From Student to Slave

"Can you go again?" She asked.

"Not usually," I replied, "but today, it looks like I can."

"Oh yeah," she giggled as she pushed me to my back.

"Nope, I want to taste that pussy before I get it all messy." I stated as I rolled her onto her back and slid between her legs."

The lovely slit was no longer a closed fold, light pink lips pushed at the sides and a tiny fingertip of a clit stood rigid at the top. Her smell was intoxicating and the taste of her nectar, truly was a honey-pot. I pushed her knees up and apart, and kissed and nibbled along her inner thighs from hollow of her knees to just short of her pussy. I licked at the soft fold where legs met torso. I licked and kissed that nether region between pussy and ass, even her tiny pink crinkled asshole was pretty, no dark flesh around it no musty odor emitting from it.

Her breathing came in sharp inhalations, and exhalations, her arms extended to her sides, fingertips clawing at the bedcover. Low moans and high pitched squeals were the extent of her verbalization, followed by repeated statement of a single word, "yes."

When I finally focused in on that precious fold it was splayed out like a flower, inner and outer petals blushing crimson as my tongue trailed over, I could not stop the moan from escaping my own lips as I first tasted its sweetness. I pressed my tongue as deeply as it would go, she raised her hips to grant me deeper access, I flicked it quickly over her clitoris no longer shrouded, I nibbled and sucked at that nubbin and she began to scream and shutter. Her whole body convulsed.

I licked down forcing my tongue into the tight pucker of her ass, and forcefully teased her clit with my thumb. Her eyes rolled back and her screams subsided into a gargle sound as she shook from head to foot. Her toes curled tightly, her legs would draw tight then extend straight away rigid as they tremored.

After several minutes she began to plea, "no, no more, please no more, I can't I ... arrgghhh, please stop, I can't, I can't... Ohhhhhhh my goooooodd, I can't take it."

I stopped, still between her legs looking up at her, with probably the biggest grin I have had in a couple of years, if not ever in my life.

"That was unbelievable," she sighed, "I have never came like that, ever. I want you to fuck me, but wait just a minute, I have to breath."

I crawled beside her, held her in my arms and we lay there for perhaps an hour, before I felt her hand on my soft member. She stroked lightly as it began to fill with blood, she took it in her mouth and gently sucked until it was fully hard then climbed on top of me lowering herself until her butt rested on hips. She leaned forward and we kissed, tongues wrestling from mouth to mouth, without moving she started flexing her internal muscles and like a milk machine she massaged my manhood with no other motion. Her breathing became labored and she started to rock, then began to roll her hips with each forward and backward movement.

Within minutes she broke the kiss fell back her shoulders flush to the bed, her knees bent beneath her, rising almost to the point of my withdraw then slamming down her hips to impale herself. She groaned and shuddered again in orgasm; I sat up, grabbed her waist and drove myself hard into her. I pulled her up to again embrace, her legs stretched past me, mine extended forward beneath her. My hands were at her back; one between her shoulder blades and the other at the small of her back. I held her tightly to me as we climaxed together. We sat there thus entwined until my softening member slipped from her tightness.

"I guess I need to take you back," I offered.

"I have nowhere to go, can we stay here awhile."

"We can stay all night if you want."

"I want, but you have to promise me you'll fuck me again, soon."

"I can't promise soon, but I'll be glad to fuck you as often as I can."

"I think we can work something out." She smiled, bit my nipple and squeezed my shriveled cock.

We spent the night together I fucked her three more times that night, ejaculating more than I had since I was in my twenties. When I took her back to her car I assumed I would never see her again. When I got home I penned a email to the attorney stating that I did not wish to press charges against Sergeant Bowling and I hoped the court would show leniency.

I took a nap later that morning, and was awakened by the ringing of my land line. I was a bit shocked because it never rings; my children, grandchildren, mother and office all only call my cellular phone. I bet most of them don't know I even have a land line. "Caller unknown," displayed on the caller ID. I assumed it was a telemarketer or offer for a credit card as that was the bulk of calls it received. I was pleasantly surprised to hear Lyncee on the other end.

"Mike, Hawk's lawyer called and told me what you did, he is sure it will help, It was so very kind of you, I can't thank you enough. Nor can I thank you enough for last night, that was the best sex of my life." She enthusiastically proclaimed.

"You made me a very happy man, it was the best sex I have ever had as well, you are incredible, I know you only did it as a bribe, but I'll never forget it."

"It started out as a bribe, but it didn't end that way, in fact I was kind of hoping we could meet again so that I could thank you properly, for last night and for Hawk."

"How about tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Tomorrow sounds great, but how about tonight as well?" she countered.

How could I refuse? I offered to give her my address but she said she knew where I lived and would be over around seven. I busily straightened up the house, put the dishes away and decided I should probably do some grocery shopping. The fridge was stocked, there is always plenty of booze in the bar, and I washed the bed linens before settling in to wait for her arrival. A knock at the door came about a quarter till seven, When I opened the door Lyncee stood there wearing a dress that consisted of a three inch belt around her chest and a mini that set so low on her hips that her pubic hair was visible above the waist, and her ass cheeks were on full display in back. She looked hot. I had a hard on before she crossed the threshold.

"Nice house, where can I put these?" she asked.

I hadn't even noticed the bottle of champagne and can of whipped cream she carried, "in the kitchen, this way." I replied as I led her through the house.

When we reached the kitchen I turned to her and was instantly wrapped up in an embrace and a very passionate kiss, which I happily returned. We made out for several minutes standing there, her hands still holding the bottle and can. Before I apologized and took them and placed them in the refrigerator.

"Give me the grand tour?" She asked.

