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 First, the inevitable disclaimer:

   This is a work of fiction and fantasy.  No people, pets, or pink fluffy
bunnies were harmed in it's creation.  The writer will not be held
responsible.  Period.  :P I hope you enjoy reading this as much as i
enjoyed writing it.  ****************

   Waking up, at first, felt verry strange - not recognising the room, it
took me a few moments to wake up enough and remember where i was.  Memory
struck with a vengeance - if i hadn't had a morning hardon i would've
definately gotten hard as the memories of how she felt, how she sounded,
how she tasted struck.  Realising then she was still sleeping, curled up on
her side with her arms tucked under her chin, i couldn't help but smile
endeeredly - a smile that changed to a chuckle as i stroked the blankets
down from her shoulder and back, and saw her dress still bunched around her
hips.  Gently, i stroked across her back and shoulder untill she relaxed
somewhat, stretched somewhat - then i shifted my chest calmly against her
back and laid my hand on her side, caressing her skin as i nuzzled into the
back of her dishevelled hair, drawing in a slow breath - hesitating to wake
her, at first, i enjoyed beeing close to her - then nuzzled her hair aside
and kissed softly at the nape of her neck, making sure not to hold her down
as i shook her a little, barely using my voice.  "Jaye - Jaye, it's time to
wake up, honey..."

   With a low groan she twisted her head forward into the bed, her hands
coming up to cover her face as if to block out my voice.  As I continued to
shake her gently, eventually she rolled towards me again, ending up
partially on her back.  She twisted her head to look back up at me with a
faint grin on her face, her eyes still half closed with sleepiness,
partially obscured by wayward strands of her blonde hair."mmmm....hello
love.."

   sitting up in the bed, i watched her stretch and yawn admiring the way
her stretching emphasized her slenderness.  i reached out and placed a hand
on her stomach, running it upwards across her body as it relaxed, cupping
one of her breasts as she grinned playfully up at me.  "Goodmorning, Jaye"
- i grinned as i ran my thumb over her nipple, causing a faint gasp."Why
don't you get out of that dress and take a shower while i order
roomservice, hmm?"

   She blinked - and i saw her blush as she realised her dress was still
around her waist, and could only grin as she hid her face in her hand,
giggling embarasedly.  I let go of her breast and stood up off the bed,
reaching to the nightstad - retreiving my tobacco and the room phone,
taking them onto the balcony to enjoy the morning sun and order breakfast.

   Leaning into the balcony, after orderring us breakfast and smoking my
cigarette, and hearing the water in the shower cascade against body and
tile - soaking in the early morning sun as it rose above the horizon of
buildings, i waited - room service didn't take long, so ten minutes later i
waved off the young lady and - after getting out of the pants i'd hopped
into, answerring the door, poored myself a mug of coffee as i walked into
the bathroom, leaning against the door frame to enjoy the sight of my young
lover.

   Water cascaded down her body, pearling on her skin and matting her hair
to her shoulders, the glass of the large shower cubicle matte in places to
obscure her breasts and sex - only making me want to see, more.  It took a
while for her to notice me - she had her back turned, and startled somewhat
as she saw me there.  I sipped the last coffee out of my mug, and grinned,
setting it down somewhere random as i walked towards her.  "Scoot over,
sweetie"

   Slipping into the cubicle as she complied, letting my hands and then
arms stroke inwards around her waist, pulling her back into my chest as i
kissed her neck, i heard her moan faintly just at that contact- i wasn't
surprised, really.  I've had her moaning over less, in the past...  She
moaned again when i reached for the soap and began to run the bar against
her skin, circling her stomach in wider, upwards circles, causing her to
arch her back into me - stroking her hair back with my free hand caused her
to lean her head back agaisnt my shoulder as i latherred attention and soap
onto her, enjoying the slick, warm softness of her skin under my hands, and
the way her muscle rolled under her skin as i stood her upright and began
washing her from head to toe; teasing her by keeping my touches caring, but
a bit clinical, like washing a child, while she unconciously tried to move
her body into my hands and make my touch sexual, her breathing deepening,
her moans turning to faint whimpers as i denied her those cravings, atleast
for now - stepping back to let the water rinse off the foam, my head
tilting faintly as i turned her around to face me, kissing her as my hands
ran from her shoulders, down across her sides to cup her rear and pull her
into me again.

