Busty Blonde Eaten Out In The Kitchen

Busty Blonde Eaten Out In The Kitchen
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While this story has some aspects of BDSM, it has none of the cruelty usually found in most mistress/slave stories.

As you read you'll understand why. ********** Let me ask you—how many things can you name that go perfectly with each other? Peanut butter and jelly? That's one. How about bacon and eggs? That's another. Bagel and cream cheese? Good! Ham and Swiss? Even better! Pastrami and rye? Excellent! Here's one you'll never get—Nancy Rizzo and Henry Fuller! I'm Nancy and this is my story. CHAPTER 1 I was born the eldest daughter of Michael and Carmela Rizzo.

The name Nancy came from Nancy Reagan, my mom's heroine when she was a child. My dad is a famous trial attorney, the second Rizzo in Rizzo, Rizzo and Samuels with offices on three floors of a modern skyscraper on Park Avenue in Manhattan. Grandpa is the first Rizzo.

I grew up in Kings Point, Long Island—a tony bedroom community on the North Shore of Nassau County, Long Island in a large colonial house on an acre that overlooks Manhasset Bay. I attended public schools in Great Neck even though we were essentially rich because the Great Neck schools were as good, if not better than any private school you could name. This is an extremely affluent area. The student parking lot at Great Neck North High School is so big that the school provides a shuttle to transport students to and from the school entrance.


My parents gave me a BMW 3-series convertible that I just love for my sixteenth birthday. It would have stood out almost anywhere else, but not at Great Neck North where the parking lot was filled with Mercedes', BMW's, Jaguar's, and Cadillac's. Most guys would describe me as "hot." My oval face is perfectly symmetrical and my skin is clear. I'm tall for a girl—almost five feet ten inches with a well proportioned and fit body—34C-24-33, coming to all of 122 pounds.

I've been told that my ass is "to die for"—not my words—and my legs are incredibly long, slender, and toned by many hours in the gym at our country club. My Italian heritage has given me straight black hair that I wear mostly in a pony tail unless I'm wearing "dressy" clothes to a restaurant or a club or a party.

Then I usually wear it down, allowing it to frame my breasts. I have light olive skin and piercing brown eyes with very long lashes, the kind that most women find only after using a ton of mascara. Many boys have described me as gorgeous, beautiful, alluring, and sexy. Others have said I'm a stone cold bitch. Personally, I'm inclined to agree with all of them. In addition to my many physical attributes I tend to be pushy and domineering. Most guys find that to be a turn-off--that's probably why I never had a steady boyfriend, but not Henry; thus this story, which is about our perfect match.

Henry and I are like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that fit together perfectly. I first met Henry during orientation week at Penn State. Why would I attend Penn State when I had been accepted at Princeton, Yale, and Cornell? That's easy—Daddy and Mom met at Penn State. My aunt and uncle are also graduates and Grandpa is, too.

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I was destined to be a Nittany Lion the day I was born. Henry and I were on the same campus tour. I noticed him hanging at the rear of the group of fifty. He impressed me then as being very shy and withdrawn. I actually met him in person at the Freshman Mixer. As expected, I had to fight the boys off and I did so for almost an hour until I found Henry sitting alone, head down, in a dark corner. "Hi, I'm Nancy," I began, speaking softly. I almost fainted when he looked up at me with those pale grey bedroom eyes.

Even after repeating my greeting he was too shy to respond. Smiling, I commented, "That was your cue to say, 'Hi, I'm—fill in your name.' Go ahead--I won't bite you—not yet, anyway." "Uh…Henry…I'm, uh…Henry Fuller." "Well, hello there, Henry." Grabbing his hand I pulled him up. "C'mon, we're going to dance." He followed like a puppy dog at heel.

Once in the middle of the floor he held his hands as he'd been taught in junior high. I chuckled. "We're not in junior high, Henry. Put your hands on my ass. Make believe you want to fuck me." I was pleased when Henry smiled and I was even happier when he followed orders.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, molding my body into his. Henry was taller than me—maybe two or three inches—so my heels brought my face to the side of his.

Our dancing was literally cheek-to-cheek. His unruly light brown hair was parted on the left, but looked as though it had been combed with an old-fashioned egg beater. Henry was slender; I guessed his weight at about 170 pounds and his clear skin was fair--much lighter than mine. My face was in his hair as I unashamedly ground my pubis into his thigh and abdomen. I was thrilled to feel how excited I made him--his erection could easily be felt through his slacks.

At the time I thought it might be adequate. I was wrong. It was longer and thicker than I had thought, but more about that later. We danced to three straight slow songs, although, truthfully, all we did was shuffle and grind.

Twice another freshman tried to cut in, but I refused both times, telling Henry, "You're not going anywhere, Henry—not without me". I led him back to a seat once a fast song began. "Henry, please get us some Cokes. I'll wait here for you." He looked at me for several seconds before retreating toward the canteen. He was back three minutes later with two cans and two cups with ice.

