The moment I saw her moving her belongings into an intern’s cubicle, I knew I had to have her. She was young, maybe 22, and bewildered with the scope and bustle of the 42nd floor. I saw her casting furtive looks at the cubes around her as she unpacked, not sure who to talk to or who to avoid. I could see the deep blue shine of those eyes all the way from my office in the opposing corner. The auburn curls of her hair fell over her shoulders, bouncing each time she dipped into her box for a picture or a pen.
“I see you approve of the intern.” a familiar female voice shook me from my trance. It wasn’t like me to stare at interns. Sharon was smirking at me when I looked down at her. She was the SVP of not to be fucked with, and I generally avoided doing so at most costs. “She’s a little younger than your usual fare, but hey,” Sharon winked, “what are interns for, right?”
Sharon walked back toward her own office, loudly slapping the ass of Theo, the other intern as she passed him at the copier.
I liked to think of myself as better than Sharon, but the thoughts that swelled up in me as I looked back at the beautiful young ginger were enough for me to abandon that pretense of superiority.
Still, I was more subtle than most of my colleagues. That’s partially why they all answered to me. I was the god of this little universe, and right now all I could think about was the young woman finally situating herself at her new desk. I needed a closer look. And I might as well introduce myself. I walked over toward her casually, casually greeting various subordinates in the hall along the way.
She was very focused on some paperwork when I arrived at her desk. I cleared my throat and said, “Hey there.”
She startled a bit at my words, and a look of pure horror washed over her face when she looked up and saw me. I’m not that scary, am I?
She stood up frantically and I continued, “I’m-”
“Benedict Reynolds.” She cut me off softly. “I know who you are sir.” She said quickly, now standing beside her desk, hands folded awkwardly in front of her and eyes darting around, not sure where to look.
The rest of her did not disappoint. She was short, maybe 5′ 3″, and all of her features were distinctive. Medium breasts, slim waist, deliciously wide hips, and beautiful legs.
“Of course.” I said with a wry smile. “If I had any friends, they’d call me Ben.” I extended my hand to shake hers, smiling patiently.
She stared at it for a few seconds before shaking my hand. “I’m Ophelia Yates.” She looked at me nervously. Her hand was maybe half the size of mine. “The new intern.”
“Welcome, Ophelia.” I smiled. She nodded a wordless thanks. “So what are you hoping to learn here at Goldman, Kirkendall and Reynolds?”
“I just graduated…” she started, flicking her eyes up at me intermittently. “…with my MBA, focusing on foreign trade. China mostly. I wanted a job at a consultancy that works a lot with China and well… there’s not too many bigger names.” She appeared to find her confidence midway through her explanation.
“You don’t look like most of the MBA graduates that come through here.” I observed. Probably too much too fast, but I wanted to see her reaction.
“I don’t work like most of them either.” She shot back, eyebrows raised, ready to spar.
“I guess we will find out.” I parried, half a smirk on my lips.
She looked back at me, half defensive, half embarrassed, and entirely unsure what to say.
“Don’t sweat it, Ophelia, I’m sure you’ll do great.” I reassured her before launching into the riskier ask. “Listen, I like to make a friendly wager with all the new interns. See that guy over there?” I nodded to her left to a balding middle-aged man. She looked and then nodded at me. “That’s Jim. If you can find a way to get Jim to tell you the secret of his Shanghai deal, you win. If not, I win.”
She studied my face for a moment, apparently expecting a trick. I looked back impassively for her and waited for the inevitable question.
“What do I get if I win?” She asked.
“A promotion. Junior partner, on the spot.” I say. Her eyes widen.
“And if I lose?” She asked, more nervously.
“You have to have a drink with me.” I said, straight faced and emotionless.
She narrowed her eyes, weighing the cost and benefit. I could see her ambition winning and simply waited for the last question.
“How long do I have?” She asked with a heavy exhale.
I looked at my watch. It was 9:15 already. “Till 4:30.” I said, tapping the watch face with my forefinger.
She sighed again and said. “I’m sure I’ll regret this, but you’re on.”
I nodded with a smile and said, “Best of luck, Ophelia. I’ll see you later.”
I walked back toward my office with a smile on my face. She didn’t know it yet, but she was treading into my web. Soon, she would be too far inside to find her way out..
—
I paused outside my office door and looked seriously at my assistant, Harvey. “Send Jim in to see me immediately.” I told him.
“Yes sir.” Harvey said as I walked into my office and closed the door.
