Chapter 6
Thursday - Day 6
I woke up to a nice feeling on my cock on Thursday morning, but it was not Becky's tongue, it was a warm washcloth. Becky saw that I was awake and said, "I'm sorry, sir, bit it was left a real mess from last night, and I just thought I would clean it first."
"That's fine," I said, "but come up here when you are done with the cleaning."
After she was done, moved up on top of me, and I started kissing her and making out with her. I enjoyed it for a while and said, "No blow job is necessary, this morning. Kissing you is enough."
"But, sir," she said, "When I don't give you a blow job in bed I miss the taste of your cum in my mouth all morning long. If you don't mind, sir, I would love to have you cum in my mouth!"
"The things I have to do for you," I sighed. "Fine, you can blow me, but it had better be a good job!"
She smiled mischievously at me and asked, "When is it ever not?" as she sank my cock into her mouth. And she was right; I could remember a bad blow job from her. She sucked and licked for about fifteen minutes, slowing down every time I felt like I was going to come, until finally she took me deep in her mouth and sucked hard while moving her tongue around until I came in her mouth.
Now I don't know about you, but I am always torn when getting a blow job. On the one hand, I want it to feel amazing and hard from start to finish. On the other hand, I want it to last for a really long time, something that is just not possible when I am getting a world class blow job. So in some respects, it drove me crazy when Becky slowed down every few minutes, yet it prolonged the pleasure so I was happy about it. In any event, I let Becky drive, and she made me explode.
Afterwards I kissed her and she went off to work, as I went to mine.
When I got home from work, I was reminded of a joke I had seen out of the fifties. Becky greeted me at the door wearing only the apron, with a drink in her hand and a smile on her face.
"How may I serve you, sir?" she asked.
"What were you doing before I got home?" I responded.
"Just catching up on some reading," she said.
"Well, I have a few things to do now, so keep reading, but when I am done we will sit and talk about our day," I told her.
"OK, sir," Becky acknowledged. "Some interesting things happened today."
"I can't wait to hear about them," I told her. I gave her a kiss, and went off to my computer. I spent the next half hour quickly editing the images captured by the video camera in the living room. I got rid of some of the repetitive shots of Becky wandering around cleaning and reading (though I kept some; she looked delicious). I then took a selection of the last few days and cued it up.
I turned on the TV and muted it so that we could talk. I went to the couch where Becky was and said, "Sit on my lap facing the television so that we can watch as we talk about the interesting things that happened to you today."
"OK, sir," Becky said, climbing on my lap facing the television. "What will we be watching?"
"Home movies," I replied, turning on the video.
"Oh my god!" Becky screamed. "I can't believe that I forgot there was a camera on the whole time!"
The video started just a little bit before the dinner yesterday, though I had cut out some of the slower parts. "Now tell me what was so interesting today," I told her.
"Well, sir, I got a couple of interesting calls today," Becky started. "First, Jamie called to talk about last night. She apologized for getting me spanked. I told her that I was the one that was sorry, and that it should have been quite evident at the time that I didn't mind at all.
"Then I asked her if she was OK with the way the night went. She said that she was a little shaken, but she realized that it made me happy. We talked about how I would act around our friends, and I told her that they are just going to have to get used to the new me.
"Sir, she invited us out tomorrow night, with a bunch of our friends. She said if I was serious about this, I should be around them. I'm not sure if she thinks I'll act differently around them, or she really wants me to do this, but I'd like to go."
"Well, what do you think?" I asked. "How will you behave around them?"
"I think I will be little uncomfortable, sir," she replied. "I know how I want to act, which is like your obedient little slut. But when I am there with our friends, I don't know how I will react if you ask me to do something really out there."
"Well don't worry too much," I said. "I'm nervous about this too, and they are my friends as well. I won't push too hard this time." Becky looked relieved and a little grateful.
"Of course you'll be wearing different clothes then they might be used to," I went on, "and who knows who will get a peek at that lovely bare puss of yours, but I won't bend you over the pool table and spank your ass in front of all our friends."
