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The girl was slowly learning. Alex had another opportunity to escape or to simply bring her right arm back into a much more comfortable position, yet she did not try. She knew that would have been unwise. Therese knew that Alex was now open to her influence, she may have surrendered her body for now, but it will take some time for her to submit willingly to her. The teen had no clue just how much Therese planned to control her life. If she thought she was merely to be a play thing a few times a week for the older woman, then Alex was in for quite a surprise. The blonde enjoyed tasting those soft lips as she dominated Alex in her embrace. The teen did not resist as violently as she did in the beginning, but she clearly was not willing to accept even this gentler approach. The young beauty simply turned her head in order to protect her lips, instead resting against Therese's shoulder, denying the woman her pleasure. "Now now, Alex dear..." Therese gently brought Alex's chin back till they were face to face once more. "I already gave you a taste of pleasure. It is only fair that you return the favor."

Therese brought herself up, giving the teen beneath her a clear view of her. The woman was still on top of Alex, thus making an escape a possible but unlikely opportunity. Therese smiled as she slowly slid the shiny red strap of her dresses shoulder off, allowing her right breast to be exposed. Therese may not have been as young as the women she laid with, but even the most stunning twenty year olds would be jealous at how youthful her body looked. Were it not for a few features on Therese's face, one would not be able to tell she was in her forties. Her breasts were full and soft, not so large as to be her most noticeable feature but enough to impress any that admired women's forms. The woman's nipple was already hard as she brought her fingers to it to rub and squeeze it as she stared down at Alex with hungry eyes.

Therese leaned in toward the teen, making sure to keep Alex's face steady for what was about to come. Alex soon found her cheek pressed against the older woman's breast as she urged her to do what she no doubt wanted. "Go on..." She breathed in a haughty voice. "A special treat for a good girl in order."

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Alex was slowly getting there with this woman, it was taking time and effort but she was doing her best to get used to it. She had become aware of the fact that she had got an opportunity to escape but she thought it might fare her best if she behaved for now... after all she needed her mother to have this money off. She was not yet completely willing but she was trying, she wanted to behave at least a little. She was hesitant still, and after a short time she bought her hand back around to her front, bringing it to rest on her new friends arm. She slowly broke the kiss, needing a moment to be even closer to the woman without kissing just so she could... feel close. She wasn't denying her lips, she was just trying to get used to being this close to the woman instead. She didn't realize that her actions had denied the woman anything, she had just been trying to get used to the woman again.

"H-Huh?" She asked softly, her head easily coming back to face the woman. "I know... I just... I want to..." She cut herself off and stayed quiet as she knew Therese didn't really want to know what she was trying to do she just wanted to have a compliant girl.

As the woman came to kneel over her she bit her lip, clearly she wasn't sure about this but she knew not to as she had been burnt by that before. She knew it was silly to fight the woman. She did however want to avert her eyes, clearly this was a lot to push in one night but the woman was still pushing her anyway. She sighed as she looked at the woman removing her dress, clearly she was unsure. She was jealous and attracted to the woman but this was a hell of a lot to expected of the girl. She was surprised when she saw the woman's amazing breasts and she hesitated as she was unsure what it was that was going to be expected of her this time. It soon became clear to her what was expected of her though, and she couldn't escape it anyway.

As she saw the woman leaning in she tried to lean back, trying to escape but knowing she couldn't at the same time. Soon enough she had a soft breast pressed to her face though and she was urged to do exactly what she denied herself. In fact she was sure how she wanted it as well. She quickly pushed herself up and rolled them over, making sure they stayed on the sofa just with her on top. Her eyes twinkled a little bit with mirth, before her lips softly closed on the woman's nipple, teasing it gently, whilst being perched over one of Therese's leg.

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The older blonde allowed Alex to move her, somehow knowing she mearly wanted a more comfortable position for what they were about to do. Therese watched as the teen embrace her breast and suckle at her like a newborn babe. Therese closed her eyes and gave a haughty sigh as she let the sensation send a hot wave through her body. Alex's lips on her hard erect nipple making her feel like melting chocolate. As Alex was now the one leaning in, Therese brushed some of her chestnut brown hair out of her face so she can see her clearly as she pleasured her. Therese could already feel the warm tingling sensation beginning to build in her breast and she knew the girl would be rewarded soon. "Mmmmmm... ah... yes Alex..." She moaned caressing her cheek with her hand as she tucked her hair behind Alex's ear. Therese again closed her eyes and tilted her head back feeling it start to come.

The stimulation caused Alex to suddenly taste something familiar and rich as she suckled Therese. It was subtle at first, but soon there was no mistaking it. Therese's face flushed red as she smiled down at the teen at her breast. "Don't waste a single drop dear..." She almost pleaded. Alex could see Therese's other breast began to produce as well, her nipple dripping with rich breast milk. Therese held Alex's head, tightly not so much as to give discomfort but enough to let her know she did not want her to stop anytime soon. Therese's other hand stopped stroking Alex's cheek and instead began to stimulate her unoccupied nipple, rubbing and pinching it causing her to gasp. "It's okay to be rough..." She cooed. "I don't mind a little teeth...!"

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Alex didn't think that the blonde would allow her to move her so when she found that they were in a more comfortable position she was mildly surprised, and it took a moment for her to settle in to suckle like the woman expected. She closed her eyes once she was in position though and just suckled gently, not knowing what made this so important for the woman and yet knowing she had to do it. She was surprised to feel a hand suddenly moving her hair and for a moment she flinched back, hesitant and scared, though she soon relaxed in to her suckling once more as she found this to be an almost soothing act. She had no idea what was coming though, but she did seem to begin to relax as the hand caressed her cheek and kept her hair out the way. Why was she letting her guard down?

The sudden taste of something vaguely familiar had Alex almost moving away, had it not been for the hand on her hair stopping her from doing so. She knew what it was, there was no way it couldn't be but at the same time she didn't want it to be that as it meant she had to be there longer. Hearing the plea made her nervous but she did as she was asked, continuing to suckle as she let her body relax further in to the woman's without noticing. She tried to gently shake the hold of her head off, it was making her nervous and scared, and soon enough she could see the woman playing with her other nipple as well.

On command Alex seemed to almost bite down on the woman's nipple in an almost punishing manner, before she let up and suckled harder.

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Therese let out a surprised gasp "Oh god!" and a quite chuckled from Alex's use of teeth as a wave of pain and pleasure mixed together making her head swim. After the initial bite, Therese gave a throaty moan feeling the teen suckle more aggressively making her get closer to the edge and thus produce more milk. The older woman took in the sight of this beautiful girl at her breast, and imagined for a moment that Alex truly was her daughter. She could almost see her entire childhood flash before her eyes. Raising Alex from cradle to child, brushing her pretty brown hair in front of the mirror, cooking her her favorite meal on Christmas day, taking her to the funfair and riding the carousel, it was a beautiful dream. Therese suddenly was shaken from her little fantasy and only saw the poor girl that was forced to do these acts with her. But from the way Alex was suckling it gave her hope that she would be more than willing soon enough. She had let her assume the top position and knew in that moment that Alex was now staying out of a strange curiosity of this. That was all she needed.

The extra fluid must have given Alex a fair bit to drink as Therese felt a trickle leak from the side of the teen's mouth and run down her chin. The blonde's nipples were so sensitive right now that she almost needed a break from the amazing job Alex was doing. She gently lifted Alex's head to have her stop for the moment and kissed her, the taste of her own milk on her lips driving her wild. She broke the kiss and brushed the bit of breasts milk from Alex's chin with her finger and smiled as she panted. "Words cannot describe how incredible you make me feel Alex" She said trying to appeal to her ego. "I nearly climaxed just from those lips on me. But I now need to feel more than your lips dear..."

Therese pulled aside the slit in her red dress, allowing what was aching to be free exposed finally. Therese was sure Alex would not run away, but was not sure if she would go through with this no matter how much she poured honeyed words into her ears. There it was standing erect between the two of them. Therese's male organ there for Alex to see. If she took the time to inspect it, she would indeed find that it was not a trick nor merely a toy. It was flesh and blood and hers, just below the shaft was her womanhood showing Therese was in fact a woman. But a woman that possessed an extra sex. "Have you been with a boy your age?" She asked curiously. "Have you made love before Alex? Don't be afraid, I am quite experienced and would be gentle with you. I will make sure you are satisfied."

