doing it!  He was licking her pussy again and she didn't care how
wrong it was because she loved it.  And it was even better than yesterday
because this time he hadn't tied her down and blindfolded her.  Being free
to move was so much better and when she raised her head, being able to see
him buried between her legs, knowing his tongue was actually licking her
pussy.  Wow!  If she'd known how amazing it felt to have someone's tongue
licking her she'd have been making her boyfriends do this a long time ago.
Well maybe not, but in future she sure would be!

   The best part was when he licked and sucked her clitoris.  It was the
most exciting thing she'd ever know, far better than when she used her
fingers to masturbate.  Of course when he moved lower and licked her pussy
lips and pushed his tongue inside her that was pretty amazing and every
time he licked her bum her whole body twitched with how nasty it was to
have someone doing that.  But although the feel of his tongue and lips was
great on her pussy and bum it was his tongue on her clitoris that she knew
would eventually make her come.  Each time he came back to it she'd get a
little closer to what she sensed was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm.

   Eventually his tongue and jaw started to get tired so he focused on her
clit, hoping he'd be able to make her come like she did yesterday in the
kitchen.  Sure enough after a few minutes she started responding
differently.  First her breathing sped up and then she wrapped her legs
around his head, which felt really great having her thighs pressing against
his cheeks.  Taking this as his cue, he sucked as hard as he could on her
clit at the same time as he flicked his tongue rapidly across the smooth
head of the little knob and that seemed to push her over.

   "Oh, yeah.  Oh shit!  Yes!  Oh god!  Oh, that's so ...  Oh fuck!"

   The orgasm started at her clitoris before crashing through her body like
waves breaking against the rocks.  As she cried out her thigh muscles
spasmed and she clamped her legs tightly against his face, her hands
grabbing his head, trapping him, not wanting him to ever escape as she
pushed her cunt against his mouth.  The incredible spasms went on and on,
lasting far longer than when she masturbated.  Finally though they died
down and she collapsed in a stupor, totally spent, her legs falling limply
onto the bed.

   Once she started coming there was nothing Richard could do.  Her thighs
were like a vice, gripping his head, holding him against her cunt as she
pushed her clit against his mouth.  For a moment it was almost scary but
then he just enjoyed the ride as her body bucked and twisted, loving that
he'd been able to get her off like this, that he was the one giving her
this pleasure.

   Finally though the ride was over and after one last lick through her
slit, Richard moved up till he was hovering above her, looking down at his
obviously very satisfied slave girl.  Her eyes were glazed but from the
smile on her face there was no doubt she'd liked what he'd just done.  Her
lips were parted, her pearly white teeth showing as he softly kissed her,
gently laying his body on top of hers.

   As his lips touched hers she instinctively kissed back, her eyes closing
as she prepared to lose herself in the kiss.  At first she was confused by
the sweet taste then her eyes flew open as she realised what the taste on
his lips was.  His lips were covered in her juice.  Gross!  Nasty!  Sexy!
Confusing ...  she should be revolted by the taste of her own pussy juices
but the opposite was true.  She liked the taste.  No, she loved the taste!
She wanted to lick it off his face.  Not that she would.  Shit, what was
wrong with her?  This was just like when she'd discovered she liked the
taste of his come.  It was so wrong, she was so wrong, wasn't she?  It was
all so confusing, so hard to even think after coming like that and
especially with him kissing her, his body covering hers.

   As they continued to kiss Richard reached down to his shorts and with a
bit of a struggle managed to work them off, freeing his hard cock.  Then he
lay down on her again, snuggling in, so that his cock rested along her hot
slit.  It felt so great having her body under him with his cock touching
her cunt as they kissed.

   When she felt the length of his cock against her slit she started
tilting her hips up and down, trying to rub her wet pussy against the hard
shaft.  Still pre-occupied with tasting herself on his mouth, it took a few
seconds for her to register what she was actually doing but, just as she
was about to stop, she realised she had no choice.  All she was doing was
trying to keep him happy, trying to convince him that she wanted to do
these things; trying to make sure he didn't have a reason to punish her. 
So all she was really doing was protecting herself from being punished.

   It was nice having her cunt rubbing along his shaft but he knew there
was something far better awaiting him.  Pulling back a little till only his
cockhead was touching her cunt, he started blindly searching through her
pussy lips for the entrance.  For a second he thought he'd have to use his
hand to help guide himself but then he felt it and he was there, the tip of
his cock poised, waiting.  Then with barely any pressure from him, his
cockhead was inside her.

