My Heart Belongs To...: A Novel of Age Play

by R. Greco

  “I have only ever worn this around the house, you know, to model for some guy or something.”

  “I can see your ass almost completely.”

  “It was all I could do to pull it down in front so my pussy didn’t show.”

  “Turn around, let me see.”

  Terri complied, her hands to her front, in effect pulling the pleats together and down into a ‘V’ between her fingers covering her pussy. I suddenly realized I had yet to see her puss-puss, and her modesty, while making me grin, made sense.

  “Oh, now that’s a perfect picture,” I said, lifted my cell to my eye and took another shot.

  She rocked as if I had touched her.

  “Let, let me open my eyes, please?”

  “Okay.”

  Terri did so and gave me the up and down.

  “Are you really taking them to show Jon?”

  “The one thing you’re gonna learn before this night is through Ter, is how serious Jon and I take this stuff.”

  The girl swayed ever so slightly and I reached to my waist and released my flaccid tie as I stepped closer. Yes, it was all a bit dramatic and would have been better facilitated had I not been holding my iPhone and not trying to step my heels from the falling splash of my robe. Still I knew I came across pretty hot since Terri couldn’t stop staring at me dressed in heels and corset … and nothing else. I figured I could be panti-less as she was and I caught Terri staring down there at me as much as she did at my popped-up scoops of vanilla ice-cream scoop tits.

  “I’ve still yet to determine what your punishment will be,” I said, stepping up close to the beauty standing so seemingly coy, embarrassed and trying to cover her front in the middle of my living room.

  “For now though, you have to show me your pussy, once and for all.”

  The girl looked hard at me but complied. Keeping her hands where they were, Terri simply lifted the material she held and slowly revealed a landing strip of short brown hairs, cut trim and neat and nicely upper muscled thighs.

  “Higher please,” I said and the girl raised her skirt higher as once again I took a picture.

  “Don’t move,” I ordered after I managed a second shot. Really shaking then, Terri stood her ground, exposing her front completely now by spreading her pleats high and wide.

  As she stood there I sent the pictures to Jon.

  “He won’t … I mean he won’t show them, right? To anyone, I mean.”

  Odd question to be asking right then, I thought. If I didn’t know before that Terri was an exhibitionist I knew it right then. In all actuality she was more worried about Jon’s comment back to me on her ass and pussy then she’d ever be with him showing her picture to people she’d never come in contact with. She had let me take pics and send them without protest and I could sense her wanting me to take more, after making her remove more clothes of course.

  “Take off your shirt.”

  I though this suggestion would unnerve the girl even though she was aching to get naked for me and by extension, Jon. Terri was a small busted girl, maybe 36B’s – if that – and while perky and nicely rounded she often made remarks on the size of my breasts (and sporting 36C’s I wasn’t really so busty) and often seemed like she was salivating over Marcie’s rather big boobs. But remove her shirt she did and came to stay standing there her big red nipples hard and high, her thighs slightly spread as she put her hands on her hips in a stance of mock defiance.

  “So, take another one,” she said, suddenly more brazen then I thought she’d have been standing there topless.

  Goes to show you how brave a girl can be when playing sub.

  I decided not to, but the phone chimed just then as Jon replied to the pics.

  “Cute,” I said reading his text. “He asked if you are an obedient toy.”

  I could see a flash on confusion cross the girl’s pretty slightly angular features. I could only go so far in explaining to Terri without losing her, I knew. She was here because she had begun this escapade, she had willingly let me take pictures and she knew I was going to enact some sort of comeuppance on her within minutes. Still though, the whole toy idea might, as I had expressed to Jon, be too much for Terri’s sensibilities.

  I had to tread carefully and expose Terri slowly to the ideas Jon and I fell so easily into.

  “I know you’re obedient,” I said, placed my phone on top of my TV and ran my hand up into Terri’s short bob. Pulling her head back the girl squealed and repositioned her feet with a “splisqurin” across my hard floor.