The whole time that Becky was talking she was on my lap facing away from me. I was running my hands up and down her body, occasionally brushing a nipple or running my fingers up and down her wet slit. When I finished my last statement, she shivered. I put two fingers into her cunt and said, "Or perhaps you'd like that? Bent over a pool table? Skirt pulled up. Legs spread. Bare pussy visible to everyone in the room. Friends all around. Strangers. Men. Women. Your cunt dripping juices onto the floor. Your ass red and marked with hand prints. I'll bet if I did that you would come without me even touching you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would!" Becky cried, as she came in my lap. I took my fingers out of her and licked them off, as she calmed down.
"A nice fantasy, I think, but not something that will happen tomorrow night," I told her.
"Thank you, sir. I don't know how I could face my friends if they ever saw me like that," Becky replied.
"Well, I didn't say that they would never see you like that," I said with a smile. "Just not tomorrow night."
"Oh, sir!" was Becky's only response.
"So what else happened today?" I asked her.
"Well, Jamie did ask if she could come over and go to dinner with us. I'm not sure why, but I'm happy to have her spend more time with us, sir," Becky told me.
"The more time to indoctrinate her?" I asked.
"Oh please, sir!" Becky said. "Like you can tell me the thought her eating me out while you are fucking her doesn't turn you on? Or she and I in a 69 while you are fucking one of us? Or me eating your cum out of her pussy?"
"Well, if you put it that way!" I said. "You know a three way is every man's fantasy. A three way with two submissive girls is even better. But I don't know if I could survive two of you!"
"You don't give yourself enough credit, sir," Becky said. "Plus, if you do poop out, we always have each other to entertain ourselves with." She smiled and turned her head to kiss me.
After the kiss I had Becky get up, and I took my clothes off, and had Becky do the same. Becky, wearing just the apron, did not have much to take off. I resumed my seat, and Becky got on my lap again, still facing the TV. This time, however, I had her sink her hot, slick cunt over my cock, which, given the previous conversation, was hard as could be.
Becky tried to fuck me, but I held her down. "Slowly. Just move a little. I want to enjoy the movie, the conversation, and your pussy, for a while still. What else happened today?"
The movie on the TV was up to the part where Becky was getting her spanking. There was a good view of Jamie as well, and she definitely was turned on.
"Jamie also asked me what happened after she left," Becky continued. "I told her I wouldn't tell her till she told me what she did after she left. She said she just went home and went to bed, so I told her we did the same. She told me she didn't believe me, and I told her ditto.
"So she said, 'OK, I went home and I jilled off like crazy. As soon as I got back to my place I jumped into bed, even before I got my clothes off, and then I masturbated till I came. Then I took my clothes off, got out a toy, and did it again. I came so hard that it was exhausting! I actually fell asleep with my toy still in me. And I am being completely honest, I didn't even wait till I got home. I played with myself a little in the cab on the ride back. I felt so dirty!'
"I told her 'You see how nice it is to feel dirty?' and she agreed with me! Then she asked me about what we did after she left. Sir, I told her about the bet. I apologized to her again that I had embarrassed her to win a bet, but all she did was laugh, and tell me that I owed her one. Then I told her how you paid up, and she said that what I'd have to do to repay her would be to help her get with someone that would give her was an orgasm as good as the one that I had! I don't know how I could possibly deliver that, sir! Unless, of course," and she smiled at me as she ground her pussy on me, "she lets you at her!"
"And you as well?" I asked.
"Wouldn't that turn you on?" she laughed, squeezing me tight with her cunt walls.
"So how did you describe your winnings?" I asked.
"I told her I threw myself on the table and begged you to fuck me. I told her how I had you spank me. I told her how I came and came. I told her how I had you ram my ass. And how I came some more! Just like I'm doing now!"
Becky was no longer slowly moving on my cock. Between the stories she was telling, and the pictures on the screen, which vividly depicted what she was saying, she had starting humping up and down on me. Her fingers were on her clit, and she came as she told me the story. After her cum, she tried to keep going, but I grabbed her hands away from her clit and held her down. I didn't want to cum yet. Well, I did, but I also wanted to enjoy her more.
After a minute or two she relaxed. I told her to continue her story.
"Well, after I told her about it, sir," Becky said, "I was so hot that I just had to do something! So I told her, 'I'm sorry, but I have to do this', and I got myself off. It just took a minute, but Jamie was scandalized. She couldn't believe I had done that in my office, while she was on the phone. I told her that's not even close to the wildest thing I'd done, or had done to me, in my office. She wanted me to tell her, but I wouldn't. I told her that I'd tell her another time.
