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He fucked with her abandon, thrusting himself deeply into her while he sucked on his fingers, while he smelled her essence. It was too much. He was brought to bear and grunted, shooting wad after wad of ropy warmth inside the depths of her ass. He stopped his thrusting and let his dick continue to twitch inside her, the last remnants of his cum dribbling out inside of her. He had emptied himself for all he was worth, and now let his hands rest on her back before he collapsed on top of her, a panting and heaving mess.

“Jesus,” he whispered in between pants, holding her tightly, his cheek pressed against her back. “Oh, Jesus, that was amazing.”

His orgasm began to fade and he pulled out of her, for a moment getting a glimpse into the darkness of her canal before it closed tightly. He watched as his cum dribbled out of her ass, and he caught it up with his fingers to stop it from flowing into her pussy. He smeared his seed onto her sheets before lowering his face to her slit and giving it a powerful lick.

Vanessa was still panting, her face pressed into the bed, orgasm still wracking her body, even in its twilight. She shivered and convulsed as his tongue pressed into her, and let out a soft sigh before groping one of her own breasts.

“Oh, Ralph,” she said. “Oh, Ralph. What have we done?”

Ralph was taken aback. He felt rejected. His ego had taken a punch. “What?” he said gingerly. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“I did, Ralph. I did.”

“So what’s the problem.”

“Mm,” she moaned, rolling onto her back and putting her arms above her head. Ralph watched as her armpits came into view, the skin smooth and unblemished. He loved that part of a woman, but nobody knew. Not even Vanessa. It was his secret fetish.

He didn’t know why he did it, but he stooped down to kiss her down the length of her armpit, feeling the cool of sweat on his nose. He continued, touching his lips to her skin until he reached the swell of her breast, before taking her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her tank top and nibbling on it slightly. Vanessa laughed and pushed him away, and he flopped down on the bed beside her, his cock now softening.

“So what’s the problem?”

“There is no problem, Ralph. Just—”

“Just?” Ralph said softly.

“Just… my boyfriend’s not going to like this.”

“Well,” Ralph said, looking upward. “He doesn’t have to be your boyfriend anymore. Perhaps you could get a new one?”

“You know, I was thinking just that,” she said, grinning at him. She rolled over, pushing her face against his chest, and he held her tightly, almost instinctively. They lay together, basking in the aftermath of orgasm, for some minutes.

“Van,” Ralph said. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“I think I’m in love with you.” He looked into Vanessa’s eyes and saw something of a shyness there. She wrinkled her face and grinned before pressing it back into her chest and whispering, barely audibly: “Me too.”

# # #

H
e finally opened his eyes.

She was leaning over him. She saw panic sweep through his eyes and instantly put her hand to his face, cooing softly while stroking his cheek and then around to the back of his neck.

“Shhh... shhh... it's alright, Ryan. Don't worry. It's me, Alexa. Alexa Swan.”

“Who?”

“You don’t remember me, Ryan? Your classmate, Cassidy, she’s my best friend. You’re my best friend’s classmate. I’ve often watched you dance, you know.”

“What?” But he couldn't say anymore. He closed his eyes again, his vision a blurred whirlwind of colors and shapes. He felt sluggish and fuzzy, as if he was gigantically hung over. But he hadn't been drinking-- Alexa Swan! He had turned up for the party. It was supposed to be a joint party held by her and Cassidy Hawthorne. He had sipped on one drink. He had been the first to arrive. Even Cassidy hadn’t been there, yet. Alexa had told him she was out shopping for the party.

“What,” he tried again, but Alexa drew back and pressed one of her fingers to his lips.

“Shhh,” she whispered softly. “It's alright.”

She glanced down at his body and he followed her gaze. He was naked!

“What the fuck!” He tried to get up in a jolt but bounced back down onto the bed. His arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. He struggled, trying to wriggle his hands out of the tight satin binds. “What the fuck!” Louder this time.

“Ryan, quiet!” Her voice was sharp for an instant, and he stopped still and looked at her. Her eyes were ablaze with something primal, something fierce. “You'll be staying here tonight, Ryan,” she said, “so why don't you just relax.”

