Training Heather

I met Heather about six months after I graduated from undergrad. I moved to Dallas to start working at a theatre company there and she was a local actress that played smaller roles in several of their shows. As an apprentice director, part of my job was working with the actors on smaller scenes and monologues, so I had the opportunity to get to know the entire company very well in a short amount of time. Heather caught my eye pretty quickly. Not just because of her looks — 5’10’, long brunette hair that reached down to her waist, a trim and athletic build with 36C tits and an ass you could bounce a quarter on – she was also very talented. Every scene or monologue she worked on was fantastic. When partnered with someone else, she raised their performance as well as hers. I was smitten pretty quickly – there’s nothing as sexy as talent!

Initially, we were just friends; she had a boyfriend and I was still dating my college girlfriend long-distance. Still, we always enjoyed each other’s company and there was clearly some chemistry between us. We began grabbing lunch or coffee together during the days and that eventually led to us grabbing late dinners together after evening shows. One Friday night, she asked me if I would help her with an audition piece. I agreed and we ended up back at her place to work on her audition. I noticed that none of her boyfriend’s things were around and asked about it. She told me that they had broken up earlier that week. She casually asked about my long-distance girlfriend and I told her we had broken up about a month earlier. We worked for about five minutes when she dropped a prop she was holding. We both bent down to pick it up and ended up nose-to-nose, staring at each other.

Suddenly, we were making out, devouring each other’s mouths hungrily. She sucked on my tongue as I explored her mouth with mine. My hands were tangled in her long hair and hers were fumbling with my belt and zipper, reaching in to rub my hard cock through my underwear. I kissed along her long, slender neck to wetly suck her ear and moaned as she freed my cock and began stroking it with her hand. I leaned back and pulled her top and bra off in one motion and then dove into her pear-shaped tits. I teased her left nipple with my tongue, flicking it lightly and rapidly, while squeezing her right breast, rotating the nipple in my palm. She moaned as I feasted on her amazing breasts. She stopped stroking me to push them together so I could tongue both of her nipples at the same time. When I did, she groaned loudly and pulled me hard against her chest. I began undoing her jeans and slid my hand beneath her panties to feel her silky folds. She impatiently pushed my jeans and underwear down and we separated for a minute to tear off the rest of our clothing.

When we came back together, she pushed me back and with a mischievous smile leaned in to suck my cock. She began licking around the head and then up and down my shaft. She then dipped down to swirl her hot tongue around my balls and then sucked one and then the other into her mouth, rolling them on her tongue. She went back to the crown of my throbbing cock and began to slowly take it into her mouth. I reached down to grab her hair to guide her, but she brushed my hands away. She lifted her mouth off me with a pop, saying, “I don’t like that,” before diving back onto my stiff shaft. I let her work her magic on my 7-inch dick. She managed to get about two-thirds of into her mouth before she backed off. It felt incredible so I didn’t push my luck.

She suddenly sat up and stroking me said, “I get really turned on from giving head.” She straddled me and began rubbing her pussy up and down my shaft. She clearly wasn’t lying — her cunt was dripping wet and she sank down onto me, slowly letting me stretch her out. Her cunt was warm, wet, and felt like it was sucking my cock into her. She slowly bottomed out on it and ground her crotch against mine. I grabbed her hips and began fucking up into her in rapid, hard thrusts. She leaned down to kiss me and then leaned further up so I could suck her tits as I fucked her. I fucked her that way for about five minutes and then slowed back down to keep from shooting too soon. When I did, she pushed against my chest, leaned all the way back so that she was lying back on my legs with my cock still inside her.

She then began rubbing her clit furiously, and in a few minutes, she came hard on my dick. She didn’t squirt, but her cream was coating my shaft. She sat back up and I rolled us over so I was on top of her. I began fucking her slowly while we kissed. She began moaning into my mouth which encouraged me to pick up my pace. In under a minute, I had her legs up over my shoulders and I was pounding hard into her pussy. I started to speed up and groan and she shouted out, “Yes! Do it. Come for me! Shoot your load, baby!” With that, I bottomed out and let my jizz fly. She whimpered as I pulsed inside her, coating her pussy with my wet, warm love juice. When we fell apart, we were a mess. Our cum mingled on my cock, our torsos, and even on the floor.

