Jackson (Jack for short) and Ben had been friends for as long as they could remember. They played little league baseball together, as well as high school basketball and baseball, were neighbors, took all the same classes in high school, and were going to the same college. They also both not only had birthdays in July, but shared the same birthday! Hell, their baby showers were thrown together! It's no surprise, then, that their eighteenth birthday was a blast for both of them.
Ben's house was bigger, with two stories and a wraparound porch, so both families gathered there to celebrate: Jack's parents, his older brother, and his grandparents along with Ben's parents, his younger and older sisters, and his grandparents. After the party, both boys went out and exercised their rights as adults, buying condoms, cigarettes they'd never smoke, and porn. Then they went back to Ben's for the night. Jack stopped off at home just long enough to hide the porn, shove a condom in his wallet (as if), and head back over to Ben's. Ben's parents had had to leave right after the boys' party for a conference six hours away and wouldn't be back for a couple of days, but Ben and Jack couldn't care less. That just meant they could be louder! Ben's younger sister, Jenna, was staying with friends, as always, and his moody older sister, Cameron, stayed in her room on the computer all the time. She was very social, but her parents teased and bothered her incessantly when she was home, so if she had to be home for the summer, she was seeing them as little as possible.
To be honest, Jack thought Cameron was hot. She was only a year older than he and Ben, at nineteen, so he had watched her grow from a skinny, brunette stick of a girl to an extremely attractive woman, and all at the same time he developed his own physical attributes. She tended to wear too much makeup and baggy clothes, but she ran long distance for their school's track team and played tennis in the off season, so her body was in perfect shape. Her eyes were huge, and a gorgeous emerald green, supported by high cheekbones and supple lips. She just liked to hide it with heavy mascara and thick lipstick. Cameron's breasts developed early, so she was the first girl boys ever noticed, and her figure was great. Jack couldn't understand why she always dated total assholes; she either had no self-esteem or some deep-seated problem she was dealing with, and both were a shame.
More than once he caught himself wondering what she looked like underneath her perpetual hoodie/sweat pants combination, and slowly rubbing his groin at the thought of her in the locker room or shower. He always took the chance to glance in the laundry room at his best friend's house to see what panties she'd been wearing lately. For all her mild demeanor and introverted activity at home, he knew she had to be sexually active and was strikingly beautiful, and her thongs showed it. She loved lace in intricate patterns, bows and charms, and the color green. He almost stole a thin lace G-string of hers from a laundry basket once, but decided that not only was it probably expensive, but it wasn't worth the mental anguish to desire her. She was distant, older, his friend's sister, and out of his league. Despite his efforts, he desired her intensely, of course, so he might as well have taken the panties anyway. He just wished there was a way she could think of him in the same manner. One time, a year previous, Jack thought she had finally seen him as a man and not just her brother's friend, and she might have been worth pursuing then, but that opportunity was past.
Ben's parents had bought a huge aboveground pool at a bargain price in middle of the summer, and both kids immediately had friends over, so the backyard was crowded with teens. Jack and Ben were both seventeen, as were most of their friends, and Cameron's demographic was the same but a year in advance. It was one of those rare times Cameron eschewed her sweats for a bikini (dark green, of course, with pink polka dots) and joined the adolescent fun. They all swam together, some of Ben and Jack's friends hitting on Cameron's, and they all had a good time. The girls swam, then oiled and sunned. The boys swam, fought, splashed, threw the girls into the water, and thought about girls sunning and oiling. Lunch was provided, with lemonade, and the vast majority of the day was frittered away in frivolity.
Things began to slow down in the late afternoon, and friends slowly started drifting away to cars and homes of their own. Jack had been lounging in the sun for a couple hours, Ben was "escorting" one of Cameron's friends to her car, probably hoping to score a date. Cameron herself had gone in for towels, though they were unnecessary given the egress of all the revelers. Jack was as relaxed as could be, just soaking up the sun's heat, and thinking of Cameron's ass in her bikini. He had been thinking of that ass, and her body in general, with increasing frequency the past year or so. She had become an object of his sexual affection whether he wanted her to be or not. Before he could stop it, the sun and his mental image had raised his cock up to full attention in his swimming trunks, visible to any who could see him, a veritable umbrella pole over the deck chair in which he was splayed out.
Quickly, he jumped up and ran for the house, needing the air conditioning and a cold drink to take his mind off Cam's curves. He bounded for the glass doors to the kitchen, his boner swinging in front of him. Up to the deck in two strides, he looked down to step over the door frame onto the kitchen tile and BAM! He collided with Cameron returning with her towels, the last person he wanted on his mind. He staggered backward to the door, keeping his balance, but Cameron forcefully sat down on the floor, knocked to the ground, tits bobbing in her scanty top, and towels everywhere. She looked up with wide eyes, startled, and the first thing she could see was Jack's dick at eye level. It was so close she could see the rim of his cockhead outlined through the fabric, and it pointed straight at her, almost in accusation. She couldn't help but gasp as she reflexively gauged its rigid girth. She looked away quickly, gathering towels, but not fast enough.
"G-g-g-gosh I'm sorry, Cam!" Jack said, mortified at his clumsiness and his all-too-obvious arousal. "Are you alright?" He silently willed his erection to soften, but if anything her gaze had solidified it. He saw her initial stare and knew the first thing in front of her eyes and at the fore of her thoughts was his boner. He grabbed two towels as fast as he could, trying to look nonchalant as he held them in front of his groin.
"I'm fine, Jack, but for God's sakes do you have to run everywhere?" She rose to her feet, her eyes level with his chin, looking up at him and smiling. "A bruised tail bone is just what I need for my run tomorrow morning. If I miss one day, I'll miss five, then weeks! Then I'll be fat and out of shape, and then I'll really catch shit from Mom and Dad! It's all they can do to keep from nagging me in my sleep! Give me those."
