His Belonging - An Erotic Tale

by Amy Morrel

  “No, it isn't impertinent. I don't think I really understand your position though. How can you claim to be a possession but also claim to have preferences.”

  “Think of me like a pet, maybe? Your cat or dog doesn't want to be kicked, it wants to be petted and fed. It's still your cat or dog though, your possession. Does that help you see my position?”

  “Not really, but it gives me something to work with.”

  “Do you actually work that garden? If you keep me, would you mind if I did?”

  “Some, I haven't used the whole thing, it was too big for just me. But I do plant about a quarter of it. You're welcome to plant the rest if I let you stay, or the whole thing if you can grow what I normally would grow for myself.”

  Blake began to walk towards the front door, Courtney following along behind.

  “What do you normally plant?”

  “I plant spinach for myself, also onions, garlic, tomatoes, carrots, snow peas, broccoli, and potatoes. I blush to admit the last but they taste so much better when you harvest your own. I also normally put in a few other things to try each year. Just small patches of the others but that's how I decided to add snow peas to my list. The onions and garlic are already down for this coming season. Plus, if you like gardening, there's an herb box in the back yard that you can't see from here.”

  “Herbs? What kind do you have?”

  “I have a few rose bushes bordering it that I harvest the rose hips from. In the herb box I have some mint varieties that are heavily sectioned off from everything else, some anise hyssop, borage, lemon balm, and chamomile. I don't grow much for show, everything is either edible or is designed to draw in insects to pollinate the rest of the plants. My grandfather used to provide all his own vegetables and makings for herbal teas. I guess I picked up the habit from him, it was reinforced after eating the commercially available versions of the same things he grew.”

  “My mom used to grow lots of our food when I was growing up. Nothing tasted better than food straight from the garden to the table. I still miss it sometimes.”

  “Well, maybe you won't have to miss it so much any more. It isn't straight from the garden but I normally grow more than I can use in the summer and can or dehydrate my extras to use the rest of the year. We can use some in tonight's dinner if you like.”

  Blake paused to unlock his door. Up until a couple of years back, he didn't even bother to lock it most of the time but since lots of the local houses had gone up for sale or been foreclosed on, he no longer knew a lot of the people living around him and thought it safer to keep it locked all the time.

  “And here is my home, since you haven't run I'm guessing that you're prepared to back up your story?”

  “I'm looking forward to it actually, if you want me to back it up the way I'm hoping you do.”

  Blake escorted her into his home. He took his own coat off and hung it up. Despite the chilly late winter weather Courtney hadn't had a coat with her. Taking her duffel bag, he escorted her into the living room of his house. He placed her duffel on the coffee table and turned to look at her:

  “You don't mind if I look inside your bag, do you?”

  “Go right ahead, since it's mine and I'm yours, it is yours by extension.”

  Blake shook his head again when she claimed him as her owner but opened the bag up. Inside it contained two full changes of clothing, a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a hair brush, a small cosmetics kit, a few other hygienic items, and not much else except for a single book. The lone book in the bag reinforced to Blake that Courtney was a person, not a belonging. Her actions, however, indicated that she believed otherwise. Idly he picked up the book and scanned the title, it was 'The Hobbit', one of Tolkien's classics. He had a copy of it himself on the shelf in his library upstairs.

  “Do you read much Courtney?”

  “I love to read when I have access to books.”

  “Do I have a surprise for you then. I'll show you later on.”

  “Thank you, I think. I may thank you again later depending on what the surprise is. I know you wanted to test me now but do you have a shower I could use? Raymond hadn't let me shower in a couple of days and I feel really grungy.”

  “Certainly you can use the shower. I'm sorry I didn't show you where things were already, let me give you the nickel tour then the shower is all yours. I'll show you the downstairs later on, the basement is unfinished but I still use it some.”

  Blake took Courtney through the upper stories of the house, showing her where things were. He specifically left off the library for his surprise later on. Once he had showed her around he took her to the second floor bathroom, which had the shower he used himself and was the cleanest one in the house, and told her to help herself to anything she might need. Within a minute of closing the door he heard the shower start running.

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  Chapter 5 – The Test

  Blake had settled into the couch in the living room, book in hand. He only had part of his mind on the book, the rest was on how he should test Courtney. So far he had decided on ordering her to strip since he figured if her story was true she shouldn't have a problem with that. If the story wasn't true he couldn't see her willingly stripping in front of a stranger. Beyond that he figured he could order her to give him head and he'd know if she was as good as she claimed. He hadn't given it any thought beyond that yet. None of it would prove her story beyond a doubt but he couldn't figure out a way that he could test her completely in a quick fashion. Time would tell, but there was no fast way to test it that he could think of.

  He was really puzzled though since if the story wasn't true he couldn't think of a reason anyone would set up something this elaborate with himself as the target. Yeah, he'd bounced a few guys but most of them knew it was coming and more often than not the next time he saw them they'd apologize for their behavior. Not always, and there were a few that he had bounced with extreme prejudice, but he just couldn't see any of them setting this up or how it would benefit them.

