Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Backstory
Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Part: Chapter 21
Universe: Blackmailed Rape Slave
Summary: Lynn has a frustrating evening with her boyfriend and returns
home early, where Jamal is waiting for her.
Keywords: BMWF, interr, sad, piv, oral, anal, a2m, ws

   by Backstory will.backstory@googlemail.com

   Chapter 21: Be Careful What You Wish For (BMWF interr sad piv oral anal
a2m ws)

   IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER!  ________________________________ This story is
intended for individuals above the age of 21 or above whatever age the
local jurisdiction of the reader would dictate.  None of the characters of
situations are real, or even based on any real people or events. 
________________________________ Chapter 21: Be Careful What You Wish For
(BMWF interr nc sad piv oral anal a2m ws)

   Lynn fought back as he held her down, the weight of him pressing her
into the floor.  He struggled with one hand to unbuckle his pants, gripping
her by the hair with the other.  She felt his warm, hard cock press up
against her belly as he freed himself, and she struggled harder, twisting
away from him.  He yanked her back around, pushing himself forward and
between her thighs.  Soon he would be inside her, and she couldn't stop
him.

   Then he was off of her.  She opened her eyes to see that he had pulled
away, and was sitting on the floor, running his hands through his hair.

   "I'm sorry, Lynn, I just don't think I can do this." His breathing was
rapid.  He seemed scared.  Lynn stood up, gathering up her panties and
jeans.  She felt embarrassed.

   "No, Brandon it's fine.  I know it's weird."

   "No, it's just...  we've barely had sex at all, and then you text me
begging to come fuck you, and now you want to do this rape thing.  It's
just...  it's just going a little fast for me."

   "It's fine." she said, pulling her pants up and buttoning them, "I'm
sorry I asked." She straightened her bra, and re-buttoned the two buttons
on her blouse that Brandon had gotten to.

   "Can't we just...  I don't know...  can't we do it regular?"

   She turned to look at him.  His dick was still hanging out of his open
fly, mostly soft now.  She needed more than he was probably able do give
her.  She slipped on her shoes.  "No, Brandon.  I need to get home.  I'll
call you later."

   She left his dorm room and headed back downstairs, then out to her car.
Normally, this would have been a nice Saturday night - making out, maybe
oral sex - but things were different now.  She was different.  Jamal had
broken her, and spoiled her for boys like Brandon.  She needed a man who
didn't have to ask what she wanted - who wouldn't ask what she wanted.  As
she drove home, she found herself playing the day of her rape over again,
in her mind.

   When she got home, some time later, she was tired, but horny as hell. 
She hurried up the stairs, intending to get into bed and masturbate.  She'd
make herself cum, maybe a few times, then drop off to sleep.  Her thoughts
dwelt on the time she'd spent tied around Chloe's toilet, her asshole
squeezed wide around the fat dildo mounted on the side of the vanity behind
her.  She entered her apartment, closing the door at the same time she
flicked on the light switch.

   There was no light.

   She stood in the darkness, flicking the light switch uselessly, but
there was nothing.  Suddenly, a blueish glow lit the hallway.  A flickering
light was coming from her living room.  She felt a tingle of nervous
excitement at the thought that came to her now, and she made her way
cautiously down the hallway.

   "Jamal?"

   There was no answer, but it had to be him.  Her stomach was in knots as
she reached the doorway to her living room and looked inside.  On her TV
screen, silently playing, was a video loop of her on her back, naked, a
large black cock moving in and out of her asshole.  When the shock of this
image wore off, she looked around at the rest of the room.

   In the center, was a small wooden pedestal a little less than waist
high, about five or six inches square.  Mounted on top of the pedestal was
a large double dildo, peach-colored, with a small bottle of lubrication
next to it.  The cock at the front of the pedestal was about five or six
inches long, and quite fat.  Curving up behind that one was another, much
longer and thinner.  There was a pair of handcuffs closed loosely around
the front cock, and draped between the two were several other items: a
short chain with nipple clamps on either end, a ball gag on a leather
strap, and a pair of long, white stockings.

