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Subject: {ASSM} Schoolgirl Slave Chapter 18
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Date: Sat,  4 Jun 2005 11:10:03 -0400
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Schoolgirl Slave
By Fantasy Stories
(c) FantasyStories2000



   Chapter 18 - Finger Work

   They lay together for the longest time, slowly recovering, each lost in
their own thoughts.  Richard of course was in heaven, his face wrapped in
the biggest smile imaginable.  The girl of his dreams was now living his
dream and his life couldn't be anymore perfect.

   As for Janet while she wasn't exactly smiling she was feeling sort of
relaxed, almost content as she rested her head on his shoulder.  There was
a degree of security in finally understanding how to handle things with
him. It was almost as if she was the one in control.  If she followed his
rules plus made sure she took the initiative with sex, he'd be happy and if
he was happy, that should mean he wouldn't hurt her anymore.  Simple!  In
fact, she was pretty sure that one of his rules was about taking the
initiative so really all she had to do was follow the rules and it would be
okay.  Maybe she should look at the rules again to make sure she was
following them all.

   Shit!  Rules!  She was meant to thank him for letting her suck him off
but she'd forgotten and they must have been lying like this for at least
five minutes.  If she said it now, he might realise she'd forgotten and get
angry with her but if she didn't say it then he'd punish her for sure. 
Shit, shit, shit!

   Richard was luxuriating in the after glow of the ultimate blowjob,
coming in her throat.  He was also enjoying having her body on top of his,
her nipples like two pebbles pressing against his chest, his half hard cock
up against her slit.  As they lay there his hands idly roamed her back
finally making their way down to her bum.  Her back might be nice, but a
back was a back whereas her bum!  He didn't think he'd ever get bored with
touching it, feeling it, the way it curved up from her back then swept
down, either to her hips, her thighs or best off all, sweeping in to her
female centre.

   As his heart rate slowly returned to normal his mind churned over a
thousand thoughts and questions, the uppermost ones being about them, about
their relationship.  He continued to caress her bum as he slowly worked up
the courage to tell her how he really felt.  He knew it would change
things, but after what she'd just done, even what she'd just started doing
now, lovingly kissing his neck, he knew he had to tell her.

   "Mmmm."

   She moved along the side of his neck, working her way up to his mouth.
Almost instantly he could feel his cock returning to full hardness and when
her lips met his and their tongues started playing with each other his
stomach tightened and then started doing flip flops.  Yes, he was going to
tell her, he had to!

   "Thank you master.  Mmmm.  Thank you for allowing your slave to suck
your beautiful cock and, and thank you for coming in your slave's mouth. 
Mmmm.  Thank you master.  Your slave thanks you master."

   Her lips met his again and they continued kissing but this time he was
swept by a wave of panic, not pleasure, this time his stomach was sending
very different signals.  Master / slave.  That's what they were and he'd
forgotten, almost blowing everything in the process.  He'd almost told her
that he loved her.  God!  That was so close.  What a fucking idiot he'd
have looked, how fucking embarrassing it would've been.  Probably would
have fucking ruined everything!

   He'd convinced himself that she loved him because of what she was doing.
Bullshit, of course she didn't love him!  If anything, she hated him. 
After all a week ago he didn't exist as far as she was concerned and since
then he'd whipped her and raped her and forced her to do all sorts of
stuff. She was only doing this because he'd made her his slave, his slut,
his personal sex toy and he couldn't afford to forget that.  Sure, when she
behaved and did what she was meant to do, like she'd just done, he'd be
nice to her and treat her well, but telling her what he felt?  No, way! 
Even feeling it was stupid!

   Okay, he hadn't made a fool of himself, hadn't lost control so it wasn't
a problem.  Moving on, all he had to do was keep treating her like his
slave, his sex toy.  What did he want to do with his toy now?  With his
hands still gripping her bum, the answer was simple.  He wanted to play
with his toy, wanted to play with his slave's body, explore it again.  He
wanted to explore and examine a girl's body in ways that he'd never been
able to up till now.  That's what he wanted.

   She kissed him again as soon as she'd thanked him hoping that this would
stop him saying anything about how long she'd taken to do it.  She thought
it worked but she wouldn't really know till he made her write things in her
punishment book again.  Still she could hope, couldn't she?

