“You’re going to be ready,” he said.
“Yes.”
He produced a card.
“On Tuesday it will be seven days. You will meet me here, then.”
There was an address on the card. I took it and slipped in my pocket.
“Tomorrow,” he said, ushering me out of his office.
I walked back to my dorm room in a daze.
I went back the next day, without thought.
This time was different. He spread out on his sofa, his legs spread wide, and encouraged me to lie beside him, to rest my head against him and tuck under his arm as I sucked him off, slowly. I feel silly admitting it but I was working on my technique, and I thought I was getting better. I kept my hands on his cock and on his leg, to keep from touching myself. As he stroked my back I felt such desire that I could barely stand it. I wanted to make him cum just for the sake of it, and he finished in record time and I had to gulp it down and coughed from the force as it shot into my mouth. When it was over I just held his member between my lips and lightly tasted it. Eventually I sat up, and resisted the urge to wipe my chin. I hadn’t spilled a drop, but it felt strange not to wipe my mouth on the back of my wrist.
“Tuesday. Don’t forget.”
All through Monday I felt like I was floating. He came in my mouth and reminded me again that evening. I drifted around the campus afterwards, feeling lightheaded, tasting his seed. When they day came I was too distracted to go to class. I dressed to the nines, like it was a date. I paced, a wandered the campus, I went to the park and watched squirrels. Finally I walked down to the address. He was waiting for me by his car, a long sleek luxury model that I’d never be able to afford. He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman and off we went.
“I should blindfold you,” he said.
“Why?”
He smirked.
His house was huge. I was in awe, staring like a country bumpkin in the big city as I walked through the enormous foyer. McCray hovered over my shoulder, urging me towards the back of the house. I caught only glimpses of the upstairs. There was something odd about the house, eerie. I felt an energy. Like I was being watched. Through the house, we went to the back. To a door that led down into the basement. It was dark down there and still dark when he flicked on the lights. The cavernous space was lit by chandeliers, though there were little light bulbs, not flames. It was long and wide and dark, and was set up as some kind of temple. Mirrors lined the walls in gilt frames, like windows. My stomach fluttered and I wondered if they were windows. One-way mirrors. I looked at them and started to tremble.
McCray leaned over my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“No one is going to hurt you.”
He led me to the middle of the room. There was a bed there, covered in black velvet.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, calmly.
My heart hammered in my chest as I took off my jacket and passed it into his hands, then my sweater. I stepped out of my pants and he took those, and I was down to my socks and my underwear. I hesitated for a moment, then bent and slipped my panties down and stepped out of them, and then undid my bra. He took it all and came back with a cloth. He guided my loose hair back over my s shoulders and began scrubbing the makeup from my skin, starting with my lips.
“None of that,” he said.
I stood still, naked, quivering. I looked at the mirrors, trying to feel if there was someone on the other side, watching. Once he’d swiped away all the makeup I’d so carefully applied, he drew my hair into locks and began braiding it. From a basket at my feet he wove flowers into my hair, forming a crown around my head. Loose petals drifted to my feet and my toes wriggled. I was acutely aware of my nudity. He put his hand on my stomach and moved it slowly down, and swept his fingers over my pubes, not touching my wet sex. The heat was already building. I was desperate for release, shaking.
“Au naturale,” he said. “Perfect.”
When the crown of flowers was complete he brought something in front of my face. It was just a mask, just a simple domino mask made of cardboard and covered in silver paint. He drew it over my eyes and settled in place and tied the strings under the thick cord of my hair. His lips were near my ear, his breath hot on my throat.
“Do you feel it changing you? Masks have power. When we change our face, we change ourselves. Sometimes we wear a mask, and sometimes our masks wear us.”
“What mask is this?”
“None in particular,” he said. His voice was low and secret, only for me. “Tonight we’re making a new goddess. Wait here. Stand still.”
I froze as he drew back, moving out of the light. He was gone for a minute or more. When he came back I saw him in the mirrors. He wore a golden mask that matched mine and his hair was tousled, loose. Most of all, he was totally nude. His body was hard and lithe, sculpted but he was hirsute, with wiry hair on his chest and belly and legs. Golden flecks of paint covered his skin, especially around his neck and shoulders. Body paint, I suppose. His erection was even more impressive when he was naked, arched and hard. He moved behind me and I felt the tip of his cock, hot and hard and velvety, brush the small of my back. My knees buckled a little.
“Turn and service me,” he said.
I stepped onto the mattress, better than kneeling on the hard floor, and knelt in front of him. He took my head in both hands and guided his cock onto my outstretched tongue and into my mouth. He was rougher than before, fucking my lips as I sucked him, totally silent. I could see all his muscles flexing and bunching now as he responded to my tongue swirling around his head, to the intensity of the suction as my cheeks hollowed. I felt an urge to drag it out, and I know I pulled him to the edge over and over before he spilled his seed in my mouth and I swallowed and swallowed until I had it all. A soft ah escaped my lips as I pulled back, savoring the musky flavor of his seed. I sank back and sat on the mattress, and he stood over me, his cock still hard. It swayed obscenely as he moved to gather up something from beside the bed.
