I Think You're Right

by M Boratus

  “Excuse me?” said Shaun.

  “That’s not quite it either,” she said. “I want to fuck. Like really fuck. Like the way you’ve been trying to get me to do.”

  “This is a trick, right?”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m serious.”

  “What the hell brought this on?” he asked.

  “I’ve realized some things about myself and my mom.”

  Shaun’s eyebrows scrunched. “Your mom?”

  Her face flushed red. “It’s not important. But the thing is, I want to try those things you like. I think I’ll like them too.”

  “This isn’t about getting back together?” Shaun asked, his voice falsely wary.

  “No,” she said firmly. “It’s about need.”

  “You’ve never needed sex,” he said. “I’ve always had to instigate.”

  “All that’s changed,” she said calmly.

  “Just like that? How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

  “Oh, Jesus! Just shut up!” she exclaimed and pushed him back on the bed. She undid his pants, fished out his prick and started sucking on it.

  “Okay,” Shaun said. “I believe you. Oh man. You never go at me with such… gusto. You’re behaving like a… uh…”

  “Slut?” she asked, slipping her mouth off, a mischievous grin on her face. “It’s okay. You can call me that. I want you to,” she continued as she stroked him.

  He popped his head up. “Really?”

  “And don’t ask,” she said. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

  “In that case,” he said, laying back. “Keep sucking that cock, slut.”

  Amanda smiled and lowered her head.

  Shaun soon raised his hips. “Pull off my pants, slut. Then take off yours.”

  She did as she was told then went back to sucking.

  “I’m going to scoot up on the bed,” he said after a while. “I want you to slip my cock in your cunt and ride me.”

  She pulled off him again and then crawled up on the bed. Straddling him, she guided his cock inside her. Shaun noticed she didn’t ask him to grab a condom. Soon she was riding him with a look of lust he’d never seen on her before.

  “Oh god, I am a slut,” she purred. “And I love it. It feels so good just to let go.”

  “Lose the shirt too,” Shaun said. Soon the blonde rode him naked. He reached up to play with her tits, not nearly as big as her mom’s but still a B-cup.

  “Yes, play with my titties,” she said. “Use my body.”

  Shaun squeezed her nipples hard as Jessica loved. “Ugh,” she moaned. Her expression wasn’t one of pleasure.

  “You don’t like that?” he asked.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “I want you to use me.”

  He rolled her nipples gently in his fingers. Her head rolled back with a look of bliss on her face.

  “You like that though, don’t you?” he asked.

  “Yessss,” she replied.

  ‘So, not like her mother,’ Shaun thought. He grabbed her hips and began slamming himself up into her.

  “Oh my god!” she cried. “Yes! Fuck me!” She began squeezing her tits. “Ngggnggggngggg.”

  ‘Here it cums,’ thought Shaun.

  As her eyes rolled back, she screamed in orgasm. She made no attempt to grab a pillow and cover her mouth, no effort to suppress the feelings ripping through her. She flopped around like a rag doll for a while before Shaun rolled her over and resumed fucking her.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. “My body’s on fire. Keep fucking me. Keep using me. Make me your slut, stud.”

  ‘Stud,” he thought with amusement, remembering her mom with the doctor. ‘I wonder where she picked that up from.’

  He fucked her until another orgasm hit her. This time it was him that was worried about the noise, so he kissed her to muffle the screams. Her cunt muscles began spasming in such a way that he felt his orgasm rising. Then quickly pulling out, he scurried up her body and jacked off onto her face and tits. She smiled up at him.

  “That was hot,” she said as she began to scoop up and eat his cum.

  “I’ll say,” said Shaun as he lay beside her.

  “Here,” she said. “Let me get that.”

  He watched as she lowered her mouth back to his cock and cleaned him up with her tongue.

  “Better?” she asked playfully.

  “Much,” Shaun replied.

  She got off the bed and began to get dressed. “Well, stud, it’s been fun, but I gotta get home. Up for another round later this week?”