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Some part of Alex wanted to punish this woman for putting her in a situation where she was increasingly uncomfortable and that hurt her feelings, but she was not willing to do anything that could damage the agreement that Therese had made. So she was careful to pull back before she could do true hurt and instead suckled harder wanting the woman to feel pain and yet know that it was what she had asked for. She was surprised when the milk came faster and she worked hard to keep swallowing, having no idea what the woman was fantasizing about in those moments. She had been happy with her mother growing up, sure they never really had enough money to go out and do the activities kids did with their parents but she knew her mother did her best for her. But in many ways she wished for the fantasy Therese had, where she didn't have to focus on her mother's happiness constantly. She was hoping this would be over soon, she was tired and she still had to drive home but she knew Therese wouldn't make it that easy on her... this woman was forcing her to be here.

Clearly Alex hadn't expected the extra milk that quickly invaded her mouth, and she felt it dribbling past the seal she had tried to create on the woman's breast and instead ran down her chin. She did however seem adamant she wasn't moving from here, as she knew what was expected of her next. She let the woman lift her head and timid eyes met the woman's, clearly she was very uncertain and scared of the woman. She was surprised by the kiss but she allowed it, and despite her better nature the moment that the kiss broke and the compliment was issued she seemed to glow as if proud of herself for pleasing the woman. However the next words had her shifting about uncomfortably and looking more scared than she had before. She had never done this before and it was almost too much for the young girl again.

As Therese pulled the slit aside in her dress the teen squirmed uncomfortably, unsure how best to protect herself and in turn her mother. She eventually couldn't take it and hid her face against the woman's shoulder again as she tried to regain control of her somewhat panicked breathing. "P-Please don't." She pleaded, one hand wrapping itself gently below the woman's breasts whilst she pressed her face tight to the woman's shoulder in an attempt to keep breathing calmly and without panic. She didn't want to do what the woman wanted; it was too much for her to prepare for.

"N-No I haven't." She tried her best to answer honestly, but as the woman continued she shook her head, desperately clinging to the woman that was actually making her want to run away. "Please don't do this," She pleaded again, almost crying she was truly that scared of this. Truthfully she had heard horror stories about losing her virginity and it was scaring the young girl out of her mind.

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Therese was surprised when Alex buried her face in her shoulder. Clearly not wanting to go through with having her virginity taken away. Therese quietly listened to what the teen had to say. It would seem the blonde was asking for too much of Alex. A shame. Therese was enjoying herself so much that she didn't even consider that Alex would refuse to budge on this. But hearing her nearly sobbing was proof enough that their little game had finally come to an end. Just as well, Therese knew Alex won't go to the police. Not unless she wanted her and her mother to be homeless. She doubted she'd even tell her mother what happened this night. The shame and embarrassment will keep her silent for now. Yet there were some signs of potential as well. Therese noted that a somewhat softer approach yielded the most results. With more time, Alex can be trained to be the perfect assistant. Yet she didn't just want a helper, she wanted a loving daughter.

"It's alright." The older blonde whispered soothingly to the teen as she kissed her head. "I understand I asked a lot of you tonight. You've been very good and made me feel wonderful, for that you deserve a break." Therese gently moved Alex so she could stand, letting her red dress cover herself. She briefly fixed her hair in the large mirror of the mantle piece above the fire. "I'll be seeing you tomorrow at the same time. Don't be late, as I do have many things to go over with you." Therese watched the teen gather her things before walking her to the door. Before she walked out Therese produced a white envelop with her company logo on it.

"Your first check." She smiled. "I'm sure you'll make use of it, but I would quietly advise you not spend it all on luxury. I started with nothing, but I saved everything I earned and invested wisely. I can live quite comfortable as a result." Therese kissed Alex's cheek. "I look forward to your next visit."

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Alex needed some kind of contact with the woman as she didn't want to have her arm pulled behind her painfully again, she didn't want the woman to think she was rejecting her. She just knew this was too much for her in one night, she had gone from enjoying the woman's company to being forcefully held captive, to having the woman be loving again and it was a shock to the poor girls system. She tried to hold back the sobbing that wanted to escape, she needed the woman to hear her this time, and she honestly was too scared and ashamed to go and tell anybody what had happened so far. She couldn't do this to her mother either, as she knew her mother worked hard to try and maintain their home so it was time for her to do her bit. She sniffled sadly as she leaned in to the woman, needing her to give in and let her off this part as it was too much, and soon she was rewarded.

The soothing kiss to her head made the younger woman relax a little bit, and she listened to the whisper that was exactly what was needed in those moments. "Y-Your not mad?" She whispered back nervously, nervous eyes finally peaking out from the woman's shoulder until she was made to stand. When she stood she watched the woman closely, uncertain if they were genuinely done or not as she was almost expecting to feel sudden pain. When she heard the woman she was surprised, her eyebrows shooting up but she nodded warily to say that she would return. She quickly gathered her things and headed to the door, though when the envelope came she was mildly surprised by the logo that was on the front.

"It's not for me, it's for my mom." Alex said softly, though she nodded with a tiny smile for the woman as if she was happier than she was. When that was done though she quickly went to the elevator, feeling glad that the night was over. She left quickly, and once she drove home she pretended to still be in the same sullen mood as she slammed her bedroom door behind her in the hope her mother wouldn't dare come talk to her. If she did she would find the young woman stripping down to change and get ready for bed.

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Jackie had the television on but was hardly paying attention to it. She'd been doing everything she could to try and distract herself from her own thoughts. She first cleaned up the dishes after her daughter left then moving on to the rest of the kitchen. When it was spotless, she went ahead and dusted and vacuumed the living room. She got more cleaning done when she was stressed, or if guests were coming. Ever since Alex had left, her mother had been terrified that Alex would have snapped or talked back to their landlord Ms. Voerman, or God forbid she got physical. Just the idea of Alex destroying all her hard work to make sure they had a roof over their heads just to spite her... no, Alex would never do anything like that. Not intentionally. She kept reminding herself that Alex was perfectly happy to be rude to her, but never other people. The worst she could do was make it obvious she didn't want to be there, but even then Jackie was sure Alex knew better. God it was just so nerve wracking.

Suddenly the sound of the home key sliding into the lock and the door opening caused Jackie to lift her head and sit up. She let the blanket slide off as she saw Alex making a beeline to her room. "Did everything go alright, sweetie?" Jackie tried to ask before the door to her daughter's room slammed shut telling her that Alex was in no mood to talk. Jackie stared at Alex's door for a terrifying moment wondering if they were about to be evicted. The stressed mother closed her eyes and tried to tell herself that Alex was still just mad at her and that the deal still was valid. Just as Jackie was about to call Ms. Voerman, her phone vibrated and she read the text. _Alex came by and was prompt and on time. A very hard worker, and an absolute delight to have. As agreed rent will by half'd. Please have her come by the same time tomorrow. Have a goodnight Jackie._

"Oh, Alex..." Jackie's eyes began to get teary. "You made a wonderful impression on her!" The mother got up from the couch and hurried over to Alex's door. She gave a tentative knock. "Sweetie...? It's Mommy. I just got a very nice text from Ms. Voerman, she said you were brilliant tonight! She also said the deal go ahead and she'll cut the rent in half, isn't that wonderful?" Jackie waited to see if Alex had forgiven her and started speaking.

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Alex didn't think she could actually face her mother without crying, she had let the woman touch her in ways that nobody else could and she had let the woman call herself mommy. How on earth could she look her mother in the eye and admit that? Or even just be around her? It scared the young woman and though she desperately wanted her mother to come and hold her and tell her it was okay, another part of her truly felt that she couldn't let the woman near her right then. It would be better for her mother if she just kept her distance and had no idea what was going on with this woman... it was safer for them all she was sure. She tried to convince herself as she drove home, tears forming in her eyes and threatening to spill over and yet she desperately held this all back so that she could make her mother think she was purely angry. No matter how angry she felt with her mother she wouldn't risk their home, she knew her mother had worked too hard to get it to let it go this soon. She just had to behave.

As soon as the key entered the lock Alex knew she had to move quickly otherwise her mother would notice she was upset and beyond the control of the woman. She didn't want her mother to think it was over, but she couldn't cope right then. She saw her mother on the sofa and she quickly sped past, tears in her eyes that she couldn't let her mother see. She just wanted her mother to hold her and tell her it was okay. She quickly went past her mother and slammed the door, stripping down and having a quick wipe down to get ready for bed---she'd have a proper shower in the morning. She pulled her favorite nightshirt on, that was long enough to cover her bum as well as some clean panties and collapsed on the bed, crying softly so as to not alert her mother. She had no idea Therese planned to text her mother and let her know what was going on and that she had agreed to the deal.

