Hannah Forever Single Ch 07

Hannah Forever Single -- Chapter 07

From that night on, I think I imprinted on Hannah like a baby duck. I had already given her myself as her personal property, but this was deeper than submission. I adored her. I worshipped her. I only wanted to serve her needs. The experience a couple of days ago of multiple prostate orgasms opened my eyes to pleasures I didn't know were possible. And the bliss I felt afterward, cuddling with her as she fed me my copious pre-cum, left me in a state open to every sensation. I felt a lingering high.

Hannah laughed as she came into the kitchen for coffee. I had her mug and a fruit plate ready for her.

"Oh, my eager boy. I'll never need a pet now," she said. She literally patted my head. She was wearing just a simple white tee and underwear, which, with her tan skin and dark eyes, always looked casually sexy. Her smaller breasts didn't need a bra. Her dark hair cut in a pixie bounced lightly as she moved.

I said, "I'm sorry. I'm just happy."

"Your pupils are like saucers," she said as she sat down. "Now, you know not all consequences are punishments."

"It's a lesson I'll never forget," I said.

She smirked. "As for lessons, you still don't know

jack

."

My face fell. 'Jack' was our code word for the end of my submission. 'Queen' began those sessions, and I'd been praying for days not to hear the

off

word.

"Don't be sad, Johnny. Nothing lasts forever. Except, apparently, your devotion. At least you didn't use your counter word, even during that relentless spanking last night."

I squirmed in my seat. I was still tender from when she'd paddled me as I begged for her to stop. I could have used 'King' to end my delicious ordeal. It was the word we agreed I could say at any time to end my submission. I couldn't imagine what would make me want to use it. But twice last night, I think she pushed me just to see if I would cry it out. (Well, I cried it out, but not the word.)

"These have been the best days of my life," I said.

"I'm glad. For me too. I know I said I always wanted a toy to play with, but I prepared myself to be disappointed. I was not..." She lifted her foot under the table and pressed her well-manicured toes gently into my groin. "...Disappointed."

I groaned. Apparently, being off session didn't mean hands (or feet) off.

She wriggled her toes, coaxing my erection. "Sometimes our sessions will be shorter and sometimes we'll both wonder if they'll ever end." She took a bite of melon. "I'm following my gut here. I just want to play with my power. In between, however, we can just have regular fun."

"As you wish," I said, which made her smile.

"Cute. I like cute too. But let's be clear. We are not a couple. We are partners."

"With benefits," I said.

"Great benefits," she said, finishing her fruit. She picked up her mug and left me behind with her plate and an erection. "Off to work!"

I watched her perfect dancer's bubble of an ass sway away in her tiny white underwear.

Terrific benefits

, I thought. She had never backed off her promise to be forever single, but for the past months of living and working together, few others had come into the picture. She had her clients, sure, but those men and women were paying for her attention over the internet. They would never see her in real life. She had a best friend, Kelly, who she sometimes brought over for cam sessions. They also had a

friends with benefits

relationship that frankly I would never discourage. And men flirted with Hannah when we were out together. At least one gave her his number, but while she didn't turn them down, she had dated none of them

yet

.

I was definitely punching above my weight. What made her so wonderful, despite her being ten years younger than me but far above me in maturity, was that our sex was so healing. We would often share stories of past trauma and she'd turn our sessions into a way to re-live them without the pain. The emotional pain, not the physical. She taught me that while those scars had imprinted me with the desire for humiliation, submission, and pain, that I didn't have to be retraumatized. I could endure instead in a positive way.

It didn't hurt that the stories I shared of my first marriage and how my wife and

former

best friend had cuckolded me turned her on. Still, what excited her were the acts themselves and not my suffering. She seemed to get off more on my openness and honesty. She hated my ex-wife's cruelty and lies. But Hannah also wanted me to understand how I contributed to my suffering, and how I could still find pleasure in the acts without wallowing in the self-hate and pity.

As I went about my day of meetings, I realized again how smart Hannah was. If she'd hadn't released me from my submission, I don't know if I'd be able to concentrate. The last thing my internet security clients needed was a distracted consultant. I also found myself more relaxed than ever before. A long weekend of service cleared my head. I was less anxious and more focused.

At lunch, I missed Hannah. She had some clients that naturally spent their lunch hour online with her. I wondered which wig or outfit she might come out wearing. She was never herself for them, only a character. Lately, she had taken on a keyholder role for many clients. It proved lucrative. She wore their keys on a golden chain around her waist. She would show the waist chain, floating above her naked pussy just out of frame, and wonder aloud which key was whose. "I get so confused," she'd tease them. (In fact, she kept careful track using pictures.)

