Chapter 21 – Picnic Preparations

For the first morning in a while Janet woke feeling
rested and relaxed.  She stretched, luxuriating in the
feel of the sheet slipping over her naked body.  She
really should sleep nude more often, especially in
summer.  Rolling over she checked her bedside clock.
7.30, time to get moving.  She had a picnic to get ready!

After showering she faced her first dilemma for the day,
what to wear?  For the picnic she'd want her swimmers but
maybe he wouldn't want her to wear them first up.  Then
again, first up would be when she arrived at his place
and seeing as she had to get naked as soon as she was
inside, it obviously wouldn't matter to him what she was
wearing.  Okay, don't think about that, focus on the
picnic.  So, swimmers it was then.

Dilemma number two, which pair?  She currently had six,
not counting a couple of old costumes that she really
should throw out one day but they'd been her favourites
once and she really hated throwing out her favourites.
Anyway, out of the six, she could discount the one-piece,
which left five bikinis.  Of course the one she really
should wear, the one she was certain he'd really like,
was the one she shouldn't wear.

At the start of summer Janet and Kelly along with their
mom had done their traditional swimming costumes trek
through the mall.  Janet and Kelly soon found two-pieces
they both liked and were helping their mom decide on
hers. They'd pretty much narrowed it down to a nice,
modest two-piece for her when Kelly held up another one
for them to look at.  It was a vibrant blue colour with
gold threads running through it and seemed perfect until
Kel turned it around to show that it was a thong with no
back at all apart from a tiny triangle whose sides were
no more than an inch long.  They all had a good giggle
but then Kelly suggested their mom should buy it cause
she reckoned their dad would absolutely love it.  Thirty
minutes later and quite a few dollars poorer, a daring
plan had been hatched.

Back home they sent their dad out to the pool to wait for
them to change so they could show him their purchases.
Janet and Kelly came out first in their new bikinis:

"Nice, very nice.  Both of you.  And I'm assuming you had
to pay a lot because there's hardly anything to them?
Yes?"

"Yes dad.  You're paying for the design, not the
material.  We've told you that before."

"So dad, you really like them?"

"Yes darling, I really like them.  Where's your mom?  I
thought she was getting one too?"

That was the cue they'd been waiting for.  They both
turned back to the house as Janet called out to their
mom.

"Mom.  Hurry up.  Dad wants to see yours."

They both heard his gasp and somehow managed to suppress
their giggles.  This time Kelly called out.

"Where are you mom?"

"Girls?"

They turned back to him, making sure they looked as sweet
as apple pie unlike their dad whose face was suddenly
very red.

"Yes dad."

"You can't … I mean there's no … what I mean is I can't
allow … JAYNE!"

That's when their mom made her appearance.

"Yes dear.  Sorry I took so long, I was getting the tags
off."

"Jayne, they can't.  Look I'm sorry, but our daughters
can't wear those.  Have you seen?  Didn't you see in the
shop?"

By now their mom had walked past them so she was standing
between them and their dad.

"Yes, of course I did.  I think they look great.  I
especially love the green in Kelly's, don't you."

"Green?  No I'm not talking about the expensively
designed colours.  The back!  My daughters can't … holy
dooley!"

Jayne had turned her back to him ostensibly to look at
Janet and Kelly but now that she was facing away from him
she wriggled her butt as she winked at her daughters.

"Mom!  Where'd you learn that?"

"Careful now Kelly.  Your mom's not so old that she still
doesn't know a few tricks."

She wriggled her butt again before turning back to find
her husband staring open-mouthed at her.  She reached out
and took his hand, encouraging him to stand up.

"Like it?"

"Like it?  It's very … sexy.  Very sexy darling."

"Thought you'd approve dear.  Now why don't you girls
have a swim for a while.  Your dad and I might go
upstairs for a chat or something."

"Mom!"

"For once just shut up Kel!"

"What? Oh!  Oh, yeah!  Have fun."

"Kel!"

"What, I can't tell them to have fun?"

And so it was that they all had thong bikinis that the
girls only wore at home when they were by themselves
although Janet had worn hers a couple of times at
Marcia's when it was just a girl's gathering.

No, too risky.

Opting for modesty, she slipped on the other pair she'd
bought that day.  Over the top she chose denim cut-offs
and a cropped t-shirt and, seeing as they were going out
today, she decided to put on some make-up – lippy, blush
and a little eye shadow.  After a final check in the
mirror she immediately stripped and put on the thong
bikini.  Back in front of the mirror she twisted around
so she could see the rear view as she worked up the
courage to leave it on.  There wouldn't be anyone else at
their swimming spot plus there was always the worry that
he knew she had the thong bikini and would get angry at
her if she didn't wear it.  Besides, she liked wearing
it.  Made her feel sexy.  Yep, she'd do it she decided as
she pulled her shorts and top on again before heading
downstairs to have breakfast and to get the picnic things
together.

