Cross Contamination Chapter 8: Victorious
Daren stood nervously outside the palatial home at the address Renee had sent him. He rang the doorbell again, hoping that Victor wasn't home. The last thing he wanted was for his boss to see him there and strike up a conversation.
Finally, his cruel teenaged tormentor flung open the door, looking cute in a cutoff top and a short skirt.
"Puppy!" She cried out with enthusiasm, "Did you bring it?" She was almost jumping up and down with excitement.
Daren pulled the letter, stamped with the Yale University crest, from his back pocket, and held it up, filled with concern about why exactly Renee had wanted Cassie's first college admissions letter so badly.
Renee's dark eyes glittered as she snatched the letter from his hands. "Oh God, is this what I think it is?" She unceremoniously ripped it open and scanned the letter with a smirk. "Accepted, of course. Like little miss perfect would have it any other way. And to her dream school! You must be so proud,
daddy
." She followed up her sarcasm-dipped sentence with an evil giggle, and glanced over the letter with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "But I think we can do better than that for sweet little Cassie, don't you?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
It was like a switch had been flipped. Renee's face twisted into an arrogant snarl. "Address me properly, you little bitch!" She hissed, stepping closer and gripping Daren's caged cock in a swift, painful motion.
Daren gulped.
"What do you mean, m-mistress?"
"That's better! I'll make a good puppy out of you yet." Renee's good humor had returned, her soft pillowy lips curving up in a sweet smile. "Now, take your pants off."
Daren glanced nervously around the bright sunlight of the Cross's front porch. They lived in a sort of walled compound, but it still felt like way too exposed of an area to strip. But by now, Daren knew better than to argue or hesitate. He stripped off his dress pants as quickly as he could, leaving them in a puddle on the ground, with his humiliatingly trapped cock hanging uselessly in the open air.
Renee pushed him on the small of his back, forcing him to leave his pants and dignity behind on the porch, walking naked from the waist down into his boss's house. She led him gently forward to the lavish hardwood table in the Cross family dining room and reached around him to place the acceptance letter on the table in his view. Her hands snaked up his leg and began softly cupping and massaging his vulnerable balls.
"Now Cassie could certainly go to Yale," Renee whispered gently into his ear, her soft pouty lips close enough to barely brush the skin, "Get a great degree, become a lawyer or some shit like that." Her hands were becoming firmer, not to the point of pain, but emphasizing his testicles' fragility in a distracting way. Daren choked back a whimper as his cock began to drool through its plastic cage.
"But isn't there a hotter way things could go?" She dragged one finger unexpectedly across the slit in the front of the cock cage, providing a sudden flash of friction and pleasure, hitting him like lightning.
"What if sweet, innocent Cassie couldn't get into college?" whispered Renee's sweet, teasing voice in his ear. Daren's eyebrows drew together. What was she saying exactly? Cassie had got in. The letter was right there! But it was so hard to think, with Renee's soft whispering lips on his ear, and her slim, strong fingers moving on his intimate parts. Her voice got even quieter, and slightly raspy "What if your little girl had to do all sorts of dirty things in order to make ends meet?"
"What? Wait a second..." Even through the fog of arousal, something seemed wrong about that.
"Relax, Daddy!" chirped Renee at a regular volume, and accompanied the quip with a light slap to Daren's exposed balls, sending a bright jolt of pain through his belly, "we're just having a conversation. You know, dirty talk."
A wicked grin spread across her face as she fished for the thin chain around her neck, pulling the small silver key from between her large chocolatey tits.
"You've been so frustrated, haven't you, puppy?" She bent down at the waist, running her hand down his chest before resting it on the lock holding in his straining dick. "Your mean mistress has been denying you wifey's precious pussy." Her dark upturned eyes told him that she knew he had a great view of the velvety brown cleavage that the key had been pulled from, and that she loved the effect it was having on him. "Why don't we let little Daren here out to play for a while?" she said, her fingernails tapping on the plastic. "The only price is that you listen to what I have to say...
Daddy
"
Why did she keep calling him that? And why did it send such a rush of blood to his cock? Daren's mind was racing. He knew that Renee wasn't just talking him off, she was planting things in his mind. Manipulating him.
But oh God, he wanted out so bad. He wanted release. And he wanted this teasing girl to get him off with her pretty little hands. To finally feel her naked skin on his cock. Renee straightened up and snaked her arms around his waist, pulling him close. He could feel her huge black tits squishing out of shape against his chest. Her lips were at his ear again. "You don't need to say anything Daddy. Just nod."
And he found himself nodding, his mouth dry. A moment later the lock clicked, and the slimy cage hit the table with a clack.
Renee moved deftly behind him, and his freed cock swelled and throbbed as she ran a fingernail lightly down its length. "See puppy!" Renee whispered in mocking awe, "After a week in the cage, your little dickie is so happy it almost looks big." She let out a breathy laugh before reemphasizing: "Almost!" It felt heavenly to finally feel her touch directly on his cock, after all of the teases at their sessions.
"So here is what I'm thinking, Daddy," Continued Renee in a husky whisper. Her fingers lightly played up and down Daren's shaft, refusing to commit to a full grip, teasing his aching cock with pleasure just out of reach. "What if instead of acceptance letters, poor Cassie gets rejection after rejection." Her fingers began swirling around the swollen head of Daren's throbbing penis. He was having trouble focusing completely on what she was saying. " Well, she would be forced to rethink her whole life! She would start to think that maybe she was just a silly, dumb little girl for believing in herself"
"And maybe there would be someone there who could give her some guidance." Renee's delicate, manicured fingers finally wrapped firmly around Daren's shaft. They felt delicious, they felt
right.
"Someone
Strong.
" Her hand gave him a slow firm pump.
"
Decisive"
Pump.
"
Masculine"
Pump.
"Someone who could gently remind innocent little Cassie, that even dumb girls have some assets they can use to get ahead in life."
Renee's whisper was a throaty hiss, her pillowy lips tickling his ear.
"Like her
Tits."
A strong, firm, slow pump.
"And her