   "Oh!"

   "Oh yeah.  Mmmm."

   It wasn't as if she never had things inside her before.  Most days she
had a finger in her pussy as she masturbated and every month there were
tampons, but this was so different.  So much bigger than her finger or a
tampon, it stretched her so wide!  And it felt so good.  Really good!

   "Ahhh."

   She spread her legs as wide as possible as his cock moved all the way in
filling her completely, his hairy balls slapping against her bum.  This
felt even better, filling ever inch of her!  Oh god!  Why?  Why did she
like it so much?  Why couldn't it feel horrible?

   For a couple of minutes they stayed joined, their pubic bushes pressed
together as they continued kissing.  Then Richard slowly drew back till
only his cockhead was in her clasping cunt before starting to slowly fuck
her.

   At first as he moved his cock in and out her legs were spread wide but
that didn't seem to be enough, didn't feel natural.  She pulled her feet in
till they were touching his calves, feeling his leg muscles working as his
cock moved in and out of her pussy.  This seemed to open her up even more,
made it better.  Then, as she adjusted herself, her feet moved up to his
thighs, which twisted her pelvis up.  Shit!  It felt like his cock was
reaching even deeper!  Fucking amazing!

   Her hands moved from his head to his back, caressing him as she clamped
her feet together, wrapping them round his thighs.  Now each time he thrust
into her she helped to pull him down, wanting to feel his wonderful cock as
deep inside her as possible.

   Maybe next time he'd explore different positions but tonight he was
happy to do it like this, lying on top of her, slowly making love to her,
absorbing every moment, every sensation, every touch of her body.  He'd
never be able to go back to masturbating now that he knew how truly amazing
real sex was, how great it was to make love to someone you ...  you really
liked a lot.  There was no comparison between holding his cock in his hand
as he jerked off, and having his cock buried inside Janet's hot, slippery
pussy.

   They continued like this for what seemed like forever, occasionally
kissing as they became lost in their growing excitement.  Ever so slowly
the pace increased till finally the excitement took over and Richard
started moving faster, almost pounding his cock into her cunt.  With each
stroke he could feel himself getting closer but it was Janet who peaked
first, moaning and gasping in orgasm as her body shuddered beneath him, her
cunt gripping his cock even tighter if that was at all possible.

   He tried to hold off, wanting this to last forever but the way her cunt
grabbed his cock as she came proved too much.  It started way down in his
cock, an almost painful tightening and then as he ploughed as far inside
her as he could it happened, the pain changed to absolute pleasure and
everything let go as he exploded, pumping spurt after spurt of come deep in
her grasping cunt.

   "Oh shit, yeah!  Coming.  Oh fuck.  Oh that's so good!  Oh yeah, so
fucking good!  Oh fuck you're so good!"

   He couldn't believe how much better it felt this time.  It was the most
intense feeling he'd ever known, a thousand times better than jerking off
and far better than any of the other comes he'd had with her.  The way her
cunt grabbed every inch of his cock, caressing it, squeezing it.  And
knowing he was inside her, knowing it was her perfect body under his, her
hard nipples against his chest, her mouth against his as their tongues
continued to duel.  Heaven!

   After the final spurt of come was wrung from his cock he collapsed on
top of her content to stay there forever with his cock deep inside her. 
Making love was so much more intense that just fucking!  So much more
fulfilling.  This was the way it would be from now on, that was for sure.

   When he'd come she'd really felt it happening inside her, his cock
growing bigger and then his stuff spurting out, filling her with come.  She
knew it should have felt horrible but like so many of the things he did to
her it didn't.  Instead it somehow made her feel fulfilled knowing she'd
made it happen.  And even having him lying on top of her felt good as his
body pressed her into the bed.

   Finally when his cock started to soften and he felt it being squeezed
out of her pussy he rolled off to lie alongside her, staring up at the
ceiling.

   When he rolled off and his cock left her she was sort of disappointed.
No, that was stupid she thought as she snuggled against him, her head now
resting in the crook of his arm with her cheek against his chest.  Of
course she wasn't disappointed, it was just that she couldn't help it if
her body liked the feel of his body.  After all, he had a good body.  He
wasn't too muscley, just nicely developed.  Bringing her hand over to his
chest she ran her fingers through the light scattering of blonde hairs. 
Nice.