By now her parents were in their normal rush to leave for
work so she knew she wouldn't have to face any quizzing
from her mom.  First she checked the hall cupboard for
the picnic basket but it wasn't there and she had no idea
where else if could be.  She called out to her mom, the
finder of all missing household items.

"Mom!  You know where the picnic basket is?"

"In the garage darling.  Back right hand corner behind
your dad's old surfboard.  Why?"

"Thanks.  Going on a picnic today and thought I'd take
it."

"Oh, that's nice.  Who with?"

Panic!  Who could she say?  Fortunately they were in
separate rooms and the panic that she was sure was
written all over her face couldn't be seen.

"What?"

"Who you picnicking with?"

She still couldn't think of who to say.  Her brain had
seized!

"Oh, um, who?  Um, Richie?"

"Who?"

"Richie."

"Okay.  That's nice.  Say hello from us.  Will you be
home tonight or staying over somewhere again?"

"Tonight?  Oh, probably staying over I guess if that's
okay.  Can I let you know where later?"

"That's fine.  Talk later.  Gotta rush.  Bye darling."

"Bye mom."

"Bye honey, have a good time."

"Thanks dad, bye."

As she heard the front door shut she slid to the floor,
her whole body shaking.  That was so close, too close.
Not that she'd said anything wrong.  She hadn't blurted
out that she'd be staying at Richie's house tonight
because he'd forced her to become his sex slave!  Now
that would have really been a disaster whereas this was
just a scare.  As it was everything was okay because she
hadn't lied and her parents certainly didn't have a
problem with her going on a picnic with Richie cause they
liked him, trusted him.  They didn't know how horrible he
could be, how much he hated her.  In fact they'd probably
think it was good if they thought about it at all.  It
might lead to questions later but she'd be able to handle
that surely.

Half an hour later she was heading over to Richie's,
picnic basket in hand, hoping she'd remembered
everything.  They'd have to pick up some bread rolls but
she was fairly certain she had everything else covered.
She'd always liked going on picnics so maybe today would
be fun?  Then she was standing outside his front door,
any feelings of fun rapidly draining away.  Even if they
were going out on a picnic, she was still his sex slave
and as soon as she was inside she had to take her clothes
off and he'd probably want to fuck her or get her to suck
him off before they went anywhere.

She fought back the sudden feeling of despair, trying to
shore up her resolve.  It was important that she was
smiling, important that she appeared to be happy when he
saw her.  She was not going to upset him, was not to give
him any reason to hurt her.  She was resolved to do
everything he asked and more.  If he wanted her to suck
him then she'd do it better than the girls on those
videos, if he fucked her, even in her bum, she'd moan and
groan till he told her to shut up!  Anything to make sure
he was happy.  That's what she'd done yesterday and it'd
worked because apart from the slaps on the bum he hadn't
done anything to hurt her.  Unconsciously her hand went
to her bum.  Truth was that last night when he'd spanked
her it had sort of felt good, like it was a turn on or
something.

No!  She had to stop herself thinking like that, had to
stop getting turned on by the things they did, especially
things like being spanked.  The other thing she had to do
was go inside, strip naked, kneel and then wait for him
before he came looking for her because if she was late,
he'd be pissed off and that would mean real punishment.

Opening the door, she carefully stepped inside, grateful
to see he wasn't standing waiting for her.  Putting the
picnic basket to one side she started stripping, not
giving any time for doubt to creep in again.  Runners,
socks, t-shirt, shorts, bikini top, bikini bottom.
Naked.  Vulnerable.  Scared.  Standing there, naked in
the Mark's foyer, hugging her boobs she briefly
considered fleeing but knew she wouldn't.

She thought she heard a noise from upstairs and that was
enough to prompt her into action.  Pushing her clothes
aside with her foot she dropped to her knees then sat
back on her heels.  She hesitated not wanting to spread
herself but knowing she didn't have a choice.  Placing
her hands behind her back she slowly moved her knees as
far apart as she could, exposing her pussy.  That done
she dropped her eyes subserviently to the floor, hoping
he wouldn't take too long to find her.  This position was
so demoralising, such a total reminder of what she now
was, what her life had become that she wasn't sure if
she'd be able to maintain it until he came in.

As it was she did maintain her pose even though she had
to wait an agonising ten minutes before he appeared.  Her
agony was mental though not physical.  She didn't want to
think about the sex things he'd probably make her do
today but she couldn't stop herself.  Undoubtedly his
cock would be in her mouth and her pussy, probably in her
bum, maybe even between her boobs.  As she was thinking
of these possibilities she started to get turned on which
was so wrong.  She tried to stop thinking about them
having sex but it was like elephant; once she'd started
she couldn't stop.  By the time he showed up her pussy
was damp, her nipples hard and her face was very flushed.

