Love the Sinner

Part 3: Lemonade

Celine and Seth settled into a routine, a little awkwardly at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm.

Seth screwed up the courage to request a blowjob a week after the handjob in the library. When he asked Celine to meet him at his apartment for their regular session rather than at the library, she calmly agreed without asking why. Despite what they had already done together, Seth had sweaty palms and butterflies in his stomach when he tentatively asked Celine if she could give him a blowjob.

But Celine sensed his vulnerability and for once didn't tease her nervous tutor. She just obediently sunk to her knees and took his hard cock into her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head while making searing, submissive eye contact.

Asking for a handjob the next time was even easier, and the time after that Seth wasn't nervous at all. They slipped into a routine. Celine would perform some kind of 'sexual relief' on Seth, and then they would get to work on their normal tutoring. Seth stopped worrying about Celine making fun of him or refusing when he asked for blowjobs and handjobs. She seemed eager to please.

In fact, in many ways, she was too eager.

Celine kept trying to trick or convince Seth into activities that seemed... well... more intimate than he was comfortable with.

One day she said she was bored with physics homework and suggested they watch a movie together. Seth stiffly refused, telling her that if she couldn't do any homework, she was free to go home and come back another day. A few times Celine tried to get Seth to eat together with her, once by saying they should go and get food before starting because she "was starving and hadn't had a chance to eat all day". A few other times she brought over food that she had cooked and tried to entice Seth to eat it with her.

Seth felt a little bad for refusing these requests, especially since Celine kept making delicious food that clearly took a lot of effort to prepare. But he also felt like he needed to draw a firm line. Seth enjoyed Celine's blowjobs and handjobs, but he didn't trust her. He couldn't allow himself to like the sexy blonde minx. It was easy to forget when Celine was on her knees with his cock in her warm, wet mouth that the plan to crush and humiliate him had come from her twisted brain.

If Seth allowed himself to see Celine as a person, he might stop hating her. And when hate felt like it was the only thing keeping him warm at night sometimes, where would that leave him? With nothing. Empty. Hollow.

To him, Celine had to be nothing but a sex toy. He was vigilant on that point.

That was also why he refused to have sex with her. Celine seemed to take Seth's refusal to participate in date-like activities with good humor, but Seth could tell it frustrated her that he didn't want to fuck her. She seemed to be getting more and more desperate over time.

She had started masturbating while pleasuring Seth, giving him long, pleading looks with her big blue eyes while her hand flexed and kneaded between her legs. On one heart-stoppingly erotic occasion, Celine had revealed that she wasn't wearing panties beneath the short skirt she had chosen to wear that day. Seth could hear and see Celine's desperate wetness as she pleasured him with one hand and herself with the other. And then she had switched hands, using her own feminine juices as lube to finish Seth off...

That had been a hard day to maintain his strict no-sex policy. But sex was an intimate act of trust and mutual affection. Seth would never have sex with Celine, in the same way he never wanted to have sex with a prostitute. If Celine couldn't deal with that, she was free to cancel their arrangement.

But besides Celine's efforts on those two fronts, Seth found the arrangement to work well for him. He felt lighter and less hollow and angry. The endorphins alone from regular blowjobs helped to soften his outlook on life. He found it easier to meet his other responsibilities as a TA, and started feeling motivated to pursue his hobbies again.

And all because an evil bitch had an inexplicable hunger for his cock.

...

Celine knocked on the door of Seth's apartment with a fierce determination burning in her heart.

Seth had turned out to be a lot more difficult to crack than she expected. Celine had been fully confident that Seth's decision to never have sex with her would be reversed within a week. But he was more stubborn than he looked.

That would change today. Celine had been gifted the perfect opportunity when Seth texted her earlier in the afternoon, and she had prepared a strategy she was sure would leave Seth unable to resist.

Seth opened the door with an annoyed expression on his face. Celine was prepared for that. One downside of this plan was that it would make Seth a little upset to begin with.

But the payoff would be worth it.

"Celine?" said Seth distractedly, "I messaged you earlier. I'm not going to be able to do our regular time today. Professor Lawrence needs to meet with me."

