Cleverly Disguised

"Fuck, that was hot," she said when he relaxed, spent for the moment. Reach between them, she rubbed her clit, bringing herself to an orgasm that he felt as a series of rhythmic squeezes around his still hard cock. "Can you do it again?"

"I think so," he said, squirming beneath her. Terri's body was so fine and his need was so great, he felt as if he could do it hundred more times that night and still want to do it again.

She moved up and down him, delighting him. "Are you ready yet?"

Feeling like an eighteen year old, he nodded. "I think I am."

"No, bitch. Don't think. Tell me. Are you ready? Can you fill me a second time?"

"Yes," he said, feeling a reassuring pulse from his cock.

"Good," she said, bobbing up and down on him a couple more times before squirming to a stop. "Fuck that's good," she purred, her eyes fluttering closed. Remaining still, she took several slow, deep breaths. "Okay," she said, opening her eyes. "I'm good."

Derrick smiled, unsure what she meant, but finding it funny. It looked as if she were trying to compose herself. She tossed her head, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulders before pulling the clothespins off his nipples. She rubbed his chest, as if wiping away the pain.

"Is it okay if I call you Derrick?" she asked. It was the first time he had heard her use his first name.

"Your will, Mistress."

Terri shook her head. "No, that's now how I mean it. I mean, can you be just Derrick for a moment and I be just Terri?"

"I guess," he answered, confused.

"No, I'm serious. This isn't a command, it's just a question. I just want to be Terri and Derrick for a minute. Can we do that?"

"Yeah, I guess," he repeated. "Sort of weird timing."

"I know," she said and she looked nervous. "But it's important and I want the real answer." He nodded. "When you're my slave, is there anything you wouldn't do for me?"

"Kill someone," he said, shrugging. "But that's not really a sex game, is it?"

"Right. That's how I mean it. Sexually. Is there anything you wouldn't do as my sex slave?"

"I can't think of anything," he said, his cock throbbed, agreeing with him.

"Why?"

"Because it's fun?" he offered.

"Getting spanked is fun?"

"In a way," he said. "I mean, it hurts, but you're doing it for a reason. It hurts more when I disappoint you."

"So, if I wanted to watch you get gang raped by bikers, you'd do it?"

"As your slave, yes."

"What about as Derrick?"

"Sorry, I don't roll that way," he laughed.

"But you sucked cock for me."

"No, for Mistress, though you're hot enough I would probably do it for you, too."

"Really?"

"Probably not," he admitted. "Maybe. I don't know."

She wiggled against him. "This okay?"

"It's hot as hell, but I'm okay."

"Can you kiss me? I mean, as Derrick. Can you just kiss me?"

Leaning forward, he did. He wasn't sure what she expected, so he kissed her as he would any lover. As their kiss lingered, he slipping his tongue inside her mouth and enjoyed the moment. "Like that?"

"Yeah, that was nice."

He had felt her pussy contract during their kiss. Without being asked, he kissed her again. As before, she squirmed and her pussy contracted.

"I had a girlfriend once who told me every woman should have at least one fling with an older man."

"Is it weird?"

"No, it's good. She was right. Older guys are better."

"Older guys are suckers for a pretty face."

"Just face?" she asked and they both laughed.

"Well, face and other things," he said, caressing her long, fat nipples. When she leaned backwards, arching her back, he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her nipples.

"Don't stop," she said, raising up to kiss him before leaning back to offer him her chest again. Derrick didn't. He sucked at her tits as he would if she were his girlfriend. He caressed her tiny ass, groping the firm flesh of her butt. When she squirmed, he moved his hands to her hips. Guiding her up and down, they kissed and fucked. Unlike the young men she had fucked earlier that night, Derrick took his time. He gave to her with passion, taking her as he would have done with one of the fitness bunnies at the health club if given the chance. He wasn't surprised when she came nor did he stop. He brought her off a second time, finding his peak of pleasure with her.

"Damn, Derrick" she said, hugging him. "You're good."

"So are you," he said, holding her until their breathing returned to normal.

"Is it okay if I take a shower?"

"Sure," he said, letting go of her.

"You could wash my back if you want."

Washed and dried, she held his hand as she led the way back to the living room. "We're still just Derrick and Terri, right?" she asked. He nodded. "Good, then it's okay if I do this, right?" She pushed him to the couch and climbed back on his legs. She caressed his cock and balls until he was hard again. Smiling, she mounted him again. "I'm not drunk," she said, kissing him.

"You were earlier."

"I was tipsy," she allowed. "But not drunk."

"Interesting."

"Do you believe me when I say I'm not drunk now?"

Derrick nodded. If she was, enough time had passed for her to sober up. After they kisses again, she pulled away.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For letting me feel the difference between real Derrick and slave Derrick." She kissed him. "That makes me want this more."

"Want what?" he asked, wondering if their game had ended.

"This," she said, picking up the clothespins still sitting on the couch. She winced after clamping the first one to her right nipple. "Wow," she said, looking surprised at how much it hurt. She clamped the second one to her left nipple. She climbed off of him, picked up the paddle, and handed it to him. "Now it's your turn. Do me."