by JJ Argus
“Please forgive me, Mistress Teagan!” I gasped. “Please let me lick your pussy!”
She sniffed, then gathered my hair up in a thicker bunch and wrapped it around her fist. She peeled off a short, wraparound skirt she had been wearing, and pulled my mouth in against her pussy.
“Do a good job, slave or I'll beat you,” she growled.
I was dazed enough from the heat that my awareness that this was a 'game' sort of flickered in and out. I licked Teagan's pussy, and licked harder as she jerked on my hair.
“That's it, you filthy little whore. Stick your tongue into me,” she growled. “Suck my clitoris, you nasty sex slave! Obey your mistress, slut!”
She was acting... well, she was very realistic! I was very anxious to please her, and obey her and lick her the way she wanted, despite that I was soaked in sweat and half dazed.
She jerked back on my hair.
“Are you my sex slave, slut?” she growled.
“Yes, Mistress Teagan!” I moaned.
She slapped my face again.
“Say it, slut.”
“I'm your sex slave, Mistress Teagan!” I gasped.
She pulled my mouth in against her sex again and I started to lick once more.
She kept jerking back on my hair, though, and making me say I was her sex slave, until finally she gathered my hair in both her hands and began to grind and roll her hips, cursing under her breath as she groaned in pleasure.
I had never heard of girls who squirted when they orgasmed. It seemed Teagan was one, and she squirted her clear juices into my face even as she frantically ground my face against her pussy.
After that she untied my legs, removed the clothespins from my nipples, then yanked me to my feet by the hair and led me, stumbling and staggering, out of the overheated shed. I kind of fell onto the grass, gasping in relief at how cool it was in comparison to the shed.
My nipples were starting to throb and pulse with relief, too even as Teagan spread my legs and shoved the big double-headed dildo into me. She squatted there, feeding the other end into her pussy, then lifted my leg up and half turned me onto my side.
She brought her pussy in against mine, until the entire dildo was inside us, then began to grind her pussy against mine with quick, hungry motions of her hips.
I just lay there groaning in relief, until she reached up and gripped my hair, pulling my head back, or rather, sideways, bowing my back since I was half on my side now. With my right leg up in the air against her chest she leaned in more, grinding and rubbing and slapping her pussy against mine.
The relief from having my nipples freed seemed to spread through my breasts, and I moaned in pleasure as she reached down to roughly grope them. And the way the dildo was kind of twisting inside me, the full pressure, and the feel of her pussy against mine, were all combining to heat up my body on the inside again – in quite a different way than it had recently experienced.
I felt a sense of resentment towards her, the fucking dyke. I didn't like what she'd done to me. But that didn't seem to matter as I rapidly became aroused by the sensations rolling up my body.
“Sex slave!” she taunted me. “Slave girl!”
The way she said it I almost wondered if she meant it. The idea was weirdly exciting, in a scary sort of way. The sexual pressure grew more and more intense, and my eyes closed as I rolled freely, bonelessly, dazedly amid the swirling, liquid heat
The orgasm which hit me wasn't as intense as the previous one, but it was intense enough to set every muscle in my body to spasming again and again.
“You were born to be a sex slave, you blonde slut,” she grunted, grinding and rubbing herself against me.
Chapter Five
Well that had been a hell of a visit. It had also been the most intense sexual experience of my life. Even though I wasn't gay! Those two girls had made me come again and again! And they were both pretty smug about it too.
I resented both of them, and felt irritable and indignant. At the same time, I was more than slightly astonished, almost in awe at what I'd done, and just a little smug about it, too. I mean, that afternoon of lesbian bondage was the kinkiest and the wicked thing I'd ever done, after all.
I had never really known, much less liked Teagan. I was surprised that Kenzie was so into such kinky stuff, though.
I stripped and took a long shower when I got home then put on a pair of drawstring shorts and a tank top. I was not gonna go outside again until it cooled off!
The heat made me worry a bit about Texas, though. It got hot in Texas. The dorms better have good air conditioning!
I thought about what had happened a lot, both how shockingly thrilling and hot it had been, and how submissive I had been to them. I had basically let them do what they wanted to me because... well... it turned me on. Plus, what did I know about lesbian shit? Even though it was degrading and it was really out of character for me to let people boss me around.
It had just been too darkly thrilling, too exciting. I hadn't wanted to say no. That didn't mean I had liked everything that had happened, like being locked up in the shed, or slapped in the face (I was very indignant at that). But overall it had just been too desperately exciting for me to overcome the heat gripping my mind and body and assert myself.
Teagan was a bitch, though.
What we'd done, though, was so wild that it made almost everything else seem almost boring by comparison. I mean, whatever a guy wanted, including fucking me in the ass would be like, yeah, well, why not? No big deal. That was sort of what it felt like.
That fucking dildo had been so long! And it had gone almost all the way down my throat into my chest!
But Teagan was still a bitch! I was half awed, half angry at how she'd simply shoved it down my throat. My throat was still a bit sore from it! On the other hand, now that I'd done that, I felt confident I would be able to swallow a guy's cock, to deep throat them. That was something it was kind of hard to practice you know.