"Oh no!" said Celine, painting her face with a look of innocent surprise, "I didn't see your message! I must have gotten distracted. Sorry, Seth."

"Well I have to leave right away," said Seth testily. "If you can be back in like an hour and a half, I can meet then, otherwise we'll have to wait until next time."

Celine sighed and gave Seth her best puppy-dog eyes. Emotional appeals didn't work that well on him normally, but she was hoping that this was a small enough request that she could sway him. "Couldn't I just wait here until you get back?" she asked coaxingly. "It takes like twenty minutes to walk to my apartment, so I would basically just be walking there and then back, and these books are soooo heavy!"

Seth considered her request with a frown, clearly reluctant to allow Celine to stay while he wasn't home. But, in the end, he rolled his eyes and agreed. "Fine. I'll be right back. Don't touch anything. Try to get some of the problems done before I get back, so I can look them over." Celine nodded with a smile and got set up on the couch, pulling out her homework and textbook as usual.

Seth gave her one last worried look, then headed out the door.

The second he was gone, Celine rushed into action. She didn't have a moment to lose. She hurried to the kitchen and pulled containers of premeasured ingredients from her backpack. She had stealthily checked to make sure that Seth had all the pans she would need during their last session. He didn't really, but she would have to make do with what he had available: trying to carry cookware in her backpack might have given the game away.

She set Seth's only skillet on the stove and started preheating it, then hurried to the bathroom. From another pocket in her bag came the makeup she would need. She hadn't wanted to risk Seth getting suspicious if she had worn anything more elaborate than her everyday makeup, but it was essential that she work a little magic before he got back so that she could give the right impression.

Celine wanted to look warm and domestic today. Beautiful, but welcoming and comforting. She wanted Seth to be drawn in and let his guard down.

Celine pulled out some blush and was about to begin when she shook her head in the mirror. Silly her. She was hurrying so much she had gotten ahead of herself. Celine pulled her shirt over her head in a swift motion, then unbuttoned her bra and pulled it off as well, revealing her full, round tits with their big, sensitive pink nipples.

She admired herself in the mirror. Today, Seth was finally going to feast his eyes on what she had been hiding underneath her clothes, the lucky dog. Let's see him resist me then!

Although Seth had gotten more comfortable with Celine's freely offered handjobs and blowjobs, the nature of their arrangement meant that Celine was almost always fully clothed when they happened. If Celine wanted Seth to truly lust for her, she needed to get him drooling for her naked body.

And her little scheduling "mistake" gave her the perfect opportunity to set up a tableau that Seth wouldn't forget. After dropping her pants and panties, revealing a tight pussy already moistening for what was to come, topped with a golden strip of soft, fine hair, Celine began applying her makeup with deft, confident strokes.

An hour and a half should give her just enough time to prepare the best "welcome home" that Seth had ever experienced.

...

Seth was in higher spirits than he was expecting as he climbed the stairs to his apartment.

After his last meeting with Dr. Lawrence, getting called into the professor's office made him anxious. But this time it was all good news. Dr. Lawrence had just congratulated Seth on turning his performance around and asked a few questions about what Seth would like to have written in his letter of recommendation for the internship program.

So Seth was only mildly exasperated with Celine's ditzy behavior as he returned to his apartment. It was strange for her to completely miss a message from him... Normally she replied to his texts in under a minute.

Seth opened his door quietly. Maybe Celine was taking the opportunity to snoop through his stuff. If so, he might be able to catch her in the act.

But as Seth entered the apartment, his brow wrinkled in confusion. Something smelled incredible! The scent of delicious food and the soft sizzle of frying filled the air as he closed the door behind him.

Seth's confusion only deepened as he moved in through the entryway. This wasn't the smell of a snack or reheated leftovers. It smelled like a mouthwatering five-star meal.

When Seth turned the corner and saw into his kitchen. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open.

Celine stood at the stove, facing away from him. Her long blonde hair was caught up in an artfully casual ponytail which spilled down her naked, tanned back. Her tight, round butt was totally bare as she danced back and forth idly on her bare feet, humming a little tune to herself. The very picture of a happy, lovely woman having fun while cooking. The only thing covering the back of her body was the string of her apron.

