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A Master's Whip

Jamie Springheels Played by [Yami] Doctor Jaxon Kells played by [Piercedskull]
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Jaxon groaned, laying over the throne like chair. This was ridiculous. More ridiculous than his old house. Why? Why in the world would his grandfather leave all this to him? He didn't even know the man! All he knew was that the bastard died and now he owns what apparently is a damn castle. He sighed looking at the list of numbers he was suppose to call. Itingo, Manuel, Alex... one caught his eye. "Kuro. Call for Jamie..." Jaxon sighed and leaned over, grabbing the phone and dialing the number, waiting for Kuro to answer.

The demon picked up, pressing the phone to a pointed ear. "Moshi-moshi." He murmured into the receiver.

"Hi, I'm looking for...." he looked at the paper. "Kuro? I'm the grandson of Timothy Kells. He left numbers for me to call and you were one of them."

"This is he. A pleasure to speak with you, young Mr. Kells. What is it I can do for you?" He picked his nails a bit.

"Just call me Jaxon... I'm apparently calling for..." he looked at the paper. "Something called a Jamie?"

"Yes, he will be coming to you shortly, he's just finishing up his training. Perhaps another hour or so."

"Wait. Training? For what? What do mean he's coming here? I don't need a nanny. I'm an adult, I can make my own soup and do my own laundry."

"Oh... that is cute... no, no... he's not a nanny... you'll see when he gets there..." Kuro chuckles.

"What if I don't want it?" He groaned. "Damn it I didn't ask for this..."

"He's already been bought and paid for, and if you don't take him, he'll be sent back and you don't want to know what will happen to him if he gets sent back..." Kuro replied, lighting a cigarette and leaning back in his seat.

"Yes, but do I reeeallly care about what happens?" he sighed, lighting his own cigarette.

"Ever wonder how they make large cuts of meat?" Kuro murmurs cryptically. "Just take care of him when he gets there, ok? I got to go." The demon hangs up.

"No, I don't." Jaxon pouted. "Hey, wait I'm not-" he looked at the phone. "Great... fuck."

A few hours later the door bell rang. When Jaxon opened the door a large male minotaur stood there with a large bag over his shoulder.

Jaxon opened the door and looked up, cigarette between his lips. ".... can I help you?"

The bull pushed past Jaxon and dumped the bag upside down onto the floor. "Your order." He snorted and left with the bag. What he'd dumped out was a bound, gagged and blindfolded rabbit boy. White ears flopped over his messy white hair and ears. He wore only pastel pink short shorts and was obviously cold. He slumped forward, trembling on the cold marble floor.

Jaxon grunted as he was pushed. "Rude." He watched the bull walk away, then looked at the rabbit. He walked over, untying and ungagging the boy. He pulled away the blind fold. ".... hello... I'm Jaxon."

The rabbit refused to look up, his long, silky, white ears flopped over his eyes. He rubbed his wrists gently over rope burns. "Hullo, Master. My given name is Jamie, what will you call me?" He recited softly.

Jaxon looked mildly uncomfortable. "Probably stick to Jamie. That's easy to remember... uh... do you wana see your room? And do you like broccoli cheddar soup?"

"I will eat what I'm given." He murmurs softly, everything that came out of his mouth seemed to be rehearsed.

Jaxon pursed his lips, getting tired of this 'yessir' voice. He stood up. "Alright, you're going to need to stop this shit if you're guna live here. I can't deal with this timid "yes senpai" attitude. Here are the only rules you have here. Address me as Jaxon or Dr. Kells. Nothing else, not master, not sir. If I ask you to do something, do it because I'll only ask once. Your job is to clean. I don't need things to be glittering in the moonlight. Just neat ish. That's it."

Jamie tensed and curled into himself. "Yes, Dr. Kells..." It was the closest thing to 'sir' he was given. He couldn't just stop behaving the way six months of training had taught him to behave. "I'm sorry, Dr. Kells..." He murmurs, his head still down. "I'll get to work right away."

"The house is clean for now. Go get yourself some food." Jaxon got up. "You have free roam, kay?"

"Yes, Dr. Kells..." Jamie slowly pulls himself to his hands and knees, carefully standing up. He hid a wince and a whimper as he did, slowly limping toward where he thought the kitchen was.

Jaxon followed after him to the kitchen. "... why are you walking funny?"

"S-Sorry, Dr. Kells... my legs hurt..." He curls into himself.

"Why? Are they sprained?" He asked.

"They never healed right from being broken...and the bindings aggravated the issue..." He murmured.

Jaxon sighed and picked him up, bring him to the kitchen table and laying him down. He examined the feet, thinking. "That's an easy fix, but the initial adjust will be a bitch. After that it's a few days of staying off your feet, then you'll be fine... Want me to fix it?"

"Oh, no, Dr. Kells. I can't service you if I'm off my feet for days. I'll just deal with the pain, it's alright..." He looked away. The pain was unbearable, but he'd deal with it, he had to, right?

"And you also can't service me if you get hurt anymore than you are. Listen, you're a nice kid. I may not be the nicest person out there, but I'm not an asshole. I don't know where you came from or who taught you what, but I'm not going to be a dick for no reason." He gently massaged the bunny's ankles. "I'm going to fix you up, you're going to rest and then we are going to continue this whole... thing."

Jamie looked at him in udder shock. "Thank you Dr. Kells... It means so much to me..." His eyes tear up.

"You're welcome... Now I'm going to give you pain killers now cause this is going to hurt, alright?"

Jamie nods and rubs his tears away on his palm.

Jaxon grabbed some material, filling a syringe with pain killers and injecting him with it after cleaning the spot. "Tell me when you are numb."

Jamie squeaks softly in pain. He waited for a moment. "O-okay... I'm numb..."

The doctor nodded and got some bindings ready. He took Jamie's foot and cracked it. He would feel nothing, but the sound was sickening. He set and wrapped the foot before doing the other. "Alright, stay off it. When you start hurting again, tell me."

The words fell on deaf ears as the rabbit had fainted from the sound of his foot cracking the way it did.

Jaxon looked up and sighed. "... Rabbits." He scooped the bunny up and takes him to his bedroom, stripping and crawling into bed with him.

Jamie snuggled up to him for warmth his nose to his chest, forehead to his collarbone. His hands held gently on to him.

Jaxon sighed, yawning. He was tired for once, so he cuddled into the rabbit, falling asleep.

Morning broke through the curtains, bathing the room in light. Jamie was no longer in the bed, but down stairs pushing through the pain to make breakfast and clean up. He'd made Chicken and rice soup for Jaxon and now balanced on one foot to wash dishes.

Jaxon got up groggily, getting his glasses and going downstairs. He looked at the bunny and sighed, going over and picking him up. "What part of rest didn't you get?"

Jamie squeaked. "N-No please! I must do something! M-my pancakes will burn!" He squirmed, giving him as many excuses as he could muster.