"Thank you, Henry—bringing ice and cups was so considerate." I batted my eyelashes and watched as he fell under my spell. So far so good—now all I had to do was get him to open up to me. We stayed there talking as I slowly pulled the story of his life out of him. For now it was just the basics, but that wasn't important. I needed him to speak. Henry was born and raised in Shamokin, a town in what had been Pennsylvania coal country until the 1970's when the colliery had been closed and abandoned.

Henry lived with his mother and her parents after his father had died in 2000, the victim of a drunk driver while jogging on the side of the road. His mother was a teacher as were both of his grandparents. I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Henry wanted to be a teacher, too. However, I was quite surprised when he told me he wanted to teach elementary school. "A lot of kids have no male influence in their lives.

Maybe I can make a difference for them." "I think that would be great, Henry. I'll bet you'd be a great teacher." I couldn't believe how he blushed.

Glancing at my watch I realized that we'd been at the table talking for more than an hour. I rose, took his hand in mine and told him, "C'mon, we're going to my place." He followed right along as I ignored several invitations to dance. One guy even called me a bitch and a tease. I stopped in response, turned and spoke in a clear calm voice. "I am not a tease, but for you I'm happy to be a bitch or even worse.

I'm sure that someone of your intellect will understand. Find someone else." I turned back to Henry saying, "Sorry about that," before leading him out to the parking lot. I could sense that Henry was confused.

"Aren't the dorms over that way?" I was so pleased; Henry had initiated an entire sentence. There was hope for him yet. "I don't live in the dorms, Henry. We're going to my apartment." I saw Henry gulp several times as I led him to my Beemer. Five minutes later I pulled into my reserved parking slot. A minute after that Henry and I were seated on my couch. "Don't get the wrong idea, Henry. We're not going to fuck.

We will eventually, but not for a long time…not until we both know that we're committed to each other, but I'm not a tease. I want to make out with you for a while and, perhaps I'll allow you to attend to my body's needs. I promise you that I will address yours before I take you back to your dorm." Henry sat—stunned I think, would be the best term—while I ran my fingers through his hair.

He was actually shaking when I turned his head toward mine. "Na…Nancy, I…I&hellip." "Let me guess—you've never done this, have you?" He was practically crying when he shook his head.

"I didn't think so. Don't worry, baby, I'll teach you everything you have to know and then some. Just relax, Henry. Here…let me loosen your tie and open your collar." I continued once his jacket and tie were carelessly lying in a heap on the floor. "Put your left hand behind my head and your right on my breast…like this. Hold my head to yours and gently massage my breast.

Ohhhhh…that's so good. Now keep your mouth open…just a little." I leaned in for our first kiss. Of course, it was pretty dreadful, but Henry would learn with a little experience and practice. I placed my hand onto his chest. Damn, his heart was going crazy. His pulse must have been 150. I kissed him again, this time with my tongue barely touching his lips. We were into the kiss about ten seconds when he began to relax and allowed his tongue to encounter mine.

Henry was obviously a quick study. I thought at the time that more than eighteen years of repressed passion were released in those few seconds. I was pleased that, despite his obvious excitement, I did not have to remind him to be gentle with my breast.

There was nothing I would have enjoyed more than losing my dress, but I knew Henry wasn't ready for that. I needed to remain in control—to retain my dominance over him and our situation.

He was more than satisfied to keep his hand outside my clothes. We made out for almost an hour until I noticed a wet spot in his crotch. He was making and leaking pre-cum like crazy. Breaking the kiss I moved back. "Stay here while I get a towel then I'll take care of you. I told you I wasn't a tease." I bounced up and strode into the kitchen, returning in less than a minute. I opened his belt and his khaki's, pulling them and his briefs down to his knees.

His cock sprung free in an instant. The large knobby head was covered in slick pre-cum. I rubbed it over his shaft. "Mmmmm…you have a beautiful cock, Henry. One of these days I'll put it into my mouth, but only if you're a very good boy for me. You'll do that for me, won't you?" He nodded and gulped several times as I spread the dish towel over his chest and abdomen. We kissed again as my hand grasped his organ.

It was like granite, that's how hard it was. I knew then that he would cum quickly. "I'm not going to kiss you while I do this, Henry. I want to see it. I want to see how I affect you." My fingers are long, but I was barely able to wrap my hand completely around his shaft. I was pleased to see that he had been circumcised. I loved the look of an erect cock with its head pulsing reddish purple in its desire.

I began slowly, concentrating on the expressions on Henry's face. He appeared to be tortured in his need to cum. "Relax, Henry; give yourself to me," I whispered.

"Allow me to control you. It's what you want and it's what you need." Gripping him more tightly I began to increase my pace. As I predicted, it didn't take long. He grunted as his body experienced a ferocious spasm and a thick rope of semen exploded from his cock. His first two spurts flew three feet into the air at least before landing on his chest. Had I wanted I could easily have aimed for his face and mouth.

That might be an option later when he was more fully under my control, but now all I wanted was for him to have the most exquisite pleasure at my hands. All told, Henry shot six times and I managed to catch all of them on the towel. Folding it in half I used the unsullied surface to wipe him clean.

