The Major Diaries Pt. 08

Jon Major has always enjoyed the company of women. In the series Caught! we saw Jon as a college student whose heart was broken repeatedly by girlfriends who were unfaithful. The Major Diaries tells the story of Jon when he's older and wiser - and determined to be with as many beautiful women as possible without risking betrayal. How well does he succeed? Chapter 8 explains how Jon helps a young woman learn more about the things that arouse her. ................................................................

Things started a bit rocky with Marcia. But she eventually became one of Jon's favorites.

Marcia was a gorgeous woman. She was very enthusiastic in bed. But she almost ruined her chances with Jon by being a bossy little bitch. She kept demanding an exclusive relationship with Jon, and she sometimes treated him like one of the high school boys she used to dominate. It made Jon so angry that one day he bent her over his kitchen counter, held her down, and fucked her in the ass. It was a very sudden introduction to anal sex.

She got the message: she could be with Jon if she stopped being such a bitch, and she accepted that he only wanted to be in an open relationship. Marcia fell into line immediately. Jon was a big upgrade from the other guys she's dated, and she realized she wanted to accept his conditions.

Still, Jon couldn't help but feel some lingering resentment over the amount of success Marcia had in her effort to dominate him. No teenage freshman girl had the right to do that: he'd been very clear and honest about the kind of relationship he wanted to have.

The resentment changed the nature of their affair. Jon felt less concerned about Marcia's feelings, and he treated her differently from other girls. He tended to take the dominant role with all his girlfriends, but things went to another level with Marcia. He spanked her harder, pulled her hair, slapped her face, made harsher demands, threw her around in bed, gave her stern orders, and made more of an effort to gain total submission.

Marcia loved it. She'd never been treated that way, and she was surprised to discover that it thrilled her. She looked forward to going to bed with Jon because it was always an adventure. He was like a character from some kind of bodice-ripper erotic romance novel. The more she submitted, the harder Jon worked to find new ways to force her into the world of BDSM.

He'd never dated a woman who made him feel so free. Since he'd already decided that he'd have no trouble replacing Marcia with a woman who didn't mind being in an open relationship, it made him willing to subject her to very rough treatment.

On Friday night Marcia came over to Jon's apartment with an overnight bag. Their plan was to have cocktails, make love, go to dinner, dance at a club, then go home to make love again, sleep, and make love one more time the next morning. It was the kind of date that made Marcia feel a lot older than 18. She imagined that this was the kind of date adult women had with real men.

"Good evening, Marcia. You look absolutely lovely," Jon said.

"Thank you, Sir. You look very handsome," she said. Without being asked, Marcia had started calling Jon "sir." It was one of the many things that revealed how much she'd embraced the role of being a sub to Jon's role as a dom. Hearing Marcia call him "Sir" always gave Jon a little thrill.

They enjoyed a few minutes of small talk before Jon offered to mix cocktails. As always, Jon knew that Marcia was a typical 18-year-old girl who liked having an opportunity to drink alcohol. She was too young to buy liquor in stores or restaurants, so having a boyfriend who owned a well-stocked bar was a special treat.

However, Jon knew that Marcia might prefer something else.

"If you want, I could roll you a joint," Jon said. "I know you like weed, so I stopped at a dispensary this afternoon and picked up some of your favorite brand."

Seeing this thoughtful gesture from Jon made Marcia happy. "I would rather have a joint, if that's alright with you."

"I'll roll it right now. But I have a surprise first. I got you a gift."

A gift! Jon was constantly buying her thoughtful gifts! He'd paid for her to have a spa day at an upscale boutique, and he'd given her a lovely topaz necklace that complemented her peaches and cream complexion. She'd expressed an interest in a certain kind of make-up, and he'd bought some for her. She was sure she'd love this gift as much as she'd loved the others.

"What is it!?" she asked. "Where is it!?"

"It's in the bedroom. I think you'll like it. It's something for you to wear. You are such a sexy, beautiful girl that I think it will look great on you. I left it on the bed. Why don't you change into it while I roll your joint?"

"I'll be right back!" Marcia said, running to the bedroom.

"While you're back there, you'll find something else I bought. Bring it with you after you've changed," Jon said.