Jaxon placed him on the couch, putting the soup on low and plating the pancakes. "What do you like on your pancakes?"

"Honestly... I don't know... I've only ever made them, I've never eaten one..." His pink orbs lowered.

Jaxon sighed deeply. He plated the food, then put whipped cream, syrup, chocolate syrup, butter and fresh fruit on the side. The brought it over. "Here, you can try these things and see what you like...."

Jamie looked the plate over. "I-.... I don't know what some of these taste like..." He murmurs, feeling dumb.

"That's why you try them. Don't worry about allergies, I have an allergy to strawberries but I eat them anyways. Epipens are everywhere." He poured himself a bowl of soup.

"A-are any of these made from animals?" He cut a pancake into a small slice.

"No, no animal products.. I mean the butter is made of milk, but the rest is fine." Jaxon sat down and sighed.

Jamie tried a few things quietly, not wanting to annoy his master more.

"If you don't like it, don't eat it." Jaxon commented. "I'll get you something else if that's the case."

Jamie ate slowly, remembering every flavor.

Jaxon ate his soup quietly, thumbing through a magazine. "Is there anything you need or want?"

"No, I'll get myself a glass of water, Dr. Kells...." Jamie smiled softly, pulling himself to stand.

"Sit your ass back down." Jaxon groaned, going into the kitchen to get him a glass of water. "Seriously, you're bad at listening."

Jamie squeaked and fell back down. He listened just fine, he just didn't want Jaxon doing everything for him.

Jaxon handed him the water. "There.."

"Thank you, Dr. Kells..." He murmured, his ear bounced as his he drank.

"You're welcome." Jaxon sat back on the couch and sighed, leaning back.

Jamie finished his food and limped over to wash the dishes.

Jaxon took his dishes before he could and washed them.. "Look, kid. Until you're better, you aren't a slave. You're a guest, kay?"

Jamie looked down. "O-okay..." He limped over to the couch and curled up.

Jaxon did the dishes, then walked back over. "Do you need anything?"

Jamie quickly shook his head, though his body shook slightly. He still only wore the pink shorts and goosebumps covered his skin.

"You are ridiculous." He went to a closet, coming back with a warm fluffy robe. "Here."

Jamie looked up , one ear flopped over his face. He looked confused but took the robe and wrapped it around himself.

"Now then. Is there anything else you need? I have appointments." He sighed.

Jamie shook his head and hid in the plush fibers of the robe.

"Uhhuh. Well here's a cell phone. If you need something, text me. Even if its a glass of water. I'm serious, I don't want you on your feet." He warned.

"I... I don't know how to use a cell phone, Dr. Kells..." Jamie whimpers, embarrassed.

Jaxon sighed, sitting beside him. He gave him a quick lesson on the cell phone, the tv, and the gamestation. "See? simple..."

Jamie nods, trying to remember it all. "Dr. Kells? I... I need to use the bathroom..." He looks down.

Jaxon scooped him up, carrying him to the bathroom. "Don't worry about this, I was a home aid for old people once upon a time... that shit sucked."

"I'm so sorry... I'm a bad pet... I'll make it up to you, I swear..." Jamie whimpers, sitting down and peeing after pulling his shorts down.

Jaxon helped him stand as needed. He didn't mind. "You're not a bad pet. You're a bunny thing that was dealt a shitty hand when it comes to life..."

"But I'm not doing as a pet should.." He pulled up his shorts and wrapped himself back up, shivering.

Jaxon carried him to the couch, bundling him in a heat blanket, turning it on medium. "Because you were taught that I'm going to beat you and treat you like a lesser being. You're trying to please a man that doesn't need to be pleased."

"I was taught a lot of things..." He murmured softly.

"Like?" He asked.

"How to cook, clean, pleasure a man..." He muttered the last part.

"An the consequence waaas?" He asked.

"If I messed up I was whipped, smacked, starved, over heated, frozen, my legs were both broken... I had fur torn out, burnt, denied bathroom privileges, cut..."

Jaxon twitched a bit. "Yeaah... I'm not going to do that." He sighed, pulling out his phone and sending some texts.

"I was once in suspended bondage for twelve hours..." Jamie shivered and curled up tighter.

"That sounds horrendous." Jaxon winced, getting up. "I cancelled my appointments for the next week. That way I can make sure you heal correctly."

Jamie tensed, his ears going up a bit. "Oh! But Ma-... Dr. Kells! Y-You didn't have to do that!" He whimpered.

"Its fine." Jaxon waved it off. "What do you wana do?"

"I-I'm ok with just sitting here... unless you want me to do something." He let his ears flop back down.

"Nope. Everything's fine. Tell me when you need something." He pulled out a syringe, filling it with something and injecting himself.

Jamie tilts his head in confusion of the injection.

Jaxon noticed the look. "Vicodin. 1800 milligrams. I need it for headaches."

Jamie sits up. "O-Oh! Doctor Kells! Please let me care for you..." He whimpers.

"No. I'm always in a constant state of pain." Jaxon shrugged.

Jamie whimpered softly. "What can I do to help you...?

"Nothing." Jaxon stretched. "When you're me, there's nothing in the world that will help. You should rest."

"But..." He paused. "Yes, Doctor Kells..." He closed his eyes and snuggled into the warmth.

Jaxon patted his head. "I'm guna go unpack some stuff."

"Okay..." Jamie ducks under the blankets up to his eyes.

He raised a brow and smiled a little, sighing and walking off.

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"Yeah?" I answered, turning from my computer screen to see her.

"Amanda's out this morning and she said you should take care of Misses Lankford when she came in."

"Misses Lankford. Why do I know that name?" I asked quietly while I searched my brain. I finally looked up at Celia shaking my head in confusion.

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"Sounds like you aren't happy with your choice."

"Don't get me wrong. It's been great, and the money, well the money can be pretty damn good. But sometimes I wonder what life would have been like if I had settled down with my boyfriend from high school instead of running off to become an exotic dancer."

"Well, if you believe 'em, they say that there are an infinite number of possible parallel universes and time lines. Each time we reach a decision that could go two ways, a new time line is spawned, one where we decide one way and another where we decide the other. And this happens for everyone every day. Personally I think that may be partly true, but instead of being unlimited combinations, there are certain events that we're bound to reach, no matter what our previous choices. Given that, I would guess that even if you had married him you'd still be the hot star that you are." I told her.

"You really think so? That I was destined to become a porn star?"

"Well, it's what ended up being the main focus in your life right now, so yeah, I think probably it would be.

"Hmmm." She said thoughtfully. "I guess that does make sense."

"So shall we go see your dresses?"

"Yes, on one condition. You stay with me while I try them on." She said firmly.

"You're the customer." I answered hesitantly, standing up and holding a hand out to her. She took my hand and I led her out of my office and through the doors onto the shop floor. It surprised me that she continued to hold my hand snuggly as I lead her down to the finished dress room. I opened the door with my free hand, the lights coming on automatically as I stepped in and led Misty into the large room. "It'll take me a minute to find your stuff." I told her as gently extracted my hand from hers and started walking along the rack that ran all the way around the room, checking the little tags on the hangers to match them to my sheets. This definitely needed to change!

