Cute Girls

The Fantasy Twist

Dan constantly fantasized about being dominated by a woman. He couldn’t explain the logic behind his kinky desires but the thought of being helpless and submissive to a dominant woman overwhelmed him with erotic pleasures. His wife of 3 years knew about his fantasies and on occasions would indulge in them with Dan.

Dan loved when Melissa would tie him up and tease and torture him. The problem was the he couldn’t get enough of it. It was only on rare occasions that Melissa would fall into these playful dominant moods. Even when she was in these moods, her dominance was superficial. She did not understand how deep Dan’s fetish was.

One of Dan’s favorite fantasies was to be fucked by a strap-on. Unfortunately for him this was where Melissa drew the line. She refused to wear a strap-on, indicating that it was too weird for her to try.

This all changed one summer night in July. It was a Monday night and Dan had just finished eating dinner, when Melissa brought out three presents for Dan. They were wrapped in decorative paper and stacked on top of each other forming a pyramid. A pink ribbon ran up and down each side of the pyramid and was tied into a bow at the top,

“What’s the occasion,” asked Dan, pleasantly surprised.

A big smile filled Melissa’s face. “Oh you’ll see. Just start opening them.”

Dan eagerly removed the ribbon and started opening the top box. He commented on the ribbon. “Pink Ribbon? A little girly for me, don’t you think?”

Melissa just giggled and watched as he opened the box and pulled open the tissue paper. Inside was a pair of pink satin panties. Dan was confused at why he was getting panties as a present. Before he could say anything Melissa commented,

“Aren’t they pretty and sexy. Hold them up so I can see.”

Dan looked at the panties and agreed they were very sexy. The pink satin was shiny and smooth. Small pink ribbons accented each side if the panties. They were so pretty and feminine that Dan felt guilty picking them up. He felt like he was sneaking into someone’s panty drawer and getting off on their panties. When he held up the panty he could see that it was a thong.

“They are very pretty. Are you going to wear these for me?” asked Dan.

“No darling. They are for you. I figured if you want me to wear a strap-on and act like a man, then you should wear pretty panties for me.”

Dan was startled by her response. He never imagined his wife doing something like this. As the reality of what she said set in, Dan’s cock began to stir in his pants. Dan wasn’t sure if it was from the thought of Melissa making him wear panties or the thought of Melissa wearing a strap-on. He stared at the panties, contemplating what Melissa was asking.

Melissa helped his thoughts along. “Come on Danny. It will be fun. I mean it’s the least you could do. After all, I have to wear a fake penis. All I’m asking you to do is put on some panties. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Dan thought some more. Melissa was right. Compared to wearing a strap-on, he got the easy end of the deal. If it meant that his fantasy was going to come true, he would do it.

“You mean if I wear these panties you will use a strap-on with me?”

“Put them on darling and you will be one step closer to your fantasy. Let’s get your clothes off so I can see if they fit properly.”

Dan felt silly about the whole idea but he went along with it. He stripped naked. By now his cock was erect. Melissa immediately took notice. She gently stroked it. Then she lightly rubbed the satin panty over his cock. The smoothness took his breath away. In only a few seconds, Dan’s knees were weak and he melted in Melissa hands. A quiet moan escaped his lips.

“Mmm. I see the panties excite you. The silky panties feel so nice rubbing on your cock, don’t they?”

“Yes,” admitted Dan. He was enjoying his cock massage too much to think about saying anything else.

“Just wait till you get them on darling. Let me help you.”

Melissa brought the panties down to his feet and Dan stepped into them. She pulled them up over his balls and cock and around his waist. Melissa gave the panties and extra tug upward to ensure the fabric wrapped tightly over his balls. Dan’s erect cock poked over the top of the panties. The thong rested firmly in his ass. Dan enjoyed the unfamiliar sensation of the fabric pushing against his ass.

Melissa’s hand traced around the top of the panty. Seductively she coo’d, “Ohhh. They look so sexy on you. I love them. Turn around for me.”

Dan slowly turned for Melissa. He could not believe he was standing in front of her in panties. He also could not believe the sudden arousal that hit him. Wearing panties was taboo for a man, which made it exciting and arousing for Dan. Melissa also seemed to be very excited and horny at seeing him wear panties. Her arousal excited Dan even more.