   I felt her pull up a leg to wrap around mine and chuckled as she arched
herself, hollowing her back, her stomach brushing into mine - and noted a
faint presence of stubble.  Breaking the kiss and canting my head back to
look her in the eyes, i grinned and ran a hand around her, brushing my
fingertips through the faint presence of pubic hair - causing a louder
moan, and a notable move of her hips against me.  "You realise ofcourse,
this'll have to go." - She blushed -deeply- and looked down, beginning to
run her fingers through the curly hair of my chest, biting on her lower lip
in uncertainty of what to say.  I kissed her nose, once, and stepped back
from her to retreive the bag of toiletries i'd brung, and a razor from it -
chuckling, playfully beginning to assert the dominance i'd held over her
through our online conversations, i pulled out the small seat mounted to
the wall of the shower and snapped my fingers, pointing at it, grinning as
i let out a "Sit." - she blushed deep red as she caught on, and hesitated,
her "...  Yes master" a whisper, quickened by some embarassment.  She sat,
however, and i knelth, spreading her legs apart with one hand, pulling
subtly on her hip to pull her towards me somewhat as i sat between her
feet, running my other hand over her mons and letting my thumb
'accidentally' brush against he top of her slit while i felt where her
pubic stubble grew - it beeing too subtle to really see - though only
shortly, as she began to gasp and shudder faintly at just that light touch.
Reaching in with the razor, bringing it against her skin, drawing another
moan from her as i began to shave her - taking care not to nick her with
it, again acting somewhat clinical about it as the blade rasped against the
stubble's growth carefully, making her endure minute after minute of
teasing; her legs spreading further with each touch of blade and fingers as
i made sure not a hint remained, leaving her sex immaculately bare and
smooth - and, by the razor, somewhat reddened, sensitive to even the
faintest touch.

   "Good girl." - i grinned invisibly to her as i set the razor aside and
leaned in to press a kiss to her oversensitive skin, then traced my tongue
downwards, catching her by-now swollen clitoris between my lips, sucking it
softly as i let my tongue flicker against it, my hands reaching upwards,
stroking over her body, pushing her back into the seat subtly as her hips
moved towards me - she moaned a loud, long moan as i lapped at her pussy,
spreading her folds with my tongue and pushing it deep into her core, just
once, letting my hands run down her arms to take her wrists and guide her
hands between her legs; she picked up on my intentions and leaned further
back, letting her fingers run over her labia and excited clitoris as i
stood up, watching, leaning against the opposite wall of the cubicle,
crossing my arms across my chest as she writhed, her hips moving to her own
hands, her breath coming in faster and faster bursts, her eyes wide-open,
showing a hint of embarassed disbelief.  Like her, i had somewhat of a hard
time believing i was actually there, this was actually happening - we both
revelled in the somewhat surreal feeling as she masturbated for me, pulling
her feet up to the edge of the seat to be able to reach better, making a
wanton show of herself without even so much as prompting from me.

   I couldn't ignore myself much longer, so i reached to run a hand through
her wet hair, brushing it out of her face as i stepped closer, whisperring
"You've been verry good, Jaye.  You've earned a reward" - leaning in to
lift her off the seat, letting it fold back against the wall so i could sit
her down on her knees in front of me, stroking her hair with one hand to
cant her head back somewhat, angling my throbbing cock down to her with the
other - her lips parted even before the head of my cock touched them, then
closed over me as i guided her face closer, her breath interjected with
moans as she writhed faintly, running her fingers against and inside her
sex, matching the rythm of my slow-moving hips as i began to give her the
reward i'd intended, simultaneously taking use of her - her tongue moved
and stroked against my cock as i slowly began to fuck her hot mouth, the
tip of my cock brushing against it's roof as i slowly drippled precum onto
her tongue, studiously keeping my own breath slow not to lose control of
myself; as much as i wanted her to enjoy her reward, i wanted to enjoy it
myself.

