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[STORY] Warmth of a Touch, by Eric Storm (formerly Net Wolf) [1 / 15]
(first, inc, mc, rom, teen, etc...)


********** STORY INFORMATION **********

Warmth of a Touch
by Eric Storm (formerly known as Net Wolf)
(C)2005 by Eric Storm

Chapter 1 of 15

Genres: Drama, Science Fiction
Code(s) Used: ds, first, inc, mc, reluc, rom, sm, teen, viol
Pairings Used: 3+, MF, fF, fM

Martin Gallagher, college student and quiet teen, suddenly
discovers the family secret. He has been given this new power
to attract women with little more than a touch, but it makes
him uncomfortable. What makes it worse is what he's told he's
supposed to do with it. Will he manage to adjust and accept it?

***************************************

This story will be posted in its entirety, one chapter a day.
If you do not wish to wait, or you want to read my other stories,
you may go to my website at http://storm.wolfpub.org .  If you
wish to read the other authors at The Mystic Wolf Pub, the base
address is http://www.wolfpub.org .  I hope you enjoy the story.

************** THE STORY **************


                 --===Warmth of a Touch, Chapter 1===--

Chapter 1



    "Dammit!" screamed Martin, throwing the Calculus book
across his dorm room.  It made a loud thump as it slammed into the
wall
and slid to the floor.

    Shortly after this, while Martin was banging his head on
his desk in frustration, there was a knock at the door.  Martin
hollered, "Yeah!"

    The door swung open to reveal Sarah, a curvaceous blonde
with hair down to the middle of her back.  Her green eyes sparkled
intensely, and her mouth was usually turned up in a playful grin.

    But not now.

    "Marty?  Are you okay?  I thought I heard-"  Martin just
pointed to the book lying on the floor.  "Oh.  I don't think you can
bang the information into your head that way, though.  How long have
you been at this?"

    "Fifteen weeks."  It was a feeble attempt at humor.  Sarah
laughed dutifully.  When she was done, he said, "Four hours today.
I've spent the last hour on one damned problem."  Martin knew he
wasn't
stupid, but the load at the New Mexico School of Science was not
light.  On top of the Calculus homework he still had to finish, he had
a Calculus exam on Wednesday, a Comp & Rhet paper due in two weeks,
and
a report to do for his History class by Friday.  He hadn't expected
college to be a breeze, but he was becoming overwhelmed.

    Martin Gallagher came from a simple, middle-class family.
His parents had raised him to take responsibility for himself and his
younger sister, Becca.  Though he had no proof, it was Martin's belief
that his father and uncle were into something highly illegal.  It was
just the way they acted, keeping secrets and having conversations
solely in private.  And then there were the women that always seemed
to
be hanging around the house.  Martin's mother introduced them as
"family friends," but Martin didn't buy that for a minute.  He also
knew that his father had a reputation in the neighborhood: you didn't
mess with Trenton Gallagher if you wanted to be able to walk in the
morning.

    Unfortunately, none of this helped Martin to deal with his
current crisis.  There was no way he could allow himself to flunk his
first semester of school.  His mother would be disappointed, sure, but
his father would be pissed.

    Martin was afraid of his father.

    Sarah brought him back to the present when she shook him by
the shoulder.  "Marty!  Snap out of it!  You are way too overworked.
Four hours is too much time to be staring at a book.  You need to get
out, socialize once in a while."

    Sarah Rivers was a junior at NMSS, and Martin had never
quite figured out why she hung around him.  She looked after him like
some sort of guardian.  She was always giving him advice, which he
rarely listened to, but she gave anyway.  And now she was giving good
advice.  He knew it.  He leaned back in his chair.

    "You're right, Sarah, but I've *got* to pass this.  I'm
just barely clinging to my 'C' as it is.  This stuff just doesn't make
any sense to me."

    "Well, staring at it until your eyeballs fuzz over isn't
going to help.  When was the last time you were on a date?"  This was
the sort of question Sarah didn't hesitate to ask.  Martin had thought
of asking her out once or twice, but he figured she'd say no, and he
didn't want to spoil their friendship.

    "Couple of weeks ago, I guess."

    "Jesus, Marty!  You've been cooped up in this room too
much.  You need to relax a little.  Go have some fun.  Go play some
pool down in the game room or something.  Then come back and give it
another shot.  Your brain needs to recharge.  Go do something that
doesn't require thinking."

    "I suppose I could go eat.  Wanna join me?"

    "Can't tonight.  Got a date.  But go find someone, like
Pete or Chris.  Better yet, go find a girl to have dinner with.  You
need to be around people more often.  Well, gotta run.  Catch ya
later!" she called as she breezed out the door.

