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Becky's Boyfriends (Fdom/M, mc)
by Inosolan (Inosolan@galaxycorp.com)


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reproduced with proper credit) by non-commercial sites/for non-
commercial purposes.


Becky was about to leave the apartment when she noticed how 
warm it was outside.

"My, I didn't know that it would get so hot here, when I 
applied at Enormous State University," she thought.  "I suppose 

I ought to go buy some new lighter clothes."

Near the campus stood a boutique called "Hot Rags".  

"That looks like the place I want," she thought.

Inside Hot Rags, which seemed to sell a lot of other stuff 
besides clothes, she quickly chose a couple of new outfits. She 
especially liked the way that the wide black leather collar 
with the leash and padlock looked in the mirror, but she 
decided it would be too formal to wear for everyday, so she 
told the tall blonde girl who waited on her to have it 
delivered to her dorm room, along with most of the other new 
clothes and toys she had selected.

"This ought to be nice and cool," she thought, as she put on 
the new outfit she had kept back to wear.

She looked in the mirror, and she mostly liked what she saw -- 
blonde hair, heart-shaped face, trim figure, long legs nicely 
shaped by the new knee-high suede boots and their three-inch 
spike heels.

Above the boots, her tanned legs stretched up to the hemline of 
the blood red, soft leather miniskirt that ended just an inch 
below her cheeks; even more of them could be seen in the slit 
sides of the skirt.  Her bare midriff felt nicaly cool, and the 
the thin materal of the handkerchief silk top and its plunging 
neckline would allow air to easily cool her upper body when she 
went back out.

But her panties showed in the slits.  That would never do.
Then a simple solution occured to her -- "I'll just take them 
off!  It's a nice warm day, i don't need panties anyway."  
Stuffing the discarded panties in her purse, she turned again 
in front of the mirrors, carefully checking every inch of her 
appearance.

"Much better."  But then she frowned.  "My bra makes my titties 
look funny, and it shows under this sheer material.  I'd better 
take it off, too.  It's not like I need one, anyway," which was 
quite true, as, at age 19, her 38C breasts had not the 
slightest bit of sag.  "Oh, good," she thought, as she adjusted 
the top again, "you can see my nipples through the cloth.  I 
was afraid you wouldn't be able to."

Stepping out of the store, she started back onto the campus, 
heading for the Student Union.  She pretended not to notice the 
way that everyone she passed stared at her legs and tits and 
her ass, but she giggled inside herself at how easy it was for 
a woman to turn a man into a drooling animal with only one 
thought in his heads just by flashing a little thigh or by 
bouncing her boobies as she walked.

One particular guy followed her for a block staring at her ass 
under the snug red leather, and she decided that he deserved a 
special treat.

She stopped by a concrete bench beside the sidewalk, looked 
around to see that no-one else was where they could see, then 
pulled a hankie out of her purse, spit on it, and put one 
booted foot up on the bench, bent forward, and pretended to be 
trying to clean a stain off her boot toe. She could tell that 
her skirt rode up all the way over her ass and that he got a 
good look at her panty-less cheeks and even a flash of her 
pussy before she put her foot down again and walked on.  
Glancing quickly back, she saw the guy standing thunderstruck, 
one hand un consciously rubbing the huge bulge in the crotch of 
his jeans...

               * * * * * * * * * * *

Arriving at the Student Union, she went into the cafeteria. It 
was quite crowded at this time of day, which she had been 
counting on.

Buying just a Diet Coke, she looked around the crowded seating 
area, and finally spotted an empty space at a table for two 
where a red-headed guy sat alone, reading from a Senior 
mathematics text and sipping coffee.  Perfect.

She walked to the table, and, standing across it from him, set 
down her drink, put her hands on the table, and leaned forward 
as she asked "Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"  The guy 
looked up from his book, and his blue eyes nearly popped out of 
his head as he found himself with his nose practically in 
Becky's cleavage.

"Oh, sure... ummm... do sit down..." he stammered.

As she sat down in the vacant chair, with her back to the room, 
Backy was caredul to make sure that the guy got a flash of 
thigh all the way up to her pussy's neatly trimmed blonde fur.

"Hi," she purred, "My name's Becky.  What's yours?"