   She stared at the setup, sitting innocuously in the center of her living
room, and suddenly became aware that Jamal was in the room as well, leaning
against the wall across from her, watching.  He was all the way across the
room, her couch and the pedestal between them.  She hadn't even come inside
the room; if she wanted to, she was sure she could get away, out of her
apartment.

   She looked to the TV again, watching the image of Jamal's cock sliding
smoothly in and out of her own asshole.  Slowly, she put a hand up to her
neck, and started unbuttoning her blouse, equal parts anxiety and
excitement twisting her stomach.  When she had opened all of the buttons,
she looked up at Jamal, and slowly removed her shirt.  He didn't react, but
continued watching her.  She folded her blouse and walked into the room,
placing it neatly on a nearby chair.

   Her eyes still locked on Jamal's, she unbuckled her jeans, and pulled
them carefully down over her hips.  She removed her socks as she pulled her
jeans down off of each leg, folding each item and piling them on the chair,
then took a deep breath as she stood up straight.  She reached back, her
stomach tightening again, as she unclasped her bra, removing it, and
putting it with her other things.  She glanced over at the chain and nipple
clamps as she felt the cool air of the room on her tits.

   She stood for a while in just her panties, looking back and forth
between Jamal and her TV screen, waiting to see if he was going to do
anything, but he remained still, watching her and waiting.  The tension in
the pit of her stomach increased as she ran her hands along the sides of
her body, then slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties,
sliding them slowly down.  When they, too, were folded on the chair, she
stood naked before Jamal.

   Still he did nothing.

   Tentatively, she walked to the pedestal and took the white stockings. 
One by one, she pulled them on, up to her thighs.  She liked the way they
looked on her.

   The next item on the stack was the bright red ball gag.  She took this,
and looked over at Jamal as she lifted it to her face and took the ball
into her mouth.  She struggled with the straps a bit, but soon had it tied
around behind her head.

   She was past nervousness now, and felt only the adrenaline of her
excitement.  She lifted the short chain from between the double-dildo's two
cocks, and took one of the nipple clamps in her hand, squeezing it open. 
She took her left nipple in between her fingers and pinched it gently,
until it became hard, standing out from her tit.  She brought the clamp
down, touching the metal to her breast, and slowly closed it on her nipple.
She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain hit, and opened her mouth wide,
taking in a deep breath around the ball gag.

   After a moment, when the initial pain had subsided, she carefully let
the clamp go, and took hold of the other end.  She ran her fingers around
her nipple, gently stimulating it.  When it was erect, she carefully closed
the second clamp onto it.  She lifted her hand, feeling the chain swinging
lightly from her nipples and ran her fingers over her tits, and over her
sensitive nipples.  She let her hands wander downward, along her belly,
then spread her legs and let her hand move down between them, feeling how
wet her pussy was.

   She rubbed herself lightly, and looked up at Jamal again.  He was
smiling, which made her feel good.  She rubbed her pussy for a moment more,
then reached out to the pedestal and picked up the bottle of lube and took
the handcuffs off of the large, front cock.  After putting the handcuffs
carefully on top of her clothes, she opened the little bottle and dripped
clear liquid all over the double dildo.  When the two rubber cocks seemed
well-coated, she dripped some lubricant onto her fingers, and reached back
behind herself, rubbing it inside her crack, and then pushing three
slippery fingers easily up into her ass.

   She took time getting her asshole well-lubricated, and then put the
bottle on top of her panties, wiping her hand on her socks as she did so,
and then taking the handcuffs, opening them up.  Jamal's voice startled
her.

   "Behind your back, please, Lynn."

   She nodded, lightly, then closed one of the cuffs around her left wrist.
She put her hands behind her back and fumbled for a moment before closing
the second on her right wrist.  With nothing left to do, she turned to
Jamal, to await his orders.