The emotions running through Dan were confusing him. He did not know what to say or how to react. He remained quiet while Melissa admired him. She rubbed his cock through the panties.

“So sexy. You’ve got two more boxes sweetie. Open the next one.”

Dan sat down in his panties and opened the next box. Inside was a pair of pink stockings. He glared at Melissa. “You want me to wear these to,” he asked with disbelief.

Melissa grinned. “You’re a fast learner.”

“I don’t know Melissa,” Dan said with uncertainty.

“If you want your fantasy to come true, you’ll put them on. We can stop it all right now if you want, but I know how bad you want this Dan. Put the stocking on.”

Melissa knew him all to well. Dan rolled the stockings up his legs. Chills ran through his body as the soft fabric slid over his skin. The stockings fit snugly around his legs. Melissa made him stand up and model the stockings.

“Oh they look so sexy Dan. They make your legs look incredible.”

Melissa was trying to overplay how sexy Dan looked. This was the advice she had gotten from her new friend Lisa. It was Lisa who convinced Melissa to feminize Dan. She had instructed Melissa to exaggerate her excitement in order to keep Dan interested and to make it an enjoyable experience for Dan to wear panties and stockings. She had instructed Melissa to pay extra attention to his cock and keep him aroused the entire time. This memorable night would have a deep impact on Dan, which would be the stepping stone for Melissa to take control over her husband on a permanent basis.

Melissa could already see some of the signs that her plan was working. Once Dan was in the panties his demeanor changed. He was quiet and subdued. When she instructed him to do something, he listened to her without question. It was all too easy for her to convince him to put on the stockings. Lisa had told Melissa to look for these signs as proof that Dan could be controlled by her sexuality and feminine power.

Melissa had imagined that she would be doing a lot of acting and exaggerating in order to create an illusion that she was excited. The truth was she was extremely aroused and excited from seeing Dan persuaded into the feminine items. Her pussy heated up the moment Dan agreed to put the panties on. The emotions on Dan’s face clearly showed an inner struggle to challenge his masculinity in order to obtain his fantasy. Of course he gave in to Melissa. She was beginning to enjoy this power.

Melissa squeezed Dan’s cock. “I love that you are doing this for me. My pussy is so hot right now.”

Melissa unbuttoned her shorts and let them fall to the ground. She moved Dan’s hand down to her pussy. Dan’s fingers snuck inside her panties and explored her wet pussy. They kissed deeply.

“This is so hot isn’t it,” asked Melissa.

Dan kissed her with deep emotion. “Yes,” he admitted.

Precum leaked from his cock. Melissa rubbed it over his tip while Dan continued to play with her pussy. They were both on the verge of orgasm when Melissa pulled away.

“Let’s not go too far now. There’s one more present left,” said Melissa.

“I’m almost afraid to open it,” joked Dan. He thought maybe it was the strap-on.

Dan opened the final present. Inside was a pink garter belt. It was lacy and accented with pink ribbons.

Melissa did not give Dan a chance to discuss his fate with the garter belt. She took it from the box and said, “You’ll need this to keep the stockings up.”

She secured it around his waist and attached the dangling straps to the tops of the stockings. Again she made Dan model his outfit. Dan could feel the stockings stretching against his legs as he moved. He could feel the thong rubbing over his ass with each movement. These are all things that go unnoticed by most women, but Dan was no woman and under the current circumstances it was highly arousing for him.

Melissa admired her presents on Dan. “Everything matches so nice don’t you think?”

Dan looked down at himself. “Uh…yeah…It’s very pretty,” Dan muttered, hardly believing what he just said. “Are you going to put the strap-on now?”

Melissa giggled. “I didn’t say we were going to do it tonight. I don’t even own a strap-on silly.”

“Oh,” Dan replied disappointed. “Well, when are you going to get one?”

Melissa started to stroke his cock again. “Don’t worry. We are going to have lots of fun tonight. First, I need you to clean up dinner. Then we’ll talk more about your fantasy. Clean-up should be fun in your new clothes.”

Melissa giggled and pushed Dan towards the dishes on the table. Dan was so aroused that he was putty in Melissa’s hand. He obeyed her without question. Dan cleared the table and did the dishes while Melissa watched amused. She even snapped a few picture with her digital camera. Dan was no too happy about this but he knew better than to protest.

