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Eddie's Awakening by scottie
Eddie's Awakening
Eddie tried not to look stupid when Stacy walked up to him at the fraternity dance and introduced herself; the eyes of all the college jocks watching him jealously from every corner of the Alpha Omega recreation room. Luckily, the music for the party made it hard to hear anyone unless you got close enough to touch them, which afforded him some privacy from his brother's fraternity friends.
Eddie wasn't even a member, he had only been invited by his older brother as an afterthought. A shy freshman art student, Eddie had spent most of the party wishing he hadn't tagged along. Now he felt himself panicking under so much scrutiny and began thinking of ways to save his neck and find a casual way to excuse himself. But Stacy, a senior bombshell his brother and almost every senior guy chased after, only to label her a cock teaser when she inevitably turned them down, seemed to want more than directions to the bathroom.
"So you're Steve's brother right?" she said, in a voice Eddie found hypnotic.
"Yeah, I'm just here as a guest. Steve brought me here, he thought I needed more of a social life than sketching models," Eddie managed to say with a hint of wit and a smile, although he was sure his body language probably exposed him for the nervous wreck he was.
Smiling conspiratorially, she said, "I don't usually come to these events either, but a friend of mine insisted as well."
Unable to think of anything more to say, Eddie just nodded and tried to act cool.
"Say, I'd like to pose for one of your sketches some time, if that's alright," she said with a wink. "I've seen your work down at the art center, you've really got an eye for the female form."
Eddie couldn't believe his good fortune. Here was the most sought after girl in college flirting with him and asking him if she could model for him.
He tried to think up a witty response, but all that came out was, "Sure."
He continued to smile and nod like an idiot as she proceeded to write down her phone number and hand it to him, smiling once more before rejoining the crowd.
* * * * *
A week later Eddie got up the courage to call her and see if she was still interested in modeling, to which she responded by giving him a date. She confirmed that she was only interested in modeling for him in private, not his entire art class, and only with her choice of clothing. Eddie found himself agreeing with a kind of automatic eagerness over the phone that replaced his usual, and he wandering where it would lead him.
The first session proved nerve wracking for Eddie, but she was apparently pleased enough with his work that she offered to pay for several more sessions, Eddie accepted, but he knew he would have done it for free.
By the time the fourth session rolled around, Eddie found himself opening up to her a little, suggesting new positions for her to pose in and different lighting, but carefully avoiding anything of a sexual nature. That was an issue he was content to avoid for now. It was on only the fifth session, though, that she took matters into her own hands.
Eddie had stared wide eyed when she walked out of the dressing room wearing nothing but a bathrobe, proceeded to stretch out on the couch he had chosen for her to recline in, and untied the robe's front, letting it open up enough to reveal the swell of her firm breasts.
Making no suggestions that time, Eddie sat down to sketch, remaining quiet for the rest of the session. When he told her he was finished she simply retied the robe, complimented his work, and set another session date.
The next three sessions were similar, with Stacy assuming more erotic stances and revealing more flesh in different areas, but Eddie remained quiet and uncomfortable. At the end of the ninth session she finally bared her entire chest, holding her breasts in her hands while arching her back on the couch. Eddie remained as quiet as ever, but she seemed to watch him for a reaction the whole time.
"Eddie? Do you find my body attractive?" she said innocently after the session had ended and she had examined his work to her satisfaction.
"Yes. I mean, what guy wouldn't," he said, smiling and trying to appear as nonchalant as possible, his eyes finding their own way down to her now covered chest, then flashing guiltily back to her face, then to everything in the room but her.
Grinning to herself when he looked away, somewhat enjoying torturing the shy boy, she said, "Good, cause I'd like to let you do more than draw it Eddie."
Stacy watched him squirm for a moment, then she said, "We'll meet here again tomorrow at the same time, I expect you to be here."
Eddie nodded his head, he could feel his face was burning, but another part of his body was expressing its own opinion of the matter and he found himself anticipating their next session.