Jack had been staring at her hairline, something more boring than those deep green eyes, and almost sighed in relief when she whipped the towels out of his hands to reveal nothing but the usual soft bulge of his package. "Sorry, sorry, Cam. You know you could never get fat!" He laughed and scooted past her, eager to be away and desperate for a cold shower, trying not to think about how cute she looked when she tried to act angry. She sighed as well and went outside, thinking loudly to herself. When did he get muscles? She could iron clothes on those abs! He had finally grown taller than her, and suddenly all she could look at was his torso, his smile, his ass, and his sparkling blue eyes. And his package. What was he thinking about out there? That must have been at least seven inches long! I wonder how many girls he's had. He can't be any worse than the guys I've dated. Oh, were he eighteen, and were I single! She left it there, as oblivious to his desires as he was to hers.
Jack almost pushed it farther after that, knowing she had finally come to terms with his masculine sensuality. He had only had sex once, with his last girlfriend, and she had been as cold as an iceberg. She lay there, letting him do all the work, and hitting him for accidentally getting cum on her face. She blamed him for her own inadequacy and they broke up soon afterward. Cameron had been with multiple guys, and enjoyed the sex she had with them, but they were all vain and immature, and she had some sexual preferences she didn't want to share. She had never been desperate enough to be herself in bed.
Both she and Jack went their separate ways, and stayed casual friends, not letting the memory of that incident fade, but not talking about it. Another year slipped by.
The two boys might as well have been alone in the house, for all they cared. Ben's room was in the back corner of the main floor, away from everything but the laundry room, and they reveled in their seclusion. They both lounged in shorts, talking about girls they liked while blaring music. Both were eager for college in the fall: for coeds, more sex, and less drama. Neither of them had much luck with girls in high school. Ben liked older girls, and was extremely intelligent. He tended to intimidate the small selection of women at their high school, despite the physique basketball and baseball had given him. Jackson had attracted girls, for those same physical traits as well as his easy charm, but after that last breakup his old girlfriend spouted rumor after rumor of his "violent temper, alcoholism, awful friends, and inability in bed." The ladies just walked on by. Both young men were eager to get out and live a little.
They talked about college stuff: the ratio of women to men, which fraternity they should join if any, where they would stay, what their majors would be, and where their other friends were going. Girls also frequented their conversation: whose body they'd miss from high school, what they wanted in a woman, how many chicks they wanted to pick up their first week of school (both decided fifty was possible), and who they'd like one fling with before they left. They agreed on most of the questions they posed to each other. Being practically brothers and best friends had ensured that, but for whatever reason the thought of Cameron instantly arose in Jack's mind, as it had constantly over the past few months. She just wouldn't leave! Coincidentally, she was going to college thirty minutes away from her brother and Jack, so he refused to discount her as a distant option.
She had haunted his dreams more and more as he grew desperate for a woman and the more tired he was of the feel of his own hand for pleasure. She appeared naked and willing in his fantasies, that bikini she wore a year earlier discarded around her.
She entered his mind again unwillingly, and Jack concentrated on it, letting Ben's voice fade. His dick twitched against his thigh at the thought of her that day, sprawled on the floor, chest heaving, legs spread. It had grown to be a significant image in his mental collage of masturbation inspiration. He elaborated on it now, dropping his swimming trunks to the floor in his mind as she beckoned him forward and removed her top. He stared into space and wondered what her nipples looked like, and whether she shaved her pussy. He kept his pubic hair in a neatly trimmed triangle out of which his dick sprouted, so he wondered if it would be embarrassing if she had more hair down there than he did. Not that it mattered in this fantasy, for she was shaved as smooth as a baby's bottom, and loved the feel of her fingers on her clit. Jack walked within reach of her desperate hands, watching as she reached up for his cock. She moaned and her loins shivered against the cool tile as she rubbed her pussy lips. Her hand slowly reached for the head of his cock, finally resting on his throbbing—
"Jack! Jack! Jack, dammit, focus! Do I need to slap your ass awake! Have you heard a word I said?"
Ben interrupted his fantasy, irritated, finally realizing he had been ignored for the past few minutes. Jack jolted back from his mental paradise, gaping at the familiar walls of his friend's room, the imagined touch of Cam's fingers on his cockhead rapidly dissipating. He looked down to realize he had a hard-on and was glad the lighting in Ben's room was too dim for him to notice.
"Yea, buddy, I heard ya! I'm just tired, I guess. Do you care if I sleep in the guest room instead of on the floor down here tonight? I'm draggin' ass as it is. There's no way I'll be able to stay awake and talk." As if to make his point a massive yawn escaped his lips.
"Sure, Jack." Ben said, laughing, "As long as you don't mind being so close to Cam's room. I swear she's been getting more moody. She's been single forever, and you know how girls get when they think guys don't like them."
Jack replied, getting up and immediately turning his back on Ben to walk out, hiding his wood. "Sure, sure, they're all the same. I think I'll be able to deal with her if she attacks me." They both laughed as he padded barefoot and away down the hall.
As he passed the laundry room, however, he was seized with an inspiration he couldn't ignore. He froze in the doorway, looking in at the gleaming machines, mounded baskets of dirty clothes, piles of clean clothes awaiting hangers, the massed mountain below the laundry chute from upstairs, and freshly pressed shirts on the ironing board. He glanced to his left back down the hall as Ben's light flicked off and he settled into bed. Within moments, the youth was snoring like a freight train.
Jackson waited a few minutes, and then slowly stepped into the laundry room, fixated on the tangled mass of clothing and towels under the opening of the laundry chute from the hall closet a floor above. He stood at the edge of the pile, staring in the dim light for something that looked like lingerie. His only light was a nightlight in the hall outside, so it was some time before he glimpsed a patch of lace near the top of the pile. He couldn't tell the color in the dark, but he had seen this one before in the laundry, recognized the pattern, and knew it was red. She must have worn it just the day before! His breath quickened, and the cold concrete floor sent shivers up his legs. His desperation drove him, and his fantasy beckoned him onward. He wanted to hold her musk to his nose and imagine her taste. He wanted to think that by wrapping her panties around his manhood and stroking, he was pushing into her moist depths. It was the closest he could get to the heat of her thighs, and his hormone-fevered mind found no shame in that.