   As she continued kissing him she became more and more aware of his cock,
pressing against her pussy.  She wasn't completely sure but she thought it
was getting harder which of course probably meant he wanted to fuck her. 
Okay, she could wait till he made a move or she could make a move herself.
Shit!  Knowing what she had to do and actually doing it were sometimes very
different things!  This was stupid.  All she had to do was lift her hips,
tilt forward and maybe reach back to guide his cock, then settle down again
and he'd be inside her.  Simple!

   Of course kissing him like this was also taking the initiative and
should make him happy so maybe she didn't need to do anything more.  It
wasn't as if she wanted to have sex with him so it would probably be best
to wait till she was sure that's what he wanted.  Yeah, that's what she'd
do and in the meantime she'd make sure the kiss was as good as she could,
with her tongue delving into his mouth, exploring it, dueling with his
tongue.

   Then she felt him moving his legs and that was enough to galvanize her
into action.  Reaching back between her legs she just managed to stroke the
top of his cock before he broke their kiss and rolled her over so she was
lying on her back and he was now on his side.  She waited for him to get on
top of her but he didn't, he stayed there lying alongside her, one hand now
stroking her hair while the other was playing with her boobs.

   "Have you come this morning?  No, of course you haven't, I know you
haven't, you were asleep most of the morning weren't you slave?  Um, what I
mean is like, would you like to come slave?"

   "Oh, umm, yes master ...  that is no, master, your slave hasn't come
and, um, I ...  um, she guesses she'd like to come master.  She doesn't
know master.  If that's what you want master that is."

   "Okay.  What if I finger you?  You know, finger fuck you?  Will you come
if I do that slave?"

   "Probably master."

   "Probably?"

   "Yes master yes.  I ...  your slave will come if you ...  if you
fingerfuck me ...  her."

   When he moved his hand down between her legs and cupped her pussy she
did her best to smile up at him.  Then as his fingers worked between her
pussy lips she remembered to give a little moan as she spread her legs
apart to give him easy access.

   "That's good.  Wow, you're so slippery down here, like your pussy's
really wet.  Fuck, is that normal?  No, it isn't is it.  Like you don't
walk around through the day with it wet like this do you?"

   Her face was suddenly burning, embarrassment flashing through her like a
flame with this further proof of what she really was.  Why did he have to
say things like that, have to push home to her what a slut she was because
who but a slut would be so wet, would have become so turned on by sucking
his cock.

   "You're wet because you're horny aren't you?  I mean that's why you get
wet isn't it?"

   "Um ...  yes master."

   "Far out.  So you got turned on sucking me off did you?  That's so cool,
that's great.  Look."

   He'd brought his hand up to her face and his middle finger was covered
in her juice.  Then he held his finger under his nose and inhaled.

   "Oh wow, you smell so good.  God I love it!"

   She watched transfixed as he licked along his finger.

   "Mmmm.  And you taste so good.  Your pussy has to be the best thing I've
ever tasted I reckon."

   He swiped his hand through her pussy again, gathering more of her juice
on her finger, this time bringing it up to her nose.

   "So, you like the smell?"

   Why did he have to do this, humiliate her like this.  It'd be okay if
she didn't like the smell, if she was nauseated by it because then she
could smile at him as she lied, telling him how much she liked it.  But she
couldn't lie, she could only smile as she told him the humiliating truth.

   "Yes master."

   "Cool!  What about the taste?  Do you love the taste of your pussy
juice, cause I sure do?"

   He wiped his finger over her lips and then slipped it into her mouth. 
Instinctively she sucked on his finger, her tongue cleaning it.

   "So, do you like it?  Well?"

   "Yes master.  Mmmm."

   He was kissing her as his hand went back down between her legs and this
time his finger slid into her pussy and he started fucking it in and out.
Yeah, way to go!  Fingering and playing with her cunt as much as he wanted
to, anytime he wanted to.