I sat down behind my desk, rested my head back on the cushion of my chair, and tried to picture Ophelia’s face as I closed my eyes. I daydreamed pleasantly of my new infatuation until a knock rang at my door. Harvey opened it a second later and announced, “Jim to see you, Sir.”
“Jim, thanks for coming.” I shook his hand and gestured toward the small couch in the corner.
“No problem, boss, what can I do for you.” Jim asked. I liked this guy.
“Have you met the new intern?” I asked.
“What, Theo?” He said. “Sharon has way too much fun with that kid.”
“No, not Theo. A brand new one. She started today. Ophelia.” I explained.
“Ophelia!” Jim said. “Is that that redhead…” he trailed off, puzzle pieces snapping to place in his head.
“The very same.” I answered. “I gave her the Shanghai wager, Jim.”
He started to smile. I continued, “Make her think she’s close with whatever terribly clever angle she can come up with. But don’t fucking tell her.” I said.
“I got you boss.” Jim said, shaking his head.
“Thank you, Jim. That will be all.” I said, dismissing him with a nod.
—
4:30 rolled over on my clock and I walked over to open my office door. Ophelia was there already, arguing with Harvey passionately.
“Ophelia, please, come in.” I gestured, shooting Harvry a look to stop harassing her.
She raised her chin in victory and entered my office.
“Please, have a seat.” I offered. She sat down on my couch. She sat and looked at me, a little frustrated and nervous.
“Well, any luck?” I asked.
“No.” She answered sheepishly. “I couldn’t find a way to get Jim to spill the beans, so to speak.”
“Ah.” I feigned a modicum of compassionate disappointment. “Well, I trust you’re free tonight?”
She nodded, her beautiful eyes filled with apprehension.
“Great. 8:00. I’ll have a driver pick you up.” I said casually.
She nodded again slightly. “No need to stay for more than one drink, if you’d like to go home.” I reassured her. I thought about telling her to wear something nice, but thought better of it. I was curious what she would choose to wear, in any case.
“Ok, Mr. Reynolds.” She responded, standing up.
“Ben.” I corrected gently.
She narrowed her eyes at me slightly, nodded once more, and walked out the door.
—
It was a well-furnished, if modestly-sized apartment. Nothing too flashy, but entirely respectable. It had been a while since I used this place, and it had never been put to quite this purpose. Generally, there was a monetary exchange between myself and the female visitors to this residence, and the activities necessitated the laundering of the sheets.
I didn’t expect that sort of thing tonight, but I was hopeful I could make some headway with sweet young Ophelia. Show her what a relationship with me could mean. Appeal to that hidden, possibly dormant part of her that needed to surrender.
I felt my phone vibrate and checked it anxiously. It was the driver. They were downstairs.
I got up and began to mix a pair of drinks. By the time I was finished, there was a knock on the door.
I opened it and there she was, doing her best to smile under layers of nerves. She was in a simple black dress with a flowing mid-length skirt. Her neckline revealed a hint of cleavage beneath a heavily freckled chest.
“Come in!” I said, gesturing toward the couch. She reluctantly walked passed me through the door and I closed it with a sense of relief. She’s actually here.
“You’re welcome to take off your shoes.” I said, walking past her. “Please make yourself comfortable.”
I walked over to the kitchen island where our drinks waited. When I turned around, she was taking her shoes off. I grabbed the drinks and brought them back to the living area, setting them down on my coffee table and taking a seat on the far side of the couch.
She finished taking off her shoes and came over to me, gingerly taking a seat on the couch, as far away from me as she could get. Her face was wrought with anxiety.
“Thank you for coming by, Ophelia.” I started, smiling at her. “It’s great to see you. You look so lovely tonight.” I pushed her martini toward her and picked up my own, holding the drink up and nodding in an imaginary sort of cheers before taking a modest sip of the drink. I let it burn down my throat and took a deep breath, relaxing myself so that I could put her at ease.
When I opened my eyes again, she had the martini glass in hand and was taking a very small sip in sample. She nodded her head with mild enthusiasm and took a slightly larger sip.
“So,” I started. I need to get her talking about herself for a few minutes. “Where are you from originally?”
She set the drink down and looked at me, a little more comfortable now. “An incredibly boring town in southern Ohio.” She said, a hint of a smile curling the corners of her mouth. “I could not get out of there fast enough.”
“Not one for the small town life, huh?” I asked.
