I tend to win people over easily and making friends has never been an issue with me. All it takes is a little bit of conversation and things will go however I want. If I wanted to steer a conversation in a certain direction I can do it. I can calm down volatile situations with my words. I could sell a salt water to a whale and sand to a scorpion. So I became a salesman and it’s pretty easy. I sell residential and commercial security systems so the stuff practically sells itself anyway, but I can always convince a customer to buy a particular upgrade.
But I didn’t always have the gift of gab. It all started for me the summer before high school started when I did a summer abroad program in the U.K. and Ireland. There was a large group of us early teenagers getting some culture and international experience. Of course in our week and a half time spent in Ireland we had to visit the Blarney Stone.
For those that have never heard of it, the legend says that anyone that should kiss the Blarney Stone be given the gift of gab. To have the skill of not just flattery, but to flavor it with wit and humor. Hundreds, probably thousands of people kiss the Stone every day, so what makes so special? It was actually something that I picked up in the gift shop.
There were these little statuettes of different Gaelic deities. Some were named and sorted, some were in this weird miscellaneous shelf. I didn’t really think most of them were real historic deities. But one kind of popped out at me. It was made from a light colored stone that looked similar to the limestone that made up most of the castle walls at the Blarney Castle. It depicted a male figure standing in an unassuming posture, not aggressive or passive. In one hand he held an open chest. The statuette was worn and lacked a lot of detail, but the chest still retained a lot of technicality. It was open and empty, in the other hand he held a coin. I thought this must be some sort of merchant deity, but there was no name on the figure to be sure. The tag said it was only a few quid, so I had it rung up.
Later that night at the hotel, I went to the business center and looked up any mention of Gaelic merchant gods. I couldn’t find any and thought I was swindled out of a few Euro. I still had the figurine on my nightstand that night and my dreams were wild. I dreamt of winning arguments, of asking out of my crush and her accepting. I also saw images of an empty chest and a hand filling with coins until they slipped through the fingers of the hand.
When I woke up I started to pack and clean up my belongings so the housekeeping staff at the hotel would have an easier time. As I put away the statuette, I noticed that the face seemed more detailed than I remembered. It had been worn and undefined, but now a few features seemed to be apparent. And the open hand now held two coins, I was sure that had only been one yesterday.
I went about the day, traveling to museums and landmarks with our group, eating local cuisine at the prearranged restaurants, and journaling the experience as the day went on. Throughout the day I noticed people would cater to me more often than usual. The old lady at the checkout conveniently forgot to ring up a mid-priced item I was buying with a grandmotherly smile and wink. The waiter brought me my plate first when I wasn’t even at the first table that ordered. Our chaperones were seemed extra chatty with me, but I mostly chalked it up to it just being my day for them to check in. But the girls seemed a bit flirty with me and that was unusual. I was a funny kid and could make people laugh, but I wasn’t really a charmer.
These kinds of things continued for about a week. I’d have strange dreams, the figurine would seemingly gain more detail and more money would appear in his hand, and people would be extra nice to me. I knew that something about me had actually changed when one of the girls on the trip, Jessi, actually gave a peck on the cheek amidst giggles and whispers from the other girls. I knew the change came from the statue when instead of coins in its hand there was a small coin purse. The day after that I could tell that the face of the figurine was starting to look like me.
Jessi started sitting next to me on bus trips, on trains, when we took the Tube in London. She would walk next to me whenever she could. She even discreetly started to hold my hand. One evening I thought I’d take a risk and I told her to meet me at my room that night. The words weren’t even out of my mouth yet before she agreed. She said she would be there at 11:00, just after the chaperones went to bed.
I made sure that my room was perfect as I prepared for her to come over. I bought a condom from the vending machine by the elevators, I spritzed the room with something that my young mind that would be nice, and I took extra time to fluff myself up. But I was not prepared for what happened when she came over.