   He watched her for a moment, then gestured to the pedestal.  Lynn
nodded, and lifted her leg, trying to get herself up high enough to get the
fat cock into her pussy.  It was very difficult.  She strained leg muscles,
feeling the slippery thing slide against her thigh and along her slit. 
Finally, she did a little hop, and let out a groan from around the ball
gag, as the fat dildo filled her cunt.

   She felt the anal dildo pressed against her crack, with the tip pushing
up against the small of her back.  With her hands cuffed behind her back,
it was relatively simple to lean forward and position the head of the slim
cock against her asshole.  Once it was lined up, she pushed back against
it, feeling the thing slide quickly and easily up her ass.  She lowered
herself down off of her tip toes, then bent her knees until she felt the
fake rubber balls of the double dildo press up against her pussy.  She
paused there for a moment, then lifted herself up, slowly, as the video
playing on her TV changed.

   She saw herself struggling against Jamal.  She was still clothed, but
soon she was up against the wall, and Jamal's fingers were inside of her.
She remembered the shock of this moment, as she squatted back down, taking
the double dildo deep in both of her holes.  As she slowly fucked herself,
the video progressed from scene to scene - a kind of a highlight reel of
her day of rape.  She wasn't even aware that Jamal had approached her until
she felt his fingers spread her pussy lips, exposing her clit.  She looked
down in time to see him press a small, silver, egg-shaped thing up against
her clit, and then tape it there.

   When he had finished with this, he patted the taped egg.  A small black
wire ran out from the thing, to a small rectangular box in Jamal's hand. 
He moved a slide switch with his thumb, and instantly, the egg taped over
her clit began to vibrate strongly.  She couldn't talk through the gag, but
she mumbled her thanks.

   "You're welcome."

   He took another piece of tape and pressed the rectangular control box to
her thigh as she squatted down, taking the dildos as deeply as she could,
watching the video of her and Jamal.  She held herself as still as she
could for him, the buzzing on her clit getting her close to orgasm.  He
taped the control box in place, and then stepped back.  She looked up at
Jamal for a moment, then back to her TV She began moving herself up and
down on the two rubber cocks, watching the video as she fucked herself.

   Lynn, on the TV, was on all fours now, facing away from the camera, her
head bent low.  Lynn watched the image of Jamal's cockhead squeezing into
her ass as, in her living room, she moved herself gently up and down,
feeling the two rubber cocks penetrating her, the little silver egg buzzing
against her clit.  It was an amazing turn-on to watch herself being fucked,
and she marveled at how wide the image of her asshole stretched as the Lynn
from the video slowly pushed her ass back toward the camera-wielding Jamal.

   The buzzing of the little egg taped to her clit was driving her mad, and
as she felt an orgasm approaching, she began squatting harder and faster on
the double dildo, her eyes glued to the television screen, watching herself
sucking Jamal's cock straight from her asshole.  The clips on her nipples
bounced as she moved herself more vigorously, sending a jolting pain
through her nipples each time.

   On the edge of cumming, she looked up at Jamal.  He had his cock out and
was slowly stroking himself as he watched her fucking herself in her own
living room.  His cock looked so thick and hard and she wanted it inside of
her, badly.

   "Are you going to cum for me, Lynn?" he asked.

   She nodded her head vigorously, and at almost the same moment, tipped
over the edge.  She found herself unable to move up and down when she came,
so she squatted low on the double dildo, taking both cocks deep inside of
her, rotating her hips as her body shuddered.  She moaned as she came,
thanking Jamal with words so garbled by the ball gag and her own spasming
body that she knew he could not possibly understand her.

   She felt his hands at the back of her head, and the harness to the ball
gag loosened.  He removed the gag from her mouth, and she took in a deep
breath.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she said in a long, moaning voice.