After that, we were pretty inseparable. When we weren’t at work or out with friends, we were at home and we spent a lot of that time fucking. We began learning about what each other liked. Heather didn’t swallow cum — she didn’t like the texture. She also wasn’t into facials. She felt they were degrading. Likewise, she wasn’t really into being called names during sex, like “slut” or “whore” and especially not “bitch.” However, she loved to have her pussy eaten from behind, to have her asshole played with while being fucked in the pussy, and despite her protests about being degraded or objectified, she seemed to be very submissive sexually. She liked to please. What started as a casual hookup very quickly turned into a very passionate relationship. We fell for each other hard and, even though I had my own place, I spent almost every night (at least five or six per week) at her place.

Heather’s apartment was a two-bedroom place and her original roommate ended up moving out because she landed a job in Utah. I was in the middle of a lease, so I couldn’t move in. As it turned out, there was a guy working in the electrics department named Austin who had just been hired by the theater company and needed a place to stay. He was hired late in the season and only needed a place for about six months. Heather’s lease was up about that time, so he ended up taking the other room.

Austin wasn’t a particularly friendly guy. He was moderately handsome, a little arrogant, and very sure of himself. He was a decent enough electrician, but I never quite liked him. He always seemed like he was smirking about something whenever I was talking to him.

One weekend about four months later, I had to drive to Houston to pick up some equipment from another theater that was closing there. I made good time driving and, instead of spending the night, I decided to head back to Dallas. When I got back, I dropped the equipment off at the theater and then tried calling Heather. After three rings, the phone picked up, but it was Austin.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Austin. It’s Billy. Can I talk to Heather?”

“Hey man. No, I’m sorry. We’re in the middle of dinner. She has her mouth full. What’s up?”

“Oh. Well, uh, I am back from the run for-”

“Oh, right! They sent you to Houston. How-uhn-how was it?”

“You alright?”

“Unh! Yeah! Unh! Damn! Uh-yeah, man. Sorry. Leg cramp. Here’s Heather.”

I heard the phone being handed over.

“Heather?”

I heard her swallow whatever she was eating and then breathlessly say, “Oh, hey, hon! I was just-um-just finishing my meal.”

“Yeah, Austin said. Good meal?”

“Uh-yeah. Yeah, it was!”

“Ok. Any left? I just got back into town. I was gonna come over and see if you’d eaten.”

“Oh, there’s-unh-there’s not enough to share. Why don’t you grab some dinner and then come on-hunh-come on by. We’ll have finished and cleaned up by then.”

“Sure! See you-”

She had already hung up the phone. I ended up swinging by a fast-food place and grabbing a meal to go. Normally, when I’ve driven that much in a day, I like to take a shower as soon as I get back. I know Heather figured I would do that before heading over, but I really had missed her so I figured I’d surprise her and help her clean up. I also wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her spending time with Austin; like I said, he was a jerk. But then I couldn’t blame her — I was gone all day and they were roommates, after all. There’s no harm in them having a meal together.

When I got to the apartment complex, I parked and walked up the stairs leading to her apartment. Her place faced the courtyard of the complex. I noticed as I was walking up that the lights in the front room were dark. That was a little odd as it was an open floor plan with the front door opening onto the living room which flowed straight into the dining area and kitchen. The entrances to the bedrooms were to the left. Heather’s was closer to the front door; Austin’s was by the kitchen. The two rooms were also connected by an adjoining bathroom. As I opened the door, a light came on in the dim front room. It was the refrigerator light. Heather was standing in front of it and she whirled around in surprise when I walked in.

She was completely naked. Her hair was rumpled. She was holding an unopened can of beer in her hand, which was weird because she didn’t drink beer — just wine and liquor. There were red marks on her chest and the sides of her ass. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized they were handprints. We were both frozen, staring at each other. As she froze like a deer in the headlights and I stood in shocked silence, Austin’s voice came from the bedroom:

“Bitch, where’s my beer? Get in here. You’ve got a mess to clean up.”

I started to move forward and Heather shook her head slightly to stop me. Her eyes welled up as she very quietly said, “I’m sorry,” and then turned and carried the beer into Austin’s room. She pulled the door closed behind her, but I heard Austin’s voice again.

“About time. Give it here. Clean me off.”

