Chapter 2
A quiet noise woke me again. I could tell I had been sleeping for quite a while. I felt a bit of warm wetness move around my cock, and for a moment, I wondered why she was using the cloth to clean me again.
She whimpered just before she took my cock deep into her throat again. She was sprawled across my body, and my hand was resting on her lower back. I could feel her body tremble as she gave herself another orgasm.
“Fuck!” I groaned as my body flexed to push even deeper into her. She moaned around my cock as her orgasm intensified. She pulled back suddenly as she gave the base of my cock a squeeze.
“Don’t even think about cumming,” she commanded.
“Not yet,” I agreed. “Soon,” I added as I gently pushed at the back of her head.
“Not in my mouth,” she stipulated. She slowly released her grip on the base of my cock, and then gave my cock head a taste.
“I woke up thinking about last night,” she said. I didn’t reply as she licked a broad path down the side of my cock.
“I guess I’ll admit to being a slut sometimes,” she said as she lightly stroked my cock. She licked it again before she continued. “I am not your slut, though, and here’s how it’s going to be.”
She took my cock deep again, and used it to tease the back of her throat. Her body trembled, as did mine, but she didn’t make herself cum.
“I’m go to use you,” she explained. “I will do what I want, and I am sure you will enjoy it. Don’t get your hopes up, though. When we get home, I’m going to cry to your wife about how you took advantage of me after I had been drinking. We both know she’ll be angry, but she always forgives you.”
She took my cock yet again. This time she used it longer than the last, and she made herself cum. As her orgasm took control of her body, she froze with my cock deep in her throat. I started to gently thrust my hips, working my cock in and out, and her orgasm intensified again. She was gasping for air when she pushed herself away. My hands caressed her body as she let herself melt.
“You’re very good at this,” she praised as she lifted her head and tasted my cock head again. “I was too inexperienced when I learned I liked this and your stupid brother-in-law wasn’t able to get deep enough to pleasure me. That’s if I could even get him in my mouth before he came.”
She started sucking my cock in deep yet again.
Pulling back, she commanded, “Let me know when you need to cum. I want… I’ll let you cum on my breasts.”
From the way her body moved, she was vastly understating her desire. Her body wanted to feel my cum on her skin. I might have called her on that, but it was time to end her farce.
“You should listen to your body,” I said. “And you’re forgetting something.”
“I don’t think so,” she answered for both charges. She tried to distract me by stroking my cock and then taking it deep into her throat again.
“Your body can’t wait to feel my hot cum on your breasts,” I pointed out. “I bet it’s been a long time since you let yourself have that.”
Her body shuddered as she remembered wanting that feeling. I mostly ignored her reaction. I slid a hand into her hair, and gently guided her to take my cock deep again. She moaned and let it happen.
“You’re forgetting that you are my slut, and I will be using you how I want.”
My words were spoken gently, as a quiet reminder. My actions were much stronger. I held her head down as I started thrusting into her mouth. Her body responded by immediately racing towards an orgasm. She struggled to break free of my control while she struggled to make herself cum at the same time.
“I might let you enjoy my cum on your skin,” I offered, “but I plan to claim you mouth and your pussy and your ass! You are my slut, and I will use you any way I like!”
Even as her orgasm claimed her body, she struggled to push away.
“No, no, no, no, no,” she moaned as her body trembled.
She tried to turn and roll away from me as I tried to catch her and pull her close. It was not my intention to trap her, but as she rolled and I pulled, we ended up with me on top of her with her pinned face down on the bed. She felt my hard cock pressed along her ass cleavage, and she cried out and stiffened up.
“Not there!” she cried out. She scrambled to turn over and I let her.
“Take my pussy, please,” she begged. “Don’t force me to do the others!”
I hovered over her for a moment.
“Are you sure?” I asked gently. She still looked frightened, so I added, “I won’t force you, ever. What I meant is ‘Are you sure you want to continue right now.'”
Her eyes lost their wild look, and she slowly let them slide down my body and back to my face. She didn’t answer, but she licked her lips. I let my hand slide up her body to caress her neck, and then slide down to tease her hard nipple.
“Last night, I let you ride on top and take your orgasm at your own pace.”
I pinched her nipple a bit, and her body squirmed beneath me.
“I still think you want to be my slut. I will show you that you want me to do things to you, to make you happy, and to please myself. I will always push your limits, but I will never force you. Do you want me to show you how I can make you cum, going at my pace, doing it the way I think will please you?”
“You won’t force me?” she asked quietly. “To do those things?”
I shook my head.
“I won’t,” I repeated. “But don’t be surprised if you end up begging for me to do these things that you are afraid to admit you want.”
“Don’t be surprised if I tell you ‘No’ a thousand times.” she said confidently.
As she spoke, she reached between us and pulled my cock forward. As she teased the head between her folds, her knees lifted. She was so wet that I was able to slide entirely inside her in one motion. She smiled expectantly.
I started thrusting into her at a moderate pace with long strokes and a sharp hip roll at the deepest point. I let my eyes and hands tease up and down her body. She happily moved with me. I let my eyes find hers.
“Have you forgotten the lesson I taught you last night?” I teased. “You didn’t even want me to cum inside you, but your body knew. I let you cum, and then I made you cum again as I filled you.”
“I remember,” she answered with a smile. “I don’t need you to cum inside me again. You should pull out and cum on my stomach and breasts.”
I could tell by the way her body and eyes move that she actually would have really enjoyed that. I made a mental note to let her have her wish sometime soon.
“You should listen to your body,” I told her again. “When I do things you like but your mind was afraid of, your body says ‘We are his slut!'”