I led her through the breakfast nook, pointed outside to the pool and cabana. I showed her my office, the garage with my bikes and boat, the den, the entertainment room and bar, the formal living, and guest bedrooms, ending at the master bedroom.

"This is the one I've been waiting for," she proclaimed as we entered in. "I love that bed, can I try it?"

"By all means, make yourself comfortable."

She lept upon the bed landed on her knees and bounced, each turn causing her skirt to rise and fall revealing her usual lack of undergarments. I crawled up beside her and lay on my side facing her. She leaned over and kissed me tenderly, trailing kisses to my neck where she bit down hard causing me to jump, but she didn't let go, sucking a hickey on the side, just below the collar.

"There I have marked my territory," she happily proclaimed.

"So I'm your territory?" I asked.

"Are you fucking anyone else," she countered.

"No, no not lately."

"Then I guess I am just going to have to keep you satisfied from now on."

"From now on? Is this an ongoing thing?"

"Would you like it to be?"

"What about Sergeant Bowling?"

"He knew I could not go very long without sex, so when he went away he told me to have fun, and hoped I would come back to him when he got out. I love him, but I love the way you fuck me. He won't get out for at least a month so I intend to try and fuck you to death before that time."

"What a way to die," I said, thinking it truly would be a great demise.

She jumped up ran out of the room saying that she would be right back and came back with the champagne and whipped cream in hand. "You are going to love this." She boasted. "Here open the champagne for me."

"I'll get a couple of flutes," I said getting up after popping the cork.

"No need," she replied, "get naked, lie down and give me the bottle."

Doing as instructed I lay on my back as she kneeled above me she looked down with an unexpected fondness in her eyes, dragging her fingernails along the shaft of my penis. Before it was fully hard, she took a large swig from the bottle and with her mouth closed tightly she pushed it down over my member, the bubbles from the champagne were tickling all around the shaft. It did feel pretty amazing. It was only minutes before some additional liquid was added to her mouth. She swallowed both with a smile.

I informed her that it was my turn and had her lay back so that I could try. I propped three pillows under her so that her ass was lifted, she let her ankles fall over her head as she was doubled over both holes open to my assault. I licked at her slit, pushing my tongue in to open it up, pinching her clit between my first and second finger I rubbed hard up and down along her length. When she started to moan, I took a huge mouthful of the champagne pressed my mouth to her opening and pushed the liquid into her cavity.

"Oh my, that tickles, mmm, it feels good," she moaned.

I took another swig and deposited it, then another and another.

"Ooo, I am so full and it tickles so good."

The next mouthful was a surprise to her because instead of spitting it into her pussy this batch went into the tight rosebud of her ass.

"Oh my god, what are you doing to me?"

As I was drawing the next drink she began to convulse, screamed and in the midst of her convulsions much of the champagne erupted from her, I quickly licked it from her as she calmed down from her orgasm.

"Well, that was unexpected," she said, "nobody but you has ever even touched my asshole. Do you like licking it?"

"I love licking it, and am going to love fucking it."

"You are not sticking anything that big up my ass."

"Wanna bet?"

"What's the bet? Since it's my ass, I can pretty much guarantee that I will win. You are not fucking my ass."

"I already have, with my tongue, and you loved it. I tell you what if by tomorrow morning you haven't asked me to fuck your ass, I'll never mention it again."

"What do you win, if I do?"

"Well, first, I get to fuck your ass. And If you do ask me, then you have to agree to never question anything sexual I ask or tell you to do again, but will agree, submit and willingly participate in everything and anything I require of you."

"I'll take that bet; because there is no way you are going to fuck my ass."

We spent the evening cuddling and drinking the rest of the champagne, and I fixed us some rum punch, we had pasta delivered and had a little red wine with dinner. Staying nude for the evening, I was constantly caressing her, teasing her, massaging her back, arms hands and feet. I would finger her pussy until she was about to cum, then stop and have a drink. Whenever I went down on her, I would tease toward her rosebud but never quite get there. Around two in the morning I really went to town on her clit, fingering her pussy until my fingers were well coated I rubbed her lube around her ass, and slowly inserted my index finger to the first knuckle.

As soon as my finger pushed past her sphincter she erupted in orgasm. I sucked her clit hard, held it between clenched teeth and shook my head back and forth sawing away at her most sensitive button; she began pushing her hips forward forcing more of my finger into ass. When I pulled it out she moaned a complaint. I inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed at the G spot while still assaulting her clit.

When the fingers were well lubed I pushed one, and then the second into her ass. She screamed, convulsed like she was having a seizure and passed out.

I was a little worried but she quickly regained consciousness.

"You are a bastard," she proclaimed, "okay you can fuck my ass that was incredible."

"No that's not the deal, you have to ask me to." I replied.

"Asshole, okay, please fuck my ass."

"You know what it means?"

"Yes I know, I am virtually your slave. But if your fingers can do that to me, I can't wait to feel the real thing."

The sun shining through the windows woke us around ten in the morning, my hard again cock was still nestled between her butt cheeks, she got out of bed and went to the bath, I could hear farting sounds as she used the toilet. When she returned she said she felt like she needed to poop, but all that came out was big globs of semen. We never did get to the whipped cream that night, but we did the next.

It's been over a month now since she moved in; Sergeant Bowling beat the hell out of some MP and is now serving a minimum five year stint. I took her to see him, so she could tell him personally that she had found someone else, we both thought it too cruel to say it was me. We have sex at least once or twice a day; I've lost fifteen pounds due to all the exercise, and have some great plans for broadening Lyncee's sexual horizons. We leave next week for Hedonism, I'm thinking she may kill me yet.