"Uhhh... my name...? Ummm, oh, yeah..." he mumbled, his mind 
still on what he was pretty sure he'd just seen. "Uh, that is, 
my name's Jeff..."

"Oh, that's a *nice* name," she said fiddling with the neckline 
of her top. 

"Ummm, thank you..."

"Excuse me, just a minute, Jeff..." she said, getting a compact 
and a lipstick out of her purse.  Setting the compact down, she 
seemed to put it too near the edge of the table, because it 
fell off onto the floor.

"I'll get it," said Jeff, bending down as much in hopes that 
this incredible girl would flash him again as to pick up the 
compact.

As soon as Jeff's head was below table level, Becky reached out 
with the hand that held the lipstick, and three drops of a 
clear liquid fell from a hidden vial in its base into Jeff's 
coffeecup.

As Jeff handed her back the compact, Becky ran her fingertips 
over the palm of his hand, scratching gently at the skin with 
her long nails.

Jeff was beginning to sweat.

Becky said "It's terribly crowded here, isn't it?"

"Um, yeah." was all Jeff could manage.

"Why don't we go somewhere less crowded?" she said.

"Uuummmm -- You mean you and me?"

"Mmm-hmmm.  I think you're kinda cute, you know..."

Jeff swallowed convulsively.

"So," said Becky as she picked up her Coke and drained it, 
"finish your drink, and we'll go somewhere where it'll be just 
us..."

Jeff didn't take his eyes off her as he picked up his coffee 
and gulped it down.

She watched his eyes closely.  For a moment, a puzzled 
expression passed over his face, and then his face went blank, 
and his eyes turned a little bit glassy.

She smiled to herself.

"All right, Jeff, stand up, step round the table, hold my chair 
for me and help me up," she said, softly.  

He did so, moving in a slightly vague manner as if he wasn't 
really thinking about what he was doing, which he wasn't -- the 
drug she had put in his coffee took care of that.

"Now take my hand, act as if nothing unusual is happening, and 
walk out the door with me."

And he did.

               * * * * * * * * * * *

Once outside, she led him to the library.
"Go inside, go to the ladies' room, make sure no-one is in it 
or is looking, and go in, go to the handicapped stall, go in 
it, close and lock the door, take off all of your clothes, hang 
them up, and wait.  When i come and say 'It's Becky, open,' 
you'll let me in.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said in an expressionless voice.

"Good.  While you wait, think about my body and how hot it 
makes you."

He walked into the library.  Five minutes, she followed.

Entering the ladies' room, she looked around -- no sign of him 
in the hallway.  She looked down the line of stalls to the 
double-sized handicapped stall. Yes -- there were bare feet 
showing under the door.

She walked to the door, and said "It's Becky, open."

The door opened, and she stepped into the stall and closed and 
relocked the door.

Jeff stood there staring at nothing, completely naked.  One 
hand was idly stroking his cock, which was rock hard and fully 
erect.  She looked hungrily at it -- ten inches, at least, and 
maybe three inches around.

"From now on, you exist only to give me pleasure.  You will 
address me as 'Mistress' and you will obey my every command 
immediately, no matter what it is.  Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," he anwered her, still stroking his hard cock.

"Tell me, slave," she purred, tickling the hairs on his chest 
with a fingernail, flicking his hard nipple and then pinching 
it between her nails, causing a visible shudder of pleasure to 
shoot through his body.  She lifted up her breasts with her 
hands, and pushed them almost into his face. "Do i have nice 
tits?"

"Yes, Mistress," he answered.

"Would you like to suck on them?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

Placing one hand on her hip, pulling her skirt on that side all 
the way up to her waist, she slowly turned all the way around 
in front of him. "Do I look like a hot, nasty slut to you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Would you like to fuck a hot nasty slut?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress."

"Good.  Do you see my pussy?" she asked, reaching down and 
lifting the front of her skirt.

"Yes, Mistress," he said.

"My pussy is hot and wet and nasty with sweat and my juice.  
Kneel in front of me and lick it clean."

"Yes, Mistress," he said, dropping to his knees.  "Slowly," she 
said.

Reverently, he put one hand on either of her hips, and, leaning 
forward, extended his tongue and licked gently along the outer 
lips of her hot wet sex.

