Control is Only a Word: Submission

Sam thrust hard into her as he came, each wave of cum being forced up into her with his powerful thrusts. He was too far gone to care, pulsing his load deeper and deeper into her. As his orgasm reached it's peak and he pushed up and in for the fourth or fifth time, he felt her come like a tsunami hitting his cock. She shook and suddenly she was letting out a shouted moan. Her pussy literally clamped so tightly he felt his cock pressed hard by her walls, tighter than the massage her fingers were giving him before, so tight he felt his next wave of cum nearly stopped by the pressure around him.

She began to rock hard and fell onto him, body to body, chest pressed tightly into chest, her arms winding around his back as she gripped him close. She used her legs to keep rocking them back and forth while she tightly forced her hips as hard into his as she could. He felt her clamping around him tightly, tensing for a second before letting up for a tiny moment before another tight clamp again. She rocked, moaning, her hips and pussy throbbing and pulsing powerfully. His hands went around her back and he held her tight as she continued to rock and cum, constantly letting out groans of pleasure as her lungs expelled the little air they were sucking in. As her body worked, pressed into his, he could feel every little muscle doing their bit. Her hips heaved, her stomach muscles tightly tensing and relaxing, her chest heaving, pressing her breasts into his chest as she sucked in air, the muscles in her back, all rippling tightly as she orgasmed.

Eventually, Lucy slowly started to take longer between clampings and suck in more air each time. She began to pant and breathe normally and relaxed onto him, letting her entire body go in his arms. Slowly she came down from the high and after a few minutes started to laugh ecstatically. She looked at him and he laughed too before they fell back together, laughing and holding each other tightly. About ten minutes passed in the silent comfort of each other's embrace, the only sounds their breathing.

Eventually, Lucy drew herself up, their sweaty skin peeling apart, and she tenderly drew herself off his now flaccid meat. As she sat up she saw the juice that had dribbled all over his balls, creating an impressive puddle on the couch below. She giggled and drew her finger up from his balls, to his member, and then up into her before scooping it out and putting the nectar to her lips. She sucked it off and giggled again, Sam joining in. He reached down and cupped her pussy, dipping a finger in and washing it around a little more than was just enough to get it wet, and drew it out, pressing it against her walls and hood as he did so. He sampled their juices and smiled in approval. The two giggled some more before Lucy Eventually stood, removing their parts from each other, and stepped to her clothes.

'Wow...' she breathed as she did so. Sam nodded.

'Holy shit...' he said. 'If that's what happens when you're in control, I don't want to ever control anything again, not even my own body.' He exclaimed. Lucy stretched, sniffing her armpits with a wince and tenderly lifting her legs one by one to rub out the stiffness. She didn't seem to be in any rush at all to put her clothes on.

Sam sat up, noticing the little puddle with surprise and a frown. 'Hell...' he said, touching it. 'We did that?'

Lucy nodded as she massaged her thigh. Sam slowly stood and realized he needed to stretch too, and began to move his aching muscles before her.

'That was fucking incredible, Lucy.' He said to her. She smiled at him and whispered, 'I know.' Her cheeky coy grin made him smile too and he leaned in towards her. She leaned in too and the pair's lips met with a kiss that seemed to have increased in sensation and pleasure tenfold since their last one. The two let go, holding their faces millimeters away from each other, both breathless in moments from the kiss. Sam stepped in a bit and his hand softly ticked her lips as they kissed again, starting to rub her labia side to side and massaging her lips as she reacted in her kiss. But she stopped him and pushed away.

'No, we can't. We've done enough.' she said, looking down. Sam stepped back, hand still in pussy-position. "Why not?" he began to say, but she held up her hand with another no. She bent down and drew her panties up her legs, wiggling into them before pulling her dress up after them. She hurriedly did the buttons up and zipped the front before she looked at him. They locked eyes and she found herself unable to look away. She just... Couldn't. She stepped close and they kissed and she held his head as her lips pressed into the only ones she knew she would ever want.

Then she realized what she was doing, and more importantly, what she had just thought, and pulled back. Without a word, she shook her head and spun for the door swinging it open and jumping down the step to the gravel outside and running off, clasping her dress to her crotch, a tear starting to roll down from her eye as she fled. Sam watched her go, shocked. He made to follow her, but his nudity stopped him. As he watched, however, he saw someone else outside, a familiar face, looking right back in at him.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, huge, massive, cock-blasting fuck.

Jordan looked back at him, her mouth dropping open as she saw first Lucy running away in tears, then him, naked, inside. For a second, time stopped and they locked eyes. Then, Jordan turned and strode fast towards the carpark. Sam went to the door but in his naked state he couldn't go out and so he had to shut it to the world, turning his back to it.

