Story Five - Dungeon Master Pt. 3
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Twenty-four Hour Slave Girl
He didn't ask my name or utter any niceties. He just took me to his home and asked why me, a virgin, would come here. Do I tell him the truth? As I'm pretty much at his mercy, I quickly decide to tell him some of it.
I swallowed a large mouthful of water to stall for a minute. He just waited me out. I heaved a sigh.
"I needed the money." There that was the truth.
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have done things differently."
"That's what the other guy said," I told him, puzzled. What would have been different?
"What other guy?" He asked suspiciously.
"The whip guy. Before he left. He told me if I had told you I was a virgin, things would have been different. But how?"
"Wait. Whip Guy told you that? How did he know you were a virgin? Had you met him before?"
"What? No! I don't know how he knew. Maybe he saw the cloth? Maybe he's really observant? Where was he when we were doing, well, you know...." I let my words die off. That was embarrassing to say.
"Now you're going to be shy? I asked you a hundred questions before I decided to let you into the dungeon." he asked incredulously.
I tried to shrug it off. "I guess I should get an Academy Award because it was all a bluff. I was terrified the whole time." Oh, s**t. Did I just say that out loud? Dammit.
"I think you deserve punishment for all of your lies, but if you tell me the truth now, I'll consider going easy on you." He was so f*****g hot. Even his words were hot.
"I'll answer your questions truthfully." I said and cringed. He would be mad about the birth control thing. I hope he forgets to ask.
"Why didn't you tell me during our interview that you were a virgin?" Um, why did I agree to answer him exactly?...
"I was afraid you would turn me away. I really do need the money."
"There are plenty of men that would pay thousands for a girl's first time. Women that come here are not virgins. They are usually experienced at s*x and want to spice things up. Or like you, they need the money. s**t. I have so many questions, but my next one is this. Why do you need the money so badly?" Dag nabbit. Why did he have to go there?
"It's a long story," I hedged.
He leaned back and settled into his seat, "I've got time." I ignored the fact that he was still naked and his d**k was out where I could see it if I dared to look down.
"I ran away from home a couple of years ago. My mom died and my step-dad wanted me to replace her. I've hidden from him so far, but I found out he's looking for me." That summed it up. Not such a long story after all.
"So you plan to leave town?" He's no dummy.
"That's right. I was going to take the money and run."
"And where will you go? What will you do?" Is that concern I hear in his voice?
"I'd go a town or two away. Somewhere no one knows me and can't tell him where I am. I want to go to college and get a good job. Have a life without looking over my shoulder."
He was quiet then. What was he thinking? What did my sad life have to do with him anyway?
"What else did you lie about?" He finally spoke again and it was that question. I huffed out a sigh.
"I'm not on birth control. And I'm eighteen, not twenty." s**t on a stick.
I waited anxiously for him to blow up, but he took the news calmly. He did put his hand on his junk and tug a few times. I'm not experienced but something about my reply must have aroused him.
"I want you again. Do you think you can take me? Are you sore?" Huh. This guy was not what I expected at all.
"I owe you twenty-four hours. I knew what I signed up for."
"That's not what I'm asking." He took out his phone and did some clicking around, then said, "Done."
"What's done?" I asked, confused.
"Your scene in there is paid for, I sent it to your account. I put in a little extra because I took your virginity. What I'm asking now is, will you stay with me? I'm not Dungeon Master in here. I'm Matt." He was different. Still dominant but a little tender, perhaps?
"But I didn't fulfill my obligations. You were going to take another type of virginity..." I trailed off. Talking about this was new territory for me.
"Oh. I'd still like to do that, but I want you. In a way, I haven't wanted a woman in a long time. I've been doing scenes for a few years now. Sometimes I participate and sometimes I don't. Some girls just aren't my type. But you're different. You're intriguing. And I want to be with you in a more intimate way than in the club scene. I also want to f**k your p***y some more. For me and not as part of a scene. I wanted to punch that guy when he put his d**k in your mouth. I wanted to stop him. I have a reputation to uphold, so I let the scene play out, but I knew it couldn't continue. I want you all to myself. If you're too sore, I'll wait, but you have the most amazing p***y and I want to feel it again and again."
His words gave me a confidence I'd never felt before. I reached for the sash of the robe and pulled the lapels apart. I let the fabric slide off my shoulders and I moved closer to him. He reached for me and settled me on his lap. I was keenly aware that he was gloriously naked. I had ignored that during our conversation, but now I looked down. His d**k was thick and long and very hard.
"You didn't answer me. Are you sore?" His voice was soft and hard at the same time.
"Maybe a little, but it's a good pain. I want you too. I have since the first time I ever saw you." He put his arms around me and pulled me against him. Then he kissed me for the first time. I sank into him and kissed him back. Did he forget that another man just came in my mouth? Of course not, but it didn't bother him at all. He devoured me. I quickly learned how to keep up.
"How inexperienced are you?" He asked while his c**k thickened between us.
"All of this is new to me."
"You've never been kissed? Or given a blow job?" he asked.
I shook my head, "No. Never."
"You're gorgeous. And this body... It's hard to believe that I'm your first. Ever been on a date?"
"A date implies that someone paid for you to do something with them. I went to the movies with a guy once, but I had to pay my share." A sad existence.
He kissed me again and this time he didn't stop. He was f*****g my mouth with his tongue as he guided himself into my p***y for the second time tonight. He thrust shallowly at first and moaned, breaking our kiss.
"What's your name?" He asked. I would have laughed if his d**k hadn't been filling me up. I threw my head back and rocked down on him, letting out a breathy sigh.
"Lauren."
"So beautiful, Lauren. You were made for my c**k. You take me so well." He grasped my hips and gently rocked me up and down. The frantic energy from the club scene was gone. We were just a man and a woman enjoying one another. He leaned forward and sucked on my n*****s. I felt my p***y gush. I didn't know it could do that but Matt seemed to love it by the groans coming from his throat.
"Lauren?"
"Yes, Matt?"
"I realized something about myself tonight." He paused and I looked at him expectantly. "I have a breeding kink. When you told me that you weren't on birth control, that the c*m I shot inside you might be the seed that planted a baby? That's when I knew. And now," He shifted us so that I was lying on my back and he was over me and in me deeper than before.
"Now, I'm going to keep doing it. All night long. I'm going to put a baby inside you. I'm dominant enough not to care if you're not ready for that." He shoved inside me, hard.
"I'm going to f**k you now, Lauren. Are you ready?"
He didn't give me a chance to answer. He reared over me and started thrusting. He was banging against my p***y lips and hitting something deep inside that hurt real bad. He saw it in my eyes, but he kept going and grinned at me. He watched the place where we were joined and I looked too. He was hammering into me now. I started screaming when he touched my c**t. The hard nub was peeking out of its folds and the feeling was so intense I orgasmed almost immediately.
"f**k Lauren! You're choking my cock." He lost his rhythm a little then and his breathing grew harsh. I was going to recognize that as an impending climax later, but now I was fascinated. I watched his face, his eyes lost focus, then he pounded into me twice more before going still. I felt his d**k pulse as hot c*m filled me. I think I had a breeding kink too, because that was the best thing that had ever happened to me, including my orgasms at his hands.
He fell on top of me, and we lay there, sweaty and exhausted. I think I may have dozed off, but then I felt him slide out of me. He lifted himself up and settled against the back of the couch, pulling me with him to cuddle my back against his front. He rubbed me with his big rough hands everywhere he could reach, soothing a place in my soul that had always been filled with chaos.
After a little while, Matt said, "Now tell me how to find this step-dad of yours."
Fuck, I realized something about myself too. I love a dominant man.
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