"Mmmm," she moaned, putting one had on the back of his head and 
pulling him into her more firmly.  "Lick my gash, slave."
His hot tongue pressed forward, slipping between the lips and 
into her cunt. "Deeper!" she said.

He pressed his tongue further into her hole, licking quickly 
and firmly against her hot wet flesh.

"Lick my clit -- suck it," she whispered.

He transferred his tongue's worship to the hot nub poking out 
at the top of her pussy, licking and sucking it till it stood 
up as stiffly as his own trhobbing cock.  She bucked and 
twitched as she began her first orgasm. He began to withdraw, 
and she jerked his head forward by one ear.  "Keep licking!  I 
want more!  Use your fingers on my cunt and lick my clit some 
more!"

As he licked again at her hot clit, he slipped a finger into 
her hole, and began stroking it in and out, slowly, in time 
with his tongue strokes.  Her muscles clenched at it.  "More!" 
she moaned. "More, deeper, faster!"

He slipped a second, and then a third finger into her cunt and 
began stroking them in and out, occasionally pulling them all 
of the way out ans stroking along her outer lips, as his 
tongue, lips and teeth continued to work at her throbbing clit.

She moaned through a second, third and fourth orgasm before her 
knees became too limp to support her, and she slumped back 
against the wall, slowly sliding down to the floor.  As she 
slipped lower, her drugged slave gradually lost contact with 
her cunt and clit and sat back, waiting for her next order.

For a moment, she sprawled there, her legs lewdly splayed wide, 
with saliva and her own juices gleaming from her cunt all down 
both thighs, almost to her knees.

Then she slowly stood up.  She untied her top, letting her 
lovely breasts swing free right in front of Jeff's face. "Kiss 
those." she said, and he did, licking at them and fondling and 
stroking them with his hands.

"Stop" she said, and he did.

She stepped past him, leaned forward at the side of the stall, 
placing bothhands on the strong railing that ran along the 
wall. She set her feet widely apart, then reached back and 
flipped her skirt up in the back, exposing her beautiful ass 
and her pouting, dripping cunt to his vision.

"When I say, you're going to fuck me," she ordered. "Start slow 
and shallow, then get deeper and harder and faster...  fuck me 
like you'd fuck some cheap slut whore you picked up on the 
street and took to a hotel.  Make me cum and cum and cum.

"Fuck me till I cum over and over -- but you won't cum.  You'll 
want to cum; you'll feel a huge load building up in your balls, 
you'll get so close to cumming it will hurt... but you won't 
cum until I tell you you may."

"Put it in me now; fuck me."

Steping forward, he grabbed her hips and, in one hard, deep 
thrust, slammed his huge cock all the way into her dripping, 
waiting pussy.

Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed it into her again 
and again.  His balls slapped against her thighs as she shook 
and grunted under his strokes, he sweated and gasped as he 
plunged the hot meat into her sloppy, oozing cunt.  As he drove 
into her, she could feel the head pushing at the mouth of her 
womb, then sliding back until it was barely caught between the 
lips and then rushing back in.

She fucked back against him, squeezing her muscles around his 
cock, reaching back with one hand to finger her own clit, 
masturbating herself, giving herself extra stimulation in 
addition to the waves of pleasure his pounding flesh gave to 
her greedy cunt.

She heard the sloppy sound of his huge meat pistoning in and 
out of her dripping cunt and she felt more and more of her 
juices running down her thight, and she came.  She came again 
and again, one after the oher, until she wasn't sure if there 
were more than one orgasm, or simply one huge one that lasted 
for minutes.

Suddenly she pulled off of his cock, spun, dropped to her 
knees, grabbed it with both hands, and began to suck at the 
huge head, straining to get as much as possible into her hot 
wet mouth.

She could hear him moaning, feel his balls and shaft pulsing, 
straining -- straining to shoot his hot white cum into her 
greedy sucking mouth... but he couldn't.

And then she leaned back, said "Cum in my mouth -- now!" and 
began sucking his shaft again.

With a groan like a soul in torment, he came.  He began 
cumming, and he kept on cumming.  The hot white goo filled her 
mouth, and still there was more.  It trickles out around her 
lips, and then she took the cock out of her mouth, and allowed 
it to shoot all over her face and her tits.  And still there 
was more.