Maybe Seth made a sound of shock despite himself, because Celine turned. Her face lit up in a warm smile as she saw him, and she waved with the spatula she was using.

"Welcome home, Daddy!" she chirped, "I decided to cook us a little something while you were gone. It's almost ready. Come over here and take a look. I'm positive that you'll see something you like."

With that, Celine gave him a sultry wink, turned back to the stove... and bent low, spreading her juicy thighs just a touch to give Seth a clear view of her perfect, pink pussy.

All of Seth's concerns about what was going on, and why Celine was in his kitchen wearing only an apron faded into an unimportant buzz in the back of his mind. Celine's lower lips were lightly parted, glistening with arousal. Celine might be able to fake a lot of things, but she wasn't faking this. The gorgeous blonde was obviously turned on... hot, wet, and ready for him.

Seth felt something in his brain release as his heart beat wildly in his chest. His cock seemed to leap instantly from soft to rock hard. His feet moved on their own, closing the distance between him and the willing horny woman presenting herself.

Celine turned to look over her shoulder with an expression that flashed from flirty teasing to pleased shock as she saw Seth striding forward with a fire in his eyes.

She had just enough time to turn before Seth's arms wrapped around her, his small but strong arms making electrical contact with the warm naked skin of her back. Her soft breasts, loose beneath the frilly apron that was her only covering, crushed up against his chest as he pulled her close into a powerful, dominating kiss.

Seth's head swam with lust. Celine ground her hips against the bulge in the front of his pants, causing a delicious, mindblowing friction. Seth could almost swear he felt the damp heat of Celine's pussy even between the layers of cloth. His male instincts had taken over. He knew that all he had to do was turn Celine around and bend her over. She would welcome it joyfully. The slut was practically begging for it.

But he resisted. Celine wanted to fuck him, but Seth was in control of himself, and he had already decided that sex would be going too far. No, there were other ways that this slut could serve him.

Seth stared into Celine's wide, eager blue eyes. Something about her drew out another side of him. A side that wanted to command and be obeyed. "On your knees," he said firmly, his voice low and hard.

This time, Celine couldn't hide her disappointment. "Awww, but Daddy, don't you want to...?"

In a sudden, instinctual move, Seth reached down and firmly squeezed Celine's plump, naked butt. A gesture of ownership and command, reminding her who called the shots in this arrangement. Celine arched her back, pressing her ass against his dominant hand, letting out a whimper of submission at the feeling of his hand on her body. "On your knees, slut," said Seth, his voice as hard and cold as steel, allowing no argument.

This time, Celine did as she was told, with a meek, "Yes, Daddy." She got to her knees on the kitchen floor, her only covering a frilly, pure-white apron.

With her shining eyes upturned, Celine slowly reached behind her back, plucking the strings of the knot around her neck.

Seth's mouth went dry as the top of the apron fell loosely around Celine's waist, revealing her firm, ripe tits in all their glory.

They were perfectly shaped D-cups, round and high on her chest, with big nipples that showed her submissive lust just as clearly as her pussy had, stiff and throbbing under Seth's hungry gaze. Celine pushed her chest forward, eagerly presenting her naked body to Seth's eyes. Her eyes simmered with eager affection, and, never breaking the electrifying eye contact, she leaned back against the kitchen counter behind her, slowly raising her hands in the air above her and crossing them at the wrists.

"I'm all yours Daddy," she purred, licking her glossy lips. "Use me."

That other side of Seth roared with approval. Something about Celine's teasing vulnerability drew him forward like a red cape to a bull. Celine made some primal instinct inside him want to conquer and control and possess. That powerful, dominant self inside knew exactly what to do. He reached over and grabbed Celine's wrists in a commanding grip.

Since their first blowjob, Seth had mainly contented himself with sitting back and letting Celine work her magic. He hadn't yet returned to the intensity of fucking her mouth.

But her soft, teasing, naked welcome had lit a fire in Seth. If Celine wanted to feel his cock, then he would give her exactly what she wanted.

Seth took his time, using his other hand to unzip and shed his pants and boxers, freeing his stiff cock. He teased his captive slut, rubbing the head of his cock over her blushing cheeks and soft, glossy lips. She stared up at him with reproachful eyes, practically panting with lust.