She took her glasses off and placed them on the bedside table. He became aware of how little she was wearing. Just a tank top and panties. Her nipples were visible through the thin, white cotton. They were hard. For a moment he relaxed and felt a throb in his cock, blood rushing in.

No, he thought. This is crazy!

“Alexa, what are you doing? How did I get here?” There was a hint of panic in his voice. It trembled slightly. Alexa smiled down at him.

It was such a pretty face! His jawline was strong without being overpowering, and his cheek bones were set high, so that his eyes always looked suspicious. She thought idly that it was strange he didn't grow suspicious, turning up first to the party, not a single other person in the apartment.

But if he had had any brains then she might not have him now, and she was content with that. He was hers now. She would do with him what she wanted.

“Ryan, dear,” she said, “it was your drink. I spiked it. No, no, don't worry, nothing harmful. It just knocked you out for a bit.”

“What the hell, Alexa, is this a joke? Listen I have money--”

She slapped him suddenly and left his cheek burning.

“Please, Ryan, don't make me angry because this will just be worse for you if you do. I’m not going to
rob
you.”

“What? What do you want then? What are you going to do?”

“Ryan, I'm going to fuck you.”

“What?”

“First, I am going to sit on your face and you're going to finish me with your mouth. Your lips on my lips. Second, I'm going to fuck you. I’m not yet sure whether I want you in my ass or my pussy. If you’re lucky, you might get both.”

Ryan lay there looking up me, his mouth hanging stupidly ajar.

Alexa continued. “I'm going to make you come so hard. You don't know how long I've waited for this, Ryan, how long I've wanted to do this. Tonight, you're mine. Tonight, you do what I say. Tonight, you'll taste me, you'll feel me, and you'll never forget me.”

She looked down at his lean body. His muscles were defined, well proportioned. His pecs were prominent but not overly large. His abdominals stretched gracefully downward before converging on his cock. It was half erect.

“Good boy,” she whispered, more to herself than him.

Ryan, she thought. Ryan from Cassidy’s theater and dance class; Ryan, the actor; Ryan, the performer. He would perform for her tonight.

Alexa stared down at her helpless performer, hands tied up and unable to escape, naked and spread eagle, completely and utterly vulnerable. She devoured him with her eyes as she walked around the bed, taking him in from all angles. She lingered on his calves, diamond-shaped and muscular, before running her hands up the inside of his bare thighs to brush against his shaved balls (just slightly) before whipping her hand back.

“No,” she said, “we're going to take this slow. I'm going to savor you, my Ryan.”

“Alexa, this is crazy!”

“Is it?” She brought her face down close to his and could smell the vodka lime on his breath. The drink she had spiked and the drink that had delivered him to her. “Is it really crazy, Ryan?”

She looked at him and he nodded, a little feebly.

“No, Ryan, it's not crazy and let me tell you why. I’ve been attending your practices for a while now. Oh, at first it was because Cassidy asked me to come and watch. She wanted my feedback and she also told me there were loads of sexy guys. How right she was. I’ve been watching you for two years now. My eyes snapped to you the moment I first saw you. Have you noticed me in the audience? You know, Cassidy’s friend?”

He nodded again. “Y-yeah, I guess so.”

“You
guess
so. You
know
so. I’ve been watching you for two years and we’ve never gotten together!!”

“Uh--”

“You're magnificent, you know!” Her voice rose to a higher pitch and her gaze drifted upwards as she delved into reverie. “You're graceful and beautiful on the stage. When you practice dance, I always notice your body in your tights, the bulge of your crotch, the…” Her voice trailed off and she smiled at Ryan. She had him now and explaining it all really was not worth it.

She gingerly put a hand on his chest and felt the warmth and hardness of his pecs. She withdrew her palm but kept her fingers connected to his skin, closing them slowly over his nipple before pinching it hard and making him yelp.

“So you see, Ryan, it's not crazy. Because I've wanted you for so long. I just had to have you. And don't you see? You get to have me as well. Like I said, once you've had me, you'll never know anything better.”

She took his other nipple and pinched it hard. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his penis react. It hardened a little more, pointed upward a little higher.

“So why don't you just relax and let me take over?”

