You Little Thief (closed to Yipi)

That was a tough question. Had the orgasm felt nice? Yes. Had oral sex felt nice? Yes. Had she wanted him to do it? No. Meera gave a nervous shrug, nodding a little since she knew it's what he'd want to hear.
 
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He watched her as she just shrugged her shoulders....

"You inconsiderate selfish little bitch" he stated in a calm yet angry manner.

He reached for her hair as her lips closed just in front of his cock with both hands as he grabbed her hair.

"Fucking open your mouth you thief..... "

As she inhaled nervously, her lips opened enough for him to push his cock against her lips, and using his hands forced her mouth over his shaft as she gagged.

HE started to thrust with his pelvis as well as he leant forward slightly in the chair his hands holding onto her head, hair tightly.

He was going to cum in her mouth and on her face....
 
Meera gagged as he pushed his cock into her mouth, eyes going wide and scared as she struggled a bit.

His hands had her long dark hair in such a grasp though she couldn't get free. Then he was moving forward in the chair and forcing more down, thrusting his thick shaft. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat and grunted as she gagged.

She was trapped, held tight, Dressed like a wore and being used like one too.
 
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Adrian grunted as he started to thrust, exhaling deeply each time his glans pressed into the back of her throat.

"Bout fucking time you whore....." he said generally as his hands grasped her long jet back silky hair.

He continuted to thrust, occasioanlly slowly tenderly, but most of the time he was fast, powerful and definaely the one in control.
 
Meera gagged as he thrust more and more, drooling excessively around his cock as he pressed and thrust into her throat. Her eyes bugged as she felt sick, holding back as best she could in terror. His thrusts and how he dragged her head back and forth had her swallowing more and more, her body sucking on his cock by instinct and self preservation.
 
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Adrian grined as he felt Meera respond, at least in part by sucking his cock, though he was oblivious as to why she was responding..

"Fuck that's good Meera you little common thief....."

He eased his hold on her face, one hand even starting to caress her cheek again, but his right hand was still in control.

He was starting to release copious amounts of precum, as his eyes closed, and remembering how Meera tasted, how she responded to his oral techniques....
 
Meera gagged as he leaked heavily into her mouth, tugging and whimpering at his hold as she tried to wriggle free. His hand made her flinch as she fought her gagging, unable to succeed. His cock wasn't fully in and she leaked drool and his precome out her mouth, opening it to allow herself some freedom, eyes wet as she pleaded silently as he held her in place.
 
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He saw her eyes and that look of total pleading...

He was close to cuming, for various reasons, stress, age and most importantly the events of that morning, teasing Meera, and making her cum...

He decided to loose self control, and after a couple more minutes his back tensed, as he froze momentarily before he gasped, and cried out, releasing his first eruption of hot sticky cum inside her mouth, he came again and again releasing for or five large spurts in total, before he released his grip on her head, sighing with total pleasure...

"Fuck Meera that was good......"

He looked at her, her face, chin covered in cum as his later spurts came over her face...
 
Meera gagged as he pulled her head forward as he tensed, her face forced forward to meet his thrusting cock. Her nose was barely an inch from his groin, his cock bulging and pressing into her throat. Then he was coming, thick and sticky in her, making the young girl sputter droll and cum as her body was forced to swallow some. The last few splashes he'd removed himself finally, only to coat her chin and lips, filling her gasping mouth with more. Some had even splattered on her tits in that little lacy bralette and on her dark thick hair.
 
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He sat there in his arm chair some what spent. He had not come that explosively for a while. He looked at her and smiled with a smile that indicates satisfaction. He was satisfied at several laters, that he had pleasured her, seen her close up, tasted her, and that she had of sorts given him a blow job, though she needed practice.

But also he had orgasmed in her mouth and over her face.

She knelt pulling faces, as his cum dribbled down her chin. Reaching out, he picked a glob up on his finger and licked it, before he stood up and opened a draw, retrieving afresh clean towel, his cum dribbling from his glans.

"Here gorgeous, go and freshen up, you will find as you probably saw earlier a new toothbrush, that is yours...."

He stood close to her, towering over her as he offered her a hand to help her stand....
 
Meera was still shaking from when he'd used his finger to scoop some of the sticky release off, her dark eyes watching as he retrieved a towel. He'd gotten her a toothbrush because this would be something regularly expected. This was her life now.

Meera hesitantly took the hand, woobly kneed as she stood up on her legs for the first time in over an hour.
 
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As she took his hand, he smiled.

"Up you come..."

As he pulled her, his other hand pulled her in close into an embrace, not necessary a sexual embrace, but their bodies became very close, his bare sides touching her exposed skin.

He moved his hand from her waist down to her bum cheek and gave it a soft caress...

"Go, you will want that shower."
 
Meera didn't waste time when he said go, she could still feel his skin against hers from that little embrace and his hand caressing her ample cheek. She took the towel and hurried to the bathroom desperate to shower. Her face and hair felt messy, and she felt dirty.

The shower was huge. She knew he'd coverted a bedroom to have a huge bathroom. The massive shower, soaker tub, everything was lovely and bright. She turned the shower of nice and hot, figuring the hot water would help male her feel less like a dirty slut.
 