    *She's right.  I've spent all of my time lately either
here, in the library, or in class.  I haven't had any kind of real fun
in weeks.  Even my last date was a bust, and that was probably my
fault.*  Martin had not gone on many dates.  Though he was fairly fit,
and his looks were not unattractive at 5' 6" tall, curly black hair
and
strong features, he was rather shy and socially awkward, and didn't do
well at parties or get-togethers.  Most of his dates didn't go well.

    *Come to think of it, I am pretty hungry.  I wonder if Pete
has eaten yet.*



-----



    On his way to Peter's room, Martin encountered his other
friend.  "Hey, Chris.  You eaten yet?"

    "Nah, was just about to.  What about you?"

    "I was just gonna see if Pete wanted to go with me."

    "You'll have to put up with Ms. Saran Wrap."  *Ms. Saran
Wrap* was Peter's girlfriend, Jennifer.  They started calling her that
because she was a very clingy person.  Rarely was she away from Peter
more than the length of a class.

    "Yeah, well.  At least she's fun to look at, right?"  They
both chuckled about that as Martin knocked on Pete's door.  When Peter
opened the door, Martin could see Jennifer sitting on Pete's bed.  She
appeared to be either asleep or meditating.  Martin took a quick
moment
to admire her.  Jennifer Sarento had straight black hair that she kept
short.  It accentuated her round face, large brown eyes, and small,
upturned nose to give her a very girlish appearance.  This image was
betrayed, however, by her ample bust.  Martin shook himself from his
reverie.

    "Hey, Pete.  Wanna go to dinner?"

    Peter glanced over his shoulder.  "Um... just a sec."  He
walked over and spoke to Jennifer.  She didn't respond at all.  When
he
touched her lightly, her eyes opened, and she wrapped her arms around
him.  After a quick kiss, they spoke briefly.  Then Peter returned to
his friends.  "Sorry, guys, but Jen isn't hungry yet."

    The three had stepped into the hallway to speak without
being heard.  "Man," Chris said, "When are you going to get rid of
that
chick?  She's killing your grades, ya know."  Peter had started the
year off with excellent grades, but Jennifer demanded so much of his
time that those grades had slipped rather badly.

    "I know, I know.  But I can't seem to convince her to go
away.  Every time I try to break up with her, she talks me out of it."

    "You're gonna have to do it if you want to stay at this
school, Pete.  Your grades are almost as bad as mine," Martin said.

    "Let's not get extreme now," Chris quipped.  Martin shoved
him playfully.

    "Okay, guys.  I know.  If you guys have any suggestions as
to how to get rid of her, I'm all for it.  The last time I tried to
tell her we were through, she pretended the conversation didn't
happen.  I just don't have the heart to be cruel about it, I guess."

    Martin knew that wasn't the only problem.  Peter was not
exactly attractive.  He was nearly six feet tall, but he was at least
fifty pounds overweight.  He still had acne pretty bad, and he wore
glasses.  Martin knew that he was probably more concerned with the
fact
that he'd have trouble finding another girlfriend.

    "You're gonna have to do something, Pete.  I'd be surprised
if they don't put you on probation after this semester," Chris told
him.

    "Yeah, well, maybe I'll get some ideas over Christmas
vacation."

    "Right.  Well, I'm getting hungry, so I guess we'll see you
later, Pete.  Try not to suffocate, okay?"  Martin and Chris laughed
as
they walked away, and Peter returned to his room.



-----



    Chris and Martin chatted about many things throughout
dinner, but inevitably, their conversation came back around to the
subject of Peter and Jennifer.  Chris and Martin both thought of Peter
as a friend, and, as such, they felt it was their responsibility to
look after him when he chose to do stupid things, like continuing to
see Jennifer.

    "She really is sort of a bitch, ain't she?" Chris asked.

    "I suppose.  She's been nice enough to me, so long as I
don't try to take Pete away from her.  She sure as hell is nice to
look
at, though."

    Chris laughed.  "Yeah, I guess she is.  You think that's
why Pete won't let go?"

    "Part of it.  Plus, I think *he* thinks he can't get
another girlfriend.  Besides, rumor has it they're doing it on a
regular basis."

    "Where in the hell did you hear that?"

    "Pete's roommate, where else?"  Martin smiled.  "Basically,
Pete kicks him out of the room for about an hour every few days, he
says."

    "Damn.  I wonder if she's any good?"

    "Who knows?  If she was just a little less overbearing, I
wouldn't mind finding out, though.  But this sort of talk isn't
helping
us to find a way to get them apart."