   Suppressing the urge to use her outright as i would have Nicky, i
allowed her time to get used to the fact she was sucking my cock; letting
her do what came naturally, only using my fingers in her hair to guide her
subtly, further towards me.  I enjoyed the blowjob as she gave it, didn't
make demands of her; i certainly hadn't expected her to try and swallow me
as she did, a faint frown on her brow as she musterred up the courage and
then pushed towards me, the ring of her lips on my member tightening as she
swallowed - or tried to, though instinct caused a slight panicked look in
her eyes as my cock pushed faintly against the entrance to her throat and
partly cut off her breath - i stayed where i was, stroking her hair. 
"Breathe through your nose, girl" - i was in doubt at that moment, partly
wanting to pull back, partly wanting to push through.  My hesitation was
enough; it allowed her to gather her thoughts and begin breathing through
her nose, relaxing as she realised it possible.  Her hands found my hips,
clinging to me as, eager to please as she was, she pushed herself towards
me further, the muscle of her throat spasming somewhat frantically as she
swallowed my cock further and further into her mouth and throat- it took me
a while to realise the moans i heard were mine, transfixed as i was on the
sight of this inexperienced girl's lips locked around the root of my cock,
the feeling of her chin brushing my sack as i moved my hips involuntarally;
the moment of insecurity passed for both of us as instinct took over, and i
began to move her head, taking a light hold of her hair to bob her head
back and forth as i fucked her mouth and throat, feeling the familiar
tightening of my sack, the telltake tickle at the base of my spine that
told me i would orgasm if i kept this up.  Not wanting to stop, i forced
myself to, groaning as i pulled back from her face and took a small step
back, masturbating myself as she was again masturbating herself, seeing
dissapointment in her eyes as she pouted up at me with a wanton moan - i
heard myself chuckle between rapid breaths as i strained not to reach
orgasm.  "Do you want my cum, Whore?" -she groaned and nodded as i
masturbated towards her, feeling my hips buck slightly, unvoluntarally, as
my balls ached for release; i waited, however, until she gatherred her
thougths and half-moaned, half-whimperred a begging "Yes, master please!"
"Cum for me, Whore.  Show me what a wanton little slut you are and cum for
me as i cum on your face" - she actually squeeled a little at that, her
breath going frantic as her hand did; i couldn't see what she was doing
beneath as i stood over her, but it must have worked; i waited for the
telltale signs of her orgasm, fast, small little gasps and squeeks
emanating from her as her eyes closed and her head fell back, her body
moving as her hips jerked - she shudderred as i groaned and leaned back,
taking in a deep breath and letting go, feeling my cum burst from my cock
and watching fascinatedly as it spattered against her cheeks and nose, her
cheeks turning a deep red as she realised i was shooting my seed against
her face - her hands came up to run through the sticky semen that dribbled
down, thinned by the water that was still blasting from above - i reached
up and turned the jet away from her.  "Stop.  Don't move." she whimperred,
but complied, her hands on her cheeks, her fingers in the cum i'd shot onto
her.  "Rub it into your skin, Whore." - she blushed deeper, but giggled and
began to comply, running her hands across her face first, then throat and
chest, smearing my orgasm against herself, rubbing the glimmerring semen
into her skin, the present water preventing it from drying; thinning it out
further to let it stream over her entire body as she fondled and pinched at
her breasts and nipples.

   I knelth down by her and kissed her lips, chuckling softly at the taste
of my own semen, caressing her hair back as she returned the kiss,
deepening it, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as mine wrapped around
hers, the both of us standing upright as i guided her to her feet and out
into the warm hotel room, backwards to the bed where i'd spread two towels,
one on the other, having planned for this; i laid her back on the towels
and grinned, using a third to begin drying what she hadn't touched to rub
my semen into her.  "It'll be fun to think you're wearing my cum today,
Whore" - she squeeled again and hid her face in her hands, embarassedly -
"And my collar, if you feel you're ready for it.  Do you think you are? 
Are you ready to serve, Whore?"

   There was a short, but laden silence as i unrolled the slim, red collar
from around it's bell, from it's box on the dresser.  It drew itself out
though, seeming to take far longer as we looked eachother in the eyes, and
i saw a slight pang of hesitance in hers that faded quickly as she finally
sat up, and lifted her hair up.  I moved automatically, leaning over her to
wrap the collar snuggly in place, the feline bell coming to rest in the
hollow of her throat where it'd emit a faint jingle with every move sudden
enough to jerk it; it was as though i was standing besides myself, watching
as i fastened the bell in place just tight enough to be easilly felt,
checking by slipping two fingers under it and tugging to make sure it
wasn't on too tight.  "Yes, Master" - she spoke softly, half-whisperring.
"I want to serve you, Master"

   I was proud of her.  Proud in ways i couldn't describe, as i took up the
towel and began to dry myself off, as she drip-dried and sat up to towel
her hair dry - i sat down, watching her, feeling myself grin but unable to
straigthen my face even had i wanted to.

   "Good girl.  I promise you won't dissapoint; i promise i won't
dissapoint you" She smiled up to me, and then giggled mirthfully, her eyes
glimmerring with mischief as i added "Now be a dear and fetch breakfast,
would you?"

   Hmm.  I loved that mischief.  Ofcourse, if she -acted- on it...

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