“No,” she protested with a smile.
She wanted to say more, but her orgasm was rapidly approaching, and I wasn’t about to slow down. She moaned and trembled as I caught her nipple with my lips and then teased it with my teeth and tongue. She scrambled to thrust even harder against me as I nibbled my way up to her neck. When my teeth found her ear lobe, she cried out and started cumming hard.
I was close, but not close enough. I caught her knees and pulled them up as I leaned back and drove even harder into her. Her eyes went wide with wonder as her orgasm intensified. Her insides clamped down even tighter, and suddenly my orgasm triggered. I pulled her body to mine as I thrust in deep, and then I froze.
Time slowed down as I became lost in the lust of the moment. My cock would surge inside her, and her body would quiver to draw me in, to take me in deeper. Each blast of my cock would bring a wordless surrender as her body claimed its prize. Over and over, until I was drained, I filled her, and her body asked for more. As the surges ended, her body continued to beg for all that I had. I would have surrendered completely to her, if only she had asked.
She barely shook her head, and into the silence she whispered, “I am your slut.”
I lifted my head to look at her. There was a stunned look of awe on her face, though tears slowly leaked from her eyes. I couldn’t help but smile.
And then I kissed her. I think I planned on letting my kiss tell her that it would be okay. Somehow, her lips continued where our bodies had quit, and she drew me in. I surrendered my lips to her, although I’m pretty sure she surrendered to me as well. It was the fiercest yet gentlest kiss I have ever had, rivaling the passion of the kisses my wife and I used to share. It was hard to pull away.
“Why did you kiss me like that?” she demanded.
“You are a beautiful woman,” I answered immediately. “Beautiful women should be kissed like that.”
“But I am your slut,” she protested.
“Then you are both, and I will still kiss you like that.”
She seemed to be struggling to accept my words. I was going to prove them by kissing her again, but suddenly her phone started chiming a wake up alarm. The tone seemed to wake her from a trance. Her head and shoulders gave a shiver, and then she turned to silence her phone. She was apologetic when she turned back to me.
“I need to go shower and get ready for the day,” she said. She clearly wanted me to get off of her body, but her smile said just as clearly that she wanted me to stay.
“I’ll join you,” I suggested as I moved to my knees and crawled out of the bed.
“I think I can wash myself,” she said with a look of disdain.
“You’ve obviously never showered with a friend,” I teased.
She continued to protest with her eyes, but she was smiling as I led her to the bathroom and started the water running.
Twenty minutes later, we were standing together under the running stream of hot water. There was still a fair amount of soap between us as our bodies rubbed together. She was breathing hard as she stroked my hard and soapy cock. She also shivered as my fingers combed the last of the conditioner out of her hair.
“We’ll be late if we stay in here all day,” she teased. With a seductive look, she asked, “Are you ready to cum on my breasts?”
“I have a better plan,” I teased back. I kissed her as I turned our bodies to let the water run between us to rinse away the soap.
She stepped back and gave me a soft but serious look.
“I’m not ever going to beg for those others,” she reminded me. Her smile turned naughty. “There might come a time that I would want to walk around with your juices dripping out of me, but this isn’t it. I don’t think I want these people to know I’m your slut.”
“We’ll see how successful you are at that then,” I said as I turned off the water. I grabbed a towel and started drying and pampering her body.
“Here’s my plan,” I said. “We are going to go down to your conference and follow the schedule. You are going to treat me with the same disdain you showed last night, and I am going to pretend to hide my irritation.”
“You are not going to wear any panties,” I instructed. “No matter what we are doing, no matter where we are, no matter what attitude I am showing, every time I look at you, my eyes are going to drop to your crotch. No one else will know, but you and I will know that I am staring right at your naked pussy.
“You need to try to make it through the day without revealing to anyone that you are my slut. Your reward will be sex any way you want it tonight, if you succeed. Your punishment is non-negotiable. If anyone asks, or suggests that something is going on, you will convince them to come back to the room, and you will convince them to let you and I seduce them.”
She stood frozen in shock.
“I couldn’t do that!” she exclaimed. “Not two men!”
“It might be a woman,” I teased, and her eyes got impossibly bigger.
“Imagine having one cock in your throat making you cum while another cock is filling your pussy,” I teased. She swooned, and I had to catch her. She was still shaking her head in denial.
I gently stoked her ribs and breast as I let a lustful look sweep over her body.
“Women are soft and touchable and remarkably tasty. You might find that you like tasting another woman’s skin, and making her cum.”
The way her body trembled as I touched her, I think she was on the verge of cumming again. I let my hand slide up to her neck to tip her face to mine for a gentle kiss.
“I can’t wait to see who you choose to reveal your secret to,” I teased.
“I… I’m going to win,” she protested. She didn’t sound very sure of herself.
I gave her a naughty look and another quick kiss. I continued to touch and tease her as we got dressed.
As her driver, I wasn’t expected to be learning anything in the seminar, but I was expected to participate. I was going to get away with wearing casual pants and a polo shirt. She was expected to be an active student in most sessions, but she was also instructing a session in the afternoon. She had selected a long dress with sensible shoes. She had a very flattering but not overly sexy matched set of bra and panties. She let me tuck the panties back in her suitcase.
As she stepped to the mirror to do her makeup, I let my eyes tease down her body. Her eyes tracked mine in the mirror. She froze as my eyes lingered below her hips. I raised one eyebrow and let my eyes meet hers in the mirror. She took a deep shuddering breath.
“You can’t start already,” she protested.
“You’ll have to do a better job of hiding your reaction if you expect to win,” I suggested. We both smiled as she nodded.