Hearing her mother call herself mommy made Alex cry harder, and she knew that despite her fears and her anger at herself she wanted the woman to come and hold her. She decided to pretend she was upset with herself for being cruel to her mother... maybe that would get her happy. She was sick to her stomach that her mother was using the same name that Therese used when making her cum. Hesitantly she stood and opened the door, biting her lip nervously and asking in a very soft sad tone. "Cuddle?" She wanted her mother to let her know it was all okay and that she was forgiven for being a bitch earlier. "I'm sorry," She mumbled, looking down.


[User] Benjamin was finally home alone, he would use his time alone wisely to continue experimenting. He enters his roommate's bedroom in search of a certain pair of worn shoes. He sniffs the air. It didn't take him long to find the shoes. He sat down on the floor with his back against the wall, he grabbed the shoes and held the up to his face. Chest puffing out as he took a deep breath through his nose. He felt his heart rate increase a tiny bit, why did he find this activity so invigorating? Was it the secrecy or the scent or a little bit of both? Once a week, every week, for the last two months he had slipped inside his roommate's bedroom to sniff his footwear, socks and shoes. He should be ashamed of himself. He buried his nose inside a shoe and took another deep breath. "Oh god... I wonder if your feet smell as good as your shoes and socks?" The red wolf whispered to himself.

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Benjamin's roommate, Jay, was early coming home today from work. The truth was, Jay had no clue about his roommate's secret activities. The massive minotaur was surprisingly quiet---he noticed his door was open just a crack and peeked inside, only to see Benjamin sniffing his workout sneakers. the bull smiled as he got an idea, sneaking back out of the apartment for a few hours before coming back at his normal time. the next few days would be fun---he had always thought Benjamin was pretty cute, and now he could act on that... after a little teasing of course.

When he arrived home, Jay was sure to make a little bit of noise. "You home?" He asked aloud, heading straight to his room. He smiled when he saw that his sneakers were right where he left them. The man left his door open a crack "Don't come in, I'm changing" He said---his thick, powerful form revealed as he began to change into a T-shirt and shorts. If Benjamin had decided to spy, he would get a glimpse of the bull's thick bulge in a jockstrap before he was dressed. The beast put on his sneakers---the same ones Benjamin had been sniffing, and began to head out. "I'm headed to the gym. Wanna order pizza? There's some money on top of the fridge I think." He said before leaving to go work out in the building's gym.

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Benjamin was resting in his bedroom when his roommate returned from work, he perked up a bit when he heard his roommate speak. Silently he approached his roommate's bedroom door. There was a crack. He peeked into the room and what he saw made his jaw drop. If only he could reach out and caress that muscular body. Oh shit! He swiftly stepped away from the door and back into the confines of his bedroom. Hopefully his roommate had not noticed him ogling him through the crack in the door.

"Sounds like a plan. What do you want on your half of the pizza?" He stuck his head out of his room, attempting to act normal. And not like a creep or a pervert. "Enjoy your workout."

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The bull didn't SEE Benjamin at the door, but he heard him. When the bull was asked what he wanted on his half of the pizza he thought a moment "Just pepperoni is fine." He said, before adding,"Get a large---I'm going to be hungry when I get back" he said.

It was about an hour later when Jay returned, He was sweating, his pleasant musk surrounding him as he grabbed a slice of pizza."I'm going to grab a shower" He said, "Damn, that's good"He muttered under his breath before heading to the shower. Instead of putting his shoes in his room---he kicked them off just before heading into the shower---giving the wolf full access to his fresh scent. The sound of the shower turned on and about fifteen minutes later the bull came out wearing only a towel, his gym clothes in a bundle in his arms, the beast seemed unaware of the large bulge in the towel as he headed to his room -emerging a few minutes later dressed in simple jeans and a T-shirt. "How's your day?" The massive beast asked, grabbing another slice of pizza

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Benjamin was resting in the main room wearing only a pair of tan cargo pants, no shirt, no shoes, no socks. Open box setting in front of the wolf. The scent of melted cheese filled the room. "Welcome home. Grab a slice it just got here." He greets his roommate with a wave.

It didn't take him long to notice his roommate's scent, the sweat and musk mixing in with the scent of melted cheese. He heard his roommate kick his shoes off in front of the bathroom door. He had to fight the urge to sniff the bull's moist shoes. Still the faint scent wafting from the shoes was enough to get the wolf a little excited. He had to shift in his seat so the bull wouldn't notice his pitched tent. "It was alright. I wish this vacation week could last forever. It was nice being able to catch up on my TV shows."

[Assistant] The bull shook his head as he sat down and ate, bare hooves propped up on the chair next to Benjamin. "Lucky you're on vacation" He said with a sigh, shaking his head. "Ah well---I've got a three day weekend" He shrugged. "But looks like I won't be home until late tomorrow." The bull said. That last part was a lie, work was slow and he knew he would be home early. Just in time to catch his roommate. "I think I'm going to hit the gym tomorrow too---today sucked" Jay chuckled. "I'll try not to wake you." The bull grabbed another slice, eating quickly. It wasn't long until the whole pizza was polished off and the bull was heading back to his room "Early to bed, early to rise" He smiled---grabbing his shoes and heading back to his room---putting them back where they always were.

[User] It took maximum effort to avoid staring at his roommate's bare hooves, the urge to stare at them was strong. He took a deep breath... nostrils flare as he picked up the scent of the bull's shoes. He grabbed another slice of pizza. Hopefully Jay doesn't find his behavior to be strange. "Vacations are definitely nice. I wish I had the money to travel a bit more often but I feel like I've accomplished some things. I've caught up with my shows. And finally finished my video game." While none of the feats he accomplished were amazing, he was still happy with the results. "I should probably start going to the gym too. I think I put on a little weight this week." Benjamin laughs a little. "Have a good night. And don't worry about waking me up. It's not like my vacation is over yet."

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The next day, just as he had said, Jay woke up early, got dressed, and headed to the gym. He came back quietly an hour or so later and took a quick shower---putting his shoes back in his room first, and then heading to work. Jay smiled to himself---knowing that his roommate would probably try and hold off for awhile but by the time Jay got home---which would be much earlier than he told Benjamin, he assumed he would be able to catch his roommate in the act.

A few hours later, the bull arrived home and, silently, entered---as silent as a massive bull could be that was---he moved to his room, opened the door and look around for his roommate.

[User] It was a normal day, he was in his bedroom playing video games when he heard his roommate return from the gym. He didn't bother to move. He laid on his back and continued to play his game until the battery on his handheld device died. The wolf glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Damn... did I really lay there and play for three hours." Slowly he stood up and made his way to the bathroom, he washed his face off. On his way back to his room he saw his roommate's bedroom door ajar, shoes in plain view. Temptation. He checked the time one more time before ducking into the room. He sat down on the floor and brought the shoes up to his face. The scent was intoxicating. He had two hours to have his fun before his roommate returns. He buried his nose inside a shoe. One hand roaming over his body. "Oh... it smells so good!"

[Assistant] It was less than an hour before Jay came home---early like he planned. He was quiet coming in the door, slipping his work shoes off and moving to his room, smiling as he saw Benjamin sitting down, sniffing his dirty shoes, and pleasuring himself. The bull cleared his throat to announce his presence with a smile. "Someone's enjoying themselves" He said, stepping closer to his roommate, his powerful form towering over the boy---listening to hear Benjamin's excuse. "Don't worry" He smiled. "I won't tell... as long as you give my hooves a massage. Long day" He said with a grin, pressing his naked hoof against the boy's chest, moving him down flat on his back. "What do you say?" He asked with a smile

[User] Oh shit! The wolf froze in place with the shoe dangling from his muzzle, cock erect. What could he do? What could he say? Is there a way to explain the current situation. He felt the bull press down on his chest and pin him to the floor with his hoof. He brushed the shoe off his face with his hand. "I'm..." Jay interrupted Benjamin. He felt his heart thump in his chest like a bass drum. He looks at the foot. "I... I can do that." He was sure his face was beet red. Carefully he caressed the foot, fingers slide across the top slowly in a circular pattern.