Melissa made sure his cock remained hard the entire time. If it ever started to go limp she would come over and stroke it and tell Dan how sexy he looked all dressed up in pretty panties and stockings.

When Dan was finished, Melissa took hold of his cock and used it like a leash to lead him back to the bedroom. She had him lie on his back on the bed and then she tied his wrists and ankles to the bed posts. Melissa used wide pink ribbon as rope. She thought the pink ribbon was appropriate under the circumstances. She even tied it off in pretty pink boughs at each wrist and ankle.

When Dan was secured, Melissa snapped a few more pictures. Then she removed her bra and panties and sat on the bed next to him. Slowly she stroked his cock up and down. Dan closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention he was getting. He could feel an orgasm building inside and he began to thrust against her hands. Melissa allowed him this pleasure until she sensed he was about to explode. Then she released his cock.

“Relax darling,” Melissa said.

“You’re driving me crazy. It’s hard to relax.”

“So you’re enjoying this?”

“Of course. I’m ready to explode.”

Melissa giggled. “I guess you never thought wearing panties and stockings could be so fun. You are having fun wearing all this girly stuff for me aren’t you?”

The way Melissa phrased the question made it hard for him to say no. In fact Dan sensed that it was more of a command then a question. Against all his male pride he admitted defeat. “Yes, this is fun.”

“Good. Now about your fantasy.” Melissa started to stroke his cock again. “I’ve decided to give it a try, but it’s got to be done my way, understand?”

Dan was lost in arousal. All he cared about was fulfilling his fantasy. He didn’t care what her way was, as long as it ended with her in a strap-on. He agreed without question. “Yes. We’ll do it your way.”

Melissa tugged his cock approvingly. “Great. I’ve decided that if I am going to fuck you, then you’ve got to be all prettied up just like you are now. I need you to get in touch with your feminine side. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

By now percum was flowing freely from his cock. Melissa massaged the sticky fluid all around his cock keeping Dan on the edge. She continued explaining his fate.

“There are some rules that you need to follow. If you are a good boy….or should I say a good girl [giggles] then this weekend you will have a nice BIG surprise. First, to help you get into the feminine frame of mind, you will wear these panties, stockings, and garter belt to work the rest of the week.”

Dan’s eyes popped open. “What! I can’t wear this to work!”

Melissa held his balls firmly. “Do you want me to do this or not? I can stop right now and you can kiss your fantasy good bye forever.”

Dan reluctantly caved in. “Okay…okay…I’ll do it.”

Melissa smiled at her victory. “Second, from now until then you are my slave. You have to do whatever I say. Understood?”

Dan happily agreed to this rule. Being dominated was what he always dreamed about. “Yes. I will look forward to obeying you Mistress.”

Melissa’s pussy quivered when she heard Dan refer to her as Mistress. “That’s good honey. You may continue to refer to me as Mistress. The final rule is that I control your cock for the rest of the week. No masturbating or cumming without my permission.”

This last rule surprised Dan. He was starting to wonder whether or not he was going to regret what he got himself into. It was useless to argue about it so he agreed to her last rule but he made sure Melissa knew he was desperate to cum.

“Yes Mistress. I am so horny from your teasing. You are going to let me cum tonight, right?”

Dan was sure the answer was going to be a yes. That was until a seductive smile appeared on Melissa’s face. Melissa stroked his cock slowly.

“I haven’t decided that yet darling. I am having fun teasing you like this.”

Dan begged, “Please Mistress. I want an orgasm so bad. I’ll follow all your rules. Just let me cum tonight.”

Melissa was impressed with how serious Dan was taking her rules. Her power over him was delightful. Her pussy was boiling wet from seeing Dan so weak and desperate in front of her. A chill ran through her body and Melissa felt like a switch clicked inside her that unleashed an ocean of horniness.

Melissa pinched Dan’s nipples. “Ohh.. I just love to hear you beg like that Danny. I’ll decide when you get to orgasm. Right now you need to focus your attention on pleasuring your mistress.”

Melissa straddled Dan’s face. She loved that his wrists were tied, making him helpless underneath her. Normally Dan would ease into her pussy and lick her in his own special way. Tonight, however, Melissa was in control. She thrusts her hips forward smothering his face with her hot pussy. She humped his face hard and selfishly until an orgasm rushed through her body.