   For a couple of minutes he pistoned his finger in and out but then he
slowed and finally stopped.  This was wrong, this wasn't what he wanted to
do.  Well that wasn't true, he did want to do it, but not like this.  This
was so, so ...  mechanical or something the way he was jamming his finger
into her.  Didn't feel right at all.  What he wanted to do was give her the
best orgasm she'd ever had from being fingered, from masturbating.  He
wanted it to be even better than when she played with herself.  He wanted
her to love the things he did to her body the same way he loved what she'd
done for him.

   When he stopped fingering her, broke off their kiss and stared at her
she immediately assumed she'd done something wrong.

   "That was good master."

   "What?"

   "Umm ...  what you were doing ...  you know ...  felt good master."

   "Really?"

   He started moving his finger again, this time watching her face, looking
for her reaction.

   "Umm, yes master.  Good!"

   "So this is what you do?"

   "What master"

   "This is what you do is it?"

   "Yes, um ...  I ...  sorry master, you're slave ...  your slave doesn't
understand."

   "When you ...  you know, get yourself off?  This is how you do it?"

   "Umm ...  I don't know ...  I mean your slave ...  sorry master ... 
your slave means ...  not sure ...  not sure what you mean master.  Sorry
master ...  have I, I mean, sorry, your slave means, has your slave done
something wrong?  Master?"

   "No, no you haven't done anything wrong.  Look, stop saying your slave,
okay?  Say I again.  Okay."

   "Master?"

   Shit.  He hadn't meant to say that but it had been getting so annoying
hearing her call herself, or rather trying to call herself, slave all the
time.  It seemed to be getting in the way of them talking properly and
anyway it didn't sound right somehow.  Not that he wanted her to know that.
Now he'd have to cover it.

   "What I mean is, um, what I mean is you've been a good slave today, very
good.  So as a reward you don't have to call yourself slave.  But if you
stop being good then that might change, okay?"

   "Oh yes.  Thank you master.  Your ...  I'll be good, I promise master.
Thank you master."

   It seemed stupid but she really did feel grateful, really meant it when
she thanked him.  She almost felt like kissing him so he'd know how
grateful she was but she didn't because that would be ...  what did she
care what it would seem like to her.  He'd probably like it if she kissed
him and that was the important thing, to do the things he liked and keep
him happy.  Reaching up her arms encircled him and her lips locked onto
his, her tongue slipping deep into his mouth.

   Wow!  Not the reaction he was expecting.  As they kissed he wrapped his
arms around her and then rolled on top of her.  His cock was once more
pressed against her pussy and her ankles hooked over his shins, locking him
to her.  Finally they came up for a breath.

   "Hmm.  Nice." He kissed her on the nose.  "Very nice!  Now, where were
we?  I think I was asking you about how you get yourself off and, well, I
think you sort of sidetracked me!"

   "Sorry master."

   He lightly kissed her lips.

   "Don't be.  It was a very nice way to be sidetracked.  Still, I want to
know.  Okay, now what exactly do I want to know?  I know, when you do it
... when you masturbate, where do you do it?  In bed?"

   Before she could say anything he kissed her again.

   "Hmm, I love kissing you."

   "Yes master."

   "Yes master you love me kissing you?  Or yes master you masturbate in
bed?"

   "Oh, um yes master I ...  um ...  both master."

   "Good.  Hey and of course you masturbate in bed!  It's in your diary
isn't it.  Where else have you done it?"

   "Um ...  in the shower ...  and the bath."

   "And?  I know you did it at Julie's place when you watched the porno. 
Anywhere else?"

   "Not really master."

   "What?  Come on, where?"

   "...  School."

   "Wow!  Really?  Like when?  Where?"

   "Just once in the girls toilet."

   "Wow!  Fuck, from now on every time I go past them I'll be wondering if
there's someone in there playing with themself!  So, how often do you do
it?"

   "Don't know.  Few times a week maybe?  Every couple of days I guess?"

   "Shit, if I didn't do it at least once a day I'd think I was sick!  Hey,
what about your friends?  Do they masturbate?"

   "Don't know master."

   "Yeah that's right.  You don't talk about jerking off with your friends
do you?  Tell you what, if a guy ever tells you he doesn't do it, he's like
totally lying.  We all do it.  Hey, Kelly does it, didn't you say in your
diary?"

   "I don't know master.  I only thought she might."