The rope was silk, or maybe cloth of gold. I swallowed when I saw it, wondering what he meant to do with it.
“Stand up.”
I rose to my feet and he turned me around, pulled my wrists behind my back, and looped them rope around them. Fear bubbled through me, harsh and cold, like wet smoke. When my wrists were bound, he tied my elbows too. The rope wrapped around my body, under my arms, under my chest, and by the time he was done I was thoroughly bound with only my legs free. I could barely move, and the ropes pulled against me, forced me to arch my back and thrust out my chest. He ran his hands over my breasts, not really cupping them, then pinched my nipples. Turning me with his hands, he pushed me back on the bed. I landed hard with a bounce and he dove down, shoving my legs apart and brought his face to my sex.
Despite my fear I moaned and pushed my sex towards his face, lifting my hips. I felt only his breath, not his touch. Then he gave my pussy a kiss, a light touch of his lips before drawing back. I moaned and writhed, trying to reach for him, but he drew back, then did it again. His lips were hot and moist on my skin. He kissed my thighs, working towards the junction of my legs again, When his lips reached my folds his tongue probed and circled around my clit, and I let out a throaty moan. It was like an electric shock, waves of heat rolling through me as my arousal grew. I’d never been so horny in my life. He drew back and let the feeling fade before he did it again, and again. His tongue ran all around my outer lips before sliding against my entrance and then up over my clit again. He put his mouth on me in an open mouth kiss that started with his lower lip pressing against my skin as his tongue flicked over my entrance and ended with his lips closing around my clit and sucking.
It felt so good, it almost hurt. I screamed and bucked under him and he held me down by the thighs. I writhed against the ropes, feeling their hot lines pressing into my skin. The sensations ripping through my body made me strain against my bonds. I wanted him to fuck me so badly I couldn’t even stand it. I thought I
was melting. Sweat beaded all over my body and I was writhing with excitement. I wanted to be filled so badly it made my clenching jaw hurt. My heels scraped over the bed and I gasped and whimpered as his tongue did its work, working me into a lather. I was so wet I could feel it. I was ashamed of my body’s response, embarrassed and weirdly proud all at once. Suddenly, he drew back.
He rolled me over. He grabbed my bonds and pulled me up on my knees, digging the silken cords into my skin. I felt the head of his cock touch my throbbing sex, and then all at once in a single punishing motion, he thrust inside me, burying himself to the root. I arched up and screamed. It hurt, oh it hurt, it stung and burned and it turned my legs to jelly, but it was so good. I felt so full. My back arched, straining my ropes, and I cried out as he began to thrust, moving slowly, gently compared to his first, sharp thrust. Slowly, using the ropes, he pulled me against him, driving in to the root before slowly pulling back, almost drawing all the way out. My legs were shaking like leaves and I could barely keep myself up. Every thrust was a slow, agonizing pleasure, chasing away what remained of the pain. My stomach quivered and my nipples were tight points.
He pulled me upright, driving into me, and squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I groaned and shook against him, feeling his huge erection deep inside me. I felt my pussy walls clench, gripping him. He moved slowly, holding me up. Then he pushed me forward and I flopped down on the bed. I saw a flash and went rigid, a chill spilling through me as I saw the bright flash of light on steel. There was a blade in his hand, and I froze with terror until he slipped the blade under the ropes and in a single cut, freed me. The silken cords fell away and he tossed the knife away from the bed. My arms came loose and I spun, wincing as his cock drew out of me. Surging forward, he pushed me down by the shoulders and entered me again, pressing me down with his weight as my arms and legs and slid around his back and hips and gripped tightly, forcing him in deep.
I raked my nails down his back, and he rolled. I lifted up from the force of the movement and came down hard on his cock. The ropes had left red lines all over my skin, and I was flushed around my neck and between my legs and slick with sweat. I rode him hard, bucking my hips forward and back, giving in to pure instinct. Grinding on him, my pleasure built. I let my head fall back as his hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts together, his thumbs circling my nipples. I was so clenched up I thought I would burst, that my muscles would snap like overtightened springs. I started to rise up and sink down, riding the length of his shaft, my legs shaking from the exertion of lifting my body, but I couldn’t stop. I lifted up, sat up, and rode him, hugging myself, panting and gasping and moaning, feeling sweat slide between my breasts and down my back. Flower petals fell all around me, white against the black velvet.
Heat snaked up from between my legs, spreading along my spine before opening in a fan that spread through my body. Waves of warmth slid down my legs, down my arms, made my fingers curl into fists as my toes curled back and I bucked wildly, grinding his cock deep inside me. The heat turned to cold then back to heat, spreading through me and I slumped forward, my stomach clenching as my pussy gripped his cock, and then arched back and cried out as the wave broke before I collapsed on his chest, jerking as the shocks spread through my body and my muscles went rigid. There was too much pleasure to be contained within me. As I peaked, he put his hands on my hips and thrust into me below, spending himself with a sharp grunt and a series of merciless thrusts that lifted me bodily from the bed until I went totally limp on top of him.