I heard the “pssshh” sound of him opening the can followed a few seconds later by him giving a loud, contented sigh and then saying, “That’s a good girl.” I stood there with my pulse pounding in my temples; my brain couldn’t make sense of what was happening. I was literally numb, rooted to the spot. I simply couldn’t believe what I was hearing and what I had seen.

“That’s nice. Look at me. That’s right. Keep going.”

I had to see for myself. Heather had closed the door and I heard the lock catch, but I knew I could go through the bathroom. I moved silently into her room and stepped into the dark bathroom. The door to Austin’s room was halfway open and I could clearly see into his room by the light of his bedside table. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, naked, holding his beer in one hand. Kneeling between his legs, clearly sucking his cock, was Heather. His other hand was wrapped firmly in her long brown hair and was guiding her head up and down on his cock.

“That’s right, dirty whore. Clean up your mess. You came all over this cock, so clean it off.”

She pushed up against him to pull her mouth off and said, “It’s not just me. Your cum is here, too. I don’t like-”

He reached down to grab his cock and slapped her in the face with it, startling her quiet.

“Are you talking back to me? Are you being a bad whore?”

She whimpered submissively as he shoved her head back down onto his cock. He moved her head up and down rapidly.

“You don’t get a fucking say. You’re just my dirty bitch, my fucking whore. You clean your mess like a good girl because you know it’s what you’re for.”

She moaned loud as he said that last part. He took his hand away and she kept enthusiastically sucking, bobbing her head lower and lower.

“Look up at me, bitch. Good whore. What are you?”

She kept bobbing her head.

“What are you? Say it.”

She murmured “Uh-uh” as she sucked him. He grabbed her hair, yanking her off his cock. She squealed, more startled than hurt.

“Fucking tell me what you are, bitch.”

“I’m your-I’m your-”

“Say it!”

“I’m your dirty bitch. I’m your fucking whore.”

“And what do you do?”

“I serve your cock.”

“Goddamn right you do!”

With that he stood and began to face fuck her, holding her head still with one hand while he chugged his beer with the other. She gagged and gargled on his cock, but he didn’t relent. He kept thrusting until he finished drinking and then he let go of her head to use both hands to crumple the can. She let go of his dick, coughing and sputtering, but kept stroking him. He tossed the can into his trash can, belched, and then said, “I’m done. Get the fuck out.”

She got up and came toward the bathroom. I beat a hasty retreat back through her room and out the front door. I wasn’t ready to speak to her at all. I was trying to get my head wrapped around what was happening. I was furious and turned on and hurt and — well, it was a lot of emotions. I left her place and spent the night at mine. When I got up in the morning, there were seven missed calls and 24 texts from her. She’d spent the whole night trying to reach me.

I still had no idea what to say about any of it. A large part of me was ready to tell her to fuck off, but another part of me — a strangely insistent part of me — was keen to know what happened and why. She was behaving with Austin in ways that I had never seen. I wanted to understand. When she texted about thirty minutes later, I finally texted her back, agreeing to meet with her. I told her she could come over to my place, rather than us meet somewhere. She said she’d be over in a few minutes.

I was still partly numb and so I went ahead and began making myself breakfast. It wasn’t until I was in the middle of cooking the eggs that I realized I had made breakfast for two out of habit. Just as I was plating the food, there was a knock on my door. I set the food down, crossed to the door, and opened it. Heather stood in the hallway, disheveled and trembling. She looked like she hadn’t slept. I didn’t speak, just stood aside so she could walk in. She came in and I closed the door. She started to speak and I held up my hand.

“Do you love him?”

She half snorted a laugh and half sobbed in response. She choked out, “No!” before she started crying. She crossed to me and I wrapped her up in a hug before I could think about it. She sobbed into my shoulder and I held her, standing in the middle of the room. After a couple of minutes, the tempest of her emotions subsided and I gave her my handkerchief to wipe her face. She excused herself to the bathroom to clean herself up. I went ahead and put out silverware and poured two cups of coffee. When she came back, I gestured for her to sit down. She did and I sat opposite her. She was very hesitant and timidly sipped at her coffee. I watched her and then finally said, “Tell me.”

She jumped a little and then started talking. When Austin moved in, they didn’t talk much. They agreed to split the costs of the apartment and the utilities like normal roommates and otherwise kept to themselves. At the end of the first month, he paid Heather for his share. What she didn’t realize until the third month was that he was overpaying her a few hundred dollars every month. Because she wasn’t very careful with her money, she didn’t notice it until the third month. By then, she owed him roughly $1,000. She didn’t have it.