* * *

Alexa Swan slowly peeled her tank top off and kept her arms high above her head, mimicking Ryan's position for a moment. The air was cool against her nipples and they hardened further. When she dropped her arms, her breasts bounced once before settling.

He could not help it. His eyes ravaged her topless body. He noticed how perfectly shaped her perky breasts were, clinging to her chest with a firmness he'd never seen before. Her areolas were large and framed her hard nipples beautifully. For a flash, he forgot that he was her prisoner and longed to bite them. He looked hungrily at the skin between her armpit and her breasts, loving the smooth transition from one to the other. He loved that part of a woman’s body.

She saw the fleeting look of hunger on his face and grinned maniacally. She pressed her breasts together and drew her hands down over them, stopping at her nipples and pinching them. His cock was fully erect. She reached down and stroked his abdomen just above the base of his penis. His pubic hair was trimmed to a buzz that tapered to a light sprinkling of hair just above and below his navel. She licked her lips. Tentatively, she ringed his hard cock where it was widest with her thumb and forefinger, right in the middle of his shaft. It was thick and images of it stretching her open went racing through her mind. A soft sound of sheer anticipation escaped her lips, unknown to her.

She quickly reached forward and slapped him on the face again, this time harder, and he groaned. His left cheek glowed red.

“You're going to listen to me tonight, do you hear me?” She growled it again: “Do you hear me, bitch?” He nodded.

She climbed onto the bed with him and sat herself in between his spread legs. She looked at his smooth-shaved balls and his erect penis that pointed skyward in between them. She reached forward and leaned over him, resting her hands on his shoulders. His tip brushed against her flat stomach, sending tingles of sensation shooting through her body, racing up and down the nerve tracts to converge at her nipples and, eventually, her clit. Her nipples, stiff, were lightly caressing his stomach and, by the look on his face, it was obvious he relished the feel. In one swift move, she dug in her nails and dragged them down the length of his body, leaving bright red track marks on his skin and him howling in pain. Anger streamed into his eyes.

“Quiet, Ryan! Now listen to me. You're my bitch and you're going to call me Mistress, do you understand? You're going to call me Mistress and I'm going to play with you. If you fail at any time to call me Mistress, I will slap you as hard as I can. If you fail to follow any of my instructions for the duration of the night, I'll make sure your balls are so blue that you'll wish they were cut off. And if that's not enough, I'll do something worse. Do you understand?”

“Alexa!”

She brought her hand cracking down onto his left cheek again.

“Do you understand?” He nodded, feebly.

She leaned over once again, this time lower so that his cock nestled between her breasts. He groaned quietly and his shaft twitched.

“Go on then, call me Mistress.”

“Mis-Mistress.”

“Good, good boy,” she whispered. She lowered herself down and exhaled onto the tip of his cock. He felt her warm breath. He wanted more. She licked his cock from base to tip, lingering on the sensitive flesh at the back of his head before bringing her tongue down again over his sack. He thrust his pelvis forward and moaned.

“Mistress.”

With his balls lifted off the bed, she hungrily moved in, taking them one by one into her mouth and gently sucking them, exploring them with her tongue. She could smell his sweat and taste it, and greedily she ran her tongue back up his shaft before closing her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked and he exhaled with a loud sigh, arching his neck forward so he could see her. She moved slowly down, sucking all the way, until she had had all of him inside her. She pulled up slowly and his head, touching against the back of her throat, almost made her gag. God, she thought, he is
really
big. As she released his cock from her mouth, she sucked harder so that it came springing out with an audible smack, wavering slightly in the air like the mast of a sailboat in the wind. He released a groan as she did this and flexed his muscle so that his cock twitched in the air, as if on display for her.

She looked intently at his tool. His skin was smooth and unblemished and his tip had turned a darker shade. His veins were thick and pressed through the thin, stretched skin of his shaft prominently before splitting up into tributaries that disappeared at his glans, just below the curve of his helmet. He had a beautiful dick. It looked powerful and healthy. She yelped in excitement and, once more, took his whole length into her mouth in one fluid motion. When her lips reached the base of his shaft so that his pubic hairs could bush against her nose, he must have been half way down her throat.