The Time I[M] Broke My Rule About Co-Workers[F] Part 4

See the first 3 parts in my profile. This part is slow and long but important for character development. Please bare with me.

Sunday afternoon came and I was ready to talk to Sarah about our forming relationship. She came by my room in the barracks that night and we had a couple drinks and discussed. We agreed to keep our relationship quiet and to ourselves. We set limits, boundaries, talked about protection and birth control. And we agreed that anal, spanking, chocking, and bondage were on the table. We also agreed that we were not exclusive and that if we started seeing someone else, we needed to inform the other and protection would be used until the person seeing another got tested. She only requested I don’t leave marks visible in gym cloths and that we keep any impact play slow, she wasn’t sure how much pain she found enjoyable yet.

Night took a great weight off me, breaking my rule might be okay. And I was happy to have set the limits. The conversation shifted into past experiences. And she told me her stories and then she asked me how I came to be the way I am. And, I told her the stories of my childhood that left me broken, about being abused psychologically and physically by my mother and step-dad. That I abused drugs, pills and alcohol being my drugs of choice. This lead me to be self destructive, I was constantly in trouble, angry and stupid.

I told her when I turned 17, I had meet an older women that helped me channel some of my destructive behavior. She taught me to channel my behavior to normal things like working out, art and work, she helped me complete high school, and got me a job.

Her name was Lynn, she was 47 at the time I meet her. She was divorced, had grown children and was a elementary teacher. I had meet her through a friend’s dad, I would stay with them often to avoid going home. Lynn quickly started keeping an eye on me, always texting me about my days and asking me questions. I thought it was weird at first, but it felt good to be important to someone. She would become someone I relied on, being the first person I ever opened up to about my childhood.

Then it happened, one week before my 18th birthday, I lost all control. I had come home one day and found my step-dad hitting my brother and mom. I remember seeing red, attacking him and being taken away in hand cuffs. My own mother calling the police on me. I was proud, I put him in the hospital. Lynn would be the one to come to my rescue, she wasnt happy with what i had done. She bailed me out of jailbut, though. I couldn’t be around her. I felt like I had disappointed her. So it lead to me couch surfing between friend’s houses for a week. On my 18th birthday, I felt alone.

I had just left school, it was a friday and Lynn called me. I didn’t want to talk to her. I had planned to get high and disappear from reality. She called me again and again. On the fourth call, I answered.

This was the first time I heard her be angry, to hear her curse me out. She was worried about me. She eventually got me to open up. I told her about the drugs I had gotten and were I was. She came and got me, she took me to her house, and got rid of the drugs. That was probably the day I started my real recovery. I lived with Lynn the rest of my senior year. She helped me with my legal problems, eventually the judge throwing out the charges.

I graduated high school that next June. And then things became different, Lynn no longer treated me like a child, but a friend. She became flirty, asking me about my sex life and more. I didn’t know how to react to it. But I was honest with her. This continued for several weeks, I told Lynn I had decided to join the military and she was excited for me. She gave me a big hug and kissed me. I was caught off guard. She apologized but I liked it and I returned the kiss. We had sex for the first time that night. Our relationship had evolved, and she would go on to teach me her kinks and how to pleasure a women properly. I was her student now, in the bed room she taught me how to maintain control and presence. She showed me her submissive side. She taught me to how pain could bring pleasure.

*** this is probably the part you wanna read.***

After telling Sarah how I had meet Lynn, I recalled the last time I was with her.

Lynn had a collection of sex toys. And I learned how to use them all. I was getting ready to leave for boot camp in September. I had months of practice. Sarah listened to me tell the story, I could tell she was enjoying it.

Lynn is a 5’7″ 130lbs, small women. She had 36DD, a 34 waist and was 38 at her hips. She was perfect. She spent alot of time at the gym and was toned but not muscular. I later learned she spent so much time in the gym to control her urges, like she had taught me.