   "Wow.  When I read that it was like, so hard to imagine Kel doing
something like that, you know?  Mind you it was hard to imagine you doing
it too I guess.  Although it was definitely fun to try imagining it!"

   Then he was moving off her, re-positioning himself to sit cross-legged
alongside her.

   "Okay.  It's night, you're in bed and you decide to, you know,
masturbate.  What do you do?"

   "Oh, um ...  I guess I normally sit up a bit."

   "Okay, do it then."

   She repositioned herself, half sitting, with pillows supporting her. 
She didn't want to do the next bit but realised she had to so she pulled
her feet up to near her bum and dropped her knees apart, spreading herself.
For a while Richard didn't say anything content to just looked at her body.

   "What next?  Cause I know you don't just finger yourself like I was
doing."

   "I, um, just touch myself, but not, um, not on my pussy yet, all around
to start with."

   She reached down to start but he stopped her.

   "No, I don't want you to do it, I want to do it for you.  You just have
to tell me what you do."

   When he released her hand, it was his that moved down, fingers extended
till he touched her just above her pubic hair and, with a feathery touch,
started lightly teasing her.

   "Like this?"

   "Um, yes, I ...  yes master."

   "No, you have to tell me.  Tell me what you like, how you like to touch
yourself.  What you do.  I want to know what feels good for ...  you know,
um, for girls.  Like I've seen lots of porn movies where the girls are
doing themselves, but most of them ...  well they don't look all that real,
you know?  Looks like they're doing stuff so it'll look good but ...  I
don't know.  Anyway, I want you to tell me what to do.  What you do. 
Everything, okay."

   "Okay, I'll, um, I'll try."

   This wasn't going to be easy.  In fact it felt like it would be
impossible to do what she now realised he wanted but what choice did she
have?

   "I normally touch myself lower, down, you know, um ...  like alongside
the lips.  On the sides though.  Not touching them.  Oh, yeah, there.  Um
...  probably a bit heavier ...  oh, yeah like that.  Oh, um, and up
higher, you know just above the ...  my thing ...  I mean my clitoris.  Not
on it but ...  yeah, that's it.  Oh, and I do that for a while I guess."

   "So like this?"

   "Yes, um ...  master."

   "Anything else."

   "Well, um, I guess ...  my boobs, nipples I mean.  Well and my boobs. 
With my other hand, I sometimes touch them.  I mean I do touch them.  Like
that, yes, that's just ...  I mean that's what I do."

   "And do you kiss your nipples?"

   "What?  No, how could I ...  Oh!"

   His right hand was between her legs, his left was playing with her left
tit and his mouth was gently sucking and licking her right nipple.  Now
that she was actually doing what he wanted, telling him how she
masturbated, it wasn't as hard as she thought it would be and it certainly
felt good.  Her eyes drifted shut as for the next couple of minutes she
surrendered herself to the tingling pleasures and slowly building passion
that his fingers and mouth were creating.  Then it was time to move on, to
tell him what she'd do next.  She had a moment of hesitation but pushed
over that, knowing that if he had to ask her what to do next it could be a
mark against her.

   "Then, after a while ...  um, I don't know how to ...  um, after a while
I sort of start to get, you know ...  wetter down ...  my, um pussy gets
wet, so ...  oh shit, um ...  I get my finger wet and then rub it up ... 
you know, rub it on my clitoris so I can play ...  touch it."

   "Like this?"

   "Oh, not so far ...  or ...  I mean ...  oh, doesn't matter ...  oh."

   "What?  Come on, I want to know.  Not so far what?"

   "I don't put my finger in so far ...  and only one finger, just like the
tip."

   "Oh ...  I thought ...  sorry.  I'll just ..."

   "No, it's okay.  Oh yes!"

   She jerked as a jolt of pleasure burst through her.  He'd twisted his
fingers around inside her, at the same time inadvertently brushing the head
of her clit with his thumb and it felt good, really good.  He froze, his
fingers still inside her.

   "You okay?"

   "Oh yes."

   "So was that good or bad?  I'm confused."

   "Good."

   "So two fingers inside your pussy is okay?"

   "Oh yes it was ...  I mean, um, yeah, I guess so."