Richard had spent the last ten minutes trying to decide
which t-shirt Janet would most like and he'd finally
narrowed it down to two.  One was mainly red with a
puma's emblem on the chest, the number eleven on the back
and he really liked it.  Only trouble was it was
sleeveless and he was worried that she'd think he was so
into his body that he thought he was a weightlifter or
something.  The other one was sort of a retro hippie
thing with strange patterns on it.  It had an artier look
that he thought she'd like but he wasn't really sure
because he didn't know all that much about art.  He'd
already changed a dozen times and there was still the
question of which shorts to wear!

Shit he though he could hear noises downstairs.  He
looked over at his clock.  Ten past nine, she must be
here!  It would have to be what he had on which was the
hippie one with blue shorts.  He leapt down the stairs
taking them six at a time, somehow avoided breaking the
banister at the bottom before he skidded into the foyer.
When he saw her he stumbled to a stop, tripping over his
feet, almost crashing to the floor.

For some reason as he'd bounded downstairs he'd been
expecting to see old Janet, the person he'd hung out with
for so many years, but she wasn't that person anymore.
Sure, she also wasn't the bitch that she'd turned into
when they went to high school but she wasn't his friend
from all those years ago either.  She was his slave, his
personal sex slave and like a good little sex slave she'd
taken off her clothes and she was kneeling naked, legs
spread, pussy peeping out, boobs thrust out, waiting for
him.  Fucking awesome!  And totally the way it should be!

It had been less than a day since he'd seen her, seen her
fantastic body, her awesome boobs.  Less than a day since
he'd been holding those boobs, squeezing them, kissing
them but it was as though he'd never seen them before.
They were so perfect.  She was so perfect!  And she was
his, his to do whatever he wanted to!

Janet looked up, startled, half expecting him to crash
into her.  Once he'd stopped he didn't do anything, just
stared at her.  No, that wasn't right, he wasn't staring
at her, he was staring at her boobs.  She felt the heat
in her cheeks as she blushed and still he stared.  She
didn't know if she was meant to say something or maybe
she was meant to start sucking him off.  Finally she
broke the silence.

"Morning master."

"Oh …  yeah.  Hi.  You're … I mean, wow … almost tripped
there."

Master!  Fuck that sounded so good when she called him
master!  When he'd first made her say master, it had
sounded forced, like she didn't mean it, which of course
he knew she didn't, but now, now it sounded so real.  He
shivered as he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to
help her up.  She deserved a big hug for that and then
they'd have breakfast and followed by sex, lots of sex to
start the day off!  Way to go!

Although she'd bowed her head again, she could see his
hand coming out to her.  It's starting she thought and
she knew what she had to do.

"Would you like me to suck you off master?  Do you want,
um, me to suck your … your cock master?"

She'd wanted to say 'beautiful' cock – no, not true.  She
didn't want to say 'beautiful' cock but she knew that was
the type of thing he wanted her to say.  It was just that
it made her feel even more embarrassed than normal to say
things like that.  Stupid!  She couldn't afford to worry
about things like that.  She had to make it not just good
but great for him.  She could see the bulge his cock was
making against the top of his leg.  That's what she had
to focus on now.

"What?  Oh, yeah.  Yes slave.  First thing every morning,
you suck me off, of course."

He stepped closer and that was all the prompting she
needed.  Bringing her hands around she reached up to his
waist where she unsnapped the button in his board shorts
before peeling apart the fly, the ripping sound of the
Velcro reverberating around the room.  Moving her hands
to each side she started tugging the short over his hips,
revealing his pubic hair and then the base of his cock.
For a couple of seconds she stared at the wide base and
then with one more tug the shorts feel away, gathering
around his ankles letting his cock bounce free.  He
wasn't wearing underwear, so there it was, only inches
from her face, waiting for her to suck it until once
again he filled her mouth with his come.  It was in that
half state, not hanging down small and innocent or
pointing up hard and strong but half way between, already
thick and getting hard but curved with the head still
pointing down.  As she watched it continued to grow till
within a few seconds it was completely hard, pointing
straight up at the ceiling.  She could feel saliva
building in her mouth as she stared at it, preparing to
once again suck his cock.  Licking her lips, she reached
up and lent forward, planting a sloppy kiss on the smooth
head.

From the moment her tongue came out to lick her lips,
time slowed.  He watched the tip of her tongue trace her
bottom and top lips in slow motion.  Then she was leaning
towards his cock, her lips puckered, glistening.  Her
lips briefly touched the head of his cock and he couldn't
hold back a small groan!  Heaven once again!