When she explained the situation to Austin, he stayed good-natured about it until he discovered she didn’t have the money. He told her he was going to need the money back right away and couldn’t take payments over time. He demanded that she make it right or he was going to leave and she would have to handle the entire rent by herself for the remaining three months. She broke down then, telling him she only had $200 to her name and that she couldn’t afford for him to leave.

“That was when he said we could make a trade for it. I didn’t understand what he meant at first and he said I could do things for him — cooking, laundry, cleaning up – and that he would count that against my debt to him. I immediately agreed. The next Friday, you were at your place and I made him dinner. Actually, he told me to make him dinner. So I cooked for us and then he asked for wine to go with dinner. I poured him a glass and he insisted I drink with him. I told him I really don’t drink and he just said, ‘Drink the wine.’ So I did. We killed two bottles that night. Then he announced it was time for dessert. I told him I hadn’t made any and he said that wasn’t a problem. He slid his chair back from the table and that’s when I saw he had pulled out his dic- his cock.”

“What?”

“He insists I use the right names for things. He had pulled out his cock. It was bigger than I thought it would be.”

“How big?”

“About eight inches and pretty wide. It was standing up in his lap.”

“And?”

“And he said, ‘Here’s your dessert.’ I was really startled by how aggressive he was, but I was very tipsy, so I was also turned on.”

“By his cock?”

“Yes,” she blushed. “But also because he was so confident. He started stroking it in front of me. ‘You agreed to do things for me. My balls need emptying.’ I told him that wasn’t happening, that I have a boyfriend and he interrupted me and said, ‘You owe me.’ I realized he was right and all of a sudden, the fight went out of me. I felt like I was hypnotized almost. I slid out of my chair onto the floor and he said, ‘C’mere.’ He was only two feet away so I started to crawl and he smiled big and said, ‘Good girl.’ When he said that, it was like he’d handed me my diploma or something. I got such a rush of…”

“Of what?”

“Of pleasure? Satisfaction? It’s hard to put into words. I had pleased him and that made me want to please him more. The next thing I knew I was on the floor in front of his chair, reaching out to grab his cock. He said, ‘Look at me.’ I did. Then he said, ‘Kiss it.’ So, I pulled it down and gave it a light kiss on the head. He smiled at me and that made me smile back. Again he said, ‘Good girl,’ and when he did, another thrill went through me and this time I felt it in my puss-my cunt.”

“What?!”

“I told you. He insists I use the right word for things.”

“Oooookaayy.”

“I started sucking on his cock and he began moaning and said, ‘That’s a good whore.’ I immediately stopped sucking and told him that I wasn’t a whore. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me up straighter.

“‘Do you owe me money?’

“‘I do.’

“‘Are you on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock?’

“‘I-yes, I am, but-‘

“‘Are you doing it because you owe me money?’

“‘I-‘

“‘Or because you want to?’

“‘I-‘

“‘It’s both. You’re a whore and a dirty bitch. It’s important to use the right terms for things so you know who and what you are, don’t you think?’ My mind was spinning, Billy. Honestly, I don’t know if it was the wine or the situation or what it was, but I couldn’t seem to think clearly or be able to stop myself.”

“Say it,” he said.

“‘Say what?’

“‘Say you’re my whore, my dirty bitch.’

“‘I’m not going-‘ and he took his cock and slapped me right in the face with it. I had never had a man do that before and I didn’t know what to do. I could tell he was getting upset with me and I wanted him to be pleased so I said, ‘I’m sorry. I’m your whore.’

“‘Again’

“‘I’m your whore. I’m your- your dirty bitch.’

“‘That’s right you are!’ and then he guided my head down onto his cock and made me take him deep.”

“I thought you didn’t like when guys do that?”

“I don’t, normally. But with Austin, it’s–different.”

“What do you mean ‘It’s different with Austin’? You said you didn’t love him.”

“I don’t! It’s just–he–he knows what he wants and just takes it. He decided that he wanted me, so he claimed me.”

“Claimed you?”

“That’s how he said it. I don’t know how to explain it. He just—makes me—do things for him. He said I needed to be trained.”

“Trained? Like a pet?”

