by Jolene Avonn
“Are you quite finished?” he asked, perturbed, when I finally held still and allowed him to complete the milking.
“Yes, sir,” I groaned. “I’m sorry...”
“Calvin,” he said. “My name is Calvin. Don’t ever do that again, Rielle. If we’re discovered, we’ll be in severe trouble. Nothing must alter the Master’s schedules. Nothing!”
Calvin stood and added, “I’ll try to get here a little early tomorrow, since we’re off schedule. No promises.”
I rested on my haunches and crossed my arms under my breasts. I nodded at him, smiled a quick “Thanks,” and watched him leave. I felt so much better that I wanted to follow Calvin and hug him. The harsh session the night before, the horrible achiness of missing a milking – it had all vanished under his kind hands and salves.
~~~
A few nights later, my door burst open and I steeled myself for another session.
Maggie’s frantic voice surprised me.
“Quick, Rielle! Under the cot. Do as I say!”
“What?” I grumbled, still sleep-drugged. “What are you doing here?”
“No time!”
She tugged me off the cot and I tumbled to the floor. Then she kneed me in the side until I’d scooted under the cot.
Maggie took my place on top and let the covers droop, hiding me in the narrow space. The cot sagged under Maggie’s weight and the cool canvas just brushed my chest.
“Not a lot of time, so listen,” she whispered. “He wants to see you. Tonight. So I’ll go with your visitor and pretend I’m you. You stay here and wait!”
“But Maggie – ”
I knew Maggie was having a hard time recovering from her sessions. She was a little older than me, and seemed worn down by the constant stress of pleasuring men.
“Hush little one,” she said. “I’ll be fine. It’s Alex.”
The name stunned me silent. I’d almost forgotten about Alex after the succession of visitors.
Alex. Master. My master...my lover.
“He’s coming here?”
“Shhh!”
A noise at the door, and then a man burst into the room. He stalked toward the cot. I watched his large feet stop right by my head. He breathed heavily, almost like a bull.
“Mmmm good,” he said, laughing to himself. “I like redheads.”
Maggie stayed quiet.
“Get up, slut!”
The cot creaked as she tried to stand, followed by a frightened gasp.
“Fuckin’ yeah!” the man exhorted. “It’s the biggest one you’ll ever see! On your knees! Give me a little fun before we go.”
I watched Maggie’s legs bend as she knelt in front of the man. After a rustle of fabric, I heard the wet sounds of her lips meeting his shaft, then quiet gulps and slurps as she pleasured him.
“Now that’s a good girl,” the man said. “Get after it, little bitch. I heard you sucked it like a champ.”
Faster noises now as Maggie struggled to continue. He must have been holding her head. Forcing her. Wedging his cock into her throat. She gagged and spit, then fought on. Finally, a slick popping sound and Maggie’s soft grunt. Her legs disappeared from view.
The man must have hoisted Maggie over his shoulder. Quick, heavy footsteps, and then they were gone.
I was terrified – of being found out, of how Maggie would cope, and of seeing Alex. Anger welled in my chest, a surprising rage.
He wants to see me NOW?! After all of this?
I slid out from under the cot. The room was pitch black. I sat on a nearby chair to wait. A few minutes later, a light tap on the door. Alex entered.
He carried a flashlight that lit the floor in front of him in a widening triangle.
“Rielle?” he whispered.
“Yes, Alex,” I said.
He clicked the door shut and rushed over to me.
“Oh, Rielle, it’s so good that you’re here,” he said. “You don’t even know.”
“You’re right. I don’t even know,” I said icily. “What the fuck is going on, Alex? Why am I trapped here?”
“I’m sorry, deeply sorry, Rielle. I couldn’t tell you before.”
“Tell me what?”
Alex sat on the cot and held his head in his hands.
“I needed money,” he said. “A lot. I was trying to save enough for us to move away, somewhere good, somewhere with a good school for you.”
“I was happy with my college, Alex! What the – this was all for that? A stupid school?”
Alex flicked the flashlight on and off, nervous.
“I was in debt, honey. Way in debt.”
I paused, waiting for him to continue.
“I met this man, a real confident business man type, and he made me a promise.”