He dropped his shorts and boxers to his knees in one push, freeing his throbbing dick. It was just less than eight inches long and pointed out and up, bobbing slightly with each beat of his heart. It curved slightly to the right, and was thickest in middle, tapering slightly at both ends. His nuts dangled below it, rising slightly due to the chill of the floor. They were untrimmed, displaying Jack's fear of scissors near something so important to his adulthood. Jack loved his package, knowing he was fortunate to have it, and just wished he could lure a girlfriend with it alone. He wrapped his right hand around the veins of his shaft, feeling his smoothness, and pumped a few strokes to bring himself back to full hardness. His member throbbed in his hand, and he was reminded of how long of a day it had been with no release whatsoever. Eager to get a load out, he reached for the panties in the laundry pile.
As his hand reached them, however, his fingertips curling in the fabric of her womanhood, his whole hand and the top of the laundry pile were illuminated in full light. Like a spotlight, someone had opened the hamper above in the brightly lit hall, highlighting his clandestine actions. Vividly he was given a snapshot of his shaking hand, appearing out of the darkness, ensnared in the pungent crotch of a bright red lace thong, ready to pull it to his nose and awaiting member. Guilt flooded his mind, flushing his cheeks. Before he could snatch his hand away, a hoodie and a pair of light lounge pants fell on his arm from above, followed by two socks. They were still warm from body heat, and he could smell soap and perfume on them. In a blinding flash, brighter than the light from the upstairs hallway seemed, Jack had a vision of Cameron's toned body, clad in nothing but underwear, standing in full view just four feet above his head if he could only have seen her through the ceiling above him.
"Cameron..." he whispered to himself unwittingly, in awe. As quickly as it escaped his lips, however, he regretted uttering it. In the silence of the almost empty house his whisper sounded like a shout, and reverberated up the chute. He heard a loud gasp, and then the light was shut off with a click of the upstairs door. He groaned audibly as he heard her steps, muffled by carpet, flee to her room and stay there. He looked around him, snapped out of his desperate, horny trance by a new embarrassing experience with his friend's hot sister, and was disgusted. His flaccid cock rested against his nuts for all to see, dangling over his shorts. His hand was buried under his fantasy's clothes, revealed to her eyes in the very act of groping for some of her leftover scent with which he could instigate and mop up his ejaculation.
Rapidly, he removed his hand and jerked his boxers and shorts back up to his waist. Defeated and disgusted, but no longer tired, he strode down the hall, turned the corner in the living room, and padded up the stairs. He tried to tiptoe past Cam's room, which still had a light burning under the door, but his destination was the next room down, sharing a wall. He knew she would hear the door and hear him climb into the bed of their guest room, no matter how softly he tread. He yanked off his shorts, throwing them into a corner, and then jumped into bed, pulling the covers up around his ears, giving no thought to his neglected penis, forcing himself to think about the damage he'd done. He glared at the ceiling, seething at himself for a while, hands clenched at his sides, but his bed was comfortable. Soon his eyes fell shut and his grip loosened at his sides. He relaxed his shoulders, falling deeper into the pillow. His breathing deepened, he began to snore slightly, and he was asleep, dreaming the dreams of the young.
His eyelids never even fluttered thirty minutes later as she opened the door and walked in, armed with all the equipment she could carry. Her hair flowed free around the fair skin of her face, which was marred only by the sharp line of the scissors she carried in her mouth, like a pirate with a knife. Moonlight lit her eerily through the window, and she looked bulky silhouetted with both arms full. She listened intently, moving silently, making sure he was deep in his dreams. One hand carried a small lamp with a heavy shade, which soon blanketed the room in a soft glow, allowing for vision but not bright enough to startle the sleeper. The scissors were placed beside it on the floor, followed by a ball gag, a cock ring, two pairs of padded handcuffs, and two stout lengths of fabric. A bottle of K.Y. lubricant followed them from the other hand, placed lovingly among the assembled raiding tools.
Then the other arm was emptied. The large camera it carried, mounted on a tripod, was placed on the floor at the very foot of the bed, just to the right of the bedpost on Jack's right side and aimed toward his slumbering form under the blankets. She switched it on, and made sure it was in the right position to capture their every move, but didn't start recording. Now she could be lithe, smooth, and purposeful, clad in nothing but an elaborate green lace thong and bra set: new and matching her eyes perfectly. A delicate pair of emerald stilettos completed the outfit, stabbing the carpet with authority and pushing her ass and chest out. The light put an ethereal glow to her toned stomach and highlighted her abs. It cast shadows from her busty DD size tits onto her shoulder as she walked, swinging her hips seductively. Her thong curved up and around her legs on the sides, emphasizing their length before plunging down in a sharp V between the tanned masterpiece of her ass. If she filmed herself, she'd be model-worthy. Smiling evilly, she bent down, exposing her green-clad pussy lips between her legs to Jack's closed eyes. She scooped up the handcuffs, fabric bonds, gag, and lube, and set to work enacting her most secret and desired fantasy. In the process, she would enact his too, in a way.
Cameron was a different woman now than when she had donned the lingerie set that morning, fresh out of the package. Then, the panties themselves had been the extent of her naughtiness. She never dreamed she'd be using them to act out what she had desired to be one of her first sexual experiences since she hit puberty. She wanted to own a man, to use him and tease him and make him beg for release. She got hot every time she imagined riding a cock captive to her own will and desires, using it and letting it spurt only after she finished with it. She loved sex with every fiber of her body, but the men she found treated her as an object of their lust, and used her for those purposes. Granted, she enjoyed it. She loved dick just for the feel of it. But it wasn't what she desired, what she wanted to do to get her release.
Thus, when she caught Jack—when she heard him whisper her name and glimpsed his wrist in her clothes—she truly realized the opportunity she had. In a single moment she saw that he desired her as much as she wanted him. He desired her enough, in fact, to sneak the feel of her panties on his dick, the smell of them emblazoned in his mind. He was desperate for her, dying to have her, and not picky in the least about how he got her. That realization alone hardened her nipples on the spot. She moaned and smiled as she decided what she would do. He was alone on her floor, a veritable mile away from her snoring brother in his cave down below, in an otherwise empty house. Aside from screaming, he couldn't wake a soul. She knew, as she heard him fall into bed, that she would use him before the night was over. She was going to give her pussy to him, but on her terms, and only after he begged for it with all his heart.
