Andrew Breaks the Codes: Chapter 5 Claiming Aimee [MF] [Str8] [Dubcon] [Fdom] [oral] [facial] [aftercare]

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Mrs. Gables was beginning to frighten Andrew. There was something in her voice that sounded off and before she smothered him with her pussy and everything went black he saw her flags for anger and aggression flare to a smoldering orange red. Perhaps it was time to end this experiment before she got out of control. But how? He remembered his safeword and prepared to shout it out are the first opportunity. The way his captor was using his face to scrub her pussy made him wonder if he would ever get a chance to speak again. Desperate for air he started tapping and then banging his legs against hers. He heard a roar and then a stream of hateful words.

“What the *fuck*! Hey, selfish little prick, you suck my pussy as long as I fucking want you to. Sit still on you sorry ass, you little limp dick. Don’t you *dare* interrupt me!” Mrs. Gables let Andrew’s head go and he was able to suck in some fresh air but his shout of “Vesuvius!” was cut off by her ass sitting on his face.

She had turned in place and spread her feet to force his legs apart. Her hands were free and she slammed her right fist down on his gut to cause him to try to double over. She arched her back and rotated her hips as she met his face with her ass and pussy and wiggled into a comfortable position. The fiend started a new routine of pulling off his face so he could gulp a breath, punching him in the gut so he doubled over and shoving his head back down on the table as she sat on his face.

Andrew was sure he had gotten out his safeword at least once. Perhaps his tormentor couldn’t hear him over the noise she was making. Andrew suspected she didn’t want to hear him.

The cycle finally broke when she raised her hips quickly to let him gulp air and then lowered down and pressed her quivering pussy against his face. Her legs began to shake and he heard a long groan slowly fade into silence. He guessed she had had an orgasm. He also felt he was about to pass out and then everything went black.

He felt the wet licks on his cock before he heard the slurping noises. Mrs. Gables was kneeling between Andrew’s knees, her breasts laying on his thighs and ler lips and tongue giving him a very sloppy blow job. As soon as he came to his senses he started screaming, “Vesuvius! Vesuvius! Vesuvius!” He felt her mouth come off of him and raised his head to see her very beautiful face smiling at him as she kept playing with his dick with her hands.

“Vesuvius! Please stop. Please! This is too much. Please release my wrists. I’ll fuck you if you want or I’ll just leave. Whatever you want is ok with me.”

He saw the fiend’s smile widen and realized he had misspoken.

“No, I need to go, I want to go. What I meant was I’ll try to get you off before I go if you want. But, aw shit, please untie me, please.”

The beautiful face lost it’s smile but the hands kept toying with his tool. Andrew tried to move but could just barely sit up. The face started to pout and then, eyes laden with concern, the lips said, ”But you must be dying to get off. You don’t want to leave already, do you? Don’t you want to stay a while longer and blow your load in me? Where do you want to put it? In my pussy? Oh, maybe my mouth. Yes my mouth and then you can make me swallow. Oh! Maybe you want to show me how manly you are and shove your rod up my ass. Huh? Do you want to take me up the ass and shoot your wad up there?”

Andrew wasn’t scared even though the woman was acting scary. As long as he could see her he could disable her. He was actually a bit fascinated by the new flags and icons he was seeing. There would be more experiments with this madwoman in the future, but they would be conducted under his control and on his territory. He also had no desire to orgasm with her under any circumstances. All he wanted to do was get free and get out.

“Gee, thanks, but you really did me in before. It’s late and I’m tired. I just better be getting home. Ok?”

The smile remained while she continued to cajole her victim. She could get him off very quickly. Why did he want to run off when he could get off? He had been such a good boy. Didn’t he want his reward? On and on she went, trying to convince him to agree to stay.

She made no effort to loosen the cuffs.

Finally Mrs. Gables agreed, but she said she wanted to give Andrew one last chance to let her pleasure him. He tried to argue but she was on her feet and out of the room in a flash. Andrew was on his feet a split second later.

His wrists were bound to the chair legs by cuffs. He could stand if he held his arms back far enough to get the chair seat out of his way. He hurried over to the window and was relieved to see his reflection. He stared at a cuff and lowered its tensile strength. A quick twist and the mesh fabric tore. His wrist was free! He easily moved the other cuff within reach and took it off with his free hand.