Finally, I licked and kissed the last droplet from his tip. Henry dressed and I had him home less than ten minutes later. It was almost midnight when I was back in the apartment and I knew I'd never get to sleep without a little help. I stripped, throwing my clothes haphazardly in the general direction of the hamper and laid back on my bed.

I already knew that I was as wet as I've ever been. A minute later I was fucking myself with my biggest vibrator, the one I was now calling "Henry." I had been really surprised when I pulled his pants to his knees. His cock was much bigger than I had imagined. It's no lie that many submissive men have small dicks so Henry must have been the exception.

It had to be at least seven inches long and two or more wide—long and thick enough to stretch and satisfy me, but not so big as to cause me pain. I was looking forward to having it in my tight wet pussy, but like everything else it would be when and how I wanted it.

For now my vibrator would have to suffice. It did—wonderfully. I was a physical wreck by the time I was done. I showered quickly and fell into the deepest, most relaxing sleep I'd had in months. CHAPTER 2 I woke early as I always do. No matter if I went to bed at ten or two—I was always awake by 6:30. Back to the shower I went, rubbing my vaginal secretions from my body.

Once out and dry I took my Henry vibe and cleaned it thoroughly with Germ-X alcohol-based hand cleaner. I needed to keep it and my puss clean, especially now that I could envision Henry's tongue firmly between my thighs. Then I dressed in a simple and extremely tight cotton top and hip-hugging Capri's before walking out to my Beemer. My sheerest bra encased my tits so my hard nipples would be visible.

The last thing I'd said to Henry when I had dropped him at his dorm was, "Be ready by eight so we can go to breakfast together. We'll pay our tuition bills once we're done and then we can register. Once that's done we can spend the rest of the day together." I arrived five minutes early so I stepped out to lean against the fender while I waited for Henry. Of course, there was the chance that he wouldn't show, but I'd bet my left tit that he would. Like my daddy, I'm a very good reader of people and I was sure I'd made the right read on Henry.

There must have been four guys who tried their moves on me during the five minutes I waited. I was polite as always, but firm as I told them I simply wasn't interested. Looking past the final one I saw Henry jogging toward me, his hair still wet. I greeted him with a kiss then went to my door. It was time to teach Henry manners so I stood there for more than a minute until he came to open the door for me.

I stroked his cheek as I leaned in for a quick peck and whispered, "You will always open my door for me, Henry—always." "Yes, Ma'am," was his polite reply. I kissed him once he was in the car with me then asked if he had his scholarship letter for the bursar. He assured me that he did. I asked him what he liked to eat for breakfast although I could have predicted everything.

"I think we'll go to Denny's, Henry—it's just outside town. I'm hungry this morning. You gave me a big appetite last night—more than one, actually.

I gave my biggest vibrator a new name. I call it 'Henry' now. We were both a mess by the time I was done." I laughed and a moment later Henry joined me. We were still laughing when I put my hand on his thigh.

I asked for a booth at Denny's—one near the rear. Henry slid in and I followed. This time my hand found his cock. I wasn't at all surprised to find it hard. I could see the desire in his eyes as the waitress approached, but I never moved my hand. Turning to her I ordered for both of us—"One coffee, one large orange juice, two Grand Slams, scrambled, one with double bacon." It was clear that she was dismissed when I returned my attentions to Henry.

I was sure that Henry was mortified.


His eyes were very expressive. The waitress had clearly seen me rubbing Henry through his khakis. He hadn't seen anything yet. I was looking straight into his eyes when I unbuckled his belt. He started to object, but my fingers to his lips silenced him in a flash. The waitress had returned with our drinks—coffee for me and juice for Henry when I had just pushed my hand into his briefs. She giggled, but I took command as always when I remarked, "I'm a big tipper.

I'll give you a peek when you bring the food…okay?" "Is it worth seeing?" She had bent over to whisper into my ear. "I think so. In fact, I named my biggest vibrator after it last night." "Ohhhh, sounds promising—I can hardly wait.

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I'll be back in about five minutes. Can I bring some of the other waitresses?" "Sure…just remember—you can look, but only I get to touch." She laughed all the way to the kitchen as I turned back to Henry. He was shaking with fright. "Relax, Henry," I said as I leaned in for a kiss. "It's just good clean fun, besides I want them to be jealous of me. I'll take the very best care of you again right after registration and maybe again after dinner if you're a really good boy.

Didn't I take care of you last night?" "Yes…it was incredible, but I don't understand why you're interested in me." "Really?" Squeezing his hard cock I continued with a whisper.

"This tells me otherwise. It's the nicest one I've ever seen. I think I'll be ready to taste it in a few weeks. How does that sound?" I leaned in for another kiss as I pulled the waistband down beneath his heavy balls.

Henry was fully exposed to anyone who walked by. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn't crowded, but four waitresses came by to check on our order. They all thought it was just fine, especially when they saw how cute Henry was when he was blushing. The waitresses stood in a semi-circle and watched as I slowly stroked Henry. His cock was hard and as hot as could be, but I decided not to push my luck. I kissed Henry again and tucked his stiff rod back into his briefs. Seconds later Henry was zipped and belted.