Cameron smiled at him sleeping there, blissfully unaware of her presence. With practiced gentleness, she slowly guided his arm out from under the covers and raised it to the wrought iron headboard. Two clicks of a pair of cuffs fastened it securely. The performance was repeated on the other arm, locking him in place and preventing his escape until she should wish it. Next came his legs, which were easier to move without waking him, being relatively close to their respective bedposts already. It was almost time to wake him and begin, and she was already excited. Her nipples ached to be released from the lace of her bra, and she could feel wetness starting deep in her cunt.
In one smooth motion, she drew away the covers, throwing them to the floor on the opposite side of the bed from the door and the camera, out of sight. His muscular young body was exposed to her for the first time ever unguarded. Goosebumps raised on his skin as the cool air hit his legs and stomach, now uncovered. His abs flexed as he unconsciously tried to move. She thought he was beautiful. She thought he was all hers. And she was right. She bent to retrieve the ball gag from the floor and brandished it in her left hand. With her right she extinguished the dim lamp, walking by moonlight once more. She then pressed a button on the camera to begin recording and flipped on the overhead light, starting the show.
Light flooded in through Jack's eyelids, gradually pulling him from sleep. Why the hell was it light? He couldn't have slept all night! He stifled a yawn, eyes still adjusting even as they were closed, and shivered. Lord he was cold! Where did his blankets go? He tried to reach for them, but his arm didn't move! Why the hell was he attached to the bed! What the fuck was going on!
He shoved his eyes open, squinting against the light shining down on him. "What the--?" He rattled his arms against the headboard. Upon hearing them jangle, he glanced over at one, astounded to see the handcuffs. "What the fuck?!?" he yelled, raking his vision across the room. He didn't have to look far. She was standing silently at his right side, looking down on him, her crotch two feet from his face.
"Cameron? What the hell?" his voice grew louder. He was confused and irritated. "Untie me! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Give me my damn shorts! It's cold as shit in--!" With surprising strength and deliberate accuracy, she stifled the rest of his rant with the ball gag.
His eyes rolled around the room, assessing his situation. He yelled to no avail against the ball of rubber in his mouth, drooling at the sides and thrashing against his soft restraints. She laughed at him harshly, delighting in the way his muscles bulged and bunched. She noticed every time he thrust his hips of the bed his junk would swing further with the momentum, drawing her attention to his package in his boxers. She rubbed her nipples absently, taking in her work. He was starting to sweat now, still turning and thrashing like a fish on the line, desperate to break free. She watched him still, knowing he was hers, thrilled by his near nakedness and his muffled pleas. Only when his body shone with perspiration and she feared the bed would break did she step down to the level of his thigh and speak where he could see her.
"Jack, stop moving. I'm not going to kill you." He froze at the sound of her voice and looked at her, silent and still for the first time since he opened his eyes. His stare widened as he realized what she was wearing. God she was hot! The outline of her abs disappeared into her thong. His eyes were drawn down her legs and then back up to her chest. He had never guessed her tits were so big! He gaped at them, settled and uplifted as they were by her bra, jutting from her chest like twin mountains of flesh. Finally, much calmer, he stared into her emerald eyes and waited for her to speak. He was still scared, but now he was excited. His cock stirred in his underwear as he took in her outfit, causing her eyes to flick to it at the motion, and then back to his face.
"Welcome, Jack, to my fantasy." Cameron breathed huskily. "You work for me now. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you fuck my pussy. If you disobey, there will be consequences. Would you like to fuck my pussy?"
His cock moved again and he nodded, his eyes still wide in excitement and trepidation.
"Good. Now then, I'm going to remove your gag. You drooled on my bed. I don't like drool." To enforce her point she grasped his right nipple and twisted, making Jack squirm and moan. He yelped, the sound dying at his gag, gasping at the fiery pain pulsating from his chest. He writhed on the bed, desperate to do whatever she wanted to keep her from torturing him.
"That's for the drool. Don't do it again. When I remove your gag, Pet, you will call me Mistress. Anything otherwise begets pain. No whips, but you'll find I can be very...persuasive. You will not speak unless spoken to and, above all, you will not cum until I let you. Is that clear?" He nodded again.
In response, she slowly unhooked the gag and removed it from his mouth. Dutifully he stayed silent, his right nipple red and hot.
"Wonderful, Pet! You're learning! Now, I'm going to see that cock of yours. I'm tired of just being able to remember your boner in shorts."
Jack gasped as she admitted to her memory of his hard-on that day. He almost smiled in ecstasy as he realized this was the culmination of her desire as much as it would be his. She fully intended to fuck him! All he had to do was follow the rules....
Cameron bent down at the foot of the bed, as she did when she placed the scissors on the floor, baring her ass to Jack's now open gaze. He moaned and his dick swelled, hardening at her promise. She arose with one hand behind her back and walked toward him, swaying her hips and grinning. A bolt of fear jolted from his testicles to his limbs at that grin.
"Snip, snip, Pet, away with these clothes!" She whipped the scissors out from behind her, holding them with two fingers and dangling them over his genitals, watching him squirm in anxiety. She had also slipped the cock ring around her pinky, which went unnoticed by the fearful boy.
All Jack could see was that sharp steel above his nuts. He wouldn't touch scissors to his balls himself! She sure as hell wasn't going anywhere near them with those things! Without thinking he blurted: "Cameron! No!" then slammed his mouth shut and winced. But it was too late.
As soon as she had heard her name she started for his chest. His left nipple burned this time, hardening and flushing under the pain of her nails. "I told you, Pet!"
"Yes Mistress," he gasped, tears jumping to his eyes, "I'm sorry Mistress!"
"Sorry? If you're so sorry, tell me what to do with these?" She waved the scissors again, challenging him. She was confronting the essence of his will, his pride, his fear, and his masculinity. If he lost this contest he was truly her slave.
He balked, searching for a safe answer. If he said "Cut off your own damn clothes!" he was liable to lose a nipple! He gulped, grimacing under her gaze. "I-I-I want...I want you to cut off my boxers, Mistress. I want you to expose me." He groveled, thinking he should feel ashamed. She practically purred and laughed. In a voice heavy with sarcasm she rejoined "Of course! I live to serve you! One bare dick coming right up!" Then she laughed at her own pun.