[Assistant] The massive bull smiled, sitting on the bed and smiling, giving a sigh as his hoof was massaged, sweat from the day giving Benjamin full access to the bull's scent that he was so obsessed with. "You've been wanting to do this for awhile, haven't you?" The bull asked with a wicked grin. After a few minutes, Jay moved over, removed his left foot from Benjamin's hands and pressed his other foot into his roommates grasp. This did two things, one was that it placed one hoof right next to Benjamin's head---and it also allowed Benjamin to see Jay's massive bulge in his pants.

[User] He quietly worked on the bull's moist foot, nostrils flare as he inhaled the scent. Hopefully this was not a dream. Benjamin quietly whined like a pup when the bull took his foot away only to gasp in surprise, the other foot pressed into his waiting hands. This change in position left the bull's foot close to his face and a clear view of the bull's bulge. "I have. I've been dreaming about it for a while, I just haven't been able to work up the courage to tell you about my fetish. I was afraid you would hate me." He boldly pressed his nose to the bull's foot and sniffed.

[Assistant] The bull smiled as the wolf worked over his foot---it felt nice after a long day, the bull watching as his roommate leaned in for a deep whiff of his sweaty feet. "I wouldn't hate you, Benjamin" Jay smirked, pressing his foot down into the boy's nose a little. "Just means I get free foot massages now" He winked, switching feet again---blocking that thick bulge from view of the wolf.

[User] He felt a little light headed when Jay pressed his foot against his nose, any view he had of the bull's bulge was completely blocked by his foot. "Have you... would you... could I... may I worship your feet?" Benjamin stuttered and struggled to form a coherent sentence. The bull switched feet again. He pressed his nose against it, sniffing. He fought the urge to lick or kiss the offered foot.


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Matthew was waiting, two glasses of iced water in hand. "You look beautiful," he smiled, letting her approach him. This wasn't her home ground. He didn't want her feeling trapped. Well, not yet.

The clues in the bathroom confirmed that this loft was not a primary residence, but it could serve as one. All the basics were there---toothbrush, soap, shampoo, hair dryer, etc---but almost all of it was unopened. No medications were in the drawers aside from a first aid kit. The only personal, intimate items was a small box of male contraceptives---also unopened.

Shelby's host handed her a glass and leaned back. "Shall our duel commence? The 90 minutes will begin when you're ready and seated, in there," he gestured at the space behind the screen. "Don't worry about anyone looking in. The windows are treated. One way only." He drank from his own. It was time. There was nothing further to be gained by stalling. "So, which articles have you decided to keep?" he met Shelby's gaze.

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Shelby moved closer to Matthew. And when she was standing next to him, she didn't take the water. Not yet, at least. Instead, she used his arm as a balancing point so she could take off her heels. Soft little black suede half-boots that zipped up on the in-step. First the left, then the right. And when they were set against the wall, out of the way, she grinned up at him, accepting the ice water he offered and taking a sip. Her eyes darted to the screen in question. Then back to the man standing next to her.

"You talk as if you've given this speech before..." She said with a playful grin, then started walked towards the screen. Slow, hip-swaying amble. She was nervous, to be sure. But not afraid, and she didn't want him thinking she was about to back out, either. "Bring many girls up here?" She asked over her shoulder, expecting him to follow. If he didn't, the 90 minutes were going to breeze by, right? And if he did...

"The two simplest, of course." She said, turning to face him just before she walked around the screen. The glass dangled easily from her fingertips. "My strapless bra and panties. You, however, get to keep nothing."

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Oh this was going to be a challenge indeed. Matthew didn't shift his body as Shelby used it to remove her heels, as tempting as that was. But he made no effort to conceal his interest. His eyes traced the her curves down one side, and back up the other, slowly. "No, hardly any. Not many are willing to accept my offer," he set his glass down. "But not many spur my interest, either." The space behind the screen was almost mostly empty. There were two lights on stands, the kind used in photography studios. A low chest of drawers waited to one side and an empty tripod rested next to it.

The dominant feature was the chair. Black, with just the slightest gloss. It had a high back---the two posts stopped a full six feet off the ground. Built into it were three leather straps and five solid steel D-rings. Two straps at knee level, one at waist. One ring at the base of each front leg, one in the higher in the middle of the chair back, and one at each top corner.

Matthew followed Shelby as she rounded the screen. Closely. Too closely. So when she turned, he was in her space. Not grabbing. Not touching. But still, within her boundary. "A reasonable decision, for yourself. As for me, well... so be it. But," he smiled, and then took her hand, placing it on his shirt. "You will have to help me out. I trust you don't mind?"

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Matthew's words made Shelby smile as she turned the corner of the screen and got her first look at what was behind it. It halted her movements. And Matthew was right behind her. She could feel the heat of him on her back. He never touched her, but without looking at him, she knew exactly where he was. Her first thought was a recording session torture chamber... but Matthew... never... and there was no camera, even if there was a space for one.

Shelby swallowed hard. Her eyes danced over the chair, the chest of drawers, the tripod again. Then the chair. A place she knew he was going to have her sit before the night was over. Instinctively, she knew that was hers. She stared. Til finally, she could lick her lips. Wet them. And take a step forward. She had made this bet, she'd see it through. And Matthew would never hurt her.

He was still behind her when she finally turned around, brushing her arm and hips against him, looking up at him. He took her hand, placing it on the hem of his shirt and asking her to help disrobe him. That's right. He was going to be naked. It helped her. Matthew was never vulnerable... but this would make him at least look vulnerable. Shelby leaned to the side, setting her glass of water down before using both hands to grip the bottom of his shirt.

"Don't mind at all..." She said softly, a smile playing at her lips. Their height different was enough without her heels on that she just reached his collarbone now and had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Slowly, achingly slow, Shelby pushed the shirt skyward, revealing the lines of his abs and chest with each heartbeat. Til finally, she urged him to raise his arms and pushed up against his body, going on tip toe to help drag the garment off.

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Matthew had to give Shelby credit for not immediately calling off the bet at the sight of the chair. Even if it wasn't the most exotic design of its type, it was still be formidable presence to one not experienced with what it represented. Best to slow down. Shift direction. Give Shelby time to adapt, to recenter. Matthew didn't want her spooked. Not when he was this close. Not when she was this close.

He shrugged off the shirt and tossed it behind him. "Is this how you treat all the men you get alone?" he joked. "Five minutes in and you've got them dropping their pants..." He placed a hand on her wrist, not holding it firmly as before, but guiding it, down. To the hem of her own top.

"Your turn," he smiled and started to work it up, using her hands in his, with equal, deliberate slowness. Except when the band of black material made its way up, to the point on Shelby's arms where it covered her eyes, he stopped. And held it there. Matthew's hands remained on Shelby's, not letting go, not letting her move. Leaning in, he slowly inhaled the scent of her hair, there, at that curve next to her ear. Held it. And then exhaled. "You truly are beautiful, Shelby."

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Matthew's smile was answered immediately and automatically with one from Shelby's lips. He'd always had the ability to do that to her. Put her at ease, even if it was for just long enough for her to get a grip on what was happening and be able to deal. So now her she was, dealing. But staring at his naked chest and about to strip out of her own shirt. Both the anxiety and pleasure were bubbling in her, making her shift her feet between his.

Shelby didn't answer the quip about men dropping their pants for her. She licked her lips and simply couldn't think fast enough to come back with something appropriate as together, they eased the black material up over her pale stomach. Soon her soft abs were revealed, the lace bra she had chosen to wear for the night and then it was time to lift her arms. The entire time, she watched Matthew's face.

Until the material covered her eyes, her world went dark and her other senses took hold. The way he smelled, the heat from his body, and how it felt to be so close to him. It made her open her lips and suck in a breath when he whispered at her ear. Goosebumps erupted over the flesh of her arms and shoulders, held high by his grip, as his words worked their way down to her stomach. And made it clench tight. She had to press her lips together tight to hold back a soft gasp.

"I... Matthew..." And then the shivers slowed and she could breathe. And the playful smile was back on her face as she settled into the new level between the two of them. "...is that what you say to all the women you strip before settling them in your chair?"

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Matthew continued to hold Shelby, like that. Arms up, over her head, top blocking her sight, everything from lips to hips exposed, except for what little protection was afforded by her bra. He moved his left hand up, and took her wrists, bending them behind her head keeping her open and blind, and froze them there.

His right came down and stroked her side, gently, from just by her left breast down inside along her curve. "Hmm? Oh, sorry. I didn't catch that. I was a bit distracted" his hand tucked in under her jeans, a finger reaching lower. Insider her panties. Lower. And stopped, shy of her mons. Before withdrawing. And unbuttoning her jeans. "The answer is no," Matthew tugged once. "I only say what is true." Then he released her wrists.