   He moved in front of her and kissed her, deeply and passionately, his
hands gripping her sides, under her armpits.  He squeezed her tightly with
each hand as he kissed her, then raked his fingernails down both sides, the
pain sharp and good.  She felt his warm, hard cock against her left, inner
thigh as his tongue filled her mouth.  Her orgasm had faded, but the
buzzing on her clit was keeping her body keyed up.  She felt so completely
penetrated, but all she could think about was his cock, and how badly she
needed it inside of her.

   He pulled back, finally, licking her lips softly as he withdrew.  She
held her mouth open, unable to keep her body from shaking as the silver egg
vibrated incessantly against her clit.

   "Thank you, Jamal." she gasped.  It was difficult to speak.  "Please...
please...  I need..." she swallowed hard, "please, let me..."

   Jamal took hold of a fistful of hair from the back of her head and
leaned in, pulling her towards him.  She felt the double-dildos moving
inside of her, the one in her ass sliding a little ways out of her, the fat
one in her pussy pushing just the smallest bit deeper.  He kissed and
licked at her neck and then her ear, then whispered to her.  "What do you
need, little slut?"

   Her body was shuddering even harder now, the vibrations on her clit
keeping her body completely tense.  "Please...  please...  I want to... 
feel you...  please, I need you...  inside me."

   Jamal loosened his grip on her hair, and his hand moved down and around
to the front, gripping her neck.  He moved back as his hand closed tightly
around her throat, looking deep into her eyes.

   "Are you my slut, Lynn?"

   "Yes, Sir!"

   "I want you to fuck yourself."

   It was difficult, but she managed to gasp out, "Yes, Sir." and began
moving herself up and down as best she could, feeling the dildos sliding in
and out of her as she did.  Jamal's hand around her throat was tight, and
made breathing difficult, but not impossible.  She quickly found herself on
the edge of another orgasm.

   "You like it when I choke you, don't you?"

   "Y-yes...  Sir...." she managed.

   He squeezed tightly then, cutting off her breath completely, and she
began to cum.  Her entire body stopped, paralyzed as the orgasm ripped
through her.  She tried to take in air, but Jamal held her throat closed.
It seemed like a minute or more, but could only have been a few seconds,
when he finally released her.  He slapped her face as she drew in a deep
breath, and then let out something between a squeal and a moan.

   "Fuck yourself!  Harder, if you want to feel my cock tonight!"

   Lynn grunted, then stood and squatted faster, fucking her two holes as
hard as she could.  Her legs quivered like jelly, and she knew she couldn't
keep it up for long.  Jamal stood, watching her slam herself down on the
rubber cocks for some time after her orgasm faded.  The relentless
vibrations on her clit were just painful now, but she could not escape
them. Her body continued to spasm without pleasure.

   Finally, Jamal lifted the chain between her nipples with his index
finger and pulled gently forward, his eyes locked on hers.  She whimpered,
leaning her body forward.  He pulled harder, and it became clear that he
was pulling her off of the pedestal.  She struggled, lifting her left leg.
The rubber cock in her ass slipped out easily, but she had trouble with the
one in her pussy.  Jamal yanked hard on the chain and she hopped up, just
barely managing to get herself off of the toy.  The nipple clips slipped
forward, painfully, to the tips of her nipples.

   She waddled awkwardly forward as Jamal continued tugging on her chain.
As she reached him, he leaned down, adjusting the control taped to her
thigh, gradually slowing the vibrations, then stopping them completely. 
She spread her legs for him as he ran his hand up between her thighs.  Her
pussy and inner thighs were soaked from cumming, and he pushed two fingers
easily up into her.  She was embarrassed by the sloppy, wet sound Jamal's
hand made as he roughly fingered her.  Her eyes were drawn to her
television, where she watched herself licking Chloe's kitchen floor clean
after she'd been forced to piss herself.

   Jamal's fingers slid out of her and he moved his hand up in front of her
mouth, where she carefully licked them clean, the taste of her own pussy
getting her horny again.  He wiped his fingers on her cheek, then lifted
the chain connecting her nipples upwards.  She opened her mouth and took
the chain with her teeth.