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As she walked into the shower, he followed her a minute or two later. As he entered the bathroom, it was starting to fill with steam, as he walked into the other entrance of the wet-room, and turned on the powerful body jets as he looked at her nude..

He saw what could only be a complete look of shock and horror on her face as he started to rinse his own body, facing her, his now small flacid cock bouncing up and down as he moved, rinsing himself before he reached for the sponge..

"Want me to scrub your back?" he offered, half serious half teasing...
 
Meera squeaked as the jets turned on, utterly surprised and horrified as he got into the wetroom. She shouldn't have been, he seemed to enjoy shocking and torturing her. She hadn't wished to use his sponge so she'd applied soap to her hands, scrubbing at her face first to remove his cum.

"No, I am good thank you." She replied meekly, hesitantly watching him. At least the shower was big.
 
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He chuckled to himself as Meera refused his offer. He had had his fun that morning, and well was time to give the girl a break. Besides, he had another month or so of teasing, torturing his little common thief.

He turned and walked out fo the wet room, and picked up his large bathing towel and started to dry himself as he headed to his bedroom. Dried, he donned a pair of shorts and a top, and headed back to his office.

He heard Meera head to the spare room to change he assumed, and it wasn't long before eh heard the front door close behind her.
 
Meera had been relieved when he didn't touch her. She'd dressed quickly after toweling off, eager to get home to her own shower. Even 'clean' she smelled like his soap now. She'd have to hope her father wasn't home or she'd need to come up with a lie as to why she had needed a shower. The relief she felt when she'd been able to dress in her own clothes had been astounding, and she'd slunk out of his house as fast as she could.
 
Monday afternoon...

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Adrian watched Meera leave the building as she walked down the path onto the road. He smiled as his vague plan seemed to be working. He reached for his phone as she continued walking and sent her a text.

"Can you please come round tomorrow when convenient Meera. I assume you wish to keep your thieving exploits well a secret?"

He pressed send and continued to watch her.
 
Meera froze as her phone chimed. Something told her it want good, and when she saw his message she was right. An extra day she had to see him?

Yes, I do. I will be by after classes.

What choice did she have? She'd have to come up with a lie to tell her father as to why she wouldn't be home.
 
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Adrian was in the kitchen when his phone vibrated on the table.

He picked it up and swiped the screen, and saw Meera's reply.

"Yes, I do. I will be by after classes."

His reply was simple. "Good pet, see you then in a dress."
 
Meera didn't own many dresses besides her traditional ones she wore to family events. She had a simply black one that could work though, modest and below the knee, that if she wore a cardigan over she'd be somewhat comfortable wearing to class.

She showered three times when she got home until she no longer could smell him on her, until she finally felt clean. Her sleep was in fits as she worried what tomorrow would bring.
 
Tuesday Afternoon

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That Tuesday, Adrian was busy in the morning, to allow him time in the afternoon for his plan. ARound 5, a some what submissive fuck body arrived, aware of what Adrian wanted her to asssit him with.

She was rather open minded, called herself a pansexual, and so was game for a laugh. She also knew that if Adrian was pleased with her, she would be rewarded with vouchers for her favourite store.

She went to the spare bedroom and changed into a under-bust corset.

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Then she headed to MAster's bedroom and waited.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps up the stairs and the sound of Master approaching, in his silk kimono. As the door opened, she assumed her kneeling position infront of his arm chair and smiled.

"Hi Meera. I'm Violett."

Violett was no stunner but she was rather attractive in a subtle girl next door look. Her well defined 32D breasts were hanging over the satin silk corset, her nipples were clearly erect.

"I gather Master isn't happy with your oral skills Meera?" she stated smiling softly. "We can't have him being unhappy now can we?" giggling as she spoke. Her hair was a darky mousy blond, shoulder length in length.
 
Meera had arrived full of reluctance and fear, following his instructions and heading up stairs. Hewas wearing that robe again and she ffeared what he make her do today. Only to enter his bedroom and find a plainly pretty woman, bare breasted over the corset, wearing a thong and high boots.

Meera stared in shock, stunned. This new person was here, and knew about yesterday? Her face burned red as her lips, wide eyed. "Hi.." She said almost unconsciously, too well mannered to not say something but at an utter loss.
 
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Adrian walked in, following Meera, knowing Violett would be kneeling before his chair. He casually sat down on the chair and outstretched his legs.

"I'd love a drink, red, white or Rose Ladies?" his voice was soft slightly quiet yet some how compelling.

"Something chilled please?" suggested Violett.

His eyes met Meera's.

"What would you like?"

He reached out and started to caress Violett, stroking her as if she was a pet.
 
Meera watched the pair with apprehension, looking at one then the next. It was all very confusing. This strange woman here seemed to like how he was treating her...

"I...I don't usually drink.." Meera said shyly. She didn't, her father didn't keep liquor in the house and she didn't exactly go out and party. The one time she'd drank had been the night she'd had sec the one and only time with her first boyfriend.
 
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