High School Slave Auction

[GuyRP]

It was to raise money for prom. The Homecoming court and the student council were putting themselves up for auction as 'slaves for a day.' They were supposed to do chores and stuff around your house. Mostly it was parents buying them but students could bid too.

Ken was an outsider. He wasn't a geek, and he wasn't a jock. He was on the wrestling team freshman year, but wrestling had been lost to budget cuts. He just didn't fit in with the other kids. He worked a part time job and competed in martial arts, having studied karate and judo since he was little. Ken was in excellent shape. But the other seniors didn't have much in common with him.

The auction intrigued him. Not because he needed someone to do his chores, he didn't. Not because his parents who were out of town for two weeks had given him money to try and buy someone because they wanted to donate toward prom, they had. No, what intrigued Ken was facebook and a website called Literotica.

Everyone at school seemed to be on everyone else's facebook friend list. Everyone wanted a high friend count. And instagram and everything else. Ken had joined the craze, but within two weeks from joining hadn't gone back to any of the social media sites. Until yesterday.

He had been on Literotica.com, and hit the new stories link off the main page. One of yesterday's stories was called "My Favorite Fantasy." Written in first person, the story chronicled this girl's desires to submit and please. To be naked and stared at by her master and used, in her words, like a fuck toy and a cum slut. She was quite dirty and quite explicit. Ken found himself masturbating to the story repeatedly, imagining he was the master she was looking for. Inevitably he even imagined some of the girls from school were the fantasy slts begging for his cock.

The story wasn't too unusual for Literotica, but some of the details in her story seemed more and more familiar as Ken read it again, and again. She was describing his hometown, his high school. The username looked familiar too. It wasn't until a few hours later that he considered checking the author's screenname against the usernames for instagram and Facebook from the girls in his school. That's when he found her. Her display name on Facebook was her real name, but the name in the url for her page, that was the same as the Literotica username.

And she was up for Auction. Ken was going to buy her and try to make her fantasies come true.

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[Beautiful_Sub]

"No.. No over there is better" Hannah ordered some of the student council's best and brightest. They were busy decorating for the fundraising auction and aside from being on the auctioning block Hannah had her hands full with making sure it went off without a hitch. She did everything in her life that way. To say that she was a perfectionist would an understatement.

Hannah had the perfect grades, the perfect extra curriculars and the perfect looks to go with them. There was no doubt that she was going to be prom queen but still she wasn't really happy. Things came to easy for her. Her deep hazel eyes, long strawberry blonde hair and head cheerleader figure even made men easy.

Maybe that's why she had the bright idea to do an auction to raise money for the prom. It was a little hard convincing the school administration to go with it since some of the students couldn't be trusted to behave accordingly and not look like underage hookers to draw in more money but she did it.

At first glance Hannah oozed innocence but if anyone ever found out what she did when she wasn't out being so perfect their jaw would hit the floor. It was only a few months since she'd started posting some of her dirtiest fantasies on a little known website called Literotica. Or, at least she thought it was little known. Hannah had only found it herself after doing hours of research on how to "deep throat".

Like it was said earlier, she was a perfectionist. Even if that meant studying on how to suck a cock perfectly, she'd follow through with it. After that article though she started to explore the site more, getting aroused by it's stories and learning that her need to be controlled by another hadn't been so weird at all.

It was only an hour until the auction started and the decorating was just about done. Hannah's boyfriend had planned on being the one to buy her but since he was on the homecoming court he was up for bidding as well. In front him Hannah would act disappointed by the fact he couldn't purchase her but inside she was excited by the thought of being bought by a complete stranger and it's possibilities.

"Ugh" she sighed as she got ready for the bidding to start. The thought that a parent would by her slightly ruining her hopes for a moment as she stood behind the first four "items" for sale. She crossed her fingers in hopes of it at least being a student while she stood behind the curtain waiting to be called to the stage.

 

[GuyRP]

Mary Jane was sitting next to him in the auction seats. She was a very attractive red-head, and Ken knew she was big into theatre productions. They had known each other growing up because they were neighbors and their parents were social, but like most of his friends they had started drifting apart in junior high and now didn't have much to talk about. She was a pretty girl, but a bit of a ditz, pulling C's in remedial classes. Ken was in all honors and AP classes, earning his B's and the occaisonal A. Which meant they didn't see each other much at school. Mary Jane still said hello to him whenever they passed in the hall, and for a week last year he had driven her into school when her car had broken down. All-in-all she was probably his closest female friend at school, which wasn't saying much.

To get an auction seat you had to register and get a paddle-number-thingy that you held up with a number on it.

Mary Jane smiled at Ken as she sat down next to him. "Wow Kenny! I didn't expect you to be here! Don't you usually kung fu people after school?"

Ken firced a chuckle. No one else called him Kenny anymore. But Mary Jane was Mary Jane, and despite the bit of irritation it caused him, she was still very pretty and giggly. So he just let it go. She was also one of the few people at school who knew he practiced martial arts. "I go to a five am class now. How are you Mary Jane?"

She sighed, her entire body deflating and her rather perky boobs noticibly dropping. "Lousy. I lost out on Homecoming queen to that slut Hannah, which is why I'm down here instead of on stage being adored where I belong. I swear, I think she limited this auction to Homecoming and student council just because she knew I'd go for more money than she would. Jealous bitch."

Ken coughed when she called Hannah a slut. That was the girl who he was here to buy, the girl whose fantasy on Literotica made her far more than a slut. Cum slut maybe. Cock hungry whore, perhaps. "Wait, little miss 4.0 is a slut? I didn't know that."

Mary Jane laughed, perking up, her head bouncing back and forth from shoulder to shoulder. "Oh honey, I'm just pissed at her for keeping me out of the auction. She's not really a slut, slut, like a sex slut. She's just a slut, like, being a jerk kind of slut."

Ken facepalmed through her entire explanation, looking up at her after she finished. "There are parents around Mary Jane, can you please stop saying slut. At least, be a bit quieter, please."

Mary Jane laughed. "Whatever. I'm going to get that S-word-"

"Hannah," Ken interjected.

"-back. I've got twenty bucks I'm going to bid on her boyfriend."

"She has a boyfriend?" Ken asked.

"Of course. Mike. You know, Mike?" She did a pantomime that looked a bit like a gorilla. It was actually quite impressive. She may not be an intellectual, but Mary Jane did have some pretty solid acting skills.

Not that the pantomime helped at all. "She's dating a gorilla?"

Mary Jane laughed. "Where have you been Kenny? Under a rock?"

He snorted. "More like in a dojo, but yeah, pretty much the same thing."

"Mike is the quarterback, Hannah is the head cheerleader. Duh, classic teen movie bullshit. Anyway, I'm going to bid on him just to piss her off."

Ken nodded. "Whatever floats your boat." That was something his dad was always saying. "I gotta tell you though, I doubt you're going to win him with twenty bucks. Most of the parents here are using this as a way to contribute to prom and making their kids happy. For instance, my parents are out of town, so they gave me two hundred bucks to buy someone for them."

Mary Jane's face lit up. "I know, you could buy Mike for me!"

Ken could feel the blood rushing from his face. "Um, I don't think me buying another guy would be a good idea. I really don't want everyone in the school to think I'm gay."

"Wait, you're not gay?" Mary Jane asked.

"Why would you think I'm gay?" Ken asked, feeling himself getting angry.

"Well, you've never had a girlfriend-"

"I was dating Kerry for like a year," Ken protested, "the girl I met at a competition. She came to the house, I introduced you."

"She looked like a man, I thought she was a tranny."

Ken shook his head. "You know, you better be glad we broke up, she would probably kick your ass for saying that."

Mary Jane shrugged. "Whatever. You must be gay if you never hit on me. I mean really, have you seen me?"

Ken started to answer and then stopped. "You're giving me a hard time, aren't you?"

Mary Jane stuck her tongue out at him. "Took you long enough to figure it out."

They were interrupted by the auction. Mike, the quarterback was up first. Mary Jane started the auction by blurting out she'd buy him for $20! The entire auditorium went silent and stared at her. After a second she asked, "Did I win?" Everyone laughed and the auctioneer, the principle, asked for more bids and it went from there. He fetched $75 and the father who bought him was older and made a few loud comments about having someone help him move some rocks in his yard.

Next was Jung, a korean girl who was dressed up like a school girl. She was pretty damn sexy in that thing and the bidding started with a flurry of bids from some of the male students, but once the bidding got over fifty bucks the students dropped out and the parents continued. She ended up going for $65, which was pretty impressive. They were well on their way to reaching the $500 they needed to hire the band for prom.

Third was another girl, Ken missed her name, but he vaguely recognized her from from the hallways. He either didn't have any classes with her or she had prettied herself up so much that he didn't recognize her. She was dressed in a strapless prom style dress, and she filled it out well.

"Fuck," Mary Jane said, "who knew frumpy little Lisa looked like that."

Ken shrugged. "I don't know who she is now."

"Lisa, the goth chick? She's the class treasurer. She said she put in for it to bolster her transcript." Mary Jane shook her head when Ken showed no sign of recognition. "You really do live under a rock."

"Well, to be fair," Ken countered, "It's a very nice rock."

Mary Jane laughed once, then covered her mouth. The bidding stopped for a moment as the entire auditorium stared at Mary Jane for a second time. Lisa was glaring daggers at her. Mary Jane blushed, looking terribly embarrassed. "Sorry," she managed to squeak out, and the auction continued.

Mary Jane punched Ken in the thigh. "Thanks jerk! Lisa is my friend and now she's gonna hate me!"