Marcia found what she realized was a piece of especially sexy lingerie. It was a fishnet catsuit, the kind that covers the body from the wrists and neck to the ankles, covering everything but concealing nothing. She stripped off her clothes and donned the catsuit, marveling at the way she looked in the mirror. Her erect nipples poked through the fishnet. The little blonde bush on her pussy was on clear display. The outfit conformed perfectly to her skin, adding a geometric pattern that accented her curves. She thought wearing the catsuit made her look even more naked than she would be if she was totally nude.

She removed a pair of high heeled shoes from her overnight bag. It seemed like the proper footwear for the outfit. Jon had been introducing her to increasingly kinky things over the last few weeks, and the catsuit seemed especially edgy. Marcia had led such a sheltered life with her parents that she hadn't known lingerie like this existed, and it felt exciting to wear something so blatantly sexy. She was particularly aroused by the fact that there was an opening in the crotch. She could have sex without removing the catsuit.

Then she saw what else Jon left on the bed. It was a riding crop. He'd spanked her many times, and they'd both enjoyed it. Once, when he spanked her especially hard, Marcia had an orgasm. Apparently he wanted to whip her like a racehorse. She was certain it would hurt and feel good at the same time.

"Do you like it?" Jon asked when she returned to the kitchen. He'd finished rolling the joint and was looking for a lighter.

"I love it," Marcia said. "I feel very sexy in this. Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, Little Girl," he said.

They went to his sofa and lit the joint. Jon let her do most of the smoking; he wasn't as enthusiastic about weed as Marcia, so he took shallow hits that left him with a mild buzz. Marcia inhaled deeply, and it wasn't long before her face bore the smile she always displayed when she was high. Smoking made her happy - and horny. Jon knew that Marcia needed to be caressed, petted and stroked when she smoked; she reminded him of a kitten who wanted her belly scratched.

He stroked her arm, and was pleased when she shivered in response. "Are you ready to take this to the bedroom, Little Girl?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'm ready to please you," she said.

Jon closed the blinds and curtains in the bedroom, then lit several red candles that cast a dim, warm light. The candlelight gave the room a romantic atmosphere that did a lot to stoke Marcia's desire. Jon went to his stereo and started playing a recording of ocean waves. Hearing the sound of waves lapping at a beach set a sensual mood and helped Marcia imagine that she and Jon were about to have sex on a blanket by a sand dune.

Without another word, Jon placed Marcia on her back in the middle of his bed. He removed his clothes and climbed on top of her fishnet-clad body.

"You look amazing," Jon said. He gave her a deep, soulful kiss that inflamed Marcia's passion. She wrapped her arms around him and spread her legs, letting him know she was more than read to make love.

But Jon had another idea. He worked his way down Marcia's body, kissing and nibbling around her pussy. It was warm and wet, and Marcia longed for him to lick and suck her clit and the soft folds of flesh inside her lips.

"Eat my pussy, Sir," she said.

"Say please, Little Girl," Jon said.

Jon had played this little dominance game with lots of women, but none of them were better at it than Marcia. "Please, Sir. Eat my little pussy. It needs your tongue. It needs your lips."

"Beg," Jon said.

"Oh my God, Sir! I'm on fire! My pussy is on fire! Please, please, please eat my pussy! I'll do anything for you! Just eat my pussy and I'll be your slave!"

Jon smiled, then licked the length of Marcia's hot, wet slit. "Ahhhhh!" she cried. He lingered on her clit, sucking it between his lips and flicking that sensitive little button with the tip of his tongue. Her voice sounded desperate. Of all the women Jon had taken to bed over the years, none of them were better than Marcia at playing the role of a sub with a strong craving for her dom's cock.

Each time they made love, Marcia was a little more emphatic when she begged. The weed helped put her in the mood, but the main difference between Marcia and other women was that she was able to convince herself that she was an innocent little victim being tormented by a predatory older man. It was a delicious fantasy that grew stronger each time she felt it. Jon marveled at her capacity for artful submission. He was glad he hadn't dumped her when she made him angry.

He lapped at her pussy, enjoying her taste and fragrance as he drove her wild. She moaned, groaned and made sexy little sounds as Jon made her crazy with lust. The recording of the ocean provided a wonderful soundtrack for sex. Jon licked Marcia's pussy each time they heard a wave crash on shore. The waves were getting louder and crashing faster. The recording suggested that a storm was coming. It made them feel wild. More passionate.

