Chapter 4 - Mike
I’m not waiting around. She invited me over for freeuse and that’s what she’s going to get.
Food is a nice little extra, but it can go cold if it has to.
I’ve been wanting to fuck her for days, and I’m taking her now.
If she really wants to be a good slut, she’ll be ready for it.
She has a safeword, so she can stop it in an instant whenever she wants.
The oven makes a buzzing sound, startling her. For a moment it seems like she’s going to move towards it, but I brush my middle finger gently over her clit and she pauses.
“The food…” she says, but I give her pussy a gentle smack.
“Can wait. My pleasure comes first.”
“Yes, whatever you want.”
Putting my hand on the back of her head, I gently push it forward.
I growl into her ear. “Head back down on the counter and keep it there. You can get the food in a few minutes, but for now, you’re my slutty little fucktoy, and I get to use you whenever I want. And I want to use you now, understand?”
She nods her head slightly and mumbles a yes. I have a feeling she’s going to be a very obedient sub for me over the next few days. I might even let her call me Sir.
I unzip my pants and she tries to peek back at me, but instead she gets a spank on the ass.
“No, keep looking forward. You don’t need to see it. I’m going to be fucking you with it soon enough.”
My cock springs free, and I slap it gently against her pussy. I want her to feel how hard it is, a little preview of what she has coming. And I know that me doing this will also make her feel slutty because she’s letting a guy do whatever perverted thing he wants to do to her.
“The food smells great,” I say as I position myself behind her, my hand slipping over her ass.
“Thank you… oh FUCK.”
My fingers sink deep into her pussy. She’s soaking wet and ready for me.
“Tell me what food you have.”
Her voice wobbles as she tries to tell me, but my fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy seem to distract her. “Turkey. Gravy. Mashed potatoes. Umm. Can’t think.”
Before I left my house earlier, I grabbed a handful of condoms. Then, thinking of what I had in mind, I took a few more.
I don’t plan to do much more this Thanksgiving besides eat and fuck.
While she’s talking, I get a condom out of my jeans pocket and stop fingerfucking her long enough to slip one on and rub the tip of my cock against her pussy.
“I can see more food. What else is there?”
“Relish tray...”
Grabbing her hips, I thrust forward and sink deep inside her. She’s so tight and warm that I nearly groan, but I turn it into a growl that makes her shiver.
“Good girl. Is there pie? There better be pie.”
I thrust in and out of her, slow and steady, and she groans while her legs tremble. “Yes. Pie. Pumpkin and cream – whipped cream.”
I resist making a crude joke and instead concentrate on how good she feels wrapped around me.
Reaching forward, I place my hand on her throat. I’m not going to choke her—she’s far too inexperienced for that—but having my hand there will make her feel controlled.
“You’re mine for the next few days. Whenever I want you, however I want you. Understand?”
She groans a, “Fuck” and thrusts herself back against me.
“I said, do you understand?”
She tries to nod. “Yes. Yours to use whenever you want.”
“Good. Now be a good freeuse toy. I’m going to use your pussy nice and hard and you’re going to spread yourself for me. I want you to imagine you’re being watched, just like you were when you gave those guys blowjobs. Don’t forget, I know what a slut you can be.”
I have a feeling that some light degradation will work on her, and from her sighs and moans, I can tell I’m right. She shifts under me, her head on the counter, and I speed up my thrusts.
“What do you want?” I ask.
“Fuck me. Want you to come. Use me like the slut I am.”
Slapping her ass, I speed up, giving it to her a little rougher, but not too bad.
She gasps, “Oh, fuck… yeah. Like that. You don’t need to be gentle.”
For a second, I wonder if she could take me at my roughest, a leash in my hand and a collar on her neck. When I picture it, she has the most gorgeous look of ecstasy on her face. Maybe she could take it. But not now, not today.
It’s been a few days since I masturbated, and I know that when I orgasm, I’m going to come hard.
The tightness of her pussy and the sound of her moans are going to make it quick, but we have all weekend, so I’m not worried about blowing my load too soon.
There will be plenty of time for more pleasure later.
“Ask for it.”
She grabs at the counter, trying to steady herself as I slam into her, but she doesn’t respond.
“Willow, I said ask for it.”
She glances over her shoulder, and she looks gorgeous. Her face is red and her ponytail is disheveled, but what stands out is the need in her eyes.
“Please. Come in me.”
I groan and let loose, emptying myself. My fingers tighten their hold on her hips and I thrust so hard that I nearly lift her off her feet. She lets out a satisfied groan and I continue to pound into her, letting her feel every throb.
After a few seconds, I pull back, giving her ass a slap.
“Good. Now let’s see about getting this food served up. I’m starving.”
