The knock on his door came just as the clock struck nine. It was shaping up to be a very interesting night already. Jake was very pleased, and very, very nervous. He made sure not to let either emotion show on his face, but rather maintained a controlled nonchalance as he opened the door to his visitor.
The girl stood in a humbled position before him on the porch; head lowered demurely, eyes on the ground, hands folded in front of her. Excitement shot through him, but he gave no outward sign of it. Instead he reached out and put a hand under her chin, silently acknowledging her as worthy of his attention.
"Come in," he invited.
She did not meet his eyes for fear of reprimand, but stepped cautiously into the dimly lit foyer. When his hand dropped from beneath her chin, she immediately let her eyes fall to the floor again.
"You're on time." He was careful not to let too much praise creep into the tone of his voice. With one quick motion, he pulled her flat against him. In the next instant he held one of her arms trapped against her side with his more powerful one wrapped around her, and with his other arm he reached behind her head and yanked her curly brown ponytail, holding it, exposing her neck. His tongue licked a path from the tiny delicate indentation between her collarbones to the base of her left ear. "Good girl."
"Thank you, sir," she said clearly in his own left ear, which was so close to her full, wet lips.
"Nice," he chuckled, enjoying her acknowledgment of his power over her. "So guess what your reward is?"
She remained silent. It was a rhetorical question; she had been instructed not to talk to him unless it was to acknowledge a command or unless he asked her a question that he didn't know the answer to. His hand guided hers to the enormous bulge in the front of his jeans and then squeezed gently. He bit her earring-less lobe gently and then placed his hot mouth directly over her eardrum and whispered, "Get down on your knees."
She slid down the front of his body, using her hands for balance, and landed silently on her knees before him. She was at eye level with the bulge that her hand had been covering only seconds before. He placed his hand at the back of her head and pulled her face to his groin, forcing her to feel him and smell his raw male scent through his jeans while simultaneously giving her an unspoken order.
The girl needed no further instruction. She set to work unzipping his jeans and pulling off both them and his boxers, freeing the erection that was her task. She licked up and down the length of his dick, and then swallowed it a few times, lubing it up so she could move her lips more easily up and down on it. Jake reeled with the sensation of the hot moistness surrounding his swollen member- for so long, he had had only his hand to pleasure himself. He had almost forgotten the ecstasy and the entirely separate feeling of sexual contact with another person.
Carefully she took the entire length of him into her throat a couple times, and when he felt her gag reflex loosen a little and her head began to bob more rhythmically, he began thrusting. He cupped his hand to the back of her head and jerked his hips forward gently, careful not to make her gag reflex kick in to the point where she might inadvertently bite down, but other than that refraining from being too considerate. He felt her choke a few times, but as long she was careful not to let her teeth scrape his throbbing cock he knew she was okay. As he approached climax, his thrusts because shorter and faster.
"Don't swallow it," he grunted loud enough for her to hear him as the first shuddering waves of orgasm washed over him and he pulled out enough so his spray filled her mouth but didn't go down her throat.
She obediently held his semen in her mouth as the last pulsating sensations shot through his body, moving her tongue around to prolong those sensations and being careful to keep her mouth tight around his shrinking member.
Gently he removed his sensitive tool from her orifice and placed his hands under her arms, coaxing her to her feet. She stood before him as she had previously; head inclined, eyes downward, waiting for him to command her. Again he placed his hand under her chin, bringing her face up so he could study it briefly. Tears streamed from her glittering eyes and clear mucus ran in a thin line from one nostril, but he had learned from previous experiences with her that tears and snot were a normal and completely physical reaction to the throbbing intrusion she had endured in her throat.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked seriously.
She looked at his face, unsure of whether or not he really wanted her to answer. After a moment she nodded.
He smiled darkly and nodded back, pleased with her response. "Good. You performed well."
One of his hands went to the back of her neck, the other, to her breast. His hand tightened almost painfully on her neck as he brought her face to his and pressed their lips together. She returned the kiss, careful not to open her mouth lest his seed spill out.