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His hand. His hand. Oh God, his hand... Shelby sucked in a breath when Matthew's palm traced down her exposed skin and then dipped inbetween her jeans and her tummy. He held her open, frozen, on display for him. And while she still felt beautiful beneath his touch and gaze, Shelby worried. Her quick mind flashed through the curves and pudge she knew rode on her hips and stomach. The marks that would be there when he undid the buttons on her jeans. And oh god, his finger was almost...

A soft gasp escaped her lips. Shelby couldn't hold it back as he tugged the button and zipper down. And the move he was about to make, the one she was anticipating... never came. He let her hands go from the hold he kept on them behind her head.

Slowly, she dragged the shirt higher, off of her face and arms. Revealing her eyes to his once more and tugging it off of her wrists to let it drop to the floor. Her arms drooped, down to his wrists. She dragged her finger tips over the bare skin of his forearms, to his waist. Where she gripped the waistband of his pants, eyes wide.

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Matthew stepped out of his shoes easily and quickly, as Shelby took the reins back. He let her do as she wished, keeping his hands on her shoulders, stroking gently, or along her hair, playing with a free strand. His eyes were not so restrained. They drank in her figure, her curves, her beauty, hungrily. There is an art to undressing. Most times it is a simple, mundane detail. Something to get out of the way. Other times, it can be a flaw, a barrier, a misstep that can ruin. But this, this with Shelby.

This was a delight. A partially clothed woman is infinitely more enticing than a nude one. Clothing leaves hints for the imagination. It provides a tool, a weapon, in the dance of seduction. Revealing it, taking it, communicates intent and transfers control, power, between two people. Shelby seemed to understand---and appreciate---this as much as him. He stepped forward when she was done. His turn.

One hand slid in, deep behind. Between the denim and the flimsy fabric of her panties. His fingers reached low, down, there. And stayed. Pressing, but not claiming, not taking. While the other hand came around front, and pealed the jeans off her an inch, another, another, until they were too far down. And gravity took over.

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Slowly, their rhythm, their beat, began to play in Shelby's head as hands touched, caressed, moved along exposed skin between her and Matthew. Clothes hit the floor, articles pulled from the confines of their bodies slowly, sensually, and then discarded, forgotten like yesterday's trash as a new expanse of skin was open to exploration. Matthew's eyes mostly kept hers captivated. When they were on her own gaze, she couldn't break it. She knew that look on a man. He was devouring her. And when they were tracing her body, her curves, his eyes were deeper than she'd ever seen them, darker. Somehow, it eased and excited her at the same time.

His pants dropped and he stepped out of them. Her hands traced up the outside of his muscular thighs as he moved back into her body, over the boxer briefs there, up to his abs. And then they clutched because he was touching her as well. Grabbing her ass and tugging her into his body enough to hold her in place. Her mouth dropped open, on a gasp or moan that never made it to fruition. But enough beneath his that the opportunity was there for the taking as he pressed her close, making her pants drop. His hand brushed long her thighs as he inched her jeans down til they dropped to her ankles.

Slowly, her hands moved up his sides. Over abs and chest, to press on his shoulders. So she could use him as balance without breaking his hold on her to step out of the jeans. The last piece of clothing that he would be taking off of her for the night. It left her in a pair of black lace panties and bra. In good lighting, they would both reveal and hide everything from his gaze. In the dim light of the night, they were teasing. Much like the smile that started to form on her lips.

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Only one scrap of fabric left. His navy boxers. They were all that stood between the preliminaries, and the main event. A last appetizer to nibble free. Matthew took Shelby's wrists, right in left and left in right, and slid them inside, stopping just before she touched.

"You sure you want to do this," he smiled at her, head tilted, knowing her answer. He was firm. Shelby's proximity and allure had ensured that. But Matthew had managed---barely---to keep his response in check. He was firm, but not rigid. Desire awoken, but controlled still.

There was no reason to rush this. Absolutely not. Rushing would be a waste. A woman as exquisite as Shelby, here, about to take the next step, over the edge, is something he planned to savor. The next ninety minutes will drag out for eternity, if he was to have his way. "Well then, my dear, I think you know what to do..." He released her hands.

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Standing in front of his play area, stripped down to their respective pieces of underwear, Matthew held Shelby's wrists in his hands and guided her hands down to the waistband of his boxers, slipping them inside, and giving her another chance to escape. To run from this. From them. She didn't give him a sassy answer that time. She didn't have to. Her expression said everything. Gave him the answer he already knew. And then the green light was given. And he let her wrists go free. And she knew what to do.

Shelby's expression melted from an arched eyebrow to a soft and sultry smile as she eased her feet back just a tad from him, widening the space between their bodies a hands-width. There was no doubt in her mind that Matthew had every move of the next 90 minutes planned out. She wasn't sure how much of herself would survive that time at his hands, but she wasn't about to go down without a fight or throwing a few of her own wrenches in the works.

Slowly, her eyes connected with his, Shelby eased her entire body downward. Like she was doing a plié in ballet. Thighs open, knees extending out over her toes. The movement dropped her face down to where her hands rested, wrapped around the waistband of his boxers. Although the entire time she moved, she never broke his gaze. Not until she was eye level with what those boxers were starting to fail at hiding.

With a little more speed, but still the same controlled movements, Shelby switched her gaze. From his eyes, to what was hidden beneath the navy cloth as she eased it down off of his body and pulled the boxers all the way to his ankles. She made no move to touch, except to drag her fingers and knuckles along the skin of his lean thighs and calves. And after a few full heartbeats, she let her gaze, bright with lust now, raise back to his.

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It took all his self control not to give in, then and there, to impulse. Shelby's signal was clear. Her feelings reciprocated his. It would take no effort to pull her into his arms and carry the both of them to the bed half a room length away. Bliss would follow. But bliss must wait. Ninety minutes. That was the deal.

Taking Shelby's hands in his, he walked her next to the chest and opened the top drawer. Inside were a series of wide, padded leather straps. Straps with buckles. Matthew brought Shelby's right hand up and kissed the back of it, before turning her wrist gently to inspect it. Tilting his head, Matthew studied her ankle. Then he made his selections.

Two padded leather cuffs were brought out and placed on top of the chest. Then two more. The latter two were a bit oddly shaped, looking a bit like funnels. Matthew picked up one of these and held the strap up, opened and waiting. "If you will, my dear?"

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Ninety minutes. That was the deal she had agreed to. An hour and a half at his mercy. Before she had walked into his loft, Shelby had been supremely confident she could handle whatever Matthew could dish out. An accomplished lover in her own right, she knew her attributes and allure. She was not scared to find pleasure with her partner. And the rumors that had circulated from some of this man's old lovers definitely had her guessing at his talents. But now? Seeing the control he exerted over not just himself, but her, she began to question if she wouldn't cave and relent.

Especially when she had a peek inside his drawer of leather straps. Shelby stayed silent as he studied her wrists and ankles, judging the sizes and then made his selection. When he held out one of the odder shaped cuffs, asking her to place her hand in it, she hesitated. Her eyes flicked from the cuff, to Matthew's face, and then back again.

She bit her lower lip. The hesitation lasted less than ten seconds, probably. The chewing of her lip a bit longer. Slowly, Shelby placed her right hand, palm upwards, into the held out cuff. Ninety minutes and there was no turning back now.

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Matthew didn't pounce. He made no sound, no motion, as Shelby deliberated. This had to be her choice. Fully and completely. Both because that is what he believed was right---but also because that is what will have the most impact.

What happened next was her choice. Hers. Not his. He closed the cuff around Shelby's wrist gently. The leather was padded and soft. Nothing scratched, nothing chafed. But the padding also served a different purpose. When pulled against, it will bunch, reducing the circumference of the cuff. The harder Shelby pulled, the more securely it will hold.

Matthew secured the buckle with just the right pressure. No slack, no pain. The 'strap' portion of the cuff was adjusted so it extended along the back of Shelby's hands. Then, picking up the other pair of cuffs, and four small padlocks, he guided the woman to the chair by her elbow. "If you will take a seat, I'll just get these taken care of and we can start. Sound fair?" He gazed into Shelby's eyes, smiling the whole time.

