Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2014 23:12:11 -0700 From: Nanaimo Hard Subject: Tasha's Master (bi) (All events portrayed are fictional, if you like what you've read, write me at nanaimo_hard@hotmail.ca. Additional parts to this story depend on feedback, so, be sure to write if you liked it!) Tasha was 15 when she went to the house. She was blonde haired, blue eyed, petite...and a little plump. Not unattractively so to most people, however high schoolers are not most people. The average female high schooler is an unrelenting harpy, and the average male attendee is far too focused on the more attractive counterparts. It was the previous night while surfing online that she found out about this house. Supposedly, the person who lived there could work miracles for girls like Tasha. And now, just as the sun was setting, she knocked on the door. After less than a minute, it opened to reveal a man in his mid thirties. "Hello. Can I help you?" "I hope so." Tasha whispered, staring at her feet. "I see." She looked up at him to see him smiling kindly at her. "Please come in." As he closed the door behind her, she heard the deadbolt slide gently home. "Follow me." He led Tasha into an enclosed room with dark curtains hanging down. "Please stand there." he gestured to the center of the room, while he moved to a chair and sat. Tasha followed his instructions, and awaited his next words. "So am I to assume that you don't feel good about yourself?" "N-no, sir, I don't. I hate myself. I'm fat and ugly." "Bullshit." he pronounced flatly. "Do you have some scars or something under your clothes? A disfigurement I can't see?" "N...no..." Tasha stared at the floor again. "Well, prove it to me." Tasha's eyes snapped upwards in surprise. "Take off your clothes." She hesitated. The instructions she'd read online had said to do whatever he said without question, but she still felt nervous. Nevertheless, she knew that she had to listen. She started pulling her sweatshirt over her head, exposing her bra containing her largish breasts. Then she undid her jeans, letting them drop to the floor, and stepping out of them. She saw him stand up and start to circle her, examining her. "You have such lovely, pale skin." Looking at her underthings, "No wonder you don't feel good. If you want to feel sexy, you should dress sexy." Tasha blushed furiously. "Now the rest, please." Tasha didn't hesitate this time, shucking her bra and panties. He circled her again. "You have a lovely ass, my dear. You'd benefit from wearing a thong or g-string." Moving around to the front of her now, "Your nipples are very sexy. Your bush could use a trim, but that's not a big priority. Bend over and touch your toes now." Tasha couldn't quite because of her tummy, but he seemed pleased with the results. "Yes, a very lovely ass. And the way your pussy pokes out is adorable, too." He moved back to the chair and sat down again. Tasha stood there, nude, waiting for a moment or two before he spoke again. "How do you feel?" "Better..." Tasha whispered. "I mean in general." She hesitated only a moment before answering. "Nervous. Scared." "Don't. You're a gorgeous young woman. Do you want me to prove it to you?" "I...." Tasha swallowed nervously. "Come with me." He took her hand and led her from the room. Eventually they reached a walk-in closet. "Find something in your size, then come back to the living room." Tasha looked around the room. He was testing her somehow, she felt. She did feel better about herself, having this older man compliment her body. She also felt a quaking between her legs from being exposed in front of him. There were dresses, full outfits, and in the corner a collection of lingerie and panties. On a hunch, she rifled through the panties until she found a black lace g-string. She slid it up her legs, snugged it in place. And then Tasha returned to the room. He was sitting in the chair, and smiled when she entered the room. "Turn around, let's take a look." Tasha did a slow spin. "Amazing. Simply amazing." "Thank you." "What is your name?" he stood up again. "Tasha, sir." "Tasha, do you like being exposed in front of me?" "Yes, sir." she whispered. "Do you want me to touch you?" "Yes...." she gasped. One of his hands reached out and gently squeezed one of her breasts. Tasha moaned in response. "You like that, do you?" "Yessssss....." Tasha's eyes were closed as she gasped it out. "Bend over again." She was powerless to resist his command, and felt his hands caressing her bare cheeks on either side of the g-string. The hands squeezed hard, briefly. "Such a