"Apologize and blame me. Tell her I didn't recognize her because she was so beautiful or something. Don't tell her I wouldn't recognize her anyway."

Mary Jane glared at him. "Why, are you hot for Lisa?"

"Every guy in the auditorium is hot for Lisa right now. The guys are bidding pretty fiercely for her." Ken was right, the nerds in the front rows were going nuts for her, two of the boys combining their cash to bring the total to $80. One of the parents swooped in and saved the poor girl at $85. No one had any doubt the intentions of the nerds were not to have her do chores around the house. These were the guys Ken talked to at school more than any others. He played video games against some of them, and held his own fairly well. Ken didn't play alot of games, some Star Trek Online with his father and some First Person Shooters. None of the guys bidding were popular, and some of them had never been on a date before. But they were normal enough guys, and right now they were definitely thinking with their dicks.

"Damn," Mary Jane said, "I should be up there. I bet those guys would jizz in their pants if I was wearing that dress."

"Mary Jane!" Ken whispered fiercely.

"Geez, I'm just kidding Ken, lighten up. Don't you watch Saturday Night Live? Andy Samberg, Lonely Island Boys, Jizz In My Pants?" Ken was clueless. Mary Jane giggled and said, "Youtube it on your phone later. It's funny. Like Dick In A Box."

Next up was another jock. He wasn't as big as Mike, but he was taller. Mary Jane identified him as the captain of the basketball team and an okay guy when he wasn't getting drunk with Mike and the guys.

Then came Hannah. The bidding went quickly for the head cheerleader, homecoming queen and student council president.

Ken leaned over to Mary Jane and whispered, "I'll tell you what, How about I buy her and have her do some really degrading chores, like clean the bathroom, weed the garden and dow the windows?"

"That would be awesome!" Mary Jane said in her loudest whisper. "Can I come over and watch?"

Ken considered what he was really going to be having Hannah do and tried to think of a way to be polite. "I'll tell you what, if she weeds the garden I'll let you know so you can 'happen' buy and rub her face in it."

Mary Jane gave him a quick hug, pressing her breasts against his shoulders. That was amazing. She let him go and said, "You're the best Ken, I'd love to see that perfect little bitch on her hands and knees in the dirt looking up at me."

Ken nodded. The bid was up to $90 and three nerds had combined this time to win her. One of the parents swooped in with $95, the highest amount so far. The nerds came back with $100. The parent came back with $105. The nerds returned with $110. The parent came back with $115. It was going once, going twice when Ken raised his paddle-number-thingy to bring it to $120.

Whether Hannah recognized Ken or not was questionable. He didn't stand out much. But she was sure to note that he was sitting next to, and chatting with, her greatest frenemy: Mary Jane.

The bidding was fast after that, back and forth; $125, $130, $135, $140, $145, then Jack's $150. And the other paddle didn't come back up. $150 once. Twice. Sold to the young man in the plaid shirt and blue jeans.

Ken stood, excused himself past Mary Jane and the other people in his row and headed up to the stage to collect his prize.

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Sorry, that went a bit longer than I expected. I do not plan to write a chapter for every post, nor do I expect the same in return. I think I added a bit to the story though and gave you some stuff to play off of. Hope you like it.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Gosh it was like she was sitting on a bed of pins and needles as the first bids had been placed. Hannah had known everyone participating in the auction and had made her own assumptions about what each would go for. She was pretty dead on too until it came to Lisa. That was a bit of a surprise and for the first time really since eighth grade had Hannah ever felt this kind of rush. The rush of the unexpected and the slight tingle of excitement you get when anything is possible.

"Here goes nothing" Hannah said as she stepped out into the spotlight. Slowly that excitement she had felt backstage started drifting when the nerds began their bidding. It was becoming quite predictable until he started raising the bar.

Hannah had no idea who he was but the girl who sat next to him she knew very well. She did her best to hide the obscenity that had slipped out when her eyes connected with Mary Jane's. It was obvious that Jane didn't like her no matter how nice Hannah could be it was just not possible. No doubt her booting the Jane girl from auction didn't help either. Limiting the auctions to just student council and the homecoming party was the only way the school would allow it to happen.

"So she found some random guy to help her get back at me?" Hannah asked herself as she stood there on stage. Soon she had found herself actually rooting for the nerds to win or even that slightly creepy looking parent that had threw in a few bids.

Then it happened! She heard the word "sold" and as heart sank her head sank even further. Hannah smiled as if everything was okay, it was the polite thing to do since this was for a good cause.

Hannah paid close attention to new owner for a day very closely as he made his way to the stage. Oddly enough the closer he got the less recognizable he got to her as well. She waved to the crowd as Ken helped her down from the stage. Mike her boyfriend frowned knowing who had just won his girl friend for a day. Mike had a few classes with him last year and he had seen Ken around school lots of times. The fact that the two of them hadn't ever had a conversation much less the same interests only boosted the jock's irritation him.

After she and Ken traded information Hannah made her way back to Mike regrettably. She wanted to be alone really but since the auction still had two student's left to be bid on Hannah couldn't. After the final "sale" so to speak all participants were do back on stage to be thanked for time along with the bidders.

Hannah herself had to give a speech thanking everyone for their contributions since it was idea to have the auction. She was so happy when the whole event had finally ended that she couldn't wait to sit in the passenger seat of Mike's car.

"Let's go. I'm ready to head home Mike" Hannah said noticeably not her cheery self. She then congratulated Mike on the money he raised and grabbed her things. The walk to Mike's car was then riddled with a speedfire pop quiz given by him. He wanted to know everything that had been said between her Ken and willing to annoy her until she gave him the answers.

"I think my day of being a slave will be a lot worse than your's Mike" Hannah said with a small smile as she realized something a little funny about the way things turned out. "I know its going to be way harder than moving a load of heavy rocks. He's buddy buddy with Mary Jane Mike." Hannah later added as he shut the passenger door to his Ford F-150 sealing her inside of it. She waited until he had entered the driver side before she finished giving him all the details.

"You remember that Maid costume I wore for Halloween like two years ago?". Hannah asked her boyfriend as he started the car. "Do I? That thing was bordline porno worthy! Why do you ask? Got something kinky planned for later?" Mike answered her jokingly knowing that something like would only happen in his dreams.

"No he want's me to wear that when I show up bright and early." Hannah said, then frowned making sarcastic noises. Mike playfully gave her shit thinking that Ken threw in a nice touch but then got a little angry again when he thought about how tight that costume must fit her now. After that the rest of the ride home was on miscellaneous things like sports, and the latest gossip around school.

As they pulled into her drive way Hannah thought about telling Mike that she would be going over to Ken's tomorrow morning so that she didn't have to waste most of her three day weekend there. Most of the other students who had been bought were lucky enough that they weren't needed as soon as possible. They worked on their owner's time. Hannah could have stayed home herself tomorrow if she hadn't been so impatient and wanted it over as soon as possible.

Hannah said her good night's to Mike and headed inside on a misson. First she had to dig out her maid outfit and prepare for tomorrow. Next, she made a little list of do's and don'ts for Ken just in case he had something else in mind for her just so that he could get Mary Jane her revenge. Then she took a shower and fell asleep. She had a big day tomorrow after all.

"Ring...Ring Ringer" Hannah rang the doorbell to Kevin's house at quarter to eight a.m. Her maid costume fit perfectly except for a few places. Her bust being the biggest problem so far. Hannah couldn't lean that far forward or one of her breast would break free from the outfit. She had nearly started to leave but turned back when she heard the door handle turning.

 

[GuyRP]

Before Ken had even gotten all the across the stage to collect his 'winnings' the principal/auctioneer grabbed his arm and said, "Son, we weren't planning on letting a student win, especially not a boy-girl pair."

Ken considered putting the principal in thumb lock to get that hand off his arm, but martial arts taught control, and that would be an overreaction. Or maybe he was just irritated that the principal still didn't know his name after four years. Most likely it was his introverted nature not liking all the attention.

"Relax, Pop," Ken said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, loud enough for Hannah to hear as well, "my parents are working right now and wanted to contribute to prom. They've got a list of chores for her to do and everything. Mostly maid type stuff, cleaning windows, vacuuming."

The principal scowled at the 'pop' comment, but he let Ken go. The martial artist finished crossing the stage to Hannah. He made sure she had heard all that he had said to the principal and then leaned in closer and whispered, "Speaking of maids, wear that Halloween costume, the french maid one. Show up tomorrow at eight. I sent you my address on Facebook." He turned and walked away without another word, not even waiting for her to respond. He was trying to establish the master-slave relationship from the outset, and wasn't giving Hannah a chance to defy orders.

He was going to leave then but his handful of nerd friends all mobbed him to congratulate him on his 'purchase.' There was alot of innuendo but none of them were confident enough to come right out and ask if he was going to try and fuck her. Ken kept insisting that he was just representing his parents, nothing more. After that Mary Jane came over, reminding him that she wanted to see Hannah on her hands and knees. Ken promised he'd let her know if that happened, after all, it was really up to his parents.

It was a lie. His parents wouldn't be home for two weeks, but it was a convenient lie.

By the time he ditched Mary Jane the auction was over and the speeches were starting. Ken decided to grab a soda from the machine in the hallway before heading home.

"Hey, Asshole!" someone called from down the hall. Ken didn't turn around. He wasn't an asshole. He popped the top of his soda and took a sip. "I'm talking to you Ken."

Ken turned around, slowly. Mike was walking down the hall. A soft answer turns away wrath. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, you can tell me what the fuck you think you're doing in there!" Mike demanded.