Jack felt like he should hate her as she pressed the cold metal to his thigh and started cutting slowly, but he didn't. All he felt was a growing sense of pleasure. He enjoyed being used! He felt dirty and betrayed, and he loved it! She was almost down the right leg when she brushed his cock with the side of one of the blades. It twitched at the chill and he whimpered, but she just laughed. "Almost done!" From that leg she cut directly across to the other one, dragging the tips of the scissors along the top of his scrotum. He quaked and moaned, loving the way she made him squirm, but scared to death her hand would slip. It didn't, thankfully, and he sighed in relief when she was finished and put the scissors back on the floor.
"Now let's see what you've really got!" she said pompously, and then whipped away his boxers, tossing them behind her.
Immediately she gasped and the beginning of a moan escaped her lips. He was bigger than she thought! Immediately, however she covered up her joy. "Soft! Just as I suspected from the likes of you!"
"I'm sorry, Mistress, I'll try to get it up for you!" He flexed his dick, watching it jump. Her moan was audible this time. He studied the way her thong disappeared into her ass and groaned as well. He felt his cock begin to swell.
"Humph!" she said, feigning disapproval, rejoicing on the inside, "I suppose I have to help you!" She crawled up on the bed beside him, not waiting for an answer, and swung her right leg over to straddle his abs, facing him. He could feel her heat through her panties, and knew just the sight of his flaccid cock and scrotum had gotten her horny. It was all he could do to keep from grinning as she reached behind her. "How do these look, slave?"
Her tits were freed with one flick of her wrist, bobbing and swaying above him. They were huge! They sagged the barest of fractions, pulled down slightly by their own weight, but they were far from ugly. Her areolas were large, as big around as soda cans, and her nipples jutted out from them proudly. They were dark pink, almost red, striking a sharp contrast on her pale skin. Both breasts bobbed slightly with her breath, heavy, natural, and beautiful. Jack couldn't believe it.
"Ooooh, Mistress, they're beautiful!" He gasped, moaning lightly and smiling. He squirmed under her, feeling his dick reach its full pulsing length at the sight of her perfect rack. "Please let me kiss them!"
"Hmmm..." she said, smiling seductively, "Alright slave. Service me. If you perform well enough with your mouth, I may reciprocate." He groaned again, but was cut off by a further warning: "Remember, however, my pet, that if you fail, or fall short in any way, you will be punished!" She glared at him, forcing him to meet her gaze. He nodded, unable to hold her stare, and craned his neck for the first feel of her soft tits on his lips. She laughed down at him and obliged. Her pussy pressed against his pubic mound and her abs to his as she leaned forward, placing her breasts within reach of Jack's eager mouth.
The left one was first, eagerly sucked in by his awaiting lips. He wetted the nipple first, sucking softly, hearing Cameron's breath quicken as her desire strengthened. Gradually he began to pull harder, dragging the blood to the peak of her breast. Saliva ran down his chin as his tongue made circles around her hardening nipple. She gasped with each suck, moaning lightly, her dominance sidelined by pleasure. She writhed on top of him as he kissed his way to her right tit, its nipple already puckered with her desire, leaving the left nipple rigid and wet. He slurped loudly, overshadowing her moans, as he nibbled and sucked on the tits he had so fantasized about for years. There was no effort to restrain himself, and he lapped freely at her chest. His tongue slipped into her cleavage and he ran it back and forth, enjoying the taste of her skin. She no longer held herself up above him, but rested completely on his body, practically smothering him. Both nipples actively received attention, and were sucked and nibbled constantly as long as he could hold his breath. His cock rested against his stomach, brushing her clothed ass, and they both moaned in heat.
Finally, his fantasy enacted and his breath short, he begged for air. "Please, Mistress, I can't breathe!" He tossed his head between her tits to make his point. "Please!"
She rose, seemingly unhappy, both breasts wet and shining and both nipples rigid and bright red. "How dare you put your own needs above mine!" She jumped off him, leaving a damp spot where her pussy had ground against his waist. "I didn't tell you to stop! And what did I tell you about drool!"
He groveled, squirming in his captivity, cock rolling about on his stomach. "I couldn't breathe Mistress!"
"Well this is most unsatisfactory! Not only are you weaker than I thought, but you disobeyed me, and even now your pitiful cock grows soft. Thankfully I can fix that!"
Haughtily she strode to the foot of the bed and crawled up between his spread legs, cock ring now held in readiness for his erection. He smiled, realizing her anger was just an excuse to blow his dick, but it was a short smile.
"First, however," she said sweetly, "your punishment as promised!"
Before he could anticipate her actions, she ever-so-lightly flicked his scrotum with a delicate finger, perfectly tapping his right nut. He gasped as the pain radiated from his groin, not strong but insistent, just enough to make him squirm. His guts rolled, and he whined to her, "Please, Mistress, no more! I won't disobey you again!" She was silent, however, numb to his pained pleas. Deliberately she struck the left nut with the same finger, smiling all the while. Jack rolled on the bed, whimpering as the dull ache rose from his groin, now double in strength.
As the pain reached its peak, however, just enough to make him groan, she grabbed his dick and sucked the head into her puckered lips. His eyes burst open wide and he gasped loudly as she sucked powerfully on his velvety cockhead. Pleasure swiftly entwined with the pain, leaving him breathless, as his dick swiftly began to harden for the third time that night. With her mouth still holding his cock up, she dribbled lube onto his sore sac. Softly, she began to massage his balls, rubbing them and rolling them over her practiced fingers, soothing his punishment. She pulled on them lightly and wrapped her fingers around them, soon causing him to buck against her wet mouth.
As his cock reached its full size again thanks to her mouth and hand, she began to take more of it. She slurped loudly as she popped the head, now swollen and purple, out of her mouth then back in again. She lowered her head slowly over his shaft, staring him in the eyes, until her nose pressed against the fuzzy triangle on his mound. He groaned and thrust against her throat, in pure ecstasy. She let him thrust, happy to see him in so much pleasure, but soon enough had to pull back, gasping for air herself, leaving his dick soaking wet and throbbing. Seeing the threads of spit from his cock to her chin, he almost said something to her, but then remembered the pain she could cause him and held back, glad to just let her keep going.
