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Chapter 1: Peeping
When I first met Adam, I never imagined that one day I would call him 'master' and he would call me 'slave'. It never crossed my mind that he would wind up fucking my cunt, mouth, asshole, and tits.
I was pretty sexually inexperienced back then – I didn't even have a vibrator. Over the months, he's made sure that my collection of sex toys has grown. He's rewarded me with nipple clamps and ball-gags. I now have a different butt-plug for each day of the week and a leather collar that I wear behind closed doors. They're all part of my 'uniform'.
The rest of the family still think of us as 'Adam' and 'Cheryl', two twenty-somethings connected only through our parents' long-term relationship – my mother has been dating his father for a few years now. I can't imagine how they would react if they ever found out.
This is the story of how I came to meet Adam, and of how I came to call him 'master'.
"And this will be your new room," my mother told me. The seemed desperate to get my approval. I guess it was my fault, I was being pretty moody about the move.
"Great," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's just as big as my old room, but now instead of having any of my friends nearby, I have a retirement home next door."
"Cheryl," my mother pleaded. "This should be a happy occasion. Charlie really is a great man. I wish you would support me more."
"It's okay mom," I said. "I guess it's only for the summer. I'll be going back to university anyways."
She left me with a hug, and went to help Charlie unload the rest of the truck. My new room was actually much nicer than my old one. Charlie was a pretty successful broker and you could tell from how he kept the house. Everything was perfectly cleaned by a cleaning service that sent a maid once a week. The windows were huge and each room was adorned with paintings and art.
My new bed was pink, to reflect my supposed innocence. Back then I was pretty innocent, so I suppose, like Cinderella, the shoe fit. I put my stuff away, finding drawers to stuff my shirts, skirts, and panties.
There was a knock on the door. "Come in," I said, thinking that it would be Charlie, ready to give me the standard talk about how happy he was that my mom and I were moving in. When I turned, I saw that it was Adam. I'd heard of him before, but this was the first time we'd really met.
He stuck out a hand, "Hi, I'm Adam, nice to meet you."
I pushed my hand out and clasped his, trembling under his grip. Adam was built like an Ancient Greek hero. His arms rippled under his tight t-shirt. He had short, cropped, brown hair, and eyes that matched that hue. His teeth were perfect, and he carried himself like a man of wealth and class.
"My room's just across the hall," he said. He pulled me closer, still holding onto my hand. "If you ever get bored, I'm just a few steps away. Knock loudly though, you never know what I might be doing."
Before I could respond, he left, leaving me with a blank stare and a series of confused thoughts. I wasn't sure whether he had just hit on me, or whether he was just being friendly. Maybe he had video games or something to play in his room. I shrugged it off and finished unpacking.
Getting dressed, I inspected myself in the mirror. My hair was pulled back into a ponytail. My hips were covered by my skirt, which fell down my long legs past my knees. My breasts were perky and firm, but were hidden behind a baggy t-shirt that I loved (it had a picture of Einstein sticking his tongue out.)
"Cheryl," my mom's voice came from down the stairs, "It's time for dinner."
I skipped down the stairs merrily, having already forgotten about Adam's bizarre introduction.
At dinner, my mom and Adam's dad kept trying to explain the benefits of them moving in together. Neither Adam or I were necessarily unhappy with this new arrangement, but it was going to take some getting used to. I'd never lived with a man before, now I was living with two.
Adam and I were going to the same university, though I'd never seen him there. He was in the third year of a law degree, and I was just in the second year of my undergrad. Eager to find some bonding point between us, my mom and Charlie talked about how Adam and I could be friends during the school year and how much easier it would be to come visit us.
That night, my mom and Charlie went out dancing to celebrate this new step in their relationship. The house was kind of scary when it was empty, although I was quick to remind myself that Adam was still there. I decided to take a shower. The water was hot and cleansing on my skin. I soaped up my body and my hair and wrapped myself in a towel.
Walking back to my room, I saw that Adam's door was wide open. I peeked inside and saw him masturbating. I gaped at him, shocked that I was seeing what I was seeing. He was touching himself in slow strokes, with his headphones on and his eyes closed.
I froze, terrified that he might have seen me. That would have been beyond embarrassing. But if he saw me, he made no notice of me. He kept stroking his cock, slowly and adding more lotion.
Beneath my towel, I felt my nipples begin to stiffen. My voyeurism was actually turning me on. I'd never been so aroused in my life. His cock looked so foreign to me – I'd never actually seen one in real life. Now, in just an instant, I was watching a handsome man stroking his cock with reckless abandon.
I moved behind the door and started watching him through the crack. He kept going, his cock getting bigger and his grip getting tighter. Adam's hips started to push forward, keeping in time with his strokes, so that he was fucking his own hand.
My hair fell down to my face in strands as I stood there staring at Adam jerking off. I was fixated by his cock and the controlling determination with which he masturbated. I slipped a hand underneath my towel and started to touch myself.
I couldn't believe how wet I was. My pussy had never been this soaked in my life. I moved my hand upwards and tweaked my nipple. It felt great. I closed my mind and steeled my will to turn to my own bedroom. My plan was to lock the door, light a candle, and masturbate thinking of Adam's cock.
"What are you doing out there?" Adam said, his eyes still closed. His hand kept massaging his cock.
My face turned a bright red as I pulled my hand from out of my towel. "Nothing. I didn't see anything." I tried to play it off like I had just started walking by.