I collapsed, spent. I was so worn out I couldn’t even move, totally at his mercy. Exhausted as I was, I was totally content. I shifted to keep his cock inside me, still throbbing as he grunted and gasped through his fading climax, my body wringing out the last of his seed. I let him go soft inside me, remaining pressed to his chest until he lowered me to the bed and spread out my arms and legs. Rising to his knees, he began working the tension out of my muscles in a slow massage, working up my legs one at a time, then down my arms, before I rolled onto my belly. He worked the kinks out of my back and shoulders, kneaded my ass and traced his fingers over my skin until I was totally relaxed. Slowly, he slipped the mask off my face.
I rose up on my hands and knees, then knelt. McCray laid back on the bed and I leaned on his stomach, tracing my fingernails over his chest, brushing them through his dark hair as he caressed my leg and hip. I could feel his seed on my leg.
Little was said after that. He gave me a robe. I bathed, he drove me back to our meeting place and I walked back to campus, feeling an extra sway in my hips. My roommate didn’t notice my arrival.
The next day, I went to class. Everything felt strange. I ended up in McCray’s office again at the end of the day. This time he laid out on the couch and tasted my pussy as I brought him to climax with my mouth. I swallowed just before the explosion hit and I lay beside him, my head resting on his thigh.
“I’m making you my teaching assistant,” he said. “I have more research I need you to help me with.”
Camilla
“Welcome to Bunny Burger. Can I h-h-help you?”
I don’t usually stutter, but it’s tough to take an order when there’s a finger in your pussy.
Standing in the cramped little booth, I was taking orders. Off by itself from the main part of the restaurant, the little alcove was big enough for one or two people and the cash register beside the window. I tried to wriggle loose from his grip, but the night manager, Brad, had me by the belt and had his hand down my underwear and he just slipped his finger in my pussy and started playing with me as the overhead light flashed and the speaker stuck in my ear buzzed. I listened to the customer rattle off a list of unhealthy delicacies and punched them on the keypad and tried not to let the microphone pick up the little noises I was holding back. Brad slid his finger out of me and rubbed my clit lightly. It sent shocks down my legs and made my knees buckle, but I had to stay upright. I needed this job. I started college in less than a month and there was a lot to pay for, and things were tight for me and my Mom.
Brad slipped his hand out of my pants as the car pulled up to the window. I made their change and smiled and waved them on to go pick it up, then closed the window. There was no one else waiting, thankfully. My shift was almost over. I got off at nine.
He was twice my age, and he scared me a little. I started. I was flirty when I began working in the store, and he started flirting back, never mind that he was wearing a wedding band. I gave him little glances and smiled and played with my hair when I talked to him. Girly stuff. He was hot, unreasonably so for someone old enough to be my father. The outfit didn’t help. The Bunny Burger uniform consisted of black slacks, a pink polo shirt and a ridiculous hairband with big floppy bunny ears on it. To top it all off, I had to wear a fluffy bunny tail on my butt. Brad ordered my uniforms, and he purposely ordered everything a size too small. I had to pour myself into my pants and I was constantly terrified they would split, and the shirt was tight across even my less than ample chest.
When the car was gone he grabbed my ass and squeezed.
“You’ve got a big ass,” he said. “You ever been fucked in the ass, Camilla?”
“No,” I said, wriggling out of his grip.
“Playing hard to get, huh?”
He put his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.
“Brad, I don’t think Mrs. Brad would like this.”
“Fuck Mrs. Brad,” he growled. “She doesn’t put out, and she doesn’t have a nice big ass like you.”
His hands slid up my stomach and he cupped my breasts through my shirt. He once told me he’d fire me if I wore a bra and I half believed it. I was always self conscious about how small I was up top, but he always squeezed and played with my breasts and pinched my nipples through the shirt when he didn’t have his hands under it. My pussy still tingled from his explorations. He put the finger he’d put in my pussy in my mouth and made me lick it clean before he
slapped me on the rump and went back to work. It was just in time, as another car was rolling up and I had to take the order. Thinking about him distracted me from my work and I pushed it out of my head while I took the order and made change. That didn’t stop heat from pooling between my legs and creeping through the rest of my body and it didn’t keep me from getting so wet it made my underwear cling to my skin.
It was wrong and I knew it. It started about a week after I took the job. I got my hair trimmed down into a pixie cut after working in the restaurant left it limp and dull from all the grease in the air. It was such a pain to deal with that I decided to shear it all off, and then Brad noticed me. I noticed him first, wedding ring and all. The way he stood, the way he talked to we mere underlings, it all lit a fire that spread from my stomach and filled up the rest of me. He scared me a little, too. Even when he fingered me like that it set me on edge. I’d never been touched that way before. I looked up at the clock. Quitting time was close. The store closed in ten minutes. I watched the clock spin down and shut everything off and took off my headset. I locked the sliding door and turned around, and there he was.
As he filled the little alcove with his presence I was just taking off my headband.
“Keep those on.”
I settled them back on my head and swallowed.
“I have to get ready to go home.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I have first shift tomorrow.”
“No, you don’t. You have night shift for the rest of the week.”
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