The waitresses thanked me and returned to work as we dug into our meals. I paid the bill with my debit card and left a ten-dollar tip for a bill that was less than twenty dollars, including tax. Henry remembered to hold the door again and I waited until he was seated before starting the engine. I gripped his chin and pulled him into along deep kiss. It was much better than his first, in fact it was great. Breaking it, I moved back just an inch or two to whisper, "I hope I didn't embarrass you.

I just wanted to show off that beautiful cock you have. Are we okay?" Damn, his eyes just drove me crazy, but he nodded. "Yeah, okay, but I was worried. My ma would kill me if I got arrested, especially for indecent exposure." "Okay…I'm sorry—no more sharing your cock with waitresses, or anyone else, for that matter.

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I'm a pretty good judge of women, Henry. I was about ninety percent sure she'd go along…find your cock 'interesting.'" I drove away to the Bursar's office—first, pay the bills and, then, we'd get to register. I thought mine would be interesting. I'd done well in the placement exams we'd all taken earlier in the week, earning exemptions from Freshman English, and Math and being placed in French 5. I'd also gotten credit for an additional twelve credits for Advanced Placement courses I'd taken in high school.

Henry wasn't so lucky, although he did qualify for Spanish 3. Of course, there was a long line at the Bursar's office even though they had every teller's window open. It was almost eleven when we walked down to registration. There were lines here, but more than a dozen arranged alphabetically.

Most freshmen were enrolled automatically in basic classes depending on their stated major so they took maybe a minute, at most. Then they got to me. I shared the information from my advisor and my computer-generated schedule was trashed. I was escorted behind the table to find my advisor among the hundreds of professors and instructors.

Half an hour later I had the courses I wanted, especially "The Constitution," one of the critical courses for pre-law students. I met up with Henry who had waited patiently almost the entire time. Ten minutes later we were back in my apartment with Henry seated naked on my couch while I walked into the kitchen for another dish towel. I was wondering then if I should buy some condoms. Which would be cleaner or more convenient?

Of course, I could use the condoms if and when—no, definitely when—I fucked Henry. Walking around the corner I had to stop for a second and stare. How could such a slender boy come equipped with such equipment? I swear, his cock sticking up from his prone body reminded me of Devil's Tower rising from the landscape in northeastern Wyoming. I had first noticed it from miles away when Mom and Daddy had taken me there years ago as a child.

Only when we were up close did I realize how mammoth it really was—more than a mile around the path at its base and some of the basalt sections that had fallen bigger than a city bus.

Moving the coffee table away I knelt by Henry and laid the towel over his torso. He looked at me questioningly as I dribbled lube over the head. "A preview," I told him, "of when you actually put it into me. Yes, Henry, it will happen, but not right away. I'm not a slut who sleeps with anyone. I have to know that my partner is committed to me first and that will take time.

Until then you'll have to do with my hand or, maybe, my mouth." His cock jumped and twitched when I said that. The lube had run down to my hand so I twisted my wrist to spread it over his magnificent shaft. Slowly, at first, my hands glided over his soft skin.

I'd always thought that was a contradiction—rock hard on the inside and soft as satin on the outside. Maybe it showed that God had a sense of humor. My eyes were on Henry's face as my pace increased.

He was clearly somewhere else—somewhere new and terribly exciting—during the whole episode.

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He was somewhere in submissive heaven. I'd first thought that Henry might be submissive when I noticed him on tour. Then at the dance my feelings were strengthened. They were pretty much confirmed this morning at Denny's. I knew he was mortified at his exposure, but he accepted it because it was what I wanted.

I couldn't imagine any jock or normal American male allowing that. Oh, they'd whip it out in a second in private, but to sit in a public restaurant and allow some girl they barely know to put you in what had to be an incredibly embarrassing situation—never!. I could tell that Henry was getting close.

It would be tempting to aim his load at his face, but he'd endured enough at my hands today and I wanted him in a positive mood for when I began his tutelage in cunt licking. By the time I finished with him he'd have the strongest tongue on campus. Hell, he'd have the strongest tongue in Pennsylvania.

He chose that exact second to erupt, and erupt he did. His first two ropes—long and thick—flew more than two feet into the air. That was further confirmation on his submissiveness. He was excited about the day's experiences. His submissive behavior was something that had turned him on big time. I cleaned him once he was done, wiping the semen that had missed the towel. To be completely honest I'd done that deliberately—just more of the fun I wanted to have with Henry.

I even admit to licking a few drops—yummy—as a prelude to that time when I would take him as deeply into my mouth as possible; mental note—buy a big cucumber to practice on. I sat next to Henry—him naked, me clothed—as I began to introduce him to my pussy.

I removed my jeans as I told him, "Give me your hand, Henry. No, the right one." His expression was priceless as I opened my legs and led his hand to my womanly core. I was wearing panties now, but not for long. "Place your hand on my cunt. Here…let me show you." His hand now covered me. It was bigger than I had thought so I opened my legs to accommodate him.

Holding his wrist I slowly rubbed his hand over my labia until they were red and puffy—swollen with my desire. "Kneel between my legs, Henry. Now pull my panties down my legs.