   It was funny how a couple of words either way seemed to be able to
change things.  Her 'I guess so' was a real downer to him and he didn't
want that, he wanted her to really tell him.  Normally he wouldn't have
done anything of course apart from trying to hide his disappointment but
this wasn't normally, this was far from normal.  He was now a master and
this was his slave, so if he wasn't happy with something she did, all he
had to do was tell her and she'd fix it!  Sitting up he took his hands off
her tits and from between her legs.

   "Nope, not good enough.  You have to tell me everything and you're not
really doing that.  You can't start to say something and not finish.  Nope,
you've got to be, um, truthful.  Understand?  Well slave?"

   "Yes master.  Sorry master.  Your sla ...  I'll be truthful, really.  It
felt good.  When you had both fingers inside me, in my cunt, it felt really
good.  Even all the ...  I mean especially all the way in.  That was a, um,
a really good feeling.  And then when you touched my, my clit, that was
great master.  Oh, yes, good."

   "You like me doing that?"

   "Yes I like you, you fingering me master."

   "That's better.  So what do you do next?"

   "I touch the outside of my clitoris, my clit, with, um, with the wet
stuff, you know, from my um pussy.  Just play with that for a while. 
Sometimes I have to get more of the wet stuff ..."

   "Pussy juice."

   "More pussy juice, sorry master.  To keep it, um, slippery?  If it's dry
it doesn't feel as good."

   "So how long to you do this for?  Like how long till you come?"

   "Depends.  Oh.  Sometimes I make it last more than other times."

   "What's the quickest?"

   "Few minutes I guess, I mean, yes, a few minutes if I'm ...  when I'm
already feeling, you know ...  turned on."

   "And how long otherwise?"

   "I don't know.  I'm sorry master, I've never like timed it.  Fifteen
minutes maybe?  Maybe more."

   "Yeah, that's okay.  So should I be quick or slow?"

   "Oh ...  whatever you want master."

   "But what would you like?"

   "...  slow?"

   Richard had every intention of taking it slow.  In fact if the longest
she'd taken to come was fifteen minutes he wanted to see if he could make
it last longer.  He wanted to be so good at masturbating her that she was
screaming for release like in the stories he read!  That would be so cool!

   He kept his eyes on hers as he reached out again, his fingers finding
the silky hair of her bush before moving further down till he was trailing
them along the outside of her pussy carefully avoiding her clit.  He did
this for a while, almost challenging her to look away but she didn't, she
returned his stare, occasionally smiling at him but it was a tight smile,
contrived.  Finally he moved a finger to her centre, slipping back into her
pussy and she gasped, taking in a deep breath, which pushed her tits up.

   The movement caught his attention and he brought his other hand back
into play, brushing over her hard nipple, pleased when she moaned slightly.
It was good watching her face, taking in her reactions especially as they
seemed to become more and more real.  Now he brought his finger out of her
pussy up to just above her clit and started rubbing it back and forth over
the hood.  This seemed to get a reaction from her as her eyes half closed
and her mouth opened, tongue touching her lips.  The invitation was too
tempting and he bowed down to her kissing her once again, their tongues
playing with each other.

   As they kissed she felt it would be safe to close her eyes and this
meant she was really able to concentrate on what his fingers were doing. 
Even when he broke the kiss she kept her eyes closed, focusing on the
feelings.  He was being gentle which was so nice.  No, better than nice, it
was good, really good.  Exciting even when he was gentle to her.  His
fingers were so good teasing her nipple, sometimes barely touching it,
other times holding it and twisting around it.  Further down his other hand
was creating real havoc on her pussy.  It was sort of different to how she
did it but it wasn't bad different.  It was good different, maybe even
better than when she masturbated.  Not knowing exactly where his fingers
were going to be at any given moment was great, kept her anticipation
building.

   She lost track of the time as she gave into the sensations, waiting for
the moment when he would touch her clitoris.  Finally however she realised
he must be waiting for her, that she was meant to tell him what to do next.


   "Mmm, then I play with my, um, my clitoris.  Ohhh, yes!  Like that, oh!"

