CONSUMMATIONS

Alex examined the nipple he held between his thumb and forefinger. Aroused and pliable, it represented the relationship he'd created with this woman. He was pleased that he could handle and inspect her in any manner he liked, and she would comply without complaint, neither physical nor audible. He felt sure that when he fucked her anally during their next session she would allow that without complaint as well. She'd come far in just a few hours.

He squeezed the nipple a little harder, noting the change in her breathing and the widening of her pupils as she became more aroused. Even though they'd just showered, he wouldn't mind sending her back to her husband with the scent of sex on her. His cock stirred a little at the thought. Maybe during his instructions things would heat up sufficiently.

He ordered her to lay on her back on the floor, while he peered down at her from the loveseat. He placed his foot between her legs and idly played with her pussy using his big toe.

"You did adequately well tonight," he told her, seeing a small smile creep across her face. "You are sufficiently attractive to please me, and you are a fairly decent fuck. On a scale of one to ten, I'll give you a six for your performance today." It was important to give her some doubt as to her abilities, so she would always work harder to please him. "Now take your position so you can get your orders for next week."

She scrambled into position, her face now only inches from his crotch, her eyes properly downturned. "You have two homework assignments," he began, trusting in his ability to instinctively find the right orders. "First, you're going to work on your vocabulary. No more of that dismal performance I heard today. By next week, I want you to know ten words for cunt, not including the ones you used today. For every one you're missing, you'll get five punishment points. And I won't just be using my hand next week." She quivered at that.

"Second, there's some people who say there's over a million dirty pictures on the internet. I just want ten of those pictures. Next week, I want you to bring me a disk with ten dirty, obscene, sexual pictures on it. And not just any ten. I want ten that turn you on, ten that make you want to jump in and join the action.

"Finally, when you come to me next week I want you dressed in a certain way. Specifically, you'll wear a short skirt with satin G-string panties. A matching garter belt. Sheer stockings. High heel shoes. And most importantly, a sheer white blouse, as gauzy and see-through as possible. And don't bother wearing a bra. With tits like yours, we're gonna want to show 'em off."

He leaned forward and placed his cock in her mouth, lifting her chin so she could look in his eyes. He let some of his lust peek out from his eyes, causing her to shudder as though a small electric charge had stung her. "Bring some cash with you, as we'll be going out shopping. And you're going to end up paying, and paying, and paying..." he intoned ominously.

He brightened up. "Now, it's ten to eleven. If you can get me hard in five minutes, without your hands, I'll bring you off one more time. But if you fail...well, who knows what may happen."

He immediately felt her sucking at his cock, her talented tongue and mouth working wonders on his shaft. But after just a couple minutes, he knew it to be a lost cause. He was just too drained, physically and mentally, to really get going. Now, if he had time to tie her up...but no, that particular exercise wasn't slated until later.

"Brrrrrappp! Five minutes...and I am very disappointed, as you can tell from my cock's obvious lack of excitement," he scolded her. "Now it's my turn."

On her back on the table, her cunt was at the perfect height for him to lick her freely without putting a crick in his neck. He pushed his tongue inside her, quickly finding her clit. Violently shaking his head back and forth, it didn't take very long to elicit moans and gasps from her. He kept his eye on the clock while he alternated the pace and pressure of his tongue work. Her excited thrusts and writhing told him that she was nearing the edge. It was now or never.

The clock flicked to 11:00 and he lifted his head from between her legs, causing her to gasp and whine at the sudden lack of stimulation. "Out of time, cunt," he teased her. "Too bad. Too sad. Maybe next time you'll do a better job on me." He smiled at the spiteful look she gave him. He flirted with the idea of bringing her off but rejected it. Best to leave her with a sample of his power.

"Now," he warned, "no bringing yourself off until after you leave here. And don't forget, same time next week." He slapped her butt as he headed to the bathroom to dress, still feeling her frustrated stare bore into his back.

THE END

Melissa stared at him as he left the room, willing him to come back and finish the job. Her legs remained spread, her pussy ached for release, but she didn't dare ignore his orders not to finish the job.

The bastard! Just wait until next week!