Andrew was pulling on his clothes as he made his way to the door. He heard a blood curdling scream behind him and turned to see Mrs. Gables wearing her strapon and lugging more restraints. He took a few seconds to study her flags and codes. Some of the icons were frightening. She started toward him and he gave her a smile and a wave as he stepped out the door to safety.

As the door slowly closed Andrew quickly adjusted two codes. He turned her left breast volume down one percent and her right down two percent. Andrew had a plan. He would get his revenge. It would just take a while.

Once he was free he hurried down to the corner and turned it before pausing to finish dressing. That’s when he realized he had been excited at the beginning of the evening and while the last part of their interaction was a turn off the earlier arousal had created a situation. It was painful to walk. He needed relief.
Andrew headed toward the Union hoping to find a horny girl out looking for relief, but it was pretty late and the streets were empty. He was about to use his hand when he realized a solution might be waiting for him in the study carrels.

Andrew found Aimee asleep in her carrel, her head resting on her arms. He stood in the doorway and watched her long, slow, deep breaths. It saddened him to see the girl stressing so about medical school and devoting her life to getting into one of the select few that would meet her parent’s standards. He reminded himself that it really wasn’t his business. Then he realized maybe he should make it his business. Maybe he should take her for his own.

Andrew switched off the overhead light that illuminated the work area and Aimee roused when the dim light filtering in from the walkway replaced it. She rolled her head from side to side and then raised it to look at Andrew as he started rubbing her back. A smile lit up her face as recognition set in. He dropped to a knee and drew her in for a hug as she sat up.

“Aw, Aimee, you need to get some proper sleep. You need to take better care of yourself. Did you get a good dinner?” A guilty smile on the girl’s face and the remnants of a turkey sandwich tucked away in a corner of the desk answered his question. “No, you didn’t. Well, If you won’t take care of yourself then I’ll have to do it. Time to get you home and in bed.” He saw her eyes brighten. Amy wasn’t used to people caring for her. “But first I could use a blow job, if you’re up for it.”

Andrew stood and undid his jeans before she answered. He wanted Aimee to feel comfortable saying no, but he wanted her to know he was expecting a yes. He was ready to activate her salivary glands and tweak her taste buds if necessary, but the girl’s eager nod and the way she helped him pull down his shorts told him she didn’t need encouragement. He maneuvered his tip in the vicinity of her mouth and she took over from there.

Andrew’s balls ached and he knew he wouldn’t take long so he warned Aimee that he was nearly ready. She popped off long enough to tell him to let her know at least a few seconds before and then dove back onto his dick. Andrew grabbed the tops of the cubicle partitions as he felt his arousal building and then, well before his mind was ready to take it’s pleasure, his balls demanded relief. He tapped her head and told her it was coming.

Aimee immediately sealed her lips around his tip and stroked his shaft with one hand while she tickled his balls with the other. In just a few more seconds Andrew started to erupt. He felt his balls jerk and a stream explode into Aimee’s mouth with such force it seemed to blow her head off his cock. She hung onto his shaft for dear life and tried to capture his tip between her lips but a second spurt shot out and drenched the side of her face all the way up to her hairline. She managed to get her open mouth in line with the next and let go of his balls to get a grip on his ass. She felt his ass tighten and his legs began to shake just before she took another stream. Andrews hips jerked involuntarily and his hose went out of control and sprayed Aimee’s face again. He grabbed her head between his hands as she opened wide and stuffed his cock in her mouth just in time for the next delivery. The girl managed to close her lips around his shaft and grip his ass with both hands to take the rest of his wad.

Andrew let go of Aimee’s head and looked down at her. Her eyes were watering as she tried desperately to swallow his load. A stream of frothy, white drool leaked out of the corner of her mouth. She swallowed again and again. Then Andrew saw her chest heave and realized she was crying. She pulled off and started to beg his forgiveness.

“Oh, Andrew, I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to take all you had to give me but I couldn’t do it. Can you forgive me? Will you give me another chance? Please? I can do better. I’ll take everything next time, honest.”

