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Pam and I
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Pam and I
Pam and I met while we were both full-time graduate students at
the university. She and I had both taken leaves from our jobs to
devote ourselves to completing Masters degrees in two years.
That meant that we spent a lot of time on campus. We met in a
class we were taking together. She was an excellent researcher
and I was a whiz with the computer. We got together and help
each other studying and doing research papers. Our relationship
developed slowly. We went out to dinner several times and did
a wonderfully erotic and exciting relationship.
In the beginning we started slowly. Each of us being cautious not
to hurt our relationship by going too far. Neither of us knew
what our respective limits might be. At first, Pam would order
me to strip and massage her. This would be followed by my going
down on her until she climaxed. She would then relieve me by
having me fuck her or by giving me a blowjob. It wasn't for a
few months that we began dabbling in "heavier" stuff and began
shopping for equipment to enhance our scenes. I had clipped a
coupon from the now dogeared magazine and ordered a catalog
filled with BDSM paraphernalia. Pam and I perused it together
and began to get ideas about scenes we'd like to try. After each
idea she came up with, Pam would ask if I would like it. Finally
I told her that I didn't really want to be asked. I wanted to
be told what she wanted and that I would be obliged to do her
bidding. We then agreed upon a safeword (we read about safewords
in the magazine as well) that would be used if I felt a limit had
been reached.
We pooled together some money, which neither of us had a great
deal of, and made an initial purchase of some equipment. ( As the
Mistress/Slave relationship developed, Pam would eventually
tonight? Do you have any plans for tonight?"
Alexandra frowned, finally allowing her discomfort to be visible. She
looked at the Doctor suspiciously. "Really, what business is it of yours?"
"I want to get together with you, obviously..."
Some people couldn't take a hint. "Doctor, I appreciate the attention
you've given me inside our professional relationship," she stated
forcefully. "However, please understand that I have absolutely no interest
in getting involved in any other kind of relationship with you." She hoped
Alexandra sat up straight, and slowly leaned forward. With one hand, she
pushed the Doctor's penis between her breasts. Even her huge tits were
unable to encompass it completely. With a very audible sigh and closed
eyes, she began sliding her torso up and down, her hands keeping his cock
comfortably ensconsed between her breasts. She start smiling a secret
inner smile. Her sweat provided more than adequate lubrication for the
tit-fuck. She was wet in other places as well.
Dr. Avery's hips gyrated in response to her ministrations, first slowly,
then faster and faster. Breath whistled between his clenched teeth. "Not
yet," he groaned. "Tell me you're my slave, Alexandra. Tell me you'll
always be my slave."
Her eyes get as wide as saucers. "Uh, yes, Master, of course, I'll always
be your slave," she managed, between panting breaths.
He was teetering on the brink of a thunderous explosion. "You love being
my slave. Say it. The idea makes you so hot you can't stand it. You're
about to come. Any second now..."
Alexandra was panting uncontrollably. She was bobbing faster and
faster on the Doctor's cock. "Yes, yes, I love being your slave!" she
cried. " Thank you for making me your slave!" Her head was involuntarily
thrashing from side to side as she struggled for breath.
"Touch yourself, damn it! We're about to come together." Alexandra
reached down, frantically pulling aside her leotard and panties to finger
herself madly. "At the count of five - 1...2...3...4...5."
Dr Avery screamed uncontrollably. Alexandra simultaneously began shouting
"YES YES YES ...". Hot jism shot out of his cock and spurted all over her
face, breasts, and hair. With his final ounce of strength, Dr. Avery
reached forward to twist her nipples. Then spent, he lay back in the
chair, gasping, totally satisfied with the afternoon's events. Alexandra
rocked back on her haunches, her hands caressing her breasts, still slick
with cum. Very slowly and hesitantly, she raised one red-nailed finger to
her lips, and delicately licked it, eyes still staring fixedly at the
Doctor. As he gazed back at Alexandra's rapturous cum-covered face, Dr.
Avery had an idea. He hobbled back to his desk and again rang the
intercom.
"Miss Swenson, drop everything and come in here immediately."
"Very good, Doctor."
End of Part 1
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Well, what are the the malignant Doctor's twisted plans for the hapless
Alexandra and the beauteous Miss Swenson? Will there be a Part 2? Only
time will tell.
To my readers: As always, I would appreciate hearing your comments and
fantasy suggestions.
Regards,
The Mind Control Fan
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