She rubbed it into her hair and she spread it around over her 
tits, playing with her own nipples, squeezing her boobs in 
ecstasy as she also came and came.

               * * * * * * * * * * *

After they had both caught their breath, she ordered him to 
dress, and she dressed herself, tieing up her top over her cum-
coated tits, pulling down her skirt and smoothing it over her 
sloppy wet cum-drenched thighs.  She told him where to meet 
her, and she sent him on his way, and then she walked out of 
the ladies' room and across the campus, paying no attention to 
the stares of the few passersby.

With each step her pussy squelched and cum trickled down her 
inner thighs.  Her hair was disarranged and matted with cum.  
Traces of cum ringed her lips.  
The world was wonderful.

               * * * * * * * * * * *

She arrived at her apartment, opened the door, and went in.
She paused by the open box with the "Hot Rags" logo on it that 
sat by the front door and took off her boots, skirt and top.
Standing there naked, she reached into the box, took out the 
wide black collar and slipped it around her neck, tightening it 
snugly and then snapping the padlock that would keep it closed 
until opened with the only key.

She took out the wide four black leather cuffs with the metal 
rings set into them, and put them on to her ankles and her 
wrists, pulling the one-way buckles tight.  

Then she stepped into the black crotchless catsuit and smoothed 
it down so that it clung to her body, making sure that the 
bottom opening gave easy access to her pussy and anus.
Then, taking a six-foot dog chain out of the box, she went 
padding upstairs in her bare feet, and into her roommate's 
bedroom. 

               * * * * * * * * * * *

Sally, Becky's roommate and best friend since high school, 
looked up and said "Ah, *there* you are. This pretty toy got 
here positively *ages* ago.  I was wondering if maybe you'd 
been arrested for public indecency."

She smiled nastily.  "Tell him." she said.

Without thinking about it, Becky said "Jeff -- I am no longer 
your Mistress -- Sally is.  You must obey her and do whatever 
she says; from now on you will not obey anything I say unless I 
begin it with 'Sally says'.  Otherwise, I am just a nasty slut 
bitch for you to use and for Sally to punish."

"Very good." Sally said.  "Now remember, slut."

               * * * * * * * * * * *

And suddenly Becky remembered.  She remembered Sally offering 
her a Diet Coke this morning.  She remembered the Coke tasted a 
little funny.  She remembered Sally telling her she was now a 
slut bitch tease and that she needed new clothes and new toys.  

She remembered going to "Hot Rags" and buying the disgusting, 
indecent clothes and wearing the short skirt with no panties 
right in public.  She remembered giving Jeff the same drug 
Sally had given her, and she remembered acting like a whore 
slut in heat and fucking the first red-headed stranger she met 
till both of them almost passed out.

She remembered every disgusting, sickening minute of it, 
remembered degrading herself so terribly because her supposed 
friend had drugged her and told her to...

And, worst of all, she remembered loving every disgusting, 
degrading obscene moment of it.

And she began to be aroused again.

"Getting hot again, slut?" Sally asked.  "Don't try to lie to 
me; I know you are, because I told you you would.

"Would you like to taste his big cock again?  Would you like to 
fuck him again, fill your nasty whore pussy with his cum?"
Becky gasped, but didn't say anything.

"Answer me, slut-slave!" Sally snapped.

"Ye-e-ss.  Yes, I would," gasped out the trembling girl.

"Well, you will.  But first, you'll please me and I'll punish 
you.  Put on your leash, and put it in my hand."

With trembling hands, the girl did as she was commanded.  Sally 
led her to a wooden framework in one corner of the room.

"Stand there," she said. "Spread your feet."  She locked the 
ankle cuffs to rings in the wood, forcing Becky to stand with 
her legs spread wide.

"Lean forward."  When Becky did, she locked the wristbands to a 
low wooden bar, leving her bent sharply forward with her 
beautiful white ass sticking up in the air and her breasts 
hanging downward from her chest.

"Jeff," she said, "Show the slut your cock."

Silently he stepped forward, showing his cock was, if anything, 
swollen a little bigger, a little thicker than before.

"Now fuck the little bitch in the ass.  Dry."

-- 
Inosolan@galaxycorp.com
He who would speak truth should have one foot in the saddle.