"I asked her if she was playing with herself, and she said 'No!' but I think she protested just a bit much. Anyway, at that point I had to go clean up, so I told her good-bye. Just before she hung up she said, 'Now I have to go to the bathroom and take care of something', and then she hung up. I know what she had to take care of, sir," and Becky demonstrated by squeezing my cock as she rocked up and down on me.
"Is that the interesting stuff that happened?" I asked.
"Only one of them, sir," she replied. My life has gotten a bit weird this week. I had two other bizarre conversations today."
"With whom?" I asked.
"Well," she replied, "the first was with Rachel, in my office. She was even friendlier than normal. She seemed to be probing a bit about our relationship. She's got a boyfriend, but I get the impression that he is not as adventurous as she'd like.
"I think that what we did in my office turned her on a lot, and she wanted to hear more about the kinds of things we do. I get the feeling she wants to live vicariously through me. But we didn't really get into a lot of details yet. I'm not sure how to handle it."
"Well, will talking to her hurt your work relationship?" I asked.
"Not really, though she could spread nasty rumors about me, but she doesn't seem the type," Becky replied.
"Well, why don't you arrange for drinks one night next week, a girl's night out, and you can see if you feel more or less comfortable talking to her," I told her.
"OK, sir," Becky said, "I'll do that. Do you know one thing she told me? She has pierced nipples!"
"Did she show them to you?" I asked.
"No you pervert!" Becky said.
"And do you think I should get your nipples pierced?" I asked, squeezing her nipples hard.
"Oh, I don't know sir!" she said, starting to rotate her hips faster again.
"You know if I did," I said, "I'd get a leash to attach them to, so that I could lead you around by your tits. Maybe I'd cut little slits in a shirt and connect the leash outside, and take you around town like that. How would that be?"
Becky reached up with her hand and put it around the back of my head as she stretched her body out. I kept pulling on her nipples as she slammed her body onto my cock. She screamed as she came. It took everything I had not to cum in her right there, but I wanted more.
I made her stop moving again after she came. The video on the TV had long since run out. She took a few minutes again to relax.
"I believe that you said there was one other interesting conversation," I said.
"Yes, sir," Becky replied. "I got a call from Christine."
"Oh, really, and what happened on that call?" I asked.
"Well, the first thing I asked her was, 'Ready to give up that sweet, sweet ass?' but she said 'NO!' I asked what she called for and she was just wondering if I would be coming in soon, or if I wanted to have lunch with her. Sir, I think she has it bad."
"Has what bad?" I asked.
"She wants me," Becky said. "She wants me a lot. She wants me to take her."
"For such a submissive little girl, you really seem to be getting excited about controlling Christine," I observed.
"Don't worry, sir," Becky reassured. "I'll always be submissive to you. But I get wet thinking about doing to her what you do to me!"
I thrust up into her, and she groaned. "Do you mean you want to fuck her?" I asked.
"Sir," Becky replied, "I think I want to do everything to her."
"So how did you leave it with her?" I asked.
"I told her, 'Since you won't give up your ass for him, I'm not sure I can meet with you. I'll check with him and see.' Sir, when I said that, my door wasn't closed, and Rachel was just walking by. She stopped and looked in at me for a minute before going on!"
"Something else to talk to her about when you go out, I guess," I told her.
"And what about Christine?" Becky asked. "Should I meet with her?"
"Sure," I replied. "Get her even hotter for you. Why don't you let her take you out for lunch on Saturday? And make sure she pays for the privilege!"
"OK, sir, I will," Becky replied.
By this point, I felt as if I had waited long enough. "Time for the bedroom," I said. I had her get up, and she started towards the bedroom. I got up as well, but said, "Hold on, my cock is a mess, and I wouldn't want it dripping on the floor on the way to the bedroom."
"Oh, sir! I'm so sorry!" Becky cried, as she raced back and fell to her knees in front of me. She didn't suck my cock at all, instead running her tongue all around till she had cleaned up the last bit of our juices.
Then we went to the bedroom, and I grabbed a toy and laid down on the bed. I had her straddle me, facing my feet once again. "This time, you can ride me as hard as you want," I told her. She started moving her body smoothly up and down my cock.