“Not at all.” She said. “I’m too much of an introvert for the small town thing. I hate that everyone knows everything about you. I like the anonymity of the big city, having control over who gets to know me.” She looked up at me, appearing momentarily to forget she was talking to me.
“Besides,” she cleared her throat quietly, “I want more out of life than working at the general store and raising two and a half kids. Watching my life pass by into oblivion without much to show for it. I want to see the world, meet all kinds of people, experience everything life has to offer.”
“You picked the right business then.” I offered, after she trailed off for a moment. “I’ve been to more countries than I care to count, met more people than I can remember, and had my fill of experiences.”
She was visibly hooked. She clearly did want these things dearly. I can help her with that.
“What’s your favorite city to visit?” she asked me, interest now glittering in her eyes.
“It’s hard to beat Paris.” I started. Cliche, I know, but it was mostly true. “But New Zealand in general is a truly wonderful place. The people are fantastic, the county is gorgeous, and there’s a lot of business to be done.”
“I’ve always wanted to go to both.” She said wistfully. She appeared to drift off into a daydream for a few moments.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked casually. “Or girlfriend?” I tagged on.
She looked back at me, a little more wary again. “No.” She took a sip of her drink. “No boyfriend.” She said pointedly. “I just moved to the city a few weeks ago and…” she looked a little sadly into her drink. “My boyfriend from college decided to go a different direction.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” I lied, convincingly. “How long were you together?”
“3 years.” She said.
I let silence fall for a time, taking a few sips of my own drink. “Relationships are hard.” I said quietly, looking into my drink. “It’s hard for people to he honest with each other about what they want. And sometimes even harder to accept when your desires don’t line up.”
She looked at me, surprised I think. “You sound like you speak from experience.” She said flatly.
I smiled at her. “Hard won.” I nod. A ripple of my own sadness spreading through my chest.
“So then, be honest with me up front, Mr. Reynolds.” She looked at me very seriously. I grimaced at the formal salutation, but she ignored me, continuing, “What do you want with me? I don’t think you live in the place.” She gestured around, eyebrows raised. “And I don’t think you cajoled me here just to get to know me.” She paused and looked right into my eyes. “So, why are we here?”
I rested my head back on the couch and took a slow, deep breath. She was definitely not dumb, and exhibited an uncommon willingness to shatter norms, for better or worse. I looked back at her to find her staring at me heatedly.
I leaned forward and looked back with my own seriousness. “If you insist on being so direct, Ophelia, I can certainly be frank.”
I paused, but she didn’t move a muscle. She was waiting for me to show my hand.
“I am very attracted to you.” I started. “I would like to initiate a sexual relationship.”
She looked at me impassively and simply asked, “To what end?”
“For me, nothing but pure hedonism. You’re beautiful and I want to fuck you. I want to dominate you. I want you to crave my domination.”
She continued to appear unphased. I continued, “Recognizing that relationships in general, and sexual ones in particular are transactional, I think you’ll find there is a lot I have to offer you.”
She was silent for a long time, looking at her nearly empty drink and slowly twisting the stem between her fingers. “And if I say no?” She asked very softly.
“Then I’ll wish you well and never bother you again. I don’t do coercion.”
She downed the rest of her drink and turned toward me for the first time this evening. “I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t want to fuck you, Ben.” My heart was pounding quickly in my throat. “I would not have worn this dress if I did not want you to imagine yourself fucking me as soon as I walked in the door.”
I looked at her intently, certain that was not all she had to say.
“I’m pretty, I’m hot, I’m ambitious, but I’m also a woman, and I’ve been thinking about spreading my legs for you since the moment you startled me at my cube. But I’m not stupid. So please don’t treat me like I am.” When she finished, she wore an odd mix of pleading arousal.
I smiled, impressed at her. “You are a wonder, Ophelia.” I said.
“You don’t even know me yet.” She said as she spread her legs wide, showing me the sheer white fabric of her panties that was not doing much to conceal her. I felt my cock harden in my pants and my heart begin to pound in my chest.
With great effort, I pulled my eyes back up to hers. She had a satisfied smile on her face. I cleared my throat and asked, “So what do you like? Sexually I mean.”
She closed her legs a bit and smiled wider. “I think I’m still figuring that out. I know the thought of you taking me gets me wet, but as for how, I’m not very experienced.”
I thought for a minute, enjoying those eyes staring into mine, daring me to drift lower.
“Do you get more excited by the thought of me pinning you down and taking you from behind, or the thought of me gently fucking you face to face?” I asked.
“Pinning me down.” She said, a little hoarsely. She spread her legs again, seemingly subconsciously.