Do you like them? I wore them especially for you. That's it, pull them past my feet. Now I'd like you to smell them. Hold them up to your nose and breathe deeply." He closed his eyes as he inhaled my essence. "That's what you do to me, Henry. You're going to be an incredible lover by the time I finish teaching you and then I'm going to reap the benefits.

Don't worry…I'm going to take the very best care of you, too. We're going to take care of each other." I folded his fingers until only his middle finger was extended and, of course you knew where that was going next.

I guided him until he began to finger-fuck me on his own. "Feel the rough spot just inside on the top?" I smiled when he nodded. "Rub that, but be gentle. That's my G-spot. Rubbing that can make me cum." "I want you to, Nancy.

You deserve to cum for being so nice to me." How sweet! I leaned forward to kiss him and about twenty seconds into it I did, arching my back and growling into Henry's mouth. I think I scared him at first, but I held his head in place to continue our kiss. Breaking it, I whispered, "You can stop now. You did a wonderful job on me. Come up here and sit with me while I rest." I fell asleep then with Henry's arm around me. It felt so right. I woke up about an hour later and I was ready for more.

Directing Henry between my legs again I had him repeat everything he'd done earlier, but this time I showed him my clit. Slowly and lightly I traced a circle around it and Henry continued exactly as he'd been taught. He was doing so well. I came again less than a minute later, screaming and thrashing wildly. Henry looked up and I could see he was terrified.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I pulled him up and gave him the kiss of his life. "You didn't hurt me, Darling—you just gave me the best orgasm I've ever had." Okay, that was a slight exaggeration, but I wanted to push Henry in the right direction and there's nothing like a little positive reinforcement.

I pulled him up to the couch and sat in his lap, making sure his cock wasn't too close to my pussy. I wasn't ready for that—not yet—but I thought that things were progressing very well between us. "Take off my top, Henry. It's time to introduce you to my puppies.

You have so much to learn. I'm glad I'm your teacher. You're such an excellent student." Of course, like most boys he had a terrible time with my bra clasp, but it was worth the effort when they sprung free.

I spent at least ten minutes teaching Henry about my breasts—how I liked to have them rubbed and massaged, how I loved to have my areolas teased and my nipples rolled between his fingers and suckled between his lips and teeth.

Still naked I pulled Henry into the kitchen for an early dinner. In our excitement for each other we'd completely forgotten about lunch. I knew that Henry had a meal plan in the cafeteria, but how often do you get to eat burgers and salad naked with your girlfriend? Henry made the burgers with his hands, covering them with a light layer of salt and pepper while I prepped a tossed salad. Once the burgers were on the broiler we set the table, still naked.

I teased Henry, playing with his cock several times, marveling at how quickly it became erect. It was a truly beautiful organ and would be even better when it wasn't surrounded by the thick bush of pubic hair it had now. I thought we might address that tonight as we snuggled in bed together—after we'd showered. Maybe I'd do it then and he could do me.

Hmmm, that was definitely a thought. I had realized that we would have to do other things besides sex if we wanted a real relationship.

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That would mean asking Henry a lot of questions and making him answer—getting him to open up about his life, his personal history, his interests, and his life goals. The secret to that would be to increase his comfort level. I would retain control of the relationship, but I wanted him to be able to speak his mind freely, both to me and in social situations with other students.

I decided then that I'd make this my second goal for Henry. I stopped for a minute to turn the burgers and asked Henry to get some glasses, ice, and Coke from the refrigerator. We ate together at the table and I began the conversation by asking him about his family. "I think I told you that my dad died in 2000.

I was three at the time so I barely remember him. He was a math teacher and track coach at Shamokin High School. Everyone has told me that he was a great teacher and a better person. I do know that my mom was devastated by his death. She hated moving in with my grandparents…her parents, in fact she still does. She doesn't get along too well with her mother.

They both have the same personality. They're rigid and strict and not terribly tolerant of other people's ideas. They never let me do anything. I had to go straight to school and go straight home. That's why I never dated.

I'm surprised that I was allowed to come to school here. I'd probably be in our local community college if I hadn't gotten a scholarship." "What about your grandfather?" "Gramps? He was always there, but he wasn't. Know what I mean?" "Grandma ran roughshod over him?" "Yeah, and most of the time she was wearing spurs!" I laughed.

It was the first time I'd seen Henry's sense of humor in action. "How was school for you?" "I always did pretty well in my studies. I should, after all—all I ever did was study or do chores. Some of the kids tried to bully me. It was hard because my mother absolutely forbade me to fight.

I did once in junior high and I really caught it when I got home. She beat me with one of my dad's belts." I was appalled.

I pulled Henry's face first to mine and then to my breast where I encouraged him to suckle for a minute before we continued to eat. He looked at me again with those eyes. I knew what he would say before he opened his mouth—"Thank you." "Tell me about your roommate." "Uh…I have two. They're both taller and heavier than I am and I think they're going to try bullying me, too." "You don't think they'd physically hurt you?" "I don't know. Of course, I've only known them for a few days, but we don't seem to have much in common.

