Contract-bound Slavery Pt1
Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2012 6:24 am
Guys, this is my first attempt at writing, so please be critical. All the feedback is highly appreciated as I develop this series.
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I had been dating Nikki for a few months now. We were having a great time together - she was fun to hang out with, the sex was great and I always wanted to be with her. I was madly in love with Nikki and was considering asking her to marry me. However, I was a bit hesitant. Nikki was a bit unpredictable and on a few occasions when I had made a recommendation or a suggestion she didn't like, she had riled me publicly. That was for suggesting a movie or a restaurant or a piece of clothing she didn't like. God alone knows how bad it would be if I proposed and she didn't want to get married. After thinking about it for nearly a week, I figured out a semblance of a plan: I'd take her to any of her four favorite restaurants, bring her back to my place and ask her after sex, when she was at her quietest.
There were still a few variables to be taken care of. The first was the ring. Getting the ring wrong is bad, even if there weren't so many other risks involved. The easiest way to get it right was to ask Nikki's mom, Lisa, or her best friend, Jordan. It was impossible though; both Lisa and Jordan would tell Nikki even before they helped me pick a ring. There was one thing I knew for sure: Nikki loved sapphires. After endless hours of research online and visiting nearly every jewelry store and designer in the state, I finally settled on a ring I thought she would like. I was too scared to ask anyone, even my own friends, for a second opinion - I didn't want Nikki hearing about it until I was absolutely sure I had taken care of everything.
Now that I had settled on a ring and I knew where I was taking her for dinner, I had to make sure it was at the end of a day when she was in as great a mood as possible. The only way to make sure was to try and get hints out of Lisa while waiting for Nikki to get dressed, and to glean as much as I could from the conversation during dinner. This trial-and-error method landed only errors for over a month. Most days, I got a glimpse of something having gone not quite Nikki's way and so I aborted the mission before leaving her house. A few days, it seemed the coast was clear and I'd take her to one of her four favorite restaurants, but some new information would force me to abort the mission again. I didn't know how many nights I had jumped the gun on an imaginary scare, passing up an opportunity. I was getting extremely jittery.
Then I finally found a few occasions where I did think I had a shot. Still, there was one more challenge to face - keeping Nikki sober. She gets louder with each drink, which is phenomenal when we are having sex, but when proposing to her, it could mess things up quite badly for me. The combination of all these challenges kept me trying for well past two and a half months, till one night, finally, I popped the question.
I don't know if I really had a shot or I was just too jittery to properly assess my chances.
"I have the answer, sweety," she cooed, giving me the bedroom eyes I often dreamed about, "but yes … or no … seems too simple and doesn't fit how long you've wanted to do this."
How on earth did she know?
"I want you to come up with some creative way for me to tell you the answer," she continued, "You know, a signal for a yes and a signal for a no! Do you think you can do that?"
I nodded, dumbstruck. This was definitely not one of the possible responses I had imagined. However, as I began to recompose myself, I figured I was in a better position than I had ever imagined I would be in at this point. So I threw caution to the wind and said the first words that came to my mouth.
"Well, baby, if you're going to say no, this is probably the last time we ever do it. So I'm going to lie back with my eyes closed. If it's a no, I want you to blow me," I said, enjoying the fact that she burst into a smile.
"That seems fair," she responded. "You should indeed get some compensation if you have to take a rejection. But what happens, if it's a yes? Are you going to thank me?"
"Seems fair. If it's a yes, you can ride my face for as long as you like tonight," I said. She loved riding my face as I ate her pussy, but I absolutely hated it.
"Ooh, yes! I like the sound of that! Alright, why don't you wait here and get the little boy ready to play again, while I go freshen up?" She kissed me, rolled off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, leaving all sorts of questions dancing in my head. What exactly was she going to do?
She was gone for 10 minutes. Then the door creaked open, just a peek. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes I am, baby. Come on out."
"Not like that. I want you to blindfold yourself first, so you can't peak."
"I don't have something to blindfold myself with."
"Put my panties around your eyes and use my bra to tie them off. Make sure you don't suffocate yourself or block your mouth. What if I want to ride you anyway?"
I complied and told her I was ready. I heard the door swing open. " Lie down baby," she said. "Spread your legs and lift your arms above your head. You want to be ready for me, no matter what my answer is, don't you?" I complied wordlessly.