“Why?” I asked.
“It makes me more excited to feel out of control.” She said.
“So you want me to take control?” I asked her with intensity.
“Yes.” She said meekly.
I scooted over next to her on the couch and she looked at me expectantly. “What are your limits?” I asked softly.
“Don’t leave a permanent mark.” She said distantly. “No bathroom stuff please.” She continued. “Warn me what you’re going to do.” She finished.
I nodded, now very close to her face. “Are you ready?” I asked.
She nodded, looking down at her lap.
“Say the words, Ophelia.” I said with a quiet firmness.
She pulled her eyes up to mine and said, “I’m ready.”
—
“Stand up.” I said. Not a request, an order.
She obeyed and I stood up too.
“Turn around.” I continued.
She turned around gingerly, her back now facing me. I slowly dropped the zipper of her dress down its seam. With the zipper down, I brushed the shoulders down around her arms.
“Take it off.” I said, sitting back down.
She turned back toward me and shimmied out of the garment, the fabric struggling against her hips. When she finished, she stood before me in a beautiful set of white lingerie. The bra was decked with delicate lace around the fringes, but the fabric of the cups was sheer enough to reveal most of what lay beneath. Her left arm was crossed under her breasts nervously, hand clinging to her opposing elbow.
“Put your arm down.” I said.
She looked defiantly at me, but slowly relaxed her left arm back to her side.
I stood up quickly, and she took a startled step backward. “I will not tolerate defiant looks from my pet.” I took a large step toward her, our bodies now touching, and pulled her chin up to meet my eyes with two firm fingers. She looked a little afraid, a little surprised, and very aroused.
“Do you want to be my pet?” I asked with cold seriousness, inches from her face.
She didn’t know what to say. She thought about it for a long moment and finally said, “Yes.”
“Yes what?” I snapped back aggressively.
“Yes, master.” She responded quietly.
“Good. Now I have to punish your defiance, don’t I?” I said, releasing her chin and stepping back.
“Yes, master.” She said, nodding at me.
“Come here,” I said, sitting on the couch and then patting my lap. She walked over to me.
“Lay down on your stomach, ass right here.”
I instructed. She complied without delay and was soon laying across me.
Her panties were actually a thong, and her bare ass was a sight to behold. Creamy white skin with the perfect curve of a privileged young woman. I could see the swelling bulge of her pussy between her legs, and it took great effort to resist peeling back her thong and exploring that juicy young cunt.
I ran my hands down the length of her, caressing the small of her back, up over her ass, and down along her thighs to her knees. God damn, she was beautiful. When I heard the first gentle
Moan of pleasure, I withdrew my caress and laid a powerful slap on her right ass cheek, sending a sharp slap of skin echoing through the apartment and extracting a yelp from her lips.
The creamy white of her skin quickly turned pink and began to raise into a welt. I touched the welt gently with my fingers.
“Pets do not give their masters defiant looks.” I said, just as I brought down another hard slap on her other cheek. She whimpered into the couch but made no move to protect herself. I spanked her very hard, once more on each cheek, her ass now fully pink.
“Yes, master.” She said with quiet conviction.
“Good.” I said, again caressing the pink flesh of her ass. “You may stand back up and face me.”
She got to her feet and stood in front of me.
“Take off your bra, show me your tits.” I commanded.
She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor in front of me. She has wonderful breasts, large enough to play with, small enough to be perky. Her nipples were small and dark and her areolae were pink. She caressed herself with her hands, lifting them up, squeezing them together, and finally dropping her hands to her sides and pressing her breasts together with her arms.
“Take off your thong.” I said, nodding.
She slipped the thin straps of the thong over her hips and down her legs, breasts hanging tantalizingly down without reach when she bent over to fully remove them.
“Get on your knees.” I instructed.
She took to her knees on the floor in front of me, inches from my own knees.
“Take off my pants.” I continued.
She walked in between my legs with a nervous smile and reached in to unclasp my pants, unzip the zipper, and work them down around my legs. She carefully removed them, leg by leg and folded them neatly before putting them on the seat next to me.
“That’s a good pet, respecting masters clothes.” I encouraged. “Now, remove my underwear.” I said.
She reached around me and tugged at my boxers until they slid down and off my ass. My cock popped free and she smiled at it in that adorable way straight women admire an erect cock for the first time.
With my underwear off, she stared at my cock intently, breath visibly quickening.
“What do you want to do with my cock, pet?” I asked her.