I went downstairs and helped make dinner, walking around my parents and brother and sister like... like everything was normal. I felt weird, though, because I'd done this shocking, wild, amazing thing, something which had, in a way, changed me as a person. But I couldn't even mention it!
It's not like I'm some super gossip type, but you know, when something huge and awesome happens in your life you kind of want to discuss it with someone! No way I could talk about this with anyone, though, unless it was Kenzie, and I was kind of pissed off at her too, for springing Teagan on me without warning.
*
We have two cars, but my parents take both to work. Which leaves me walking or taking a bus (bleh!) or riding my bike, or hitching a ride with someone. Since I didn't make a habit of telling people about my pole dancing classes – since they'd all joke about stripping – I couldn't ask for a ride.
That left walking for half a mile, then catching a bus to get to the Superfit studio where the classes were held. They were a big place, and gave a lot of different classes, from yoga to dancing and traditional exercise classes.
The pole dancing classes were in a room without windows, unlike the others. I mean, it was an exercise class, but there was a cliché about it for obvious reasons. I have to admit that cliché was kind of a turn-on to me, too. I wouldn't ever be a stripper, but the fantasy was kind of exciting.
Everyone else was young and fit, since we'd been taking this for a year. And let's face it, overweight people didn't stand a chance at this. Women, in particular, tend to have weak upper body strength, and you need strength in your arms to climb up, never mind swing around a pole.
That was one of the reasons I'd chosen it. It built up and worked on all my muscles, upper and lower, especially my arms, abdomen, chest, butt and thighs. And the better you got the more interesting the routines you could do.
Yes, it was all pure exercise, but you didn't have to look hard to see how it could be sexual with very little change – including fewer clothes. We climbed up our poles, then
held tight with her thighs and ankles while bowing back further and further until we could grab the pole underneath. By then we were upside down. So with our backs to the pole, we then loosened her legs and let them open further and further.
I mean, sure we were all dressed in short shorts and tank tops or athletic bras. But I'm certain I wasn't the only one who imagined doing this in a big room full of people on a stage – naked.
I was supporting myself just with my hands, the pole running up along my spine as I spread my legs wider and wider, until the tendons in my thighs strained and ached. I held that for five seconds, then slowly forced my legs up and back together. Then I let them come apart again, all the way, straining, stretching the tendons, then lifting my legs back up again.
This worked a bunch of muscle groups and was good cardio too.
Then we clutched the pole with our thighs and threw our upper bodies upward, as if trying to sit up. That required some strong abdominal muscles! The idea was to then pull yourself up again, which I did. Then I slid back down to the floor.
Another exercise was to leap up, grab the pole, and use your momentum to swing your body around completely, grab it with your thighs, swing around again, then grab it with your hands and push out from the pole, throwing your legs backward. Then when they swung back you grabbed the pole between your thighs, let your upper body fall backward, then slide down the pole until your hands hit the floor.
All of it left me tired and achy and breathless and sweaty – as it usually did, but feeling good. I took a quick shower, then walked out in sweatpants and tank top. I checked my phone while I waited for the bus, and found messages from Kenzie and Teagan.
Kenzie's was like “I hope you had fun, let's do something like that again!”
Teagan's was still role-playing. “Slave, I think I want to feel your tongue on my clit again. Call me so we can arrange a time for you to get on your knees and service your mistress.”
“Don't think so,” I muttered.
But even as I read it I felt this rush of heat and sexual energy. I mean, I didn't like her, but that whole thing had been deeply exciting.
“Are you sure you wouldn't rather kiss my ass?” I sent back.
“I'll kiss your ass with my belt, Slavegirl,” she replied.
I snorted. Then the bus arrived so I put the phone away and got on. It was crowded and there were only two seats. One was next to this enormously fat woman, which left very little room. The other was next to this big black guy with dreads, which also left little room – but more than the fat woman.
I didn't dare take out my phone in case Teagan sent something outrageous and this guy read it. My eyes did kind of note how impressively well-muscled his bare leg was below his shorts, and then as my eyes roamed around I saw he was reading a brochure from Princeton University. I did a bit of a double-take over that, probably because of cliche's, you know.
Not that there was any reason some big, powerfully built black guy with long dreadlocks couldn't go to an ivy league college. He just wouldn't have been the image that came to mind when I thought of Princeton.
Since I was going off to college myself in a couple of months I was curious, and furtively looked at the pamphlet without him noticing.
We both got off at the same stop, and we both stayed there. For me it was because that was where I transferred to a different bus. I had no idea about him, though he looked at the pamphlet again. I took out my phone now that he couldn't see it and checked for messages.
Sure enough, Teagan had sent another of those “slave girl” things, promising me a bad spanking for my impudence.
I didn't answer, though some snotty replies did come to mind. I was busy kind of eyeing the black guy again. He was kind of hot, after all, and in a kind of, well... Conan sort of way. Then my bus came and I got on – and he got on too.