  I was suddenly very hot to dominate her.

  “I am going to give you the punishment of your life,” I said pulling her head back even more, then leaning in to plant a kiss on Terri’s mouth.

  I pushed up into the girl as our tongues met and Terri gasped for air. With my free hand I reached under her skirt, found her naughty little warm place and began to finger her pussy, thrusting two fingers up as she gulped up into me and began to buck. I released my hold on her hair, giving her room, letting her ease into and turn into our Frenching, but continued to finger fuck Ter as practically sat on my hand. My text chimed but that wasn’t why I stopped kissing and fingering her.

  I stood back, looked her over as she came to stand up straight and pant for me to continue.

  “Turn around and loose the skirt,” I said and Terri wiggled the last part of her outfit down her taut legs then off her high heels.

  With her beautiful high ass in front of me, the girl was completely naked now in my brightly lit living room except for her heels. I stood back and grabbed the phone to take my last pic. Terri turned to look over her shoulder and I managed what had to be the most scrumptious shot of her with her pointy chin to her right shoulder, her light eyes fixing the viewer with a slightly exhausted stare, her thin yet cut shoulder blades, judiciously freckled back and that ass, that virgin tan little bottom the perfect canvas for what I was about to do to it.

  I sent this picture to Jon after reading his last text that simply read More?

  Once again I put the phone down, that would be the last picture. I managed two pegged steps back to the girl’s ass and put my right hand to Terri’s right ass cheek, while draping my left arm across her chest.

  “You are my little toy for the night?”

  I figured she’d have no question or objection to my use of the word since I could feel her start to buck again. I had stopped fingering her too abruptly for Terri to present any real resistance now.

  “Ye-yes,” she said as I kneaded her check and held her all at the same time.

  “My plaything ... to do what I want with?” I cooed as I hugged her hard and moved my hand to her left cheek.

  “Yes, Kay, oh yes.”

  I knew I was repeating the sense, not the actual words of what Jon had said to me. If it was possible I felt both dom and sub then ... dom over Terry but sub to being Jon’s ventriloquist.

  Terri was literally leaning into and on me, her ass pushed back, her hips rolling, her chest rising and falling hard. She had her eyes closed and head thrown back. She smelled warm and willing and I could imagine her pussy even wetter than it had been only seconds before when I touched it. Somewhere off I heard my phone chime again. I wanted to pay attention to Jon to be sure, tell him I had this girl admitting to being my toy and by extension another toy for him tonight, but I couldn’t break from the warmth and need of this thin creature in my arms. I couldn’t stop taunting her. I couldn’t break from feeling her body crest and dip as I felt her and kept her locked to me wondering when I might touch her again, wondering now that I had her bare-assed and agreeing to anything and everything just what the hell I might do to her.

  “Tell me you are my toy,” I whispered and Snat, I landed a smack to Terri’s right cheek.

  “Oh,” she moaned and I almost thought she began to cry but looking at her shut eyelids I realized I had just surprised her with the smack.

  “Tell me you’re my toy,” I said, raised my hand again and Terri be
gan to visibly quake even before I landed two more smacks, Tat Atat, right cheek to left.

  “I’m, I’m your toy,” she said to what I knew was the surprise and not the severity of the stings.

  I hadn’t hit her hard at all, it was more her rolling with the moment, just like I often did with Jon, amazed that not only are you being spanked, not only are you allowing it but that you so want it to continue more than you ever have anything in your life. Somewhere deep in my mind I knew a real honest spanking was needed here, I knew Terri and I would get into a good bun warming soon enough, but for right then I wanted to lead her round a bit. Get her off balance.

  And we did need to get to some pussy licking.

  “Convince me,” I said, stood away from Terri completely then turned her to me.

  A moment of truth was upon us.