They both have foul mouths and they have no respect for women. They make all kinds of rude comments and they do it right in front of the girls then they get upset when the girls flip them off." "I wonder what they'd say about me." "One of them already has tried you. He tried to pick you up this morning.

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Remember the guy with the bright orange shirt?" I did; he came across as a real asshole. His comments were more crude than rude. He acted like he was God's gift to women. I wondered how he would feel when he learned I was Henry's. That was worth a chuckle or two. We finished dinner and I was pleased that Henry took a major role in cleaning up, volunteering to wash the broiler while I loaded the dishwasher. I was careful to reward him by rubbing my tits against his back and even reaching down to his big dick several times while I nuzzled his neck.

I left the day's trash tied in a plastic kitchen bag by the front door. I'd allow Henry to take it out when I took him home. "I think you need a shower, Henry; I know I do," I said as I led him down the hallway. The bathroom had a stall shower as well as a tub. I led him to the shower and I had to giggle when I pulled him in with me.

"Before we wash each other I need to speak with you about this." I ran my fingers through his pubic hair. "Would you like me to put my mouth on you one of these days?" Henry was so cute when he just gulped in response. "I'll take that as a yes.

If so, this forest has to go. I hate hair in my mouth so after we shower I'll trim it and then shave it, both above your lovely cock and on your scrotum, too, down to your ass. If anyone kids you about it just tell them what I said—no blowjobs while that hair is there.

You can do me next. After tonight I'll expect you to do it either in the dorm shower or here. C'mon, it'll be a bit tight in here, but that's okay." I reached out and tickled Henry's stomach. There was no reaction. "Sorry," he told me. "I'm not ticklish…not anywhere on my body." I reached up to kiss him and as I did I whispered, "Just so long as I get a reaction when I touch this." His cock definitely responded, exactly as I'd hoped.

We shared a laugh as the water warmed and another as I donned a shower cap. "Go ahead and laugh, but without this I'd be spending the rest of the night drying and fixing my hair instead of allowing you to eat my pussy.

Take your choice." "Uh…the hat." That made me laugh; "Okay, the hat it is." I pulled Henry into the shower and handed him the soap. "You go first; wash me—every part of my body. Don't be afraid to touch me anywhere." I laughed when he began by tenderly washing the exterior of my "hat." "My body, Henry…my body, not my 'hat!'" I sounded as though I was scolding him, but I smiled and kissed his cheek as I did so there was no misunderstanding my intent.

Henry turned me around, whispering something about saving the best parts for last. I chuckled under my breath thinking that this couldn't possibly go any better than it was. He began at my neck and worked his way down, scrubbing my back, my hips, and my ass before kneeling to address my legs and feet.

When I turned around his face was right where I wanted it—right in front of my cunt. He looked up at me and I spread my legs in invitation.

A hand gently applied to the back of his head took away any doubts. His face found my cunt and he began with his tongue what his fingers had done to me earlier.

I had to lean back against the wall to support myself because less than five minutes later I came for the fourth time in less than twenty-four hours and it was the biggest by far. I pulled Henry up and took him into my arms, my large firm breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his chest.

Our kiss was both tender and loving…and as hot as the surface of the sun as I absolutely devoured him. Finally, I took the soap from his hand, spun him around and soaped his back and butt.

I hesitated nary a second before running my finger up and down his butt crack, even running my finger tip over his anus several times. I wasn't surprised when he closed his eyes and groaned in rapture. Kneeling, I washed the backs of his thighs and calves. Naturally, I was in perfect position when he spun around. I wasn't quite ready to blow him, but I did lick around the head and down the sensitive underside of his shaft. Henry was disappointed that I didn't continue so I whispered into his ear once I had risen.

"If I take care of you now there won't be much once we get out of here. The night is young and I'm looking forward to hours of fun with you." Then I kissed him to seal the deal. I finished by washing his chest and arms and running my frothy hands over his skin. I exited momentarily, returning with a scissors, a disposable razor and a can of aerosol soap. Kneeling, I trimmed his hair down to less than half an inch then covered his groin and scrotum with soap. Looking up I promised, "I'll be very careful.

I don't want this or these damaged. If they are I won't have any fun until they heal." Then I kissed the head of his cock and got to work. Less than three minutes later he was as bare as the day he was born. I rose, kissed him quickly, and handed him the scissors, razor and soap before leaning back and spreading my legs. "Don't worry, Nancy—I'll be careful, too." And he was—very—shaving and then kissing every area on and around my cunt. We dried each other and I covered both shaved areas with soothing lotion, laughing as I released my raven hair from its "hat" even as I led Henry to my bed.

"We're still not ready to fuck, Henry, but there are plenty of other things we can do. Why don't you start by eating my nice smooth pussy?" I continued once his tongue had made contact with my cunt. "I'm sure you know, Henry, that boys think they are in charge when it comes to sex, but that's not true. Women have always been in control. You don't mind, do you?" "No…I understand and I don't mind.

You're taking good care of me. I don't know how I could masturbate with two roommates in my room. There's no privacy in the shower either." We pulled the blanket down and fell together onto the sheet.