   Further down she could see his cock, no longer hard but still not as
soft as it had been the other morning before he woke up.  It looked cute
like that, neither floppy and soft nor long and hard.  She actually had to
resist an urge to reach down and touch it, to find out what it felt like in
this half state.

   At first he liked it when she played with his chest but after a while he
started to get a but pissed off as he realized that this was pretty much
the first time she'd done something to him without him either having to
tell her or somehow push her to do it.  It was like he still had to do all
the work.  Or rather she'd only do something for him after he'd done it to
her and that was wrong.  He wanted her to do things without having to
prompt her all the time.

   It had been the same with his one and only real girlfriend.  In fact all
the girls he'd gone out with were like this.  You had to kiss them first
because they wouldn't initiate it.  It was so frustrating the way it always
seemed to be the guy trying to feel the girl, not the other way around. 
Always trying to encourage the girl to do more.  But it wasn't meant to be
like that with Janet because she was his slave.  She was meant to look
after him.  He'd even written something about it in the contract he'd got
her to sign.

   Okay, as much as he'd loved fucking her ...  no, making love to her just
then, it could have been better and he was in a position to make it better
because he was her master, not just her boyfriend.  He'd give her some
homework!  He'd pull up some of the sex stories he liked and get her to
read them.  The ones where the girls were really into having sex just as
much as the guys were.  Maybe then she'd get it.  Okay, which stories? 
Maybe Jack and Jake.  The girlfriend in that really got into sex.  Also
another fav was Firsts and maybe Callgirl Cheerleaders because most of
those girls seemed to really love sex.  That'd be a good start.

   Maybe he should punish her for not doing everything she could have. 
Yes, definitely.  She had to be punished for not trying hard enough to
please her master.  Plus she hadn't cleaned his cock after they'd fucked or
even thanked him for eating her like she was meant to.  He'd spank her on
the bum again although not too hard because he didn't really want to hurt
her too much, just make her realise that there were things she had to do if
she was going to be his slave, things she had to learn.

   "I'll be back in a second."

   Watching him leave she was reasonably confident things had gone okay. 
He'd sounded really happy and he hadn't called her any of those horrible
names.  In fact he hadn't called her any horrid names since before they
went to the movies, which had to be a good sign.  Maybe things were getting
better, maybe it was only going to be sex now and he wouldn't hit her
anymore.

   After a few minutes she started to feel a bit dumb just lying on the bed
waiting, especially as she was still around the wrong way with her head at
the foot of the bed.  She clambered off the bed but then didn't know what
to do so she just stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him to come
back.

   Oh wow, she was leaking!  This was too weird, there was a guy's come
leaking out of her, starting to dribble down her thigh.  She wasn't sure if
she should be totally grossed out or totally blown out by it.  Cupping her
hand between her legs she dragged her fingers through her pussy, gathering
some of the gooey mess.  Bringing her fingers up she studied the creamy,
sticky come.  Come.  Wow.  She had a guy's come on her hand.  She guessed
it was really a mix of his come and her juice.  She held it closer, taking
a really deep breath.  Mmmm.  Smelt good ...  sexy.

   Hearing a noise she panicked, not knowing what to do.  Last thing she
needed was for him to find her sniffing his come on her hands, he'd think
she was a total slut or worse.  With no time to get a tissue she put her
hands behind her back and desperately wiped her come covered fingers on her
bum.  Keeping her head down she stared at the floor as he came in and stood
in front of her.  The punishment book!  Shit, he had the book.  He was
going to hit her again, punish her, and she didn't know what she could
possibly have done to deserve it this time.  Oh, god, she was meant to
kneel down when he came into a room.  She dropped to her knees, hands still
behind her, squatting down in the ready position, making sure her legs were
spread and she was pushing her boobs out.

   "Good slave."

   When she knelt without being told to it was such an incredible power
rush.  His slave was kneeling to him, acknowledging his command over her!
Awesome!  The way she pushed her boobs out was so inviting, so tempting. 
Later though, he could play with them later.  At least she was remembering
to do some of the things he'd told her to do.  Moving over to the desk, he
picked up her contract before sitting on the end of the bed.

