by Jamie Knight
Letting her rest for a moment, I turned her over at the hips, pulling her up into doggy style position. Her feet hung over the edge of the bed. Reaching over to the night table, I opened the drawer, getting out the fur-lined handcuffs. The idea was to restrain, not to hurt. With Morgan’s cooperation, I hands secured her hands behind her back, putting her completely under my power.
Working two fingers into her pussy to get her warmed up, I spread her cheeks with my other hand and started massaging around the outside of her asshole. Morgan hummed with deep joy, past the point of regular conversation.
Leaning in again, I worked the same magic on her asshole as I did to her pussy. Her gasps of pleasure were as intense as they were genuine.
Lubing up the butt plug, I touched the tip to her asshole. The cold lube made her flinch a bit before she leaned back into it at my coaxing. Little by little, the plug slipped in until the base pressed up against her ass cheeks.
Slipping my still hard cock into her pussy from behind, I pounded her doggy style. I slammed my cock deep inside her, bringing her to a massive orgasm, augmented further by the anal stimulation of the butt plug. I filled her up with my hot cum.
Keeping a hand on her back, I went to the drawer again. Getting the ball-gag secured, I worked the butt plug from her asshole. I put a condom on because the latex helped things to go smoother. I lubed up my cock and her ass to make sure she was as ready as she could be.
Pushing about a quarter of the way in at first, I stopped, lovingly stroking the small of her back until she got used to being filled so completely. Forging ahead until I was halfway submerged into her virgin asshole, I took her firmly by the hips and started to move. Her moans and gasps were muffled to gentle whispers by the ball-gag.
Moving my hand under her, I stroked the outside of her pussy as I plunged her deepest depths, making her literally tremble with joy. Moving slowly, I went in gradually deeper, going just a bit harder, until I was all the way inside her.
I pounded her asshole so hard the pictures on the walls shook. Even with the ball-gag in, Morgan’s loud moans and yells of pleasure and abandon were quite apparent.
Filling the reservoir tip, I eased out of her and dropped the condom into the nearby trash can, again keeping a hand on her back to maintain contact. I moved her onto her side, pulling her legs up into the bed and her knees up against her tits, giving me full access to her beautiful pussy. Edging her a few times with my fingers and getting her right to the edge before easing it back, I replaced my fingers with my cock, letting her cum that time.
One by one as I removed the handcuffs and the ball-gag, returning them to their drawer, Morgan braced her hands against the bed to keep from falling over. Laying her down on her side, I got on the bed and spooned her until we fell asleep.
My fantasy was amazing. In real life, things were slightly anti-climactic in comparison. I came into the tissue, tilted way back in my economic office chair. Dropping the tissue into the nearby trash can, I hauled up the front of my Calvin's, confident in what I had to do.
Chapter Five - Morgan
Friday was park day. It had always been and so it would always be. First enforced by my mother, who I suspected was mostly just trying to get away from me for a while, insisting I go with Astrid to keep each other from being kidnapped, her actual words, and then by Freya, who would not stop singing 'park, park, park, park' until we were on our way.
Then, of course came the series of questions about 'park now?' On the other hand, I was happy that she seemed to have such an instant and natural connection with nature.
I liked to call them border days. Those unpredictable, ineffable days smack between sun and rain when the clouds were there but not yet thunder heads and it could go either way. I brought an umbrella just in case.
I was the sort of Patty Prepper who kept at least three condoms in my purse at any time while in college. Just in case. It wasn't the case as much as I would have thought or hoped, though. The guys at my school all seemed to be complete douches or immature jerks.
The park was eerily empty thanks to the combined impact of a shelter in place order, soon to become a city-wide lock down, and the middle-of-the-road weather conditions. Climbing our favorite spot under the city's only Yew tree, at least that I have ever found, I clipped on Freya's baby leash and let her run about wild and free up to a length of eight feet.
Twisting myself into a lotus position, known among non-yoga junkies as 'criss-cross applesauce,' I did my best to calm my mind and bring about the pure white light I had only ever seen once.
I was in high school when I started meditating. A friend who claimed the name Aleistar, as in Crowley, but had actually been christened Norman Wallace, had suggested it when I was freaked out about my college admissions test. Granted, his version involved being totally naked while wearing a facial design made of natural resources, but I still got the basics of it.
My inner realm wasn't the most astounding in all the world, but it served well enough when in a pinch. Such as being extremely conflicted about whether I wanted to spend an extended period of time locked in a luxury lockdown compound with an undeniably handsome, obscenely rich guy with whom I clearly had serious chemistry but who was also possessed of proclivities and appetites usually shunted to the darkest corners of society, just as an example.
“Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty!”
I snapped back to reality, which happened to be like a real-life version of the Pepe Le Pew cartoon. My sweet little tot with an unpretentious appreciation for all of nature’s creatures, was stretched to the very limits of the baby leash, playfully patting a contented looking skunk. “Freya, no!” I cried, not thinking it through.
Of course the damn skunk sprayed us. It wasn't all that bad. A bit thicker than we were used to, but it still splashed, as Freya was quickly discovering.