Having just had her clean off my cock, it was very sexy to see it getting covered in her juices once again. As she moved up and down, I took the dildo I had retrieved and started moving it around her asshole. When she felt that, she froze. I spanked her ass and said, "I didn't tell you to stop!"
She started up again, though more slowly, as I started penetrating her ass with the dildo. It was not a large dildo, but I could feel it pressing against me through the walls of her cunt. She moved up and down slowly, adding a side-to-side motion as well. I held the dildo still for a while, letting her fuck it. Then, I changed up and started removing it on her down stroke and inserting it on her upstroke, a perfect mirror of my cock.
Finally, I started getting really close myself, and I started pounding both the dildo and my cock into her. In just a few seconds I was coming into her. She was very close, but not quite coming yet, so I reached around and squeezed her clit while I kept ramming her ass with the dildo. She actually jumped off of me, dislodging my cock, and fell back onto me, pushing the dildo deeper into her ass, as she shuddered through another orgasm.
We relaxed for a while, and then she rolled over and kissed me with a lot of tongue. "I don't know how you do it, sir," she told me, "but every time is better than the last! If I never had sex again, I would be satisfied!"
"If you never had sex again," I told her, "I would be most dissatisfied! I just hope I can keep making it better for you."
"The same would be just fine!" she replied. Then she crawled down my body and took my limp, slimy cock in her mouth. She spent quite a while cleaning it off, and when she was done it was not quite so limp.
However, by that point I was exhausted and hungry. Neither of us felt like cooking, not even just warming something up in the microwave, so I ordered out for a pizza. Then I went to her drawers and poked around for a minute. I pulled out this sheer lingerie top she had, a black mesh that didn't hide much at all. I handed it to her and said, "Put this on with your white house skirt."
She put them on, and she looked hot. The skirt was so short it barely covered anything. And the top showed both the outline of her breasts as well as her hard nipples. "OK, when the pizza guy comes, you can get the food and pay him," I told her.
"In this?!" she asked.
"Yup, in that! Any problems with that?" I asked her.
"No, sir. And how shall I tip him?" she asked, saucily.
"Well, if it's a guy, offer him a blowjob. If it's a woman, offer to eat her out," I told Becky.
Her mouth dropped open and her expression was stunned. I couldn't help it. I cracked up laughing, pointing to her. "You should see your face! It's priceless!"
She stood there confused, so I said, "Give him five bucks! Although after seeing your sexy body, he should be paying you!" Becky realized that I had been pulling her leg, and she jumped on the bed and started whaling on me, though not to hard.
"I can't believe you did that!" she shrieked, and I grabbed her, flipped her on her back, and kissed her. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and the doorbell rang. Becky got up to go get it, wiggling her ass provocatively as she walked away from me.
As she got to the bedroom door, she looked at me and said quietly, "I would have done it if you had told me to."
"That's my Becky," I thought proudly.
A couple of minutes later Becky came back in with the pizza and some drinks. She was grinning broadly. She stripped her clothes off and sat on the bed with me to eat. She said, "It was a teenage boy. You should have seen his expression. He's probably going to be thinking of me when he wanks off tonight! You should watch the tape later. It was priceless."
"So, did you tip him well?" I asked. Becky had been taking a drink and she spit it all out laughing.
"Not as well as I bet he's wishing I had!" she said.
After we cleaned up the mess and finished our dinner, I took Becky into the shower. We cleaned each other off, along with a lot of touching and playing. Then we went to bed, with me spooning Becky. I was half hard, and she wiggled her ass against my cock, but we both just wanted to sleep.
As I was lying there, on the verge of falling asleep, I realized that exactly one week ago I had attempted to break up with Becky. I could not believe that the person grinding her ass against my cock was the same person that I had broken up with a week ago. I know a week is not a lot of time, but I could not imagine being happier, which was the complete opposite of how I felt just a week ago.
I know that I had changed a lot in the last week. But Becky had changed even more, and by the way she was behaving and reacting, I could not believe that she was just doing this to make me happy. Just as there was a different personality wanting to come out of me, it appeared that there was one lying dormant in Becky as well.
And this just six days into our trial period, I thought as I fell asleep. Another twenty-four days to go.