My Only Talent Ch. 21

Mille stopped short of making her come. That would have been too much, too soon. But she put her hands on her shoulders and neck and caressed them as she spoke seductively to her, while my cock still filled Erminia's mouth.

"That come is almost yours! You are in total control. Make him come like he never has before and make him know it was you who did it!"

I felt the first wave rolling down my spine and threw my head back. I looked back down just as Erminia took me down deep one last time and then stopped with just the top of my cock in her moth. I felt a pulsing, demanding sucking motion and then she locked her eyes onto mine. She smiled like Suzanne did when she knew she had me. Erminia had me too. She sucked and snorted, breathing loudly through her nose, and Mille praised her like a puppy.

"That's it! It is yours. Suck it out and enjoy it!"

I couldn't look any more. My head snapped back involuntarily and I wondered what really had passed out through my dick. A strong and unmistakable Suzie signal arose from Erminia: pride, pleasure and arousal, but no guilt. Two or three more sessions might do it. Millie began to kiss Ermie's neck. Then she turned her head toward her and stuck her tongue in Ermie's mouth and then sucked some of my residual come out of it. She broke the kiss and said, "You did get it all didn't you baby!"

Tears ran down Ermie's cheeks, but I still detected no guilt. She got up and left room, still sobbing.

Millie hugged me. "She got so wet! She almost came! It's working!" It sure was Millie, it sure was.

"That makes me so happy. I just love the idea that can we give that back to her! Not to mention that Sapiento is going to start getting some of the best blowjobs on earth! When are we going to teach him to take care of her?"

"That's the final thing, but first we have to teach her what she really likes, and how to let herself like it, and then she can let him know. I am so proud of you. You were fantastic with her!"

She smiled, but then said. "I was sort of hoping you were going to punish me a little."

"Come on into the shower. We are going to play a little game of truth or dare."

I was so caught up in how wonderful Erminia and Millie had been that I was almost afraid I would forget my primary assignment: find out what if would really take to get Millie off at the party tomorrow night. We got into the shower and soaped each other off quickly, then dried each other off. I stood behind Millie and hugged her, cupping her breasts gently with my hands, leaning down to speak in her ear.

"Do you remember what we did for those other women on stage at the 'addicted to' party?" She tensed up a little bit.

"Yes. You made them reveal their true desires to everyone, and you caught them out if they lied about it. How did you do that, Robbie?"

I hugged her again. "You are my student; you just need to know that I can always tell when you are lying. Because this is your final exam: you don't have to reveal your desires to an audience on stage, but you have to be totally honest with your Master. And you have to do it now!"

She shivered a little bit. "Well, you already know I liked to be spanked, and whipped, and fucked everywhere. What is else is there?"

I tightened my hands around her neck a little bit. "You will tell me, slut."

She shivered again. "I want...."

She literally almost fainted, but still she did not speak. I tried to reassure her. "Nothing you will say can embarrass me but lying, and nothing can make me stop caring about you except not telling me the truth!"

She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I have some dreams, Robbie, dreams that I have over and over again. Two dreams, actually, and I have them both with equal frequency."

"Which one did you have first?"

"The one I call the 'good dream'. They actually are both good dreams in that they are pleasurable and I enjoy what happens in the dream. But in one of them I am being very good, and in the other I am being very, very bad. But they both feel wonderful."

I waited, making it clear she should continue. Finally she did.

"In the good dream, there is a wonderful man who loves me and takes care of me, and I take care of him. He makes love to me, takes me in every possible way, and we have children, four of them, two girls and two boys. I love them, I love him, there are always with me, and every day is a wonderful day." I hear a pure and soaring Suzie from her.

She sniffed back a tear. I waited for her to continue.

"And in the other dream, he is not there, nor are there any children. But lots of other men are there. They all want me, and they all take me. They stand in line waiting for me and they all do things to me. All the things you do to me, but there are lots of them, two and three at a time. It feels so good!" I hear a strong and raspy Suzie signal from her, but no Melanie meltdown overtones at all. I wonder if that's what Tessa is like. "And they all feel good too. I am the center of attention, but then....."