She lapped at the underside of his cockhead, now seven inches above his body, making him moan, and also began to rub her slick fingers over his perineum, between his balls and his ass, massaging his prostate from the outside. Her tongue curled around the base of his cock and rose, always ending at his cockhead before traveling back down. His gasps and moans filled the room, accompanying her wet slurping, and he felt himself draw close to his first orgasm all day. She helped him along, nibbling at his sensitive glans, and stroking his shaft. He humped her face, eager for the release that would soon be his. Pre-cum leaked out of his cock and down his shaft in a long stream, swiftly licked up by Cam's warm tongue. That, however, was the end of her ministrations.
Smiling, her mouth sticky and salty from his fluid, she completely withdrew from his rigid penis, leaving him unfulfilled. In one easy motion, she slid the cock ring tight over the base of his erection, confining the blood to his dick. Jack shoved his pelvis into the air, desperate for some touch to give him release, but none came. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and dark red due to the ring, but he was denied his orgasm. He moaned in frustration, and humped harder, slinging spit and pre-cum onto his chest. She laughed aloud at him and checked the camera briefly to ensure his frustration was captured. Eventually, he stopped, collapsing on the bed, disheveled and spent but still hard. Cameron ran her fingernails along his sweaty torso, feeling his chest rise and fall with his gasping breath. He glared at her, groaning, on the verge of cursing at her as she lifted her fingers to her mouth and slowly sucked his salty sweat off them.
She backed away from his body far enough to see her entirely, and studied him wordlessly. She loved the view. He was mad but silent, tired, sweaty, and dirty. He still strained at his bonds uselessly, causing his taut cock to wave in the air above him like an antenna. It was time to take him one step closer to the orgasm she would deny him.
Jackson loved the view as well, though he was aggravated by his desire and the burning ache in his loins. The muscles in her legs constantly worked to keep her standing in her heels, which highlighted her long legs. Her tits swung freely as her walk rotated her ass in that breathtaking green lace thong. Her hair fell around her shoulders in perfect disarray as she stared back at him. His mouth watered and she started to speak.
"Why so mad, my pet? I expected a little more gratitude for the work I did! Have you still not learned your lesson?"
"Yes, yes, Mistress!" Jackson fawned, "No more pain, Ma'am! It was the best blowjob I've ever had! But please, Mistress, can't I come?"
"No! When will you learn that my pleasure comes first? Maybe you just don't know how to please a woman! Looking at that sorry excuse of a cock, now I'm sure you don't! Well, I can fix that too."
She turned away from his shameful grimace with an angry glare and planted her feet apart, hooking her thumbs in the waist of her thong. In one motion, she jutted her ass out while shoving her panties to the floor. In an instant, Jack went from ogling the golden globes of her thong-clad ass to ogling her swollen labia as it poked out from between her thighs. He could see the moisture glisten on her lips in the light as they shoved out from under her ass. His cock pulsed almost painfully, trying to grow bigger than it already was. Jack groaned and strained to touch his dick as she rose up and stepped out of her panties, turning to face him.
For the first time, he was able to gaze upon her naked twat. Reflexively, his hips pushed his cock into the air and he grunted. She was as smooth as could be, just like he imagined! More fluid leaked from the head of his manhood down to the ring that held it erect. Her clit was already visible, aroused from her control over him, and he could see it as it protruded from her inner lips, which were swollen themselves. He lost sight of it briefly as she bent to pick up her wet panties from the floor, more than satisfied at his reaction.
"Shut your mouth, cretin, you act like you've never seen a pussy before!" She chuckled at him and continued, "Oh, that's right! I'm sure you haven't! Well, you'll see it closely soon enough."
"Oooohhh, Mistress, It's beautiful! Please let me lick it, please! I want to lick your cunt!" He was enjoying himself now, his ire forgotten, as well as his pain. All he wanted was to lick the moisture off those swollen lips.
"My cunt?" She said, feigning incredulity, "I thought it was these you wanted." She held up the panties. "Or were you looking for my brother's used boxers?"
Jackson reddened at her allusion to his earlier transgressions, embarrassed all over again. "Never, Mistress, only the scent of your twat! Just the feel of your panties on my dick!"
She smiled mischievously at him and pressed the crotch of her damp panties to his nose. "Well here you go, slave, start licking!"
Jackson inhaled deeply, finally getting what he had wanted ever since he left his best friend's room. He loved her smell! It was pungent but sweet, and fresher than he had ever smelled it before. She pressed it to his nose and lips, insisting he taste it, so he did. It tasted as it smelled, slightly earthy, but not unpleasant in the least! He sucked the fabric into his mouth, eager to get all the juice from it to please his captor. She laughed at him again as he gazed up at her, pleading with his eyes to taste her juice at its source.
After a few minutes of intense sucking, she pulled her thong from his mouth, now cleaned of all her fluids. "Good, good, Pet. Now for the second of your desires!" For the first time since seminal fluid first flowed from his cockhead she touched his dick. Lovingly, she wrapped her panties around his shaft, feeling it pulse under her palm. It was harder than any she had felt before! His head was as taut as a drum and purple with the pressure of the cock ring. She hid it under her panties, draping them over it so they would stay there, hanging from the flagpole that was his dick. He longed to come at her touch, flexing his abs and his cock, trying to force the semen past that infernal ring, but he was met with no success. The velvet smoothness of her panties on his solid manhood was second only to the caress of her palm.
She saw his efforts and restrained him gently, pulling his nuts back down from his body, where they had risen to release their load. "Not yet, slave! Not until I say."
He groaned again, his cock aching under the lace, but accepted her order, watching her walk back up his body to stand with her pussy a mere foot from his face.
"Beautiful is it, Pet? It's time you tasted a real woman at the source of her desire!"