    Chris stared into the distance for a few seconds before
answering, "Maybe it is.  If *we* find her that attractive, even
knowing what she's like, then maybe we can find someone else to fix
her
up with."

    "There's an idea!  Hmm.  How do we find someone she'd like,
though?  I mean, why did she get hooked up with Pete?"

    "They met before they came here, some state competition or
other."

    "Oh.  Well, it's something to think about, anyway."

    "Yeah."

    Having come to a decision of sorts, they finished up their
dinner, and went off to play some pool.



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    Martin did manage to set aside more time to relax for the
next few days, but his tension was still mounting.  He was scared
stiff
about his Calculus exam.  By Tuesday, he was so frazzled, he knew
better than to study anything more.  Chris found him in the weight
room.  Lifting weights was Martin's favorite way of releasing
tension.
Or, at least, that was the idea, but it wasn't working today.

    "Hey, Marty.  Still buzzed about that test tomorrow?"

    "Thanks a lot, Chris.  I'm trying to forget it exists at
the moment."

    "Well, I've got just the thing for you, then. 'Midnight
Passage' is playing at the theater.  It's a good way for us to relax."

    "That's the new Seagal film, right?"  Chris nodded.  "Okay,
yeah.  I can't study tonight, anyway, or I'll blank tomorrow.  And I
need a release.  Why don't we see if Pete wants to join us?"

    "Okay, but you know he'll bring *her* along."

    "Come on, Chris.  She's not that bad.  Do you really hate
her that much, or are you just jealous because you don't have a
girlfriend?"  Chris' lack of a comeback was all the answer that Martin
needed.  "Yeah, that's what I thought.  Let's go."



-----



    After Martin had showered and dressed, he joined Chris, and
they went over to Pete's room.

    "Hey, Pete.  'Midnight Passage' is playing at the theater,
and we were wondering if you wanted to go."

    "Really?  I've been waiting for that one!  Hey Jen, you
want to go see 'Midnight Passage'?"

    "Peter, why would you wanna see that garbage?  Really,
there's a *good* movie on TV.  Why don't you stay home and watch it
with me?"

    Pete looked to his two friends.  Martin just shook his head
'no'.  Chris just stared at him.  Pete made up his mind.

    "Well, I want to see this movie.  You're welcome to come
along if you like.  Otherwise, I'll see you later."

    "Fine, let's *go*," she huffed, grabbing her coat and
pushing past the others out the door.  Chris and Martin just stared at
Pete.

    "I know, guys, I know," he said quietly, as they all
followed her down the hall.



-----



    The movie was great.  It was just the stress relief that
Martin needed.  He could tell, though, that Peter just couldn't enjoy
the film.  Every time he looked over at Jen, she had her arms folded,
and had a distinct frown on her face.  She tolerated Pete's arm around
her shoulders, but made no move to lean into him.

    *Oh, well,* Martin thought.  *If she wants to be a bitch,
that's Pete's problem for not dumping her.*  He wasn't going to let
her
upset his night.

    They went out for pizza after the movie, during which Jen
warmed up enough to speak to Pete, though she deliberately ignored
Martin and Chris.  Pete just looked at them, and they just shrugged.

    Things almost got ugly when it came time to order the
pizza.  Jen was insisting on olives, but nobody else there, including
Pete, liked them.

    "How can you people eat pizza without olives on it?" she
asked incredulously.

    "Um... happily?" Chris quipped.  Peter shot him a dirty
look.

    "Look, Jen, it's not fair to the others to order something
they don't like."

    "Oh, I see.  But it's fair to order something *I* don't
like?"

    "Jen, be reasonable."  Chris and Martin had backed away.
They'd already had their say in what they wanted, and this was between
the couple.

    "Why is it that when I want something my way, I'm being
unreasonable, but when you want it your way, it's just normal?"  She
was fuming now.

    "Jennifer-" Pete began, but she was walking toward the door.

    "I'm going back to my room, Peter.  If you really care
about me, you'll follow."  With that, she walked out.  Peter started
to
follow her, but Chris and Marty were behind him by now, and grabbed
both of his arms.

    "If you follow her, Pete," Martin said, "I will personally
deck you.  Go sit down."

    Peter, knowing his friends were right, went and joined them
at the table.  The rest of the evening was quite enjoyable.  The three
laughed and talked for a couple of hours.  Finally, they decided to
call it a night, and head home.

    Martin left Peter at his door, and continued walking down
the hallway.  As he reached his own door, he heard behind him, in a
very soft and sultry voice, "I've been waiting for you, baby.  Come to
your Jenny-girl."  He turned to see the door close and lock.