She shrugged. “I guess? He said that clearly I’m submissive, but I’m reluctant to be obedient. He said to pay off my debt he’s going to train me properly.”

“How long has this been going on, Heather?”

“For a month.”

We sat in silence then. I couldn’t believe that this had been going on for an entire month and I hadn’t had any idea. I was over at her place all the time. How-?

“How often have you been sleeping with him?’

She didn’t answer at first, but looked away, ashamed.

“Heather. How often?”

Softly, she said, “Three or four times a week.”

“A week? How –? I’m here all the time.”

“When you’re here, it’s usually after you go to sleep.”

“Usually?”

“Sometimes when you run out to the grocery store, or if you take a long shower.”

“You weren’t afraid I’d catch you?”

“Of course I was! But Austin–he doesn’t care if you catch him or if you know.”

“What was happening when I called you the other night?”

“We were finishing dinner, like he said. Only my dinner was…”

“His cum?”

“No, just his cock, baby. You know I don’t like to swallow.”

“Uh-huh. OK. And when you were talking?”

“He was fingering me and then began pushing his cock into me.”

“Jesus, Heather!”

“I know. I’m so bad. There’s just something about him. I have to do what he says. But, if you stop us, he leaves and I’m screwed. Don’t you see? I have to do it until the lease is up.”

“Wait-what the fuck are your saying?”

“I’m saying that I have to pay for this place somehow. You’re not stepping up-”

“Fuck you! I’m stuck with my own lease. This isn’t my problem to fix!”

“No, it’s mine. And I’m fixing it. Fuck you if you don’t like how I’m doing it.”

We glared at each other for a few seconds and then started making out like crazy right there. We fell onto the floor and it was like the first time all over again. I had to have her right then, make her mine. I tore off her clothes until she was naked before me. She lay there, looking up at me a little afraid. I pushed her legs apart and could immediately smell her sex. I reached down and dipped a finger into her slick hole and she immediately started writhing against my hand and moaned, “Baaaaaabbbyyyy.” Normally she was quiet when I would finger her, but this time she was much more vocal. “God, yes! Your finger feels so good in my cunt! Oh, you’re touching my spot. That’s it!”

I was a little startled at the change in her demeanor. She opened her eyes and saw me staring at her. She smiled impishly and said, “I’ve been–encouraged to be more vocal. Does it turn you on?” She reached her hand to feel my erect pole. “Oooh, it DOES turn you on! Is it the dirty talk, baby? Or is it something else?” She pulled my throbbing manhood from my jeans and began stroking it, matching the speed I was using to finger her. I added a second finger and began to bang her harder. She groaned loud and her grasp on my cock wavered. “Fuck, yeah! That’s it, baby! Finger that cunt!” She then regained her composure a little bit and began stroking my cock again. “Trying to distract me, baby? That’s not very fucking fair, dirty boy. So it’s the something else. What could it be?,” she said in a silly voice. I slipped a third finger in and resumed fingering her tight twat. She groaned, really loud this time and said, “Yeah, baby, that’s the way! Stretch that cunt open! Make me open up for you!” She started convulsing on my hand and then my fingers were coated with her cream. She came shivering and babbling after her initial loud moan. I held my hand still while she ground herself on it hard and fast at first and then gradually softer and slower until she slid herself off my fingers. She immediately took my hand and sucked my fingers clean while looking at me, gauging my reaction. When she finished with that, she pushed me back and said, “Your turn, baby.” I kicked off my shoes and she yanked my pants and underwear down. She crawled between my legs and leaned down low.

She tucked her nose into my ball bag and I felt her tongue down back below my balls, on my taint. She started there and slowly licked her way up to my balls, teasing them very gently. She lifted up and gently blew on them, causing my cock to jerk involuntarily. “Fuck, baby! That feels so good!”

She giggled lightly. “Of course, baby! I have to do it the way my man likes. You don’t want me to play with these rough. You like TLC. Let me take care of my man.” And she resumed teasing my sack and then began to lick her way up to the tip of my cock. By the time she reached the rim of my cockhead, I was leaking pre-cum steadily. She rose up with a grin and said, “I think I know what the something else is! Do I get a prize if I’m right?” she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“Depends,” I groaned out as she continued to tease my leaking cock. “What is it you want?”

“You’ll know if I guess right.”

“Ok, what’s your-unh-your guess?”