After I use her, it takes a little while for her to be able to think again.
After all, we only really met once before and then here I was, fucking her over the counter.
But when I start getting the food ready and taking it to the table, she jumps into action and we get it all served up.
Luckily, the turkey didn’t burn even though we left it in the oven too long while we were fucking.
We chat about a variety of things over dinner—pretty normal conversation after I railed her against the counter.
After dinner, I lean back in my chair and let out a content groan.
I can’t remember the last time I had such a good meal.
Willow looks just as happy, and is beaming across the table at me, pleased to see I enjoyed it so much.
“That was SO good. You’re one hell of a cook.”
She does one of her cute little giggles that is so adorable it makes my cock twitch. “Oh, it was nothing.”
I tell her to stay there and relax while I take everything back to the kitchen. She deserves a break, but I also want her to stay at the table for my own reasons.
When I come back, I sit down again. “Come here,” I say.
Willow snaps to attention. She is already learning what my dom voice is and reacting to it.
She gets up and walks around the table, standing in front of me.
“Sit on the edge.”
She hops up onto the surface, her legs swinging in the air. I stretch out and wrap my hands around her ankles and rest her feet on the edges of my chair.
“I’m going to lift your skirt and look at your pussy. Because for the next day or so, it’s mine.”
She nods her head and bites her lower lip. She’s giving off nervous energy but also looks excited.
Taking the hem of her skirt, I lift it until I can see her pussy. She’s shaved recently and I almost want to snap a picture of it. It looks so fucking cute.
But instead, I reach out and take her hand. “I want you to touch yourself while I watch. Put your fingers on your clit and rub little circles. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she says in a quiet voice.
I guide her hand to her pussy. For a moment she does nothing, and then she starts to play with herself.
I look up at her and I make sure she makes eye contact with me. This is all about control and submission. I don’t need to see the movement of her fingers. I want to evaluate how she’s reacting.
Willow holds my gaze for a few seconds before her eyelids flicker.
“Good?” I ask her.
“Yeah, so good.”
Reaching out, I slip my fingers into her folds, getting them wet. Then I raise them to her lips. Without a word, she takes them in her mouth and sucks them clean.
“Good fucktoy. Keep rubbing, doing what you’re told. Because that’s what you really want: someone to take control of you, tell you what to do and to fuck you mindless.”
She nods her head as my fingers slip from her mouth. “Are you going to fuck me?”
“No. Not yet. I have other plans.”
Tightening my grip on her ankles, I lift her legs up, tipping her backwards onto the table. Before she can react, I sink to my knees and let her legs rest on my back as my tongue slides through her folds.
My fingers slip inside her and curl up, getting a groan from her. Gently kissing around the outside of her pussy, I tease her, keeping her on edge. Then my mouth rests on her and my tongue flicks over her clit.
It’s like a bolt of electricity going through her, the table rattling as she arches her back and presses her legs down on me, guiding me forward.
“Oh, fuck yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I massage the inside wall of her pussy in just the right spot to make her legs tremble as I suck on her clit. The plan for this weekend was for us both to have fun, but not put any pressure on her to come. But I know the signs. She’s only moments away.
“Do you want to come for me?” I growl into her pussy.
“Yes, fuck yes.”
My thumb brushes over her clit and she grabs the table to keep from sliding away.
“Then come for me.”
She howls and digs her feet into my back, and I’m grateful she’s not wearing heels.
Her orgasm is hard and fast and I hold her until she stops shaking.
Reaching up, I slide my hands over her breasts and gently squeeze, giving her a last taste of control before I slip her towards me, taking her in my arms and kissing her.
The trembling is not surprising. She just came hard and no doubt her head is a muddle. Wrapping her up and lifting her onto my lap, I sit and let her rest until she wants to speak.
“That was SO good,” she laughs as she nuzzles her head against me. “Who knew you had a talented mouth as well as a big cock?”
“You have not even seen the start of my talents.”
I notice her nipples are showing through her dress, and I growl at the thought of sucking on them, maybe even coming over them. As soon as she hears the growl, she snuggles in tighter.
“Where is your bedroom?” I ask.
“Upstairs, second door on the left.”
I stand up, taking her with me, cradled in my arms. She feels as light as a feather and smiles up at me as I carry her.
“You know what I’m going to do to you?” I ask, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Anything you want, all night long.”
“You’re damn right I am. I’m going to use that sweet mouth of yours and fuck your throat, then if you beg well enough, I’ll pound your cunt so hard you’ll be sore for days.”
“I can beg. I can beg really good.”
I give the door a kick, and it swings open and we go inside. With a backward heel, the door shuts behind us, and we don’t leave the room for the next 12 hours.