Jon gave Marcia something he'd never given her before. Spreading her legs a little wider, he licked her little brown butthole. It shocked her. She'd never experienced analingus, and she was so naive that she didn't know lovers did such a thing in the bedroom. "Jon!" she called out in alarm. Jon smiled to himself, then he licked her buthole again. He planned to give Marcia a real anal workout soon, and he wanted that part of her body to be sensitive and ready for him.

He backed away from her pussy and looked her in the eyes. "Are you ready for me to fuck your face, Little Girl?" Jon asked.

"Yes, Sir. I want you to fuck my face," Marcia said.

Jon positioned himself sitting at the head of the bed, moving Marcia around so her face was directly over his lap. Marcia saw him pick up the riding crop. She shivered. He was going to whip her. She'd enjoyed being spanked in the past, but it had hurt a bit. Being whipped with a riding crop would surely hurt more. A lot more.

She sucked the head of Jon's hard cock between her lips. Maintaining eye contact, Marcia began bobbing up and down the shaft, sometimes backing away so she could lick and suck the head. Jon was very pleased with Marcia's cocksucking skills. She'd been unenthusiastic and clumsy the first time she'd sucked Jon's cock, but she'd improved with practice. Marcia had been reluctant to swallow Jon's cum at first, but she'd gradually taught herself to suck his cum right down her throat. She realized that Jon could find girls who'd swallow his cum, and she didn't want to be replaced over such a minor issue.

She learned to suck Jon's cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. She tried to suck him into her throat, but she could never get that right. Everytime she tried to deepthroat Jon, she was unable to overcome her gag reflex. She'd tried and failed so many times that it made her jealous of girls who knew how to deepthroat.

As she sucked Jon's cock in and out of her mouth, he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed gently, trying to get her to swallow his cock. "Just a bit deeper, Little Girl. You can do it," he said. She tried again, failed again, and Jon swatted her ass with the whip. It hurt, but it gave Marcia a delicious feeling of powerlessness. It made her feel that Jon was in complete control of her body, and that she'd be punished if she didn't do exactly what he wanted.

Marcia's blowjob may not have been perfect, but it was good enough to make Jon very, very hard. His cock felt like granite wrapped in velvet. Marcia listened to the sound of the ocean and bobbed her head up and down each time she heard a wave come ashore. She was high from the weed, and it made her more aware of the meaty taste and texture of Jon's cock in her mouth.

It was time for something different. "Would you like me to fuck your pussy, Little Girl?" Jon asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'd love that," Marcia said.

"Say please."

"Oh please, Sir. Put your big hard cock in my tiny little pussy. My pussy is so hungry for your cock. It's been so long since you've fucked my pussy. I'm begging you, Sir. Please. I need it so bad."

Jon smiled. Marcia is really getting good at this, he thought. She's turned herself into a real slut. Jon used the word "slut" in the most complementary way possible. He considered himself a slut, and felt that anyone who wasn't a slut was missing out on life's greatest pleasures.

He laid on his back, signaling that he wanted Marcia to ride him cowgirl-style. She straddled his body and ran her wet pussy on his cock. "May I have your cock, Sir?" she said.

"Go ahead. Put it in," Jon said.

Marcia raised up, took Jon's cock in her hand, and placed the head at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to push it inside, but Jon only allowed a fraction of an inch to enter her body. He pulled back, paused, then went in a tiny bit more.

"Please, Sir. Can I have more?"

"Beg," Jon said.

"Please, please, please, Sir. Please give me more of your cock. It feels so good, and I want to feel all of it inside me. I'm begging you to put it all the way in. I need you to put it all the way in. I'll do anything if you just give me more cock. I'm your slave, Sir. Please give me a reward for being such a good slave."

Marcia looked unbearably sexy. Her face was contorted in an expression of lust. Acting like a sub was part of a performance for Marcia, but when she said she desperately wanted more cock, she wasn't acting. Jon kept giving her a little more each time he pushed inside her, but he wouldn't give her the whole thing. This teasing was driving Marcia a little crazy, and she began crying out every time Jon withdrew.