Fuck. What now? He thought. Not only had Lucy run out, a damn sight less happy than she had been even going in, but Jordan, another crush of his, had seen him naked in the room she'd run from. What was she going to think? What else but the obvious? Sam had tried to rape Lucy, maybe even succeeded. And if Jordan told the school heads...

Oh god.

Sam had to think, but first he had to calm down. He collected his things, and dressed himself, finding that in her rush Lucy had left her bra behind. A tiny grin cracked his lips at knowing she was going home naked, but the scene of Jordan seeing them like that dampened his otherwise heavenly joy from the events this afternoon. What would she do? Surely Jordan would tell the people that would shut him down and expel him. Though all eighteen, it wasn't alright to have sex on the premises, that was for sure, and even if it didn't end his time there, it would definitely go home, and his entire plot from Ash to Jordan would be unraveled. No, he couldn't let it happen. He had to do something. But what?

Sam remembered the hanky. He still had it in a plastic bag, sealed, to keep the remaining mind dampening stuff in it. Maybe, if he could just get to her...

No, Jordan was never alone, and even if they were, he'd never get a change to smother her face in it before she realized or got away. Besides, he didn't have planning time like with Ash, he needed her now.

Wait... Ash.

Ash and Jordan weren't best friends or anything, but they did both have one thing together, morning choir. If he could get her to get Jordan alone, then they might have a plan. And, luckily for him, Choir practice was tomorrow morning.

Gathering his things, and tucking the bra safely in his pocket, absolutely not letting that one go, he checked the room was clean, or at least, as clean as it could be, he thought with a glance at the couch, and left.

Choir, next day...

Bright and early the girls arrived to the music room for their weekly class. There were the usual early birds followed later by the less concerned ones. Ash and Jordan were part of the early bunch. Ash, particularly, was very early. Having woken up with a fresh urge she satisfied her flaming pussy the only way she knew she could, by satisfying her master. She arrived bright and early, one plastic bag clasped tightly against her breast.

She set up the usual chairs and so before she waited for her prey to arrive.

The music rooms are assorted at RestHaven into a few large classrooms and eight small one-on-one tutor rooms for private lessons in instruments. There were four downstairs and four up. Ash knew the upstairs ones were unused this early, and also knew the end room, used for storage, had a faulty lock.

'Hey! Jordan, how are you?' she called bouncily.

'Hey! Not bad, yours?' Jordan replied, smiling, in her cute happy little voice.

'Alright, but I need a hand. Mrs. Johnson asked me to go up stairs and get some more chairs down, can you give me a hand?' she asked as her heart skipped and her fire thickened.

'Sure!' Jordan said happily. The two went upstairs, Ash trying to use the stair climbing motion both to itch the burning tingle in her lady lips while mask her obvious need. Jordan seemed to notice and stopped. 'Are you alright?' she asked. Ash quickly nodded and affirmed, jumping up the last few steps and turning the corner. As she passed her Jordan could have sworn she smelt the familiar smell of heat waft past her, but she dismissed it and finished the climb. Ash was already down the dark hall and fumbling the door handle when she arrived.

She almost jumped when Jordan reached in and said, "here, let me try." Jordan worked the handle and Ash bit her lip as she watched until the door swung open. Ash struggled to hold herself in as she clenched her skirt to her groin in a pleasure agony. Jordan went in and started grabbing chairs. 'You coming?' she added back at Ash. Ash nearly was and at the word she felt her body shudder and her lips became tightly clamped in teeth as she tried not to moan.

The moment Jordan turned back to the chair stack Ash thrust her hand into her bra and tore the bag out, fumbling with the top. Jordan turned and watched, curious and a little suspicious now. Ash was shaking so badly from her near-orgasm that she was finding it hard to get the bag open and Jordan turned fully, making to step towards her. 'What are you doing?' she asked. Ash jumped back, tearing the hanky from the bag, but her legs were giving way and her pussy couldn't take it much more. She fell backwards, losing her balance as her legs gave way and her juices started to run in thick droplets down her legs, seeping out past her sopping panties. Jordan jumped forward to help her, just as Sam stepped in from the corridor, grabbing Ash round the shoulders and the hanky from her hand. Ash was gone to herself, and he let her down gently, all the while watching Jordan.

'Hi, Jordan.' He said evenly. He stood from the girl writhing in orgasm on the floor, her crotch erupting, juice visibly flowing from the epicentre and soaking into her dress, the hanky held casually by his side. Jordan straightened and stood up. 'Hi.' She said evenly.

'Look, let's not keep up the pretense. I know you saw me yesterday in that room and I know you saw Lucy running from it crying. I want to know what you intend to do.' He asked her, stepping into the room and swinging the door shut behind him. Jordan stepped back. 'I- I don't know what you're talking about...' she said. Sam stepped forward again.