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Shelby was surprised at the sensation of the cuff around her wrist. She'd been playfully tied up before in bed. Nothing too serious. A tie or a scarf here or there loosely wrapped around wrists, but that had been the extent of her experience into the world of restraints. These cuffs were professional. Expertly made and wrapped around her wrist. Matthew knew just the hole to slip the clasp in to make the cuff fit perfectly against her skin. She watched as he secured the cuffs to her wrists, positioning them just so. She wiggled her fingers to test the feeling and movement and found it oddly comfortable.

Matthew finished putting the cuffs on her wrists with controlled precision and then after picking up the other cuffs and four padlocks---padlocks?!!- he took her by her elbow and led her to the chair. Shelby's feet didn't hesitate, but her head was wrapped around what he planned to do with those locks. He urged her to sit and she took the step forward towards the chair. Funny, he was the one who was naked and she was the one feeling exposed. It wasn't quite frightening, however. Oh, Shelby was nervous. But it was an anticipatory nervousness that had her stomach full of butterflies.

Turning and sitting in the chair, Shelby shifted to a comfortable position and then raised her gaze back to Matthew's. That movement gave her time to gather her strength. The fear was subsiding and she was determined to not let him see it. Or the anxiety at what his next move might be. Because this was a man who knew her secrets. And weaknesses. This was a bet she wasn't sure she could win. Didn't mean she wasn't going to try her damndest. Holding her wrists up, palms towards him, she offered them to Matthew. "Plenty fair," she said with a soft smile.

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She'd tensed. Matthew noted that. But, to her credit, Shelby forced it aside. He smiled. He knew what he had in mind. He knew what he was capable of doing. He knew how far this could go. But Shelby couldn't. Not with certainty. To come even this far required trust. Shelby trusted him. And that was powerful. That simple fact drew Matthew in even more her eyes, her hair, her lips, the gentle, perfect curve of her... stop. Snap out of it. Focus. There will be time for gentle, perfect curves later. Right now, he had a woman to please.

Matthew dropped to one knee. Looking up, he gave her a wink. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not looking to bind you that way tonight," he laughed. Reaching out, he traced the back of her left calf. Down, carefully, studying every inch, to the turn of her ankle, to the graceful line of her Achilles tendon. "Beautiful," he noted.

Then with equal care, he wrapped the leather cuff around. One for each ankle. Buckled snug, firm, not painful, felt, but not pressing. "There." Then he brought out the first padlock. He studied it for a second, to give Shelby a chance to see it clearly. Silver. Flawless. Solid cold steel. And then he used it to lock her left ankle to the ring built into the chair. With the same patience, he picked up the second lock, and then turned to gaze at Shelby's face. Saying nothing, he locked her other leg in place.

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Instead of taking her offered wrists as Shelby expected, Matthew dropped to one knee in front of her. Once again, he did the unexpected and stunned her into soft silence. Her hands dropped to her lap as he gave her a wink.

As in there would be more nights that he would have her restrained. Shelby's quick mind deduced that fact from his words and it had her drawing it a sharp breath, eyes flashing wide for a moment. She didn't respond verbally, however. Because his hands were on her next. On her calf, tracing down the back of the smooth skin to her ankle and foot. It made the muscles tense, her toes point and then curl involuntarily under the soft scrutiny.

He wrapped her ankles in the second set of cuffs and then let her see the padlocks before securing each with the cold stainless steel to the chair. Matthew's movements were slow enough that she was never frightened. Maybe surprised, but never jumping. He let her see each piece of the puzzle before locking her into place with controlled, knowledgeable movements. She tested the locks and movement of her feet almost immediately after he had everything on her ankles in place. Nothing was uncomfortable, nothing pinched or hurt. But she definitely couldn't move very far. Her calves could probably pull less than an inch away from the chair.

Her toes curled at the thought. It brought a question to her lips and she couldn't keep it back if she tried. Instead of watching his hands now, she watched his face and sat pliable for him. "How long have you wanted this?" She asked softly.

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Matthew stood up slowly, too close to Shelby. His manhood brushed her knee, and was there, waiting, just below her chin. The effect she had on him was undeniable. He was firmer than he was just minutes ago, though not a peak yet. There was no way to conceal this from Shelby, so Matthew didn't even try. Besides, was it such a bad thing for her to know he found her... arousing?

The third silver lock appeared and secured the end of Shelby's left cuff to the top of the chair, above her head. The distance was almost enough to stretch her arm straight completely. Snap. Then came the last one.

Matthew looped it around the cuff strap's ring and started moving the towards the one waiting on the chair. This was the dividing line. Once this lock closed, there would be no way out for Shelby. The distance from ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist was 24 inches. The most she could move each limb was two. With her arms stretched out, given the funnel shape of the wrist cuffs, there was no way for her fingers to reach the straps securing those restraints in place. Once Shelby's right wrist was taken, she was his. Matthew turned the lock and held it ready. "Too long," he replied. And then pushed the shackle down.

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The small, silver padlock wasn't much bigger than a half-dollar. Slim, but powerful. Shelby clearly was no body-builder, so having the physical strength to break the restraints Matthew carefully placed her in was completely out of the question. She watched, her eyes on his face as the question she let out into the open hung in the air between them and he methodically locked her left arm into place. The position was foreign, but not uncomfortable. Her left hand curled into a soft fist as it held there by the lock and cuff.

The twin to that padlock was in Matthew's hand and her right arm positioned as a mirror to the left. Soft, but heavy silence filled the area around them as he turned the lock, watched her face, and then gave her an answer before clicking the shackle down into place. Shelby couldn't help but jump slightly. The lock was so small, but the sound and his answer were like slamming doors that stopped her heart. She was utterly at his mercy and this wasn't just on some whim. It floored Shelby to think of that and she didn't have a comeback for it. She had no defense against it.

And warmth flooded, unbidden, straight to her core. It excited Shelby that he wanted this. That he was aroused by having her here. Almost involuntarily, her knees tried to close together, thighs tightening.

The movement rattled the locks at her ankles, reminding her how she was bound. They restricted how far she could move her knees, and when the clatter of metal on metal tinkled around her, she stopped moving. Her eyes were wide, but drinking him and his form in. The sight of him erect, and in control, had her wanting to squirm happily in that chair he had bound her to. Except he had bound her to a chair. And she didn't know what was coming next.


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A stiff wind blew through the trees, shaking leaves free as they swayed. The forest was in full bloom at this time of year, The birds sang out to each other, while insects buzzed and quietly walked under foot. The lake shimmered in the breeze as the fish under the waves darted here and there in the early morning sun, trying to find some unlucky insect or worm. The sound of a car coming disturbed the piece that the forest had. Birds flew away as the car slowly made its way along the dirt road, gently coming to a halt in the clearing.

The sound of the engine ticking mixing seemed to be the only thing making noise as Frank looked out at the lake. "Well sweetie, we're here!" He said excitedly, taking off his seat belt and opening his door. He leaned against the door as he stood and looked around. This place was much better looking then it had looked in the pictures. The air was clear, the sky was blue and cloudless, and the sound of insects was slowly coming back to the forest around them.He was a man in his mid forties, but he'd taken care of himself. He loved to run and workout as much as he loved the outdoors. He wore a red shirt and blue genes, a tightly trimmed cap of red hair on his head.

Frank had hoped that his daughter would love the trip as much as he was going to. She had been wanting to spend time with him a lot the past few weeks and he didn't really know why. Maybe she just wanted more father daughter time, or just wanted to get away from the city too? either way she was out here with him now, and for the next week they'd be nearly cut off from the world. He hit the roof of the car, as he ducked back in. "C'mon. Take a step out and enjoy the view! Isn't this great? Nothing better then being in the forests away from all that craziness." Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. Life was good. He closed the door and started to unpack the gear, starting to looks around for places to set up the tents and fireplace so they'd be okay if the weather got bad.

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The first part of the teenager to exit the vehicle were her bare feet and shapely calves. Samantha had been sitting barefooted in the car, doting on her father, while she painstakingly painted her toe nails. Next, she threw her shoes out and stepped into them as the rest of her followed.

Samantha was not a tall girl, but she had slender legs and a narrow waist. Her hips were wide, her thighs were shapely and her breasts were on the large side. Hourglass figure was a descriptive term. She had her father's eyes but her colors were more from her mother; with dark hair and pale skin.

She was dressed in long shorts, tank top over sports-bra and a baseball cap where her ponytail jutted out in the back. Stepping up to her father, she took his arm and inhaled deeply, looking at the scenery. "It's lovely!" She looked up at him, with a smile; teenage cuteness blending seamlessly with womanly beauty. She had full, pink lips and a touch of freckles on her nose.

