Hello you naughty girls and boys.
My apologies to those who have waited so long for another Mandy chapter. I promise you won't have to wait as long for the next one.
Doug is trying to find something positive, and he thinks he's found it. But is everything as it seems?
WARNING, PLEASE READ: While many people have enjoyed and favorited chapters in the Mandy series, unfortunately it has also received the most comments or feedback of disappointment as to the relationship between Mandy and Doug. Thus I felt the need to add this warning.
The male character of the series, Doug, WILL NOT BE TREATED FAIRLY.
This was never meant to be an example of a real life D/s relationship. This is fiction. This series is heavier in the NonCon than most of my stories and it is in that category for a reason. This isn't a romance. To those who say this isn't a healthy portrayal of a loving couple; it isn't meant to be.
If that ruins the story for you then please just skip the series and try something else. If you're not sure how you feel about it you are welcome to read on, but please don't then give the story a poor rating or complain that Doug should have left, or worse, that he should retaliate with some form of abuse.
Now to those still interested in reading about how Mandy gets what she wants, please read on.
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I can't say that I appreciated what Mandy made me do to apologize. Licking her asshole was well beyond anything I would have considered beforehand. And that it went further than that; the fact that my tongue had worked its way inside her asshole was something I didn't like to think about.
However, I can't deny that it did help to straighten me out. Fear of a repeat performance or any other new duties was enough to overcome my depression-fueled laziness. I don't know that I could say I was really happy after that apology, but I was putting my nose to the grindstone and felt I was getting my life back on track.
One night, not long after that night of apology, she called me in while she was sitting on the couch. She was naked from the waist down and sitting in her favorite corner. She told to me to crawl to her on my hands and knees.
I did so without question. Things had changed since our early days. I had a good idea what she wanted. I crawled to her and she directed my head into her hairy crotch. With a face full of her hairy muff she pulled a leg up and behind my neck. Her other leg she casually draped over the first so that the back of her knee was resting across her ankle, and thus I was in a simple headlock, my face unable to withdraw from her pussy until she decided to let me go.
I wouldn't say I had come to enjoy spending so much time in this and similar positions, but I had become somewhat accustomed to it. Rarely a day went by that my face wasn't between her legs. And once my nose made contact with her bush, I could expect to be there for some time, an hour or more not being uncommon.
So after I crawled into place and she pulled her legs in securing me I resigned myself to my fate and wasn't surprised when I heard the TV come on and her surfing channels. Soon I was nuzzling into her and began with some soft kisses and slow licks.
It wasn't always about oral sex. By that I mean sometimes she just wanted to hold my face against her. Sometimes she wanted to cut off my air and make me hold my breath until I turned blue. Other times she was so busy riding my face that any action from my lips and tongue was of no real consequence.
And of course I was expected to know what she wanted without her having to tell me. I couldn't always read her correctly but I was getting better. I was pretty sure she didn't want me to dive in and try to get her to climax right away. If that's what she wanted she would have likely told me so, in one way or another.
So I expected this was to be another 'lazy' stimulation where I would continue to build her up while I was trapped, and when she was ready for more she would let me know. It also suggested I would likely be on my hands and knees for the next hour.
While this all may sound rather strange, it was ordinary enough at present, that I felt a certain level of comfort. It's hard to describe, but she hadn't really been mad at me in awhile, which I was thankful for, and I felt I had a good grasp on what this night would entail.
I wasn't quite right, but rather than be fearful, she lifted my spirits when next she deigned to speak to me. Of course in order to really do that she had to relax her legs and open her thighs enough so that my ears weren't pressed against them. It was my first clue she had something she wanted to say.
"You've been a rather good boy lately."
It was said rather matter-of-fact. Still it was a compliment. Given my position I couldn't really answer her, I simply kept my mouth busy and waited for her to continue.
"I'm feeling rather generous tonight and I think I might give you a treat. Would you like that?"
Again I knew better than to stop what I was doing so I just eagerly nodded my head, rubbing my face against her wet, hairy pussy. I felt her hand drop to the back of my head and I knew I had made the right decision. Now I was left wondering what sort of treat she had in mind.
"Well then, if you're good, really good, and can give me three orgasms in the next thirty minutes...well then I might be in the mood to let you fuck my tits tonight."
Out of sheer joy I froze for a moment and then quickly reapplied myself before it could get me in any trouble. I had one titjob from Mandy before and it was the highlight of my sexual life. Mandy had the best breasts and I could just stare at them for hours. It's one of the reasons I really enjoyed her being on top.