She knocked on my door right as the clock turned to 11:00. I looked through the peephole and she was wearing a long jacket and had done her hair up nicely. I opened the door and invited her in quickly. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply before the door had even finished closing. I was surprised but returned in kind. I was horny as could be wanted her in the worst way. Her tongue found its way into my mouth and mine found its way to hers. We made out for what seemed like minutes. As we parted for air I whispered, “I want you so bad.” And she didn’t say anything she just dropped her jacket revealing that she was nude. Her young breasts looked firm and her vagina was freshly shaved.
My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my pants so I hurriedly undid them and dropped them to the floor while I took my shirt off. Right as my shirt came off Jessi was kissing my chest. Her kisses went lower down my stomach and she reached my dick. She dropped to her knees and with small kisses traced my dick from base to tip and back down the other side. Then she swallowed it in one motion gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. She slurped as she slid my cock out of her mouth. “I want your cum in my little mouth, master.” I had never had anyone call me master before, but I was immediately into it.
I pulled her head down onto my cock and heard her gag again. God, that sound was hot. She bobbed her head up and down and I held onto her hair keeping it out of her face. Every other bob she would look up at me with her big blue eyes. I didn’t last long until I started to have the familiar feeling of pending orgasm. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I managed to groan. Jessi forced her head down further on my dick as I shot my load into her mouth. I could feel her swallow it with my tip touching the back of her throat.
Jessi finally let my spent dick out of her mouth, panting. “That was so much cum, master. Now I need it in my pussy.” With that she pushed me backwards to the bed and I layed down on it. She climbed onto the bed and started to massage my soft member back to life. She reached between her legs and played with her little pussy while stroking my cock. I had completely forgotten about the condom I bought earlier. My dick slowly came back to full mast and Jessi took it in her mouth again. Just for a few seconds she gagged on it while playing with her pussy. She released me with a slurp and swung a leg over me. She was facing me, her firm tits in my face, her pussy just above my erect cock.
“Fuck me, baby,” I said. With those words she sank herself onto me. Pushing her sex over mine. With a grunt she had finally accepted my whole length. As she slid up and down on my shaft I could feel her wet juices beginning to flow. She began to moan, alternating between my name and master. I reached up, grabbing her perfect handful sized boobs. I squeezed them and played with her nipples clumsily. Jessi started to grind back and forth on my dick, her moans getting more frequent. She moved faster and her breathing got faster until she almost screamed and I felt her pussy tighten up. She collapsed on top of me, her breath coming in gasps.
I took this my time to be an active participant in my new sex life. I rolled us over, my cock still inside her. Now I was on top and it was my turn to cum again. I started plowing into her, my hips thrusting as deeply as I could. “Mmm yeah fuck me harder, master,” Jessi purred. So I did as I was told. I started pounding her hard. My balls slapped against her. Jessi took hold of my wrist and placed my hand over her neck. “Choke me,” she begged. I, of course, obliged. I squeezed her neck in my hand and rammed her pussy again and again. It couldn’t have lasted long. “Jessi, I’m gonna cum,” I whispered. “Cum inside me, master. I want to feel your seed in my pussy,” Jessi moaned. I gave a final thrust and groaned as my second orgasm of the night shook me.
I fell next her, both of us panting. She reached down and fingered herself, playing with cum I just gave her. She plucked her fingers from her hot slit, pulling cum away and sucked the cum off her finger. It was so fucking hot I almost came a third time just watching her. She rolled out of bed and went to my bathroom to clean up.
Before she left she asked, “Should I send another servant to you tomorrow night?” And that was the moment I realized I had a power over her. This wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. The statue, the way people treated me, this night. They were all connected. I could tell her to stay the night and she would. I could tell her to send another girl and she would. I could probably to tell her to bring one of the other girls or even a chaperones for a threesome.
I just said, “Not yet. Don’t tell anyone else what happened tonight unless I give you permission later.” She nodded and left. As I fell asleep I caught a glimpse of the statuette on my bedside table. His hands no longer held a chest and money. They held an open book, and in it was written the name, Jessi. Before I turned off the light I saw my own face smiling back at me. I knew I would never be the same after that night.
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