“You think it’s hot when I submit sexually. You think it’s especially hot when I’m giving it up to someone else, being made to be a–a whore.”

My cock throbbed hard enough to smack against her lips lightly. I didn’t know if I liked it, but there was no denying that it fucking turned me on intensely. She smiled up at me and said, “See?” then giggled. I looked down at her and suddenly sneered, “Suck my cock.”

She leaned in close, but then looked up at me and said, “Or what?”

“What do you mean? You’re a whore. You know what to do.”

“Ah, but I don’t owe you anything. Not like I owe Austin. Mmmmm.”

The fucking bitch was actually taunting me. Teasing me with something she was giving to Austin willingly. Suddenly, I understood her game. I grabbed her hair and she whimpered and immediately began saying, “I don’t like-”

“Stop!” I barked the command before I even realized I was going to do it. She looked up at me startled and I pulled her head back a little further. She gave a soft gasp/moan and I leaned in and said, “Don’t fucking split hairs with me. Fine. You want definitions — you’re Austin’s whore; he pays for you. But you say you love me. Do you?”

She was so beautiful in that moment, so vulnerable, so open. “Yes. I love you more than anything.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds which felt like a lifetime before I smiled at her. She broke into a big smile and a tear rolled down her left cheek, a result of the tension she’d been under for the last several hours. As I smiled gently at her, looking in her big, beautiful eyes, I gently said, “Well, I love you, too. But your fucking someone else without talking to me about it first. You may be his whore, but you’re my slut.”

She whimpered and nodded very eagerly. I said, “Good girl” and she beamed. I took my stiff prick in my hand and she immediately opened her mouth wide and then plunged down on it, taking me as deep as she could. She hummed around my cock and then slowly lifted up, keeping her suction all the way up to my cockhead and then releasing it with a “Pop!”. One of her hands slid under my balls and began lightly rubbing them as she hummed up and down on my cock.

After just a minute or so of this, she lifted up, gasping slightly. A strand of saliva connected her lower lip to my cock. I watched as it stretched and then broke. She licked her lips and then turned around on all fours. She lay down so that her head was flat on the floor and her ass was arched up in the air. She wiggled her ass back and forth and within a second, I was behind her, easing my cock up her tight, hot, pussy. She groaned as I slid deep inside her. Once I felt my balls swing up against her crotch, I held myself in her. She groaned and rotated her hips, grinding herself into my hard staff. I eased myself back until just my head was in her and then slammed forward. She exhaled suddenly and then inhaled a shrieking breath. I began sawing in and out of her tight hole at lightning speed, dicking her down hard and fast on the floor. She was playing fast and loose with my heart; I felt it was only fair to do the same with her newly-christened cunt. Clearly, she agreed. She reached a hand under herself and alternated tweaking her nipples and playing with her clit while I fucked her as hard as I could.

I felt my nut building and I groaned out to her that I was gonna blow my load. She moaned, “Yes, baby! Fucking cum in me! Claim me back! Take what’s yours!” When she said that I had the hardest orgasm I ever had in my life, she screamed when I erupted — an incoherent noise that ended in “YES!” and then laughter that could have been crying. I panted hard, leaning over her, my sweat dripping down onto her arched back. Her skin was so smooth and soft. A landscape of loveliness made flesh. I rolled to the side and she rolled with me, keeping me inside her. We lay spooned on the floor, not speaking just catching out breath and laughing intermittently.

After a minute, she scooted off me and said, “You must be thirsty. Let me get you something to drink.” She went into my kitchen and poured me a glass of ice tea. While she was getting the tea, I moved from the floor onto the couch. I leaned back, worn out from the vigorous fuck we’d just shared. She came back in and handed me the tea and then sunk to the floor in front of me. As I drank the cold liquid, she nuzzled my deflating cock, which was covered in a mixture of our juices and she began licking it, like a kitten at a saucer of milk. I started to say, “Hon, you don’t have to–,” but she cut me off, asking, “Don’t you like it? Am I not doing it the way you like?” She swirled her tongue over the top of my cockhead and then sucked her way down my shaft. I groaned and arched up to get as far into her mouth as I could. She hummed and sucked me for a few minutes and when she pulled off my cock, it was shiny and clean. And also hard. I lifted her up onto my lap and lowered her back onto my newly revived dick. She mock frowned and said, “You’re undoing all my hard work,” and then groaned involuntarily as she bottomed out on me. I held her down firmly and said, “I didn’t think you ate cum.”

