My Story

This was the fantasy story I was writing for Master while he was gone:

Way, way back in time, in a land not so far from here, lived you and me in our younger selves.  I had a huge crush on you and you had invited me out on a date for ice cream at Baskin Robbins.  I wore a thin white shirt and deliberately left the bra off.  I also wore my black mini skirt.  I was hoping to flash you at some point. 

We were eating our ice cream and you were trying not to stare too hard at my breasts, when a great dollop of vanilla ice cream leaped off my cone and landed right on my chest.  You wetted your napkin and tried to help me wash it off, immediately noticing how the wiping made my whole breast jiggle.  I noticed too, and began to blush and giggle, but I didn't want you to stop.  

 We walked back to your house, and no one was home.  Except the alarm cat.  We went down in the basement and you said you wanted to take off all my clothes so you could see me naked. I felt shy but also excited.  I hoped you weren't going to take advantage of me.  But then I kind of hoped you would a little bit.  You pulled my shirt off and fondled my tits.  Then you started to pull up my skirt and I got nervous and ran behind the bench.  Instead of following me, you sat down on the green bench and invited me to come sit on your lap, which I did.  I straddled you so my cunt was brushing up against your cock, which was very hard.

I wiggled a little bit, enjoying the sensations, and then began sliding my skirt up a little at a time until I was completely exposed.  It was thrilling but scary!  I was almost about to decide I'd had enough and should leave, but you saw the look of flight in my eyes, and pinned my wrists behind my back.  I never realized being trapped could be instead of frighting, actually calming.  My cunt began to feel the need of being filled and I wiggled more purposefully onto your lap.  

Your jeans were unzipped now and I just kind of slid onto your cock.  Everything was getting soaked now, your jeans, the chair, the floor- it was more than I'd every thought possible.  I slid easily down, and then up again when it got to tight and painful.  Then down a bit more, rocking until I felt like you were going to burst inside me.   Suddenly, you pushed me off your lap and onto my knees on the floor.  I was shocked.  What? No!  But you gave your cock only a couple strokes and it was coming on my face.  This was humiliating and really quite disgusting, but I loved the feeling anyway.  I hoped there would be a lot more of it in my future... as your little slave-slut.