    *Fool.*



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    The next day, Martin saw Pete drag into class.  As he
walked by Martin's chair, Martin said, "Late night, buddy?"

    Pete looked at him balefully.  "Don't start with me today,
Martin.  I don't need your grief *and* Dr. Preston's test."

    Dr. Preston was their Calculus professor.  In her late
twenties, she was just recently awarded her doctorate.  Martin had
long
thought it was highly unfair for such a beautiful woman to also be so
damned smart.  Lianna Preston had shoulder-length brown hair,
beautiful
green eyes, and the sweetest mouth Martin could imagine.  She also had
the kind of body wet dreams are made of, with firm breasts, a tight
ass, and legs from here to eternity.  She was also known for being
cold
and dispassionate when it came to her students.  Martin didn't know
whether that was because she was new as a professor, or because she
was
arrogant, but he just wished she wouldn't make her tests so tough.

    For the next fifty-five minutes, Martin's brow was furrowed
as he tried to make sense of the strange symbols on the paper.  He
could feel a cold ball of acid in his stomach as he wiped the sweat
from his forehead.  This test was a cast-iron sonofabitch, and Martin
was beginning to wonder if he'd survive it.  At the end of the period,
Dr. Preston called for the tests.  Martin looked at his paper.  Of the
twenty questions on the test, there were still two completely
unanswered.  As he handed in his paper, he felt his stomach lurch.  He
made it to the restroom just in time, and he vomited into the nearest
toilet.

    *Damn it.  I should have been able to at least finish!*
Martin had not scored better than an eighty on any of her tests, and
the two blank questions meant that the highest grade he could get at
all was a ninety, and that would be a complete miracle.  *Maybe I
could
become a trash collector instead of a meteorologist...*



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    For the next two days, Martin felt blessed that he still
had a lot of work to do.  It kept his mind off his Calculus test,
which
would be returned on Friday.  Martin honestly didn't know how he'd
done, but he feared the worst.

    Finally, he trudged into Calculus class on Friday with all
the enthusiasm of a man going to the gallows.  He plopped down in his
seat and waited for the pronouncement of his doom.  Dr. Preston began
passing the papers back as soon as the majority of the students were
seated.  Martin wasn't sure if it was good news that she moved to his
desk so soon after starting.  She set his paper on his desk, face-down
as usual.  She said nothing as she did so, which was unusual.  Usually
she would make snide comments about really bad papers, and his was
usually one of the worst.

    He turned the paper over.  The score was there, circled in
her usual red ink: 64/D.  There was an additional message this week.
It read, "You can do better than this, Mr. Gallagher, if you'd only
apply yourself."  *If I apply myself any harder, I'm gonna have an
aneurysm.  What does she want from me?*

    Martin suffered through the class, trying to take notes,
but finding it hard to focus on her words with the thought of failing
in his first semester.  It wholly consumed his mind, and the only
thing
he came back to was, *I wonder where Dad will bury my body?*

    Eventually, the class was over, and the students filed
out.  Martin didn't have any more classes that day, and he wanted to
speak with Dr. Preston about her comment.  He waited until the
classroom was nearly empty, and then approached her.

    "Dr. Preston?"

    "Yes, Mr. Gallagher?  What can I do for you?"

    "It's about my grades, ma'am.  I was wondering if there was
any way I could improve them.  Or if it would be possible for me to
take an incomplete this semester, to give me a chance to make this up
next term."

    "A little late to be worrying about it now, isn't it Mr.
Gallagher?  You should have seen this coming.  Your grades haven't
been
spectacular at all this semester.  Maybe you should study more."

    "Ma'am, no offense, but I've been studying Calculus to the
detriment of my other classes.  I put in about three to four hours a
day on your class alone."  That, he saw, stopped her in her tracks.

    "Three hours a *day*?"

    "Yes, ma'am."

    "What about getting a tutor?"

    "Three times a week.  That's on top of my studying.  And
that's the most they'll let me have; I checked."

    Dr. Preston stared at him for a moment.  She realized for
the first time that his grades weren't due to lack of effort, but lack
of understanding.  Lack of effort was something she refused to
tolerate.  Lack of understanding she considered a personal failure on
her part.  She felt the need to apologize to the young man.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Gallagher.  I've only been teaching for a
year now, but in my experience, grades like yours *usually* mean the
student isn't trying.  I had assumed this was the case with you, as
well.  For that, I apologize."  As was natural for her, she rested her
hand lightly on his forearm, as a gesture of support and
encouragement.

    That's when it happened.