"Here we are." I said as I finally located her dresses and pulled them from the rack. I carried them to a free standing rack in the middle of the room that had two long, padded, burgundy leather benches on either side of it. "I'll let you try them on. The mirror is right there." I said, pointing to the little stage with mirrors surrounding it that was at the end of the pair of benches. "And if you prefer a little more privacy there is a dressing room in the corner over there."

"You're not going to leave, are you?" She asked, reaching out and grabbing at my sleeve to keep me from walking away. "You really don't need to, it's not like I'm bashful or anything."

"I just thought..." I said a little defensively.

"Oh come now. You're not going to pass up the chance to see these beauties in person, are you?" She asked sweetly, letting go of my sleeve and moving her hands to the bottom of the oversized t-shirt she wore. She gave me a wink and then skimmed the shirt up over her head, dropping it on the bench she stood next to. "You know. I can't just buy dresses off the rack. With these babies everything has to be custom made, even my bras." She said as she pulled the skin tight tank top type shirt up and off, exposing a huge purple lace bra that supported and encased her massive tits.

"So have you ever watched any of my movies?" She asked as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, shaking the straps off her shoulders and letting it slide down to expose her huge tits, each one topped with a large round pink areola and erect nipple nearly as large around as my thumb.

"Um. Yeah a few." I answered as I stared at her tits.

"Just a few? I bet you wished you could reach through the screen and grab them, didn't you?"

"Maybe a time or two."

"I'm sure it was much more than a time or two. Come on. You can touch them. They don't bite." She said, taking a step closer to me and reaching for my hands. She pulled my hands up and placed each one on a breast, my palm covering her nipples and areolas before she began to slowly rub them around the front of her tits.

"You sure you want me to do this?" I asked, still staring at her tits in my hands.

"Very sure." She said, taking another partial step closer to me so that her huge tits were only a few inches from my chest.

"I guess you get groped a lot." I said, unable to stop myself from giving her big tits a gentle squeeze as I continued rubbing them after she pulled her hands off.

"Yeah, I do. But it's always either a horny ass director trying to get a freebee or another actor who's just doing what they need to for the camera. It's been a long time since anyone asked me if it was ok to touch them."

"Hazard of the trade I suppose." I said, sliding my hands down under each massive breast so I could heft them. I guessed that each one had to weigh at least fifteen pounds as I gently hefted them. "Kind of like me and computers. Everyone wants free computer work done. I guess for you they expect free sex."

"Yeah. Seems that way." She said as she moved her hands down to her pants. She undid the snap of her jeans and wiggled her ass while she pushed them down, forcing the almost skin tight material over her huge round ass cheeks. "Are you enjoying holding them?"

"Um Sorry." I said, pulling my hands back as if I had just grabbed something hot.

"No, I didn't want you to stop." She said, reaching out for my hands and pulling them back against her bare breasts. "I just wanted to know if you were enjoying it."

"Yeah, I kind of am." I answered her with a bit of an embarrassed grin.

"You know. I kind of do too." She said as she took hold of my wrists and slowly pulled me back with her until she could sit down on the padded bench. "Would you mind helping me with my jeans?" She asked sweetly.

"Sure." I said, reaching down as she lifted one leg for me, leaning herself back against her hands as she did so.

I pulled off her surprisingly low heels, maybe two inches long, and then tugged her pants the rest of the way down her leg and off her foot. I was a bit surprised to see her wearing beige thigh high stockings under the pants. She lifted the other leg and allowed me to pull that leg off as well, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and an extremely skimpy purple panty.

"So which do you think I should try on first?" She asked as she stood back up, her huge tits swinging and wiggling as she moved. She pulled the five hangers off the rack and held the dresses in front of her one at a time until she decided to try on a short red stretchy one. "How about this one?" She asked, hanging the others on the rack.

"Uh. Sure." I answered as she pulled the material off the hanger and gingerly stepped into the long slim tube of material. I had my doubts if it would actually go over her large round posterior, but as she pulled it up it stretched and slipped over her. She put her arms through the two shoulder loops and then wiggled her monster tits into the material. "Would you zip me?" She asked nicely as she turned her back to me.

"Sure." I answered as I stepped back over to her and gently grabbed the small zipper that was nearly half way down her butt, and zipped the back of the knee length dress up to the base of her neck.

"Well, what do you think?" She asked, turning to face me as she bounced her breasts up in the dress to settle them. The stretchy material seemed to cling to her body like a second skin, curving in and around both breasts before hugging her stomach and flaring out over her wide hips. The red material seemed to almost shimmer in the light and the skirt portion swished in soft gentle movements below her thighs as she spun for me.

"I think you look like a million bucks!" I answered honestly.

"Thank you! That is sweet of you." She said as she walked the length of the bench to step on the stage and look at herself in the mirrors. "It does accentuate my assets, doesn't it?" She said with a giggle, looking at how it clung to her big butt and huge tits. "Tell me, if you saw me walking toward you in this, would it make you horny?"

"Yeah it would." I answered as she turned again in the mirror.

"Good!" She said brightly as she stepped down and sauntered over to me, her feet practically crossing over each other as she made her hips swing seductively on the way. "You know. Most guys that are going to get to see me in this will just have to imagine taking it off me. You get to actually do it!" She said, turning her back to me and waiting expectantly.

"Uh huh." I gulped as I unzipped her dress and stepped back.

"You're not leaving it like that, are you?" She asked, looking over her shoulder with a pout on her lips.

"Um No." I answered, stepping back over and slipping my hands between her shoulders and the red straps of the dress. I gently pushed the material over her shoulders and down her arms, peeling the form fitting material down her body, exposing her breasts again as I pushed lower. I ran out of reach and had to pull my hands back up to her waist to start again, sliding my hands down the bare skin of her hips as I rolled the dress over her round ass and then slid it down her legs. I squatted down to help her step out of the dress, my face nearly pressing against her bare ass as she bent over to balance herself on the bench in front of us.

"I wish I always had you there to undress me. You have a very gentle touch that is a huge turn on. Women must love getting undressed by you!" She said as she straightened up and looked down at me gathering up the dress.

"Oh. I don't usually get to undress many women." I answered honestly, standing back up and moving past her to the rack to hang the dress back on its hanger.

"Too bad. You'd be a big hit. I know, I've been undressed by more men than I can count. It's not often I get tingly at a man taking off my dress."

"Sorry. I wasn't trying to..." I started to say before she interrupted me.

"You really can't take a compliment can you?"

"Um. Not too used to it, no." I answered.

"Hmmmmm. Amanda is going to have to do something about that!" She said emphatically as she reached for the biggest dress on the rack, a large strapless green satin dress. "Let's do this one next."