  As I have mentioned and knew still, this girl wasn’t going to really deliver the best pussy-lapping I had ever had, unless my assumptions about her were way off. No, what this was about was getting Terri down on her knees, her face in my cunt and her knees rubbing on the hard wood floor so she knew, she was assured, she realized that for right then and there she was indeed my plaything, my toy, my object and I could with her and to her anything I wanted.

  Whether telepathy passed between us or she knew where her ‘place’ needed to be right then, whether she really had a desire to lick me or she instinctively knew I wouldn’t come across with anymore tickles, swats or taunts unless she got down below me, Terri did just that, with a slow slide down my corset. Facing my pussy she looked up once then pressed her lips into my bald mound. I offered no words or movement, let her begin lapping at me, raise her hand and open my thick lips, felt her flatten her tongue on my clit. I was pent-up, juicy and ready for sure. But I was far from coming and wouldn’t, as much from Jon’s order than from the fact I knew this girl on her knees before me was doing what she was doing because I had made her and not because Terri wanted to. In fact, it would be swee,t, indeed to enjoy all she did for me then, let her know I enjoy it, but not come so Terri would coddle some doubt that maybe she still had some pussy-licking skills to learn for the future.

  Sometimes it’s good even when the other person doesn’t so desire something. Sometimes in fact it’s good when your partner is doing something they don’t want to do because you made them do it.

  Terri was pretty good, not the worst little kitty licker I have ever had, not the best of course, but this was her first pussy (at least I figured it was) and I knew she hadn’t come over here tonight thinking she’d be down on the muffin as good old Steve Tyler said. I let her keep at me a good few minutes, even rolled my hips with her and looked down to enjoy the view of her ass and back. When she finally inserted the tip of her tongue – something that really surprised me and had me considering how ardently this girl might really want to explore her bi tendencies – I stepped back and helped her stand.

  I was starting to get more than a little squishy with the idea of Terri on her knees before me and less what she was doing on her knees, knowing the idea could get me off soon enough and I was determined not to come.

  Besides, I really needed to punish Terri. Making her dress for me, come over, endure some ogling, picture taking and fast fingering was one thing, but making her lick my puss wasn’t truly a direct punishment as much as just my way of assuring this girl I owned her presently. That she was indeed my toy. No, I had to enact some true specific comeuppance.

  “Here,” I said standing back to pull one of my high-backed wooden dining room chairs from the table.

  Terri turned as I led her by the wrist to my side. I sat as she stood over me looking down.

  “Have you ever been spanked?” I said looking up at her. Damn if the girl was sneaking the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. Fucking little naughty scamp was tasting me!

  I decided not to wait for an answer. She seemed so defiant, cute and sexy all at the same time. I simply pulled Terri across my lap and she wiggled what I could feel was her hot little cuny across my bare knee, popped her ass up high and placed her hands on either side of her head.

  “You have deserved this particular spanking for as long as I’ve know you,” I said, placing my hand on her right cheek. The girl instantly bucked into me.

  “I am going to spank you hard. I am going to spank you long and I am going to spank you until I determine I should stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, yes … ma’am,” the girl across from me squealed as she undulated between rigidity to arched back quivering.

  The ma’am helped to be sure. It rooted me to what I was doing and who I was.

  Smat. My palm bounced off Terri’s cheeks dead center.

  I had no idea how many I was going to give her, but they’d be hard heavy and hot, that much was for sure.

  I might have been Jon’s toy. I wasn’t coming because he had told me not to. And yes, talking with ‘Jersey’ this night had left me so confident and thick. But it was me, the pet, Kay, friend, seducer, ma’am and toy who had this fantastically foxy filly tight to my stomach, across my knee ready and willing to take a spanking.

  I was a woman with a multitude of ways and avenues to my adventures and I knew they were only just beginning.

  Chapter Four: The Master’s “Little” Mess

  1

  The couple was snuggled so close even the rain seemed to avoid trying to light on them. Somewhere in the arms pushed together and the sides of chests rubbing, even the occasional click of hip-to-hip, was the place where he started and she began, but as with their lovemaking the night before, the tall man and the wide woman were holding fast up the busy student filled street.