  Shaun nodded quickly. She giggled and left his room.

  “Holy shit,” Shaun whispered after she left. He was amazed he kept a straight face through her “seduction.”

  ◆◆◆

  “I’m heading home, ma’am,” Sachiko said.

  “Alright,” Jessica replied. “See you tomorrow.”

  The afternoon had been torment. She’d had two meetings in the building and three on the phone. Around 4:00, the batteries in the egg had started to die.

  ‘Yes!’ she had thought.

  Her glee was short-lived as she reached into her top drawer, pulled out a package with more than enough replacements, and swapped in new ones.

  Now, that she was ready to leave, she watched herself turn off the egg and sighed with relief. Reaching down, she pulled the egg out by its cord. She held it in front of her with slight contempt.

  “You little fucker,” she said. “Drove me crazy all afternoon, but still didn’t give me any release. I might as well go home.”

  Went she tried to get out of her chair. However, she found herself stuck.

  “What now?” she called out as if Shaun could hear her. Her hand went to her phone, which she propped up on her desk so she could video record herself. “Sir, what are you doing to me?”

  Once she was sure it was on, she grabbed the egg, removed her panties and shoved it in her ass. Then she reached for one of the lower drawers in her desk, surprised to find a ten-inch dildo in it.

  “Are you kidding me?” she said. Hiking up her skirt, she pushed the monster into her pussy. “Oh, god, oh, god. I don’t know if it’ll fit.”

  It took some pumping and twisting, but she finally got it in. She turned the egg on high before gripping the dildo with both hands and looked right at the camera. “I’m Jessica, Shaun’s obedient slut, and this is my reward for being good.”

  She began to fuck herself. It felt so surreal since she wasn’t in control of her body. It was like masturbating and being masturbated by someone else at the same time. She found herself reviewing her activities of the day out loud. “Shaun fucked me over my desk today. He made me cum three times, and I passed out. The nipple clamps were exquisite torture. I want more of that.”

  She talked about her chat with Sachiko and how she felt during it, about the meetings, about her reaction to the phone and the dildo. Long before she finished, she was ready to cum but couldn’t. Her orgasm continued to grow.

  “And now I’m gonna cum in my office like the slut I am.”

  The dam broke, and the climax struck. She hoped enough people had left the office as she screamed and moaned. Her hands did not stop and soon another hit, then another. She had something to say after each.

  “I’m am a horny slut.”

  “I’m dedicated to Shaun.”

  “I worship Shaun’s cock.”

  “I crave pain and control.”

  On it went until she had cum six times and made six proclamations. It didn’t feel like he told her what to say. It was more like she had to utter six truths. Finally, her hands slowed, and she turned off the egg. She was covered in sweat, panting like a dog, and smiling happily with an after-sex glow despite wanting to be angry with her puppeteer. Trying to move, she found her body was hers again. She straightened herself up and got ready to go home. Just before she exited the office, she found herself emailing the video to Shaun.

  A reply came back soon after. Can’t wait to
see it. Watch it before you go to bed and cum three times when you do.

  Her reply was simple. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

  ◆◆◆

  Hey Dr. Maddow!

  It was AMAZING! U were right. U were so right! Now that uve helped me see myself as I am everything just flowed. Theres usually some uncomfortableness between Shaun and me at some point when we get intimate. That didnt happen this time. And the thing is I no things can be even better. I think I understand why he broke up with me now. He knew how things could be and I kept denying him that. How stupid was I? I no weve broken up but I wana do more with him. Is that wrong? Should I move on? Please help.

  Manda

  ◆◆◆

  Dear Amanda,

  There’s nothing wrong with wanting to explore your identity or your sexuality. I think if Shaun is open to playing with you, you should go for it. I think because of your history, he is a safe person with which you can try new things and find out what you like and don’t like. I think you’d love to keep exploring your newly discovered self as much and as often as possible. What do you think?

  Dr. Maddow.

  ◆◆◆

  I think ur rite. Ill ask Shaun about it. I hope he says yes.