And that ended our time at the park more quickly than normal.
“Need a top up?” Astrid asked, once we were back home, coming in with another jumbo can of tomato juice from her dad's long-abandoned Y2K shelter.
“Sure, why not?”
The thick red liquid poured into the mass, causing Freya much giggling and jubilation.
“Of course,” I said, as my phone chimed from my jacket in the hall.
“Thanks.”
With my luck, it would be either a telemarketer or the police calling to say my dad had been stabbed by a diamond toothed bandit in Belarus after a controversial card game. He ran in some odd circles.
“Yeah, she's right here,” Astrid said with surprising cheer.
“Who is it?” I asked.
“You'll see,” she replied, with a wink that only made me more suspicious.
“Morgan?”
“Adam?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat.
“Yes, I am calling to inform you that you have been selected for the next round.”
“The social distancing date?”
“That's the one. Are you free tonight?”
“Um, sure,” I said, looking at Astrid who was nodding her head off. “Give me twenty minutes?”
It was a different car that came around to pick me up. I could actually feel my shoulders relax and not just because it was a stretch limo.
Without a word, the driver, a sleek, slender young woman in a perfectly fitted black suit and white Oxford shirt, came around to the curb side and opened the back passenger door.
“Oooooh,” Freya said, thoroughly impressed.
“Go on, then,” Astrid prompted, keeping Freya securely in her arms.
Willing my legs to move in a straight line, I made it into the car. The door closed crisply behind me. It was actually happening. I had pinched myself enough times to be sure it wasn't just a lucid dream.
I was going to meet Adam on the mortal plane. At least six feet away but still in the flesh – the very, very sexy flesh – and in the same room. At least I assumed. You could never really tell with him.
The bistro stood alone on the corner, as if the oth
er buildings were not nearly cool enough for it to hang out with. It was a restaurant so exclusive it didn't even have a sign identifying it as such. The door swung open apparently by itself, and I was out to meet my destiny.
It was near dark, aside from the candelabra set in the middle of the table. The whole set with dishes and silverware probably cost more than my computer, placed just so on a white, linen tablecloth. The table was empty. Deciding just to roll with it, I took one of the two available chairs on either end of the eight-foot-long table.
The wine was poured into the obscenely expensive crystal glasses ages ago. There was no reason not to dive right in. It hit like a lightning bolt of joy. My eyes rolled back in my head with sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
“It's Australian.”
I whirled around so fast I nearly toppled out of my chair, which would not have been pleasant considering the hardwood floor. Adam looked great. Even his mask and gloves matched his outfit.
The biggest surprise was the literal silver platter topped with a domed lid that he carried carefully in both hands. After setting it down on the table close enough that I could smell his cologne, he sat down in the other chair, removing the mask and gloves as he did so.
“You look amazing,” he said.
“S-so do you, Sir,” my nervous stutter came back full force.
“Oh, no need for that. Not yet anyway. Might be a different story should we be in lockdown together. But even in that case, I really do prefer the term Master.”
“O-okay.”
“Nervous?”
“A bit.”
“Try not to be. I know that's easy for me to say, but I mean it. There is nothing scary going on here. It is really just supposed to be a getting to know you kind of thing.”
“With solid silver place settings and linen tablecloths,” I said.
“And cameras.”
“What?”
“Don't worry, it's not live. The producers set up the room with micro cameras hoping you wouldn't notice. They'll be mad at me for telling you, but I don't really care. This is my show in more ways than one.”
I was stunned into silence for a long moment both by his honesty and his swagger. It must have been wonderful to be so free, to literally not care what anybody thought of you. I really hoped it was something he would be able to teach me.
“So, tell me about yourself,” I said, as he cut into the giant turkey he had cooked.
The platter also held at least one of seemingly every known garnish and side dish on the planet.
“Well, let's see. Born to nothing, in terms of money anyway, in a town the residents of Mayberry would find quaint. Caused my first major controversy when I was ten by just not going to church. In my defense, I knew the Bible better than the minister did, including the bits the clergy tend to gloss over.”
“Like what?” I asked before I could stop myself.
“Exodus 22:18.”
“I don't think I know that one.”
“Most people don't and not by accident.”
“What does it say?”
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live.”
“Shit!” I exclaimed.
“I know.”
“It's actually calling for-”
“Murder of people who are different.”
“Are you fallen away?”
“Not exactly. To paraphrase Gaiman and Pratchett, I didn't so much fall away as saunter vaguely downwards. What about you?”
“Me? Oh, I'm boring.”
“Try me.”
I found myself not being able to say no to him. Out it came, my entire boring history. The only exciting part was becoming a single mom, although that was the part that I was the most reluctant to tell. I had been afraid it would ruin my chances on the show, but I didn’t want to hide it from him.
Adam took all of it in stride, as if it was no big thing.
I started to like him more than ever.
But then he brought out desert, which was chocolate cake with caramel icing, and I took that back and started to like him even more.
“So, where’d the father go?” he asked me.
