The Collar 8 - Sex Stories

The Collar 8

Jenny took him home and opened the front door without knocking. “Hi, Jenny.” said her sister brightly. “Who's this?”

“This is my friend Mr. Miller.” she said. “Maria, this is Brian. He wants to be friends with you, as well as me.”

Maria looked at him skeptically. “You want to be my friend? Why?”

“Because I'm already friends with your sister, and she told me that you're prettier than her, so of course I wanted to meet you.” he told her.

“Is it true? Am I prettier than she is?” she asked, biting her lip and looking nervous.

“Your face is.” he told her, and she looked a little relieved. “The rest of you? I don't know yet.”

“What does that mean?” she asked, puzzled.

“It means he wants to see your body, Maria.”Jenny told her little sister, smiling. “You've never had anyone tell you that before, have you?”

“Not in words, no.” she replied. “But every guy at the basketball games I've cheered at? Every single guy there has taken off my cheer outfit with their eyes!”

“Nobody has ever seen you with their ACTUAL eyes?” Brian asked frankly. Maria shook her head.

“Not yet.” she said. “I actually kinda shy, especially about my breasts. They're too small.”

“I doubt it.” he replied. “I actually prefer them on the smaller side.”

“Really?” Maria said, preening subconsciously. “Like Jenny's?”

“Not sure.” he said. “She hasn't shown them to me. Will you show me yours?”

“I shouldn't.” Maria replied, looking down. “Who knows where things might go from ...

... there.”

“Things don't HAVE to go anywhere.” he told her. “Unless, of course, you WANT them to.”

“Maybe I do?” she said, biting her lip nervously. “If you TELL me to s-strip I will.”

“Why?” he asked, his voice curious. “Why would you do something so extreme?”

“I don't know.” she answered. “Doing what you say makes me feel... nice.”

“I haven't told you to do anything yet.” he pointed out.

“Do it!” she said, begging, almost. “Tell me to do something nasty! Tell me to do something wrong, something I'm not supposed to do. The more wrong it is; the better it will feel, I just know it!”

“No.” he said simply. Instead, he looked at Jenny, her sister. “Take off all your clothes, right here, in front of me and your sister, both!”

“Oh!” Jenny murmured. She smiled as she began unbuttoning her blouse. “I know what she means! It feels nice to do what you say, and it feels even better when it's wrong!”

Her blouse was now off; her slacks were next. She sat there in her bra and panties and looked at him expectantly.

He kept his silence and looked at Maria instead. “Now you.”

“Yes sir.” she said, smiling exactly the same smile as her sister.

“Don't stop at your underwear, either. I want you all the way naked, and don't try to hide behind your hands, either. Display your whole body to me. I want to see your nipples and you will open your legs, raising your knees and opening them up wide. I want to know ALL your secrets, Maria. Tell me how you feel while you're doing ...