  Thank u so much doc.

  Big hugs!

  Manda

  Chapter 12

  Friday afternoon, Shaun called Jessica.

  “I’d like to see you tonight,” Shaun told her.

  “I’d like that too,” said Jessica. “But I’m meeting Abby for drinks. Can I see you after or do you wish me to cancel with her?”

  Shaun smiled, hearing how readily Jessica would change her plans for him.

  “Tell me where you’re going, and I’ll meet you there,” he said.

  A chill went through Jessica. She wondered what Abby would think of her with such a young man. Abby hadn’t met Shaun yet, so they wouldn’t have to explain that he dated her daughter before. Would he let her act the part of the girlfriend, the lover, or would she have to be her true slut self in front of her friend? The thought was both frightening and erotic to her.

  “I… er… That is… Rodney’s Oyster Bar. 9 p.m.” she replied.

  “Are you meeting just to hang out,” asked Shaun. “Or was this an attempt at seduction of your friend?”

  Jessica blushed. “I was going to feel her out. See if she’s open to playing.”

  “We’ll feel her up… I mean out… together then,” Shaun told her. “And don’t worry. I won’t let her know our real relationship.”

  “Yes, Sir.” A wave of happiness washed over her at the thought.

  As Shaun hung up, someone knocked at the door.

  “Come in,” he called out.

  Amanda entered, wearing a short jean skirt and halter top, a book bag slung over her shoulder. She shut the door behind her. Shaun swivelled his desk chair to face her.

  “What’s up?” he asked.

  “I have an offer for you,” she said, dropping the bag by her side.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I want to explore my sexuality with you,” she said. “I want to try all the things you’ve been trying to get me to do.”

  Shaun decided to taunt her. “You think that will make me take you back?” he asked.

  “No,” she replied. “It’s not about that.” She nervously twisted her skirt in her hands. “I just realized how much of a prude I was being. The last time we fucked cleared any doubt.”

  “How do I know this isn’t just manipulation?”

  “It’s not,” she said, her voice cracking a little. “I swear. I want to feel like that again. I want to feel more of it. I want to be…”

  “A slut?” Shaun asked.

  “No. I mean, yes. I… I don’t know. I’m not a slut. I mean not in public. But I’m willing to be one for you in private. To see what it’s like.”

  “My sluts do what I say,” he said firmly. “It can be degrading. I call them names. Sometimes I use them for my pleasure without letting them have any. Think you can handle that?”

  She hung her head. “Honestly. I don’t know. But I want to try.” She lifted her gaze to meet his, her hazel eyes hopeful. “Will you let me try?”

  “Take off your panties,” he said.

  She began to move to the bed.

  “Stop!” he snapped. “Did I tell you to come here?”

  She shook her head.

  “Take off your panties,” he said again.

  A tingle went through her body. She reached down and grabbed her panties. Shimmying them down, she pulled them over her shoes. She thought to remove the shoes first, but he hadn’t told her too, and he’d gotten angry when she moved without being told to. Soon she held them in her hand, not knowing whether to discard them or not.

  “Throw them here,” Shaun said. She did. “Put two fingers in your pussy and tell me if you’re wet.”

  She slipped her fingers inside her, surprised at the amount of heat she was generating. “Yes, Shaun. I’m wet.”

  “Good, slut,” he said. “Now, play with your clit.”

  She hesitated only a moment. She’d rarely masturbated and never in front of anyone, and being made to stand while doing it made her feel like she was on stage, performing. Her fingers went to work. Within moments her body began to respond.

  “How’s it feel?” Shaun asked.

  “Good,” she replied.

  “I’d like you to show me some more respect,” he told her.

  Her eyebrows raised. She thought she had been.

  “From now on,” Shaun continued. “When I tell you to do something, you’ll answer with ‘Yes, Sir.’ When I ask you a question, you end your answer with ‘Sir.’ Got it?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Shaun had grown to love the sound of that response. He eagerly looked forward to Jessica calling him “Master” after the ceremony he had planned for Saturday night.