“He split,” I shrugged. “We were only a fling, anyway. Not anything that serious. But we had a shotgun wedding once I found out I was pregnant, but it was heavily pushed on both of us by our religious parents.”
I thought back to that time of my life regretfully, but I didn’t regret Freya at all. In the end, it had all worked out as it should have, but while I was in the thick of it, it had sure sucked.
“I don’t know what we were thinking,” I admitted. “It was a huge mistake. And just about as soon as the baby came, he couldn’t handle the stress. The late nights, the constant crying, because poor Freya had cholic and he didn’t know how to deal with it or help me out. He literally ran away, and I could never even find him.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat, and my pride, and continued.
“In the end, it was the best thing he could have done. He was more of a hindrance to me than a help. He’d play video games while I was doing the laundry or changing the baby. It was like I was trying to raise two kids. His parents were so ashamed when he took off, but I told them I understood. It was a lot of responsibility at such a young age. He hadn’t really wanted it and wasn’t ready. I, however, hadn’t thought I was ready, hadn’t thought I wanted it, but I truly loved being a mom. I didn’t mind even being a single mom. The most annoying part, though, has been trying to find him to serve divorce papers.”
“What a wimp,” Adam said, shaking his head. “I’m on Team Parents with this one. He should be a man and at least pay child support.”
“Yeah, that would be nice,” I told him. “And it’s probably why he’s hiding. Or maybe he just doesn’t ever want to talk to Freya again, although I don’t know what’s worse. Both of those things are pretty bad.”
“They sure are. It makes me mad and I want to do something about it.”
He looked off thoughtfully into the distance, but he didn’t elaborate. I didn’t think he had any set plan, but he clearly wanted to help me out somehow, even though he didn’t need to. Freya and I were fine. Or at least we would be now, thanks to the money from this show.
I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t want to spoil our previous good mood with talk of bad memories, and I could tell he felt the same. Finally, he took a big breath and exhaled.
“Well. Enough talk about that loser. You and I were meant to be here having this dinner together, and that couldn’t have happened if he’d stayed with you,” he said resolutely.
“That’s true,” I said, nodding as I considered it. “I don’t really have any regrets. I love Freya. And I’m glad I don’t have to be her dad. He and I were never well-suited to begin with. So, yes, I agree. We won’t talk about it anymore.”
“It has been a pleasure to dine with you,” he told me, once we were finishing up the last delicious morsels. “I hope you have had a nice time, too.”
“I’ve had a great time,” I told him, wishing the date could last longer.
But by the time I was in the back of the limo again, it couldn't have been more than ten minutes before my phone alerted me of an incoming private message.
U in the car?
Yes.
Is she driving safe?
Yes.
GOOD. I gave VERY specific instructions. She's armed too. Just in case.
Is she a soldier?
Ex IDF. How did you know?
Lucky guess.
I have made a decision.
Okay.
I want you. Not just for the show. I want you naked and on your knees.
What would you like me to do down there?
Let me face fuck you.
Of course. Hard if you want.
Then I want to finger you doggy style, stopping just before you cum.
I don't get to cum?
Eventually, but I want to tease you first. Make you beg for it.
*Blush* Okay
Then I want to fuck you.
Doggy?
End of the bed, then doggy later. After.
After what?
After I handcuff you, put in a ball-gag and fuck you in the ass.
I'm an anal virgin. Is that okay, Master?
Perfect, Pet.
Woah, this was crazy. I couldn’t believe he had talked to me so openly like that, and that I had responded just as openly.
But I told myself that he probably did that with all the contestants. Some kind of test to see how far they are willing to go.
I ordered myself not to get my hopes up. It was still a long shot and I shouldn't count my chickens. All good advice based on objective truth. If only I was able to listen.
Chapter Six - Morgan
I was still buzzing. The social distancing date might not have been a lucid dream, but I had several that night. All of them involved him masterfully edging me before finally popping my anal cherry.
It was lovely. Mostly because before too long, it was going to be my reality. I would be locked with Adam in a luxury compound of his own devising, at his disposal to be used for anything he wanted me to do. Those were the terms of the contract for the show, and I was getting increasingly excited about the idea.
I tried to relax so I could get to work, but my pussy just wouldn’t settle down. I was still really horny. Such was Adam’s impact on me, which, if anything, boded well for our forthcoming arrangement.
He was there. In my head. Without me even need to try. Tall, strong and confident. A small portion of his legendary body canvas showed on his arms from his elbows down.
Whatever kind of kink he was into, he could clearly take it as well as he could dish it out, even if the rumor that he had done them all himself turned out to be greatly exaggerated, as rumors tended to be. They wouldn’t be nearly so interesting otherwise.
Without really noticing it, my hand made its way down over my belly and into the front of my panties. My pussy was really wet and ached like nobody's business. I was still very sensitive and had to be gentle at first.
I coaxed my fingers up the length of my delicate pussy lips, sending waves of joy rippling through me as I imagined that Adam was down there, celebrating my girlhood with his tongue.