  Jon had been out here plenty but he had never been to Berkley. I had gone to school here for six months, I lived only an hour away now (depending on traffic of course) so the second day of his visit we decided to take my SUV and make our way down; that it was a drizzly late afternoon made the adventure even more romantic; that Jon and I had literally spent the first day of his arrival in bed fucking until we were sore, made this trip a much needed respite.

  After remarking on and marveling over the fact that the Rte. 80 Jon steered my car onto when leaving my house was the very same Rte. 80 that ended not more than a half hour from his, we fiddled with the FM and caught up on all manner of mundane life that had passed us by since the month seeing each other. We didn’t talk sex, we didn’t talk dominance or submission (nor had we delved into anything kinky the night before), we were simply two friends catching up. Ironic as it was that I had been through many heated phone calls with this guy being his little girl, toy and pet, now that he was here we had enjoyed a rather vanilla night of sex ... good solid Roggering though it had been.

  * * * *

  I could remember Lisa telling me pointedly that when I went to NYC to avoid Greenwich Village as it was nothing more than another Haight and another Berkley, and she had been right. The very last place Jon had taken me was for a spin was down those twisty small streets near NYU and though I found the place fascinating, seeing places like Café Wha and Washington Square, still I felt we had our very own version of student-fueled bohemia right here. I was proud to show Jon the area, happy and warm snuggled close to him and a bit worried what exactly would happen to me when he left after the weekend.

  “Um, vinyl,” Jon squealed as we came upon Amoeba records. I pulled his arm a bit.

  “Rasputin is on the next corner.”

  “Better?”

  “Kinda, yeah, more the stuff you like, I think.”

  So they walked to the next drizzly corner, her big hat sluicing rain off it, he in and out of awning edges, yet still peppered with drops into his thick dark locks. She liked the warmth of his body as much as his childlike enthusiasm for things like the fact that the same nationwide road that ended at his door began at hers and that he still searched for records.

  As we made the next corner and I released Jon to the brightly lit store I stole both a look at his ass as w
ell as letting go the fantasy of looking from the outside in at us. I did do that at times, like I knew we all did. Seeing ourselves separate from ourselves, nothing as crazy as like me speaking about Kay/me in the third person, still at times I would regard myself as a person in a film I was watching or novel I was reading. I hadn’t really done any of that over the phone with Jon but in NYC and here now I seemed to revel in both being present with the guy as well as considering us as a cute couple. I was simply romanticizing us being here as Jon almost skipped ahead of me, pulling my hand softly to the stairway leading down to the rock records. Feeling a lurch of more than just libido I stepped to this guy who always deferred to me, was always considerate to where I was when with him, would always wait for me before he descended a staircase or moved into a store doorway.

  Jon and I certainly have different musical tastes so as he made his way into some classic rock of the seventies I found some big band stuff from the early sixties. Rasputin was big, bigger then I had even remembered from fifteen years ago, a reverse of what I usually find from places of my youth. It was good to be back here though, fun to be showing this particular man the area but I really didn’t want to spend a lot of time in a record store in this college town when Jon and I had more sex to get to, or at least he had my ass to spank.

  What I had planned was a nice overnight in San Francisco. Jon had been in the city plenty before, but I had a friend who owned a seven-room hotel in the city, a very romantic slightly gothic place and I wanted to spend the night there. Not that another night of deep plowing wouldn’t do this girl good, when I had booked the Red Style Time House I had been hopeful that the surroundings might prompt Jon’s more dominant side. I had made the reservations when he solidified his visit and I was by no means trying to stage a scenario; first and foremost I thought the ‘Red’, as it was affectionately known, was simply delicious. But seeing that Jon had yet to even pat my ass nor had we spoken of anything kinky I was more than chomping at the bit to get him to that little brass and velvet hotel to see if we could start would we both knew was going to happen.