Ken shook his head. "I'm sorry, I have no idea who you are, or what you're talking about."

Mike's hands clentched into fists. "I'm Mike Potter. I'm the goddam quarterback and the fucking homecoming king! And you just bought my girlfriend!"

Mike was angry. Ken didn't rise to the bait. Instead he shrugged. "Oh that. My parents are working right now and asked me to stand in for them and buy someone. You know the money goes to prom right?"

Mike closed the distance until there was less then a foot between them. Ken almost hit his chest with the soda can as he took another sip. "Why did you buy my girlfriend?"

Ken snorted. "Because she's fucking hot, duh. Now if your Dad sent you to something like this, what would he think if you brought home a muscle bound jock instead of a hot piece of ass?"

Mike seemed to lose some steam. "Uh..."

Ken answered his own question. "I don't know about your Dad, but mine would think I was gay. Since I'm not gay, I went for the hottest girl on stage. Congratulations, that's your girlfriend." Ken's voice got lower and deeper, turning into a quiet growl. "So calm down, get your head out of your ass and back the fuck up. I don't have a problem with you. You don't want a problem with me. Capische?"

Mike took a deep breath and stared down at Ken. Ken wasn't much shorter than him, but Mike was bigger all around. The difference between Arnold Schwarzenegger and Bruce Lee. After a minute Mike stepped back. "I don't like you."

"You're making a pretty shitty first impression yourself," Ken said in a more jovial tone. "So let's just go back to ignoring each other. Good-bye."

Ken left. He drove home and got ready for the next day. Ken readied the props he was going to need. He read over Hannah's fantasy and tried to work out how he was going to ease her into becoming his sex slave. It shouldn't be too hard, the girl really wanted to be dominated and used as a fuck toy. Somehow he managed to find the discipline to not jerk off all night.

Ken woke up a bit before seven and hopped in the shower. With the hot water pounding down on him and thoughts of fucking the hottest girl in school dancing around in his head he lost track of time. He was jerking his cock a bit, imagining it encased in Hannah's ample cleavage when the dorrbell rang. He pulled the shower curtain aside and looked at the clock. Fuck, she was early.

Ken hopped out of the shower, dried himself quickly, wrapped the towel around his waist and rushed to the door. He turned the handle and ripped the door open to see Hannah turning back around to facae the door. She was in the french maid outfit. He already had a tent in his towel, but seeing her made his cock throb.

"Fuck," he muttered in appreciation, his eyes glued to her massive tits. They were practically falling out of her top. Were those the tops of her areolas showing or was it a trick of the morning shadows? Fuck, he was ready to cum on them right now. The corset was tight around her stomach, but that didn't seem to be too tight. The other huge difference was the skirt. It had been scandalously short a few years ago, what with it designed to flair out, but now it rode even higher. If she bent over there would be nothing left to the imagination.

Good.

She wasn't wearing a bra, was she? How could she be in that corset? Was that a corset or more of an elastic tube? Who cares? Oh this was going to be so much fun!

But she was early! Ken wasn't dressed. In fact, his naked, chiseled chest was still wet from the shower and on prominent display. He was naked, except for a towel and his cock was evidently half-hard and sticking out a good six inches under the towel. That was not part of the plan. Fuck, how did he handle this? He knew, make it her fault.

Ken met her eyes. "You're early." His tone was accusatory.

He waited for her reply, then said, "Get your ass inside." He moved out of the way and closed the door behind her.

He was tempted to tell her that she had interrupted his shower and that her first task was to finish cleaning him, but it seemed that was a bit premature. He thought about what to say as he looked her over.

"You should know, my parents aren't going to be home today. If you want to leave, you should leave now. However, if you leave you will forfeit the money going to prom."

Ken gave her some time to think about it before he said, "If you stay I will go over the ground rules. Make your decision." It was a command. She wanted to obey, to be dominated.

It would work.

It should work.

Would it work?

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

"Huh?". Hannah said after hearing him 'run through the ground rules. She couldn't do much but stare like a deer in headlights at Ken. "Um.. Wow!" were her next words when she felt embarrassed for glancing at the tent formed under his towel. Hannah hadn't expected that when she rang the bell.

Ken's body had a lot to offer. Way more than Mike could offer anyway. He was toned and had defined muscles where as Mike was more stocky.

Hannah sat her bag down after agreeing to stay. She wanted to blame her reason for staying on the chance to help the prom. Deep down she chose to stay because of how he made her feel when he gave her the ultimatum. "I'll stay but you should know that I have a few ground rules myself." Hannah said handing him post-it sized piece of paper.

"Obviously the first rule on that piece of paper is no touching" she said with her best attempt at a disarming smile. "Secondly I plan on not being used for Mary Jane's entertainment." Hannah said this time her tone more stern.

Hannah looked at Ken's body one more time, this time noticeably different than the last time as she smiled slightly. Then as she waited for his answer she took a seat on his sofa and crossed her legs.

 

[GuyRP]

Hannah put down her bag and agreed to stay. Good. Everything was coming together. Not exactly as Ken planned it, but still, it was working. Hannah handed him a post it note with her ground rules on it. Ken read along as she spoke, outlining them. Sure enough there were two rules. No touching and no Mary Jane.

Ken had no intention of letting his redheaded neighbor get her 'revenge' on Hannah today. The only way he'd let Mary Jane even be here is if the redhead agree to be his slut as well. The feeling of her breasts mashed up against him when she hugged him last night came back as his mind was flooded with images of the two hottest girls in school begging to serve him. He shook his head, clearing it. No need to be greedy. Besides, what were the chances Mary Jane secretly wanted to be used as a fuck toy too?

The second rule he had anticipated. Well, some variation of it anyway. He let Hannah sit down, her tits bouncing as she did so, straining against the outfit that did a poor job of keeping them in check. Ken considered his options as he crossed over to stand in front of her, running over a checklist in his head. She liked dirty talk, being humiliated and ordered about. Hmmm, how to handle this.

Ken stood in front of her, his feet about a foot away from hers, and with her sitting the short beauty's eyes were now level with his cock, and less than a foot and a half from the still throbbing monster that was poorly concealed by a wet towel. Ken said nothing for a long moment as his eyes roved up and down her body, his cock throbbing, growing everytime he stared at her impressive cleavage. The ample breasts moved with every breath she took. He drew the silence out, prepared to silence her with a word if she started to speak.

When he spoke it was with the command voice he usedwhen teaching classes at the dojo. It was similar to the voice Sensai used; sharp, firm but quiet. Quiet was the key. It made the other person have to be still to hear you.

"Four point oh. Head cheerleader. Student council president. Homecoming queen. Probably valedictorian. Possibly Prom queen. Slave. Slut. Whore."

Ken crumbled up the post it note and tossed it away. "That's the best you could come up with for ground rules? I expected better."

"I don't care about the rivalry between you and Mary Jane. You won Homecoming queen. She wants to beat you for prom queen. Me? I want you naked, on your knees and begging for my cum like the cock-craving cunt you are. You are not here for Mary Jane's entertainment. You are here for my entertainment."

Ken paused. His voice had been quiet, like he said these things all the time. "As for no touching? That's it? I expected better. Like, no stripping. No masturbating. No pictures. No video. No calling you a horny little cum slut."

Ken undid the towel, held it out in between them and retied it, teasing Hannah. "But that wouldn't do because you are a horny little cum slut. You want me to take video. Pictures. That's getting you wet right now, isn't it? You want to strip, to show off that tight little cheerleader body of yours, to be adored by your master. You want to masturbate for me, to spread your legs wide, pinch your clit, pull your nipples and cum nice and hard at my command.

Ken chuckled. "No touching? Of course there's going to be touching. Lots of touching. I expect, before this day is over, that you will be begging me to do more than touch you. You will be begging me to cum all over you. To mark you as my slut with my cum. But we can start with the no touching rule. It will be fun."

Ken looked at her, trying to read her emotions, her reaction. He wasn't sure exactly what she was feeling. "Don't like it? Leave. The door is right there. The prom money goes too. Cling to that excuse."

"I have one rule. I am the Master. You are the slave. You obey, or you get punished." Ken tossed the towel on the couch, exposing his half hard cock. It was thick, thick around as a coke can. Veins were hinting on the shaft, not quite exposed yet from coursing blood like they would be when he was fully erect. It was hairy, with a big mass of black hair at the base, but the wetness from the shower had the hair clinging to the shaft and his balls. His ball sack was thick, with two large balls making an outline against his sac, each about the size of a ping pong ball. His cock hung there, not quite sticking straight out, as there was a downward curve, it being only partially erect.

The thick skin of the foreskin still covered the head, keeping the large, purple monster constrained within, giving an outline of it as the foreskin stretched with his growing cock. Soon it would retract, revealing the arrowshaped cockhead a little at a time.

There was a hint of cum in the fold of his foreskin. As Hannah gazed at it the beast throbbed, raising up an inch or two until it was perfectly straight, then lowering back down. A bead of pre-cum slipped to the edge of the foreskin, shaken by the raising and lowering of the shaft, distended into a drop and fell from the tip, almost hitting her cleavage and finally landing on her skirt.

"Spread your legs, slut. I want to see your wet panties. If they aren't completely soaked through and sopping wet, you will have to use your fingers to make them that way."

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She sat there patiently listening to his little rant. Any other good girl would obviously be offended by it but not Hannah. Her attention was on every word like it was a normal day in class.

Hannah intently kept her eyes on him first looking him in the eye and then letting her own follow down his body. She could feel the well groomed, full lips of her pussy swell with every maneuver his cock made. That, she couldn't control but she could control the way he caused her breath to pick up and the way it made her breasts heave.