I started by tying Lynn to the bed with leather cuffs on her ankles and wrist. I made her wear her favorite collar. She was face down, her bare ass looked so amazing. I had a flogger and was using it to tickle her legs and back. Talking dirty to her, I started softly whipping it across her ass and thighs, always followed by a dragging the leather across her bare skin. She started moaning and asking for more. The harder I went the more she moaned. Soon I could tell she was ready for more. I lubed up her favorite butt plug and worked it into her ass. She was tight, I worked it slowly into her ass. She was moaning, telling to push it in. But I wanted to prolong her sensation. Pulling it out before it was fully inserted. Finally, I wanted to continue my scene and I pushed it in. Her hole tightly wrapping around the steam until only the small base could be seem between her cheeks. I had planned this all out. I grabbed a paddle from her toy box and slapped it across her ass. She moaned as the paddle striked her cheeks, shaking the plug in her ass.

I did this several times, but I wanted her to give herself to me. She had taught me it was the biggest sign of trust to fully let go for another. I grabbed her magic wand and positioned it between her legs, using rope to tie it to her leg.. I turned it on once it was secure and she let out a loud moan. She begged me to turn it off. That it was too much. I leaned against the bed and whispered in her ear. “Cum for me.” Her moans went to silence as her body went tense and suddenly released, she loved being told to cum for me. I knew she could take more. I slapped her with the paddle again. She was going to cum again. I moved back away from the bed, and sat down in the arm chair. I watched as her body moved, and pulled against the restraints. As she came again, her body twitching after the orgams subsided. I told her how beautiful she was, she deserved more.

I started to reposition her. I knew she loved being in a hog tie position. She enjoyed the sense of helplessness. I moved her legs and hands behind her back binding them together. Her face near the edge of the bed. I kissed her, as the wand continued vibrating between her legs. “Your such a good girl.” My cock throbbed from the scene in front of me. She was drooling and moaning as she had another orgasm. I tapped my cock against her lips and she eagerly opened her lips and took my cock in her mouth. I started trusting into her throat. She gagged on my cock before I pulled back, giving her 10 seconds before starting back down her throat. I felt my first orgams build, I told her and she said cum down my throat. Which I did and she swallowed it all. Showing me that she didn’t waste a drop. I kissed her forehead, pleased with her.

My cock remained hard as I paddled her ass a few more times. Reminding her that she was mine. My scene was almost complete, I removed the magic wand from her leg and set it aside, I undo her legs and positioned her into a doggie pose with her face against the bed. I grab her favorite rabbit vibe and worked it in against her soaked pussy. Sliding it back and fourth across her opening. She moaned with delight as I slowly pushed it inside her, turning the vibrations up to the top setting. I left it buried deep inside her. As it vibrated inside her and against her clit. It had always been her fantasy to have two cocks inside her. This was the closest I could do for her.

I grabbed the bottle for lube and applied it to my still hard cock. I slowly pulled the plug from her ass, feeling it release. Her music of moans filling the room. And I slowly pushed my cock into her ass. Listening for her signs to proceed. She was moaning and telling to fuck her ass. So I pushed in deeper until I was all the alway in giving her time to adjust to my cock. I could feel the vibration against my cock. Her hole uncontrollably tightening around me. I slowly started to fuck her ass. Some deep strokes at first, never pulling out too much. The vibrator going in her pussy sent pulses through me. Her moans were loud and she begged me to go hadder but then she went silent, her music no longer filling the room. Her ass constricting around me. It sent me over thenedge and I unloaded in her ass. She was motionless. I slowly pulled away from her. Removing the vibrator from her pussy. Her eyes were rolled up in her head. She was breathing lightly. Her body still shaking from her orgasm. The bed beneath her soaked with her juices. I slowly undid her restraints. Freeing her, she collapsed on the bed. Now making gibberish noises Still breathing. Still lost to reality. This was her high. She didn’t need drugs she need to trust someone. And she chose me.

The most important lesson Lynn had taught me, was after care. So I removed the cuffs and scoped her up and into my arms. Cuddling her until she found reality again. She seemed lost, but soon as I cuddled and kissed her, she returned. Coming down from her high, I held her tight. Emotions washing over her. I gave her water from the night stand and telling her how much I loved her. She was the first person I ever said that too. And I truelt loved her.

I finsihed my story and brought my presense back to the barracks room, Sarah sitting on the chair beside me. Sarah was in awe about my story with Lynn. She was could barely sit still. I could tell she was wanting. When I finished she got up and straddled me on the couch and kissed me with a passion she had not before. She whispered in my hear, “I want that.”

To be continued.

Let me know what you think. Sorry this was a long one. But the back story is important for the characters and where they go from here. It plays a pivotal role in the choices they make.

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