Back to (B)Asics Pt. 03

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Part 3: Her Turn, Her Fantasy

I awoke from an afternoon nap the afternoon of our second ‘date’. I’d decided to try and sleep; I was so horny yet did not want to waste an ounce of cum on my own. I went to sleep hard and Lord knows after that dream I woke up hard, and if I hadn’t been so short on time I would probably have rubbed one out. But instead I took a lukewarm shower and presented myself at her door on time.

She took a moment to answer, and when she opened the door she was dressed all in black.

“I’m sorry, did someone die?” I asked.

“No, this is part of my answer to your question. Are you coming in or are you going to stand there all day?”

“Um, oh, sorry!”

Even though it had only been two days, I was very unsettled and felt like we’d never even met, much less had the kind of foot sex we had last time. We sat in her living room; the dog was in the bathroom. She spoke first, once she’d brought drinks and snacks.

“So… you ready for this?”

“Indeed! I have been looking forward to this since Tuesday!”

“You asked what my fantasies were. Do you remember?”

“Yes. I can’t help but wonder if there’s a reason you are dressed all in black.”

“Well, you’ll find that out later. My fantasy involves being submissive. I want to be dominated by a man who knows what I want, what he wants, and can make it all happen in a fun way. I’m not into being demeaned, just controlled”

“Hmmmm…” I said, not sure how to respond. Usually guys with foot fetishes are the other way around – they want to be dominated. “I suppose we can give it a try.”

“So, what do you want me to do?” she asked, looking at me pleadingly.

“Got any rope?” I asked. She got up and retrieved some neckties – “These were my exes. We can use those”

“Sit in that chair, right there,” I ordered, finding it really easy and fun to do so. “I have been saving up since Tuesday and first things first. I can’t even think straight, my balls are bingöl seks hikayeleri so blue. You will refer to me as ‘Master’ from now on. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir, Master” she replied, her gaze lowering to the ground as she took her seat. I tied her firmly to the chair, arms and legs. I decided to prepare a blindfold, although I did not plan to use it right away.

“Your safe word is ‘asparagus’. If you want to stop or feel threatened in any way, say it and we will stop and have dinner. Okay?”

“Yes”

Yes what?”

“Yes, master”

“Now I am going to ask a series of questions and if you answer them correctly I will give you something tasty. If you answer them incorrectly I will tease you unmercifully. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“OK, first question. How many times did you masturbate today?”

“Uh, three –Master!”

“Well then, I think it’s time I caught up, don’t you?”

“Yes Master”

“Do you want to see my cock?”

“Yes Master!”

“Say it…”

“I want to see your cock, Master! I can see it is hard from here.”

Instead of removing my pants, I traced its outline with my finger.

“If you want to see more, you’ve got to answer another question.”

“Yes Master?”

“What is your biggest fetish?”

“I like cum, Master.”

“Whose cum do you like, slut?”

“Your cum, my cum, anybody’s cum, master.”

“Are you a cum slut?”

“Yes, Master,”

“Where are your toys?”

“What, Master?”

“I said, where are your fuck toys. Your dildoes, vibrators, and butt plugs – that stuff. Where is it?”

“Oh, don’t make me…”

“OK, then, I guess we’re done!” I mocked, reaching to untie one of the neckties, but she stopped me when she said,

“Second drawer in the tall dresser in my bedroom.”

“Ahem…”

“Master, I mean.”

I went to her bedroom and found her toys scattered in every way in that second drawer. I brought out a vibrating egg, a vibrator, and a huge rubber black cock. I turned the vibrator on and laid it longwise against her thigh as she sat restrained in that chair.

“So, you want my cum, cum slut?”

“Yes, Master, please!”

I stood in front of her and stripped down to my tented shorts, then pulled the elastic band over the shaft of my cock, freeing it at last.

“You can look but you cannot touch.” I warned, taking a bottle of lube and squirting a dollop in my palm.

“I’m going to take care of myself right here while I look at you and imagine how hot you will look all covered in ropes of my jizz. Is that what you want, slut?”

“Yes, Master, I want to feel your cum shoot all over me. Now you know why I wore black – I want to see every drop.”

I began stroking my cock slowly, gently, doing exactly what I had said, looking her over and imagining my cum all over her.

She came to the door in a pair of black gym shorts, a pair of black Converse sneakers with white slouch socks, and a black Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt cut off at the midriff. She looked like the kind of girl that smoked dope at rock concerts and I was all about jerking off all over her if that’s what she wanted. I knew it was what I wanted at that moment.

“Stick out your tongue,” I ordered, “I’ve got a nice little droplet of precum for you. Want it?”

“Oh, yes Master!” she said, and I rubbed the head of my cock against her tongue, then leaned over and sucked it back off her tongue in a long kiss.

“Mmmm, I could go for some more of that!” I exclaimed, and resumed jacking off. Being as worked up as I had been, it wasn’t long before I was eager to get some relief plus we were both getting hungry for food. Dinnertime had long since passed.

My balls began to tighten up again and I decided not to edge it this time – it was time.

“Ohhhh, fuck. I’m gonna cum! All over you, cumslut groupie!”

“Do it, Master, do it! Gimme all that cum all over me!”

I reached down and slid the running vibrator from her thigh and jammed it under her, right up against her cunt. Her face immediately flushed, and I demanded that she cum. I cut her right hand loose and she reached down and jammed the vibrator between her legs, driving herself to her own orgasm.

“Here it comes!” I announced, and we both watched with much anticipation as I stood back a foot or so and aimed my bursting cock right at her chin. There’s something about 70’s concert T-shirts that really works me up, and once my mind drifted off to her Converse and my foot fetish, a foot or more was added to the distance of that first shot, which emanated from my cock and made an audible ‘splat’ as it hit the front of her T-shirt, right between the ‘D’ and the ‘S’, and trickled down the silkscreen to be absorbed in the valley between her breasts. The second spurt was much stronger than the first, and splattered her from her forehead down to her chin.

“Open your mouth, slut”

She did, and I slid the waning spurts, soft and creamy into her mouth.

“Mmmmm, I love your cum Master!” was all she could gurgle.

“Would you like more cum, slut?”

“Yes, please. Do you have some more, Master?”

“I will after a while”

With that, I kneeled down next to her, licked up all my cum from her clothes, and fed it to her while I untied her remaining arm and legs.

“Oops, looks like you missed a spot, Master!” she exclaimed, pointing to a dollop that had landed on the laces of her Converse.

“Let’s save that for dessert!” I suggested, otherwise completely cleaning her. We stood and I said,

“Not bad for our first time, huh.”

“Not bad at all, Master!”

I then suggested that we save these pet names for when we were alone together, as I could not very well refer to her as a ‘cum slut’ in public.

“Sure you can, especially if I am wearing your cum in public. Next time don’t lick it off until after we get back home.”

We headed off to dinner, about a block away. Dessert would bring its own set of hot circumstances.

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