   Jamal turned her around, then backed up to her couch, sitting down,
pushing his cock forward.  Lynn moved toward him, and climbed up, kneeling
over his lap, and positioning her dripping wet pussy over him.  She could
feel his head parting her pussy lips and could barely control herself. 
Through her teeth she spoke.

   "Jamal, please may I have your cock in my pussy?"

   He nodded once, and she lowered herself onto him, feeling that massive
cock push all the way into her.  She let out a long, low moan of pleasure
as he completely filled her pussy.  She held herself like that for a
moment, then began fucking herself.  Jamal nodded, licking his lips as she
increased her pace, the clamps pulling painfully on her nipples with each
bounce.

   At some point the clamp on her left nipple was tugged free, and she
gasped as pain blossomed there.  Jamal reached up and released the clamp on
her right nipple as well, then tossed the chain aside, his hands closing
over her breasts, squeezing them tightly.  The pain in her nipples was
intense.

   "Do you like riding my cock with your cunt, Lynn?"

   "Yes, thank you so much, Sir."

   "It's a reward for your obedience.  You've proven to be a good little
cunt for your Master."

   She liked the way it sounded when he called himself her master.  "Thank
you, Sir.  I want to be such a good little cunt for my Master."

   He began thrusting up at her as she bounced on him, and she realized he
was getting close to cumming.  She had a sudden, powerful desire to cum on
his cock as he spilled himself in her.

   "Please, cum in me, Jamal.  I want to feel you filling my cunt with your
hot cum."

   He grunted now, and reached around her, pulling her down onto him.  She
could no longer move on him, but he was fucking her pussy with long, hard
thrusts.  She tried to get herself to orgasm, but before she could, he
pulled her toward him with fierce strength, pushing his cock completely
inside of her.  She felt him tense, then felt his cock spasm inside of her.
She wasn't sure if she could feel his cum spraying inside of her, but each
time he tensed, she focused, squeezing her pussy on him.

   When he had finished cumming in her, he slowly relaxed, releasing her.
She was frustrated that she had not cum and moved her hips rhythmically,
feeling his still hard cock moving inside of her.  Jamal remained still and
did not stop her, so she felt free to continue.  She rotated her pelvis,
feeling his cockhead rub against her g-spot, and repeated the motion.  Her
motion was slow, with long, deliberate movements, as she worked herself up
toward orgasm.

   It felt nice to have him inside of her, but his cock had softened when
he'd cum, and she found that she was not able to get herself off.  She
continued her slow motions anyhow, and after a little while, she realized
that he was becoming hard again.  The harder he got, the closer she got
herself, but before she could get herself to cum, Jamal pulled out of her.

   Hey tossed her onto the couch, on her side, and pulled her asscheek to
the side.  She was incredibly frustrated that she had still not cum, and
was unable to suppress a disappointed little whine.  Jamal slapped her ass,
hard, then spread her cheek again.

   "Don't forget your place, Lynn."

   "I'm sorry, Sir." she said, and relaxed herself as he pushed his cock
against her asshole.  Slick with cum, he pushed himself easily into her
little opening, and she soon felt the familiar sensation of this massive
cock sliding smoothly all the way up her ass.  Her asshole felt sore, as he
fucked it, and she wished he would rub her clit.

   "Please, can you help me cum, Jamal?" she asked.

   "No." He said, continuing to fuck her ass with long strokes.  He fucked
her on her side for a while, then stood her up, bending her over at the
waist so that her face was near the double dildo she had ridden earlier. 
"Clean your toy, please, Lynn." Jamal said, pushing her face toward the
thing.  She licked all up and down the fat cock that had been in her pussy,
tasting herself again.  The video on her television had apparently ended
and was now showing the loop of her ass-fucking that had been on when she
arrived.