“It’s not cum. Well, it’s not just your cum. It’s mostly mine. You know how creamy I get.” She began to post up and down, riding my hard cock. “Besides, good girls clean up their messes. At least, good whores do anyway.” She leaned down to kiss me hard and then leaned back and toyed with her clit until she came on my cock. As before, after she finished, she slid off my lap and very lovingly cleaned my cock off with her mouth. She sort of cooed as she cleaned it with a single-minded focus. Whenever I would shift or react, her eyes would dart to me anxiously, and she would redouble her efforts. We spent that night at my place and we talked. She explained that Austin was very rough and direct. He made her get him a beer and then clean his cock immediately after every time they fucked. She was so used to it over the past month, it was now a habit.

Apparently, the first time, after she sucked him at the dinner table, he stopped her and made her crawl into his bedroom, holding her hair like a leash. He fucked her hard, in several different positions, telling her all the while that she was his whore now, that he would fuck her any way and any time he liked until her debt was paid. Every time he called her his whore, just like when he told her she was a good girl, a thrill shot through her pussy. He finished with her legs over his shoulders, fucking her with long, hard strokes. He didn’t even warn her; he just buried himself balls deep in her and shot his wad. She told him she couldn’t believe he just came in her. He said, “That’s what whores are for, aren’t they? Why don’t you go get me a beer?” She was so confused by his nonchalance that she found herself getting him a beer from the fridge. She came back in and gave it to him. He then said, “You’re have a really creamy cunt. You made quite the mess.” He gestured down to his cock, which was still pretty hard. “Clean up your mess.” She went to the bathroom and got a washcloth, wet it, and came back. He was propped up against the headboard.

She knelt between his legs and started to clean him off with the washcloth. He almost choked on his beer and said to her, “Bitch, what the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning your dick off.”

He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her forward (something she learned he tended to do a lot. He said her hair was a “whore handle.”). “It’s not a dick, you stupid whore. It’s a cock. When you see something like this,” he slapped her nose with his cockhead, “it’s a cock. Maybe your boyfriend has a pathetic dick, but this is a cock and you will call it that.”

“Y–yes. Ok, ok. It’s a cock.”

“Good. And you’re a whore, right?”

“I’m-” He jerked her hair before she could get any further, as a reminder. “I’m a whore, yes.”

“And whores are cocksuckers, right?”

“Yes. I’m a cocksucking whore.”

“Then use your fucking mouth for what it’s for and clean off my goddam cock!” He pushed her head down suddenly. She gasped and he slotted his cock into her mouth instantly. He bobbed her head up and down to show her what he wanted and she began moving her head voluntarily. Once she did, he settled back to drink his beer and watch her suck him. He told her to look at him while she blew him. “I want to see those pretty brown eyes while you clean it like a good girl.” She squealed and kept cleaning his pole. Once he finished his beer, he pulled her off it, pronounced her work to be satisfactory, and then proceeded to mount her again since she had managed to make him fully erect. The rest of that night was basically her training; they would fuck, she would clean him with her mouth until he regained his erection, and then he’d fuck her; over and over. They fucked four times that night.

Once she told me everything, I told her it needed to stop. She agreed with me but didn’t know what to do, saying that she couldn’t afford to live unless she had a roommate and she wouldn’t be able to replace Austin easily with such short notice. We talked through the idea of her breaking her lease, but there were no good answers. The conversation got heated and she got increasingly defensive.

“You think I want to be his whore? Being made to do what he wants?”

“Frankly, Heather, yeah, I do. You could get out of this if you wanted to. You aren’t, so you must like it.”

She looked like I’d slapped her in the face. She walked into the bathroom, shut and locked the door. I tried to open it and kept asking her to let me in, to open the door so we could talk, but she wouldn’t. She stayed in the bathroom for about an hour, not making any real noise. I straightened things up and got ready to head off to work.

“Hon, I have to leave for work. You can stay here as long as you need to, just lock the front door behind you. I wish you’d talk to me.”

Suddenly, she opened the door. She looked calm, which was not what I was expecting and made me uneasy. “You’re right,” she said. “About a lot of things. I’m sorry I hid this from you.”