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Frank beamed as Samantha wrapped around his arm. She was his world, and he loved her every little bit. Seeing that beautiful smile from her just assured him that this trip would be worth it. She had definitely grown from the sweet little bundle of energy she'd been. Now she was all grown up and quite the looker. He gently squeezed her arm as he returned the smile, her breast gently pressing into his arm. "I'm glad you think so sweetie. I'm just thinking about all the things were going to do and see here, and how much of a great time it's going to be." He couldn't wait to go fishing or swimming in the lake, or all the things they would see when they went hiking. Not to mention all the views!

He gave her ponytail a playful tug before he went back to the car looking for the tents. After emptying nearly the whole car he could only find one of them. "Honey, did we pack both the tents? I could've sworn we did." He asked, straightening up and scratching at his head looking around at the piles of gear. He'd wanted to make sure she had her privacy since she was older enough to not have to be hawked over. "I mean we could share a tent, but I think you would want your own. Little too old to be sleeping in the same tent as dad right?" He asked, getting the lone tent ready. It was meant for one person, but could be used for two in a pinch if things had gone unfavorably or a couple wanted to share.

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Samantha grabbed her own backpack out of the car. "I threw out the other tent back home." She declared, matter-of-factly. "There's no way I'm going to be sleeping alone out here, daddy! I mean there could be bears or spiders or something!" As if the two were comparable.

"Naw... I'm going to snuggle right in under your arm every night, where I can sleep safe and sound." She sported a mischievous smile, as if she was either joking around or considering something naughty.

She stood with her backpack over her shoulders and some of their other gear in hand. "Where's our camp? Are we going far from the car? I think we should find a spot where we're really... alone, you know. I mean, you wouldn't want anyone to see me skinny dipping in the lake, right? Is this spot okay?" Her breasts made a bounce as she hoisted the backpack a little higher for comfort.

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Frank just stopped what he was doing and just looked up. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. This was not how he'd planned this to go, did she just say something about skinny dipping? Exhaling, he stopped foraging through the car and looked at her. "Sweetie you know that you should've at least told me right? I could've gotten a bigger tent for us to share." He started packing the stuff up and put on his backpack. "I Guess your right though. I wouldn't want my baby to get harmed at all while we're out here. Closer the better." He smiled, knowing it wouldn't be that bad.

"Did you say something about skinny dipping? I don't know."He asked as his eyes trailed to her chest as she put on the back pack, the bounce of her breasts catching him off guard. He quickly averted his eyes, looking down a the lake."I think we should get pretty far from the car though. I mean if you are going to be skinny dipping, might as well make sure there's no possibility of someone watching you. I'm pretty sure that I was able to get this spot to my self this year."

He picked up the tent, lugging it over his shoulder as his other hand puled a cooler full of things. "Let's go this way, there looks to be a good group of tress that should give us lots of shade and privacy." He started down the slight incline, stiff patches of grass crunching under his feet. Soon they made their way to the spot he had seen before. He looked around the area. The trees seemed to make a prefect semi circle around where he stood, the shade plentiful and the view of the lake was gorgeous. He tossed the tent to the side as he removed his back pack, the heat of the day and the walk making him start to sweat. His shirt starting to stick to his body, revealing the hard work that he'd put into it. "I this spot is perfect don,t you think?" He asked, turning to his daughter. "Pretty far from the car and the trees block the view behind us pretty much."

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Samantha just shrugged. She was more than happy with the size of the one tent and everything else. The spot her father had picked out was great. She looked around and struggled to hide a little blush that came from the thought of what she hoped would happen here the next few days. She might have devious plans, but she was still young and quite innocent.

She bit down on her lower lip when she looked at him. He was so handsome and sexy, all sweaty and wonderful. While she wanted to jump him, she knew she was going to have to be subtle and slow. She knew him well enough to conclude that he would need some persuasion. Soon, the two of them were preparing the camp. Between the work, Samantha was her usual cute, flirtatious self. She could poke his rib to initiate a little play fight. She'd wink and blow him a kiss when he glanced at her from across their camp. She'd suck her finger like a kid, when she hurt it on one of the tent poles.

Also, there was a bit of bending over, where her round bottom became the highest and most visible portion of her body. She made sure not to catch him looking at her, if he did. No, she was going to give him the freedom to look all he wanted for now. "Yup, this is perfect." She sat up and blew a loose strand of hair away from her pretty face. She was sweaty too now, her skin glistening and glowing in the sun.

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Frank couldn't help but feel at ease as he set up camp with his daughter. He poked and tickled back as they rested between all the work, sometimes giving chase after her. Blowing kisses and winking back at her with a smile. He felt like he was really connecting with her more then they ever really had before. He really couldn't help but notice how, well , bendy she seemed to have gotten. He was amazed at how she seemed to just be able to bend over and not throw her back out. Though each time her noticed he become less interested about how bendable she was and more aware of her spacious bottom. She really had taken after her mother. He tried to not look but it always seemed that he was in a spot that he had an easy view.

He was slowly becoming aware that he was staring at her now. He shook his head as he set up the last bits of the fire pit, taking a seat on a folding chair. He was sweated through his shirt now, the heat getting to him as he drank some water. he looked over as Samantha stood next to him, just as sweaty as he was. She really did look like her mother, the way her skin glistened in the sun. _No, no. I shouldn't be thinking that. She's my daughter and just happens to look like her mother._ He looked out at the lake, the breeze cooling him. "Want to go for a swim now that all the work is done? I hope you packed a swim suit at least to wear during the day so you're not all out there for the world to see. I'm going to though, water looks great." Getting up and heading to the small tent where he had his their bags of clothes in. Changing out of his sweat Soaked ones into his swimsuit as carefully as he could while sitting down.

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While it was tempting to start skinny dipping right away, Samantha reminded herself again to take things slowly. In any case, she came prepared. The teen waited just a moment or two to let her father find his things, then scooted into the tent around and behind him. "Move aside, old man." She reached for a bikini in her own backpack and started pulling her shorts down and top off. This way, the two of them could change back to back.

All done, Samantha climbed out of the tent after her father. She stood with her hands at her hips, carrying most of her weight on one leg. It was a natural pose, but highlighted her curves. She had round hips, a narrow waist and large breasts that defied gravity. The bikini was red, near pink; perhaps a little small. Other than her skin being a little pale, she looked like a model. But not the skinny variety; more the type that pose as much without clothes as on.

"I'm ready!" She grinned and took her father's hand, dragging him down to the bank. Walking barefoot, she took careful steps not to put weight down on any sharp rocks.

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Frank smiled as she tried to push him aside. "Who you calling an old man kid?" He asked as he put his shorts on while gently prodding her with his elbow. He crawled out of the tent, stretching as he did. He still couldn't believe the view of the lake they had from here. The sound of Samantha crawling from the tent made him turn his head to her as she came out. She looked gorgeous in the bikini she had chosen. Though his eyes couldn't help but stray as he wondered if the bikini was slightly small on her, or that she had chosen something that would make her figure look so nice. His heart swelled with pride knowing that some lucky man was going marry his daughter. Though not before getting a pass from him.

"That seems a bit small honey. Maybe when we get back you should go shopping for a new one that fits?" He asked, before she took his hand and started towards the bank. "Careful now, the lake isn't going anywhere." Carefully stepping out of any rocks or twigs. As they neared the waters edge, the gravel and sand started to cool down where the water lapped at the bank. "Feels good already and we haven't even gotten in it yet!" He said as he crept towards the water. The water sent a refreshing chill down his spine as his feet were covered. "Cmon, what are you waiting for? The waters nice today." he said pulling at her hand. Gently kicking a little water at her.

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Samantha had been leading the way from the tent, but now her father was pulling her along. The water was cold and not so inviting now, even she knew she'd get accustomed to it, once she had been fully submerged a few moments. She shrieked from the spray and realized waiting would just make it worse. A few more steps, a little deeper, and she let herself glide fully in taking a few breast strokes.

She adjusted just like she knew she would and everything felt wonderful. Threading water for a few seconds she let herself sink fully underneath the surface, before coming out with her head and stroking her hair back "Oh this is just wonderful, daddy!" Samantha swam close to him, giggling. Her face was all joy.