    Martin felt a warmth flow over his body, and then it
concentrated into his arm, right under the spot where Dr. Preston was
touching him.  He could actually feel that wave of warmth pass into
her
hand.  Then another wave passed over him the same way.  It was not in
any way unpleasant, except that it was hardly expected.  He twitched
slightly in surprise as he felt the first wave, but settled into the
pleasantness as the waves continued.

    Lianna Preston felt the warmth enter her hand.  It moved up
her arm, across her shoulders, and then flowed down over her entire
body, as if she were immersed in a flood of soothingly warm water.
The
warmth settled into her breasts first, and made them tingle, instantly
hardening her nipples.  Next it settled into her pussy, causing her to
become wet just as quickly.  She had touched Martin only as a friendly
gesture, but she realized that her hand had remained in contact for
much longer than was appropriate.  Still, it felt so *good...*

    By a sheer force of will, Dr. Preston managed to pull her
hand away.  The warmth stopped flowing into her, but it took a great
deal of time for the effect to fade at all.  She tried to steady her
voice as she spoke to her student.  "Um... Mr. Gallagher, I don't
normally do this, but I take it as a personal failure when one of my
students doesn't understand what I'm teaching.  I think I should
provide you with some one-on-one instruction, to see if I can't make
the concepts more clear to you on that level."  She took his notebook
from him, and wrote something down, closing it and handing it back to
him.  "That's my address.  Be there tonight at seven.  Is that
convenient for you?"

    Martin had felt the warmth stop passing through him almost
immediately when she let go of him, but he was still a little startled
at what had happened.  He also didn't understand just what the hell
*had* happened.  But he regained his composure as she spoke to him.
"Yes, ma'am, seven o'clock is perfect for me.  Thank you for taking
your time to see me."  Martin collected his books, and left.

    Lianna Preston groaned.  *My God, what's wrong with me!*
She left the lecture hall, and found the nearest restroom.  She
fingered herself to three orgasms before she felt composed enough to
leave.



-----



    Martin, having the relief of knowing that his teacher was
willing to help him with his troubles, was able to relax for the
afternoon.  He had a good workout to clear his mind out, and then a
long, hot shower.  He ate a light dinner, and then got dressed.  He
was
heading out the door when he ran into Sarah.

    "Hey, Marty!" she greeted.  "Got a hot date, huh?" she
teasingly nudged him with her elbow.

    Martin blushed slightly, but said, "Nah, just going to
study Calculus some more."

    "I thought your tutoring sessions were in the afternoons."

    "They are.  I have a new arrangement with a special school
tutor."

    "Who, then?"

    "Dr. Preston agreed to tutor me personally."

    "The Ice Queen?  What are you blackmailing her with?"
Sarah laughed.  "Well, don't work too hard.  Later."

    "Yeah, later, Sarah."  Martin walked out of the dorm
whistling a tune.



-----



    Lianna Preston was not in as chipper a mood.  She had
suffered through a miserable afternoon.  She'd had three more classes
to teach after Martin's, and she'd only managed with difficulty to
keep
her hands off of herself during them.  She'd had to masturbate again
once she'd gotten home, and again while she was showering.  Still, she
was horny, and she didn't understand what was making her that way.

    Until the doorbell rang.

    Standing on the other side of the door, she knew, was just
Martin Gallagher, a student with difficulty understanding Elementary
Calculus.  So why, she wondered, did her heart race and her face flush
with the thought of him being so near?

    She opened the door to admit him, and she knew upon seeing
him that it was indeed him who had her so aroused all afternoon.  She
managed with difficulty to say, "Come in, Mr. Gallagher," without her
voice wavering.  She closed the door and locked it without much
thought.  She directed him to the dining room table, and went into the
kitchen to get them both a soda.



-----



    Martin had been startled at Dr. Preston's appearance when
she opened the door.  She was wearing a loose sweater, and tight
jeans,
and she looked like some sort of model.  It was a far cry from the
business suit attire she chose to wear to class.  When she ushered him
into her home, he noted that, though small, the apartment was
definitely big enough for a single person, or even a couple with no
children.  The decoration was feminine and tasteful, though not the
kind of thing he would pick.  It took him a second to catch the scent
of her perfume.  He'd never noticed her wearing perfume in class.  *I
guess she's just a lot different when she's not dealing with a lot of
students.*



-----



    For the next forty-five minutes, Martin and Lianna covered
the basics of Calculus.  For the first time in the semester, the
squiggles on his paper were actually starting to make sense to Martin.

    During the study, however, Lianna had taken every
opportunity to brush up against Martin, or to touch his arm.  Each
time
she did so, Martin felt the warmth pass from him to her.  He found the
sensation mildly pleasant, and not at all distracting, so he didn't
pay
very much attention to it.  He couldn't know that it was having a much
greater effect on his teacher.