And as she saw the small drop of his cum fall it was like a slow motion scene. Hannah was glued to it as it made its way down and nearly hit her cleavage. She gasped when the drop landed on her skirt and then struggled to stay seated. At first glance it would have appeared that the drop made her uncomfortable rather than turned on like a horny little bunny.

"Spread your legs, slut. I want to see your wet panties. If they aren't completely soaked through and sopping wet, you will have to use your fingers to make them that way." Ken said nearly causing her to cum at the very moment.

Instead she gave him a disgusted look not willing to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how riled up he had made her. Then she stood grabbing her bag. "If you'd excuse me I think I'll go straighten up". Hannah told Ken more than asked. There was an obvious look of embarrassment on her face as she followed the barely there trail of steam left behind by his shower.

Thank gosh it was there or she would of had to stand there nervously and ask where the bathroom had been. When she got to the end of the steam trail and into his bathroom she closed the door. Hannah had been too eager to get into her handbag to even worry about locking it.

Over and over she replayed Ken's orders in her head. They only boosted how aroused she was. Hannah took a deep breath and turned on the sink. Looking in the mirror she thought about how best to handle this.

Was this really happening? She had to be dreaming this, right?

"Gosh!". Hannah looked down at her skirt and the drop of Ken's cum lying there. She looked over to her bag again as she thought about reaching into it for a familiar 'friend'.

"Fuck it!" Hannah whispered as she reached into her bag and pulled out a bullet shaped, index finger length object. It's bright pink color really stood out against the tiny black maids costume.

It wasn't strange for her to carry sex toys along with her since she had joined that Lit site. Hannah had even taken to sneaking away in between classes sometimes so that she could read the erotic stories on her smartphone.

Eventually that had escalated into her buying various sex toys that she could easily take along with her off the internet. She started with just a vibrating ring and had now worked her way up to the dildo still hidden away in her bag right now. They came in handy at school when she had time to hide away in her car and masturbate to her fantasy.

Today wasn't like one of those days though. Ken was creating the fantasy right in front of her. The seemingly "innocent" girl dropped to her knees and parted her legs. Again she heard Ken's voice in her head ordering her to show him how wet her panties were and she parted her legs even wider.

Hannah licked the modest pink, vibrator as her hand found the part of her skirt with his cum. She looked at it practically hypnotized as she teased her clit through the soft fabric of her panties with the vibe. The toy she gripped wasn't a loud one but it was still powerful enough to gain his attention if she turned it on.

As she continued to tease her pussy with it she thought about switching it with the average cock sized dildo in her bag instead. The tool wasn't as big as Ken appeared to be. Compared to Ken her dildo could be called a "starter dick" or a training cock, even something you give your virgin friend so she wouldn't be so shocked by the real thing.

Hannah swirled her finger around scooping up what she could of Ken's cum off her skirt. Her other hand had managed to push the toy into the side of her panties and then into her wet little pussy. She watched his cum on her finger, slowly picking up the pace in which she fucked herself with the toy.

She concentrated on the look of his cock and the way his lips looked as the words cum slut left them. Then Hannah licked the droplet of cum off her finger. She started pumping the toy in and out, in and out faster and faster thinking about having even more of the tasty cream he'd spilled on her earlier.

Hannah wanted to cum so bad, wanted to be fucked so bad that she'd forgotten just where she was. When she heard movement on the other side of the door she jumped, licking the toy clean before tossing it back into her bag. Hannah guessed she'd tell him that yes she'd stay if he was standing on the other side of the door. She had to know how far Ken was willing to take this. She had to know if he was the one. Her Master.

 

[GuyRP]

That wasn't the reaction Ken expected. She might have slapped him, or denied his accusations, or got up and left. Going to the bathroom was not on the list of things he expected. It caught him off guard.

So despite his long speech about being her Master and she needing to obey or be punished, the moment she disobeys, he lets her.

Well, not exactly. She had to pee. People still had to pee and he didn't want her peeing on the couch. It was scotchguarded and all, but talk about a mood killer. Stopping to clean up pee. Sheesh.

Ken was starting to get glad that he let her go. In fact, the more he thought about it, while standing naked in the living room, the more it seemed like a good idea. He didn't really have to go, but he should empty the old bladder before getting it on.

Ken walked over to the bathroom, figuring he'd go when she finished. Weird. A minute ago he was larger than life, now he was nust waiting to pee.

Standing outside the bathroom door he could hear the sounds she was making. Those were not normal bathroom sounds. Those were the sounds of...

Ken opened the door, letting it swing open slow and quietly. There was the student council president kneeling on his bathroom floor, masturbating. Ken laughed, shaking his head. "You are a horny little slut, aren't you? You're supposed to be doing that out on the couch, cum slut. Naughty, naughty. Hold on a second."

Ken disappeared and was back in an instant. He had a video camera and the red light was on. The lens was focused on Hannah. "Alright fuck toy, smile for the camera and tell me what a dirty little whore you are, and who your new Master is."

He waited for her to comply, or tell him to fuck off, when he spotted the vibe. "Wait a minute, is that a vibe? Where did a slut like you get a vibe from?" He grinned as he had a eureka moment. "Did you bring it with you cum slut? Are you so cock hungry that you brought it with you, or do you always keep it with you because you're always horny?"

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Ken had nearly gotten her to comply and then he busted her with her vibrator. She blushed when he asked if she always kept it with her. Hannah had always kept them with her, at least for the last few weeks. Her and her toys had become practically inseparable.

"Haven't heard of privacy have you Ken?" she asked as she tried to hide the evidence of her naughty little crime.

He still wasn't dressed. Ken was the one standing around fully in the nude and yet she was the embarrassed one? Noticing that fact Hannah decided to repay the favor by trying to make him just as uncomfortable as she was. She turned around so that she could face him completely and then opened her legs as wide as she could for him.

Hannah then lifted the small skirt as far up as she could so that Ken had a perfect view of the wet spot that had formed on her panties. Hannah was going to give Ken what he wanted, and test how committed he was to this. Hannah looked dead into the lens of the camera she began to rub her pussy through her panties. She then sucked two of her fingers and pulled her panties to the side.

"You wanna know how I got this wet spot Ken?"She asked rhetorically before rubbing her clit between her two soaked fingers.

"I am a cum slut. I wanted to lick my lips when I saw your cock and the cum before it landed on me." Hannah said confidently as if she were at a cock lover's anonymous meeting and not a girl who had just gotten busted by guy she only met yesterday.

"I was too shy to admit how turned on you made me." Hannah dipped her finger's into her pussy soaking up some of the wetness on her fingers before using it to massage her pussy. She playfully put herself on display for him like it was natural for her.

"My appetite for sex is insatiable Ken. You sure you can handle being my master?" she spanked her clit once and then got up heading back into the living room. She couldn't resist the chance to feel his cock in her hand on her way out. Hannah smiled as she felt it in her hand. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek before stepping out of her wet panties.

"I've been bad. I wonder what my Master has in mind for me?". The ball was in Ken's court now. She'd be waiting for him when he was ready to toss it back to her. Her bare pussy would be on display for him as she got started straightening up his living room like nothing had just happened.

 

[GuyRP]

His slap on her ass was not gentle. Ken could break boards and punch through cinder blocks. He wasn't trying to break her, just let her know who was in charge. Firm. Forceful. Memorable.

He got the entire confession on tape. Well, memory card, who used tape these days? And it was pretty fucking amazing. It was like he had tripped a wire in her brain from normal to super slut. It was awesome.

Ken grabbed the vibrator and followed her into the living room, camera still rolling and watched her show off her wet pussy as she bent over at the waist to pick up pillows and move them around the couch, getting some nice zooms, then pulling out for the wide angle. He placed the camera down, facing her and crossed the room. She was positioned perfectly.

Ken grabbed Hannah's left hand behind her and pulled on her thumb. It was a simple pain compliance technique. She would bend at the waist, her head down, her ass up. Any other stance would bring immeasurable pain. That's when he gave her the first spank.

"No. You are NOT a cum slut."

Spank!

"You are my cum slut."

Spank!

"You don't do this with other men, do you?" If she didn't give an answer inside three seconds she was getting another spank.

"No one knows just how horny you are."

Spank!

"No one knows how you're fighting against your need for cock."

Spank!

"How you keep a vibrator in your purse all the time."

Spank!

"How the urge overcomes you and you have to sneak away to get a quick finger fuck."

Spank!

"No one but me. I know how you long for cock, how you want to be used like the slut you are and marked as my little bitch, my personal fuck toy."

No spank. Ken rubbed her ass gently. He slipped his hand down over her pussy lips and dipped a finger inside her.

"You're wetter now. The spanking turned you on." It wasn't a question.

He pulled his finger out of her and released his hold, but still held her left hand. When she stood he held his finger eight inches from her face.

"Lick it clean, slut."

It was a test. Just as her disobedience was a test of him. Ken was fairlyccertain he passed her test.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

"Ouch!" Hannah grinned rubbing her sore ass while Ken stood in front of her waving his finger around. "Mmmmmmmm" she hummed out as she licked it clean. This was incredible! Maybe her constant good luck finally rubbed off on her sex life. One thing she couldn't understand though, was how perfectly he got her. So far there hadn't been one moment where she had seen him not in control.

"Your cum sliut huh?" She asked taking another lick of his finger. "I like it!"

The spanking did turn her on of course. With every swat she gave an apreciative moan. She even gave her hips a little thrust when he slid his finger inside of her. Hannah wanted more, craved more but this was still a lot for her first time as someones . Ken still had a hold on her left hand when she closed her legs. Closing her legs didn't really halt her the orgasm that had been building the entire time she had been there.