Hearing his groan she smiled to herself.  Good, he liked
it.  She was doing the right thing.  Dropping her head
down and tilting it to the side she kissed the base of
his shaft just above his ball sack, remembering to give
her own little moan as she licked him.  As she repeated
this, each time moving about a half inch up his shaft,
she started to register his scent.  Freshly showered
mixed with that really nice male scent she'd started to
recognise over the last few days.  She wasn't sure why,
but smelling his scent seemed to make doing this easier
to deal with.

When she reached the head of his cock she looked up at
him, pausing for a moment before taking it into her mouth
and sucking as hard as she could.

"Oh yeah!  Good.  Thank you!  Oh wow!"

As demeaning as it was, kneeling here and sucking his
cock, she did like the adoring look in his eyes.  She was
giving him pleasure, her mouth, her lips were controlling
his pleasure and that had to be good because if she was
giving him pleasure then he wasn't likely to hurt her
later, was he?  For about thirty seconds she sucked his
swollen cockhead as hard as she could before easing off.
She'd decided to experiment like that woman in the videos
said to do, try some different things and see how he
responded.  Keeping his cockhead in her mouth and not
breaking eye contact she started swirling her tongue
round and round.  Although he moaned again, she could see
confusion building in his eyes now that she'd stopped
actually sucking him.  She let another inch of his cock
into her mouth and before he could order her to start
sucking him again, she started flicking the tip of her
tongue as rapidly as she could back and forth across the
little ridge of skin under his cockhead.

"Oh fuck!  Yes!  Fucking shit that's so fucking good!"

He liked that too!  Good.  Closing her eyes she
concentrated on licking his cock, keeping her tongue
moving over the head and the underside as long as she
could.  She cradled his balls with one hand while she
gripped the middle of his shaft with the thumb and
forefinger of her other hand.  She started working the
skin back and forward over the rock hard inner surface.
She still didn't understand how this was possible, how
she could pull the skin on his cock so far without it
hurting him.  And it obviously didn't hurt!

Touching and playing with his cock, and having it in her
mouth shouldn't feel good but it did.  She like the
shape, the feel, even the smell of it and by now she was
past caring about what that must make her, by now she
accepted that she was a slut.

Through a growing fog of pleasure Richard managed to
remember that last night he'd thought of a new position
to try when she sucked him off and they couldn't really
do it here.  He stroked her beautiful hair, loath to
interfere with the wonderful time his cock was having but
he really did want to try the new position.  Reluctantly
he gripped her head, easing her off his cock, taking a
couple of deep breaths so he could focus.

As he continued to hold her head she looked up at him
worried that she might have done something wrong.
Wrapping her hand around his shaft she held it tighter as
she continued jacking him off hoping he'd at least like
that.  She probably should have just sucked him like
she'd done other times instead of trying to experiment.
Damm, she hoped he wasn't too angry with her.

"Sorry master.  I'll suck you properly, okay?"

"What?  No, no.  That was great.  It's just that there's
something else, something else I want to try if that's
okay?"

"What?"

"Can we try something else?"

"Oh, um, yes master."

Phew, it was okay.  Not only okay, he was also smiling at
her, sort of like the smile you got from a kid who'd been
given a great present.  This was too weird.  He was
asking her if they could do something, not just telling
her what to do.

"Cool. Okay but we'll have to go upstairs probably.  Um,
in my room.  Here."

Taking her hand he helped her up intending to lead her
upstairs but somehow as she stood it seemed natural for
their lips to meet.  As their tongues touched, his arms
wrapped around her and hers went around his neck.  He
dropped his hands lower so he could hold her beautiful
butt pulling her to him.  He could feel his cock pressing
against her stomach, which made him realise that his t-
shirt was stopping him properly feeling her boobs against
his chest.  Breaking the kiss he ripped off his t-shirt
before locking lips with her again.

Much better.  Except that maybe they'd be more
comfortable on the ground cause if they lay down it
wouldn't take much to be inside her, to have his cock in
her pussy again which would be even better than much
better.  He couldn't believe how much he wanted her,
wanted to be inside her.  It was like an ache.  He
started kissing along her neck up to her ears.

"Mmm.  What is it you want to try?"

Wrong!  Maybe he wanted to do something horrible,
something she'd hate.  She should have shut up.  Although
the way he was nibbling on her earlobe and the way his
hands were playing with her bum was anything but
horrible.  With one hand she started playing with his
hair while she dropped the other down to his bum.

"What?"

"Mmm, oh, nothing.  Ohh!"

Her grip on his bum and his hair tightened as he licked
along the outside of her ear.  So exciting!

"Want to try?  Hmmm.  Yeah, upstairs."

"Eek!"

He'd swept her up in his arms.

"Let's go!"

He bent down to give her another quick kiss before
heading upstairs.