    Lianna Preston was on fire.  She knew it was a good thing
that she had worn a baggy sweater, otherwise he might have seen how
hard her nipples were.  At first, she had fought herself, to avoid
touching him.  Her will was quickly worn down, however, with him so
near.  After forty-five minutes of this light contact, she wanted,
*needed*, more.

    They had just finished the second section, and so Lianna
stood up.  "It's been about forty-five minutes, Martin."  He took note
of the fact she had actually used his given name for the first time.
"You shouldn't study for longer than that in one sitting.  You should
stop, and do something else for a while before returning to the
books."

    "Okay," Martin said, "So, what kind of activity?  I mean,
should I go lift weights, or eat or..."  Martin stopped because he
could no longer speak.  In one swift motion, Lianna had taken the
bottom of her sweater in her hands, and pulled it off over her head.
She dropped it to the floor.  Before Martin could say or do anything,
she moved over to him and straddled his chair, sitting down into his
lap.  She looped her arms around his neck, and her eyes peered deep
into his.

    "You should fuck me, Martin."

    Martin would have protested, but before he could, she had
locked her lips onto his.  Uncertain of what to do, but feeling his
own
body responding to this treatment, he began caressing her back with
his
hands, running them from her shoulders down the smooth skin of her
back
all the way to her pant line.

    Lianna ran her tongue along Martin's lips until he finally
got the idea and opened his mouth.  Her tongue snaked between his lips
and sought out its partner.  She began to caress his tongue with hers,
but as soon as she made contact, something happened.  It was as if the
room had electrified itself.  Her body was jolted with a surge of
energy that flowed completely through her.  Though her body jerked and
shivered, she remained locked in her passionate kiss with Martin.

    The energy flowing through her finally penetrated her
mind.  She could feel her pleasure centers being hyper-activated.  She
could see images of her and Martin doing things together.  Things she
had never done with any man before.  Finally, in her brain, she felt a
pounding at the center of her will, her essence.  She focused on it in
an attempt to get rid of it, but that only allowed it access.

    *<<Submit... obey... give in... Martin is your Master...
You must obey your Master... You must make your Master happy...
Submit... His will is your will... Obey... Your Master's happiness is
your reward... Give in... If your Master is unhappy, it is your
fault... SUBMIT... Your life now belongs to Him... OBEY.>>*

*    *Yes.  She must obey her Master.  It was right that she
serve Him in this manner.

    Throughout this, Martin only knew that he was being
Frenched by the most beautiful woman he had ever had the pleasure to
caress.  His hands roamed more freely across her back as their kissing
continued.  Soon, he grew bolder, and moved his hands to her sides,
and
then, slowly, to her breasts.  His hands cupped her tits, and gently
kneaded her flesh.  He used his thumbs to tweak her nipples
repeatedly.  She moaned her approval into his mouth.

    *Yes!  Her Master was touching her!  He was happy with her
body!  His happiness was her reward!  She should continue to make him
happy!*

    Lianna had her first orgasm of the night from a simple kiss.

    Martin felt her body shudder in his arms.  There was a
sudden warmth in his lap, and he knew what had just happened.  *She
came just from a kiss?*

    Lianna broke their kiss at long last and leaned away from
him slightly, resting her back against the table.  It allowed Martin a
very nice view of her tits, which were round, large, and firm.  Her
nipples stood firm from her small, dark areolas, rigid with her
arousal.  He continued to pluck at them with his thumbs.

    As much as Lianna was enjoying this, she knew there was
something she would enjoy more.  "Suck them, please!  Put them in your
mouth, Martin!"  Her pleading was evident.

    Martin wasn't about to refuse.  He lowered his mouth to her
right tit, slipping the nipple between his lips to flick it with the
tip of his tongue.  Then he ran the surface of his tongue across it.
Lianna moaned loudly in delight.  Meanwhile, Martin's hand was still
manipulating her other nipple, keeping them both stiff.  Soon he
switched breasts, now sucking on the left while toying with the
right.
Lianna was beginning to writhe beneath his onslaught.  He kept up
until
Lianna's back arched, her body frozen in another orgasm.

    Gently, she disentangled herself from him and rose.  She
undid the buttons on her jeans, and began to push them off her hips.
Martin reached up to help her, and once again she felt the warmth
running through her.  Even for the scant moments it had been absent,
it
had been missed.