"Hold me, Henry. I want to feel your strength…your strong arms around me." I shifted my hips back so his erection would be between us where I could rub it with my abdomen. I felt that I was in good to excellent shape having played volleyball and soccer last year.

I was good enough to be a starter on winning teams, but not good enough to play on the collegiate level.

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I was proud of my muscular abdomen and butt and one of these days I'd wrap my long strong legs around Henry and give him the ride of his life. We lay on the bed holding and caressing each other.

"You can touch me anywhere, Henry—my breasts, my pussy, even my ass. Just show me how much you love me." The look he gave me when I said that was nothing less than incredible. I'd bet that nobody had ever asked for his love before. More importantly, he gave it to me—willingly and eagerly. I asked him to lick me and he moved between my legs. I kept him there for more than an hour as I came four times, each more incredible than the last.

Henry's head was on my belly between orgasms where I could reach his head and run my fingers through his damp hair. Finally, I thought it was his turn and pulled him up to lie next to me. Rolling him onto his back my hand found his cock slippery with pre-cum. Now I imitated him, moving between his legs. I licked him several times—his cock and his balls-- causing him to gasp and his body to spasm.

When I began to stroke I pushed his legs farther apart so I could fondle his balls, slick now that their thick cover of hair had been removed. Both my hands were busy so I moved back up to kiss Henry again. I knew exactly what would happen and I was right.

Henry spurted onto my chest and tummy, covering me in his slick white crème. Henry looked to be appalled, but I just laughed and lowered myself to his body.

Now we were both covered. "I'm afraid we'll be stuck together if we stay like this," I said with a giggle. Soon he joined me. "Could be worse," he responded. My response was to rub myself over his torso.

"Just spreading the glue." We laughed together for almost ten minutes before I rose and pulled him back to the shower. It was quick this time and we returned to the living room for some Cokes and an hour of TV before I took Henry back to his dorm. I was in an evil mood so I locked the Beemer and walked with him up to his room. I almost laughed when I saw his two roommates seated and listening to a CD.

Making sure there was eye contact with the asshole who had tried to pick me up that morning I turned into Henry and whispered just loudly enough so they could hear. "Thank you, Darling—I had a wonderful day." Then I gripped his head with my hands and pulled him down for a long tongue-laden kiss that went on and on for almost five minutes. "Whew," I said when we broke it, "that was some kiss.

G'night, Lover." I kissed him quickly and sauntered out to the hallway. I'd see Henry again the following morning. CHAPTER 3 Henry and I spent the entire weekend together, even sleeping over in my bed Saturday night. I had been about ninety-nine percent sure that I could trust him and I was right. We kissed and touched and even brought each other off several times, but he never tried to fuck me.

I knew then that he never would unless I had given him permission. Our relationship was progressing exactly as I had believed back when we had met. Actually…it wasn't quite exactly as I had predicted.

We were moving much more quickly than I had thought possible. Classes began the following Monday and I saw Henry every day. By Friday I understood that I'd have to take a more active role in his daily life or he'd soon be in serious academic difficulty. He was spending so much time daydreaming about me or playing video games with his loser roommates when he should have been studying. I asked for his schedule and he gave it to me without question. I blocked out time each day for him to study.

"Either you study at these times in the afternoon or we'll have to cut down on the time we're together." I was firm throughout this discussion and he accepted it, but I could see after mid-terms that it wasn't working. I needed to take even more control. I took it the Friday afternoon before the Thanksgiving break.

I had picked Henry up after dinner. While he was his usual lovey-dovey self, I was detached and aloof. He found out why when we sat in my living room. It was time for me to act. Henry was seated next to me when I spoke. "I'm sorry, Henry, but there isn't going to be any sex tonight.

Our relationship has reached a crossroads and we have to decide which way to go." I knew that I had his attention now. He was obviously worried. "Please answer my questions truthfully, Henry. Our future depends on your honesty. Who has made most of the decisions since we began going together?" He sat quietly for almost a minute before responding quietly, "You." "Would you agree that I've made ALL of the decisions—every single one?" "Ummm…I suppose." "Well, have I or not?" "You have." "Why?

Is this something you like? Is it something you need? I'll tell you how I feel about it once you've answered." "I guess I do like it. Do I need it? I don't know." I turned to him and took his hands in mine, speaking tenderly. "Do you know why I've showed interest in you, Henry?" "Other than my cock…no, I don't. You're the only girl who's ever shown any interest in me." "I first saw you on the campus tour.

Do you remember? You hung back at the rear of the group. I was pretty sure then that you were quiet and shy. I searched for you for more than an hour at the mixer. It was no accident that we met. If we hadn't, I was going to find some other way to meet you. I was convinced then that you were submissive. Do you know what that means? Submissive people work to please and satisfy others even at the expense of their own pleasure.

In fact, that's how they receive most of their own pleasure—by serving and pleasing others. Sometimes they dedicate their lives to serving another. Isn't that pretty much the definition of our relationship? I think it is, except that I haven't denied you and I wouldn't in the future.

"All through my life people have considered me pushy, over-bearing, and demanding. You and I are polar opposites, Henry, and you know the saying—opposites attract.