  When Blake realized he had just scanned the same page five times he set the book down on the end table. He realized he was as nervous as he normally got on the first date with a new girlfriend. He shook his head wonderingly, evidently his subconscious had gotten his hopes up that this was for real and maybe he'd finally found a woman that he didn't have to worry about cheating on him. That was always what he wondered about someone right before his first date with them. Then he'd forget his worries if the new girl seemed to like him. So far, during his adult life, that had gotten him stung repeatedly.

  He heard a light sound on the stairs and realized that he hadn't heard the shower on for a few minutes now.

  “I hope you don't mind” said Courtney, “I didn't want to put those clothes back on without cleaning them and I left the rest in my bag down here.”

  Blake turned and his jaw dropped. Courtney was standing in the middle of the stairs, nude as the day she was born. Blake could see everything about her physically from the front. She had dried her body and hair as best as she could but the hair was still quite damp, the moisture emphasizing the red highlights near her scalp. The rest hung tamely down her back so he couldn't see the lighter highlights at the ends. Her skin was colored as though she had a tan, despite the time of year. The light yellowish tint he had noticed earlier on could be seen here and there, highlighting her skin tone. She was trim and fit all over with just enough softness visible to enhance her femininity. She had a classic hourglass figure with a large ribcage, a small waist, and hips that flared out just like the classic hand gesture used by men for years to describe an attractive woman's figure.

  He could also see her breasts clearly and she had no need to wear a bra as there was no sag to them whatsoever. He guessed that they were slightly smaller than the most his hands could hold. Her nipples were large, erect, and slightly upturned, protruding from hot pink areolae. Courtney had no hair visible on her body except for that hanging from her scalp. She had removed the rest of it
. Her pussy was a dark pink and clearly visible to him. When she noticed his gaze there she subtly shifted her stance to reveal even more of it.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  “Ummmm” answered Blake wittily.

  “I'll take that as a yes. Would you prefer I stay like this or get dressed? If you want me to stay like this you might like to close the curtains. I don't mind putting on a show but they're your neighbors and you'd know best how they might react.”

  “Yes” said Blake, belatedly answering Courtney's first question, “and yes, I'll close the curtains.”

  Blake got up and shut the curtains. When he turned Courtney had sprawled herself on the couch. Her legs were slightly spread, revealing even more of her pussy to him. Beads of moisture dripped along the edges of it and he was pretty sure that they weren't from the shower.

  “You said something about testing me I think?” Courtney asked boldly.

  “Yes, well...” Blake had to think quickly, obviously his ploy of ordering her to strip had just gone out the window. He proceeded with the rest of his plan.

  “I can easily verify one of the things in your story, so we'll start with that. You said you were excellent at oral sex. I think I've had enough of it in my lifetime to be a good judge of quality for it.”

  “Okay, sit down please unless you want me to start with you standing up. I'll warn you though, I've weakened men's legs with my womanly wiles before so if you choose to stand and end up falling down, please don't blame me.”

  Courtney offered up a humorous grin to go with her warning.

  “No, that's okay. I'll sit.”

  Blake moved back to the couch and sat beside Courtney. As he did so she smoothly slid from the couch to land on her knees. She pivoted on her knees to face him and leaned over. Blake's gaze shifted down as she closed in on him. He watched her unbutton his jeans using nothing but her teeth and then grasp his zipper tab between her front teeth and draw it down. While he was distracted by the actions of her teeth he hadn't noticed her fiddling with his shoes. Now she slid them both off, grasped the legs of his pants and began a slow steady tug. It only took him a moment to realize that he'd need to help her at this point before he lifted his butt to free the pants. As soon as he did, they slid smoothly down his legs and she removed them. She leaned in with her teeth once more, drawing down the front of his boxer briefs far enough to get to his cock. She didn't have to move them very far since the sight of her in all her nude glory, followed by her rather erotic means of opening his pants had him as hard as he could ever remember being.

  She began by licking his cock head, slowly and gently at first. Laving it with long, wet strokes of her nimble tongue. She swirled her tongue around his head and under the bottom edges of it then began to work her way down. When she ran into the fabric of his underwear, her tongue snaked under the edge of it to lick a little bit more of his cock. She finally gave in, reached up and slowly drew his underwear down. Her tongue swirled its way down his cock, paying attention to each new section revealed as his underwear slid lower and lower. Finally his underwear were down, his cock fully revealed. She quickly slid his underwear off to join his pants in a pile on the floor.

  Courtney smiled a huge smile up at Blake and leaned her head into his lap once again. This time her lips pursed together and she kissed the top of his cock. The tip of her tongue slid into the slit at the end of his cock, sliding back and forth as though she were french kissing it. She relaxed the pressure of her lips and slid him into her mouth. At first she only took him head deep. She ran her tongue under the edge at the bottom of the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive skin of his shaft just under the rim formed where the head stopped and the shaft began. She withdrew her mouth from his cock and gazed into his face:

  “I do need to know, are you going to judge me on how quickly I can get you off or how much pleasure I can give you in the process? There are two basic ways to give head: quick and fast to get the man off as quickly as possible, or long and slow to torture the man with pleasure. Which one will help me score better on your test?”