She hung on tight, her head tucked in under his chin, her
fears all but gone as he carried her up the stairs.  His
energy was different today.  It was fun, unthreatening,
and she felt certain nothing bad was going to happen.  He
probably wanted to try a different position like he did
the other day when they'd done it in that doggie
position.  She'd known they'd be making love today so a
new position might be fun.

Reaching his room he let her down but her arms stayed
around his neck and it was only natural that their lips
met again.  She left one hand at his neck but brought the
other down, questing for where his hard cock was caught
between their bodies.  Pulling her hips back to give
herself room she started slowly jerking him off again.

It was only as they kissed that he realised what he'd
done and how dangerous it was.  Dumb!  He'd asked her if
they could do something?  She was his slave, he told her
what to do, he didn't ask her permission.  He'd have to
be really careful in case she started to get the wrong
idea about their relationship.  Certainly wouldn't hurt
to remind her what she was to him except that the way she
was jerking his cock was very nice and it probably
wouldn't hurt to let her know that as well.

"Mmmm.  That's nice slave, very nice."

Perfect!  He told her he liked what she was doing at the
same time as he reminded her that she was his slave!

"Do you want me to keep sucking you off or do you want to
do something else master?"

"Um, no.  Sucking.  Yeah."

She started to drop to her knees telling herself it was
stupid to feel disappointed that they weren't going to
make love.  Before she could kneel however he'd grabbed
her elbows holding her up.

"No, not like that.  On the bed.  You'll need to be on
the bed."

As she tentatively smiled up at him he thought for a
moment that his heart would break she looked so
beautiful, so desirable.  And she was his, all his to
love and hold.

"Okay."

She climbed up on the bed, still smiling as she squatted,
hands on her thighs, waiting for him to join her.  He'd
intended telling her the position to get into but seeing
her kneeling in the middle of his bed, looking so
incredibly cute he forgot all about that.  Instead he
joined her on the bed, kissing her again, holding her so
that her boobs were pressed against his chest, her hard
nipples drilling holes into him.

All he had to do was topple them to one side, roll on top
of her and within a minute they'd be making love.  Except
they'd done that more than once and now he wanted to try
new things, to explore and find out how much he liked
other ways of having sex.  He brought his right hand
around between then and cupped her pussy, working his
middle finger between her pussy lips before slipping it
into her causing her to moan into his mouth.  He loved
making her moan!  He loved the feel of her wet pussy
grasping his finger!  He slid his finger in and out a few
times before reluctantly withdrawing it.

"Tempting, very tempting but maybe later.  Um, can you
lie down.  Nope, other way.  Yeah.  Further down.  Here,
put this under you.  Yep, good.  Further, further.  Yeah,
that's perfect."

Once he was satisfied with her position Richard got off
the bed and stood at the foot.  Wow, it looked amazing.
He had her positioned on her back, legs together and arms
by her side.  But the amazing part was her head, which
was hanging over the end of the bed, perfectly positioned
for him to deep throat her.

"Okay.  This way I should be able to get my cock in your
mouth and you know, into your throat.  So you can take me
all the way into your mouth but I'll be doing the work.
I'll be controlling it, you know, like, um, it's like
I'll be fucking your throat sort of."

As soon as he'd made her put her head over the edge of
the bed she'd guessed what it was about.  When she'd been
searching on the net, looking up how to deep throat,
she'd read about this sort of thing on one of the sites
she'd come across.  It said you should only do this with
someone you really trusted, that it could hurt the woman
otherwise.  But if she said no, refused to do this then
he'd be hurting the woman for sure anyway!  Maybe he
wouldn't get mad if she asked him to be careful.  She
lifted her head, straining to look at him from this
upside down position.

"Master?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, you have to be careful."

"What?"

"I mean please be careful?  The other night, when I was
online, you know, when I was learning how to, um, deep
throat you … your cock, it said that, um, that it was
hard if a guy wanted to, you know, wanted to do what you
want to do … fuck me … my throat.  They just said you
have to be careful otherwise you could hurt the girl's
throat I guess."

"Hey, that's ok.  I'll be really careful.  I mean I don't
… I won't hurt your throat.  Promise."

"Thank you master."

"That's cool.  Anyway, this should be work and you've
sucked me all the way before.  With you like this
apparently your throat should be open or in a straight
line or something like that.  So my cock should be able
to go into your throat without any problem."

"Yes master."

She dropped her head back down, staring at his knees,
doing her best to control the fear as she waited.

With her head tipped over the side of the bed and a
pillow under her upper back, her boobs were pulled tight,
flattened down so they appeared to be only half their
normal size if even that.  Her boobs might be flattened
in this position but her nipples sure weren't.  They were
swollen and if anything this position made them looked
bigger.  Reaching out he took them between thumb and
finger, gently twisting them.

"Ohh!"