   While he'd been playing with her pussy lips and the area just above her
clit he'd watched mesmerized as her clit poked out from the skin that
covered it.  It was this little, delicate looking, pink bud.  So sexy!  He
wanted to touch it, play with it but waited till she told him to.  The wait
was definitely worth it though if her moan and the way she momentarily
lifted her hips off the bed when he finally brushed his finger over it was
anything to go by.

   Then it really started and it was as if he could play her body like an
instrument by varying what he did to her clit.  The lightest of touches and
she'd hold her breath, her body tightening up.  Using his nail meant little
twitches accompanied by sort of squeaking sounds.  A firmer touch circling
around and around meant that her hips would undulate as she almost hummed.
When he held it between his thumb and two fingers and lifted, she'd gasp
and push her hips up off the bed.  The best though was when he brushed his
fingers rapidly across the head and she'd grab the bedclothes as her body
started jerking and her moans grew very loud.

   Janet couldn't believe it.  When she masturbated she mostly rubbed her
fingers over her clitoris getting faster and faster till she came.  She
didn't do anything more than that, certainly none of the things Richard was
doing.  It was amazing, she'd get closer and closer then he'd start a
different pattern and she'd drop down again, only to head back up.  And
each time it was as if the point at which she was going to come became
higher and higher till she thought she was going to explode if he didn't
let her actually come.

   This was the most fun ...  no, not fun ...  the most intense, enjoyable,
exhilarating thing he'd ever done to someone.  That he could make her body
react like this just by using his fingers on her was awesome.  He wanted to
feel her cunt again though, wanted to have both hands touching her
beautiful pussy.

   "What?  No ...  what ...  ummm ..."

   Her eyes sprang open almost in shock.  His hands were gone and she
wanted them back.  He was moving, leaving her ...  no, he was just getting
between her legs, kneeling there, staring at her pussy.  Her mind was
practically screaming 'touch me, touch me'.  Through half hooded eyes she
watched as his hands came to her knees and she dropped them down till they
were on the bed, spreading herself as wide as possible.  Maybe he was going
to fuck her instead of using his hands.  That'd be okay, as she knew she'd
come from that, probably within seconds, just as long as he didn't leave
her like this!

   His new position was better except that with her beautiful pussy spread
out in front of him he had an almost overwhelming urge to throw her legs
over his shoulders, lock his mouth on her pussy and bury his tongue as far
as he could up her cunt.  Later maybe.  He really did want to get her off
by masturbation.  Also she hadn't showered yet and he was still sort of
unsure about eating her when there was probably lots of his come still
inside her from last night.

   A hand on each of her knees he slowly trailed his fingers along them
pressing her legs into the bed till he reached her pussy again.  One hand
went back to her clit while the other went lower, his middle finger easily
slipping into her.  She was wet, really wet!  He started working on her
clit again, as he slowly moved his other finger in and out of her cunt,
lost in the tightness, the wetness and most especially the mystery of it.

   Until a few days ago whenever he jerked off he'd always imagined a cunt
as being a sort of straight tube that opened and closed and that was it. 
But it wasn't some boring old tube, it was so much more interesting than
that with its mysterious folds and muscles.  Also, in the hundreds of
stories he'd read they all seemed to talk about tight cunts and he'd been
expecting some kind of death grip that he'd have to fight against but it
wasn't at all like that, certainly not with Janet.  Her cunt might be
tight, at least with his limited experience he was pretty sure it was, but
it was a wonderful tightness that held him no matter if he was putting one
finger into her or his cock, but at the same time as it gripped him, it
also let him move so beautifully up into her body.

   As he continued to play with her she started responding and was soon
quivering and shaking again, moaning constantly.

   "So, are you close?"

   "Mmm, yes ...  close."

   "Good.  Hey, play with your tits."

   "What?"

   "Your tits.  Play with them.  Come on, you said you play with your tits
when you masturbate."

   "Oh, yes ...  oh!"

   This was good, both hands!  She could play with both nipples.  Normally
she'd have to alternate because one hand would be down at her pussy.  She'd
try to use her arm to brush the nipple she couldn't touch, but this way she
could tease and tweak both at the same time.  Heaven!

   "Oh god!"

   He'd pushed a second finger into her cunt, easily sliding it in as she
opened to him, her cunt's wonderful folds molding to his fingers.  He
started scissoring and twisting his fingers, creating a squishing sound
from her cunt juice as he pumped in and out.  Her moans were constant now,
rapidly rising in volume as his fingers started moving over her clit in a
blur.