When she was finished she rolled off Dan feeling satisfied and relaxed. Dan on the other hand was full of energy and lust. He craved more attention. He craved release from his pent-up orgasm.

It was tempting for Melissa to deny him an orgasm, but she felt he had been a good sport and deserved a reward. She threw her panties onto his cock and started to untie his wrists.. “You’ve been a good boy tonight and I can see that all this new kinky stuff is too exciting for you to handle. You may cum into my panties. Start stroking slave boy.”

Dan had never masturbated in front of someone before let alone with a pair of panties. He felt embarrassed but he couldn’t wait for his orgasm. He wrapped Melissa’s silky panties over his cock and stroked away.

“Don’t get any cum on my clean bed pretty boy. Make sure you catch it all in my panties,” said Melissa amusingly.

It only took a few strokes before Dan’s orgasm surfaced. He squeezed the soft panties tight around his cock, capturing the hot spurting cum. Melissa enjoyed watching Dan’s face contort with pleasure and his body spasm in orgasmic delight.

Melissa looked at the cum filled panties and commented, “Wow, that was a lot of cum. You must have been really excited over this.”

Dan felt embarrassed at cumming so much in front of her. He didn’t know what to say so he just lay on the best quietly catching his breath. Melissa let Dan rest for a few minutes before she gave the final orders of the night.

“I went easy on you tonight pretty boy. Don’t expect an orgasm every time. Go hand wash your panties and stockings and hang them up to dry for tomorrow. While you’re at it, clean out your cum from my panties.”

Dan’s energy was drained from his orgasm. He mustered up his last bit of energy to get up and obey his mistress. He washed all the undergarments and hung them in the laundry room to dry. When he returned to the bedroom, Melissa was sound asleep. Dan slipped into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Dan woke up to his alarm clock. As usual, he hit the snooze button so he could get another 10 minutes of sleep. However, before he could drift back to sleep Melissa’s hand found its way onto his cock. Gently she stroked and squeezed it. Dan enjoyed the familiar feeling of his cock growing hard. He was too tired to move or talk so he just laid back and quietly enjoyed Melissa’s stroking.

Melissa’s teasing quickly brought Dan out of his sleeping stupor. Soon he was awake and on the verge of orgasm. He was right on the edge when Melissa held his cock firmly and whispered into his ear, “All ready to wear your pretty panties today?”

Dan chuckled softly and replied, “Yes ma’am.”

Just then his alarm went off again. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but Melissa prodded him. “Get up lazy head. Don’t want to be late for work.”

Dan rolled out of bed with a raging hard-on and headed for the shower. He stroked his cock a few times while he cleaned himself. It was tempting to finish himself off, but he remembered Melissa’s rule of no masturbating. Technically he was breaking the rule by stroking his cock, but he figured as long as he didn’t cum he was o.k.

After he showered and shaved, Dan went to the laundry room for his new work attire. When he saw the panties and stockings hanging on the drying rack he mumbled, “Why did I ever agree to this?”

His cock had the answer. The moment his hands touched the delicate items, his cock sprang to action, ready to be caressed in the pretty satin fabric. Dan slid on the panties, still amazed that he agreed to wear them to work. Next he put on the stockings and garter belt.

His cock remained harder than ever as he finished getting dressed for work. Dan wore black slacks and a neatly pressed dress shirt to work. His cock stayed hard for most of the car ride. Finally a few minutes before arriving at work, he managed to get his mind off of sexual thoughts so that his hard-on would go away.

The walk from his car to his office proved to be quite an adventure for Dan. As he walked the thong teased his ass. In his horny state, this friction was enough to spark his arousal again. He quickly walked passed the security guard feeling his erection growing and wondering whether the security guard could tell that he was wearing panties.

Dan carried a leather shoulder bag to and from work everyday. Today he carried it awkwardly, doing his best to conceal his hard-on. He was certain that he made it to his office without anyone noticing the bulge and wet spot on his pants.

In his office he sat down and said out loud to himself, “This is going to be quite a day.”