Suddenly her face flushed with color and a sigh escaped from her lips. It felt so good to cum but it wasn't how she wanted the rest of her orgasms to be.

"So what were doing in the shower before I got here?" Hannah managed to ask calmly though a small trail of her juices had started to slowly ooze down her leg. She could feel the air brush against her bare pussy and for a moment she shivered.

"Did I interrupt something?" she asked playfully curious to just how that drop of cum happened to be on the tip of his cock when she got there.

 

[GuyRP]

Ken looked Hannah over with a skeptical eye. She seemed to be rather compliant now. Slurping up her girl juice with some glee. He wasn't sure what the flushed face was for, exactly, but she sure seemed more docile and if anything, friendlier.

"We'll get to that," Ken said in response to the comment about the shower, "Right now we're going to wind back the clock. You're going to sit on the couch, legs nice and wide, and play with your pussy for me. You're only going to use your fingers. You're going to get nice and wet, but you are not going to cum. I want my cum slut riding the edge so when I tell you to cum, you will cum."

Ken let go of her hand, waiting for her to comply.

"Oh and while you're doing that, talk dirty. Tell your Master how you want him to use his slut. Oh and cum slut, just like if you're punished for doing poorly, you will be rewarded for doing well."

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Well, there was a problem with her just lying down and parting her legs. Still she shook her head in agreement before sitting on the couch. Hannah then leaned back feeling more of herself leaking out and down the part of her ass. She jumped a bit when it started to trickle up her back.

Her legs had stayed closed until Hannah could feel his eyes watching her and then she reluctantly opened her legs, showing off her glistening wet pussy. Instantly she tried to hide the fact that she had already cum by playing with herself. First she teased her pussy by dipping her fingers slowly in and out of herself.

For just having had an orgasm, her body felt oddly unsatisfied as she watched him standing there. His eyes locked on her as she played with her body was a the most erotic thing she had ever done. It drove her wild!

She pulled the top of her blouse down over her corset revealing her breasts. Hannah hadn't asked permission to free her nipples it just felt right as she showed herself off for her master. Her legs parted even wider as she imagined what his cock would feel like inside her. She took her fingers from touch herself to caressing her lips. Hannah imagined the wet trail her finger left on her lips was one left by the tip of his cock teasing them.

Hannah gave her full tit's a squeeze. Then tugged her nipples some before going back to pleasuring herself. She kept one hand free though, so that she could fondle her chest. It was hard resisting the urge to beg him to touch her but that would come in due time. Eventually after only a few minutes of this she found herself on the edge of cumming again. Her pussy made audible slurping sounds when she'd curve her fingers so that they manipulated her g-spot.

"I really want to cum Ken." She panted, causing her tits to bounce slightly. "Now what?" Hannah asked more than eager to hear his next instruction.

 

[GuyRP]

I'm going to change it a little. Not much, but a little.

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She was hesitant. She agreed quickly, but took her time sitting sown, and then slowly leaned back. She was still for a moment and then jumped. That was odd. With how wet she was, Ken figured she would want to play with her pussy. Eager to spread wide her legs and rub her cunt.

But no. She was hesitant. Perhaps she was still overcoming her shyness. Ken was sure Hannah had never done anything like this.

He assumed she wasn't a virgin, but that was just a guess. Cheerleading would have eliminated her hymen probably by freshmen year, maybe earlier. Didn't matter, either way it was gone. Hell, the vibrator could have done it.

Ken shook his head slightly, to clear it. Mike was what made him so sure that she'd never done this before. Given that Mike was jealous, He wouldn't have backed down so easily if he knew how eager Hannah was to be sexually dominated. That and the Literotica fantasies. She admitted she didn't try these things but desperately wanted, needed to.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds, the slut opened her legs, showing off her glistening cunt. Glistening? That was alot of wetness for only being aroused. As quickly as she started playing with herself, it wasn't fast enough. Ken blinked as he watched the cum flow out of her as soon as she opened her legs.

Hannah had came. Before she sat down, so that means she came from... His finger? No, it wasn't even in her for even a second. Maybe it pushed her over the edge but that meant she was already on the edge from...

From the spanking? Fuck! She got off from the spanking? Damn, she really was an insatiable little slut, wasn't she?

Ken took a long step forward, making his cock swing wildly to one side. He grabbed bothe her hands by the wrist and held them still, her fingers still inside her pussy. When he spoke his voice was calm and steady without a hint of anger. "Slut. I am your Master. I bought you. You belong to me. Your sloppy wet twat belongs to me. You will tell me when you cum. And when I tell you not to, you will not cum. We will practice this."

He released her and stood back up, like nothing had happened. Hannah continued assaulting her pussy, using one hand to free her tits and play with her nipples. She brought her finger to her mouth and slurped on it. Hungrily.

Ken focused on the beautiful woman in front of him. The homecoming queen, the student council president, the valedictorian, the head cheerleader was debasing herself at his command. She had cum from him spanking her bare ass and had really cum, more than most porn stars. Ken was in the middle of living the dreams of every guy ever. So it wasn't that surprising that he wasn't really looking at his cock. If he had been he would have seen it throb, more and more as he watched his own personal cum slut bring herself to the edge of an orgasm, rubbing her clit and pussy and squeezing her tits for him, for his pleasure. His cock throbbed and grew and slowly, ever so slowly, the foreskin retracted, revealing the large purple monster it normally protected. As it pulled back it left trails of precum to glisten on the purple phallus.

When Hannah finally asked what was next, he was rock hard and fully erect. Before his cock had curved downward from the weight. Now the beast was standing up, almost parrallel to his chest, thicker than before and long, nearly as long as his forearm. Ken was ready to fuck.

But he wasn't going to.

His slut needed to know he was in command, even of his own desires. Even when it was obvious that he wanted to fuck her silly, he could wait.
Ken was the Master. Ken was her Master.

"Master. Call me Master." Ken closed the distance between them. His shaft inches from her face. "Now, cum slut, we see how well you did. I told you to bring yourself to the edge. If you were on the edge, slave, you would cum just by touching your clit."

Ken raised a leg, stepped on the couch and with great effort, pushed his cock down until it pointed at her pussy. He bent down and rubbed his cockhead against her clit. He pulled back after less than a second, releasing his cock so that it sprung back up, almost hitting a nipple on the way. He was teasing her.

"I guess you don't get to cum yet. Poor fuck toy. She wants to cum, but she's not allowed." He paused. "Get up, cunt."

Once she got up, he sat down in the same spot, cum and all.

"You will dance for me. Strip off that ridiculous outfit while you do it. And touch yourself. Keep yourself aroused, on the edge. Be sexy, provocative, sensual, but do not cum. Rub your juices all over your body. Glisten in the morning light, but do not cum. Once your covered in sweat and cum, I want a lap dance. You can touch me, I can't touch you. And you cannot touch my cock with your hands, or mouth. You will finish the lap dance by impaling yourself on me. But do not cum."

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She had nearly lost it when she felt his cock head toying with her. Hannah really wanted to force him inside of her but she withheld the urge. She knew that he had been saying something about something or other but Hannah had her attentions devoted elsewhere. She studied how his cock got harder and how it swayed when he gave even the slightest movement. For a quick second she had even reconsidered her decision to go along with this so easily. Hannah cupped her pussy as she imagined herself trying to take him fully. Some of it would take some getting use to but like everything else she attempted, Hannah would see it through to the end, trying her best to take all of him inside of her. She wasn't a virgin so that wasn't the problem. That ship had held two years ago. Ironically enough, on Halloween night when she'd first worn this exact outfit. The problem was more or less Mike. She had only had one guy in her life and Mike wasn't packing nearly as much as Ken was. Hannah honestly wondered if she was even skilled enough please him.

Ken easily gave off the impression of a guy who's had his fare share of good sex. His cock was as hard as a rock and simply pushed it aside to focus on toying with her. IF Mike even had the gall to try something like this with his cock that hard, he couldn't have gone through with it. He would have mounted Hannah in a second instead of drawing out the fun.

But back to the task at hand and out of her own head Hannah began to grant her master's requests. She started by bending over fully in front of him. Her ass was pointed in his line of view as she shimmied her way out of the constrictive outfit and let it fall to around her feet. When she turned to face him she stepped out of it. Now how to get him so riled up that he'd be dying to touch her? Him touching her was really the only thing she wanted at the moment. So, Hannah opted for an easier way to lure him in or at least it felt that way. He had said that she could touch herself and technically his cock if she didn't use her hands or her mouth. Instantly the wheels in her honor roll brain started to turn.

Alright, if this was how he wanted to play it. There was no music so she improvised by humming a tune to herself. Hannah then started to step toward him slowly, her hips swaying ever so slightly as she looked at him sitting there. His cock rock hard and rising to salute her as she slowly straddled him.

She ran her hands softly across his chest and down his arms until they had found his hands. Hannah pulled the strong pair behind her letting them hover over her body as she guided them. She simulated what it would be like to have those hands gripping her ass, massaging it if she were fucking him.

Hannah was careful not to let his hands actually touch her soft skin while she guided them over her body. She also kept her eyes on his watching for his reaction to all of this. Her hard nipples were at his eye level and even within reach of his tongue as she leaned forward pinning his hands on either side of him. She held his wrists tight as she slid her wet opening over the tip of his cock.