Andrew dropped to a knee and took her sloppy face in his hands. “Hey, what are you talking about? Why are you crying? Hey, everything is wonderful. You did great. Don’t cry. Here let’s clean up, ok? Stop crying and let’s clean up.” Andrew scooped up the dripping cum on his fingers and held them out so Aimee could suck them clean. He got every drip he could see and then looked under her chin. He found another thick rope and delivered that to her waiting lips. He was relieved to see Aimee start to laugh and smiled at her as he said she still had seconds to take care of. Aimee giggled as Andrew stood and offered her his cock. She sucked off a drop that was dangling from his tip and then stroked his shaft a few times to ensure he was totally empty.

“Ok, let’s get your stuff packed and get you to bed.”

Aimee started to put her electronics and critical papers in her bag but paused and stared at an assignment sheet stuck up on the wall.

“I really should get a start on that paper,” she said in a voice that started going breathless. “It will be due before I know it and if I wait then sure enough, like it always does, I’ll get something else … dumped … on me.” Her words came faster and faster and she wasn’t breathing in deeply enough to support her speech. It was a classic panic attack.

Andrew reached down with both arms and literally hauled the girl to her feet. He pressed her tight against him and tilted her face up toward his. She started to say something but he smothered her words with a long, deep kiss. When he broke it off Aimee sucked in a deep breath.

“That’s the only reason you should have trouble breathing, Aimee. Kisses like that, oh, and also when I want to choke you with my cock. Now take a deep breath and focus on breathing while I take you home.”

Andrew pulled Aimee into the mens room near the elevator. He used wet paper towels to wipe her eyes clean and washed the rest of her face and neck. Then he threw their bags over his left shoulder and collected her in his right arm.

As they waited for the elevator Aimee sighed and snuggled into his chest. She hadn’t had many people go out of their way for her. Her parents were always busy or scolding. Most guys ignored her. She knew they made fun of her tiny tits and big ass behind her back. She hadn’t ever had a real date. All of her encounters with guys were blow jobs they demanded just to be seen talking to her. Word gets around in a school. She got a lot of practice giving head.

Andrew had been different right from the start. He had been kind and helpful. She wanted to keep him happy. She didn’t want to risk losing him. She decided to do the only thing she was good at. Andrew could have her mouth anytime he wanted it. She would be the best cock sucker he ever had. That would keep him coming back for more.

Andrew kept a supportive arm around the exhausted girl all the way back to her room. He undressed her and put her to bed wearing an oversized tee shirt. Andrew was about to leave when he realized a second load had built up in his loins.

“Aimee, I’m full again. I want you to drain my tank before I go, ok?”

She nodded yes and followed him over to a chair. Andrew dropped his pants and shorts and just sat and relaxed. He slouched down and spread his knees. Aimee took care of the rest,

As he was tucking her in bed he leaned over to kiss her forehead, and then her nose.

“I want my cock sucker to get a good night’s sleep, understand?”

Aimee smiled a contented smile and nodded yes. She closed her eyes and started to drift off before he was out of her room.

Andrew was dead tired and decided to go home and get some sleep. As he walked he started to think about the flags and icons he had seen during that horrific session with Mrs. Gables. He shuddered as he revisited the moments so filled with hatred and aggression. She would prove a useful subject for his experiments, but he would need to handle her carefully.

He put the woman out of his thoughts as he climbed the stairs and walked down the hall to his room. As he turned in he saw a familiar shape in his bed. Marta! He nearly shouted out and jumped for joy, but managed to contain himself and grab his shower gear. He was relieved to see her form in the dim light. It had occurred to him as he stood rinsing under the hot stream of water he might have imagined her. He was very tired. Maybe his eyes had played tricks on him in the dim light.

She was real! Andrew watched the form in his bed breathing as he towel dried his hair. He slipped in behind her as quietly as he could but she stirred and turned to look at him.

“Andy! Finally you are with me. Oh, my love, can you forgive me. Will you let me stay in your bed?”

Andrew threw a possessive arm around Marta.

“Marta, my love, I want you in my bed today, tomorrow and forever.”

Andrew kissed her tenderly and told her to go back to sleep. A smile crossed his face as he closed his eyes and relaxed into the pillow.

*That’s two,* he thought to himself, *Three, maybe four to go.*

Andrew thought five women would be enough, but half a dozen sounded better.

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