Jack hid his relief and pleasure as she straddled his face, clothed now in nothing but the delicate, green "fuck-me" heels. He could smell her sex as it hovered inches over his face, and her smooth mound and clit filled his vision. Drops of her juices fell on his face, and he licked up all he could reach, moaning his approval. Without waiting for further affirmation, Cam lowered her slick cunt to his young mouth.
"Lick my lips, Pet. Feel how wet I am and taste how ready I am to own you."
"MMMMmmmm..." Jackson mouthed, his reply muffled by her pussy. His tongue worked overtime at her lips, lapping the moisture from them like a dog. He grabbed her labia with his mouth and pulled, making her moan like an animal in heat. Within minutes she was pressing his head harder against her twat. "I want your tongue on my insides, slave. Oh, yes! Fuck me with your tongue!" He needed no convincing.
With eager speed, he shoved his tongue deep into her wet hole. She gasped and moaned loud enough to wake the dead, but not enough to stir Ben in his dreams. Jackson slurped at her wetness, feeling the juices he missed running down his chin and neck. Her pussy walls clenched at his tongue, which he twisted inside of her, rubbing her walls as best as he could. She practically yelled her approval at his hungry licking and sucking, grinding her clit into his nose. He fought to breathe but didn't care, too caught up in licking up Cameron's fluids. He let his tongue fall out of her pussy, causing her to groan and push against him, but she stopped as she felt it lapping at the space between her pussy and ass. She yelped as he ran his tongue under her cunt, gasping each time he hit the edge of her puckered asshole.
After a few more minutes of his straining to reach her asshole, she scooted up, moving a hand to her twat, rubbing her clit with her thumb and shoving two fingers deep into her wetness. His nose was at the bottom of her slit as his tongue circled her ass. He smelled her intense heat and felt her moisture run down his cheeks as she yelled, humping her fingers. Her orgasm was rapidly approaching under her probing fingers and his insistent tongue at her tight asshole only helped it along. She gave no more thought to his breath than did he as she felt herself reach the pinnacle of her pleasure, and the epitome of her fantasy.
In an instant, Jack poked his tongue just into her tight hole, not surprised to find it douched and clean. Then he held on for the ride. His invasion drove her over the edge, and she came, clenching his face between her thighs, leaking juice onto the bed. Jack lapped up as much as he could, loving the feel of her convulsions over him and the taste of her womanhood. She wiggled her fingers in her twitching twat, making herself yell and prolonging her orgasm as much as he was by licking her lips and ass.
Her climax lasted well over a minute, with both of them frozen on the bed, held by her spasms. It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had, and after it was over she barely had enough energy to roll off Jackson's face onto the bed beside him, leaving him gasping for air. She rubbed her lips gently, riding the aftershocks of such a strong climax, and panting. It was just as she had wished! Weakly, she looked down, past her smooth mound, rising and falling slowly, to Jack's neglected boner. He would get his reward.
With a sigh she rose, walking to the foot of the bed to stand between Jack's legs.
"That was a...passable...job, Pet. Maybe you are worth something after all! This, however," she said, grabbing his dick by the shaft, "still has to prove its worth!"
"Show me, Mistress." Jack said, his mouth sticky from the juices that still glistened on her thighs and pussy lips. "Please." He was desperate for his own orgasm after she had rode hers out on his face, and pushed his hips up toward her to make his point. He knew after he had been aroused for so long that he wouldn't be able to last long in that tight snatch, but he was determined to try.
"I suppose you've deserved a little prize, slave. Let's see if this useless piece of meat can do anything!"
Forcefully, she threw her panties to the floor, and then grabbed his cock, digging her nails in and making him squirm. She climbed up on the bed, straddling his thighs backward, facing away from him, and holding his rod below her sweet honey pot. He could feel the heat of her womanhood on his cockhead, but knew if he impaled her she would punish him like never before, so he waited painfully.
She taunted him at first, bobbing her ass up and down over his dick, putting on a show. Her hand held his shaft as she rubbed his cock back and forth on her ass cheeks until they glistened with pre-cum. She laughed throatily at his moans and thrusts, his mind addled at his desperation and building pleasure. "Not yet, my pet, not yet."
Finally, after she had her fun, Cameron began to lower herself onto the hard cock, leaning forward over the foot of the bed so Jack could get a perfect view of her pussy split by his meat. He yelled as his dick fought to enter her moist depths, opposed by her tightness, but he was not to be denied further. With an audible squish and a squeal by Cameron, his dick popped into her twat, nestled in her walls. She kept going lower and lower, egged on by his moans of pleasure and the extreme fullness of her pussy. She had never been penetrated so deeply! She could feel his cock pulse in her cunt and loved it. Finally, after a minutes-long descent, her mound rested on the silky skin of his scrotum and she stopped.
Jackson had never loved a view as much as this. The perfection of her ass framed his cock as it disappeared in her wet twat, and he could see every drop of moisture on her lips. That picture was beat, however, when she started bobbing her ass. Slowly at first, but quickening, Cameron began to pound herself on Jackson's tortured penis. Wet slurps rose above their gasps and moans as he reached depths in her she never even knew existed. Soon she was flying, pushing herself up and down as fast as she could go, practically screaming with each thrust. His cock stretched her pussy perfectly, and she loved the way its girth felt to her as she glided over its length.
After scant minutes of this frenzy, Jackson knew his orgasm was finally coming, despite the tortuous grip of the ring around his base. "Please! Please, Mistress, let me come! I can't hold it!"
With violent force, she slammed her ass down on his stomach, shrieking loudly. Angrily, she swiveled to face him, barely missing his chest with her sharp stilettos, pivoting on his dick. Once in place, she fixed him with an intense stare and leaned forward until she was staring directly down into his eyes, wide open in fear.
"You. Will. Wait!" She insisted forcefully, flexing her pussy with each word and soliciting moans of fear and effort from her slave. "You will wait, or I swear you will pay!"
He said nothing as she continued, concentrating solely on not coming in her pussy. He yelled with the efforts after a few minutes, straining to keep his semen in his loins. Her tits swayed wildly over his chest, hitting him in the chin occasionally as she threw herself up and down on his manhood, moaning like an animal. Sweat poured off both of them, shining their bodies under the light. She pounded out a seemingly endless rhythm on his body with her pussy, fucking him toward her second orgasm, long past when he thought he would have his first.