“I want to taste it, master.” She said excitedly.
“You may taste it.” I said.
She grasped the shaft gingery with her right hand and licked the tip gently. Soon, she was working about half of my length into her mouth and licking me more enthusiastically.
“Can you deep throat it, my pet?” I asked, her tongue beginning to make my head feel fuzzy.
“No master.” She said, momentary pulling me from her lips. “I have not learned how.”
“Mmmmmm” I groaned, my head leaning back to enjoy the sensation of her lips on me. “You must be trained.” I continued somewhat absently.
She pulled me out of her mouth with a smack. “Yes, master.” She said, and resumed delivering an increasingly passionate blowjob.
I leaned forward, running my fingers through her hair before grasping it firmly at her scalp. I pulled her off of me and she looked up into my eyes with a sort of animal expression.
“You must welcome it into you freely. Allow it to penetrate past your mouth and down your throat without resisting. Master your reflexes and allow your throat to become a tool for pleasure.” I explained.
She nodded a little apprehensively. “Allow me to control your movement.” I firmly guided her head side to side with my hand. “You surrender to my cock. Welcome it into your throat.”
She nodded again. I guided her lips to my cock and she parted them reflexively. I pushed her head down slowly until I felt the tip resting at the back of her throat. I felt her start to gag on me and pulled her back off a bit.
“Surrender to me.” I said. I felt her take a deep breath. As she exhaled, I pushed her down slow but firm. I felt my cock press into the back of her throat. She resisted for some seconds before gagging again, more violently this time. I pulled her back off.
“Good. Again.” I instructed. On her exhale, I pushed her down, this time not stopping at the back of her mouth but continuing until I felt the embrace of her throat enveloping the tip of my shaft.
I let go of her this time and she sat back, gasping at first, strands of her saliva sticking to her lips as she caught her breath.
“That’s a good pet.” I affirmed. “Now, practice.”
She leaned back and set to work with youthful enthusiasm. She gingerly eased me into her throat a few times. Once she was comfortable, she pushed more and more into herself until she was burying her face into my pubic bone. She was a natural.
It felt incredible. So good I was afraid I couldn’t take much more of it without succumbing to her. So I grabbed her hair again and pulled her off of me hard. She groaned for the loss of my cock and reeled from the interruption of her flow.
I took a deep breath to try and hide my near loss of control. She simply did not care, staring back at me with a vacant sheen of lust in her eyes.
“Go to the bed.” I stated simply. “I want to fuck you now.”
She got up and began walking toward the back of the apartment. I followed her and guided her with an arm around her waist until we entered the bedroom. I had a very comfortable king bed in the room with a fluffy grey duvet in a geometric pattern.
She continued toward the bed, but I grabbed her hair and pushed her face down onto the bed. I fished into the drawer of a bedside table for a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. When I found them, I grabbed her wrists and slipped on the cuffs, restraining her arms behind her back.
Then I retrieved a bottle of lubricant and proceeded to thoroughly lubricate my cock for her. I took my lube-drenched hand and gently worked a finger inside her pussy from behind. She groaned and pushed her hips back into me, begging for attention. She was already pretty wet, but some extra lubricant never hurt anybody.
I climbed on top of her, straddling her legs. I reached down again to locate the entrance between her legs with a finger. Finally, I guided my cock into her, the sweet embrace of her pussy washing over me like healing waters. I pushed my length into her slowly as she muttered various encouragements into the duvet.
I began to thrust into her more enthusiastically, and I grabbed the chain connecting her wrist restraints and pushed it hard into the small of her back, effectively pinning her to the bed.
“You like it when master pens you to the bed and fucks you silly?” I asked between thrusts.
“Yes master.” She replied distantly.
“I’m going to fuck you just how I want to and I’m going to pump your pussy full of my cum.” I was already getting close. It was becoming harder and harder to contain myself. I wanted so badly to cum inside this pussy.
“Use me, master. Cum in your pussy.” She said, sounding as if an orgasm of her own was building.
I slapped her ass with my free hand between thrusts until her flesh turned pink again. Her hair was spread haphazardly in strands across her face, but I could see that she had fully abandoned her dignity: drooling, moaning, cursing, and yelling into the bed.
I took my still-lubricated hand and used my thumb to work slow circles around her asshole. She shuddered under me, yelling affirmations. I applied gentle pressure to the center of her asshole with my thumb until it gave way, swallowing up my thumb in her ass while I continued to pound her pussy.