It was a quite an unordinary day for Dan. No matter how hard he tried he could not take his mind off the fact that his wife was in control of him and that she had him in panties and stockings. His senses seemed to be extra sensitive. As he shifted in his chair he could feel the thong rubbing his ass and he could feel the stockings stretching tightly around his legs. The result of all this mental and physical teasing was a hard-on that would not go away. Dan was so aroused that he even sneaked in a few squeezes of his cock while sitting at his desk.

Dan was fortunate to have a desk job. He hid his arousal behind his desk through most of the day. He did manage to sneak to the bathroom a few times, but they were no ordinary trips for him. It would take him about 10 minutes to calm himself down before leaving for the bathroom. Then he would struggle to hold back an erection as the feminine clothes rubbed his cock, balls, and legs while he walked to the bathroom. Usually by the time he entered the bathroom, his will power was defeated and his cock was in the process of swelling. Dan would head straight to a stall and unzip his pants just in time to see his cock swell to its full size.

Linda dressed and watched as he showered enjoying the small whimpers caused by the sting of her scratches and the pain from his fresh beating. She settled him into the bed tucking him in and placing a soft kisses on his forehead, “That’s my little man. I love you so much. Now you just rest.” She sat on the side of the bed and caressed his face and hair gently until he fell into an exhausted asleep.

*******

*AN EVENING OF TRANSFORMATION. *While Daniel slept, she altered several plans. The maid’s room was just too small for what she wanted and it would never hold all the great things she had bought. Their basement was large and broke up into two bedrooms, his workshop and an exercise room, with a storage area. As she toured the basement, she opened the door of the smallest bedroom with an even smaller bathroom. She would make this one his room. She used tools from his workshop to remove the door to the bathroom and install a door lock on the bedroom entrance that required a key from the outside. The largest bedroom she decided to use for their play room which also included an attached open room with a large open shower, toilet and sink; and the gaudy wall mirror along the major wall of the room was perfect. As she checked over the exercise room, she decided to add few more pieces of equipment. The workshop she would keep and the storage area had plenty of room.

It seemed as if I had only gotten the tip in when it met an obstacle. I thought I knew what it was, but I would test it with my finger in a moment. I withdrew my tongue and moved back to her clit. As my tongue circled her clit, she clutched my head in her hands and began to buck her pussy against my face. She was squealing thru clenched teeth trying to be quiet. I concentrated on her clit alternating from rapid licks to sucking her swollen love button between my lips. As her orgasm continued she clamped her thighs to my head and her feet began to bang on my back. I slid a finger between her well lubricated lips and entered her. The bucking of her hips was slowing allowing me to enter her slowly and carefully. One knuckle in and I found her hymen.

Should I break it with my finger? She’s in mid orgasm. She will feel the pain less. I decided against it. Part of my task was to teach her about pleasure and pain and the relationship between them.

As her orgasm ended, she released the grip on my head. I drew back and looked up from between her legs at the look of shock and amazement on her face.

“I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Wait until you’ve been properly warmed up or until you have a series of orgasms. By the way, You don’t have to be quiet here. The walls are concrete and you’re brother isn’t in the next room.”

“Ok, but please don’t mention that perv.”

“Fine by me. Time for some maintenance.”

I stood and took her by the hand. There wasn’t enough counter space in the bathroom so I grabbed a towel and the supplies and led her to the dining room table. I spread the towel out and told her to hop up.

“What’s the towel for? Are you going to pop my cherry now?”

“Not yet. The towel is to catch hair and make cleanup easier.”

She climbed onto the table and lay propped on her elbows to watch.

After trimming her close with scissors, I lathered her and began shaving.

“Do you want to keep the racing stripe or go completely bare?”

“What’s a racing stripe?”

I laid a single finger atop her bush to show her.

“This much, right here at the top of your lips.”

“What’s the sense in that?”

“It leaves you a little bush, allows you to wear a French cut bikini and keeps your pussy lips clean cut for sex.”

“What you guys can’t get it in if there’s hair?”

“No. The hair around the pussy lips rubs a guys dick while he’s fucking you.”

“Go ahead shave it bare. I can grow it back if I want.”

She watched as I carefully removed all of the pubic hair that she had grown since puberty. As I ran my thumb around her pussy checking for missed hairs and stubble I brushed across her still distended clit several times. Her breathing faltered and she leaned her head back.

“Are you going to eat me again?”

“No yet. First we’ll take a shower, then I’ll give you an oil rub.”