“What kind of promise, Alex?” I said slowly. The anger was still hovering, and if I hadn’t been tired and tincture-drugged, I might have run across the room and slapped my stepfather. Instead, I held myself in the small chair and rocked forward to listen.
“He knew about you. Somehow. About us,” Alex said in a low voice. “He said he’d pay off my debts if I brought you to his place and...well, pretended to seduce you. Like, he’d tape it and then we’d be out of there. Some weird kinky shit that he’d sell somewhere. He couldn’t stop talking about you.”
“Then how did we end up here?” I asked, already resigned.
“It changed. Everything changed. He demanded a fake kidnapping, one that I’d record. So...I did. Figured I’d explain it all as a big joke as soon as I got paid. Then he separated us and wouldn’t let me see you, and then he started threatening me. Do this or I’ll wreck your life, do that or I’ll tell the world you fucked your stepdaughter. I didn’t know what to do!”
“So – ”
“So, the first night, when we visited before your initiation, I...I taped it. I came in here, got it over with, and taped it. I thought that was it. I had to get us out. I couldn’t do it any other way.”
“You fucked me on tape?”
“That wasn’t me, Rielle. I...I just held the camera. Over in the corner. A night-vision thing.”
“So it was him.” I said, resigned. Master had been the one who took my virginity. I’d suspected that from the start – Alex had been a bigger, stronger man during the initiation than what I remembered from the harsh sex the night before.
Alex took a deep breath. In that instant, I felt sorry for him. He was wracked with guilt, and caught in an impossible situation of his own making. He had no idea that, even knowing the truth, I wanted only one thing in the world.
Him.
I know it’s difficult to understand. Just consider this: Alex was the only man in the world who ever cared for me. My entire life. And when he took me during the initiation, I no longer cared about where I was, or how I got there. I cared about him. I wanted to wrap myself around him and stay connected forever.
It’s what got me through the sessions – knowing that one night, Alex would appear.
“Do you know what they’re doing to me?” I asked.
Another pause.
“Yes. It’s...his business. It’s his own little world. What I’ve learned, well, in parts, is that men pay huge sums of money to come live here. They...oh, shit, Rielle...they come here to fuck. To breed. They call it ‘the school’ or ‘the barn.’ They want to fuck like animals and impregnate women and...I don’t know what happens after that. All I know is, every goddamned thing is tracked and scheduled and recorded. It’ll be a miracle if this visit stays secret.”
“Where have you been?”
“He has me in another wing, with the other customers. Says I should just enjoy it. Makes me go in on sessions. Under guard all the time.”
“You’ve done sessions?!”
I could see Alex shaking his head, his stubbled jaw lined with the single trail of a tear.
“I just pretend, Rielle. I can’t go through with it. I stay with a woman until the other men are too busy to notice me. It’s ho
w I met Maggie. How I found you.”
Alex explained the rest: how the initiation was a hoax, just recorded for some sick rich person’s pleasure, and how all the salves and creams were applied to men, too. The real Master, whoever he was, was creating and selling the ultimate experience: amplified sex, women swollen to bursting, and an unlimited supply of subjects. Some men might have called it heaven.
“Why don’t you participate?” I asked quietly. I moved over to the cot, sitting next to Alex. “If you’re trapped, and nobody knows, and they’re covering you with all these creams to make you feel – I mean, if they make you feel like I do, it’s almost impossible not to satisfy yourself.”
Alex was motionless for a long minute. He tapped his foot rapidly like he always did when he was nervous, ever since I could remember.
“It’s you, Rielle,” he said finally. “I don’t want to be with these other women. I realized early on that I want you.”
My heart raced and my face burned.
“You mean when you kidnapped me?” I said, half-teasing.
“Before that,” he whispered. “Long before. When I saw how you grew up – ” His voice trailed off. He stood, muttering, “I have to go. This was a mistake. I need to fucking get us out of this goddamned school. It’s the only way.”
“Wait!” I said, grabbing his arm. “It’s okay, Alex. After you took me, even before, I felt the same.” I whispered the last part, not believing what I was about to do. I stood up and pressed myself to him. “It’s not wrong, Alex.”