The girl's dark blue eyes flew open in surprise when Jake's tongue gently probed the firmly closed slit between her lips, meeting his dark, serious ones. She quickly looked down again, but not before she understood his intention. Acquiescing to his silent demand, she parted her lips and allowed the warm, thick, fluid in her mouth to flow into his.
He allowed his mind to register the thickness of the fluid filling his mouth, the salty taste that seemed to dominate not only his taste buds but also his sense of smell, but outwardly he gave no indication that it had affected him in any way. His tongue probed her mouth, flicking along the roof of her mouth, along the front and the backsides of her teeth, up and down her smooth gums. He withdrew it and gently bit the girl's lower lip.
Excitement coursed through his veins at the thrill of what he had just done. It was kinky, it was raunchy, it was taboo; very few of his friends, if any, would ever admit to the act of snowballing. Because of the forbidden nature of the act, it gave him a thrill to simply do it.
He put his hands on either side of the girl's round, innocent face and turned it up so her eyes met his. "I want you to go into the bedroom and sit down, Indian style. It's up the stairs, third door down the hallway on the left. Sit on the edge of the foot of the bed and face the headboard. Understand?"
"Yes, sir," she said, her blue eyes unwavering but humble.
"Good. It's very important that I not have to repeat myself more than once. Go." He released her and she scurried to do his bidding.
Jake quickly pulled up his boxers, and then his jeans back up around his waist and buttoned them. When he came into the bedroom she was sitting just as he had instructed. Her knee-length brown skirt was tucked under her, and her keys and her white, heeled sandals sat neatly side by side next to the dresser. He was convinced that the sound of his heart thudding against his chest could be heard all the way across the room where she sat, but she gave no indication of hearing anything even as he closed the door and came up quietly behind her. Then again, he thought, maybe she's just being a good submissive and not responding to the sound.
"Arms up," he said evenly.
Obediently she lifted her arms and he wasted no time in grasping the hem of her white, Mexican-style shirt and pulling it off over her head and then quickly unsnapping her white strapless bra and discarding both of them in a pile on the floor next to him. Her arms remained straight out – he hadn't told her to put them down- and he took the opportunity to reach around her sides and cup her DD breasts, and jiggle them a little. The feeling of being entirely in control of this woman in front of him for the whole evening came to him, and with it, a rush of exhilaration.
He let go of her breasts and pushed gently on her back, as thrilled as a child on Christmas with what he was about to do next.
"Lean forward."
She put her arms down and walked forward on her hands until she was on all fours in front of him with her rear end towards him. Jake gently peeled down her skirt and panties, and after he had gotten her out of them, on knee at a time, he marveled at her round bottom and fully displayed sex.
He bent forward and pressed the side of his face against one of her smooth cheeks, loving the incredible softness of it. Absurdly, the song, "Cheek to Cheek" started playing in his head, and he chuckled. The girl didn't react to his laughter at all. She's trained herself pretty well for never having done this before, he thought. I totally would've asked, on impulse, what was so funny. Then again, I guess it's probably pretty hard to forget your place when you're naked on all fours with your ass in someone's face.
When he suddenly ran a finger up and down her slit and then pushed it inside of her, he was caught off-guard at how incredibly wet she already was. He heard her inhale sharply as he withdrew his finger and moved up to sit next to her.
"My, my, my. You're awfully wet. It seems that someone is enjoying this almost as much as I am... or perhaps more? Are you a fan of your own domination and abject humiliation?"
She nodded. His face was only inches from hers, and he lifted his dripping finger to her lips.
"Good. That's very good. I have more in store for you."
Unhesitating, she took the finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
"Good girl."
He removed the finger from her mouth and ran his hand along the side of her face. Then he stood up and went back around behind her.
"You know what I'm going to do?" he asked her, grasping her hips and getting down on his knees so that his face was level with her bottom.