"Really," he scoffed, pulling off his headphones. "You've been watching me for nearly two minutes, and you really didn't see anything?"
I was busted. I started to stammer. "Sorry, I was just -"
"You were just spying on me," Adam finished my thought, his voice stern and disapproving. "Get in here."
I thought of turning to my room and locking the door. I could have died from the embarrassment. But it seemed smarter to try and talk it out with him. I mean, we were going to be seeing a lot of each other. I didn't want any weirdness between us.
I tightened my grip on my towel and walked in. I raised an eyebrow when I saw that he was still touching himself. His hand moved more slowly than it had before, but it was still firmly clutching his pulsing cock.
He pat the empty space on the bed beside him, gesturing for me to sit down. Slowly, I staggered towards him. I was very self-conscious about the whole scenario. He was still touching his cock, and I couldn't look away from it. It throbbed and pulsed in his hands.
I sat down next to Adam, my towel riding up as I did so. It was barely covering my ass.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked.
I blushed again. I turned my gaze from his cock to his eyes. They bored into me and I looked down submissively. "I was just walking by… and I guess I got curious…"
"Curious?" he mused. He put his free hand onto my shoulder. The soft touch sent a jolt of excitement down my spine. My breasts swelled as my nipples hardened. "Have you ever seen a cock before? I mean in real life?"
I shook my head, unable to answer in words. My breathing had become much more ragged as my grip on the towel loosened.
"Calm down," he said reassuringly. "It's a surprise to think that a twenty year old woman hasn't seen a cock before – but it's not a big deal."
I continued to stare at his crotch as his pace quickened.
"You saw me, and you got curious," he said, agreeing with my story. "I can understand that." His hips once again started to move as his grip on my shoulder tightened. "Do you want to watch me finish?"
Fascinated, and completely aroused, I nodded slowly.
His hand moved from my shoulder to my hair as he continued to pump his cock. "Can you grab me that lotion?" He pointed to the bottle beside me.
I picked up the container and held it out for him.
"Now be a good girl and push down the nozzle. Squirt some onto my hand."
I did as I was told and some clear lotion fell into Adam's outstretched hand. He, once again, grabbed his cock.
I couldn't tear myself away. He was just laying there, calmly touching himself in front of me with a courage that I could have never achieved.
"Now," he started. "If you're going to watch me, I think you should help me."
I blushed again. His free hand started to lightly touch my ear, his fingertips dancing against my skin. I moved my hand towards his cock, wondering how it would feel in my grip.
"No," he said. "Not with your hand. Help me with your body, give me some inspiration." His free hand fell down to my towel. "Stand up and take off your towel," he ordered.
It was only fair, I rationalized. I was seeing him naked, he should get to see me naked. Part of me knew that I was just bullshitting myself but I wanted to stay – I wanted to help. I stood up, the bed creaking as I did so, and moved so that I was standing in front of the bed. He edged himself closer as I removed my towel.
The towel fell to the floor in a clump and I panicked. I was actually letting Adam see me naked. I could feel his eyes leering at me – leering at my breasts and my pussy. He was hungry for me. Though I had to admit it to myself, I was hungry for him too.
"You're very beautiful," he said, still stroking his cock. "Would you like to do me a favor?"
I nodded, trembling.
"Do exactly as I say," he said. "Or I'll ask you to leave."
"Yes," I mumbled in agreement. I watched as his cock throbbed.
"Get onto your knees and put your hands behind your back. I want you to link your fingers together."
I did as he ordered and meekly knelt. My hands linked behind my back, causing my tits to push out. Adam rose from his bed. His cock pulsed, merely inches from my mouth.
"I'm pretty close to finishing," he started. "Close your eyes."
I closed them. Gripping my wet hair, he moved my head to the side. I felt as he rubbed his lotioned cock across my tits. My nipples perks at the touch and I heard myself moan.
"Open up," he said, rubbing his cock on my face.
"Yes," I said, separating my lips.
"I'm just going to do the tip this time," he assured me.
This time? I thought to myself as the head of his cock entered my mouth. Adam kept his grip on my hair and moved my head forwards and backwards. I went limp and allowed him to guide me as my tongue ran across his member. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth.
He reached a hand down and tweaked my nipple. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he rolled my nipple until I whimpered into his cock.
It was only a few short thrusts before he pulled out of my mouth. He held me in place as he stroked himself to completion. "Open your mouth again," he ordered. As I opened, he gave one final thrust into his hand and started to cum.
He covered me in his cum, layering me in semen. My face, my lips, my tits, were all dripping in his juices. A small fraction went into my mouth and I tasted him. It was sweet and warm. He took his hands off me and leaned against the bed.
"Suck off whatever's left," Adam ordered, his voice stern.
Keeping my hands behind my back, I leaned forwards and brought my mouth to his cock. I rocked my face forwards and backwards, milking his cock until it grew limp in my room.
He patted me on the head, towering over me as he stood. "Good. Come to my room tomorrow night at 9:00 and we'll resume your training."
My training? I thought to myself.
"Now get out." His voice had become harsh.
Meekly, I lowered my head and crawled to my feet. I turned my head over my shoulder as I left, to see if was watching me, but he was getting dressed. I heard him walking down the stairs as I walked to the bathroom.
Waves of shame crashed over me as I realized what I had just done. I caught a look at my reflection, and saw Adam's cum all over my face and tits. The sight turned me on, which only made me more ashamed. I had been a very bad girl.
I took another shower, but this time I used the showerhead to bring me to climax. Twice.
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