Anger finally registered in Jackson's mind, absent since before she sucked him to his current state. How dare she use him! In rebellion, he began to fuck back, not consenting just to be used. He rocked her with the strength of his legs, drilling his meat into her greedy twat. She screamed, fucked harder than she had ever imagined, with no strength to punish or resist his thrusts. Her fluids ran down his scrotum and thighs with renewed speed, announcing her impending orgasm. Her hands flew to her tits to stabilize them and rub her taut nipples, so wildly did they swing on her chest. Her second climax bowled her over with no resistance, even as Jack fought against his orgasm heroically. She screamed and moaned, clenching his cock deep in her pussy. She twisted her nipples violently, reddening them further, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Still Jackson pushed upward, forcing himself deeper inside her as her walls seized around his manhood. It was too much. "Mistress..." was all he managed to gasp before his orgasm flooded him.
That one word, however, coupled with the time he gave her in her own climax, was enough. As soon as he spoke, she perceived the stiffening of his cock in preparation for its shot, and she leapt off his cock, still moaning with her own pinnacle of pleasure. In horror, Jackson felt his orgasm die as it began. He was denied just enough contact to keep his actual muscular spasms at bay, as well as the pleasure, but not the cum. In a few short spurts, his seed shot out and up, all over his chest and stomach, with not a twinge of pleasure to be felt. His whole load shot and leaked out down his cock, leaving nothing but his pent up pleasure and hard dick.
"You disobedient dog! I told you to hold it! No premature ejaculator gets the pleasure of cumming in my pussy!" Cam was furious. Fuming at his spilled seed, she swept to the foot of the bed once more, leaning over his straining, but emptied, cock.
Jackson didn't know what to say. He was angry, but at the same time he knew it was his responsibility to hold his orgasm off. He felt like yelling and crying and jacking off at the same time. He was desperate for his orgasm, even as the product of it cooled on his torso. Thus, it was to his disbelief when he felt her touch his hard dick once more.
"Well, slave, you don't get my pussy. But you served me well tonight, so these will have to do!"
Cameron, not devoid of kindness and seeing what she had done, couldn't leave him without his orgasm. While he fought with his emotions, she had reached to her pussy, now spent twice, and soaked her hand in natural lube, which she then applied to her sweaty tits. This mixed with the jizz running down his shaft to make her cleavage a perfect sleeve for his cock.
Jackson could have yelled in relief as his confusion was whisked away to leave pure pleasure. With both hands, she pressed her tits together on either side of his poor penis and pulled them up and down. It was slick with their juices, and he was soon back on the verge of his orgasm, ready to come like never before, in his first true double climax. She moaned, loving her hands on her nipples and the heat of his dick on her breasts. She had an eye level view as his nuts rose to his stomach once again, to shoot whatever was left.
Jack yelled for five seconds straight when his orgasm finally came, helped along by Cameron's continued stroking with her tits. A meager amount of jizz dribbled out of his cock, quickly spread by Cam's cleavage, but the pleasure he felt was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He tossed on the bed like he was possessed, bucking his hips and rolling his head, straining at his ropes. She held on for the rise, barely managing to keep his cock in her grasp. He yelled and groaned unrestrained for the entire duration of his well-deserved orgasm. Finally, Cam rose from his loins as the biggest orgasm of his life receded, well worth the wait. He could just barely open his eyes to meet hers, limp as a rag doll and gasping. She removed the cock ring quickly, letting his manhood soften. He had dreamed of titty-fucking her for years! And here it had given him the strongest orgasm of his life. He knew, without a doubt, that he was in her debt. As if it were not enough that she gave him two orgasms, Cameron stared deeply into his tired eyes as she raised her breasts to her mouth. Softly, she sucked all his seed off her nipples, relishing his salty secretions mixed with her own. He moaned softly, but his cock was too limp to stir.
"Mistress..." he gasped weakly as he followed her naked body with his eyes as she walked to his side.
"Shhh, Pet, you did well. Sleep now."
He was glad to have her permission, and was out in seconds, completely exhausted from the best sex he had ever been allowed to give.
She silently collected her things, turning the camera off and removing Jack's bonds. Once more did she admire his body before she covered him back up, nude, with his now soft cock nestled against his nuts again. Her fantasy was all she had wanted it to be and more, and she knew she would do it again. She smiled and left the room as empty as she found it, with the exception of her green thong left on the floor, and walked to her room. She couldn't wait to take off her heels and copy the video in the camera, pleasuring herself to its content until morning.
Jack awoke the next morning, sore as could be. His arms, legs, nipples, and cock ached like he'd been beaten. Smiling, he guessed he had been. He almost would have called the memory of her a dream, were the marks not still on his wrists and ankles, and were his boxers not in a shredded lump on the floor. He slipped on his shorts and left the room, his boxers in one pocket and her thong in the other. He knew Ben wouldn't get up for a few hours, but he had no desire to meet him that morning. Cam's room was closed and dark, for which Jack was also happy, and he walked downstairs and to the door, intending to walk home in his shorts alone.
There, in front of the door, however, was a package: a simple paper bag with his name printed on the front, left for him in the virtually empty house. With ice in his veins, he realized who had left it just for him to find. Breathlessly, he opened the bag, anxious to see what she had left him. All he withdrew from the bag was a note, attached to a dark green studded collar. He cringed at the collar, but at the same time was intrigued by it. He knew instantly that he would wear it if she asked, so completely was he in her possession.
"This is yours." The note read, "You will wear it tonight, at nine o' clock, as you walk into the motel on Tenth Street and up to room 69. I will be waiting. If you do not follow these slight instructions exactly, you will be punished. Have a good day, Pet."
Jackson's cock stirred in his shorts, hardening as he thought of her. He smiled, already anticipating what she had planned for him. He knew he would have to go home and jack off, so he could relieve his anxiety and be able to last longer for her that evening. He let the bag fall to the carpet and opened the door, ready to be home and in his room, where he could try on his new garment. "As you wish, Mistress..." he whispered, pulling the door shut behind him on the silent house.