“It’s ok, hon. It’s a really-”

“No, you’re right. I can end this. And I will. I love you and I don’t want to hurt you.” She didn’t move, she just looked at me very calmly. I said, “I know,” and hugged her. She hugged me back, then leaned away, looking at me, and said, “I mean it. I never want to hurt you. Please know that.”

“It’s ok, Heather. We’ll figure a way forward.”

“Ok. You love me?”

“Yeah. I’m very fucking confused and pissed about all this, but yeah, I love you.”

“That’s all I need to know.”

She agreed that she would talk to Austin about ending things and asked if she could straighten herself up before heading back over to her place. I told her sure and headed out. Later that day, I got a text from Heather. She asked me to call her from somewhere I could talk. I closed my office door and called her on my cell.

“Hello?”

“Heather? Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah. Everything’s ok. I talked to Austin and he’s actually willing to end things.”

“Great!”

“But he has a condition.”

Fuck. “And what’s that?”

“He wants one last time with me. And he wants you to watch.”

“WHAT!?!?”

“He says that if he’s going to forgo the two months I owe him, it has to be worth his while. He said that you watching would be worth it.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“You have to!”

“No, I fucking don’t.”

“Well, his other idea is to pimp me out. I didn’t think you’d want me to do that.”

“Christ, Heather! I’d think you wouldn’t want to do that!”

“Look, I owe him this money. We agreed to me fucking him to pay it off. Now he’s willing to forgive the rest of the debt if I fuck him just once more. All you have to do is sit and watch and then I’m all yours.”

“Fuck this.”

I was hanging up the phone when she said the thing that froze me.

“If you love me, then you’ll do this thing for me.”

My finger froze over the button.

“You said you loved me. You said we’d find a way forward from this. I found a way. Did you mean it or were you just talking?”

“…Heather…”

“Please, baby. I need you to do this. For me. For us.” I was so smitten with this woman. In every other aspect of my life, I was clear about were my boundaries were, where I drew the line. It seemed with her, I had no boundaries. She quietly added, “I can’t tell him ‘No.’ Please, baby.”

I sighed. “Fuck. Fine. Fuck.”

“Oh, thank you, baby! Thank you! It’ll be worth it, I promise! We’ll be able-”

“Yeah, ok. I’ve agreed. So, what’s the deal?”

“I’ll make dinner for all of us. You come by my place when you get off work.”

“Ok. I’ll have to swing by my place to feed the cats.”

“Ok. Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“…yeah.” I hung up, feeling sick to my stomach. I had just agreed to watch this fucking smug bastard, who worked not sixty yards away from my office in the prop shop, to fuck my girlfriend, the person who had ahold on my heart. I spent the next four hours trying to focus on work, but I couldn’t concentrate. The more I thought about it, the more insane it became. I decided I couldn’t go through with it, but instead of calling Heather, I decided to go and talk to Austin directly. I figured if I confronted him directly, he’d cave. I headed down to the prop shop, but when I got there, it turned out Austin had left early; I missed him by about 45 minutes. I swore silently and headed towards the parking garage. I got stopped by a couple of actors that had some questions about the upcoming show, so by the time I got away, Austin had over an hour’s lead on me. I raced to my place so I could get over to Heather’s quickly.

When I walked in my place, I immediately smelled one of my favorite meals cooking — lemon garlic chicken. I also smelled the pungent odor of both weed and a very good cigar. When I came into the dining room, I was startled to see places set at the table, Austin sitting at the head of the table, wearing my silk bathrobe and smoking one of my cigars, and Heather, dressed in the lingerie I bought her, working in the kitchen.

“What the fuck-?”

Heather turned and smiled at me. “Oh, good, you’re here! I’m just finishing up dinner.”

I stood with my mouth hanging open. She looked fucking amazing — the lingerie was pink (rose gold, she called it) and consisted of a push up bra that had a detachable top, stockings, and a garter belt. She was also wearing a choker I’d never seen before. She was wearing her best pair of heels, a pair high-heeled Louboutins, and no panties. She had shaved her pubes so that there was just a small, dark patch above her clit. In my life, I had never seen someone look so good. She crossed over to me and took my bag out of my hand and set it down. I could tell she was a little stoned, maybe a little drunk, too. She leaned close enough to kiss me before she softly murmured, “We just have to get through one more time.” Then Austin snapped his fingers and she immediately moved away to kneel beside him.