“We’ll? I’ll finally get to see your cock?”

“And if you cooperate I’ll let you touch it.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then the only time you’ll feel it is as it slides in and out of your body.”

She pretended to pout as I helped her off the table and followed her into the bath. Her ass was a prize. Young, tight, and firm, it didn’t wiggle as she walked. The thought of stuffing my cock between those cheeks as she knelt before me made my cock twitch in anticipation. I’d been hard since she first undressed. I was going to have to get some relief soon or I’d hurt myself.

I let her adjust the water while I stripped. She watched over her shoulder while I revealed what she wanted to see. I’m not huge by any means. Six inches long and a little thicker than average. A previous lover measured it with a cloth measuring tape from her sewing basket. It was six inches in circumference.

She reached for my cock as I approached but took her hand in mine and swatted her ass.

“Get in. I told you, you could touch it if you cooperated.”

I followed her into the shower and stood behind her. I explored her body, memorizing curves, the soap making all of her skin as slick as the inner lips of her pussy. My hands frequently dipped into the mystery between her legs. My cock pressed against her ass crack. She began to buck her hips seeking more contact from my fingers. I held her trapped between my cock and my probing fingers as I rolled her clit between fingers and thumb.

Just as she approached orgasm the water began cooling rapidly. I leaned around her to turn it off. She took advantage of the angle to grab my cock. I decided to let her explore a bit. She’d been cooperative enough, though I would have to punish her for grabbing without asking.

She explored my cock while I dried us. Her hand, long and slender, barely able to close around me. She felt up and down the shaft, finally rubbing across the over sensitive head. That was enough. I was too aroused to let her continue. She lost her grip on me and moaned when I bent over to dry our legs.

“Into the play room.” I ordered.

She tuned and started out of the bath, then stopped. “Playroom?”

“One bedroom is for sleeping, the other is for play.”

She smiled, “Lead the way.”

In the playroom she was staring at the shopping bags of toys. The adult store used black bags for discretion. All Lexi could see were large bags bulging with mystery. I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned her toward me.

“First things first. Lay down across my lap.”

She hesitated, stepped toward me, then stopped again looking puzzled. I grabbed her arm and pulled her across my lap, my cock pressed into her belly. Her beautiful ass glowed up at me.

“Did I tell you, you could touch my cock?”

“huh?” My hand descended on that beautiful ass with a smack leaving a bright red hand print on her far cheek.

“Hey! Fuck You!” She struggled to get up. I held her with my left arm and swatted her other cheek with my right. She squealed as the second hand print appeared. She continued to struggle, but I was done. Two swats was enough for that minor a transgression. I slid my hand between her legs and slid a finger into her slit. She was still wet…or wet again. She stopped struggling as my finger found her clit.

“You will obey me while you are here. I will teach you about pleasure and pain. You will have the chance to learn what you like and what you don’t. You will see things that make sense to you and others that don’t. When we are done you will be able to pick and choose what you want to do, with whom. Until then you are mine. Is that clear?”

“I like pleasure, not pain. Is that clear?”

“Sure. Do you dismiss any possibility to enjoy a new sensation, a new flavor?”

“No, but-”

“The spanking you just got is about the most pain I will inflict. If you misbehave later you may get more swats, I may do some other things, different things. But nothing will hurt more than this. Do we go on?”

“OK.”

“Stand up.” She raised herself off of my lap, and stood still with a slight look of distrust. Distrust wasn’t good, but she would get over it. I stood and stepped around her to the bags. I pulled out a bottle of massage oil. Taking her by the arm I turned her to face the wall.

“Assume the position.” I instructed. She spread her hands on the wall. She looked at me over her shoulder as I used my foot to kick her feet further apart. I moved her hair over her shoulder so that it fell down across her breasts.

I poured oil into my palm and tucked the bottle between my legs. I rubbed my hands briefly then began to smooth the oil into her shoulders and quickly moved south. I enjoyed rubbing the oil into her ass. I slid my fingers between her cheeks and tickled her asshole. At first she withdrew and clinched her cheeks. I continued a gentle pressure against her brown eye. My other hand began spreading oil across her breasts. As I gently rubbed oil into her teacups tits she leaned forward into my hands. Leaning forward caused her butt to push back against my hand. I eased a fingertip into her ass. She flinched again before relaxing. I withdrew to add oil to both hands.