Before I went to make us dinner, Hannah texted me. "Don't worry about dinner. It's on its way." I felt happy not to have a chore and yet sad that I missed a chance to show Hannah my devotion. But whatever Hannah wants, I'll give her. When the doorbell rang later, I was in my office. Hannah shouted, "I'll get it!" from her studio and I heard her run down the hall toward the living room.

I closed up my document and headed to the kitchen. There I saw Hannah and Kelly setting out Chinese food that Kelly brought with her. Kelly had light blond hair and blue eyes with lightly freckled skin. Tonight, both girls wore simple jeans and tees.

Kelly smiled at me demurely. We had a bond of sorts because of Hannah had shared something of mine with her. That is, Hannah had me give her a creampie so that Kelly and Hannah could act out a cuckqueen session on camera for a client. I couldn't look at Kelly's lips now without imagining them lapping at Hannah's sticky pussy.

"Hungry?" Hannah said when she spotted me.

"Yeah," I said. Then I thanked Kelly for bringing the food. I grabbed some extra napkins for us and sat down.

"No problem," Kelly said. It felt as ordinary as could be where Hannah was involved. Just three people sitting down to dinner. The only exception being I knew Hannah and Kelly were former lovers, and had grown up together in the same dance studio, and Kelly's mom was Hannah's mentor through all the traumas and bad boyfriends. Also, Kelly had eaten my cum and probably knew all my kinks, even though I'd never seen her naked. So... super casual, totally normal dinner.

"Looks tasty," I said, instantly regretting my choice of words.

Hannah and Kelly laughed.

"Very," Hannah said, looking at Kelly.

"Eat it up," Kelly said, and then I knew they were both busting my balls.

I blushed and set about my meal. They chatted about what was going on with them. I tried not to make any more of a fool of myself, feeling lucky to be at the table.

We finished dinner; I cleaned up and brewed us some hot green tea.

As I set their mugs down in front of them, Kelly thanked me and said to Hannah, "So, how have things been for the two of you?"

Hannah beamed, "Oh, you know, it's great. He treats me like a

queen

." She reached over and pinched my chin with her hand. I blanched at the keyword. The look in Hannah's eyes told me she'd clocked my reaction. She went on. "As you can see, the house is spotless and you know that's not my doing."

Kelly shook her head, smiling, "Nope."

Hannah said, "He takes care of everything I need, often before I even ask him."

"Must be nice," Kelly said, giving me a sly smile. Were they both toying with me?

My heart raced. Hannah had started a session with the code word, and Kelly was right here. I didn't know if Kelly was in on the code or not. They were close. She could have shared it. I hoped it was just Hannah's way of reminding me of my place here with her friend in the house.

Hannah said, "It is wonderful, truly. Plus, Johnny is incredibly open and honest. He will answer any question without hesitation. He won't lie to us -- at least not tonight."

Shit

. There it was. Hannah was directing me not to lie tonight -- simple, direct, and no hesitations. She was wickedly clever.

"Is that true?" Kelly said.

"Yes," I said.

"OK, so what's your social security number?"

I recited it for her. She laughed. "OK, then. Well, I promise not to open any loans in your name."

I laughed. My stomach went cold despite the recent meal. I felt my foot shaking and so I put it on the floor to steady it. My eyes were open wide as I searched Hannah's expression for some hint at where she was going with this.

Hannah smiled over the steam of her tea. "How long were you married, Johnny?" she said.

"Three, actually, four years." I said.

"How did it end?" Kelly said.

"My wife and my former best friend had an affair."

Hannah cleared her throat.

"They cuckolded me," I added.

Kelly's eyebrows went up. "Oh, well, that's sad. Unless you were into it." She laughed at her joke.

Hannah glanced at me.

"I was," I said. "I encouraged it." Hannah nodded.

"Wow," Kelly said. "I guess to each his own, right?"

I could only nod. Now Hannah's plan was unfolding for me.

Hannah said, "His wife was quite mean. She fucked his friend for... how long, Johnny?"

"Months."

"Geez," Kelly said, "When did you learn about it?"

"Right away."

Hannah said, "And

how

did you learn about it?"

"I... I could taste him... in her." My face went beet red. Kelly's face relaxed. She lowered her eyes a second and looked over at Hannah, then back to me. She was picking up the vibe.