"Ok." I answered taking the dress she held out and pulling it gently off the hanger.

"This is for my friend's wedding. I'm the matron of honor." She said as she took the dress from me and sat down on the edge of the bench. She carefully slid the dress up both legs as far as she could before gathering the huge puffy skirt up so she could stand up again. She reached out with her free hand, which I took to help her stand back up. Once standing, she carefully wiggled her body, while tugging the dress upward, working the material up until the top cupped and encased her huge tits. She turned around again, exposing her nearly bare back to me. "Could you please?"

"Sure." I answered, pulling the zipper up as far as it would go.

"Perfect fit!" She said with a grin. "It's almost like you were standing behind me holding them up!"

"It does look like it fits well." I said, feeling a little red in my cheeks at the thought of standing behind her with her massive tits in my hands. I watched her ass swing in the flowing dress, her feet barely visible. She hiked the dress up to step onto the platform and then spun herself with a girlish giggle, making the bottom of the dress flare out as she spun.

"So what do you think?"

"I think you better not get too active at the reception." I answered, looking at how low cut the front of the dress was and how much her huge creamy breasts was showing.

"You think?" She asked, stepping down off the platform. She walked over and put her hands in the air and started gyrating in an incredibly sexy dance. She swung her hips and reached out to put her hands on my shoulders. "Come on. Dance with me." She said with a smile, rocking her hips and swishing her dress seductively.

"I'm not much of a dancer I'm afraid." I answered as I stood there with her swaying back and forth in front of me.

"Ohhhhh Come on. Just move with me. It's not hard." She encouraged. "Just put your hands on my hips and move with me."

I did as she said and put my hands on her hips, gripping her waist just above where the skirt of the dress attached to the bodice.

"Good. Now sway your hips with me." She said with a smile.

I did my best but was still moving rather stiffly.

"Ohhh You can do better than that!" She said. "Here! Let's try this!" She said spinning around between my arms and grabbing my hands. She held my hands on her waist and then backed up until her big round butt was pressed against me. She let go of my hands and reached back, grabbing at my hips and pulling me tightly to her ass. "Now move with me." She encouraged as she began swaying her hips again.

"Not sure this is working so well." I told her, afraid she was going to realize just how hard I'd gotten in the last few minutes.

"Sure it is. You're moving a lot better. Aren't you having fun?"

"Oh yeah, I'm having a great time." I answered her.

"I can tell." She said with a giggle. "I haven't ever had a man try so hard to hide the fact he has a hard on. Most guys want to flaunt it hoping I'll just jump their bones."

"Well, you are Amanda's friend. I wouldn't want to take advantage."

"You are sooooo cute!" She said with a laugh, stopping her dancing and stepping away. "Would you unzip me please?"

"Sure." I said, pulling the little tab down her back.

She wiggled out of the dress, bending over in front of me, her round ass pushing out at me along with her panty covered pussy. As she stepped out of the dress, her legs spread and I could easily see the dark spot soaked into the purple material.

"Now. How about the next dress?" She asked, reaching for the empty dress hanger. She carefully put that one back on the rack and then pulled a small red dress off the hanger. She held her hands up and wiggled it down over her head, pulling it down like a t-shirt until it covered her like a stretchy tube from the top of her tits to just about the middle of her thighs. The material clung to her and molded to her curves making her figure look very much like an hour glass, her big bust, her much smaller waist and then her large round hips and ass.

"Wow." I said without thinking.

"I'll take that as a good comment. I guess it looks good?"

"Yeah. If you're looking for a dress that drips sex....yeah it's perfect."

"You think?"

"Yeah. Only thing is you can't wear anything under it. Your panties are showing right through."

"They are? We can't have that!" she said, reaching up under the bottom of the dress and quickly pulling the panties down and off. "That better?" She asked as she raised her arms and wiggled her ass around, doing a slow turn as she gyrated her body sexily.

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As a submissive, I understand how hard it is to face your Dominant and ask them to play or have sex or what have you. When I was new I thought that asking for these things was a boundary you just didn't cross. My belief that the Dominant was supposed to do things to you and you were just at their disposal came from internet reading back then. Asking for play was topping from the bottom, wasn't it? What if he says, "no"? Learning that expressing your wants and needs, having desires and requesting they be fulfilled, is perfectly acceptable and is a hard road for many. But once you open up to allowing yourself to ask for what you want you will find so many more doors open for you.

Dominants Are Not Mind Readers

I'm certain I've said it before, and I'll say it again, but your partner doesn't know what you want and need every moment of every day. While many of them have this uncanny ability to complete your sentences and know what you are craving for dinner sometimes, it doesn't mean they dug into your mind to get that information. So, if you are horny or want play, or perhaps you need a bit of cuddle time, you are going to have to ask for it. There are many ways to ask for some fun time and your Dominant may have already established a way for you to ask for things. If not, doing so as a question, "can we play/fuck/snuggle, Sir?" could do just fine. Another way is to be sexually suggestive and come on to them, showing them you have a need and then breathily telling them you want to give them the ride of their lives rarely gets turned down.

You are submissive, that doesn't mean you no longer are a sexually needy person. Expressing that you are attracted and desire your partner is hot. Asking them to play with you because you just have this itch to physically submit is hot. Your Dominant will not know exactly what you are craving without you telling them.

So What's With Topping From the Bottom Again?

Topping from the bottom is when a submissive forces their will on their Dominant. Please notice the word "forces" because that's the key. Volunteering information, making suggestions and asking for what you'd like is NOT topping from the bottom. Now if you start whining and complaining to try to force your Dominant to change their mind or do what you want then that is definitely topping from the bottom.  Depending on the sort of relationship you are in, it could be completely acceptable behavior, but don't assume so. Submissives are generally receptive and compliant but not all of them are.

With that in mind, you can see why we hesitate to ask for what we want when it comes to playtime or sex. We don't want to push our needs onto our partners for fear of forcing their will. But asking for it has never been topping from the bottom because the answer is up to your Dominant. As long as he still has the final say there is nothing to worry about. So approach him however he prefers you bring things to his attention and see where it goes from here. He could very well be hoping you'll start expressing your sexual desires on your own and welcome hearing that you want him.

Ways to Ask for Playtime

Take it from me, I've had a hard time learning that to be a good submissive it means that I am transparent in my needs, wants and desires. I've also been shy on occasion (although not much anymore) when sex or play is the subject. But I've learned there's more than one way to ask for what I'd like and have my voice heard. Here are a few of my tips to help you get started.

  • Whisper in his ear something sexy that you want to do to him. End it with, "would you like that?"
  • Be direct. "Sir, I would really love a flogging tonight. Could we do that?"
  • Beg. Some Dominants love to see their submissive beg for what they want, there's an art to it but it never hurts to try. As long as you know when to stop if you don't get a favorable response!
  • Speak without saying a word. Catch his eyes and then lustily lick your lips, bite your lip, wink or wiggle your finger to draw him closer. Get touchy feely. Flirt. Show him you want him.
  • Remember all those romantic things you've seen on TV? They work here too so don't forget flowers, candy, candle-lit dinners, and romance!