'Yes, you do. Tell me. Do you intend to tell anyone?' He asked. Jordan swallowed. 'Look, I-'

'Well? Do you?' He said, stepping forward and holding up the hanky. Jordan shied back.

'No! No, I wasn't. I didn't even talk to Lucy yet, I wasn't going to say a word, honestly!' She said. Sam froze, realizing he was being menacing with his clenched fist grasping the hanky.

'I believe you, Jordan. Now, just in case you're lying, let me take this.. Private.. Opportunity to explain what happened.' He said. He gestured to the spare seats and she sat. He sat before her. She followed his lead, not knowing his intentions or what the hanky he held contained.

'Lucy came to me to have sex with me. That's the truth. And we did have sex. Brilliant sex, incredible sex. She came so hard, she forgot who she was. Now I don't know why she ran from me, but I do know it wasn't because I raped her, or because she was in pain. I believe she was in such shock that she couldn't deal with it. She even left her bra behind,' He added, taking a moment to reach into his shirt and unbutton a few buttons, drawing it back to reveal - Lucy's black bra, on his own chest. Jordan saw it and a frown creased her beautiful face. 'Oh don't worry, i'm just wearing it to keep her close to me till I can give it back.' He said. Jordan looked at him. Ash gurgled on the floor, her pussy leaking into her dress below.

'Look... Jordan...' Sam said, standing. Jordan shied back. 'I don't want to have to put you through what Ash is currently gripped by.' They both looked at the girl, orgasming quietly by the door. 'But she's like that because she has to be. You, however...' He trailed off. 'You can be your own girl, if you wish.' Sam looked at her evenly. Jordan swallowed.

'Whatever you're doing to her... Whatever you've done to Lucy, leave me out.' She said. She didn't sound sure. 'Or...'

'Or?' Sam asked. An or? What was Jordan thinking?

'Or just do to me what you want to do to me and get it done.' She said, her voice shaking a bit, not making eye contact. Sam was shocked. What? She wanted him to put her under?

Sam was a bit taken back. 'Look, Jordan, all I want is you to keep quiet about Lucy and me. That's all. We're totally fine, no one's doing anything bad. You can go, really, I just need to make sure.' He said plainly.

'If you wanted to make sure, you could have just asked to talk to me.' Jordan came back. 'And you didn't need to send your..' Jordan looked to the door where Ash was still convulsing in a disgusting sexual frenzy, 'your whore bitch, to get me.' Jordan said. 'She's weird enough as it is without fucking coming all over people all day.' She said with a glance. Sam took a moment, then smiled.

'Hey, thank you, Jordan. You're right. Thank you, honestly, for being so understanding.' He said. Jordan stood.

'Well, I best get to choir. I'll tell Johnson Ash will be late...' she added at length. Sam smiled.

'Yeah, probably best-' He said, but in that instant, Jordan swung herself round and tore the hanky from his hand with lightning speed. She grabbed his shirt and rammed him against the wall. Fuck, she was strong. 'Alright, asshole, I'm neither here nor there about you and Lucy, and frankly, as long as you and Ash stay out of my life, I'm happy too. But trying to kidnap me and threaten me? No fuckin' way.' She said.

Before Sam could move, she forced his hanky against his nose and pressed her body against his. Aside from the feeling of the fine-formed girl against him, her glorious breasts and, oh gosh, her crotch, pushed on him, his surprise was high enough and he barely kept from breathing in, but Jordan's body against his wasn't to feel good, she was freeing her hand which she slid up his shirt and behind his neck, immediately running her cold fingers over his sensitive skin.

She tickled him and between the soft melons that were her breasts cushioned against his body and her tickling, he quickly gasped for air. When he did, the stuff he'd been saving to use on her was sucked directly into his body. Instantly his eyes drooped and he relaxed, and began to breathe deeper. Waves of sensual, arousing submission washed over him and every thought, every idea was washed away with them, gone on the wind in moments. In seconds his consciousness was dreamily drifting on ghostly hands that massaged and stimulated him and rewarded him for every inch away from his body it went.

A few breaths later he slumped to the floor before Jordan, groaning, his pants already tenting. Jordan just watched him, glancing at the hanky in surprise. She decided not to take a sniff herself and dropped it on the chairs, stepping over Sam and to the door. As she came to it, she saw Ash, who had subsided some from her orgasm and was looking about. Her eyes, unfocused and full of pleasure, locked onto Jordans'. She looked down and saw the total joy in them, the love and passion flowing in the enslaved brain.

With a glance back at Sam, her mind began to tick faster and faster and a plan began to develop. Slowly, her lips drew back and her smile, a smile that could light candles on Mars, showed itself as she realized her opportunity.

Decided, Jordan stepped back to Sam, the door shutting behind her, and crouched, ready to weave her idea into motion.

PART 1 END. PART 2: cumming very soon...