Tamed Pt. 06: A Masochistic Meeting

What stood before me left me speechless. She was roughly the same height as Alanah, yet everything else was vastly different. I could feel my face burn a deep red; eyes locked onto hers. They were a deep dark brown, almost black. Yet there was a glint to them which made them have this pull, like I could not peel my gaze away from her. "H-Hi...Can I help?" I asked with a clear shake in my voice; I was well and truly intimidated by her aura.

Claire tilted her head with a clear look of dissatisfaction on her face, she released an annoyed gust of air out of her nose and looked over my shoulder after raising to her tip toes.

*Lana's loser step-brother.*

She had recalled her flame haired friend talk about how much of a sissy I was: virgin, and obviously a cuck...She pictured me to look different...The man who stood over her this second didn't look like much, but I certainly wasn't the short, fat balding neckbeard she had formed in her mind when Alanah spoke about me. After realising that this hunk Alanah spoke of clearly wasn't here she looked up at me and faked a pleasant smile. "Sorry, Alanah invited me over. Can you go get her? Tell her Claire's here."

As she spoke, I could see her body language change, now tugging her baggy jumper down past her ass before crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't want to be the fuel for my perverted fantasies once she left, she knew she and Alanah had that effect on losers.

Sure enough I did start to check her out, moving from her glistening eyes to her dark, matte lips and smooth looking skin, then down to her jumper which I knew had covered up some serious curves, just seeing her hips and those mouth-watering leggings had started to drift my thoughts away from the tight as anything white dress my sister had stuffed her body into.

Claire sniffed as she looked at me with a vacant expression. He's cooking? And he's dressed up all nice? Smelling good too? Why the fuck was I looking like I was on a date when she was meant to meet this tall, muscular and horse dicked man who would break her in half? *Is this some kind of cruel joke Lana?* She thought as the feeling of irritation had set in deep within her.

I looked back up from her stunning lower half to look back into her eyes, my mouth had dried up as she spoke, the dots were starting to come together. This was the girl Alanah was talking about...And here I thought she wasn't going to set anything up... At this point, while the intimidation of her attractiveness had still taken a hold of me, I knew that Claire was here for dick, my dick...Just she never thought in a million years that I would have what she needed.

I smirked before I began the act, sucking air through my teeth and shook my head, with a lingering look of her matte brown lips I spoke to the goth before me "You just missed her actually...She went out for the night, meeting someone I think." I said. "Want to come in? Give her a call to see what's going on?" I stepped back a pace and opened the door wider for her, motioning for her to step inside the clean apartment. This was my first proper test. She clearly hadn't a clue that I was the one my sister had been bragging about, I had to use everything I had in my mind to make this happen.

Claire let out a disgruntled shrug and stepped into the apartment, her tanned lips formed another fake smile "Sure. Why the hell not..." She stepped past me and gave me my first look of her ridiculously perfect ass. It jiggled in place with each step she took. My eyes locked on her behind immediately once I clicked the door shut; the outline of her thong was clear, barely fitting over her ass. My first thought was how the fuck could a woman have an ass so juicy and mind numbingly hot without it being fake?

"I didn't mean to interrupt your... dinner." She turned her head over her shoulder, catching me staring at her ass. Her heart sank, tugging her jumper back down over her ass with irritation. "I don't have my phone, where's yours?" She asked in an expecting way; as if it would be lucky of me for her to hold something of mine.

"Sure, sorry but it's just in my room, it's over there on my bed." I pointed toward my open door, hurriedly turning around to move into the kitchen space to start to cook my food, maybe I could convince her to have dinner with me... My mind was a mess, I couldn't think of a way to keep her around long enough to try and her into her panties. As I placed the red meat onto the pan the noise crescendoed as it began to cook. "It's not password protected so just help yourself."

She grunted as she stepped toward my room as fast as she could, she was desperate to get away as fast as she could... The moment she stepped inside she stopped, looking around...Something was wrong. "Those bedsheets..." She said quizzically. She sniffed softly; the unmistakeable stench of sex was in the room. Her eyes widened and a gasp escaped her lips. This was the room from Alanah's selfie...The one where she was coated like a glazed donut. Her heart seated to pump faster, her pale cheeks finally showing colour. "No fucking way..." She muttered in disbelief. *There's no way she fucked her new man in her brothers' room...Unless...*

A thin smirk quivered on the sides of her lips, maybe she was wrong... Maybe her bestie didn't play a trick on her. Without the phone, Claire retreated back, opening my door to rest her body on the frame, watching me cook as her eyes dropped to my jeans, attempting to get a good view to see if her suspicions were indeed true. *Hidden in plain sight...*

I felt like I was being watched, like a vulture was ready to pick me off. "Did you try it? Did she pick up?" I called over the crackle of the pan as I flipped the meat over which caused a heavy sizzle to fill the room. A moment passed, there was silence; I turned my head over toward her direction with a raised brow, checking the raven-haired woman across the way. Alanah's description didn't do her justice at all, they both were clearly on equal pegging's in terms of sex appeal, even though their styles couldn't be more different.