I felt her kiss my belly, one palm placed firmly on either side of the kiss. One arm was just north of my stiffening cock. "Seems like the little boy is clamoring for attention, isn't he? Shall we give him a kiss?" My heart dropped as I felt her kiss the tip very lightly. The bed creaked as I felt her throw a leg over me. She continued to kiss my cock, while gripping it firmly around the base. Then she rocked her hips from side to side as she edged backwards, closer to my face, all the way until her pussy lips touched my lips just as lightly as the kisses she had been placing on the tip of my cock. "But mommy wants attention too, baby. Can't you taste how wet she is already?"
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back so she was sitting with her pussy square on my mouth. "Ooh, somebody's being naughty!" she giggled. "Go on, eat me."
I thought I had it made and dug in to start eating her pussy. Just as I made full contact with her lips, I felt her lips around my cock. What the fuck was going on? She felt me hesitate and pulled back from my cock. "Don't stop, baby," she said, sitting up straight, leaning back and running a hand through my hair. "Do you really think you were going to set the rules and dictate how I responded? Eat mommy just like she likes it and you'll have your answer soon." She went back to sucking on my cock as I grasped her hips firmly and went to making out with her lips. After what seemed like an eternity, she sat up again. "I want your tongue inside me now," she ordered, her voice firmer than I had ever heard it before.
My tongue drilled its way through her lips and to her clitoris. I kept flicking it and as I felt it surging, I started sucking on it, matching her pulse. Meanwhile, she sucked harder and harder on my cock. Out of the blue, I understood her game - whoever came first would decide what the answer was. I went to licking and sucking furiously, like I had never done before, racing against the orgasm I felt being brought on by her skillful lips and rushed on by the thought of the game she was playing with me. She could feel me suddenly hurtling toward orgasm and sat up, letting go of my cock. "I love you baby," she said, wiggling her hips over my face. "It seems you've caught on to my little game, but your little fella down there, he might get you screwed. It's you against him, sweetheart. Can you win?"
She took her time going back down, but I didn't waste any time doing everything I could to bring her to orgasm. Still, it seemed my orgasm would beat hers and I tried to pull my cock away from her mouth in order to get some rest, but I only ended up rushing myself a bit closer to that dreaded orgasm. I remembered an old trick used to delay orgasm - thinking of unsexy images. I imagined her gorgeous pussy to be the ugliest pussy to ever appear on earth and licked harder at it, hoping it would slow me down. It seemed to work and a few moments later, I felt the surges pulse through her hips and then she squirted her juices right into my mouth. I had won.
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I had been dating Nikki for a few months now. We were having a great time together - she was fun to hang out with, the sex was great and I always wanted to be with her. I was madly in love with Nikki and was considering asking her to marry me. However, I was a bit hesitant. Nikki was a bit unpredictable and on a few occasions when I had made a recommendation or a suggestion she didn't like, she had riled me publicly. That was for suggesting a movie or a restaurant or a piece of clothing she didn't like. God alone knows how bad it would be if I proposed and she didn't want to get married. After thinking about it for nearly a week, I figured out a semblance of a plan: I'd take her to any of her four favorite restaurants, bring her back to my place and ask her after sex, when she was at her quietest.
There were still a few variables to be taken care of. The first was the ring. Getting the ring wrong is bad, even if there weren't so many other risks involved. The easiest way to get it right was to ask Nikki's mom, Lisa, or her best friend, Jordan. It was impossible though; both Lisa and Jordan would tell Nikki even before they helped me pick a ring. There was one thing I knew for sure: Nikki loved sapphires. After endless hours of research online and visiting nearly every jewelry store and designer in the state, I finally settled on a ring I thought she would like. I was too scared to ask anyone, even my own friends, for a second opinion - I didn't want Nikki hearing about it until I was absolutely sure I had taken care of everything.
Now that I had settled on a ring and I knew where I was taking her for dinner, I had to make sure it was at the end of a day when she was in as great a mood as possible. The only way to make sure was to try and get hints out of Lisa while waiting for Nikki to get dressed, and to glean as much as I could from the conversation during dinner. This trial-and-error method landed only errors for over a month. Most days, I got a glimpse of something having gone not quite Nikki's way and so I aborted the mission before leaving her house. A few days, it seemed the coast was clear and I'd take her to one of her four favorite restaurants, but some new information would force me to abort the mission again. I didn't know how many nights I had jumped the gun on an imaginary scare, passing up an opportunity. I was getting extremely jittery.
Then I finally found a few occasions where I did think I had a shot. Still, there was one more challenge to face - keeping Nikki sober. She gets louder with each drink, which is phenomenal when we are having sex, but when proposing to her, it could mess things up quite badly for me. The combination of all these challenges kept me trying for well past two and a half months, till one night, finally, I popped the question.