Hannah never dropped her hips low enough to impale herself on it. It was always just enough for him to feel himself parting the full lips of her pussy, to feel the warm liquid of her arousal slide down his shaft. Then she leaned back, sitting herself onto his thighs and leaving a enough space for his cock to sway between the two of them. And, then leaned in as if to kiss him but also taking the care to leave just enough space between them that her pouty lips barely grazed his. Hannah would slide them along his neck and then down his chest. When her lips had made it to the area just above his manhood she looked up at Ken, flashing him a smile.

Hannah then started to lick and kiss her way around his body. Her ass fully risen in the air as she took careful time not taste anything that she wasn't supposed to. Her hips swayed rhythmically as she tasted the sensitive skin that joined his thigh to his crotch. Her eyes stayed on him while she did this as well. When he was finished with that she stood and turned so that her back was to him. Hannah started to hum her tune again, bending over to give him the full view of how her fingers worked her pussy. Her hips were busy keeping time with her rhythmic moans, circling her hand as she pleasured herself. Hannah was showing him how she wanted her hips to circle when he was finally balls deep inside her and taking her from behind. Another few seconds of this and her fingers were covered and shimmering with her own juices. Hannah couldn't wait to sit and his lap and play with herself while his cock was only a few inches away.

Then she took fingers from each of her hands and basted them in her the wetness of her cunt so that she could rub it all over her body. Starting slowly with leaving a shiny streak up her tummy and down the center of her cleavage as she grinded her hips against his. With her legs her crossed and ass sitting just below his belly button her luscious thighs made a good home for his cock. It rested perfectly between them and right against her hairless slit. In this position she could rub his cock along her pussy just by raising and lowering her hips.
When she had enough of this she opened her legs freeing him. Hannah dipped her fingers back into her pussy and then offered a taste to him as she sat in his lap. She traced along his bottom lip with her index finger watching his lips shine before she licked off the sweet liquid of her pussy.

This was now becoming all too familiar to Hannah though. It was like the fantasy she had written. He was watching her tease her body in all kinds of ways and covering it in the fruits of her efforts. Hannah shook the possibility that Ken could have stumbled onto her little fantasy as she decorated her body with more and more of her arousal.

It was getting harder to focus on not cumming so she couldn't afford to have those thoughts anyway if she wanted to succeed at this.

 

[GuyRP]

It started with her humming. Ken had a cell phone, he could set up music for her on pandora. Hannah probably had a cell phone too. SHe could set up her own music. Ken never even considered that. Once his cum slut started humming all other distractions flittered from his mind. A tractor trailer could have driven through his kitchen hauling cattle and chickens and Ken wouldn't have noticed. He was focused on his personal sex toy dancing for him.

She shimmied out of that dress. Watching her ass swing back and forth was nice, but he found he wanted to watch her boobs bounce. But once she started moving it faded into a semi-fantasy of her on his cock, wiggling back and forth, like she was now, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside her.

Then she turned, walking toward him, proud of her body and ready to use it. Beautiful? Yes. Sexy? Yes. Horny? Hell yes. Slut? Maybe a little. Cum slut? Indubitably. Cock hungry? Undoubtably. Her eyes were focused like a laser on her object d'art. Stupid? No. No, not even close. The complete opposite.

There was a baudy refrain Ken had heard once and never forgot:

Hooters! Hooters! Yum, yum yum!
Hooters! Hooters! On a girl that's dumb!

After less than an hour with Hannah, Ken already knew that he couldn't date a girl who wasn't creative in the bedroom, who didn't challenge him. And Hannah was a challenge. And not just in the obedience sense, but in the challenging him to outdo his previous performance sense.

Ken laid down the rules and then Hannah pushed them to their utmost. He said he wouldn't touch her, so what does she do? Simulate riding his cock with his hands NOT QUITE touching her ass. Almost. It took an enormous amount of control not to close his fingers even an iota to touch the perfect body in front of him. But Ken had the willpower. She was challenging him on both levels, pushing the limits of the ruless, pushing the limits of foreplay and pushing him to break his own rules.

He wanted to grab her. To throw her on the couch, grab her hips and fuck her like the slut she so desperately wanted to be for him. Ken knew she wanted it to. She was staring at his cock, her pussy was sopping wet, she would impale herself right now if he told her to. Ken smiled. That thought helped him hold off. That he could fuck her, could feel her pussy, or her lips, or even her tits, wrapped around his cock at any moment. All he had to do was say the word.

Hannah was pushing him, trying to get him to relinquish some of the control he had over her. He could, but he wouldn't. The control, the dominence, was what she craved. When he fucked her, and he was going to fuck her, it had to be on his terms. Or else the spell would be broken. Well, not entirely broken, but there would be a crack in the fantasy, a glimpse of reality, that somehow this magic man who knew her deepest desires wasn't the dominent myth she dreamed about. And Ken was not going to break the fantasy.

Somehow he equated it in his head, if he kept the fantasy alive, he got to keep his cum slut. And he wanted to keep this cum slut.

Hannah leaned forward, pinning his wrists to the couch, bringing her nipples to him at eye level. This was harder to resist. Nipples within reach of his tounge, and he couldn't reach out and give them a lick. So perfectly formed, visually stunning. He was sure they were the perfect combination of hard, salty nubs on soft, pliant flesh. He could just reach out and take one into his mouth right now.

No. No, he had to wait. He had all day with an eager slave who wanted to be ravished and dominated. Wait. Just wait.

Then he felt the hardness of her clit rub over his cockhead and the feather touch of the rest of her slick folds touching him. Ken jjerked his head up, away from her perfect breasts to look Hannah in the eye. This was it. She was about to impale herself on his cock. She was aiming herself up right now. Oh fuck, this was going to be fun.

Then her hips went past him and came back down, rubbing the folds and then the clit against his cockhead. She slowed, letting the tips spread her open and then letting her juices dribble down, out of her fuck hole, into her folds and onto his cockhead, over te straining foreskin and down his shaft. She moved again, going back andd forth a few times, slower each time, letting her cream coat his cock, but also teasing him, lettting him know that she could end this whenever she wanted to, but stopping herself from doing so.

So she was a tease too? He already knew that from the bathroom. And he knew she was a show off. When he had the camera rolling she played right to it. Ken could upload it to the internet anytime he wanted to, and Hannah didn't care. If anything, it seemed to turn her on even more.

Hannah ended that bit of teasing to start another round. She sat on his thighs, his cock between them. The tip of his cockhead was almost equal level with her nipples. Then she leaned forward, his cock pressing into the cleft between her breasts, leaving a mushroom stamp of precum, but mostly her juices. Hannah gave him and almost kiss, teasing him with her closeness.

As she moved away without kissing him, Ken managed to whisper, "Good girl."

The fuck toy began kissing him all over his neck and chest, his cock rubbing agaisnt her as she bent against him. Every move, every bit of friction sent the tiniest jolts of electricity through his body. Ken let out a very low growl as she worked her way down his body until her lips were in his pubic hair, her nose buried there, the shaft of his cock pressed against her jawline and coming up by her ear. She stopped there and looked up at him with an evil pixie's grin.

Hannah began to nuzzle into his crotch, kissing and licking at everything but his cock and balls, his thighs, the base, rubbing her cheek against the shaft and Ken spread his legs a bit wider and a bit wider for her each time she tried to get deeper, giving her full access. Sometimes he watched her looking up at him, and sometimes he watched her hips sway back and forth.

WIthout warning, she stood, turned, spread her legs and bent over at the waist, basically shoving her pussy in his face. Ken smiled, loving the sight of her bare, glistening lips. His slut loved to show off. She didn't flash him her beaver, she put it on display, giving him a view most guys would die to see, and this was just part of the tease. She shoved a finger in her cunt and immediately her humming turned to moans. She treated her finger like a cock, working her hips around it, instead of using her finger to work her pussy. She wasn't finger fucking, she was fucking her finger.

Ken appreciated the difference. He let out a low growl as he imagined his cockburied inside her and her nubile, cheerleading hips trying to milk him with all their skill. Hannah had a magnificent brain, and it was obvious she used a disporportionate amount of her brain power to think about sex.

She was getting wet again, not a flow of cum like when she came earlier, but still obvious wetness. She was scooping it out of her pussy and rubbing it over her body. She started rubbing it on her and then stood, putting on a show, making sure wherever she put her girl cum that Ken had a good view of the area.

"There's my cum slut. Rub it in and make yourself shiny for your master. That's it. Good cum slut." He paused, watching her rub it over her belly and up to her tits and nipples. "Tell me how much you love cum, slut. Tell me how much you wish that was my spunk all over your body rather than your own."

Next she turned, her ass facing him and sat on his lap, her back to him and her cunt pressed up against the topside of his dick. Hannah started playing with herself and she had never gone back to humming, so she was still moaning, getting louder and louder. Ken felt his cock throb, pressing up against her chest, the cockhead pressing into one of her breasts. Fuck that felt good.

She crossed her legs, and now, whenever she moved she was rubbing up and down on his dick with her pussy. She alternated before rubbing his cock and leaning back to rub more of herself all over her body. In turn she was lubricating his cock even more as he cunt rubbed against him.

The slave uncrossed her legs and turned around, keeping much the same position, showing off her glistening tits and nipples to her master. She rubbed her pussy more, moaning and writihing, and scooping out more of her aroma, this time, rubbing it on Ken's lips and licking it off. Fuck, that felt good.

He wanted to fuck her. It was a strangfe sensation. He needed to feel his cock ramming deep inside him, but even more than that, he needed this slut, this debauched, wanton creature, to debase herself for him completely. He needed to see her revel in the sexual torture/ecstasy of being so close to cumming and teasing him. While he enjoyed the teasing, he had no doubt about the inevitability of fucking her.