Kelly said, "And did you liked it?

What

you tasted?"

"Very much."

"So, you let it go on?" Kelly said. "For months."

"Yes."

"Because you wanted more of it."

"Yes, ma'am." My eyes flashed at Hannah, who seemed amused at my politeness.

Kelly said, "You eat creampies, then. You love to eat a used pussy."

"Yes, I do, Kelly."

"Well, we have that in common," she said, laughing. She toasted her mug to Hannah, who raised hers in return. "So, Johnny, does Hannah give you what you want?"

"Yes, often." I said.

"Whose cum?" Kelly said.

"Mine."

Kelly shook her head. "Poor thing. I bet you wish it was someone else's, right?"

I froze. Both women looked at me, waiting. I opened my mouth, trying to find the words. Before that moment, I wouldn't have known

what

I wanted.

With difficulty, I said, "Yes. Of course." My eyes were on Hannah, pleading for understanding. She was placid, but I saw a slight narrowing of the eyes -- a wisp of a smile. She had learned something important.

"I love your honesty, Johnny," Kelly said. She was blushing. I didn't know if it was for me, or if this was actually turning her on. "Tell me, if you knew my pussy was full of cum right now, would you beg Hannah to let you taste me?"

I looked at Hannah. There was no right answer to this question. I said, "I... am devoted to Hannah."

Both women smiled at that. Whew.

"Good boy," Hannah said. "But Kelly, Johnny and I are not a couple. He is free to do whatever he wants. Isn't that right, Johnny?"

"Not at the moment, ma'am," I said.

"Why not, Johnny?" Hannah said.

"Because you used the code word earlier. I am your servant at the moment. I have...

no

control now." It was true in every sense.

Kelly laughed, "Oh, girl. You are fun!"

Hannah laughed too. "I have a new toy, Kelly. You like?"

"You have the best life, Hannah," Kelly said. "How'd you get so lucky?"

"It was fate," Hannah said. "I knew from the moment I saw his tattoo at the bar that first night that there was something special about him."

It was the tattoo on my forearm of a phoenix rising from the ashes. She was at the bar where I was celebrating my commitment never to date again. She saw my tattoo and showed me her similar one of a golden dragon emerging from an egg. She, too, was in a phase of renewal.

"So," Kelly said, "His submission includes radical honesty, then."

"Yes," Hannah and I both said, making all of us laugh.

"OK," Kelly said, "Is Hannah the most beautiful woman you've ever dated?"

"Without question," I said.

"And is Hannah the sexiest woman you've ever been with?"

"By far."

"Those were easy, but good to know," Kelly said, looking at Hannah. "I feel the same about her."

Hannah actually blushed.

Kelly said, "Do you want to fuck

me

?"

Shit. I looked at Hannah, who shook her head. No hints from her. "Yes," I said.

"Good, I'd fuck you too if Hannah allowed it. Tell me, are you gay, bi, straight, or somewhere in-between?"

"I..." I looked at Hannah. My sessions with her had helped me review all my past actions in a new light. I wasn't entirely sure where I was. I said, "I love women... I crave serving them. Sometimes, that means I do things others would put somewhere else on the spectrum."

Hannah nodded. She seemed pleased with the answer.

Kelly said, "I like that. I bet Hannah loves it. It makes it more fun when they're not just using a woman as an excuse to get their mouths on a cock."

I blushed at her frankness.

Kelly said, "You

would

suck a cock for her, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"Take one in your ass?" Kelly seemed to enjoy this line of questions.

"Yes."

"Pull a train for her?"

I literally shivered. I looked at Hannah. I felt fear well up inside me. "If she wished..."

"Relax," Hannah said. "Kelly likes to lay it on the line, right?"

Kelly rolled her eyes and smiled.

Hannah said, "Kelly also likes to watch men fuck, so take that for what it is. I would not ask you to do such a depraved act." She winked, adding, "At this point in the game."

Hannah looked sideways at Kelly. "I bet Kelly is super wet right now, imagining all that."

Kelly made a face of "Who, me?"

Hannah said, "Johnny, Kelly asked if you would eat her pussy if it was full of cum earlier. And you said yes."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Shall we find out?"

I felt lightheaded. I blinked at Kelly, who evaluated the scene for a moment, then stood back from the table and unbuttoned her jeans. With her eyes on Hannah, she slid them down over her hips and down her legs. She kicked them off to the side, leaving her in a pair of tiny, pink underwear with small hearts. Then she turned, bent over and slid her underwear over her ass, down her legs, and onto the floor. She stepped out of them and turned around with one hand covering her pussy.