"Please," she whined, moving her head to try to capture Seth's cock in her slutty mouth. "Please give it to me, Daddy. I want it so bad"

With a wild, free feeling in his heart, Seth gave Celine what she wanted, plunging his short cock between Celeine's softly parted lips and pinning her head back against the countertop. This feeling drove him crazy with lust... With his cock pushing her back against the counter and her wrists trapped in his hand, Celine had placed herself completely at his mercy, begging for and welcoming his dominance.

Seth began thrusting, making obscene wet noises as he plundered the mouth of the woman crouching beneath him. His eyes feasted as Celine's bare tits bounced and jiggled with his savage rhythm, their stiff nipples swaying in time to his strokes. And the whole time, Celine stared up at him with wide, devoted eyes, her tongue licking and writhing against his invading cock. Just for a moment, Seth allowed himself to indulge in the dark, powerful emotions he usually tried to bury when he was with Celine.

It actually felt pretty good to have the arrogant, evil bitch that ruined his life serving him on her knees, now that he allowed himself to relish the scenario. Seth felt his cock tingle with pleasure as he thrust it again and again between Celine's soft lips. He knew that feeling of gloating revenge could be as corrosive as hatred, but her couldn't help it. He remembered Celine standing above him that horrible night at the club, her eyes alive with contempt as she mockingly claimed responsibility for his brutal cucking.

And now he was the one looking down, as the "pindick" Celine had mocked thoroughly fucked her hot wet mouth, her wrists were willingly surrendered to his control, and her big slutty tits wobbled and bounced from his deep, powerful strokes.

As he looked down at the pathetic, erotic scene, he couldn't help but see the subtle humping, grinding motion of Celine's hips. Shit, the slut was really getting off on having her face fucked by a guy who hated her. Seth felt like being generous today. He released Celine's hands and said. "Touch yourself. Show me. Show me how much it turns you on when I treat you like this. Cum for me."

Just a few weeks ago, he would have been too embarrassed to say something like that, but it felt appropriate, and his voice didn't falter. Celine was caught up in the moment too, and she let out a sloppy, appreciative moan around his pumping cock as her hands dropped between her thick spread thighs, eager to obey. Fresh sounds of liquid pleasure joined the ones made by Seth's cock pumping in and out of Celine's mouth. Celine's hands worked furiously beneath her apron as thick drops of female pleasure dripped down from her fingers to the kitchen floor. Dominated and dominator joined each other in mutual pleasure.

Seth could feel himself getting close. The sight of Celine submitting herself to him completely was just too erotic, especially when combined with the incredible feeling of her lips and tongue against his thrusting cock. But this time, he wasn't just going to send his cum neatly down her throat. Celine had awakened a powerful hunger for control and ownership inside him, and he intended to mark his territory.

Seth withdrew, reaching down to grasp his dripping cock. Celine stared up at him with a wide, excited smile, reading his wavelength precisely. She barely had time to open her mouth wide and stick out her tongue before Seth tipped over the edge of orgasm, spurting thick, hot ropes of cum all over her submissive face.

It was a massive rush, by far the most powerful and dominant Seth had ever felt. The thrill of painting the face of a beautiful woman with cum almost made Seth feel like he was going to pass out. He stumbled to the couch, laughing with euphoria as Celine remained crouched on the floor. Seth watched with fascination as Celine threw her sperm-drenched face back and closed her eyes. One hand continued to work frantically beneath the flimsy covering of her apron as the other rose to pinch and grope at her impressive breasts.

Seth had just cum, but even he couldn't deny it was a breathtakingly erotic sight. A stunningly beautiful woman, masturbating wildly and groping her stiff nipples, her face dripping with a thick load of cum. It was dirtier than most of the pornography he watched. And it was even better, because it wasn't just any sperm on Celine's beautiful, moaning face, it was his. He had done this, and it was he who was inspiring the slutty sounds poured from her throat.

Celine's moans, slightly hoarse from the punishment that he had given her throat, became louder and sweeter, filling his apartment with the sounds of a woman deep in the grip of lust. Her hips swirled and humped upward into her delicately flexing fingers, while the hand on her breasts grew rougher.