* * * * *
Every session after that was more of a study of blatant eroticism than the last. She never bared her waist, but her positions, and, he was sure of it now, her teasing, increased noticeably in their sexual potency. Afterwards she always made demands of him, telling him when their next session would be and practically forcing him to complement her body. She rewarded his compliments with a kiss on the mouth, and by the time their sixteenth session came around Eddie found himself becoming comfortable about complimenting her body and her kisses seemed to increase by way of gratitude. She seemed to need someone to constantly watch her and express their desire for her.
It wasn't long before he found his dreams filled with her writhing body and even saw her naughty smile in his daydreams. He began looking for ways to please her in the hopes she would do more than kiss him. He became frustrated though when his efforts seemed to lead nowhere. Then, when he tried to kiss her on his own she slapped him hard across the face and laughed at his shocked expression. Afterwards she had kissed him harder than ever before and ran her hands over the front of his pants, making him forget his pride. Later, when, frustrated again, he tried to return her petting, she had slapped again and kissed him until he relaxed, his eyes and body forgiving her willingly.
He felt like he should say something about her slapping him, but his mind was in too much turmoil and he wanted her so bad. Two sessions later she had made a point of telling him how thankful he should be when she forgave his "intrusions," and how he should say so. His mind confused but his body eager for her attentions, he found himself saying thank you after each kiss and complementing her body just to see her smile. Once she slapped him without cause, and he had struggled to find words of protest, but she had stopped him by kissing him to distraction. Being confused around her began to seem normal to him after a while. So much so that he began to let her get away with more and more.
Finally, when he asked if they could have sex, she had said she didn't think he was ready and would consider it only after he had proven he deserved it. This hurt and depressed him like nothing he had ever felt before. So hungry was he for her, that he began to blame himself for her disapproval. He had fallen short of her expectations, just like he had for every girl he had ever dated.
Later, obsessed with the feel of her body, which she had begun letting him caress at her instruction. When he asked what he had to do to deserve her, she had replied simply, "You most worship my body with your actions and do exactly as I ask of you." Once again he felt his anger rise only to dissipate in the passion of her lips and caressing hands. Some time passed before he became desperate enough to think of pledging this, during which she refused to touch him or be touched, but with her body before him everyday to desire with his eyes and trace with his sketches, he found his will power fading. He had come this far, the thought of turning back now hardly even occurred to him. So finally, during a fit of passion, he pledged to do whatever she asked so he could have her.
Immediately she became more commanding. She began making him kneel, kiss her shoes, and affirm her power over him by voicing his submission in humiliating and degrading terms. She inspired him with more petting and kissing when he began to doubt and he even found himself taking pleasure in his own humiliation, for that was when she turned the most passionate.
At first he told himself they were just playing, but it continued with no end in sight for some time. By then he felt ached for her and began putting real passion into his devotion, which she seemed to respond to favorably.
When he did well she allowed him to fondle her breasts and played with his cock 'til he came. When he displeased her she spanked him and only let him kiss each breast once. These new attentions fired his hope, but weeks passed and she showed no sign of going any further. Then finally, just when he was ready to give up on his dream and continue down this path humiliation if it meant just being with her, the day came when she showed him she was ready.
"Eddie my pet, undress for your Mistress," she said in the commanding tone he had come to respect.
Thinking she was going to play with his cock again he did so gladly and without delay. Then he noticed that she had undressed as well and before him was exposed her shaven snatch.
"Mmmmmmmm, isn't it gorgeous my pet?" she said as she spread the lips open with two fingers and her hips squirmed erotically.
"Yes Mistress," Eddie said, feeling himself growing hard.
He had never seen her act so wantonly sexual as this for some time, she had remained aloof and teasing even when he touched her. In the deep recesses of his mind he hoped this was it. "Mistress needs her baby's cock inside her," she said with all apparent seriousness. "Beg to fill my pussy with your hard dick," she demanded with a hint of the firmness she usually spoke with, a voice that said it's possessor would not be denied.