Her body had actually jerked when he gripped them and he
realised that she was tense, probably because she was
unsure about how it would go when he got his cock into
her throat.  Then he realised that he was also unsure, a
little nervous about this but that was dumb.  She was his
slave and he could do anything he wanted with her so
there was no reason to be nervous.  Releasing her
nipples, he took his cock in one hand and aimed it down
towards her mouth.  As he gripped his cock a drop of pre-
cum appeared at the top.

When he'd touched her nipples she'd thought she was going
to jump through the roof she was so keyed up.  Now his
knees were moving, he seemed to be crouching a bit and
she could clearly see his cock because he was holding it
down, pointing it straight at her face.  She opened her
mouth, ready to start sucking, ready to lick off the drop
of that clear slippery stuff sitting on the hole at the
top.  But he seemed to be off target, aiming too low.
She tried to get her head down further but then she
realised he wasn't aiming for her mouth.  She shuddered
as his cockhead touched her forehead and he wiped the
sticky stuff across her forehead and then down her nose.
It was almost like he was anointing her, marking her as
his property.

Having smeared a trail of pre-cum over her forehead and
nose, he proceeded to move his cockhead all over her face
getting closer and closer to her open mouth.  He was
about to enter when he thought of something else he could
try before actually fucking her throat.  Straightening
up, he shuffled forward, capturing her head between his
legs.  Perfect.  He could feel his balls against her
forehead, then over her nose and finally poised against
her mouth.

"Lick them.  Oh yeah!"

He hadn't needed to tell her what to do as she'd realised
as soon as she saw them approaching what he wanted.
Opening her mouth wide, she captured his right ball,
closing her lips around it as she carefully sucked on the
strange ovoid, licking it all over.  Once she was sure
she'd covered it in her spit she let it out so she could
do the same with the other one.  In this position she was
looking right up at his puckered arsehole, only a couple
of inches above her.  Once she finished with his balls
she supposed she should do him there as well.

As she sucked his balls his hands were busy with her
boobs, lightly circling them with his fingers,
occasionally slipping over her swollen nipples.  Her arms
were by her side but as he watched they tentatively moved
over the bed and then curved around his legs till her
hand gripped the top of his thighs.  She pulled on his
thighs and he wasn't sure what she was doing until he
felt something tickling his anus.  Fuck!  She was licking
him there again!  He groaned, his fingers gripping her
stretched out boobs.

"Oh yeah!  Fuck, lick me!"

For the next few minutes she mindlessly moved back and
forth between his balls and his anus, licking and sucking
him as he continued to tease her boobs and nipples.  Then
he was pulling back, his saliva slick balls reversing
over her forehead.

Holding his cock with one hand he angled it down again as
his other hand held the side of her face.  This time as
he moved forward his cock entered her waiting mouth.  He
didn't try to push into her throat though.  Instead he
angled to the side so his cockhead was pushing into her
cheek.  He loved the way it looked, her cheek bulging out
and knowing it was his cock causing that!  He moved from
side to side, playing with her mouth as her tongue licked
at his cock, starting to cover it with saliva.

Soon however he tired of this game because what he really
wanted to see was not her cheek, but her throat bulging
with his cock.  Straightened up, he started slowly
rocking back and forth, working his cock in her mouth.
Soon with each thrust he was burying more than half his
shaft in her mouth.  Her lips were sealed tight and she
was now sucking hard, her cheeks, which had been bulging
with his cockhead a few seconds ago, were now dimpled
from the power of her suction.

He kept this up for a couple of minutes, letting her
massage his cock with her lips and tongue, while still
being careful not to go to far.  It was a growing hunger
though and soon he had to go further, so he started
letting her lips reach a fraction further along his shaft
with each forward plunge till on one thrust he hit
something.  Her throat.  Now he had to do it.

Trouble was he wasn't completely sure how.  Of course if
he wanted to he could just let it rip, fuck straight into
her throat but there was no way he'd do that, not now.
But there was also no way he was going to ask her what to
do.  Shit, he should have looked it up the way she had
but it was too late for that now.  He'd read about it
enough in stories but although they described fucking the
girl's throat, they really didn't say how you did it.
And the films weren't much use.  Most seemed to be about
how to make the girl gag or even throw-up.  He didn't
mind watching that on a vid but it wasn't something he
thought he wanted to experience himself.  Gross!

Slow.  In some of the video's where the girl took it all
the way, they seemed to do it slowly, as though they were
working the guy's cock into their throat.  That would
probably be best.  He pulled back a fraction of an inch
then carefully lent in.

"Oh fuck!!"

He was in!  She'd stopped sucking but she was doing
something in her mouth and whatever it was, it had
worked.  His cockhead had touched her throat, almost
stopped then continued and he could feel her throat
gripping the first inch of his cock.  He couldn't see
anything happen with her throat yet but was definitely in
there and it was awesome.  He slowly backed up till his
cockhead popped out of her throat.