She sniffed again, and drew a deep breath. "But then, they all go away, and I am by myself, until the next dream." She sobbed a bit more.

It was my turn to talk. "What is different about the sex in the two dreams?"

She paused, as if trying to visualize it. "Well, in the good dream the man does everything I want, and he makes me do what he wants. It's so good."

"Does he spank you and punish you?"

"Yes, but he knows I like it!"

"In the other dream do the men do anything different?"

"Only that there are several of them instead of one: there is one for each of my favorite orifices, much of the time!"

"Do they spank and punish you?"

She got excited. "Yes! But they don't care if I like it, they just so it because they want to, they just use me and that makes it better!

"So the difference is that in the 'good' dream, the man knows what you want, and in the 'bad' dream the men don't know and they don't care?"

She got a very distant look in her eyes. "Maybe it's more of a thrill with more men?"

"Have you ever been with that many men?"

She laughed. "No Robbie. I am a nice sorority girl! I have only been with two men before you, you big dummy, and only with one other woman before your put me in your harem, and never with more than one person at a time until you made me your sex slave. Not that I didn't love every minute of it!"

She got a faraway look in her eyes. 'Which dream is the best, Robbie? Which one is the right one for me?

"Only you can decide, Millie, but I might be able to help you with that."

.....

When I got back to the dorm Thursday night, I was wiped out. I was happy for Erminia, but torn for Millie, and hungry besides. I had to make a decision and get the word to Lara and Suzanne about the final plan for Millie's party. Should I just do what I think Millie wanted, or do what I thought would be best for her?

Tomorrow morning would mark the start of the last day of classes, and the start of one of the busiest high pressure weeks of my life. I really didn't feel that much pressure about school, I thought I had it handled. Heck, even if I bombed all my finals completely I would still pass everything and have two A's and 4 C's, something lots of other freshman would kill for. I had three girlfriends and two pretty hot prospects, and I was invited to three parties, but could only go to two: the ZZZ end of school toga bash and Millie's so called 'graduation party.' Then I was traveling with all three of my 'current girls' to run the Marathon, and had to decide whether to submit to them again Sunday after the finish, and then come back to school and take four final exams. The other aspects of my life were another story.

I wanted to do right by Millie. I wanted Suzanne to want only me, not two or three other guys at once. I wanted Lara to stay just like she was, forsaking all others while I fucked around, and I wanted Nora to spend the upcoming spring semester in bed with me and both other girls, and then pine for me and behave like a nun all through whatever grad school program she choose. Gosh Robbie, you don't want much do you? Totally realistic goals, man. You fucking idiot!

I might as well bite the bullet about Millie tonight, so we had a little time to react. Maybe in the process of talking to Suzanne and Lara I would realize the right thing to do. I called Suzanne, then I conferenced in Lara.

"So we have to decide what to do for Millie's party, but I'm still not sure what it is!"

"What do you think she wants, Robbie?"

"Well, I think she wants two things, but she thinks she has to choose one, and she is having trouble doing that!"

"Hello!" Both girls said it in unison. "Every girl's dilemma, Robbie!"

"Really? What two horns form the dilemma you are caught on, every girl?"

"Come on Robbie, you know this. Fuck toy or fine young lady, which should I be?"

"But all three of you are both, that's why you are so wonderful!"

"Aren't you a nice man, but maybe naive? We can't stay that way. Maybe we could if all men were as interesting as you. But for the most part, we have to pick one road or the other!"

I thought about what Millie had said. What if she tried all those men and found out it wasn't as big a thrill as she imagined? And what if she found a good man who would treat her bad sometimes, just like she needed?

"Okay you two. We need to give Millie a chance to experience her fantasy, or at least something like it, with the least possible risk of hurting her. Lara, you said you had some ideas?"

She did. Suzanne had some suggestions and some ideas about who could help the most. I wasn't totally comfortable with it, but I couldn't come up with anything better, so I agreed to it. Now if I could just stand to watch it. I wasn't so much worried about Lara seeing it anymore: she had told me about her fears and had designed her plan to avoid them for Millie. But Suzanne was already planning for at least two guys: me and Günter. Would this little scene inspire her to go for three?