"Please Mistress," he breathed, "let me fuck your pussy with my cock."
Smiling, she said, "Good boy, Mistress will let you fuck her, come closer."
Eddie walked over to her where she reclined on the couch, her legs spread wide and invitingly. Holding his rigid member in his hand he stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on her treasure.
"Rest the head of your prick against my pussy slave, but do not enter yet," she commanded.
Eddie had never heard her use the word slave before, but it hardly even registered, so intent was he upon staring at her pussy.
"You want to slip it in don't you my pet. Tell me how badly you want it."
Eddie watched her breath make her chest rise into the air, the nipples on her heaving breasts erect. He had never seen her so excited, and it was catching, he felt his cock grow another inch to its full length as he watched her, the tip of his cock rubbing against her pussy lips, ready to penetrate her.
"I want it badly Mistress, I need it," he said through his ragged breath.
"Then slid it in slave, slowly."
Eddie followed her commands, walking his cock into her, first the rim at the base of its head slipping into her, then his balls resting against the groove of her ass. It was torture not to thrust and make friction inside her, but she had not told him to, and he didn't want to displease her now.
"Now fuck me my pet, cum inside your Mistress," she said in a hot demanding tone.
Eddie felt ecstasy at that moment, his cock sliding in and out of her like a piston, her pussy so wet the motion was effortless, but so intense was the pleasure it shot like fire through his groin, up his back to the base of his skull. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as she grabbed his hands and placed one on each breast, squeezing them into her flesh as the tempo of his thrusts increased.
"Fuck me slut!" she roared, thrusting her own hips forward to meet his.
Eddie slammed into her even harder, he could hear her pussy making wet sucking sounds at his cock between the sound of his balls slapping her ass, the pounding of his heart in his ears, and the their hot gasps for air between thrusts.
He realized he felt a kind of completeness he had never imagined before, Stacy had taken control and relieved all the pressure of his worries, he felt safe and content in her command, he began to need to feel her control him, to feel her will guiding him and molding him for her pleasure, fore in her pleasure he found his own, a deep well that thrummed with her being and was amplified by his surrender.
"Harder my slut pet, fill Mistress with your cum!" she cried.
Eddie felt his body responding as her pleasure guided his mind in spiritual union. He could hear her gasping almost painfully as he reached new depths inside her, but her hip ground into him with animal passion, wanting more, striving to make as much friction with her pussy against his cock as she could. Suddenly, Eddie felt his balls constrict and that thrumming sensation he had felt before traveled up his cock to its tip, opening the slit there and spraying a load of hot jism deep inside her as he thrust into her as hard as he could.
"FUCK ME SLUT, AHHHHHHHHH, FUCK ME, UNHHHHHHH!!!" she moaned as a climax sent her flying, her clutching hands making his press deeper into the flesh of her breasts as her pussy clutched at his cock, sucking at its tip for every last drop sperm.
Eddie bucked against her in short hard thrusts as the last of his sperm was freed from his cock. Then he slowed to a stop, their beating hearts and gasping breaths the only motion that remained as they let the waves of pleasure dying inside them slowly recede. Eddie left his cock inside her and watched her, his eyes taking in every sigh that passed through her and stared mesmerized in the growing silence as her eyes opened to take in his gaze. Smiling at the depth of his attention and the worshipping of his eyes, she seemed to come to some important decision. Eddie watched and waited, knowing that something deep was about to pass between them.
Leaving his cock inside her, she ran her hands up his smooth chest and said with the gentleness of a cooing dove, "Yes Eddie, you're mine now, to do with as I please. You're my slave Eddie, and your sole desire is to fuck and please me in whatever capacity you may for as long as you live. You know this, I know this, don't deny it." Eddie took in her words and ran over them in his mind, finding them to be both true and desirable. Leaning forward, he answered her with a kiss.
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