Jon loved the way the fishnet clung to her body, emphasizing Marcia's glorious curves. He ran his hands over the fishnet covering her skin as he enjoyed the view. She looked almost like a wild animal as she struggled to get more and more of his cock inside her. The waves were crashing faster now, and Marcia moved up and down in unison with the sound of the surf. It sounded like a powerful storm was approaching, just as their excitement was building to a climax.

Jon felt that Marcia was about to have an orgasm. He didn't want that to happen yet, so he whipped her ass hard with the riding crop. "Ohhhh!" Marcia cried out. The pain of the whip pulled her back from the edge of a climax. She resumed going up and down on Jon's cock, starting over.

She looked wonderfully sexy as she worked to make herself cum. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth was wide open, and her hands rested on Jon's chest as she ground their bodies together. It went on, and on, and when Jon thought she was about to cum, he whipped her ass again.

Marcia realized that Jon wanted something from her. He wanted her to beg.

"Please, Sir! Let me cum! You've got me so hot I'm going crazy! I'm begging you to let me cum! If I don't cum, I'm going to explode! Your Little Girl is begging you! Let me cum!"

It was heartfelt and emphatic, but not convincing. Jon whipped her ass again. He whipped her harder this time, sending an intense wave of real pain through her body. That hurt! It hurt a LOT more than being spanked! How long was he going to torture her this way? He'd never gone this far before. Marcia had no idea what would happen next.

She found out quickly. Jon grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her face-down on the bed. He climbed on top of her exhausted body and placed the head of his wet cock against the entrance to her ass.

"Would you like me to fuck you up the ass, Little Girl?" he asked roughly.

The sound of the ocean had grown loud and violent. The storm raged furiously, driving one powerful wave after another against the sand. It sounded as though the wind might blow them away. Marcia braced herself for more pain. Already, her ass burned from being whipped. From experience, she knew it always hurt a little every time Jon shoved his cock up her ass.

"Yes, Sir. You're Little Girl's ass is ready for you," she said, not completely sure she was as ready as she claimed.

Jon pushed hard enough for the head of his cock to enter her ass. "Ahhhhh!" Marcia cried out in pain. Being sodomized so roughly hurt - but in a good way. Pleasure and pain became one. Jon began sawing his cock in and out of her tight little ass. Marcia moaned and groaned. Neither of them knew if her cries were of anguish or ecstasy. Maybe it was both.

By this time Jon couldn't last any longer. He'd done a fine job delaying his own climax, but he could delay no longer. When he finally slammed his cock all the way into Marcia's ass, he began to cum. She felt his cock throbbing as he came again and again, filling her ass.

It felt so good it hurt. "Jon! Jon!" Marcia cried.

She felt as though she was crashing through a pane of glass, finding a climax on the other side. Jon held her down as her body shook violently. The strong muscles in her rectum clamped down forcefully on his cock, pinching off the last drops of his cum. She made little fists and pounded the mattress as wave after wave of intense sensation slammed her down. The sound of pounding surf filled the room.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" she cried as the onslaught went on and on. Jon felt the strong muscles of her ass clench, relax, then clench again. He knew it was the strongest orgasm she'd ever had with him, and he suspected it was the strongest in her life. He was right about that.

When Marcia was finally finished, Jon rolled off her body and lay on his back beside her. They were both exhausted. Spent. Literally and figuratively drained. Jon felt proud of himself. He wanted to push Marcia deeper and deeper into the world of BDSM, and his plan was working. She'd embraced submission, anal sex, kinky lingerie, pain, and the idea that Jon was her Master in bed. What else could he do to cultivate her inner freak? She'd never experienced anything but vanilla sex before they met. Now, her appetite for all flavors of eroticism seemed endless.

Rising from the bed, Jon fetched a package he'd purchased at a sex store. He planned to make anal sex a standard part of their time in the bedroom, so he bought a set of three butt plugs, sized small, medium and large. They were made of soft silicone rubber that made them as comfortable as possible. He applied lube to the smallest one and gently inserted it into Marcia's throbbing butthole.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's a buttplug."

"What's a buttplug?"

Jon laughed. He kept forgetting how little Marcia knew about sex. It was one of her most charming features. He explained that lovers used buttplugs to help stretch the anus just a little so it can accommodate a cock with less pain. "Besides, I'm turned on by the idea that I just pumped your ass full of my cum. I'd like for you to leave it there for a while. You won't have to worry about leaks with the plug in your ass."