This time I concentrated on her breasts. She leaned into my hands, enjoying the smooth oily sensation. I didn’t pinch or pull on her breasts. I squeezed them from the base as she had, pulling them into tight points. I rubbed my palms across her breasts, then my fingers with as close to a feather tough as I could. I saw her fingers clinch at the top of the door as she pressed her ass back against me. With my hands on her breasts her ass pressed back against me. My cock was pressed into her ass cheeks again. This time her hands stayed on the wall.

While my left hand continued to alternate between squeezing her breasts and the feather brushes on her nipples my right dipped to find her clit. I alternated between rubbing her joy button and rolling it between two fingers. She was becoming vocal and writhing against me like a well oiled snake.

“Do you want to cum like this? Or do you want me to fuck you? I’ll let it be your choice.”

“Oh God, please fuck me! Stop teasing!”

“Am I teasing? When I tease, I’ll keep you right on the verge of orgasm for hours without letting you cum. In men that’s called ‘blue balls’. I don’t know if women have a name for it. I’ll teach you to experience it, and to cause it. For you, it will be very useful. Are you sure you’re ready to be fucked? To feel my cock sliding inside your belly? Tearing thru your cherry?”

“Just do it! Do it to me like you do her. Show me how she likes it!”

The first challenge to the myth. I answered it without words. I took her by the back of the neck and propelled her onto the bed. I had been considering for a week what to do at this moment. Her attitude had eliminated letting her top ride to control the speed. Should I turn her over and take her face to face, or from behind like the little bitch she is?

I flipped her over and grabbing her behind the knees bent her in half.

“Grab your legs!” I ordered. She immediately placed her hands behind her knees and held herself raised and spread. I considered filling her mouth with my cock before I filled her pussy. Then I glanced down. Her slit was wet with her own juices and the oil from my hands. I wouldn’t deny myself any longer.

I rubbed my hand across her belly to collect some oil. A quick rub to lubricate my cock, then I grabbed it and began sliding the head thru her slit. I made the round trip several times. She gasped at each end as I reached her entrance or her clit. Despite me intentions to tease her longer, she wiggled her butt just right on one swipe and her tunnel captured half my cockhead.

I could have pulled out and continued the game, but the time was right. The slightest wiggle and the rest of the head slipped in. She gasped and held her breath. The very tip of my cock was up against her hymen. The slightest push and I would break it.

I leaned down to take her breasts in my mouth, first one then the other. They tasted of cherry massage oil.

“Last chance. Speak now and save it for marriage or—”

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me!”

I thrust in just a bit and felt the resistance give. She took a quick breath and waited, holding it. Her pussy was gripping me like a vise. Her arms tightened around my neck. I waited till I felt the tension in her arms ease then ease in another inch. Her warmth and tightness were getting to me. I gripped her ass and thrust. The last two inches sunk into her and she exhaled finally. My thighs were pressed up against her ass and her cherry was history.

I held still until felt her relax further, then began the familiar stroking. Easy at first, I built to a rhythm. I reached between us to fondle her clit again. As her juices and virginal blood, and my precum lubricated her tunnel, I increased speed. She closed her eyes and arched her back as she started to cum. I grasped her legs and buried myself in her as I reached my own climax and filled her with my seed. Several strange thoughts went thru my head. Drill deep for boys the old wives tale goes. I hoped her doctor hadn’t lied about her birth control. It could be worse than to marry a beautiful heiress.

I pulled my softening cock from her, covered in our juices and her blood. I looked from it to her smiling face.

This was going to be an interesting six weeks.

“Yes, emperor.”

“Do you believe me? I swear it.”

“Yes, emperor.”

“Not that!”

“Yes– my love,” she said. Saying it brought a smile to her lips, and dispelled the tension.

“Walk over to my bed by yourself, then,” he said impatiently.

She did so, and he followed her, watching her attractive little backside wiggling in front of him. She didn’t have much bruising on her bottom, despite everything he had done to it, but there were patterns of light red striations on her lower back. He wanted to stop her, bend her over right there and fuck her senseless.

He allowed her to walk to the bed, but not to stay alone for long.