   Jamal stood her up again, moving them around the pedestal again so that
her back was to the television.  She felt his fingers in her hair, and
cried out in surprise and pain as he suddenly grabbed a handful of hair and
roughly bent her over again, this time forcing her face down over the fat
rubber cock.  With an effort, she got her mouth around it as he mashed her
face down, and she felt it pushing at the back of her throat.  The slender
anal dildo pressed awkwardly against the side of her face as he held her
down, His own thick cock thrusting forcefully in and out of her ass.

   He jammed her face roughly down on the fat cock a few times, then yanked
her back up.  She gasped for breath as he held her standing up, her cuffed
hands pressed against his belly.  She bit her lip and ground her ass back
against him, loving the soft groan he made as she rotated her hips, his
cock moving deep in her ass.  He pulled her head back, kissing and biting
at her neck as moved on him.

   Soon, though, he bent her forward again, this time making her take the
long, slender, anal dildo into her mouth.  He began fucking her again as
the thin, curved dick slid down her throat, his balls slapping against her
pussy with each hard thrust into her ass.  Unbelievably, her lips met the
base of the toy, and she realized that the entire length of the thing was
down her throat.  She resisted the urge to gag as he held her head down.

   As he held her down like this, he began pulling himself back, long and
slow, then slamming the full length of his cock back up her asshole, his
pelvis mashing against her ass each time, asserting his complete dominance
over her.  She began to feel out of breath, and tried to lift her head, but
Jamal held her fast.  She struggled vainly for a minute but he only let her
up an inch, then smashed her face repeatedly down and up on the last inch
of the toy.  She was beginning to panic when he yanked her back and up by
her hair.

   She took a deep, gargling breath, then began to cough as he pulled her
to standing, and back against him.  He fucked her ass for just a minute
more and the pulled out, releasing her completely.  Her legs gave out on
her and she fell, landing heavily on her side.

   "Get up on your knees and clean my cock."

   She struggled up onto her knees and began licking his cock all along the
shaft.  She licked him to the tip and then took him in, pushing her head
forward to take him deep into her throat.  He groaned and threaded his
fingers through her hair, thrusting softly at her face as she sucked him.
She felt him tensing and prepared to swallow his cum.

   Jamal let out a low moan that turned into a growl, and he pulled back
from her, panting.

   "Stand up."

   She struggled up to her feet, and when she had stood, he turned her
around and unlocked the handcuffs.  She brought her arms around in front of
her, massaging sore muscles as Jamal grabbed one side of her couch and
pulled it away from the wall.  He pointed at the side of the couch and she
hurried to stand there.

   Jamal bent her over along the back of the couch and then lifted her left
leg, putting her foot up onto the arm of the couch.  She felt her asshole
and pussy exposed - presented to Him - in this position, and a moment
later, she took in a shuddering breath as eight inches of hard cock pushed
up into her cunt.

   "Oh, yes, thank you, Sir." She wanted more than anything to cum on his
cock.  "Please let me cum with you inside of me, Master."

   He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in her a second
time, sending shivers through her body.

   "Please, Master...  Please will you make me cum on your cock?"

   He didn't reply, but began slowly thrusting in and out of her, gradually
increasing in speed and forcefulness.  Lynn stretched forward along the top
of her couch, clawing at the fabric as her Master brought her closer and
closer to orgasm.

   Soon he was fucking her so hard that the couch moved along the floor
with each thrust.  She was getting closer, but then he changed his angle
and began slamming against her g-spot each time he penetrated her, driving
her right to the edge.

   "OH, PLEASE, Sir, may I cum?" she yelled back frantically.

   "Yes." he said.

   Her body began to shudder for the third time that night and she felt her
pussy squeezing spastically on Jamal's cock as he fucked her through an
intense orgasm.  She screamed and squealed with pleasure, feeling cum
dripping down her thighs.  When it was finally done, she fell against the
couch, completely exhausted.

   Jamal didn't let her rest long, though.  He slipped out of her and
pulled her up off of the couch, then down on her knees.  She wobbled, but
couldn't hold herself up.  Jamal took her by the hair and pressed the side
of her face against the couch.