When He Says No

It's very likely that he will say no at least once. With so many reasons about why, it would be hard for me to hazard a guess, but most often things like mood, desire and time constraints can play a role in his decision. If you don't know why he declined your request, then ask him. It could really just mean "not now" instead of "not ever" so don't take it as a signal to never ask for anything again.

Oh and even if he's said no, I'm certain that he's still considering it and may spring whatever you asked for at a later date. When it works for him and when it's his decision.

Learning how to ask for something you want is a step further in successful, open communication that all healthy relationships thrive on. So even if you feel nervous asking, remember that it's a relationship with power exchange and trading pleasures and joys is one of the many great perks you can enjoy.


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A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad

Part 2 – Baked Bob To The Rescue!

(F/F, oral, anal, exhibitionism, jewelry, drugs, tattoos, piercings, food, bad accents)

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I lost my job three months later. By that time I didn't care, which was probably a good percentage of why I got fired. I would show up late, blow deadlines like they were suggestions, and get belligerent with my bosses. Oddly, none of that was enough to fire me. The combination of screwing up a major project and my co-workers noticing that I seemed 'medicated' earned me a boot out the door. The happy pills did a great job of keeping my mind off of Monica. Unfortunately they kept my mind off of everything else as well.

No one at work had any sympathy for me about the death of my lover. It wasn't because they were callous; fact is they didn't even know Monica had ever existed in my life. When I got the job I had a strong sense that coming out at work would impede my chances of rising up in the company. Monica said I was putting my ambition ahead of my self-confidence. My response was that I was working in a very competitive field, where anything can be used against you and even your best friend would sell you out. But now the fact that I didn't come out was working against me. Maybe if they knew what I was going through, what I'd lost, company management and my co-workers might have given me another chance. Maybe. I wasn't really worried though. For now, I could get any job and still be okay. The rent on the apartment was cheap enough, since Monica and I had been trying to save up for a house. Now all I had to save up for was my next stash of happy pills. Life had become so simple.

Baked Bob sent me to this grief therapy group he found on the Internet. I sat there in a circle with ten other people who'd lost someone, all of them still grieving. One woman had lost her husband over seven years ago. Seven years and she still couldn't let go. It drove me crazy listening to her drone on about how much she loved and still missed her husband. I felt a vicious anger towards her as well, but I couldn't exactly put my finger on why. The rest of the people there weren't in much better shape. They all cried on and on about what they were missing. When it was my turn I had a hard time talking. The seven-year woman told me to let it all out because it feels good to talk to someone about it. That made me even more angry, I felt like she wanted to hear my sorrow so she could feed off of it, like she fed off of her own pain. When the meeting was over everyone told me they hoped I'd come back next week. I couldn't imagine why. I went there to find an answer to my pain and all I found were people wallowing in it.

I spent my nights hanging out at Renee's, partying and enjoying carnal pleasures, but during the day I had nothing to do but sit around the apartment. It wasn't hard as long as I had my pills. They took the pain away, or kept it from getting too bad when I had what I'd dubbed a "memory fit". Thinking about Monica and the times we'd spent together, the laughing and joking, the disagreements, the experiences and traveling we'd shared, the problems we encountered living together, the sex, the things we learned from each other, the loud screaming arguments and the quiet, tender moments we spent cuddling. Sometimes I thought about what the future would have held for us. The worst was those moments when I realized how permanent the situation was. I would never hear her laugh again, or see her smile, her pout, or her funny face that she used whenever I was sad. Moments like those were just devastating.

It was during one of those particular moments when I decided to try and watch a movie to keep my mind off of it. The pill I had just taken wasn't strong enough to keep my sadness at bay. I wasn't sure what a second one would do, and I wasn't looking to find out while I was alone in my apartment with no one around to call for help. So I decided to use a movie to transport my thoughts elsewhere. Looking through the DVD's I came upon an unmarked case, and suddenly felt dread slither through my body as I remembered what it was. But I had to watch it. There was no way I wasn't going to watch it. I put it in the player and paused for a moment. I reached for the pill bottle, stopped myself and hit the play button.

The screen went from black to showing our bedroom. There I was, lying naked on the bed with Portisehead playing in the background. Then the picture shook like there was an earthquake.

"You sure you know how to operate that thing?" I asked, followed by a laugh.

"Shut up!" Monica said from behind the camera. "I just want to make sure I have the right angle."

"Do I get a close-up?" I asked in a mockingly hopeful tone.

"Only if we want to break the lens."

I grabbed a small pillow and threw it to the left of the camera. Monica shouted, "Hey!" and ran into the picture, herself naked, and jumped on top of me. We smiled at each other for a moment and suddenly started kissing, small, passionate kisses building up to a full open-mouthed kiss. My hands ran up and down her backside as our bodies pressed together and our legs moved about like we were doing some slow dance without a floor. Occasionally our mouths would pull apart but our tongues were still playing with each other. Then Monica pulled away and traced her tongue along my jaw line. She wrapped her lips around my chin and let them slide away as she pulled back, straddling my stomach as she sat up. Monica looked down into my eyes as her arms stretched out, letting her fingertips play on my nipples. I remembered that moment, staring up at the serious look on her face and wondering what she was thinking. I was about to ask when she leaned down and took my right nipple in her mouth. My eyes rolled back and I moaned, forever losing the opportunity. Monica moved over to tongue my left nipple as she rolled the right one between her thumb and index finger. I put a hand on her head as she licked and sucked on my nipple, her fingers lightly tracing the underside of my breast. I loved that sensation. She stopped what she was doing and crawled up me until her face was over mine. I leaned up and we started kissing again, our arms wrapped around each other and our breasts pressing against one another.

Monica brought her leg between mine and started pressing it against my sex. I moaned and broke the kiss long enough to whisper her name. "I love you," she returned and we kissed again. My hands glided slowly down her back and came to rest on the globes of her ass. I squeezed softly a few times and then pulled them apart. Monica made a noise I couldn't decipher as I ran my fingers up and down her crack, driving her to grind her leg harder against me. When my finger found her rosebud I toyed with it a little, running my finger along the small folds of skin around the outer rim. She moaned and broke the kiss. I took the opportunity to grab her and roll us over so I was on top. I started licking her shoulders, which was her odd little sensitive spot, and made my way down to her breasts. My tongue ran around the area underneath the right one, slowly moving back and forth like the swinging of a pendulum, arching its way upwards until I reached her areola. It was bright pink against her pale skin. My tongue stiffened and I used the tip to trace the outer rim all the way around several times. Then I slid the entire face of my tongue over it slowly, stopped to watch the reaction on her face and did it again. After the last lick I placed her nipple between my lips and started sucking. Inside my mouth my tongue was alternately flicking over the tip and pressing down on it. Monica's mouth dropped open and she emitted a low gurgling sound. After a minute of this I let her nipple slide out between my lips. I brought my lips close to her ear and whispered, "Did you like that?"