I could almost feel the conflict within him. His body tensed and his hands clenched at his sides. My inner heat grew in leaps and bounds as I pressed my breasts into him. Now my mind was joining with my body’s desires, and I could hardly control myself.
“Rielle,” Alex said, tracing a finger along my temple and touching my lip gently. “We can’t...I mean, we need to get out of here. I have to find a way to escape.”
I grabbed his hands and pulled them to my breasts.
“I might never see you again, Alex. You know that. Master is crazy. Either one of us could disappear tomorrow.”
He didn’t withdraw his hands. Their warmth was wonderful, covering almost the entirety of my breasts’ wide circumference with his callused palms and strong fingers. I was melting at the thought of him touching me more.
“Stay,” I whispered. “If only for a little bit.”
Alex remained silent. I could feel our pulses beating in rhythm. I did what felt natural, oblivious to anything but the steps leading to carnal pleasure.
I slowly knelt before him, letting his hands slide up my chest and on to my shoulders. I reached for the drawstring of his cotton pants and untied it, pulling them down to mid-thigh. Like most of the other men I’d been with at the school, he wasn’t wearing underwear.
His cock rose with each beat of his heart. It was as large and impressive as I remembered from my initiation.
“Rielle – ”
I cut off his words by cupping his balls and pressing my lips to the tip of his cock. I slowly opened my mouth and took him inside, inch by inch, until I was comfortably filled and about halfway down his shaft. Still playing with his balls, I leaned back and let my slack lips glide to the tip and then off. He tasted exquisite.
I told him so. He grunted in approval, or fear, or ambivalence – I don’t know. I was lost to the power of my lust for Alex and the strength of the salves. I tipped forward again and took his slick shaft along my tongue and deep into my throat, sucking when I withdrew this time, and then leaning forward to repeat the pleasure. And a pleasure it was, for me, too. My lips and the flesh of my cheeks felt tingled with heat and thrilled at the ridges of the hard cock before me.
Alex reached down and squeezed my breasts carefully, playing with my nipples between his fingers and working the leaking milk into my areolas. I was full and each tit wobbled as I breathed around his cock in quick gasps. The light twists of my stiffened peaks sent bolts of electricity to my heart. I felt the response in my pussy, too, as the sensations of Alex’s cock and hands made me hotter and hotter. I slid my tongue around his tip in a whirlwind of swirls, lavishing the underside of his cockhead and groaning on his shaft.
He slowed my frenzied sucking with firm hands on my cheeks.
“Careful, Rielle.”
He helped me to my feet. I wiped my face quickly and smiled at him in the dim light.
“What next?” I asked, fondling his member and tugging playfully.
“We can’t,” he said. “Not now.”
“But I told you,” I said, suddenly worried and half-whining, “it’s not wrong.”
“I know, Rielle. I want to, believe me. But it’s Master – somehow, he knows. He knows who...finishes in one of the women. If we do this, if my cum is inside you, he’ll find out. And then our lives are surely in danger.”
I couldn’t let Alex leave that night. Every fiber of my being was screaming for him to stay and take me once again.
“There’s one way,” I whispered. “He always has the men finish in me, and they always say that one place is off limits. That nobody can do me...you know. Back there.”
I’d never had a man in my ass before, and truthfully, never wanted it before. But this was Alex.
“He won’t even check,” I continued. “Nobody’s ever even asked about it. You’ll be my first.”
There was a thin sheen of sweat across Alex’s forehead. He ran his fingers through his thick black hair. My feverish work on his cock had had a significant effect. I could see him mulling over his options.
“We have to be fast,” he said. “I can’t get caught here.”
I hopped once in excitement and then nodded.
“Of course,” I whispered. I stepped out of my panties and stood before him, naked. “How do you want me? Have you done this before?”
“Only once,” he said. He helped me back to the cot, pushing me down gently until I perched on the edge. “I need something slippery. Something slick. I don’t want it to hurt you.” He stared at my breasts and I got the message.
“Here,” I said, reaching for his cock and pulling him into a crouch. “Let me.”
I slid his cock between my tits and pushed them together, hard enough to force a few small streams of the stickier pre-milk from my nipples. As I worked him up and down with my tits, I spread the milk along his shaft and pulled on his cock to make sure every inch was coated. My milk began to flow more freely, and he was soon as slippery as the best-lubed stud. I paused to kiss his tip gently and tasted my milk – not for the first time. It was warm and sweet on my tongue.