"Oh fuck!  Amazing!"

This time he'd go further cause there was at least
another two inches of his cock to go before he'd have all
of it in her mouth.  Using the same technique, he leant
forward, felt the barrier and before he knew it he was
inside.  He kept going, watching more of his shaft
disappear into her mouth as her throat gripped his cock.
When he saw movement in her throat he froze.  Shit.  That
looked so weird, her throat pushing out like that.  There
was still maybe an inch of his cock to go but he slowly
pulled back, watching the bulge in her throat disappear.

Now he was going to go all the way, going to bury his
cock all the way in her beautiful mouth.  First the
barrier, then he was inside, watching her throat bulge as
more and more of his shaft disappeared.  Shit!  Fucking
unbelievable, he'd done it!  Her lips were pressed into
his groin and he was pretty sure his balls were resting
on her nose.  He only held it for a couple of seconds
before pulling out again.  He needed a moment to collect
himself before he really started to fuck her throat.
Fuck her throat.  That's what he was doing!  He was
fucking Janet's throat!!

By now he had both hands on her head, his thumbs along
her jaw line and his fingers reaching down her neck.  He
watched as her chest heaved, apparently taking in big
breaths.  Good.  That would probably mean he could stay
inside her throat longer if she'd taken a big breath.

He waited for her chest to rise again and then lent
forward sinking once more into her throat.  The feeling
was exquisite, especially on his cockhead.  Taking a
breath he retreated about an inch then pushed forward
again.  Back, forward.  Back, forward.  Back, forward.
Then he pulled all the way back till only his cockhead
was in her mouth.  Wow!  That had been intense!

During all this her hands were holding his thighs.  Each
time he entered her throat he was conscious of them
gripping him tighter but she didn't try to stop him,
didn't try to pull him out.  She seemed to like sucking
him off, or at least she said she did, so maybe she was
enjoying this also.

Enjoyment wasn't the right word but thankfully it wasn't
horrible, as she'd feared it would be.  The first couple
of times she'd been scared that he'd ram his cock in and
she wouldn't have time to adjust but he didn't, he was
taking it slowly which gave her the time she needed.
When he went all the way on his third stroke and her lips
were pressed into his pubic hair, her nose smothered by
his balls it felt surreal.  An image of what she had
become flashed through her mind and she shivered with the
impact.  She was a thing for him to fuck anyway he wanted
- her pussy, her arse, her throat, even her tits.  She
really was his toy.

No, not just toy.  She remembered something he'd made her
say a few days ago.  Fuck toy!  She was his fuck toy.  At
the time she didn't fully understand what that meant but
now she did.   Her purpose in life was to serve him, to
let him to use her body in any way he wanted to so he
could come, so he could fill her or even cover her with
his come.  As he started fucking his cock in her throat,
she shuddered again, wanting to hate it, wanting to hate
being his fuck toy but she couldn't.  She might be able
to hate him but not what he was doing.  Not when she knew
she was getting wet from this, knew her nipples were hard
and starting to ache.

All Richard was thinking was how good his cock felt as he
set up a rhythm, fucking her beautiful face.  Into her
throat, work it for about ten seconds then out again to
let her get her breath.  Unconsciously the ten seconds
started to grow and soon he was in her throat for at
least half a minute at a time.  He moved his hands down
further so he could really feel the movement of his cock.
Fucking A!  The pressure, especially on his cockhead was
so amazing that all too soon he could feel himself
getting close to coming.  No, not yet, he wanted this one
to last much longer.  He withdrew from her throat then
slowly pulled his cock all the way out of her sucking
mouth.

By the time he took his cock out of her mouth Janet was
way beyond any coherent thought and when he started
wiping his saliva coated cock shaft all over her face all
she could do was moan, wanting more not less.  Opening
her eyes she peered up to see his sweaty arse and balls.
Without really thinking about it she tightened her grip
on his thighs, pulling him forward as she craned her head
up till she could lick his arse crack.  She repositioned
her hands, grasping his arse cheeks, pulling them apart
so she could get in closer, licking the edges of his bum,
working her way in till the tip of her tongue found his
arsehole.  She pushed up even harder, trying to drill her
tongue into him as she heard him moan and then she moaned
as she felt his hand on her pussy.

When he felt her bury her face in his arse, he'd wanted
to do something in return so he'd reached down to her
pussy, cupping it, feeling the heat and wetness, running
his fingers through her slippery folds.  As her mouth
moved forward, capturing one of his balls, she spread her
legs wide, her feet coming up to her bum, tilting her
pussy up and he slipped two fingers between her lips and
into her cunt.  He pumped his fingers in her cunt and her
sucking went up a notch to the point where he thought she
was going to hurt his ball but then she eased off.
Pulling his fingers out, he brought them up to his face,
sniffing the wonderful aroma before putting them in his
mouth so he could suck off her pussy juice.