   "When are you going to come?  Janet?"

   "What?  Oh, soon, yeah, soon.  Omigod!"

   He'd managed to slide his little finger at least an inch into her arse
and that was the final trigger.

   "Oh yes!  Oh shit!"

   She gripped her nipples as tightly as she could as her body seemed to
explode, shattering into a million pieces.  Her legs snapped out to the
side then back in, gripping his body as hers started shaking
uncontrollably.

   Her normal things when she masturbated was that as soon as her orgasm
started she'd stop playing with herself and hold her pussy tightly,
pressing against her clitoris as the orgasm surged through her.  Richard
however kept fucking his fingers into her and whipping them across her
super-sensitive clit.  So instead of quickly peaking and dying away, the
waves of pleasure kept coming, getting more intense with each wave.  She
let go of her boobs and reached out to grab his head, her fingers gripping
his hair, her body leaning forward as she instinctively pushed her hips up,
trying to get his fingers further into her pussy.

   "Oh god.  Yes.  Oh shit!"

   Tears trickled down her cheeks as the pleasure kept rocking through her
but still he didn't stop, in fact he sped up his fingers until finally she
knew she couldn't bear the intensity of this pleasure anymore.  Letting go
of his head she clamped her hands over his, desperately stopping him from
fingering her anymore as her body continued to spasm and twitch.

   Through all this Richard had watched in total amazement.  This was
unlike anything he'd seen either over the last few days with Janet or on
any of the many porn clips he'd watch online.  It was awesome and he'd made
it happen!  He'd given her this orgasm.  Wow!  It was so beautiful that he
didn't even mind when she grabbed his hands to stop him fingering her.

   She twitched and moaned for a few minutes more, still holding his hands,
her forehead pressed against his shoulder.  Finally however it was over and
she collapsed, curling around on her side into an almost foetal position.
Her limbs were like jelly, her mind blank and she felt as if she was
floating on clouds.  She was vaguely aware of an emptiness when his fingers
finally left her, thinking that it would have been nice for them to stay a
little longer.

   After she'd collapsed he'd waited a while before carefully pulling his
fingers from her cunt.  They were so wet, covered in her juice, which was
almost a milky color this time.  He lifted his fingers to his nose,
inhaling deeply.  It was like getting a hit from a drug, experiencing a
sudden rush through his body.  Moving his fingers to his mouth he licked
off every last trace of her, savoring the exquisite taste.

   Looking down at her he stroked her beautiful hair and shoulder.  She
looked so peaceful, so perfect.  All he wanted to do was keep her like
this, his beautiful Janet, the person he so totally wanted to love and
protect.

   "You're so beautiful.  That was so amazing.  When you come it's like
wow! Like the most amazing thing ever."

   She didn't answer him but that was okay as he wasn't even sure if she
heard him.  For the moment he was happy to just be with her, sort of
sharing in this with her, watching her breathing slowly return to normal,
loving the occasional tremors that still went through her limbs.

   Finally consciousness started to seep back in and she became aware of
her surroundings.  That had been without a doubt the most intense come
she'd ever had, probably even better than when he'd used his mouth on her
although that was also a pretty amazing way to come.  If this was what
being a slave was all about, having orgasm's like this, then being a slave
wouldn't be too bad.  Of course it wasn't about this really, it was about
being forced to do things, being hurt for not doing every little thing he
wanted.  Shit, like thanking him!  Second time today she'd almost forgot.
She turned to him, struggling to find her voice.

   "Thank you master.  Thank you for ...  making me come like that master."

   "Hey, my pleasure.  Was it good?"

   "Yes master."

   "So, um, I did it right?  You know, like, did it how you do?"

   "Umm ...  yes."

   "What?"

   "Well it was ...  it was, um, different."

   "Oh."

   "No, it was good.  I mean.  Well it was ...  it was better."

   "Better?  Like better than when you ..."

   "Oh yes, much ...  I've never, you know, for so long."

   "Come?  You're kidding.  Really?  So I ...  Wow that's so cool!"
   "Yes master."

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