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You are submissive; I'm dominant. The time has come for us to recognize and move into our proper roles. If you and I are to continue together I will become your mistress—your owner-- and you will become my slave. I will control every facet of your life—every single thing, from the second you get up in the morning until you go to sleep at night.

I will control what and when you eat, when you use the toilet, what you wear, and what you do. "You will move in here with me and assume all the chores—cleaning, cooking, laundry, shopping, and, of course, personal services for me—washing me, eating my pussy on demand, eventually giving me manicures and pedicures and massages, washing and drying my hair, everything.

"In return you will have my undying love. Yes, Henry—I love you and am in love with you. We will make love often, probably every night. I will never embarrass you in front of others nor will I humiliate you in any way. I will never take another to my bed unless you refuse to follow my orders.

I will describe you as my extremely attentive husband for that's what you will be. Yes, Henry, this is a lifetime deal I'm offering you. You haven't made any decisions in our relationship and you won't make any in the future, but this is one you must make. I cannot force this on you even if I believe it is what you need. Now I'm sure you have questions." Henry was silent for almost five minutes before responding.

"How will you control me while I'm in the dorm?" "You won't be there; you'll be here. We'll move you out of the dorm no later than Sunday evening right after Thanksgiving. That's when it will take effect." "Will you hurt me?" "I will, if you agree, by paddling you so you know and understand that I can and will punish you if necessary, but I won't do it for fun or for any other reason than to correct your behavior.

I'm not into hurting you or anyone, but I will if you disobey. Probably I will have to punish you often during your training period." "Training?" "Of course.

You are naturally submissive, but that doesn't mean that you'll do everything I tell you exactly when I tell you or that you won't rebel occasionally, nor do you know how to do everything I will require of you. Keep in mind that I will also be fully responsible for you—for your health and well-being and, of course, for your academic progress, too. Based on what you've told me and what I've seen you'll be lucky to have a C-plus average even though you're a smart person, certainly smart enough to get B's, at least." "Why and why now?" "First, the why; I believe this is what you need to be successful and happy in your life.

I won't lie to you, Henry—I'll never lie to you—it is also something I want. I've had most of it since we've been together and it has worked for me, but it hasn't worked for you quite the same way.

You enjoy our relationship, but you're fucking up in your studies and I can see how that's affecting you. "Next, the 'why now;' basically there are two reasons. First, I hope to salvage some of this semester for you so it isn't a complete disaster. Those two roommates are terrible influences on you and your study habits are dreadful, especially considering that your mother and grandparents are all teachers. "Secondly, I need to discuss this with my dad. No—I'm not going into the details about you being my slave.

That will remain between us, but I will need some additional money to provide for you. You'll need a bicycle like mine that you can use to get around campus. You also need a laptop that you can use if you're in the library or anywhere else on campus. I don't know how you can get by without one. Also, Henry—you need a new wardrobe; yours is extremely limited.

I have an extremely good relationship with my mother, but a great one with my dad. I have confided in him hundreds of times and he's never turned me away even though he's always extremely busy. "When it was time for 'the talk' I had it with Daddy. My mother prepared me for my first period, but I discussed sex with my dad." "I never had that discussion.

Gramps told me he wasn't interested." "I'm sorry, Henry, but you'll get everything you need to know and more if you decide to move forward with me. As I was saying, I'll need to talk to my father to buy the things you need. Oh, yeah, you also need a cell phone so I'll need money to take care of you. I'll also have to investigate health insurance for you. Being dominant is a lot of work…and a lot of stress and a lot of responsibility.

Any other questions? If not I think you should go home—back to your dorm. I don't want your answer now. You need to think very carefully about everything it means for both of us. It may well be the last meaningful decision you make for the rest of your life so make it a good one. If I haven't heard from you by Sunday at noon I'll know we're done." I leaned forward to kiss Henry's cheek as he rose to walk out the door.

He looked back at me for just a second and then he was gone. As sure as I'd been earlier that's exactly how unsure I was now. I went to bed that evening full of questions and doubts. In my heart I felt that I was doing the right thing for both of us, but for the first time since we had met our future was out of my hands.

Even my favorite vibrator "Henry" couldn't help. Finally, just after three in the morning I was able to fall asleep. I woke around ten, ate a light breakfast, and dressed for the day's football game against Michigan.

They were better this year and, based on what I had seen so far, we weren't. The last thing I needed now was a real downer. All the same, I drove to Beaver Stadium, paid the parking fee and walked with the other students to the end zone section—what Daddy always referred to as "the cheap seats." I had my eyes peeled, but Henry was nowhere to be seen among the thousands of students there.

Just as bad--Michigan 42, Penn State 14--was the final score. I was really down when I pulled back into the apartment complex's parking lot. I had just locked the car and walked up to the second floor when I saw him sitting just outside my door. His eyes told me what I wanted to know. Rather than wait until we were inside he knelt before me, leaned down, and kissed my shoes and feet. I pulled him up and into my arms.

'Good decision, slave, you won't regret it," I whispered before kissing him fiercely.