After all, the order was to impale herself on his cock. She really had no choice...

"Use your mouth, slut, use your words. Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you, how you want your master to claim you as his own. Tell me, cock gobbler, how you want me to take you. And when you're ready, fill yourself, your inner most, deepest place, with your master."

He paused, looking her in the eye. "And then beg me to let you cum."

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Hannah bit down on her tongue and then smiled as her Master looked her dead in the eye asking her the words that she had been waiting to hear. Her brow raised first and then her voice from a whisper of shy girl to a proud one.

"You want to know how much I want to feel you inside me?". She asked giving her little nub of a clit a soft smack.

"I want my Master so far inside me that I can't walk straight for a week!" Hannah continued to look him the eye as she writhed lightly on top of him. "And just when I can't possibly take any more of my Master's fucking me, I'll just open my legs wider and beg for more. That's how much I want it inside me."

Hannah gave her rubbing her cunt enjoying the wet slurping sounds it made as she did.

"You wanna know how I want to fucked Master?" Hannah grinned before whispering in his ear. "Long and hard. Fast and deep. Bent over your kitchen table if you wanted. I just want to be taken by you.". Hannah licked his ear..

"I'm begging you to let me cum. Begging you to mark my body as your property with your cum." Hannah said hoping that answered his questions. She was content on waiting for now. He had the whole day to enjoy her body and she wanted to enjoy the freedom of not dominating everything around her. Hannah rested her head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as she did and enjoying the moment.

So far they had worked out who was in charge, caught her masturbating and turned his living room into an amature strip club. All in all they were off to a good start.

 

[GuyRP]

Ken sat there, his cum slut masturbating on his lap, begging for him to fuck her and cum all over her. And it wasn't even nine o'clock in the morning. It was going to be a good day.

Ken had managed to keep his breathing fairly even aand his face stoic as Hannah confesssed her sexual desires for him. He was playing this as cool as he could. What he couldn't stop was his cock throbbing, pressing against her belly, as she turned him on more and more with her words and and the music she was making with her fingers and her pussy.

He let her confession hang in the air for a long minute, and then spoke into her ear.

"You know, cum slut, I can't decide which is prettier; the desires your speaking out of one of your fuck holes, or the soggy, sopping song you're playing with the other fuck hole. Together they seem to be writinga sexual symphany of explicit lust and wanton desire. We should record it. I'm sure it wouold be a number one hit." He grinned at her.

"Or a music video perhaps. Plaster you begging for your Master's cock all over MTV."

He was smirking at her. Was he teasing?

"No, I don't think I want to share my little cock sheath. I definitely want to fuck you silly before I show you off. IF I show you off."

He reached down and almmost touched her clit, but didn't. "From the sounds of this fuck hole, I think you're damn close to the edge. And what did I tell you to do to finish the lapdance?"

"Don't tell me you forgot, cock sheath. I would be very... disappointed."

He brought his hand back to the couch, waiting to see if Hannah remembered he wanted her to mount him.

"Take your time though, because you will not cum, until I tell you to cum."

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

She played her clumsiness off well, grabbing the hand that he almost touched her clit with and forcing it down onto her pussy. Hannah had forgotten that little tidbit of info. Most likely because she had been having too much fun being a tease.

Hannah then stood and turned. She wanted to be able to look him clearly in the eye as they did this. She wanted most of all for Ken to have a clean view of himself entering her for the first time. Hannah then straddled him and reached behind her to grab the base of his shaft. Her grip was firm as she held it in place for herself.

"Ou.." Hannah let out in a low moan as she felt the first inches of him enter her. Now there had been no doubt that he was much, much thicker than Mike. She worked her hips in slow spirals slowly taking more and more of him. If she hadn't been so well lubricated, this moment wouldn't go as smoothly as it was now.

More moans escaped her lips as her hips worked their way down. "You feel really, really good." Hannah said panting some as she felt herself stretching to accept him. He hadn't even been entirely half way inside of her yet as she started to feel full.

"Can you help me the rest of the way?" Hannah asked her voice as innocent as innocent could possibly sound like in that type of situation. She held his hands for a moment before placing one on each of her hips.

It wasn't quite the impaling he might have wanted she thought to herself but neither did she. Hannah held his hands tightly in place before she gave one hard thrust down forcing the rest of him in. Her breath was rapid as she rested her head on his shoulder. Hannah rocked her body slowly frontward and then slowly backward testing the tight fit. She caught her breath and gave a small giggle when she felt his hair tickling her thighs and pussy.

Hannah knew then that she was definitely at the base of his cock. She wasn't really sure how to proceed after though. Hannah did know however, that she couldn't hold still for very much longer or she'd cum. Even moving while balanced atop his cock came with it's own set of hurdles. If she writhed around too much she might cum too soon. Too slow though, and his cock would be pleasurably torturing her g-spot slowly. So she did what she thought any good cum slut would and asked her Master.

"Master? How did you want to be taken by your sex toy?" Hannah asked raising her hips and lowering them at a moderate pace. It wasn't too fast nor too slow and allowed her body to get use to him. Her breasts bounced lightly in time with the way she was fucking him.

Each time he'd feel her pussy tighten up and her movements stop to barely even a snail's pace was one more orgasm she had successfully fought off. Hannah

 

[GuyRP]

"Oh, I'm not going to be taken. You are. Stop moving. Stay perfectly still."

Hannah was moving to keep herself from cumming. Like a child doing a pee-pee dance. Ken hadn't figured it out immediately. He was a little distracted.

Ken was aroused, and damn hard, but he was on the bottom of the curve to orgasm and climbing. Hannah was at the apex, trying to keep her balance because as soon as she hit the top of the curve it was orgasm time, and she was going to have one hell of a ride going down the other side.

When Hannah pushed his hand onto her pussy, Ken curved his fingers, getting them nice and wet. His instinct was to push into her, to seek out that particularly rough patch on the roof of her pussy that signified the g-spot, while his palm or thumb rubbed her clitoris. He stopped himself. While normally he would be making a girl cum as often as possible, that wasn't the goal this time. He wanted Hannah to succeed this time, to not cum until he told her. He was building trust right now between Master and slave. Trust was important.

His cum slut stood, naked and glistening. Ken took in her body, his eyes raking up and down her from top to toes, with a pit stop at her tits and pussy and smiled at her.

"You are beautiful, cum slut."

She climbed back on the couch, arching her back, her hips thrust forward a bit so she could reach back behind her ass to wrap her slender fingers around his cock. Ken let out a moan as Hannah found his cockhead with her pussy and split herself open with the tip of his meat spear.

"Fuck," Ken grunted as Hannah's pussy caught him in a death grip and pleasure ripped through his body. He kept his breathing steady and let the pleasure wash over him as she worked him deeper inside him, inch by inch and centimeter by centimeter. Her pussy felt exquisite, and she knew how to work it.

He was lost in the moment, enjoying his slut when she put his hands on her hips. Ken met her eyes and smiled, ramming her down onto his cock, slamming her onto his cock, filling her up nice and tight.

That was when Hannah was still for a half second and then started moving and kept moving. She was on the fucking edge Which was just what Ken wanted.

"...Stay pefectly still."

Ken watched as she complied, trying to keep herself from cumming. He waited through her agony and exstacy, enjoying the writihing and whimpering and watching the whole show.

When he was sure she couldn't take it anymore, Ken said the magic word.

"Cum."

His voice was quiet. He worked his pullman muscle at the same time.

He had kept this in reserve, wanting to surprise his new fuck toy. Every day in the shower Ken draped a soaked wash cloth over his cock and worked his pulman to see how long he could keep it up. Recently he had increased his training regimen to two soaked wash clothes. His pulman muscle was very strong.

Working his cock inside her would put significant pressure on Hannah's g-spot and the entire roof of her vagina. It was likely to throw her a bit off balance too, pushing her toward him.

After that he leaned back and watched his cum slut cum. It was sure it was going to be one hell of a show.

He kept his hands on her hips through everything, making sure she didn't go anywhere. She was staying on his cock through her full orgasm and after.

Ken had plans for her.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Really? He wanted her to stay still and sit there as he manipulated himself inside her? Hannah nearly leaped from his lap and would have probably stuck the landing too if he hadn't been holding her hips in place. Her own grip on hips had gotten tighter as well then disappeared completely and had moved to his shoulders.

"What is that? What are you doing to me?" Hannah asked still squirming slightly in his lap. She could feel his cocky smirk aimed at when she looked down between them.

"Cum". That word, he didn't have to say twice. It was the most perfect sound she had ever heard. Instantly the levees that had been holding her "Dam" shut broke and with it what little control she still had left.

Hannah grounded herself to him. She wouldn't raise her hips but there was little to no hope that she was going to be "still" the entire time. Hannah followed the natural motion his cock was prodding her to do and slid her hips forward. When her cum started out as a trickle she forced herself back.

She bit down on her lip, muttering random obscenities while her orgasm took more out of her. "Fuck!" she screamed when she felt her cum seeping out of her and around him. Hannah couldn't understand what was going on. She had never had this kind of orgasm before.

"Ken. I think you broke my pussy." Hannah looked down one more time seeing the cum rush out of her even more rapidly than it was before.

Almost in a panicked like way she reached down between them to feel just how wet of a mess she had created. And, it was certainly a mess and she was still cumming too. Hannah reached around to feel if her girl cum had made it to his balls as well. She held the orbs, softly caressing them as she examined them. They were dripping wet!