   She was aware that he was stroking himself above her, but didn't know
that he was going to cum until the first of it hit her face.  She closed
her eyes as his cum hit her in the temple, then ran down along her eye and
across her nose, onto the arm of the couch.  She opened her mouth feebly,
but he just sprayed the side of her face with cum, then let her go.  She
collapsed onto the floor, completely spent.

   She lay on the floor for a while, listening.  She could hear Jamal
getting dressed and then, after a while, stopping to stand above her.

   "That was a pretty poor way to thank me for letting you cum with my cock
in your pussy."

   "I know." she said.  She wondered what he was going to do.  "I'm sorry."

   "Get up, on your knees."

   Lynn took a long deep breath, then slowly got up onto her knees.  She
felt his cum dripping down her cheek and along her nose.  She kept her eyes
squeezed shut.

   Jamal's finger ran across her cheek and then along her jawline.  "Open."
he said.

   She opened her mouth and he put his finger in, along with a glob of cum.
She licked it up and swallowed, immediately.

   "That's better." he said, and she heard him unzipping.  "Open up,
please." She couldn't believe he was ready again, but she opened her mouth.

   There was a moment, and then the tip of his cock entered her mouth.  She
had only just realized that he was soft, when his piss began flooding into
her mouth.  As soon as she knew what was happening, she swallowed fast
several times, struggling to keep up with the flow, but not spilling any.
She was determined not to fail at this.  He stopped at one point,
withdrawing, and letting her catch her breath, before putting the tip of
his dick back into her mouth and filling it once more.

   When the flow finally slowed, she felt triumphant.  She held the last of
it in her mouth as he withdrew, imagining him looking down approvingly,
then closed her mouth and swallowed it.  She couldn't help a small, proud
smile as she heard him zip himself up.  She felt two fingers on her lips
and opened her mouth, relaxing as he pushed them to the back of her throat
and held them there.

   "You've been a good little cunt tonight, Lynn.  I'm very pleased with
you."

   She kept herself relaxed, controlling her gag reflex as he moved his
fingers along the back of her throat.  She opened one of her eye partway,
to look up at him, ignoring the sting as his cum touched her eye and saw
that he did look pleased.  She smiled again as he withdrew his fingers from
her mouth, but the smile faded when he turned, heading out of the room.

   "Sir?" she said.  He stopped and turned partway back to her.

   "Yes?"

   "Please, Sir, I want to see you again.  I want to be yours."

   There was a long pause, and Lynn was sure he would say no.  "I will come
for you again.  Be ready for me." Once he'd said this, he turned and left
the room.

   When her door had closed, she let out a shuddering breath and crawled
weakly over to her purse, retrieving her phone.  She dialed, and put it to
her ear.  As it rang she ran her finger across her forehead, eyelid, nose,
and cheek, then put it into her mouth, letting Jamal's cum slide along her
tongue.  She was beginning to enjoy the strong and salty taste of him.  She
heard the phone pick up and quickly swallowed her Master's cum.

   "Lynn?  Is that you?"

   "Brandon..."

   "Oh, Lynn.  Come back over, please...  I changed my mind - I'll try..."

   "Brandon, no." He stopped.  "I'm sorry, Brandon, but it isn't going to
work out."

   She ended the call before he could reply, then turned the phone off,
dropping it back into her purse.  She stood on shaky legs, watching the
video loop of herself being ass-fucked, then switched it off and made her
way to the bathroom.  She looked over at her shower, but she didn't want to
wash his cum from her pussy yet.  She liked the feeling of him dripping
down her thighs.  Instead, she went to her sink and washed her face until
she could open both eyes properly.  In the mirror she saw that His cum was
still streaked through her hair, and smiled.

   She walked back out into her living room and laid down on the floor. 
She couldn't imagine sleeping in her bed now; she wanted to be at His feet.
She thought about his cum in her hair, in her pussy, and on her thighs. 
She could still taste him in her mouth.  She imagined that he slept on the
couch above her as she drifted off into a contented sleep. 
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