Come to think of it, I also had to worry about how easy it was for Lara and Suzanne to dream this stuff up and pull it off. This has to something they had thought about before now. The Bi Phi pledges were certainly on board to do anything for their sorority president Millie, and they got so turned on at baring it all at the addicted to party that they were looking for another thrill. And those girls could get their hot little boyfriends do to just about anything; especially get naked at a party with them. But I felt more than a little trepidation about Big Liz, Marilyn and my cosmologist in training old junior high buddy Ralph helping out. Was that designed to help Millie, or just to help Suzanne visualize and vicariously enjoy one of her own fantasies? I guess we would find out tomorrow night. Maybe I should have a talk to Ralph myself, before Millie's Midnight Madness actually took place.

.....

Elena Roberts was excited about getting a 'bonus' pre-Christmas break visit from her grandson Robbie so he could run the Marathon race downtown on Sunday morning, but she had some preparations to make if she was going to serve him and his friends the kind of Saturday night meal that Robbie really liked. She had planned her Friday shopping excursion carefully. A long drive south for few stops in the old neighborhood for spices, special teas, and then lunch with an old friend who still grew sassafras, atomic fire style chili petins, and some other esoteric herbs for the special horehound drops that Robbie liked; then a quick trip to an older North Dallas urban area shopping center to visit a 'hippy' natural food and herb store, followed by the long drive north and back home. All her travel would be in daylight, all in between rush hour peak periods, and all on regular streets, not any newfangled high speed toll ways or old decrepit freeways with dangerously short entrance ramps. Google maps had proved very useful to her.

She didn't mind that almost everyone in her life except her oldest friends called her 'Grandma', and she was actually hopeful that she would get called 'Great Grandma' a few more times before she slipped this mortal coil, but one did have to plan more carefully these days. The old light yellow diesel Mercedes with the dark grey leather interior was a trusted friend with almost as many miles on it as Elena herself had, but her son Ronnie always made sure it was perfectly maintained and with those big new modern tires it drove like a dream. The newly installed navigation system that spoke directions out loud made it easy for her to get where she was going -- Ronnie showed her how to download her trip plans from her computer to a USB stick and then upload them into the fancy aftermarket in dash system in the car. He even put in a special garage in the new house with radio operated overhead doors front and back so Elena never had to back up, and didn't say a word about it to her. She must have raised that boy right.

Elena had planned her layers of clothing too. It was barely 18 degrees F in the DFW 'Metroplex' this December morning, and windy to boot, and was not expected to get much warmer during the day. She was prepared for any climate eventuality. Eldee was going along too, but her wardrobe required little thought. Her rough double coat was good down to zero with all by itself, and if she had some shelter from the wind, like being in the car, she was happy as a clam down to 30 below. She flowed into the back seat enthusiastically and almost became invisible, her brindle coloring blending in with the dark grey leather. She liked to ride in the Mercedes as much as Elena liked having her along.

Elena's health problems had flared up two years ago, and her doctor recommended a service dog that was trained to sniff her and alert on keto-acidosis or other abnormal metabolic states. Elena got her back up at that, telling the doctor "We don't buy working dogs, we raise working dogs!" The dog training outfit was at first hesitant to try to teach her to train then 9 year old Eldee, but the old war hound took to it like a duck to water, breezing through their training program and amazing them all. Elena didn't think it necessary to mention that Eldee was already trained in search and rescue, drug and bomb detection, and bite work, and had won several regional tracking competitions against 'professional' police dogs, or that nine of her pups were actively working military or police dogs. They also did not need to know that Elena had gone beyond their training to teach Eldee to detect low blood sugar levels and press the med alert bracelet if Elena was unconscious. No need to draw unnecessary attention, you know. She did have a secret motivational trick -- giving Eldee bite work as a reward for learning new things. It was a maximum motivator for her. She had liked to chase little Robbie's tennis balls as much as any pup when she was young, but when she began training with the puppy tug, her love affair with tennis balls was over. And when she was finally old enough to go find the bad guy and bite him she was truly in her element.