  Blake's mind was already blown. She had already put more care and attention into her efforts than any of his previous girlfriends had put into entire blow jobs.

  “Whichever you prefer?” he answered.

  “Okay, I'll torture you with pleasure for a little bit and then when you can't take it any more I'll make you cum so quickly your head spins.” Courtney smirked at her own pun and returned her attention to Blake's cock.

  This time she slid her mouth straight down his cock about half way. Her hand slid up to the base of his cock, encircling it and gently applying pressure. She began to move her hand up and down slowly, bobbing her mouth in time with her hand. She varied the pressure of her hand and her lips, keeping them synchronized for a few minutes then contrasting the two with her hand applying firm pressure while he could barely feel her lips in contact with his cock and vice versa.

  After a while of the contrast Blake began to squirm a bit. The feelings were intense but at the same time they were slightly distracting. He could certainly credit the part of her story where she was distracting gamblers with this style of blow job.

  When Blake began to squirm, Courtney let him do so for a few minutes and then switched styles again. She removed her hand from the base of his cock, sliding it down the shaft and onto his scrotum, she fondled his testicles through the outer skin as her mouth began to slide farther and farther down his cock. Within a minute, she was taking the head of his cock deep into her throat. She lodged it in her throat and then swallowed. Blake let out a groan of pleasure. Sliding back up his cock, Courtney began to hum lightly, just a long 'Mmmmm' sound, as though she were savoring a delicious flavor. As she buried his cock in her throat one more she continued the hum and Blake let out yet another groan. When she got him lodged into her throat and swallowed once more she had to stop humming for a moment but began once again as soon as she physically could.

  Blake's head was spinning. He'd never had a blow job that was even half as good as this one. The woman was swallowing his cock! When she hummed, he could feel her throat rippling along the skin of his cock causing a sensation that was entirely new, and incredibly erotic, to him. At this point he was willing to believe anything Courtney told him. He couldn't think of a way that a woman as young as she was could get this good at oral sex without some serious training.

  Courtney's hand continued to stroke and play with the sensitive skin on Blake's scrotum. Very light pinches and a hint of fingernail applied to the skin brought reactions all out of proportion to the effort involved. Her favorite so far in this encounter was when she had Blake buried in her throat, swallowing several times in succession. While she did that she drew her fingernails lightly over the entire length of his scrotum, ending with her fingernails against her own lip as she ran out of skin to continue drawing them across.

  Blake began to squirm again, he desperately wanted to cum but Courtney seemed to notice whenever he started to get close and back off to something nearly as pleasurable as whatever she had just been doing but less intense enough that he found his orgasm backing off. Not once did the thought occur to him that he could just order her to make him cum. He was enjoying this blow job more than a lot of the sexual encounters he had previously had, not just previous blow jobs but the whole shooting match, intercourse and all.

  Courtney noticed Blake start to squirm once more and raised herself to take the head of his cock out of her throat. She laved him with her tongue inside of her mouth, swirling it around the base of his cock. Pretty soon, if she wasn't mistaken, she'd need to use her next trick to keep him from cumming. Preparing for that she removed her hand from his scrotum and lowered it to his calf, her other hand taking its place on the other calf. Most men would tense their calves up right before cumming, if you massaged them just as they were tensing up, it would delay their orgasm and most of them would never notice or know why.

  Blake noticed Courtney's hands mov
e to his legs. His calves were tensed and she started to loosen them. As she did so, she bobbed her head once more to bury the head of his cock in her throat. Blake was sure that he was about to let go with a massive wave of cum but as she swallowed around his cock he simply let out another groan. He didn't understand, he'd always known when he was about to cum and this was the third time he'd been wrong in the past five minutes.

  Courtney's strong hands moved along the muscles of Blake's calves, loosening them over and over as they tried to tense back up. She slid her head back up so that Blake's cock was only in her mouth and not in her throat. As she did so she gave her head a slight twist. In addition to pushing the head of his cock into the side of her mouth, her nearly dry hair came sweeping out from behind her back, brushing Blake's inner thighs and scrotum. She was almost ready to let Blake cum, she had just been hoping that he'd tell her to make him cum first but she thought that she had demonstrated her skills sufficiently.

  Blake felt a feathery stroking along the inside of his thighs and along his scrotum. With Courtney's mouth around his cock and her hands on his calves he couldn't possibly envision what she was using. It was the final straw though, he desperately wanted to open his eyes and look but he was so tensed up that he couldn't get his eyes to open.

  “Oh God, I need to cum!” he cried out.

  It wasn't a command but Courtney figured it was close enough. She took her hands from his calves, grabbing her own hair and firmly stroking it over his scrotum and inner thighs again. At the same time she bobbed her head down to take his cock fully into her throat one last time. This time, she was as careful to get her breasts rubbing against his leg as she had been to keep her breasts from coming into contact with them earlier. She twisted her chest gently, rubbing her breasts back and forth across his legs as she stroked him with her hair. When she swallowed around his cock once more, it was too much for Blake and he erupted in an orgasm that locked every muscle in his body, even his teeth were clenched.