"Yesssss," she breathed.

"Good," I said. "Because after I'm done, I'm going to do the same thing to your asshole."

Monica let out a gasp. I turned around and straddled her stomach so I was facing her feet, then leaned forward and grabbed her foot so I could suck on her toes. My other hand reached down to Monica's fur and played with the hair for a moment before delving further between her legs. The area around her clit was dry, but when I got to her hole and past it I felt an ocean. My fingers scooped up some of her honey and spread it around her clit. Monica reached to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube, spread it on her finger and ran it up and down my ass.

Sitting on the couch and watching all this unfold on the screen, I started rubbing my left nipple through my T-shirt. For a moment I stopped and thought I shouldn't be doing this...right before I pulled the shirt off and rubbed and pinched my bare nipple. Maybe this would be a way for me to come to terms with it. Feel less pain. Start moving on. Bullshit myself.

We were moaning on screen. Monica's finger had made its way up my ass and she was pumping it in and out. I had moved on to her other foot, sucking and licking her toes while my fingers worked magic on her folds. My present day folds wanted some attention and my hand found its way inside my pajama pants and started working some magic of their own. I put my feet up on the coffee table and spread my legs for easy access. Sometimes just the act of spreading my legs caused a sexual reaction in me, and tonight was no different. On the screen Monica was using her other hand to pinch and pull at her nipple, and I found myself mimicking her movements.

Suddenly Monica let out a loud cry as she came. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her juices. Monica lay completely spent, her finger still stuck in my ass while my fingers were stuck in my mouth. Looking at it from the couch made me laugh. Then on-screen me hopped off Monica and we cuddled. All alone on the couch me grabbed the remote and fast-forwarded until the image changed. Monica had taken the camera off the tripod and given it to me so I could record her going down on me from my point-of-view. I hit pause and ran to the bedroom. In the closet sat a large box full of the sex toys Monica and I had collected over the years. There were vaginal and anal beads, various dildos and vibrators, a blindfold and handcuffs, a small, soft whip, nipple clamps, and a feather. I settled on a smooth, red vibrator and ran back to the living room.

I took off my pants, got into my previous position and hit play on the remote. The image was looking down my body to Monica's head between my legs. In reality you couldn't see anything of what was going on other than her head moving and hearing my moans and words of encouragement. But it was good enough for what I was looking to do. I started the vibrator and rubbed it against my pussy, using the juices I'd already created on the surface. Then I moved it around trying to mimic Monica's effect on the on-screen me to the on the couch me. I slid the whole thing up and down my folds when her head moved up and down, centered the tip on my clit when her head was still, and slid it inside when I remembered she stuck her tongue into me.

We were sliding up and down my folds when I moaned, "Uhhhh, uhhhhh, slower." I remembered she started fingering my ass. I brought my left hand under my leg, slid my finger along my pussy to get it lubricated, and brought it to my rosebud. I toyed with the outer rim, getting it relaxed until I started pressing on the hole. After getting it lubricated in my juices again, I was able to push it in to the second knuckle and start pumping in and out. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, imagining it was Monica causing all my current pleasure. A series of high-pitched moans came out of me from the television, so I concentrated on my clit until I started coming. My moans couldn't compete with the ones on screen, but I managed to orgasm just behind the videotaped one. Monica crawled up my body and the camera shook for a moment. Suddenly it dropped and there was an incredible view of my hip.

The sound of kissing came from the television and my breathless words. "I love you, Mon."

"I love you too."

"You're the best fucking thing that's ever happened to me."

"I know," she said, followed by infectious giggling by both of us. We continued to whisper sweet nothings to each other while the camera recorded my hip.

I turned off the vibrator and sat there, naked, my legs still spread with my feet on the coffee table and my finger in my ass. Suddenly I started crying. The vibrator hit the floor. I found something else I'd never share with Monica again.

Later I got a call from Baked Bob. He said he wanted to talk to me about something but wouldn't be specific until we met face to face. This is classic Baked Bob mentality. Bob hated telling people any of his so called 'brilliant ideas' over the phone because he wanted to see the reaction on their faces when he said it. The next time we had plans was three days away when he was performing with his band. Bob played guitar, Asian Andy played bass, our friend Trilly sang and some guy named Steve played the drums. They called themselves Carcass Crowd Surfers.

Even thought I was intrigued I managed to go three days without running to Bob's store, throwing him down on the counter and demanding he spill his guts. It was hardly a test of will, between my happy pills and hanging out over at Renee's I had my mind other places. I swallowed a pill before I left the apartment that night, and it was working nicely by the time I got downstairs. This helped me blow off the taunting comments from Ronald and Tim as I passed by them, and kept me from shooting my ride after she picked me up. The whole way there she kept asking about was how I was doing since Monica died. I knew she meant well and was trying to be a friend, but every question was like salt on an open wound.

The band was playing at a small underground club called The Stoned Tongue. It was the kind of place that looked like it was decorated on fifty bucks, and most of us felt more comfortable there than in some of the glitzy high priced clubs around. The walls were covered with psychedelic art and movie posters and the lighting in the room was subtle, mostly in splashes of red, blue, green and the occasional black light. There were couches and cushioned chairs, a bar along the right wall and a large stage in back. But the most impressive part was the black floor that anyone could write on. All you needed to do was ask for a marker at the bar. Some people drew artwork that was truly impressive and others drew things that struggled to be called 'work' much less 'art'. When I walked in my eyes intentionally avoided the floor. Near the doorway there was a big heart with the words "Monica and Keisha forever". Forever was much shorter than we thought.

There was a table near the bar selling band T-shirts and the one CD the Surfers had recorded in Trilly's basement. I was the one who came up with the album title. It's called 'Sip Hard Fish', and yeah, I was drunk at the time. Bob was sitting behind the table. When he saw me he got up and came over.

"You find a new job yet?" he asked. I shook my head. "Are you looking?"

"Dammit Bob..." I started, but he held up his hands.

"I just wanted to know the situation," Bob said. A smile came across his face and I prepared myself. "I have an offer for you. Come to work for me at the store."

"Are you not high again?"

"I'm quite fine actually, thanks."

"Do you know what I was doing at my last job? How much I was making?"

Bob's mouth twisted a little. "Was is the operative word there. Nowadays you're just hanging out with Renee."

For a second I wondered if Bob was going psychic on me too. "How the fuck do you know that?" I asked. A guilty look came across Bob's face and I felt anger welling up inside of me as I realized what he did. "Your buddy?"

Bob had an old high school friend who took the opposite direction in life. He became a cop. "I just asked him to keep an eye on you every once in a while."

"Well you can tell him to stop. I don't need a babysitter."

"I'm just worried about you."

"I don't need a mother either. I can handle myself just fine."

Bob nodded, even though the look on his face said he didn't believe me. "So what about the job offer?"