Hannah played with them a few seconds longer, loving how they weighted things felt in her hand. Things started to make sense from that point on. She realized that she must have just squirted. Then she smiled grinding her body against his. This time when she went in for a kiss she connected. It was compulsive, hungry and probably made it hard for him to breath honestly. Hannah was still riding his cock though she remained careful not to let him slip out of her.

The friction caused the small puddle of her cum to splash against his chest, her chest, his abs and her abs too. Her thighs were still trembling as she gave in to inhibition. Hannah's hands were all over his body at this point. If Ken had thought he "flipped" a switch in her brain before he might think that she was totally re-wired now. She wanted more cum. She wanted to cum again. She wanted his cum. She could have bathed in it!

When she finally broke their first kiss and came up for air Hannah waited for his rebuttal.

"Punish me if you want for this. I don't regret anything I've done in the last three minutes." Hannah slid her finger around in the sexy mess making a shining outline of perky breasts.

"Now where's your bedroom again?" She rubbed her clit hard one last time making sure that there wasn't a single drop of her sex juice that hadn't made it's way onto his cock. He might have thought that she had forgotten about the camera he sat down earlier and he would have been wrong.

Hannah looked right into the lense giving her ass a loud smack. "And please Master, don't forget to bring that camera." She flashed him a wink and then gave him another kiss.

 

[GuyRP]

She came. Fuck, did she cum! From the amount of pussy juice she had leaked earlier, Ken suspected Hannah was a squirter. It was a nice confirmation. He'd never been with a squirter before, but he had wanted to be since he saw his first squirting video on the internet. The fact that she didn't know made him laugh out loud.

It was a deep, guttural laugh. She told him she thought he broke her pussy. He laughs like Darth-fucking-Vader. Ultimate Dom moment.

She didn't know about the Pullman muscle either. That was the problem with most people. There was so much more fun you could have with sex if you just did some research. He would have to show her again. And again. Maybe put on a little show. Or take her in the shower and show her.

The shower was a good idea. They were both covered in her fuck sauce, and she was still going. And, he hadn't cum yet. And she was likely to cum again a few more times. Yeah, the shower could wait.

There was the hot tub in the back yard. It was only semi-private though. Mary Jane's bedroom window was about the one place that could see the hot tub. Her bedroom was on the second floor and Ken had gone out to use the hot tub many a night in hopes of getting a glimpse of his well-endowed neighbor déshabillée. He got lucky a few times. Either way, it really did help relax sore muscles and martial arts guaranteed sore muscles.

On the other hand, the shower was where he did most of his jerking off. He tended to cum quite a bit, and in the shower there was no need for a handful of paper towels.

She was still coming when she reached between them to, what? feel the spray? Ken didn't know. Ken didn't care. He was watching Hannah's tits jiggle and bounce until she squeezed one of his large, cum-covered balls. He let out a loud growl in a low register and his hips jerked once, bouncing her pretty damn high, before he got everything back under control. She was still cumming, his cock was still rock-hard inside her. He was handling that. When she grabbed his ball it surprised him. If he wasn't careful he would lose control. And Ken wasn't going to lose control.

Then came the kiss. That was awesome. She ground herself against him, their entire bodies pressed together as tightly as their lips. And then she went crazy and started fucking him. Ken got lost in it for a few seconds, enjoying the pleasure. When she broke the kiss there was a moment of fear in her eyes, and then defiance. Ken probably could have said something Master-like in that moment of fear, but it had caught him off guard. He was used to defiance. She asked for punishment, saying whatever he had in mind would be worth it. Then she rubbed her clit hard, demanded to go to the bedroom next, slapped her ass for the camera and kissed him again. Hard.

Ken broke the kiss when her hips started moving again.

"You are an eager little fuck toy, aren't you? Oh yes, there will be punishment. But you haven't earned the bedroom yet."

How the fuck could he clean up his mattress? The couch and rug he could use the steam cleaner on, or better yet, make Hannah do it, naked, while he watched during one of his penis downtimes. Penises had downtimes. It seemed like her vagina didn't.

Ken leaned forward, pressing his chest against hers as he went in for a kiss of his own. One hand moved from her hips to her back and up to her shoulder blades. The other hand moved to her ass, giving her a nice squeeze. He leaned forward even more, jerking his hips a bit, bucking them forward on the couch. Then he broke the kiss.

"Lock your ankles together behind me," He said quickly, kissed her again and stood, holding her against him as he lifted her into the air, his cock still deep inside her. They kissed for a long time, even after Hannah complied. He even let her start fucking a bit, to let her get the feel of the situation and the importance of keeping her ankles locked.

Ken's eyes were open during the kiss, and he took a few steps to position her perfectly, her ass to the camera. The hand on her ass held her tightly against him. His hand on her back came to her front, rubbing and squeezing her cum covered boobs. He wanted to feel them wrapped around his cock, but that would wait. He squeezed and pinched her nipples a bit, never breaking the kiss. His hand moved between her breasts, his palm resting flat against her sternum.

The only warning she got was his other hand tightening his grip on her ass and lower back, pressing her firmly in place.

Ken broke the kiss with one hard push on her chest. Her ankles locked and his hand on her ass kept his slut's legs in place as her torso and arms flipped backwards. Her body was aligned to go this way, and he trusted her cheerleading training would make her limber enough to handle the move.

Suddenly, Hannah found herself hanging upside down with a monster cock buried deep inside her.

"Brace yourself."

Ken waited only a few seconds for her to get the most tenuous of grips and then he started to fuck his slut. One hand moved to her hip, the other to her pussy mound. He quickly had a rythmn, pushing hard into her with his cock, ramming her forward, then pulling all the way back until the crown of the head of his cock was either just inside the entrance, or just outside. As she pushed back against him, he pushed on her clit and pussy mound with his palm, and then rammed into her again. With her bent over backwards the full length of his cock rammed against her g-spot on each stroke and then pressed deep inside, maybe all the way to her cervix.

Ken was finally starting to fuck his cum slut.

All in front of the camera.

 

[Beautiful_Sub]

Tenuous indeed. She couldn't help but thank the many years of cheerleading and gymnastics for her ability to take this. His creativity was something special, showing itself off as he pounded into her over and over again. Hannah found herself wanting him to fuck her harder. Hard enough for her tits to bounce back and hit her in the face if he could. She held on tight, finding his rythym and then matching it to force him deep inside of her as possible.

"What do I have to do to make it into your bed?" She smirked feeling him pick up the pace.

Everytime he thrusted forward, she pushed off her palms. And when his palm went to pressing on her mound, gosh she started to purr so loud. Hannah delighted in the fact that they were the only two there. She could be as loud as she wanted!

The camera being on only amplified her sexual behavior. It was like being a porn star for a day. In the back of her mind, she knew that she would have to get the video from him or at least get him to delete it. Hannah had broken the first rule of sex tapes and that was "Use your own device to tape it".

"Shit! Slow down!" Hannah moaned out as she felt herself starting to loose balance. That tingling feeling she had felt earlier was starting to return. She knew it wouldn't be long before she covered Ken in her cum.

"I'm going to fucking cum!" She screamed out, finishing the rest of that sentence inside her head with the words "and probably bust my ass doing it."

The stronger the urge to cum got the looser her the lock of her ankles got. Her legs started to tremble.

 

[GuyRP]

There is a drive, no, a haze, no, the best term is probably a fugue state. Or altered state of consciousness. Whatever you want to call it, when you're fucking, a hard fuck, a dick in pussy pounding, fuck you raw, kind of fuck, your mental state changes. The adrenaline and testosterone is flowing and everything else sort of fades away. It just isn't important. All you can think about is fucking. Getting your rocks off. Cumming.

That's where Ken was right now. Pounding away, hard and fast. He set up his rythmn, got everything working just the way he wanted it and then put the pedal to the metal, opened up the throttle and gave it hell.

He heard the fuck toy say something about the bedroom. Didn't matter, fucking. He heard her purr and shout and scream. Didn't matter, fucking. He heard her say slow down as he kept going harder and faster, harder and faster. Didn't matter, fucking. He heard her say she was going to cum. Good for her, didn't matter, fucking.

Ding! A little alarm went off in his head. A Master alarm. She had been told to tell him before she came. And she did. Ken put a little mark on the mental chalk board in the Good Girl column. Back to fucking.

Then came the leg trembles. That got through the haze. Adrenaline speeds up your thought processes. If your not used to it you go into a panic and fuck things up worse than they were before. Ken was a state champion in judo in karate. He fought for fun. He was used to adrenaline. When his thought processes sped up the rest of the world seemed to slow down, effectively giving him more time to think about things. It was a different, but related, altered state of consciousness.

On the next backswing he didn't just bring his hips backwards, he lowered them, bending at the knee and keeping his back straight. His hands flew from her hip and mound to their earlier position under her ass and shoulder blades. The hand under her ass would easily support Hannah's small frame and act as a fulcrum as his hand on her shoulder blades pulled her toward him, swinging her up from horizontal to vertical.

Ken didn't break rhythm. The next thrust was on time, but now he was thrusting vertically, bouncing her on his cock, letting gravity do some of the work. On the next pull back, when he was sure she had her balance, his hand left her shoulders, snaked down, under her thigh and lifted, breaking her ankle lock. That hand cupped her ass as hi thrust up. The hand that was originally on her ass did the same move with the other thigh on the next downswing.

She went from being an arch with her hands on the ground with her ankles locked behind him that he was pounding down into, to having her thighs on his biceps, her ass in his hands, her legs wide open, her breasts in his face, and getting bounced in the air, all inside of three thrusts.

Ken didn't care how impressive that was, or the coordination it took.

Didn't matter, fucking.