   "Got your punishment book slave.  Not too many things tonight.  I've
already written down everything I could think of.  Let's see, you forgot to
clean me didn't you?"

   Shit, she couldn't believe it.  How could she have been so stupid. 
She'd even been looking at his cock after they'd had sex, thinking about
touching it so how could she have forgotten she had to suck it clean.  Not
fair!

   "I'm sorry master.  Your slave is sorry!  Your slave forgot.  Look your
slave is doing it now master."

   Crawling between his legs she opened her mouth and took all his cock in,
his pubic hair tickling her lips.  As he told her the other punishments she
licked and sucked every bit of come she could find off his cock and balls.

   "Oh yeah, that's the way.  Keep doing it.  I'll still have to punish you
though so you won't forget next time but ...  whoa that looks good.  Feels
good."

   "Mmmm.  Yes master."

   "Okay, what else is there.  Yeah, you didn't thank me after I ate your
pussy or after we made ...  had sex.  The other thing is that um, you're
still not doing all the stuff in the contract.  Here.  Oh yeah, that's
good, that's real fucking good.  Oh yeah, clean my balls.  Umm, number
eight, well that's the thanking one.  Mostly number twenty five and twenty
six.  I will always respond fully both physically and verbally to whatever
my Master does with me and I must always feel and act sexual - I am a
sexual being.  You know?  You're not really doing that.  Like when we have
sex you're meant to do things to me without me telling.  You know, not just
lie there waiting for me to do things to you."

   It would have been nice to leave her kneeling there cleaning his cock
and balls for a lot longer but he really should punish her and get her
reading the stories.  Taking her head in his hands he pulled her away from
his crutch.

   "That's enough for now."

   "Yes master."

   "Yeah well anyway, punishment first and then I've got some stories I
want you to read.  Some homework for you.  Maybe that'll help you get what
I mean."

   "Yes master."

   "Okay slave, over my legs again.  Punishment will be four spanks for not
thanking me, two for not licking my cock and six for the contract stuff. 
Ten all up.  And remember you have to keep count and thank me after each
slap.  And I'm not going to bother about doubling them for your cheating.
Okay?"

   She stared up at him desperately wanting to beg him not to hurt her but
terrified that if she did he'd get angry and whip her.

   "Yes master."

   As she climbed up onto his lap she tried to stop her trembling.  Only
ten, that couldn't be too bad, especially if he was only going to use his
hand and didn't whip her.  Count them and thank him, count them and thank
him.  She'd make sure she didn't forget that otherwise he'd probably do it
all again.

   As she lay over his lap, her boobs pressing into his thigh, he stroked
her bum.  There were a couple of wet patches, probably from their juices he
thought as he smeared it across her twin globes.  Then he brought his hand
down for the first slap.

   "Ow!  One.  Thank you master."

   Although she'd cried out it was more a reflex cry rather than a cry of
pain.

   "Ah!  Two.  Thank you master."

   Again it didn't really hurt.  In fact none of them really hurt.  Either
he wasn't hitting her all that hard or else she was getting used to it
already.  Couldn't be that so he mustn't be hitting her too hard.  By the
time he'd landed the last slap her bum was feeling very warm though.  It
was a weird feeling, like nothing she'd ever felt before.  Sort of felt
good or at least didn't feel bad like when he used those horrible whips. 
Not that she'd ever want anyone to do this to her but it actually felt okay
being slapped like this.

   When he finished he played with her bum for a while.  It looked so good
with the red marks on it from her spanking.  He slipped a finger through
her crack, toying with her arse hole and then down to her wet pussy. 
Decisions.  Should they have sex again or should he get her reading the
stories.  The stories.  That way she'd maybe be even better when they next
had sex.

   "Okay slave, that's it.  Well, what do you say?"

   "Umm ...  thank you master for punishing your slave.  Um, your slave
will do her best to be good.  And, and thank you master for eating your
slave's pussy earlier and for, um, for coming in her."

   "Very good.  Okay, up you get.  Give me a couple of minutes to find the
stories I want you to read."

   Back at his desk he logged on and started searching for the stories he
wanted.  It didn't take him long before he had each set up in a separate
browser window.

   "Okay there are three stories I want you to read.  Kind of homework I
guess!  First read Jack and Jake, then The Firsts, and then Callgirl
Cheerleader."
   "Yes master."

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