I always enjoyed fondling them. They were so big and soft. I loved holding them, kissing them, suckling on her nipples. But when for whatever reason she had decided to give me a titjob, I realized her tits had an even greater pleasure to offer. I felt that one titjob had made up for a lot of my suffering and tonight I had a chance at my second one. I could only hope this was the beginning of a regular routine.
"Now I know you're excited but don't rush too much. Remember this is about me. You know what I want and I'm sure you can deliver. Your time starts...now."
It was a good thing that she reminded me to go slow. I was already revved up at the thought of another titjob and surely if she hadn't said anything I would have just gone into a frenzy, possibly blowing my chances. Instead I applied myself like a hungry man, but with enough restraint to start building her up.
This wasn't so difficult as I had already had my mouth on her for some time before she told me of her plans. She was already at a comfortable idle. But now I worked my mouth and even my face against her to really get her motor running. It wasn't long before I felt her thighs once again closing in on my ears, my face trapped within her flesh.
I was confident from the start that I could do it and with the possibility of my treat I had no intention to fail. But that doesn't mean it didn't take work. Mandy was also an expert at being able to hold off her climax and I had already considered she would make me fight for it to 'prove' myself. But I was also counting on her really wanting those three orgasms.
Before it was over I had been given a workout. My head and neck had been squeezed, crushed, and twisted. More than once I had to suck in desperate air when I finally had the chance, and that invariably meant sucking pussy hairs into my mouth and nose. And I was sweating like I had run a marathon.
Eventually it was over. Well sort of. The frantic pace stopped and she just held me to her, her thighs hugging my head and her hand stroking my hair like I was a pet. I was fairly confident that I had achieved my goal, but I also knew it would all come down to what Mandy decided. So I waited, face full of wet and sweaty bush, for her to let me know.
"You see Doug, you are good for something. Now just remain on your best behavior and you'll get my tits a little later. But first I just need to relax."
I had done it! I was going to get my second titjob! Unfortunately I still had a face full of pussy and I wasn't going to be allowed to get up right away and get clean. I felt some of the familiar aches from spending time, both with face buried between her thighs, as well as on my hands and knees.
She did a little adjusting to get more comfortable, with little to no care about my own comfort. And then I heard her breathing deeply. Her body had also received a workout and it was no surprise she needed a break. But now while she relaxed it was difficult for me to do the same. But my bigger fear was that she might fall asleep.
Thankfully she didn't really doze off. She did get some rest and likely skirted the edge of sleep, but after some time I felt her legs unwind and she pushed my head back as she stood up and made her way out of the room and down the hall; presumably towards the bathroom.
I slowly rose from hands and knees and then in a mix of rolling over and falling, I landed on the couch. I knew it was temporary and I didn't dare stay more than a moment for fear I could quite easily fall asleep and ruin my evening in more ways than one. But I did allow myself to stretch out my arms and legs before I got up and headed to the kitchen sink to wash my face.
For the next little while things were quiet and we both went about a more normal routine. I did some clean up in the kitchen and Mandy checked her emails and got ready for bed. I was eager to receive my treat but not stupid enough to jeopardize it.
Eventually she told me to check the door, turn off the lights, and come to the bedroom. I was careful not to run but I wasted no time. When I entered the bedroom I saw that Mandy was wearing what I had learned earlier was a harness bra. It provided the basic support of a bra, but was essentially cupless, revealing almost the entirety of her breasts.
It's not like I never got to see her breasts. She was often partially or completely nude around the apartment. I had come to know the underside of her boobs as I often looked up at them when my face was trapped between her legs. But seeing them wasn't touching them. And even staring at them could get me in trouble for not doing my chores or focusing on my work.
So having them on display and knowing it was meant for me was indeed a treat. My eyes rolled over her nipples and caressed her curves. And now my hands wanted much of the same. Slowly I approached her.
"Strip completely and lie down on the bed."
There really wasn't much to remove but I took off my shorts and underwear and crawled onto the bed as instructed. She was soon on all fours beside me. She slowly moved up the bed towards the pillows and as she reached the headboard one hand came across my body. Her bare breasts were now hanging just below my chin and just left of my face.
I knew better than to reach for them in any way. This was my treat but Mandy was, as always, in charge. Any bad behavior now would just blow my chances and maybe even get me in trouble. So with my own excitement building, I waited.
"I bet you'd like to kiss them wouldn't you."
