My relationship with Christine was supposed to be all about control.
From the outset she made it clear she had no time for a “romantic” relationship, and no desire for the work that came with it. She wanted to be someone’s play thing.
We weren’t going to really be “friends with benefits”, or even friends really.
What we had was an arrangement, and that was more than okay by me.
*
A couple of weeks passed before I saw her again.
Last I saw her, she was literally sitting naked on the kitchen table, having just had what I think would have qualified as her first ever actual sexual experience with another person, and having just ate her first mouthful of cum.
I left her there and simply told her I’d “…had enough of her body for one day.” and that I’d “…be in touch when I needed another fix.”
I tried to walk a balance between control, and I felt like, letting her know she really was wanted. She probably didn’t want love, or maybe she was lying about that, but I thought she wanted and needed to feel desired and sexy. I guess anyone does. I did want to make sure she walked away from this knowing that she was those things at least to me.
*
Like our last interval, she was patient and didn’t reach out to me. By phone or email. She stayed away. I wondered how long she could hold out. And I wondered how long I wanted to hold out myself. When I thought of her, how she tasted, and how happy she was tasting me, I was hard instantly. But as I’ve relayed before, I had to control myself as well as her.
After a week I finally reached out. But it was just a simple email with a question:
> What was your favourite part of last week?
And she answered me simply:
> Your cum.
I couldn’t wait to give her more.
*
I decided to go home and visit my parents the next weekend – an excuse to use the same journey – bus ride through her town – that i had gone on the week before.
That day I had her meet me at the same coffee shop, at the same time, I ordered her to wear the same exact clothes and cook the same exact meal and that if she did she’d get to eat the same dessert.
She went through with her side of the plan. Except I ordered her to keep the dress on, but after dinner to sit up in front of me on the table, where she had before, feet/shoes even up on my thighs.
She was to work herself to an orgasm with the little blue “magic bullet” vibrator I’d gotten her.
She complied and I enjoyed the show.
Then I ordered her down on her knees and I jerked off into her mouth.
There was no big romantic lead up, I mean, there was a pretty sexy show watching her masturbate, but nothing elaborate on my part.
When she had cum I simply pointed to the spot on the floor in front of the chair, said, “On your knees for your dessert.”
She smiled and knelt, still holding the vibrator against her pussy. Still moaning and her lip shaking.
I stood and kicked the chair away, I pulled my cock out of my pants, told her to open her mouth and “don’t you dare try to suck my cock till I tell you to one day, if you’re lucky…”
Then I jerked off just out of reach of her tongue. Just aiming the tip so I’d fill her mouth when I finished.
And when I did I watched the lust in her eyes as my cum spilled mostly on her tongue, and some escaped onto her lips and cheek.
I ordered her to swallow, and as before she seemed to do it happily.
I used my finger to collect the leavings from her lips and push it into her mouth and she licked my finger as I did it to clean me, and to get everything I’d offered her.
Then I left her there on the floor without another word.
*
The next week I gave her the same initial orders – same time, place, clothes, meal, etc.
She was waiting in the blue dress.
This time the girl working the coffee counter gave us a funny look as we walked toward the exit to the place. Christine a few feet in front of me as before, me trailing and staring at her ass and making her walk uncomfortable.
But as I realized we had a witness, I walked a bit faster and for the first time walked up beside her. I took her hand, as if to be a bit affectionate, and leaned toward her ear.
I whisper but loud enough I hoped the girl behind the counter might hear, “Do you think she realizes you’re here, dressed up pretty, just hoping to be my cum whore one more time?”
If she had walked funny before, she really walked funny after I said this.
She exchanged a glance with the girl. I’m sure she wondered what the girl thought.
She squeezed my hand. It occurred to me this might be the first time she ever held hands with anyone. And I was aware, I still hadn’t kissed her properly yet, and again I wondered if I ever would.
*
Back at her house we fell into routine.
She smiled at me after I sat in the good old kitchen chair, beside the wooden table where she had ended up sitting the last two times.
She dared to ask her one question, “Dress on, or dress off, sir?”
This was not supposed to be routine.
I answerer with a question, “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth Christine?”
I knew the answer before I asked, but wanted to hear her admit it.
“No sir.”
“But you want my cock in mouth?”
“Oh yes sir.”
“Have you had a cock in your pussy?”
She hesitated, for a long time, before she finally said, “No sir… I’ve really never had a cock inside me at all.”
“Not even your asshole Christine?”
And I could see this shocked her a bit…
“I… no sir.”
I bit my lip. I wanted her to feel like anal might be on the table. At least for me. And that wether she wanted it or not I might be pushing. She had gotten too comfortable too quickly. This set her back to where she needed to be.
*
After she stood before me I could see her shaking a bit. I enjoyed her slight discomfort.
“Are you wet Christine?”
She said, “Oh yes, I’m wet the second I see you sir.”
“Dress off.”
She obliged quickly. Then turned to start her familiar routine of making the same pasta dinner that I did so enjoy, but I was hungry for something else tonight.
As soon as her back was to me, I stood up, walked over behind her and put my hands on her hips.
She didn’t turn around but she froze.
I whispered into her ear, “Reach back. Take off my pants, but don’t you dare touch my cock…”
She did as she was told awkwardly. Pushing my pants so they fell to the floor. Today I wore no underwear, so my cock sprung out of my pants and slapped against her naked ass. I pulled her hips backward so my cock nestled between her ass cheeks.
I took each of her hands in mine and placed them on the counter before us. Forcing her to bend forward.
I grabbed her hips again and started thrusting my cock up and down between her ass cheeks, sliding my length over her asshole. Not trying to penetrate her at all, just letting her know I was there, and to know how hard I was for her.
I could hear the moans I’d started to become accustomed too, mixed with anticipation and nervousness.
“Can you feel how hard you make me Christine?”
She just moaned “Yessss sir” as she started to actually push her own ass back against me. To grind against my erection.
My balls slapped against the bottom of her pussy and picked up some of her wetness. She was leaking all over the edge of the counter.
“You want my cock in your mouth, don’t you Christine?”
She moaned, “Ohhhh yes sir, more than anything.”
And then I presented her with the most warped of choices, “Well, what if I told you the only way it was going into your mouth was if went in your ass first Christine…”
And with that I took my erection in my hand and guided the tip just against her ass pucker, and pushed it at the opening, just a bit, again, just to let her know I was there, and what was on my mind….
I made a few gently thrusts, literally knocking at her backdoor.
Then I ran the tip down to her pussy, and pushed it against just at her opening. Not enough to be inside, but enough to start picking up more of her juices….
“But that if you wanted it in your pussy, I’d do that, take away your virginity right now, like I know you want… but if I do, you’ll never, ever, get to suck this cock.”
And god was that a false threat, but she didn’t know that…
And I started rubbing the head back and forth between the openings of her two holes. And I heard gentle groans as I circled the rims of each.
Calling out “Your asshole…” as I played with myself against it, “Your asshole and then straight to your mouth where you’ll get to eat my cum from the source… Your asshole…”
Then pushed my cock downward.
“Or your pussy,” as I rubbed the tip just inside, “and you never taste my cock?”
“Your asshole?”
“Or your pussy?”
And I repeated, again and again, a bit more aggressively each time.
Then all at once I stopped and I demanded her to pick a path, “Make your choice, **NOW**, Christine.”
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