She screamed and convulsed, and I buried my cock into her, keeping it there. I felt her vaginal canal contract against my cock and her whole body convulsed helplessly under me.
I was at the very edge of orgasm myself, so I resumed slow, intimate thrusts, closing my eyes to savor the pleasure of her tight, pink pussy. In a few moments, I began to cum myself, groaning with pleasure as she murmured under me.
I pulled out and rolled over next to her. She was still restrained, waiting patiently for freedom. I stood up to fish the key to her cuffs from the drawer beside the bed.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Ophelia?” I asked.
She turned her head toward me and smiled contentedly. “Very much.” She said.
I unlocked the cuffs and removed them from her wrists. She brought her arms up across her chest, but made no move to get up.
I laid back down behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist. She pushed herself back against me and we cuddled for a long time wordlessly.
“Nobody’s ever fucked me like that.” She said softly.
“How so?” I asked.
“Gave me orders. Pinned me down. Took away all my control and then sent me over the edge.”
“Do you like feeling out of control?” I asked.
“Yes.” She said earnestly. “I think you woke something up in me I never knew was there.”
“What did we awaken?” I asked gently, now running a hand down her side, up the crest of her hip, and falling back down her thigh.
“An appetite to be dominated, controlled, demeaned, and punished.” She said evenly. I knew she could feel a re-hardening of my cock press against her leg as she said it.
“To be used for pleasure, to let go and cum when you decide it’s time. To open myself to be penetrated in any way you want. To be fucked like a sex toy until you fill me with cum.”
I was surprised and aroused by her sudden awakening. I hoped for sex with this girl, but this was beyond my wildest expectations. She was gorgeous, exactly my type, and a mirror image of my most guarded desires; to dominate, control and use a woman who gives herself freely.
She turned around to face me, her right hand slipping down to grasp the shaft of my re-hardened cock. “You feel ready to use me again, master.” She said, looking into my eyes.
“You really do enjoy being a shameless whore, don’t you, Ophelia?” I asked in an affectionate tone that did not match the words.
“Yes, master.” She replied meekly.
“That’s a good pet.” I said, beginning to stand up. “Get on your back.”
She rolled over, pulled herself up onto the bed and spread her legs. I could see my cum rolling out of her pussy onto the bed and it only made me want to fuck her more.
I straddled her in missionary and guided my cock back into her. She exhaled a sigh of relief, closing her eyes and smiling as I pushed inside her again. I paid her no attention this time beyond looking down at her and soaking in her incredible body. Slow, sensual thrusts where I could feel every little sensation her pussy had to offer. She wrapped her arms around me and ran her hands up my back.
I was close to orgasm again within a few minutes of this purely hedonistic exploration of her cunt and made no effort to hold it back. When I came, I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. I left my cock in her and looked down to find her smiling face looking back at me.
“Thank you, master.” She said, hands still caressing my back.
“”You’ve been a very good girl, my pet.” I said, getting up on my knees and pulling out so that I could survey the aftermath. Her pussy was flushed and engorged, and the second load of cum was pouring out of her.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, moving my fingers to catch some of the cum that was about to drip onto the bed.
“Yes master.” She said.
I gathered a large pool of my cum with two fingers and brought it up to her lips. She parted them and I let it pour inside her mouth. I pressed the fingers into her and let her lick them off.
“You’ve dirtied my cock as well, pet.” I brought my semi-flaccid cock near her face for her to see. White globs of my first load clung to the shaft. She nodded and pushed the length into her mouth, licking it clean.
I pushed two fingers inside her pussy and gathered more that was hiding inside her, bringing the final load up to her lips and feeding it to her.
Her jaw was dropped and her lips closed, a look of vile ecstasy on her face.
“You haven’t swallowed it, pet.” I said.
She shook her head and gave a slight smile, lips still closed. She opened her mouth to reveal a large pool of her saliva mixed with my cum she was holding in her mouth. She lowered her chin and pushed it out with her tongue, our liquid sex pouring down her chin and out onto her chest. She used her hands to run it between her breasts and then rub it all over her breasts and stomach.
She swallowed what was left in her mouth with relish and laid back, absently rubbing her nipples with the sticky liquid coating her hands and skin.
“I wanted your cum all over me.” She said quietly. “I want to feel like you own me.”
“And how do you feel?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Happy. Content. At peace.” She said, sounding as if she were ready to drift off to sleep.
“Well, let’s get you into the shower, my pet.” I said, standing up. “You won’t be happy to wake up like this.”
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