    Martin finished pulling off her jeans with the help of some
gyrations on her part, and was now faced with her panty-clad pussy.
He
could tell just by looking that her panties were completely soaked.
He
noticed that she was making no move to take these off.  He wondered if
she was going to change her mind, but figured he should push ahead
until she told him to stop.  He still did not realize that she could
no
more stop him from taking her than she could stop breathing.

    Martin grasped the waistband of her silky panties, and
peeled them down off her mound.  He pulled them down off her hips, but
with her legs spread as they were, he couldn't get them any further.
He was, however, enjoying the view.  Her pussy lips were fully
engorged, and were spread slightly from her stance and her aroused
state.  Her pubic hair had been neatly shaved back to feature, rather
than hide, her pubes.  Martin really wanted at that.  But unless she
moved as she had before, he couldn't get rid of her panties.

    "Just rip them off me, Master!" cried Lianna.  Her body was
quivering in anticipation of what he would do next.  She dared not
move
away from him to remove the accursed garment that stood between him
and
his goal.  She swore then and there never to wear underwear ever
again,
unless He wanted her to.

    Martin was too startled at her comment to take much notice
of the "Master" part.  But he figured, if that's what she wanted...

    He grabbed hold of the fabric on either side and pulled.
At first, it was tough, but once a tear was made, it ripped like crepe
paper.  Now he had before him a completely nude woman with a body
easily the equal of anyone he'd ever seen in a magazine.

    Now, Martin had never actually seen pussy before.  Not
live, anyway.  He'd had sex, but that had always been in the dark,
under covers, and the girls wouldn't let him do more than just a
straight screwing.  But before him now was a real live female cunt,
just waiting for him to do whatever he wanted to it.  She was actually
dripping with anticipation.

    "How do you want me, Master?" she asked.

    *Master?*  This time, he noticed.  "Why do you call me
'Master'?"

    She looked at him in utter confusion.  "Because you are my
Master.  Would you prefer another title?"

    *Must just be the game she likes to play.*  He'd heard of
women who couldn't get off unless they role-played.  Well, if that's
what it took to get in her pants, he was willing.

    "Sit on the edge of the table."  He began to wonder just
how far she would go with this little game.  It might be a lot of fun
to find out.

    He had her lie back on the table.  Now before him was a
woman with her legs spread to either side of his head and her wet
pussy
staring him in the face.  Martin was feeling extremely warm, so he
took
the opportunity to remove his shirt, shoes and socks.  He left his
pants on for the moment.

    Leaning in to her mound, Martin took a cautious lick.  He
felt Lianna shudder.  He noted that the taste was pleasant enough.  He
wondered why some men didn't like this activity.

    Martin ran his tongue lightly along her outer lips,
enjoying the moans coming from his partner.  He lapped his tongue
between her outer lips, caressing her entrance with the tip of his
tongue.  Martin noted that Lianna's writhing had returned.  *She must
be enjoying this.*  Martin noticed the little nub sticking out at the
top of her pussy, just visible beneath its hood.  Though he'd never
eaten a girl out before, he knew that this was her clit, and that it
was the most sensitive part, almost like a miniature dick.  He sucked
this into his mouth, and lapped at it with his tongue.  Lianna
groaned,
and her writhing doubled.

    Martin continued to eat her out, alternating between long,
slow licks of her pussy lips, and sucking on her engorged clit.  It
wasn't long before she was once again overwhelmed by her climax, this
time thrashing on the table.  Martin held on for the ride, continuing
to strum her clit with his tongue, prolonging her orgasm as much as he
could.  When she settled down, there was a sheen of sweat coating her
body.

    But Martin could no longer hold out.  His dick was
straining in his pants to be inside of somewhere warm, wet, and
tight.
He stood up, lifting her ankles to his shoulders.  He rapidly undid
his
pants and dropped them to his ankles, stepping out of them and kicking
them across the room.  He did the same with his underwear, and now he,
too, was completely naked.

    As horny and ready as he was, he remembered the little game
she had started.  He wondered how far he could push her.  Just to make
it a little more interesting.  (As if sex wasn't interesting enough)
He rested his shaft against her pussy lips, so that they would part
and
caress each side of his dick.  His cockhead was resting on top of her
clit.  He could see the lust in her eyes.

    "Do you want it?" he asked.

    "Yes!" she nearly screamed.

    "Then beg me for it."

    *Beg him?  Have I made him angry?    <<OBEY>>  *

    "Master, please put your big, hard cock inside of me and
fuck me until you come.  Use me as your whore.  Plow me with your
tool.  I'll do whatever you want, just please fuck me!"

    *Not bad.  She must really be into this.*  "Okay, that was
good, my little slave.  Here I come."