  As Amanda continued to play, her body swayed. Moans escaped her lips. For moments her eyes would close, and she’d forget that Shaun was there watching her. As the erotic feelings spread through her body, her legs began to weaken. She wanted to sit or lie down, but Shaun sat there staring at her, drinking in her performance. When she saw the lust in his eyes, she enhanced that performance. If she was going to be a slut, she was going to be a great one. Her free hand went to her tit and squeezed. Her movements became more erotic. She wanted Shaun’s cock hard beneath his pants. When he adjusted himself in his seat, she smiled proudly.

  Her fingers worked faster. Shaun gave her an evil grin before sniffing her panties. “You were wet when you came in here, weren’t you?”

  She blushed again. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You’re cute when you blush,” he said. “Are you going to blush when you cum standing in front of me?”

  “Oh god!” she gasped, his words magnifying her arousal.

  “Is it turning you on, performing like a two-dollar whore?”

  Threads of electricity snaked through her body as her face turned redder.

  “Maybe I should throw you a dildo to fuck yourself with,” Shaun suggested.

  Her eyes widened at the suggestion. Then her body responded, and the orgasm crescendoed. “Fuuuuck,” she moaned as she dropped to one knee, her hand working furiously.

  “Stand,” Shaun ordered.

  She shot him an incredulous look. She could barely keep from falling over. “I can’t,” she gasped.

  Shaun rose from his chair and yanked her up by the hair. “You’ll do as I tell you, slut, or we won’t play.” He pushed her back until she slammed into the wall. His hand went to her clit and began frigging her like crazy.

  “Oh my god…” she moaned. Again, her legs began to give out, but he held her up firmly by her hair.

  “You want to be a slut, expect to be treated like a slut,” Shaun said. “Now, undo my pants and jack me off.”

  Her hands were almost a blur as she rushed eagerly to obey. He had to slow her down when she got hold of his c
ock. She jacked him off so hard and fast that it hurt. Once she settled into a good rhythm to make his cock stand big and proud, he had Amanda stop and push his pants to the floor.

  “Now, slut,” he said, pulling her up to face him. “Tell me what you want right now.”

  “I want you to use me, Sir,” she replied. “I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts.”

  “Before or after you cum on my fingers, slut?” he asked as he slid his hand under her skirt.

  Her body arched as she climaxed. “Oh, fuuuuck!” she screamed.

  “Sounds like after,” Shaun said. Spinning her around, he hiked up her skirt and shoved his dick in her cunt.

  “Fuck yeah!” she moaned. “Fuck me, Sir!”

  He hammered her against the wall. Her head hit it before she could brace herself, but she didn’t care. She adjusted her stance while thrusting back to meet him. Her body felt alive, on fire. She had thought she knew what sex was. Perhaps she did. But she’d never known fucking until recently.

  “Oh god, Sir,” she moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum again!”

  “Then cum all over my cock, slut,” he ordered. “Show me how much you love it.”

  She lost the ability to speak. “Ngggnggggngggg!”

  “Here we go,” Shaun said.

  To Amanda, it felt like an internal nuclear explosion. Her nails clawed into the wall, leaving eight-inch marks. Jolts of pleasure erupted through her body. She would have thrashed about more, but Shaun had gripped onto her waist to hold on for the ride he had known was coming. When she settled down enough, she whispered, “I love being a slut.”

  “On your knees,” Shaun said. “Face me.”

  She was soon staring right at his cock.

  “Suck it,” he ordered. He saw the huge smile break out on her face as she gobbled him up. When he was close, he had her pull down her top as he started to jack himself off. His cum sprayed on her face first and then her tits. He resisted the urge to grab his phone and take some pics, not knowing if she was that far gone mentally yet. Releasing his cock, he said, “Clean me.”

  In an instant, he was back in her mouth, though her actions were now slow and soothing. When she felt she’d done a good job, she eased off him. Looking up, she smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir.”