I thought for a moment. There'd been no response to the jobs I'd applied for. Working at Bob's store would be easy and I already got along with the boss. Besides, for the condition I was in, working there would be paradise. Literally.

"Okay," I said to him. "When do I start?"

Bob owns a place called Baked Bob's Paradise. It's a combination movie rental, liquor and convenience store, since he got tired of having to drive all around town to get everything he wanted whenever he got high (Bob also repaired electronics like VCR's, which scared me). Working at Baked Bob's Paradise was a paradise in itself. I'd come in at nine-thirty, and the first order of business for the day was to sit in Bob's office and have a smoke. We would discuss which movies to play on the monitors throughout the store, then open at ten and sit behind the counter watching movies and helping the occasional customer. Lunch was at one-thirty, after which we'd smoke again and discuss afternoon movie options. Bob was easy to pick movies with because he liked all types of films, from art house to action, foreign films to horror, dramas and even the occasional romance film.

At every customer service job I've ever worked there was always at least one oddball customer, and at Baked Bob's there was Jiminy Cricket. He was an older man, maybe in his mid-fifties, with a tall, bulky body and thinning white hair he kept at a crew cut's length. You could tell from his eyes and face that he was a lifetime drinker. We dubbed him Jiminy Cricket because in under a minute he would come in, quickly grab a movie from the porno section without even looking at the title, and check out. He moved like he was in a rush to get to a bathroom and it was hard not to laugh. Bob and I and the people who worked the night shift all tried to make conversation with him to no avail. One day as I was helping him I asked, "Are you afraid your wife is going to catch you renting pornos?"

He stared at me like a kid who just found out Santa Claus wasn't real. I swallowed and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

He grabbed his movie and bumped into Asian Andy as he rushed out the door. I shook my head and said, "What the hell is up with that guy?"

Andy walked up to the counter and said, "If you really want to know..."

"No," I said sternly. "Not like that."

We quietly stared at each other for a moment. Then Andy said, "I haven't seen you around in a while. Wanted to find out what you're up to."

I snorted. "What, you don't already know?" I turned around and started doing busy work behind the counter.

"It doesn't work like that," he said. "I'm just worried about you."

"Everybody's so worried about me and yet no one seems to believe it when I say I'm okay."

"They're worried about what's happened already. I'm the only one that knows something worse is coming." He paused. "And I feel it's going to happen soon."

I spun around to face him. "Listen, even if I believed in your...powers, I don't know any blondes, and I don't plan to meet any. So thank you for your concern, but I think you got it wrong this time."

Andy stared at me. Then he gave a nod and said, "Be careful."

The next week Bob was out of town on what he called business. Whether this had to do with videos, chips, Slushies or drugs I had no idea. But for five days I was in the store by myself, and for some reason I watched all sad romance films where someone died. 'Love Story', some movie with Sidney Poitier in France, 'Here on Earth' and a bunch of others, and I cried through each and every one of them. Of course, it looks pretty strange when you go to rent a movie and the checkout person behind the counter is in a full out bawl. Customers would ask what was wrong and get an earful.

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Free at last, Hannah thought as the door clicked shut. It had been nearly a month since she'd had any private time, and she was well overdue. Having just moved to the city, she was staying with her best friend's brother and his roommate until she saved enough for a deposit for a place of her own. They were very kind to let her stay, but she was staying on the couch and had no door to close. Plus, Dan and Craig were both rather fine male specimens.

The past month had been a build-up of hormones for Hannah. As much as she'd like to hook up with either Dan or Craig, she didn't want to jeopordize her friendship with the only two people she really knew in this town. Plus, she wouldn't even know who to pick, if she had to. Dan was kind and had great taste in music. He was a daredevil extreme athlete: snowboarding, BMX bikes, rock climbing, you name it, he did it. He was the more classically handsome of the two, clean-cut and ripped, with short blond hair and the jaw line of a model. Craig was the intellectual: a brooding philosopher and a writer, he was never without a witty remark or insightful solution. He had shaggy dark hair and a charming smile, and was a little taller and leaner than Dan.

The duo was on their way out of town for a mutual friend's wedding. They would be gone until late the next day, and as much as Hannah liked having them around, she was getting tired of the shower-head massager. She liked variety.

So, not ten minutes after they'd said good-bye, Hannah was ready. She had the sofa pulled out into a bed, and had stripped out of her clothes except for her sheer black stockings. Lying on her back with her legs spread wide, she dropped a few drops of massage oil between her pussy lips and slowly rubbed it in, watching her reflection in the picture window opposite her. She did not bother to close the drapes, as they were the only occupants on the third floor, the top floor. Plus, it was still daylight, so no one far away could see in.

She watched her finger slip over and around her clit as the little nub grew swollen and hard. "Mmm," she moaned for herself, sliding her middle finger into her vagina, drawing it out, and plunging two more in. She worked her clit with her left hand and finger fucked herself with her right, the tension in her body building higher, but she did not want to rush it.

Hannah liked the look of herself sprawled there, her pussy clearly glistening. Her breasts were nice and round and firm, just like her ass. She loved the look of her creamy thighs, and wished she had more hands with which to pet herself. "Oooooh," she plunged three fingers into her aching kitty, and raised her hips to penetrate as deeply as she could.

It was a tease, she needed more. She cursed having left her toys with her ex. Hurriedly, she got up and went to the kitchen, where she found what she was looking for. Back on the bed, she resumed her position.

She stroked her clit side to side, steady, and reached for a cucumber. It was long and narrow, and cold from being refridgerated. She used it to stroke her clit, causing another audible gasp, and slowly pushed it up inside of her. "Aaah," she sighed and lovingly pulled and pushed the vegetable in and out of her very wet cunt.

She reached into the bowl beside her and grabbed an ice cube. At first, the cold on her nipples was too much to bear, but as they adjusted, they became hard and taut and very sensitive. Hannah pinched her rock hard nipples as she fucked herself with the cucumber, a little faster now, not too fast, steady, oh, steady, yes, she was on the verge of cumming, but she stopped herself. She wanted a treat, today.

Her hands found the massage oil and treated her finger to a good squirt. Then, her knees bent and back arched, she reached between her legs to slip her finger into her asshole. She pushed it in good, and rubbed the oil around. Reaching to her side again, she found the carrot, and slowly worked it deep into her ass.

"MMMmmm," she loved being filled from both sides, and returned to stroking her clit with her left hand. The cucumber in her pussy was lodged deep and comfortable, stationary, as she reached down to fuck her well-lubed ass with the skinnier carrot. She loved pushing it all the way in, where the head was thickest, and wished she had brought another cucumber, instead.

Her steady rhythm got faster as she got wetter and hotter. As much as she enjoyed seeing her reflection, being filled in such a way looked so nasty, so hot, she had to lie back and close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of her swollen clit and stuffed body, "Oh, god," she moaned and stroked herself harder, "Yes!" she cried as the carrot dipped so deep within her it could almost taste the cucumber, "Mmm MMMmmmm OOOHHHHH," she panted and moaned, so close.