By 9:30 AM the traffic on Preston Road was only moderate, and she made her way south steadily, driving carefully. She remembered when Alpha Road was the absolute northern limit of Dallas civilization, but not anymore. It took her 30 minutes to get that far south. Another 30 minutes got her to Lover's Lane and into the old neighborhood, passing by the old theater where Robbie saw his first movie. At each stop, Eldee stayed in the car, looking out the windows until she got bored, and then curling up in the back seat to rest and stay warm. Just before lunch, they made a planned stop at a dog friendly park, giving Eldee a chance to relieve herself, jump around a little bit, and drink some water.

Lunch was at a high end neighborhood café chosen by her friend for good food and its nearby location. Eldee stayed in the car parked nearby with the rear windows cracked a bit for ventilation. As they were shown to their seats, Elena nodded to the recently retired US senator from their old neighborhood at the next table, a woman Elena had known since their days working together at the local Parent Teachers Association many years ago. She suddenly wished she had taken the time to make more introductions for Robbie -- sometimes it could benefit a young man's career to know such people socially. She liked this place and she once again ordered the Queen of Hearts salad, her favorite.

After a wonderful lunch and wide ranging conversation, her friend gave her a paper bag with the specially chosen harvest from her garden, just the stuff she needed to prepare the things Robbie liked for Saturday night's dinner. They bid each other goodbye and Elena sat back in the Mercedes.

"We just have one more stop, old girl!" She knew Eldee would happily ride with her all day long in the old yellow taxi, so named for its coloring that resembled the taxicabs in Berlin. Elena went back to the ever comfortable Preston Road, and then north to Northwest Highway, then east toward the shopping center, studiously avoiding any contact with the dreaded Central Expressway. She drove around in the parking lot until a spot opened up near her target destination, a spot on the edge that would be easy to get out of. Her son Ronnie had pestered her to get a handicapped sticker, but her pride wouldn't let her do that until she absolutely needed it. Until then, the walk was good for her.

She cracked the back windows and locked the car. Eldee was a little more animated than usual, watching several groups of people hanging around the parking lot like she was about to go bite the bad guy. But none of them approached Elena or the car, so Eldee eventually settled down in the back seat. Elena walked around in the mall a little bit, window shopping and then planning to make the herb store her last stop before carrying her stuff back to the car.

.....

Justin "Richard" Simmons thought this shopping center looked like a place to score some decent bucks. He had just been released early this morning from the Preston E. Smith unit in the west Texas town of Lamesa due to the overcrowded conditions there, and had caught a five hour ride east with another released inmate's brother. They dropped him near downtown Dallas off of IH30 and they continued on to Terrell, where another brother was 'staying' at the state school. Richard had been in Smith unit twice, which was pretty predictable, since he had been charged with 'state jail felonies' and Smith was surely a state jail. He was lucky his latest asshole lawyer had dealt carjacking down to auto theft, too, since that qualified him as a non-violent offender and got him in the early release pool.

He knew he was lucky, but he also knew he was a whole lot smarter than the average bear, and he had learned some good stuff from his 'fellow students' at Smith unit. Richard was into cars: stealing them, jacking them, and selling them: hot cars for cool cash. Thanks to his recent schooling, he knew a couple of places in South Oak Cliff that would pay quick cash for clean cars. The Ford F-250 pickup truck was the big prize and cash cow, as it had the cargo and towing capacity to bring lots of people and dope back from Mexico, before being parted out and shipped to South America. But lots of other cars were sellable too, and Richard needed some walking around money, and fast.

He had walked north until he found this place: it was high end enough to have late model cars, but not so fancy as to have the new engine killer alarms and GPS tracker systems. It was right on the expressway for a quick getaway, and it had a big open parking lot that made it easy to spot a target from a ways off and plan ahead. It had a few cameras, but not very many and he could spot the dead zones near the edges of the lot. Before his most recent incarceration he used to target young guys with nice cars, using his girlfriend to distract them by flirting with them in the parking lot. Once he had scoped out the car and the keys and a clear escape route, he would sucker punch the kid and they would jump in the car and take it to the chop shop for cash, then party for a day or two and do it all over again.