sexy girl." she heard him sigh, as he pulled the panties off her. Tasha's breathing came quick and heavy now. She felt him press his face into her ass, and something...his tongue?...flashed across her pussy. She came instantly. Her legs buckled, and she felt him hold her up as her body quaked. "You're really dying for it, aren't you?" he laughed, not unkindly. As her orgasm subsided, he went back to work on her from behind, rubbing her virgin clit while he pushed his tongue deeply into her. Before too long, Tasha's second orgasm hit, then a third. When he unexpectedly pushed a finger into her butt, the strongest one yet caused her to scream with delight. "I had a feeling you'd like that. Most girls who come see me are anal lovers, even if they don't know it yet." Tasha's trembling body sank to the floor, and through glazed eyes she saw him standing there above her, naked himself now. He was slowly stroking a large, thick cock, maybe 8 inches long. She saw how muscular he was now with his clothes off, and her body trembled even more as she imagined what he might do to her. He smiled down at her. "I bet you want this, don't you?" he gave his cock a shake. Tasha could only nod. "Say it." "I want it..." Tasha whispered, voice choked with lust. "If you want it, then you belong to me. Every girl who comes through that door belongs to me. You'll meet others eventually. Is that what you want?" Tasha's eyes went wide, not expecting this. Then again, she hadn't been sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't this. "Don't think about it too long." his smile started to fade. "I want to be owned." Tasha decided, and blushed. She felt both ashamed and yet pleased by admitting it. His smile returned. "To you, I am master or sir, is that understood?" "Yes, master." "You learn quickly. I like that." "Thank you, sir..." Tasha was still whispering, unable to help it. "Very good. Now open your sweet little mouth." As she opened wide, he began sliding his cock in. She could barely fit half of it in, as he began sliding in and out against her tongue and lips. "I had a feeling about you, Tasha." he grunted as he fucked her virgin mouth. "That you would be a good little girl for me." Just as her mouth and throat began to relax around his thickness, he pulled away, a stream of precum and spit trailing between them. "Now, get on your hands and knees." "Yes, master..." Tasha didn't know how to feel. On the one hand, she was being ordered around. On the other, he was obviously immensely turned on by her and not every plump high school girl could claim to have a sexy adult man be so attracted to her. Once in position, he gently adjusted her pose slightly so that her round ass was further in the air. "Now Tasha, my sweet little girl. I know you want me to fuck you. So I want you to beg me to." She was slightly taken aback, but didn't take long to respond. "Please sir, fuck me. I need it so badly..." "And where do you want me to fuck you?" "In my pussy, sir." Tasha knew that some girls called it that, she never had before, but was willing to for him. "Say `Please'." he ordered, and gave her ass a slap. It wasn't hard, but it felt good. "Please sir, fuck my virgin pussy." Tasha managed to gasp out. "No. I think I'll fuck this hole instead." and with that, she felt his cock start to force its way inside her ass. Tasha yelped with surprise and some pain as her asshole stretched to fit around him. That slight pain soon gave way to intense pleasure and she found herself grinding back against him. "I knew you'd love having your little butthole fucked." Master grunted, his speed increasing. "T-thank you, sir...." Tasha panted. "Do you belong to me?" "Yes, Master..." Tasha was moaning heavily now. "Are you going to cum for me, little girl?" "YesssssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Tasha's moan became a scream as her latest orgasm hit her body like a freight train. He pulled out of her and circled back around to her face, and he gently pulled her hair back so her face was tilted up. "Open your mouth." She did and was rewarded with his cum suddenly filling her mouth. "Swallow it." Tasha was only too happy to obey. "Now you belong to me." Tasha's new master smiled down at her. "You'll find I'm a good owner. You are to come back tomorrow. Dress sexy, and trim your bush for me. No sweatshirts." "O-okay, sir." "You can keep the g-string, but I expect you to be wearing something new tomorrow. Come by once you've picked something out. Understood?" "Yes, master." Tasha felt pleased that she'd made him shoot so much cum. She would be back for sure.