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Carefully Frank swam out after. Laying back in the water and floating a bit, basking in the warm sunlight and cool water. He laughed as she came up, only her hair was everywhere on her face. Despite the fact she was all grown up, she was still his silly little girl. Slowly he sank to be like she was, just a head bobbing above the water.

"I know sweety. This was such a great idea. Just the two of us to enjoy this time together here." He said, as his hands went out and tickled her under the water. Poking here and there as he did and followed after her. "Oh c'mon honey, whats wrong? Don't like a little tickling?"

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Samantha giggled again and splashed water at father to help her play escape. After a few strokes she turned under water only to resurface right in front of him. Her cute face just in front of his; white teeth bared in a hearty smile that you could die for; eyes shining with love of life.

She put her hands on his shoulders than suddenly tried to shift her weight over his, so that she could push him under the surface. Samantha played and laughed, wrestled and splashed, tickled and giggled. At one point, embracing her father from behind, she whispered in his ear. "I'm hungry!"

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Frank swam and ducked as they swam about. Letting her push him under, he came back to the surface with a smile. Feeling her wrap around him made him pause for a second. His attention suddenly aware of the fact of how her body was pressing into him in a most delightful way. He shook his head for a second, making it look like he had water in his eyes. "hungry huh? Well We did bring some hot dogs to make on a fire. But I think I'll help you get to the bank faster." He said twisting around inadvertently rubbing his body against her breasts as he did.

He grabbed her by the waist and tossed her up out of the water, making her fall back a few feet in the deep water near the shore. As she surfaced again, he called out, "Race you to the shore. Loser has to gather fire wood!" Starting to swim slightly faster. He knew he could win, but instead let her win by a hair. "Well looks like you're the fish in the family sweety." Carefully they made their way to the shore, frank looking for things to burn. Soon enough they had a fire to warm themselves and dry off.

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Samantha was a bit cold when she came out of the water. Her skin had tiny little goosebumps and her nipples were harder and more elongated than she'd ever felt them before. They were quite visible through the thin fabric of her bikini top. The bikini bottom did little to hide anything, so Samantha put the shorts back on as well. Something should be left for the imagination. For now.

Soon she was preparing their meal by the campfire, sitting close to her darling dad. She ate heartily and had something to drink. Then she just cuddled close and stared into the flames. One of her feet shifted over one of his and she let the back of her calf stroke up along his, up to his knee.

The sky was slowly darkening, but it was still fairly early. She leaned back on her elbows, a move that emphasized her bosom. For some reason, the nipples remained hard. "That was fun."

[User] As they sat around the fire, Frank just listened to the fire and the insects as they started to sing their late night chorus. Everything was perfect. The hot dogs were good, and his wonderful daughter had enjoyed the first day of the camping trip. He tried to keep the fire nice and big so they wouldn't be too cold when the sun started to set. Sitting back as she cuddled close made him feel at peace. Nothing could be more perfect in that moment. "You feel freezing." Trying to not stare at her breasts that seemed to strain at her bikini top now. "Don't you want to get a sweater or something to put on?"

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Samantha obviously knew that her breasts attracted attention. Most, if not all girls, know when guys look at them; or if they're doing the opposite, making sure not to look. No matter how subtle men think they are. "Maybe later. I'm good for now." She replied, chewing on her lower lip for a moment. "As long I'm not distracting you too much. I seem to be in a bit of a state."

She sent him another loving smile. "Daddy? Can I ask you something? It's a guys and girls kinda question." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "Guys obviously like looking at girls, especially their breasts and their butts. Do they have a favorite? I mean... what do you like the best? Breasts or butts?"

It was obvious she wasn't going to be disappointed either way, being perfectly stacked in both areas.

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Frank shifted nervously at his daughters words. He didn't like the fact she knew he was trying not to stare, though asking her to put on a sweater or such probably told her too. "Well, I just thought that you'd be more comfortable with something on. It's not that it's distracting... it's..." Before stopping as he realized he was digging himself deeper.

"Sure honey." Her mother had already had the talk with her a long time ago, but any questions she still had he would try to answer. "Well sweetie, I---uhh. Well." Tripping over his words at the unexpected question. "Well, honey I prefer breasts more, but I like butts as much too. Why do you ask sweetie?"

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"I don't know." Samantha replied. "I guess I'm just curious. I'm still your little girl, but it'd be nice getting to know another side of you. The man, that you are." She continued to rub their lower legs together. "Well, you can look at my breasts all you want." her tone was half-serious, but still serious. "Well, even if you have to pretend they're not mine. You can rank them on a scale of... amazing to perfection." She said with playful pride.

"Actually, I'm getting a little colder." She jumped to her feet and got a blanket, which she draped around her father's neck. Then, sitting down right in front of him, leaning back into his arms, he could wrap the blanket around them both. "Can I ask you something else?" She took his arms and wrapped them around her bare belly underneath the blanket. Her bottom pushed back against his crotch.

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Frank was confused at her actions. She'd suddenly gone from asking kind of okay questions to incredibly not appropriate ones. "Amazing to perfection? Honey I'm your father, I'm not going to look at them and I'm not going to rate them. Fathers and daughters don't do that." Trying to shuffle his legs about, only causing then to rub against hers without getting what he wanted.

He sighed when she gotten up to get something to cover herself. What had gotten into her? This wasn't at all like her usual self. The blanket being thrown over him brought him back from his thoughts. He'd always been a heater, and she loved to cuddle to him when it was cold. Letting her sit against him as he drew it around then.

He was suddenly very aware of how she'd scored her bottom against him. It pressed into his crotch more pleasantly then it should have. "What's that, honey?" Distracted with trying to figure out what was going on, letting his hands lay on her stomach her skin very smooth to his hands.

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Samantha looked at the flames, enjoying the moment. It wasn't like she was perfectly confident that she'd get what she wanted. Hell, for all she knew, her father would be enraged or disgusted by the things she had on her mind. Their camping trip could be cut short and their relationship ruined forever.

"I'm sorry, daddy." She said after a while. "Can you blame a girl for crushing on her handsome daddy?" She turned her head back and up so she could give him a little disarming kiss on the cheek. "I'm a teen, you know. All raging with hormones and stuff. I guess I'd just thought it'd be nice to know if you found me as attractive as I find you. I liked watching you chop that wood before. All those sweaty muscles bulging..."

She smiled shyly then turned her eyes back to the fire. "I was hoping I could satiate some of my curiosity about sex, by talking about naughty stuff with you. There's only so much a girl can learn watching stuff on the Internet..."

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His mind raced as he tried to think of something to say that wouldn't sound like he was playing into her hand. He wanted to avoid this as much as possible, but he didn't want her to get hurt by going to someone else with her questions. He nodded sightly as he agreed with her. "I guess I can't chose how you show your love for daddy can I?" He asked, sighing. blushing at her slight kiss. "I mean, your mother is beautiful and you are following her clearly in looks. Though that's where it ends sweety, you just look a lot like her and that's what I love about you. Are little baby is growing up to be just like us."

Frank's mind traveling back to his wife and when they had met, how they had fucked like bunnies and never gotten tired. It wasn't the same now, but he did wish that they had the same energy as they had then. "I guess I could answer some questions if you want me to. Pass some time before we head to bed. Though I wouldn't trust the stuff you see on the internet. Sure it looks fun, but some of those positions..." He trailed off, realizing what he was saying and stopping himself. Though, it wasn't like she intended to do anything with him. Just curiosity!

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"Those positions are probably hard for you... old timer. Not for me." Samantha joked. She was happy. Her father's words were reassuring. He wasn't going to disown her or anything, even if she showed her love in her own way.

She smiled, happy that she could ask him something naughty. Very very subtly she pushed her bottom back against him and relaxed again. So gently that there was no way he could tell it was on purpose. She repeated the motion every few seconds.

"Okay... so what positions do you like then?" She turned her head again to look up at him. Her mouth was close to his neck and she was tempted to kiss him there, but she didn't.

[User] Frank laughed slightly at her calling her an old timer. "Don't get it twisted, I was your age when I started trying them. You'd have to ask your mother about that though." He hadn't thought about anything like this in awhile, and it took him a few seconds. "Well, They're all fun really. Some of them are better for one of the people involved but not both, not saying the other isn't enjoying it. One of my favorites though would be from behind and pulling hair. Something about it just lights my fire." His mind going to some faint memories and then coming back, his body stirring ever so slightly. "That and just normal missionary really. Basic is something that never seems to get old when you're tired." Trying to deflect getting too in depth on the things he'd done.