She's Such A Tease - Accidental Desires Pt. 6
#6 of She's Such A Tease
Skyler was fed up. These past couple days had been a complete mindfuck. It was like a fucked up dream and it was driving him to the brink of insanity. He definitley wanted to fuck the brains out of Professor Fynx and it seemed as though since he had discovered her past occupation as a porn-star, she had been almost daring him to. To add onto that, Ryan had definitley been hiding something from him. He wondered if it was because of their recent encounter. Thinking of Ryan's hard cock pounding his ass in addition to the visions of Fynx fingering her dripping slit still stuck in his head put a sweat on his brow and made his blood rush downwards.
He slipped into the bathroom of the dorm and locked the door. Ryan had ditched near the middle of Fynx's class and never came back and he didn't want to be caught again... or did he? He unlocked the door but kept it closed. Maybe he did want another round with Ryan. He cranked up the hot water dial on the shower and shed his clothes revealing his almost-erect cock. Skyler stroked himself hard, watching in the bathroom mirror until the shower had heated up. He stepped under the warm flow of water and let it rush down over him. He set the shower head to a vibrating massage setting that sent rough pulsations of water cascading down onto a very targeted area about the size of a silver dollar. Skyler turned his hind end towards the stream and, bracing himself against the opposite wall with one arm and grabbing his dick with the other, he lifted his tail and let his asshole take a firm stream from the showerhead. As he beat himself off he kept the corner of his eye on the door, secretly hoping that Ryan would "accidentally" catch him. He envisioned Ryan's eyes looking into his as he sucked his cock. He didn't bother biting his lip, he started panting loudly as he beat himself off to the thought of his best friend slamming his cock in and out of him. He moaned loudly and he froze and threw his head back as the combination of water pummelling his tailhole and him relentlessly pulling his cock made him spurt a hard wave of jizz into the water pooling below. Skyler felt his body relax immediately after his orgasm... But once that haze began to fade and he realized as he lathered himself that he had just jerked off hoping his best friend would catch him and fuck him in the ass. This only made him realize with even more melancholy how fucking weird his life was getting. Skyler decided to do what he always did when his head got in a mess. He was going out to his favorite underground club. He tried to scrub himself clean of the recent weirdness and stepped out of the shower to get changed. The club was in a seedy part of the far side of the city but the place didn't get a really good crowd going until nine or ten. He had plenty of time to get ready.
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Arabelle drove, white-knuckling the steering wheel, to the motel Ryan had instructed. She was grinding her teeth and her heart was beating like a drum. She had no idea what he had in for her this time, but she knew it was bound to be even more demeaning than their recent encounter in the staff showers. She pulled off of the highway onto a side road and into the motel parking lot. The place gave off a creepy Norman-Bates kind of vibe. Ironically, the room number he had chosen was 69. It was right next to a blocked off service entrance. The door opened with a swish across the bad shag carpet and a dank odour of mildew seeped from the musty motel room. She thought she also detected a hint of something else, pot?
"Ryan's definitley been in here." she thought to herself. On the bed was an outfit laid out for her. It was a black pleather corset fastened with thick, metal buckles and the shortest red pleather skirt she had ever seen. She wasn't sure quite why she deserved to be in this situation, but she saw no way around it... and for some obscure reason, she kind of liked it. She slid into the skimpy outfit, she looked to the mirror to admire the way it fit snugly around her midsection, making her already large breasts look even more voluptuous. There was a creak and Arabelle whipped around to find the source.
"Hello, pet." Ryan said emerging from behind the room divider.
"Ryan..." Arabelle gasped in shock. She recieved a slap in the face.
"You will call me 'Master'." He told her as she raised a paw to rub her stinging cheek. Arabelle looked up at him with fiery spite in her eyes. "We have to get rid of some of that spark." Ryan said with a smug grin. "By the end of the night, we'll see if you've got any fight left in you." He pushed her by the shoulder into a kneeling position and fastened a pair of tight leather cuffs around her wrists. He linked the leather cuffs to a long chain which he secured around the bedpost. The rig allowed her to move, but only to the perimeter of the bed. "I bought you a present." He mocked, pulling out a red leather collar. He removed the necklace from around her neck and fastened the tag to the collar and he placed the collar around her neck. "That looks much better." He grinned.
"Thank you, Master." She said. Something inside her almost meant it. He flipped her onto the bed on her stomach, pinning her hands beneath her. He took down her panties slowly, dragging his fingers down her thighs. She uttered a slight moan of anticipation. Her slit was already dripping. He had left her restless in the showers, she hoped he would give her the release she wanted so badly, yet hated herself for wanting. He freed her from her panties and reached between her legs and firmly flicked her throbbing clit. She let out a loud moan as he ran his finger around the lips of her drenched pussy.
He licked her juices off his fingers. She tasted of raspberries from the flavoured douching kit he had given her earlier. He reached into the nightstand drawer and Arabelle heard a metallic clanking and felt cold steel against her skin. Ryan locked the chastity belt firmly into place and tugged on it to test it's strength. "Oh, God no!" Arabelle thought as she realized what she had been fitted with and she let out a whimper.
Ryan flipped her onto her back so she was looking straight into his eyes as he stood above her. "You're going to have alot of visitors tonight." He said walking to the nightstand and placing down several, almost thirty, shotglasses. "We need to make sure you're at the top of your game if you're going to be a good pet. Practice makes perfect."
From somewhere beneath them, the floor began vibrating. Dance music could be heard faintly while the bass thumped at the floor. Ryan looked at the clock. It was eight and he had to get downstairs to the rave club hidden beneath the motel to start offering his pet's services to the public. He left the motel room without another word to Arabelle and headed down the service entry into a mist of fake smog and barrage of strobe lights and techno music.
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There was already a fair crowd here, his pet would surely be broken by the end of the night. He spotted a group of young, goth-looking furs at the bar and decided to start his advertisments here......