The Collar 8 - Sex Stories

The Collar 8

... it, too. Use very de***********ive words, too. I want to know everything about you.”

Maria shivered slightly and a flash of pain flickered over her face, then it passed as she pulled her t-shirt off and removed her jeans.

“Did something hurt you, Maria” Brian asked her “I saw it on your face.”

“Yes.” she said. “I tried to not do it for a moment but I got a flash of pain for half a second, like a headache, but it disappeared the instant I began to obey.”

“The answer is simple, then.” he said. “Don't even think about disobeying me, ever again.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed eagerly. “In fact, the opposite is true. Obeying your nasty orders feels really good!” She looked at him, almost eagerly. “Tell me to do something else!”

“Okay.” he said. “You'll like this one, I promise. Get on your hands and knees, then take Jenny's panties off and kiss her lower belly, just below her belly button.”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, moving into position. “You want me to... to kiss her?”

“Yes.” he replied, with a naughty smile that sparkled in his eyes. “You'll be starting with kissing her belly, but very soon, you'll be moving your kisses... south.”

“Sir?” she asked, her voice quavering. “You're going to make me...” Her voice trailed away to nothing.

“No, I'm not going to MAKE you do anything, Maria.” he said. “I'm just ASKING you to kiss your sister. Between her legs. You don't HAVE to do it, you know.”

“Then why do I feel so compelled?” she asked. “Why do I have to do what you ...

... ask?”

“Because you want to feel... good, right? You want to feel horny.” he said.

“Horny?” Maria asked, her voice quavering. “Is that what I'm feeling?”

“Yes, it is exactly what you're feeling.” he told her. “It's just what I want you to feel, too. A girl SHOULD feel horny before her first fuck, don't you think?”

“My first... my first fuck?” she asked, a little curious and more than a little apprehensive. “Sir, I've never done it before! I'm not sure...”

“I know full well that you're a virgin. I'm here to help with that.” he said, smiling.

She paled. “What if I want to stay a virgin?” she said. “I've had a dream of giving it to my husband on our wedding night.”

“And you think that's a realistic dream?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. Her face fell as she realized the import of his words.

“I was hoping...” she said, her voice sounding faint.

“Well, one is ALLOWED to hope, yes?” he said. “I, however, have a very different hope.”

“And that is?” she asked. He smiled in response, but didn't utter a word.

“You want it for yourself?” she asked, her voice scoffing. “As if I'll let YOU fuck me, the very first man to ever ask!”

He smiled once more, gently. “I'm not asking, my dear girl. I'm TELLING you to fuck me.”

“I... you... You want ME to fuck YOU?” she said, astounded. “What makes you think I'd even do that?”

“Because it feels good to do what I tell you to do.” he said, his smile turning into a smirk. “Doesn't it?”

“It does, but I ...