I headed for an adult toy store for supplies. I'm pretty sure the guy at the store thought I was a major pervert. I got a variety of oils and lotions, a small collection of vibrators and dildos, a set of ben wa balls, a set of velvet restraints, and a virtual library of dvd's. I wasn't in a hurry. I didn't expect Lexi until the next day at the earliest.
I was wrong. I walked into the condo carrying four bags of toys, looking like I'd just gone grocery shopping, to find Lexi lounging in the recliner watching obnoxious music videos and looking pissed off.
I don't care if I pissed her off. I really don't. But I can't tolerate rap. I'd rather listen to a hard drive going bad.
By the time I'd plunked the bags on the bed and walked out to the living room. The music had put my last nerve on life support.
I unceremoniously took the remote from her and turned off the TV.
"Hey-" she started.
"Shut the fuck up. There will be very few rules while we do this. You've already broken the first two. There will be no rap. None. Not even over headphones. I'll tolerate almost any music. Not that. Second. While you are in this apartment you will wear no clothes unless directed. None. Not so much as a G string. If anyone comes over, you will answer the door. Nude. If I have guests or business clients you will greet them. Nude. If I decide to have a dinner party you will attend, and serve the guests. Nude."
I paused, "I'm to train you to tolerate skin. The nudity will do that. I'm also to train you in pleasure and its...variations. To that end, you will submit to me and to anyone I choose, in any fashion I choose, at anytime I choose."
"If any of that is unclear, or you can't abide by these terms, say so now and we'll end this."
She looked a little shocked. "I know all that. I did the video and agreed to everything. "
"Stand up. We start now."
She uncoiled herself from the recliner. This was going to be an interesting six weeks. She was taller than me, standing 6'1" to my 5'11". Honey blonde hair hung to her waist, and she probably didn't weigh 110. She had exactly the look and build the fashion types looked for.
I settled myself on the couch. "Undress."
Without hesitation or ceremony she stripped off her blouse and jeans. She stood in her shear panties and held her arms out for approval. Her body was exquisite. If she could learn not to give in to the various vices she would face, her career would be guaranteed. She had the body of a long distance runner. No extra fat. Almost no breasts unfortunately, but that was the way models were expected to look. No tan lines anywhere. I could see through her panties that she had a full bush. That, I would take care of shortly.
I waited a moment enjoying the treasures that she was revealing, but she didn't even reach toward the panties.
Sitting up I motioned her forward. She stepped to the edge of the couch and settled between my spread knees without hesitation. I leaned forward and ran my tongue in a slow circle around and into her navel. My hands slid up the back of her thighs, exploring her firm teenaged ass. She was firmer than any woman I've ever been with. Her mother had surely been pushing a workout regimen that emphasized certain body parts. I approved.
I also slid my thumbs into the strap of the panties at her hips and pulled suddenly and violently outward tearing the straps.
The now deceased panties dropped to the floor. Her only reaction was a sharp intake of breath.
"When I give an instruction you follow it, is that clear? I told you to strip. This time the panties paid the price. The next time, you will have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. Have a seat in the chair. Place your legs over the arms. I want you to pleasure yourself."
"You mean-"
"That's right. You are going to masturbate. I will watch. It is the most basic source of pleasure there is and It will be instructive to me. I will learn a bit of what pleases you and maybe a bit about your level of experience."
With an uncertain look she settled back into the chair. She wiggled and shifted several times before spreading her legs over the arms with a sidelong glance at me. I don't know whether she was hoping for a reprieve but it wasn't coming. She had many more embarrassing moments to experience before her training was over.
Her pussy was fully furred, both triangles and down across her pussy lips. It made me question her mother's estimation of her experience.
She closed her eye's tightly as her hand wandered down her thigh and then descended into her cleft. After two passes with only a single digit parting her pussy lips she slid the finger into her mouth, not to taste herself but to gather moisture.
"Describe to me what you're thinking. Tell me what you are imagining between your legs. Is that a finger, a tongue, or a cock? "
"I don't know. A cock I guess. "
I watched her hand as she explored her pussy. She kept part of a finger or her thumb moving over her clit at all times. Her pointer finger slid thru her slit but never made the turn to enter. Her nipples, tiny and pointed, sitting atop breasts just larger than teacups, were becoming erect but her other hand remained motionless on her leg.
Her eyes were fixed on my face. I was sure I knew what she was imagining. Whether she was pretending she was her mother or herself with her mothers lover, it was me her minds eye saw grinding a cock between her legs. That would be true soon enough.
I circled the chair, watching her from several angles.
"Do you like your breasts touched?"
"Sort of."
"Why sort of?"
"Guys are too rough. They want to twist my nipples and pull on them."
This hinted to me that her nipples were very sensitive.
"Show me how you like them touched."
Her left hand moved to her breasts, first one then the other. The caresses she used on her nipples were feather light. When her hand grasped the outer teacup it was firmer, squeezing the breast to make the nipple protrude further.
He breath was beginning to deepen. The next time her hand traveled to her mouth for moisture, I intercepted it. I licked her fingers clean tasting the clean girl pussy for the first time.
"Aren't you going to undress?" she asked.
"When its time." I replied. Her hand returned to her pussy wet with my saliva this time. She continued to watch my eyes as I studied her technique.
"You don't enter yourself."
"I...can't."
"Your hymen is still intact?"
She nodded. Still a virgin, despite her mother's suspicions. Finally, she closed her eyes. Her hands became more aggressive as she neared her first climax. I stood by quietly and let her finish uninterrupted. She closed her mouth tightly and I heard a suppressed cry and she was done. Her younger brothers bedroom was next to hers. The silence was a habit to avoid detection.
The tension disappeared from her body. She wiped her hand off on her leg and opened her eyes to smile at me.
"Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone before?"
Sort of. When I was 12 or 13. It was Chase, you know, Pam's son."
I remembered hearing stories. "Why sort of?"
"I didn't, you know, cum. I was too nervous with him watching me."
"Did he?"
"Yeah. It went everywhere. I was trying to clean it up and afraid I'd miss some and mom would see it. He just sat there laughing."
"Did you touch him? Let him touch you? "
"I held him in my hand for a second. But when he touched me, I chickened out. He kept asking but I was done."
"And boyfriends?"
"I let a couple play with my tits."
"What about the guy your mother caught you with? Tell me the story."
She looked away. She closed her legs and covered her breasts and bush.
"I thought I was in love with him. We fooled around a little and I decided to...to, you know, go all the way." The 'you know' business was starting to annoy me but I wasn't going to interrupt. I did move her legs back to the arms of the chair and moved her hands to over her head. She kept her eyes closed though.
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