Taste What I Did to You, Part I [Mf]

These days, I have a lot to lose. I have a marriage that is not fulfilling, but would be very expensive to end. I have a job where character issues mean unemployment. I have people relying on me to disappoint.

But I still have needs to feed, so I end up in places like this looking for like-minded people who need to get off.

Lori was 18 and a half when I met her online. I laughed when she told me how old she was because she was still young enough to add “a half.” I had posted a fairly mild ISO-type post that I had some success with, but none of those connections quite scratched my itch.

Within 15 minutes, Lori called me Sir without asking. I knew she was special.

She provided verification photos proving her age and her description of herself were accurate. She was a petite college freshman–barely 5 feet and 100 pounds–with a pretty, but not beautiful face. She was biracial–white and Asian–which gave her some interesting facial features. She told me from the beginning that she would not send any pictures that could come back to haunt her later, but I found myself rubbing myself through my pants all the same as she sent me her suggestive, but tasteful selfies.

One in particular caught my attention: she was in a park wearing a thin sundress and a breeze had pushed the fabric against her thin frame. I knew she had been raised conservatively and wasn’t surprised to notice the cross necklace, but the very faint peak (I had to zoom in to see it) given of white cotton panties while she grabbed at her dress trying to keep it from blowing up planted a seed.

We continued to chat for a few weeks. She was eager for instruction and I was happy to provide it. Every day she asked for what outfit she should wear. I required her to shave her pussy and around her asshole every three days. She had to report to me any interactions with boys at school. Depending on what she thought about that attention, she would receive an appropriate punishment.

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I was skeptical that she really understood submission, so I kept things tame to start. So punishments were mainly centered on embarrassment rather than pain: she had to go to class without panties on, she had to rub her pussy while her roommate was in the room, she had to wear a tight t-shirt without a bra on and ask to borrow something from the boys who lived across the hall. After each punishment, she’d tell me how wet she had gotten thinking about reporting her obedience back to me.

She was not allowed to masturbate yet, although she had asked several times. Her slit had become conditioned and she would tell me how her underwear was getting ruined every time we ended our chats. Afterwards, I would gush onto my desk as I stroked thinking about how well-prepared her tight teen pussy was for me just a few hours away. I thought about testing her obedience by having her send me a pair of her lust-filled panties, but my better judgment won out after I came–I shouldn’t have any physical evidence of this relationship. Too much to lose and all that.

After about 6 weeks, she went home for Easter. I knew she had family activities all weekend, but I required her to reserve the afternoon after she got home for a session with me. She pushed back as much as she ever had saying her dad would be home and he would question her for a while about what she had been doing at school. I said unless she wanted to wait until the summer to rub her clit, she’d contact me at our appointed time. I could tell from her reply she was nervous with her own disobedience, so I called her through Skype.

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“Sir, I’m really sorry, but I don’t know if I can talk to you at 2.”

“You can and you will.”

“But my dad is really tough on me, Sir. He won’t like it if I leave before he’s done questioning me.”

“I want you to pull over when you are a few miles from home and call me. We will talk about what is going to happen. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

We the talked about what she was going to wear. I was easy on her–although her college wasn’t too far away from where I lived, her home was several hours away and this was the first time she’d been back since we met. She was wearing a long floral dress with a plain bra and white cotton panties underneath. She wore sandals and around her neck was a pendant I had picked out for her that she used her weekly allowance from me to purchase. It was a golden anchor. I wanted it pressed against her chest as she faced her dad, reminding her of me.

She took a bus home, so I had a rough idea of when she’d be calling me. A friend was going to pick her up at the bus station and take her home. She said they always stopped at a coffee shop when she came home and she’d call me right after they were done there. I told her it would only take 5 minutes so she could make up something appropriate to get free.

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“Hello, Sir.”

I could tell from the echo she was in the bathroom.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes”

“Are you in the bathroom?”

“Yeah, Jane was being really nosy and it was the only way I could lose her.”

“Okay. Listen, I just wanted to give you something to think about to help motivate you to be obedient today. I’m going to let you orgasm today. You will follow my instructions, but I will not stop before you come this time.”

“Geez, Sir, that’s all I’ve wanted. I need you to guide me, but I’m a horny mess lately.”

“Tell me about your pussy, Lori.”

“I shaved it this morning, like you told me to, Sir. I used a fresh blade and made it as smooth as possible, even on my bottom.”

“Pull your panties down”

“Sir?”

“Hold up your dress with one hand and then pull your underwear down to your knees.”

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I heard rustling. “Okay, Sir. I’m standing in the stall with my white cotton panties around my knees and holding my dress up.”

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“Put the phone in your hand holding up your dress and put me on speaker.”

“Sir, someone might hear you.”

“Do it.”

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More rustling and louder background noises followed.

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“Of course, Sir. I’ve done what you asked.”

“Put your free hand between your legs, up your thighs, and against your pussy.”

“My hand is against my slit, Sir.”

“Are you wet?”

“A little bit. It’s getting wetter as we talk.”

“Slide your index finger between your lips.”

“Mmm…I’m touching myself, Sir. I’m getting wetter.”

“Slide up and rub in a circle for a moment.”

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I heard a slight groan and I grabbed the head of my cock. “Mmmm…yes, Sir. Should I keep going?”

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“Is your finger wet now?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ve dripped all over it.”

“Put it in your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Taste what I did to you.”

“Oh God, Sir. It tastes bad, but I like it, too.”

“Suck the juices off.”

Slight slurping sound came through the speaker. “I did, Sir.”

“Put your finger back and rub your clit for 15 seconds.”

“I will, Sir.”

“And put the phone next to your pussy. I want to hear if you really are wet.”

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More noises as the phone slid down. I heard faint wet noises and muffled moaning. I checked my watch. She stopped at 20 seconds.

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“I’m starting to drip down my thigh a little, Sir.”

“That was not 15 seconds.”

“I know, Sir. I’m sorry. It’s been so long since I’ve touched myself there. I got greedy.”

“Well, for that you will not clean up.”

“What?”

“You will slide up your panties, you will not dry off your thigh, you will put down your dress, you will not wash off your finger, you will meet Jane.”

“But, Sir. She will smell my pussy on me. And then my dad? Please.”

“I’m sorry, Lori. But they will smell your pussy and wonder what it is. They will wonder what you’ve been doing and what kind of girl you are now.”

“Oh my god, Sir.”

“You’ve been so innocent, sweetie. They probably won’t think anything about it. Probably.”

“But you will let me finish later, Sir?”

“If you call when you are supposed to.”

“I will, Sir. My panties feel wet now.”

“Good. Now get out of there and go talk to your dad. I will finish you later.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to be getting grilled by him like this. Smelling of sex.”

“You will get through it. And you aren’t going to wash off, right?”

“No, Sir. You said not to do that.”

“That’s right. You should get going.”

“Yes, Sir. I will call you soon.”

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After she hung up, I stroked my cock a bit thinking about the interview to follow. Her father sensing something in the air that was familiar but could not accept the source. Lori trying to get through the debriefing, only wanting to run upstairs to her room to get her release. All the while with wet panties under her modest dress and my anchor pressing against her skin between her breasts; her body hungry for me and waiting further instructions, betraying her need to maintain appearances.

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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a27i46/taste_what_i_did_to_you_part_i_mf