He stood over her, hands on his hips, letting his
wonderful slave girl go back and forth, sucking on his
balls and licking her arse.  Then one of her hands came
around, searching for his cock.  He watched as her small
hand wrapped around his cock and she started jerking him
off.  This was amazing, far beyond his wildest dreams.
He'd thought she'd probably lie there like a log while he
fucked her mouth but she seemed to be totally getting
into it.

Watching her hand glide back and forth on his prick was
great but now he wanted to be in her mouth again.  He
carefully pulled back but he didn't need to reposition
his cock this time.  She was doing it for him, angling it
down till he could move forward straight into her waiting
mouth.  She immediately started sucking, her hand going
back to hold his thighs as his hands once more held her
face, his fingers waiting to feel his cock opening up her
throat again.

He let her suck him for a while, her tongue coating his
shaft with saliva again before he lent forward.

"Oh fuck yeah!  In your throat!"

He didn't waste time on the preliminaries but carefully
sunk his cock all the way in till he had her lips mashed
into his groin.  He stayed like that for close to a
minute, enjoying her sucking mouth and the tightness of
her throat before pulling back so she could get a breath.
Sucking!  Every other time he'd been in her throat she'd
stopped sucking but this time, she'd somehow kept it up.

Janet wasn't all that surprised when he pushed his cock
all the way in but she was surprised when she realised
she'd kept sucking.  She hadn't known she could do that
with him in her throat.  The way he was moaning, he
obviously liked it so she kept it up as he fucked his
cock in her throat.

Richard soon re-established a rhythm, fucking all the way
in, then moving back and forth with his cock still in her
throat for up to a minute till he pulled back out so she
could get her breath.  He felt like he could do this
forever.  The incredible feel of her throat gripping and
massaging his cock head would push him closer to coming,
then he'd pull out of her throat and the pressure to come
would lessen.

As they settled into a rhythm, Janet slipped into a
trance like state, her mind drifting, thoughts tumbling
and spinning.  She was trying to understand, trying to
work out what she was, what she was becoming.  Sadist.
No, that was wrong.  Sadist was the one who hurt someone.
Richard maybe?  Maybe he was a sadist.  M word.  That was
the other one.  Maoist?  That was it she thought.  Maybe
that's what she was maybe she was a maoist.  Except she
didn't like being hurt, not really hurt and she was sure
that they liked to be hurt.  But she'd never have thought
she could enjoy lying down like this while someone fucked
her throat.

No, she wasn't enjoying it, not really.  She couldn't be.

Submissive … maybe that was it.  There was a movie that
she'd seen where a girl was forced to do things by a guy
and the girl had liked it, liked being tricked into
things.  Marcia had made fun of it, calling the girl
submissive but Janet remembered that she'd thought it
might be okay to not have to be in charge all the time,
to sometimes let the guy be in charge.

Her musings were interrupted as she sensed him speeding
up.

It was when he thought about how he would soon be pumping
his come directly into her stomach that he went over the
edge.  As he felt his balls tighten and the first pulse
moving down his cock he held her head tightly to his
groin.  His legs started trembling and with each spurt he
cried out as he pulled on her head.  Six.  Seven.
Finally with the last spurt he relaxed his grip and
reluctantly let his cock slip from her throat.

She'd had a moment of fear when he gripped her head but
then all her attention was on the pulses coming down his
cock.  She felt it on her top lip as each spurt came down
his shaft and then it was gone, splashing into her
stomach before she'd even had a chance to taste it.  She
silently counted the pulses, her mouth still sucking on
him till there was no more and he slowly pulled out of
her throat.  He left his cock in her mouth though and she
was rewarded with a couple of last drops of his come as
she continued to suck and lick him.

Rewarded?  What the hell was she thinking?  Okay, so she
liked the taste but why was she thinking of it as a
reward?  And she wasn't a submissive.  She was his slave,
forced to do all this and that was all there was to it!
Everything she did was only so he wouldn't hurt her.

He loved that she was still sucking him but sometimes,
especially after a really big come, his cock became
sensitive and this was one of those times.  He eased out
of her mouth and collapsed onto the bed alongside her,
staring at her beautiful calf then her knee then her
thigh.  He was momentarily confused and then realised
that she was moving along the bed, probably getting her
head back on the bed.

Once he'd fallen onto the bed she felt it was probably
okay for her to get her head back up on the bed.  As she
carefully wriggled along the bed she had to stifle a
sudden giggle.  Maoist!  Chinese!!!  The word was
masochist, duh.  That's what she wasn't, not a Maoist,
which of course she also wasn't.  Or a submissive!