A different surge of emotion came over her the second time she saw me check her out, this time it was flattery rather than disgust; now she didn't feel so bad about me jerking off to the thought of her, even though if her theory was correct, I wouldn't be jerking off at all tonight; or ever again if she had her way. She moved forward, across the varnished wooden floor to lean forward onto the cold marble counter that separated us.

"No, she didn't pick up. I'll assume its because it's you, I've heard you both don't get along." She watched me still, her eyes hyper focused on my lower half, begging for me to show any sign of what was between my legs.

I let out a convincing sigh, rubbing the stubble over my cheek as the heat of the pan made my face burn. "Look, I feel bad that Alanah stood you up. I got an extra steak on here, would be the least I could do to make you dinner after she made you come all this way." I turned and looked at her, looking at me like a lioness on the prowl, booty wiggling from left to right the same way Alanah would when she was horny...At the time I only saw it as a way to tease me, like the old version of my sister would do to torture me.

Hearing my invitation, she couldn't help but smile a little. Nodding her head slowly she started to trace her finger around the cool counter top. "I think I'll take you up on that offer seeing as I was promised some delicious meat anyway..." Ending her leading comment with a curious gaze, trying her best to judge my reaction.

"But, I'm much more a white meat kind of girl." Her eyes shrinking slightly, not wanting to miss a single detail, any sort of hint that I might give off.

"I might have some chicken?" I ask looking slightly over her shoulder to stare at that shaking ass like I was being hypnotized by some sort of magician. I shrug and press down onto the meat, causing the sear to loudly vibrate through the otherwise quiet apartment. I had no idea what the raven-haired woman was referencing, I was too focused on that ass wiggling from left to right, like water flowing back and forth.

I imagined what it would look like pressed against Alanah's, wondering how any man could handle so much ass on two wonderful women. I felt that my heart would explode if I ever saw that image in real life. "It's not a problem, I'm a decent cook, it's just in the fridge if you wanna get the packet."

She bit down on her lip to stop herself from grinning. Every interaction causing her to grow bolder and bolder in her assumption of who I was, and what I had packing below the belt. Pushing away from the counter, Claire made her way over to the fridge, opening it. "Mmmm, I like a man with a lot of meat...Sir." Letting that last word hang in the air for only a moment before she bent at the waist, pretending to dig in the bottom of the fridge. Her ass, and the fabric stretching to cover it, pointed directly at me. If her ass was any bigger, her cheeks would have burst out of those leggings; she had done this trick countless times, like with her step-father and his dirty friends when she was living back at home, it was the perfect trick to get whatever she wanted from them.

"Would your meat be down here?" she asked innocently, still wiggling her ass back and forth gently at me, allowing herself to smirk at the depths of the fridge. She knew if this didn't get a good reaction out of me, then her guess at the mystery man was off, but she was willing to bet she had me pinned, no man could resist her.

I blushed heavily at the use of sir, sounding alluring and sexy through Claire's dark matte lips. The increasing feeling of excitement was growing in my body as well as the horse dick between my legs, pressed hard on my left thigh. Thankfully these jeans made the massive semi bulge hard to see, only if someone got really close would probably be able to see it.

As Claire bent over in front of me I couldn't help but examine her closer, that need to just reach forward and sink my fingers into that nice soft looking fabric to play with that magnificent ass. I wanted to just steal a feeling, so I quickly turned off the hob of the cooker and moved up to her position. Leaning forward over her I pulled out a section of the freezer to retrieve the thick slab of two pink chicken breasts, making sure that my crotch brushed up between her cheeks. I could smell the perfume she had on, a dark and elegant smell; something which I was sure was in a purple bottle, and named something dark and mysterious; like 'Poison' or 'Midnight'

"They're quite big, think you can handle it Claire?" I asked with a chuckle in my voice. The feeling of her soft ass pressed up against me felt perfect, so much so that the hairs had stood up at attention, excited that I was so close to someone who wasn't my cock drunk sister.

The moment she felt me make my move there was no doubt in her mind that she was right, she knew that this was going to be a sure thing, nothing could fuck this up; she just had to reel me in.

Letting out a soft sigh, trying her best not to outright moan at the simple touch. She pushed her ass back, feeling the little amount of give in my bulge, another reason to believe that the meat hammer Alanah had bragged about was hiding in there.