    The entry of Martin's dick into her cunt was the sweetest
feeling Lianna had ever known.  The warmth she had felt to this point
chilled in comparison to the heat washing over her now.  Her body was
on fire, but she knew only more heat could quench it.  She hissed as
his rock-hard cock slid into her to the hilt.

    Martin rested for a moment.  The feeling on his cock was
indescribable.  With the warmth pouring from him into her through his
rod, it was even making him harder.  And boy was she wet!  And the
extra lube was necessary, because her pussy was also very tight.

    Having readied himself, Martin began long, slow plunges in
and out of her cunt.  Lianna was groaning with each movement he made.
He gripped her hips to help him move into her, and she was forcing
herself down onto him as well.  The pace slowly rose, but was never
hurried.  He slipped in and out of her pussy, letting the fire build.
As he could sense them both needing more, he slid his cock fully into
her and stopped.  He leaned over and embraced her, picking her up off
the table, his cock still embedded in her twat.  He backed up to the
chair and sat down on it.

    "Ride me, slave!" he mock-ordered, getting into the role
she had assigned him.

    For a fleeting moment, Lianna's will asserted itself.  *How
dare he call me a slave!  <<SUBMIT>>  Yes!  I am his slave!  I should
do as he wishes!*  Lianna used her legs to move swiftly up and down on
his shaft, grinding herself into him each time she reached bottom.
Martin was playing with her tits as she bounced in his lap, massaging
and kneading her titflesh, and lightly pinching her nipples.

    Suddenly, Martin stopped her.  He had her turn around,
while still impaled on his dick.  He enjoyed watching her do that, and
the feeling on his dick was incredible.  Once facing away from him, he
had her begin again.  He reached around and began fondling her breasts
again, keeping her fully stimulated.

    Feeling somewhat restricted this way, Martin used his legs
to push them both into a standing position.  He leaned Lianna over the
table, and began pounding into her from behind.  He could feel himself
getting ready to come, and looking down, he could see the rosebud of
her ass moving back and forth as they fucked.

    "What is your name, slave?" he inquired.

    "Lianna, Master.  Lianna Preston," she added unnecessarily.

    "Lianna.  That's a very pretty name.  Well, Lianna, would
you like me to give you my cum orally or anally?"  Martin had never
had
a girl suck him off before, and he had certainly never fucked one's
ass, so he really didn't care which way she answered.

    Lianna had never been fucked in the ass.  Before today, she
would have slapped a man for suggesting it.  But, if Martin wanted
it...  "Master, whichever is your pleasure, but I have more experience
with oral sex."

    "Very well, Lianna."  Martin pulled out of her and sat down
on the chair.  "You may now suck me off."

    Lianna turned around and dropped to her knees.  Her tongue
snaked out of her mouth to lick the precum off the tip of his dick.
Since he was already hard as iron, she didn't bother with
preliminaries.  She wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock
while her mouth engulfed the head.  She sucked in as much of him as
she
could, while jacking off the rest of his cock with her hand.  Slowly,
she began to work more of him into her mouth, applying suction and
moving up and down with her head.  She got about half of his rod in
before hitting the back of her throat.  Once there, she began moving
quickly up and down on his shaft, applying suction all the time, and
pumping her hand on the rest of his dick.  She took her one free hand
and cupped and fondled his balls.

    This was all Martin could take.  He shot his load of cum
deep into her throat.  Without a second's hesitation, Lianna swallowed
every drop of it.

    As his come slithered down her throat, her mind was
assaulted by the final, clinching blows.  *<< YOU BELONG TO MARTIN
GALLAGHER.  YOU ARE NOW HIS PROPERTY TO DO WITH AS HE CHOOSES.  YOU
HAVE NO WILL THAT HE DOES NOT GIVE YOU.  YOU HAVE NOTHING THAT IS NOT
MARTIN'S.  HE OWNS YOU, AND ALL THAT IS YOU.>>*

*    *Lianna had her strongest orgasm yet as those thoughts
penetrated and filled her consciousness.  She cleaned Martin's dick
until there was no trace of either of their juices on it.  Then she
crawled up into his lap, wrapped her arms around him, and lay her head
on his shoulder.  As worn out as Martin now was, he had to admit it
still felt damned good to have a naked chick cuddling in his lap.

    "What should we do now, Master?"

    *Why is she continuing the game?  Aren't we done?*

    "Maybe we should get back to studying, Lianna.  There's
still a lot you need to teach me."

    *<<OBEY>>*  "Okay, Master.  Let's get back to it.  May I
put on a robe?  It's a little chilly in here."

    "Yes, Lianna.  Now," he muttered to himself, "Where did I
kick my jeans?"



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