I don't know if I really had a shot or I was just too jittery to properly assess my chances.
"I have the answer, sweety," she cooed, giving me the bedroom eyes I often dreamed about, "but yes … or no … seems too simple and doesn't fit how long you've wanted to do this."
How on earth did she know?
"I want you to come up with some creative way for me to tell you the answer," she continued, "You know, a signal for a yes and a signal for a no! Do you think you can do that?"
I nodded, dumbstruck. This was definitely not one of the possible responses I had imagined. However, as I began to recompose myself, I figured I was in a better position than I had ever imagined I would be in at this point. So I threw caution to the wind and said the first words that came to my mouth.
"Well, baby, if you're going to say no, this is probably the last time we ever do it. So I'm going to lie back with my eyes closed. If it's a no, I want you to blow me," I said, enjoying the fact that she burst into a smile.
"That seems fair," she responded. "You should indeed get some compensation if you have to take a rejection. But what happens, if it's a yes? Are you going to thank me?"
"Seems fair. If it's a yes, you can ride my face for as long as you like tonight," I said. She loved riding my face as I ate her pussy, but I absolutely hated it.
"Ooh, yes! I like the sound of that! Alright, why don't you wait here and get the little boy ready to play again, while I go freshen up?" She kissed me, rolled off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, leaving all sorts of questions dancing in my head. What exactly was she going to do?
She was gone for 10 minutes. Then the door creaked open, just a peek. "Are you ready for me, baby?"
"Yes I am, baby. Come on out."
"Not like that. I want you to blindfold yourself first, so you can't peak."
"I don't have something to blindfold myself with."
"Put my panties around your eyes and use my bra to tie them off. Make sure you don't suffocate yourself or block your mouth. What if I want to ride you anyway?"
I complied and told her I was ready. I heard the door swing open. " Lie down baby," she said. "Spread your legs and lift your arms above your head. You want to be ready for me, no matter what my answer is, don't you?" I complied wordlessly.
I felt her kiss my belly, one palm placed firmly on either side of the kiss. One arm was just north of my stiffening cock. "Seems like the little boy is clamoring for attention, isn't he? Shall we give him a kiss?" My heart dropped as I felt her kiss the tip very lightly. The bed creaked as I felt her throw a leg over me. She continued to kiss my cock, while gripping it firmly around the base. Then she rocked her hips from side to side as she edged backwards, closer to my face, all the way until her pussy lips touched my lips just as lightly as the kisses she had been placing on the tip of my cock. "But mommy wants attention too, baby. Can't you taste how wet she is already?"
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back so she was sitting with her pussy square on my mouth. "Ooh, somebody's being naughty!" she giggled. "Go on, eat me."
I thought I had it made and dug in to start eating her pussy. Just as I made full contact with her lips, I felt her lips around my cock. What the fuck was going on? She felt me hesitate and pulled back from my cock. "Don't stop, baby," she said, sitting up straight, leaning back and running a hand through my hair. "Do you really think you were going to set the rules and dictate how I responded? Eat mommy just like she likes it and you'll have your answer soon." She went back to sucking on my cock as I grasped her hips firmly and went to making out with her lips. After what seemed like an eternity, she sat up again. "I want your tongue inside me now," she ordered, her voice firmer than I had ever heard it before.
My tongue drilled its way through her lips and to her clitoris. I kept flicking it and as I felt it surging, I started sucking on it, matching her pulse. Meanwhile, she sucked harder and harder on my cock. Out of the blue, I understood her game - whoever came first would decide what the answer was. I went to licking and sucking furiously, like I had never done before, racing against the orgasm I felt being brought on by her skillful lips and rushed on by the thought of the game she was playing with me. She could feel me suddenly hurtling toward orgasm and sat up, letting go of my cock. "I love you baby," she said, wiggling her hips over my face. "It seems you've caught on to my little game, but your little fella down there, he might get you screwed. It's you against him, sweetheart. Can you win?"
She took her time going back down, but I didn't waste any time doing everything I could to bring her to orgasm. Still, it seemed my orgasm would beat hers and I tried to pull my cock away from her mouth in order to get some rest, but I only ended up rushing myself a bit closer to that dreaded orgasm. I remembered an old trick used to delay orgasm - thinking of unsexy images. I imagined her gorgeous pussy to be the ugliest pussy to ever appear on earth and licked harder at it, hoping it would slow me down. It seemed to work and a few moments later, I felt the surges pulse through her hips and then she squirted her juices right into my mouth. I had won.
