When Becci suggested that she be required to follow Paul's instructions without hesitation, they both thought that this would just be an occasional, exciting game to play. The reality was more intense than either of them expected, and Becci felt released from the guilt and uncertainty that tormented her. There were no decisions for her to make, so no risk of another mistake. She was free to perform sensual and erotic acts with impunity, after all she was simply and lovingly following instruction.
In those moments she felt more desired and aroused than ever before, and the anticipation of what might be required of her was nearly as powerful as what followed. It was as if Paul knew and could command her inner demons. But more than this, she felt as if she was making right all the wrongs she had committed, while sparing them both the burden of her full and complete confession.
It was a warm Saturday afternoon. Becci had been forbidden an orgasm for the last five days; admittedly nothing to some, but for her an eternity. Each evening she had been required to edge in front of Paul, and to use all of her body to pleasure him, but she dare not cum. The penance for transgressions was knowledge of his disappointment in her and a firm slap from his headmaster's leather strap.
Her pussy had become increasingly engorged as the days went by and was now slowly seeping. She was constantly ready to be taken, with increasingly vivid imagined couplings occupying her dreams and idle thoughts. Long suppressed fantasies of force and restraint began to bubble back up to the surface. In accordance with the honesty agreement between them, she had to confess and describe each to Paul in as much detail as he required.
As the tension built within her, just sucking him off nearly took her to the point of release. She felt like her vagina was squirming inside her, almost as if it was a separate living entity trying to command and control her. It was desperate to be stretched and filled, to be vigorously pounded and used.
Paul watched her finish the laundry bare foot and naked. She comfortably passed inspection; her nails were beautifully polished, skin moisturised and glowing, nipples erect and lips full. His clothes were also perfectly pressed and hung. He rewarded her by pressing her face into his groin, rubbing his musky cock and balls over her lips, nose, cheeks and eyes.
She inhaled his scent and welcomed him with her tongue, tasting his desire for her. Finally, he slid his glans into her eager little mouth. He gently held and caressed her head while she frantically sucked his cock, seeking above all else to please him. In truth she was also hoping to be pinned down and put to good use. Perhaps it was watching her work naked, or the way she flicked her tongue, but within minutes he erupted pulling back to spray her face, "Jesus, you are fucking amazing!"
Paul smiled at his delightful little fuckbunny, "There's a match on later. I thought you could entertain the fans!" With that, he sent her upstairs to prepare herself. She chose light makeup and wore her hair up to show her slender neck. Just the sight of the delicate line sweeping down to her shoulders was enough to make him hard. He picked out her 'fuck-me' Prada heels and a short sheer chemise that fell just a few inches below her bum, "Just think how sexy you'll look at the train station. Of course, it'll be rather busy." He placed her Lelo vibe and glass dildo in his jacket pocket, slung his digital SLR camera over his shoulder and led her to the car.
Her chemise was so sheer that up close she may as well been naked, yet at a distance it lent some vague semblance of decency. She had applied her makeup with the detail and care of a erotic model. Her lipstick matched the shade of her nipples and pussy, while her light matte foundation with just a hint of blush and highlighter kept the natural look. Her pale blue grey eyes were beautifully framed by a hint of shadow and mascara. Sometimes less is more.
She was perfectly rewarded by Paul's evident approval as she walked out into the sunlight. His eyes lingered on her, fanning the flame of anticipation. Perhaps he would finally give her release tonight! She bit her lip as she imagined him ramming his hard throbbing cock into her seeping vagina and pumping his hot potent semen into her womb, then lowered her gaze and immediately confessed her impure thought. Becci smiled as his hand firmly slapped her arse, lingering to cup her perk buttock.
As she climbed into the passenger seat, he placed her Lelo vibe in her hand, "Start along the side of your neck... That's it, yes babe, and take your time..." Her lips parted. "Now pull your shoulder straps down and run the vibe over your breasts and nipples... Spread your legs and work up your inner thighs to your little pink slit and clit." He set off, driving well within the limit; Becci's engorged nipples, pale thighs and perfect little pink pussy were a serious distraction.
He parked at the railway station; Becci was almost out of the car before he gave her permission to cover her tits. On his instruction, she walked a few meters in front of him along the concourse and platforms, as rowdy football fans swarmed in the opposite direction. Some stopped in their tracks just to gaze at her, and several young and virile men responded with whistles, lewd comments and evident involuntary erections.
Paul started to photograph her as she walked through the Victorian entrance and continued as she slinked along the platforms, intermittently stopping to pose. Strangely his camera afforded her some protection from the more forward advances she encountered, but a few stray hands groped her succulent peach of an ass or simply glanced her body. As a couple of station guards approached, Paul signalled it was time to leave.
Becci obediently headed out of the station towards the main square and posed in front of the more historic buildings and monuments. The streets were relatively quiet, and Paul's instructions became increasingly brazen. She crouched with her legs splayed open, fully exposing her bare vulva; she pulled her chemise over her butt cheeks as she walked, naughtily glancing back over her shoulder; she even briefly pulled the front down under her breasts.
Discretion was required as a group of school children approached from a distance; Paul and Becci retreated towards the football ground. The match was now underway, and the roar of the fans terrified and excited her. It felt as if the air around her was reverberating with their passion and force. The camera shutter clicked as Paul captured her expression. He whispered, "Imagine what they would do you if they won? And God-forbid if they lost?"
Perverse images of being pinned down and forcefully and repeatedly violated by a savage crowd of lustful men raced through her mind as she scampered back to the car. Her heart was racing as she resumed playing with her Lelo and Paul pulled out of the car park.
The next stop was at a disused train station on the main line. The platform surface was cracked and overgrown by weeds, paint was peeling from the woodwork and a few windows were broken. She looked all the more stunning against this decaying facade.