As I stood up, she followed suit, quickly straightening up to push the fridge door shut. She pressed her body back against the fridge, lightly sucking on her bottom lip as she looked up into my eyes. "I can handle any size." She said with a vacant expression; her face stood unchanged, only staring at me like she was trying to look into my soul. Her hand began to wander, pressing her palm onto my long and throbbing bulge as she gave it a soft stroke. I felt myself melt at her touch, parting my lips slightly to expel a hot breath...

Her perfume was driving me crazy. All I wanted to do was to kiss her. There was no way that this wasn't going to happen now, she had felt my length... If she didn't know before, she certainly knew who I was now. "How do you want it? Soft and tender; or tough and hard?" There was a hint of shake in my voice, gulping before I moved my lips toward hers.

In an instant the playful teasing between us ceased. She pushed her head back and pressed one cold index finger on my parted lips. "Ah ah ah." She sounded in a dominant fashion. "These lips aren't for kissing. Now here's what were gonna do. Were gonna cut the fucking foreplay, cut the fucking dinner. You, mister, will take me to your room and put a blindfold on me..." She curled a evil grin across her face, one thin brow raised.

My heart skipped, Alanah didn't seem like a girl who would be into something like that. I responded with a succinct nod; what followed was Claire pushing past me with her finger hooked around one belt loop of my jeans, roughly tugging me toward my bedroom.

She was feeling the same energy as me, wanting nothing more than to become a naked, tangled mess of limbs. Better yet, we we're going to do it in the same place as me and Alanah, but she was determined to outdo her bestie in every way. Right now, she was in competition, which one of them was going to lock me down as their go to booty call.

Entering my room, Claire dropped her hand from my jeans, quickly moving to the bed. Crawling on her knees to the centre of it before sitting her ass back on her trainers. Smirking excitedly, she slid her hands down the smooth fabric of her leggings; digging her nails deep into her thighs, hard enough to make her shut her eyes and let out a wince of pain.

"Whatever you find, make sure you tie it tight. I don't let men do anything to me half assed, got it?"

Thanks to how the raven-haired girl sat her thighs looked nothing less than amazing; I wanted to follow in her actions, squeezing her soft flesh, to feel the fabric of her leggings in my hands. "Don't worry Claire. I've been brought up to always give one hundred percent." Having to pull myself away from staring at her I finally moved toward my chest of drawers, fishing around in the seemingly endless pile of clothes. I knew exactly what I was going to use. I pushed past the pile of underwear to a pair of cheap noise cancelling headphones and a blindfold...A bitchy gift Alanah gave me the first time I complained about the noise she would make with her tinder dates.

I found it just before the moment started to get embarrassing, hooking my hands over it to pull the blindfold out of its hiding place. I turned to her and grinned, stepping up to her and shuffling onto the bed to the side of her. She shut her deeply shadowed eyes, patiently awaiting the eye covering to be wrapped around her. Claire felt her heart beat pick up, a little fear pulsing through her system, it was exactly what she wanted...

Reaching over I fingered the small pully system to tighten it around her head, pulling at it hard to a notch which I felt was probably too tight. She only replied with a deep grunt and a smile... I shifted back off the bed in front of her and felt the urge to feel this woman. I stroked her cheek softly, then sliding my thumb over the bottom of her plump, matte brown lips. With no hesitation she spread her lips and leaned forward, immediately pushing to the base of my thumb to give it a hard suck, letting her tongue slide around it, daring around left and right, wrapping it around my thumb masterfully.

I moaned a moan that only a master could push out of a man, she was sucking as good as Alanah, with her tongue wet and slippery, moving around every part of my thumb. I started to thrust my thumb in and out of her mouth, gasping as my cock pressed hard on the denim of my jeans. It wanted out, wanted to meet with this hot goddess before me. It was throbbing and pulsing like crazy, almost like it had a mind of its own, pushing hard against my fabric prison while Claire sucked my thumb like it was her only purpose in life.

With my other hand I unclasped my belt expertly, immediately relieving some of that pressure on my monster, the jangle was loud in the small room; any woman with expertise in the area of sex knew what that meant, it was just the next completed stage in this woman's true goal. "Have I mentioned that I think your whole goth slut look is very arousing." I say as I pulled my thumb out of her tight lips and brush the wetness across her smooth matte lipstick that lathered across that cock sucking mouth.

She gave me yet another wide smile as my thumb left her mouth. She tilted her blindfolded head up as if she was looking into my eyes, licking her saliva off her unsmeared matte lipstick as my manly voice filled her head. "I know you do baby. Just makes you want to stick that monster in my mouth and ruin it, doesn't it...Don't hold back; I don't enjoy prissy bitches being all soft and loving with me. I'm not your whore sister."

With that she opened her mouth, gaping wide, she let her long, wet tongue slither out past her chin as she said 'ahhhh' like she was getting a dental check-up; allowing me to see the wet hole she wanted me to fuck with my cock.

TO BE CONTINUED...