Alex was having trouble crouching, and as his cock swelled I realized he was dangerously close to coming. I leaned back and wiped my hands on the sheets.
“That will help,” I said. “Now where should I be?”
“Lay flat on your stomach, and roll up the sheets a little, right under your belly.”
I did as instructed. The mound of sheets under my tummy rounded my ass upward, and my legs fell naturally apart just enough to make me feel instantly exposed.
I placed my cheek on my thin pillow and watched from the corner of my eye as Alex dropped his pants to the floor and straddled the cot. His cock brushed against my back, then down along my ass as he positioned himself. The wide head rested on the crack between my cheeks and held there as Alex took a deep breath.
“I’ll try to go slow,” he gasped. “It’s hard. I want you so bad, Rielle.”
I gripped the cot’s frame. “I want you, too.”
Alex’s hand clenched the left side of my ass and pulled slightly, opening me, and then I felt his cock press against my tight entrance. I gasped at the sharp tingling that followed that tiny bit of pressure. He was so wide! And from what I already knew of his length, he was preparing to drive deep into me.
Alex worked his cock slowly against me. He covered my asshole and the space above and below with the slick milk dripping off his shaft. Then he re-aimed and leaned down t
o press the tip against the tense, tiny outer ring of muscle.
“Here we go,” he said, bracing himself on my shoulders and nearly crushing me against the cot.
At first, it felt like I wouldn’t give way. Alex’s cock pushed hard against my hole and I fought back with a firm squeeze, unable to relax and accept the penetration. But then his weight won out and he slowly slid inside. I cried out once – “Ah! Oh!” – and then bit down on my pillow to muffle my noises. Because the noises did come, I promise you. Every centimeter felt like a red-hot poker driving into me, the widest and hardest poker you could imagine. I moaned and prayed for my body to relax enough to accept Alex’s gift. He grunted as he leaned down farther, surging deeper, and the pain began to transform into a dull, warm throb. I felt the stiffness in my hips and shoulders lessen. The next inch plunged more quickly, the next even faster, and after a careful and slow few minutes Alex had worked nearly all of his cock into me.
“Christ, Rielle,” he moaned. “It’s unbelievable.”
“I know,” I said. My voice squeaked from the pressure I exerted to keep from crying out.
“Can I...move faster?” he asked. “Are you okay?”
“Mm-hmmm. It’s, well, it’s strange, but it’s good. You can go faster.”
Alex didn’t waste time. He sunk his hips into my backside and planted his entire cock in my ass with one sudden movement, knocking the wind from me and pushing so far inside that I thought my stomach was dislodged. Then he rose up, my ass clinging to his shaft crazily and lifting me partway off the mound of sheets, and slammed down hard enough to make the cot jump.
“Oohhhhh! Jesus, Alex!” I yelped, surprised. I’m not sure he heard me. He just pushed hard on my back and fucked me until my ass gave way completely and took his full length with ease. It was a new sensation – still incredibly tight, somehow grainy and ridged as he slid roughly in and out – but all the nerve endings that had never been thrilled like that before began to pulse and throb with a pleasure so intense I couldn’t focus on anything in the room. My ears buzzed like they do the first time you’re with your lover. Pure excitement. An instant thrill. Alex lifted and slammed down, lifted and slammed down, squatting over me and parting my ass with his cock. All I saw were the shadowy folds of my pillow, but I could imagine the view from above: the cock as thick as a small arm diving between the milky white upturned ass of a woman so busty her breasts squeezed out from underneath her prone body. A tall, muscular man’s powerful haunches flexing with each thrust; her tiny ass quivering under the blows; her hair tossing left then right as the intensity of the moment overwhelms her. Their combined grunts and savagery. His furious pace only quickening. Her legs shaking and her toes curling in ecstasy. Slick sounds from between her legs as she creams herself, a warm pre-cum soaking the space between her thighs and the sheets underneath, covering his balls as they dip down and surge up, dripping, strings of sweat and cum connecting the two bodies with silvery gossamer.