So loud were her cries that she did not hear the sound of footfalls on the stairs outside, nor did she see her roommates outside the picture window, watching her. "Oh, God!" Craig whispered, though not a religious man, he was clearly overwhelmed by the miracle before him.

"Sweet Jesus," echoed Dan. Both the boys were hard as rocks in an instant, watching the sweet, beautiful Hannah impale herself forcefully with vegetables. She was moaning like it were the best sex ever, and the boys had a short, whispered conference.

Hannah was rocking her own world so hard, with the patience of a saint. She knew she could have cum many times over by now, but she also knew that the longer the build-up, the stronger the orgasm. She was aiming to knock herself out, by the looks of it. She hadn't even heard the boys come in the front door, though, of course, they were being as quiet as possible, until both were securely inside, and the door shut.

"Oh, OH, OOHHH," Hannah panted, her fingers rocking steady, her cunt dripping. She paused in her moans to pant a bit.

"Need some help with that?" Dan asked.

Bam, Hannah shot straight up, clutching her arms around her in a modesty that was far too late.

"Um," she said, reaching for her sheets, which she was conviently on top of.

Craig gave her a wry smile. "Please don't be embarrassed, Hannah. You're sexy. That's wonderful."

The heat in Hannah's cheeks spread through her whole body. She was relatively inexperienced, with other people, that is, and while she considered herself a very sexually liberated woman, she was still a shy, sweet girl on the outside.

"The question is," Craig continued, "should we let you finish this alone? Dan and I, we're your friends. And friends like to help each other out," he explained, and Dan nodded in agreement.

A shy smile spread over Hannah's bent down face, wondering if they had yet seen her special salad. They probably had. And they were hot. And they wanted her.

"Why don't you lie down, Hannah?" Dan asked.

For some reason, it was easier for her to comply than to give a verbal answer, so she did as told, the tops of the vegetables protruding slightly into view.

"Will you stroke yourself while we get undressed?" Craig asked, a sweet eager need in his voice.

Hannah bit her lower lip and reached down to her clit, which she massaged slowly while breathing heavy. They guys did not take their eyes off her as they peeled out of their clothes in record time.

They knelt, one on either side, next to her. Dan wasted no time and began licking her still rock-hard nipple. "Aaaah," she moaned, immediately grateful for the offer of help.

Craig slid lower and gently removed the cucumber, and set it aside. He did the same with the carrot. He put his palms on her inner thighs, so sweet and creamy, he caressed them softly, working his way up, she gasped when his thumbs hit the crease between her thighs and her pubic mound.

Dan was on to licking and sucking her nipples. He had an incredibly well trained mouth. While sucking, he could lick, and as his mouth withdrew, he could squeeze the very tip between his lips in a mild pinch. She tried to reach around and stroke his cock, but Dan lifted his mouth long enough to say, "no, honey, you lay back. This is all about you, now." And then, he returned to bath her breasts in his saliva.

When Craig's finger swept up through her pussy lips the first time, he found a very wet hole indeed. It was so warm and sweet he wanted to delve right into it, right then, like an animal, but he restrained himself. He contented himself to stroke her in much the same way she had stroked herself. With one hand, he teased her clit, and with the other, he finger-fucked her.

He couldn't believe how tight her pussy was after seeing that cucumber in her, but there it was, it felt snug around his two fingers. He twisted his fingers in her as he pumped them in and out, and Hannah was purring like a wildcat. Craig growled himself in response, then repositioned himself so that he could use his tongue on her.

She was nearly over the edge in minutes. Between panting, bucking, moaning and crying, Craig and Dan had gushing as she never had before. When her cries got load and steady, they guys held out to the rhythm and let her ride it out in all its delicious glory.

When the spasms had subsided, they guys continued to nip and suck on her, though more gently. Hannah had made up her mind to speak.

"I want both of you. To fuck me. At the same time."

After the dumbfounded second that followed, Hannah added. "Please?" And the boys both got a mighty grin out of that.

Dan laid on his back, and Hannah mounted him like a cowgirl. She slowly lowered herself onto his long shaft, and sat on him, without motion, as Craig readied her ass with another coating of oil. Dan's cock in her pussy was a snug tease, while Craig's finger slid around her ass. Craig's dick was not only long, but thick as well, and Hannah was a little nervous about this, but wanted it desperetly anyway. This was a long time fantasy of hers, and she wasn't going to give up on it now.

Craig placed his hands on her shoulders, and said softly into her ear, "don't worry, I won't hurt you." Then he guided the tip of his rigid cock into her anus, and slowly impaled her. She gasped as his balls slapped her skin, and again, when he slowly withdrew, to begin the wave-like rhythm between the three of them.

Hannah had never felt so good in all her life. As Craig withdrew, Dan would press deeper, and she would keep the pace between them. Though she wanted it to last forever, it was so incredible, so hot, that before long, they were bucking and pounding and fucking as if it were the last day on earth. Hannah moaned without abaondon, so loud that the next block could probably hear her, and the guys grunts were getting deeper and louder and Hannah took the lead, "Please, fuck me," she panted, "fuck me hard," and they did. "Oooh, God, OOOOHHH, MMMmMMmm, Yes, Cum in me, Yes, Yes YES!"

They were ramming into her so hard now, so fast and deep that it almost hurt, and there she was, spilling juice out of her cunt as Dan was pumping her tight little pussy full of cum, as Craig was shooting load after load up her asshole. They all shuddered together, rode a few waves back to shore, and fell down, on top of each other, stunned.

They lay like that for a few minutes, just catching their breath. Then, Craig kissed the small of her back, and withdrew himself, allowing Hannah to kiss Dan's forehead and dismount. There was an awkward silence between them all.

"Um, thanks," Hannah said, with a shy smile, which got Dan and Craig to grin, too.

"Hey, anytime," Dan said, kidding in his voice, maybe not kidding in his mind.

"No, thank you," Craig said, earnestly, to Hannah, of course. The girl was astute enough to know that the bulk of the tension was now between the boys, who had likely never been in a sexual situation together before. Even though they hadn't touched, she sensed that they had crossed a threshold in their friendship and weren't quite sure how to be about it.

Hannah bit her lower lip, with a sly grin, and looked back at them, "so, aren't you guys supposed to be at a wedding?" she asked.

This had apparently been forgotten as the glazed-over look suddenly vanished from their faces. "Uh, yeah. I forgot my dress shoes," Dan said sheepishly.

Hannah nodded. "Well, I don't want you guys late on my account. Go, have fun this weekend. We can talk when you get back, okay?"

"Yeah, cool," Dan said.

"Of course," Craig replied.

They dressed almost as quickly as they had undressed, got the shoes, and said good-bye again.

Hannah laid back onto the bed and sighed. She kept her vegetable friends nearby, just in case.

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