There was fear in her eyes again as she lay back on the bed and watched him undressing. He threw his boots somewhere. His belt–

He watched her eyes as she watched the belt, but he just threw it along with the rest of his uniform into a careless heap and joined her as naked as she.

“All right?” he wanted to know.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” Borderline panic, that was.

“Lay with me a minute.” He opened his arms, and the child crawled into his embrace, burrowing into his shoulder, hiding her face from his gaze. Her gorgeous hair streamed warm over his arms, and they stayed like that for long moments.

“Emp–”

“No,” he interrupted her. “Tell me you’d love me if I was someone else. If I was just me.”

“You are just you,” she said cleverly, buying herself time to think. She had relaxed, as a young woman should while having sex with her husband. Now he could see the wheels in her mind re-engage, trying to calculate what was the best response to make. Truth, which might offend him? And yet he was said to be one who appreciated truth. Flattery would please him better, but what if he saw through it?

“Never mind,” he said. “Lay with me.”

They lay still together, merely sharing warmth, and he stroked her body gently until she said, “You don’t have to do this for me. I believe you. I trust you.”

“Good,” he said, rolled her over, and plunged himself into her body.

She squeaked, but not in protest. He moved above her, looking down into her eyes, then moved within her, making love slowly, with concern for her feelings, until she was moaning with pleasure.

It was sweet music. This was the only sound that could drown her cries of pain out of his memory. “Oh, my love,” he said into her ear.

“Can that be true?” she said, and the universe paused while she waited for an answer.

“That I love you?” he stopped too.

“Yes.”

“‘Can it be true?’” he echoed in disbelief. “Only that I loved you from the moment I first saw you. Only that I took the Emperor title for your sake, and bought a world of trouble for it. If not for you, I would have established a military council.”

That version of events came easily for the purpose, but as he thought back on it, it might as well have been true.

The girl believed it and burst into tears of happiness. He flicked the end of her elegant nose and smiled at her.

Then he ground into her very, very hard, stroking inside her warm depths until she screamed. One little lie was worth that. He pushed at her steadily until the pressure built beyond endurance.

The woman screamed and writhed and fell over the edge, pulling her lover with her. He held her shuddering body tightly as he exploded, gushing yet more of himself into her womb.

She might be pregnant already. Nothing to say that she wasn’t. If not already, then maybe this time. Or next time.

The princess was purring. He wrapped her in his arms and was completely happy.

What sort of children might there be from the magnificent royal bride in his arms? Her darker coloring would predominate over his own. A son, an heir, a little boy with the mother’s black hair and mysterious eyes? He could think of nothing more beautiful. It should make the traditionalists happy, too.

Or perhaps a daughter green-eyed and blond like himself. It was possible.

He almost fell asleep, then jerked awake in alarm.

He found his wife watching him. She had been rested before and was not sleepy now. She said, “Will you sleep on my breast? I could sing to you. Then you will have good dreams.”

“That sounds nice,” he said.

“My emperor, were your regrets and your schedule the only reason you didn’t call me to sleep with you? Or were you afraid I would still try to hurt you? Perhaps that I might even be angry with you for the form of your mercy?”

“You are woman,” he said.

“I would kill myself sooner than let any harm come to you now. I swear it. Do you believe me?”

He didn’t answer.

“Look,” she said, and quickly stroked the back of his hand. It caused him sharp pain and left a distinct red scratch.

He looked up at her in shock. She was turning a ring on her finger, from her palm back around to the correct orientation.

So– after all this, it was that easy.

Would he have time to break her neck before the poison incapacitated him? He grabbed her hair with the hand that had been scratched, and took her dainty little chin in the other.

But then he stopped. It was her eyes. Beautiful, happy, innocent, and only a little worried about the outcome of this one last situation.

Dead, he could accomplish nothing and save no-one. Life belonged to the living. There was no point in taking anyone down with him. He searched his heart and found no hatred. Let her live. Along with his unborn, newly-conceived child?

“Do you want to kill me?” he asked his beautiful wife.

“Of course not,” she said. “I do need to have the stone reset in my ring.”

He lay back on the pillows. If it was poison, it was a pleasant way to go. There was no pain. In fact, giving up on his worry and defensiveness produced a blissful state of relaxation.

He closed his eyes, as his empress stroked his forehead with her cool fingers. “Now you can go to sleep, my emperor, my beloved.”

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