That started to make me suspicious. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time some pervert tried to follow me around. And then when I got off, he got off again! I started to wonder whether I should be looking to flag down a cop when he walked up beside me.
“Nine Seventy Five Lester Street,” he said.
I looked around at him, startled.
“That's where I'm going,” he said in a deep voice.
I flushed, because he must have been reading my mind.
“I wasn't worried or anything,” I blurted.
He smirked a bit. “Liar.”
I scowled.
“Hey, it's a bit of a coincidence so I don't blame you. But this whole area only has one bus going near it because everyone has lots of money and don't take the bus much.”
I had to admit that was right.
“I've had guys kind of... follow me around before,” I admitted.
“Not surprised. You're pretty hot.”
I flushed again and gave a kind of little laugh.
“Don't deny it. You know you're hot.”
“I'm... okay.”
“I'm hot too.”
I turned and raised my eyes and he shrugged.
“I know what I look like. I know how chicks react. You think I ever have trouble getting a date?”
“Well, neither do I,” I said in annoyance.
“I'm sure you don't. You got a nice fuckin' body.”
I flushed again, but felt a hot little rush of pleasure.
“You obviously work out yourself,” I said.
He shrugged.
We were walking side by side. You head through a very small grassy area between the road where the bus goes, and then another road that goes into the neighborhood where I lived.
“I've never seen you before,” I said.
“Don't spend much time here. Got school, got work. No time to fuck around. Now I'm done school and done my part-time job and working whenever I get called in until school starts.”
“I saw you looking at that pamphlet,” I said.
“Yeah, taking law.”
“Really?”
“You don't think a guy with dreads can be a lawyer?”
“It's just not the image I think of when I imagine some ivy school lawyer type.”
“I don't fit into many images.”
“I'm going to Texas A&M in the fall,” I said.
“Why the fuck you do a thing like that?”
I laughed. “Because it's far away, and warm, and it pisses off my parents, who wanted me to go to some liberal school.”
“You're not liberal?”
“I'm not anything, but liberals are self-righteous so they piss me off more than conservatives, who are just arrogant.”
“Well, maybe I should go to a conservative school, then. I'm arrogant too.”
“Oh yeah, how come?”
“Hey, baby, it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way.”
“Isn't that some kind of cowboy song?”
“Western. You should get used to em if you're going to Texas.”
“No thank you!”
We reached an intersection, and he headed to the left while I was going straight ahead.
“Maybe I'll see you around,” he said with a lazy grin.
“Uh-huh. Maybe,” I said.
He started to walk across the lawn of the house on the corner, then turned around.
“Unless maybe you want to drop by for a visit now,” he said.
I gulped. On the other hand, I wasn't headed home to actually DO anything. I stopped uncertainly.
“I haven't killed anyone in months,” he said.
“I didn't think you were some kind of... killer.” I said defensively.
“I'll buy you a drink,” he said.
“Uh, well... maybe for just a few minutes,” I said uncertainly.
I mean, I didn't know this guy! Okay, he lived in a very nice neighborhood and was going to Princeton. But that didn't mean he wasn't some crazy serial killer!
“Name's Jacob.”
“Emma,” I said.
It was a very nice house, though.
Thi
s is stupid, I thought. This guy could be a creep! A big creep!
He didn't seem creepy, though. He seemed intelligent and calm and confident and casual.
“This is a nice place,” I said, for something to say.
“Yeah, my parents are lawyers.”
“Both of them?”
He nodded. “Which means they make a lot of money and don't have a lot of time for anything but work.”
“Yeah, I know about that,” I said.
He brought me to the basement, where there was a pool table, card table, a bar, and pinball machines along the wall.
“Cool,” I said.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not naive. This guy wasn't inviting me in because he wanted some good conversation. He thought I was hot. He'd already said so. Well, I thought he was hot too. Whether anything came of that depended on whether he was an asshole or someone I wanted to know.
And maybe do more with. Because he was hot, and given what had happened the other day, I was still feeling very... sexual and sexy and sophisticated and all. Okay, maybe I was also reacting against the idea I was some kind of queer.
And... there was something I didn't like about being... bossed around by a girl. Now if a big, powerful, macho guy like this wanted to boss me around... that would be... different.
He mentioned he was an only child.
“So I guess you were spoiled?”
“Not so much. Kind of a regimented life. Lots of lessons, coaches, tutors and shit. Wanna see me play the piano?”
“You play the piano?”
“Black guys can't play piano?”
“Sure they can. They just mostly don't.”
He shrugged.
“I'd rather play pool.”
I snorted.
“What? Black guys don't play pool.”
“No, it's just that... uhm, my girlfriend wanted me to go hang out at her pool. It would be ironic...”
“If you were playing pool instead. Yeah. Let's go hang out at her pool.”
I raised my eyebrow.
“You can invite me,” he said with a grin.
“I don't think she'd be happy at that.”
“She doesn't like black guys?”
“More like her father doesn't like guys, period. Anyway, it's cooler today. Not like yesterday.”