When I could tear my eyes away from Kelly's round hips, I looked at Hannah for reassurance. She just lifted her eyebrows. It was always a dare with her. I had to decide how to proceed on my own.

Kelly sat down at the edge of the chair and slid her chair in to the table, bringing her hand up to touch her lips. She licked her fingers.

Hannah said, "Johnny, please crawl under the table and taste my friend's pussy to see if it's fresh or fucked."

I glanced at both of them, hoping for a wink or something to tell me I was off the hook. But no. They were both challenging me at this point. I got down on hands and knees and crawled under the table. I bumped my head twice on my way. My eyes fixed on Kelly's thighs. She had her knees tight together. When I reached her, I touched her gently on the inside of both knees. They held firm.

My "please" echoed under the table. Both women giggled at the plaintive sound I made.

Kelly let me part her legs. She splayed them far apart. She tilted her mound up toward my face as she slid her hips closer to the edge of the seat.

Her pussy was beautiful -- as they all are. Her labia were completely hidden with only a thin cleft hinting at what was inside. She kept her vulva completely bare. I could smell the light aroma like honey lemon herbal tea. Hannah had more of an almond top note. I wondered what Kelly would taste like. I felt my cheeks tighten with the contraction of my salivary glands filling my mouth.

"She looks..." I said, "I don't see any..."

"Cum?" came Kelly's voice from above. "You don't see any cum dripping out of my tight little hole?"

"No, ma'am," I said.

"But that's not the test, is it?" Hannah's voice came.

"No, ma'am."

I leaned forward. I inched closer as Kelly tilted her hips up as far as she could in her attempt to bring herself to me. Just a millimeter away, I felt the heat of her skin on my cheeks and lips. I reached out my tongue and touched her cleft.

I felt Kelly flinch. I heard her moan.

I let my tongue slowly separate her cleft. I tasted the slight salt of her. I ran my tongue up along the entire space between. I tasted her delicious flavor.

"She is soaked," I said.

"Sure, now," Kelly laughed. "Your toy is very gent-- Oh!"

I thrust my tongue deep inside her. I searched for her lips, coaxing them out with a slight suction from mine.

"Mm," Kelly groaned. "That's... that's nice."

"He has a good mouth," Hannah said. "I ride it often."

"Lucky... Mm. Lucky girl," Kelly said.

I began searching her folds, tasting every part of her. She rewarded me by opening up. Her labia felt warm and firm under my lips. My tongue plunged deep into her vagina, tasting the thicker cream of her pussy.

"Fuck, that's good," she said. I could hear her breath coming at a faster rate. I found her clit pressing its hood away. I tapped it with my tongue. She yelped.

I began slow circles around, testing. Does she like it that way? Up and down? Side to side? A little nip? A squeeze of my lips. At last I found the motion that made her writhe under me, forcing me to grab her hips.

She panted and moaned as I held the tempo that made her say, "There... right there... please... oh fuck."

I moaned and held tight. My tongue was tiring, but I would not quit. I loudly slurped and groaned as I sought more.

"Right... Oh... Oh..." Then she went silent as her thighs tightened against my ears. I held on through the first orgasm, but I did not change my tempo. She gasped and tried to back away, but then gasped again as the orgasm continued. She kept gasping and yelping and even slapped the table once before she reached down and grabbed my head, pushing it back away from her.

I was gasping myself -- for air. I crawled away, letting my eyes adore her beautiful sex. Her labia and clit were now fully pink and showing through her cleft. I felt pride, like a gardener watching his flowers bloom.

I backed out until I came out from under the table and stood up. I looked first at Hannah. She was staring with half-lidded eyes at Kelly and licking her lips. She had been masturbating while she watched Kelly's orgasms. Kelly was looking back at Hannah as if it was Hannah herself who had made her come. (And wasn't it, really?)

Finally, Kelly looked at me. My face was hot. I could feel her juices drying on my nose, cheeks, and chin. I licked my lower lip to taste more of her.

"Thank you," she said. "That was... very good. For a man."

Hannah beamed. She looked now at me with what I hoped was pride. "He is talented, isn't he?"

Kelly nodded.

"Well?" Hannah said, directing her question at me.

I didn't understand for a beat, then I realized the question I had forgotten.