Not Done Yet - Part 5

Not Done Yet - Part 5 Not Done Yet - Part 5

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lisa is having to make a big decision. She loves being taught by her dominant, Bert. But will she love being taken by his partner, her boss, the same?

Summary

Lisa is having to make a big decision. She loves being taught by her dominant, Bert. But will she love being taken by his partner, her boss, the same?

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Submitted: December 23, 2013

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Submitted: December 23, 2013

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Not Done Yet - Part 5

 

Still holding me tightly to his chest, Bert whispers, “Lisa?”

 

“Humm?”  My mind still blank.

 

“Why did you just ask me about E.J.?  I was really surprised by it at that particular moment.”

 

I whisper in a childlike voice, shrugging my shoulders, “I don’t know.”

 

“Are you okay with my answer about our sharing?”

 

I shrug again, “I don’t know; maybe.”

 

Bert wraps his arms tighter around me and places his lips to the top of my head and releases a long sigh. “That’s all I need for now, baby.”

 

Jumping up and holding out his hand. “Come on Lisa, let’s get up.  I am going to take my beautiful sub out for a decent breakfast…or more like lunch now, I guess.”

 

Rolling my eyes, I rise up and look at him face to chest. “But my clothes…”

 

“Go get them and if you don’t mind wearing them for a short time, I’ll take you home first so you can change.”

 

“Okay, but can we stop by Marconie’s so I can get my car too?”

 

“We’ll do that later.”

 

“But…”

 

“I said we will do that later!”  He frowns at me.

 

I strut back to the bedroom and shuffle through the pile of clothes; his pants and underwear, my jeans with the panties still inside, my bra, my shirt.  I shake out the jeans, they aren’t too bad, but my shirt is a wrinkled mess. I unbutton Bert’s shirt which is now dry and go to hang it up in his closet.  I open the door and stare aghast; fuck, this thing is bigger than my living room! Why does a single guy need all this fucking closet space? And the clothes, a jumble of mixed up shirts, tees, suit coats, pants. I sigh.  How does he find anything?  I rustle through and finally find a hangar and cover it with the shirt. Where the hell am I going to find room to squeeze it in?  I turn and out of the corner of my eye I see Bert leaning against the closet doorframe; arms crossed over his chest.  He says sternly as he grabs the hangar and tosses it on the floor, “You need to organize this closet.”

 

“Me?  Why me?”  I question with a surprising chuckle.

 

“Because, I said so.” He responds curtly

 

“I…I…am not…”

 

“Are you arguing with me Lisa?”  He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow along with the corners of his lips.

 

“No, I just…”

 

Smiling, Bert pushes himself off the doorframe and walks quickly towards me.  He grabs my arm firmly and practically drags me to the bed.  He sits down and pulls me down over his lap.  SMACK!  SMACK! SMACK!  My breath hitches but I do not cry out.  It burns but not quite as intense as last time.  SMACK! SMACK!  Bert starts softly rubbing his hands over the redden areas that now cover my buttocks and upper thighs.  I moan.

 

“Lisa, you simply are not to argue with me. Understand?”  SMACK!

 

Breathlessly I respond, “Yes sir.”

 

“Good Girl.”  He continues to massage the tingles that not only cover my backside but now extend between my crevices.  He turns his hand sideways and runs it down the crevice, slithering his fingers like an eel as he goes. Bending down he whispers in my ear, “I love how wet you get when I spank you.”  With his hand still sideways, he does the eel crawl back and forth spreading the mixture of cum and pussy juice over my anus, my vaginal orifice, down to my clitoris.  “Relax baby and close your eyes. I want you to think of E.J doing this to you. Think of him enjoying you like I do.”  His baby finger rims my tight anal opening, pressing more firmly with each rotation.  Slowly he slides it in as he pushes the next two fingers fast and hard into my vagina.  I wince, still swollen and sore from our earlier romps.  SMACK!  I jerk and feel myself tense up around his now fully inserted fingers. He is pushing them together as he starts to pump them in and out quickly

 

“Hold still sweetheart and relax, trust me, you will enjoy it much more.”  I take a deep breath and try to relax. Would E.J. really want to do this to me?

 

He shifts his hand slightly forward and pushes his index finger firmly on my now swollen, rigid and extended clitoris.  Between his thumb and index finger he starts to rub the inner labia around, pushing and pulling on it.  He suddenly stops the pumping of his fingers in my vagina and anus and now just moves his whole hand in a shaking, swirling, vibrating motion creating a tornado in my pelvis.  I clasp my one arm around his leg and reach for the bed with my other to steady myself.  My legs are now rigidly extended out behind me; splayed to their fullest extent. I am panting uncontrollably and I can feel my own heartbeat bounce off Bert’s lap.  My whole body quakes as the tornado runs wild through it.  Bert quickly stops the vibrating motion of his hand.  I groan and go flaccid.  “Bert please… I…beg… please don’t stop.”

 

“Get up!” he growls.

 

I hold still, having no clue what is happening.

 

SMACK!  “Damn it Lisa, do as I say; NOW!” He reaches under my upper chest with one arm at the same time pushing on the back of my knees with the other and slides me so that I am kneeling to the side of his bent legs.  I look up at him with questioning eyes.  In a soft gentle voice, “Baby, I need you to listen to me and do as I say. Once we have set all our limits, you are to do everything I ask, without question.  I know what you want.  I know what a spanking does for you.  I just proved it to you.

 

“But Bert…” Bert’s eyes widen with anger and his forehead crinkles. I shutter and murmur, “Oh God, I am sorry, sir.  I don’t mean to argue or question you…it’s just that I need…”

 

His face instantly softens and he turns and clasps his palms to my cheeks.  “Trust me, I do know what you need, but that is going to have to wait a while.  Leaving you in this state of frustration will keep your mind on what I want from you.  I will teach you as we go; little by little.  But if you argue or question every little thing, we will get nowhere fast.

 

“Would E.J. do this to me?”  I ask with a straight face.

 

After contemplating my question, Bert replies, “Probably not.  But it is not E.J. who will give you the domination you & I want.  I need to teach you what we both need to make this work.  I know this is hard to understand right now, but in due time you will come to agree with me.  E.J. is more physical, I am more mental.”

 

I cover my mouth but I cannot hold back a gale of laughter, “More mental, really?  My vulva and my ass are so sore right now and you say you are more mental?  Maybe I need to reconsider considering being with the more physical one!”

 

Bert starts laughing also.  He shakes his head. “Okay, let me put it another way. I want to teach you.  He wants to take you.”

 

With a blank face I just stare at him.  “Lisa, you said you trust me, you are mine.  I cherish that more than you will ever know.  I will never let anyone hurt you.  I promise my life on that.  Now, go get dressed but leave your bra and panties here.”  He helps me to a standing position but I can barely make it upright.  The turmoil in my pelvic area is almost unbearable and the immense wetness is now running down both thighs with small drips escaping onto the carpet.  Bert reaches down and scoops a large amount of the cum mixture onto his fingers and, drawing them to his lips, he licks a little of it off.  He then places his fingers to my lips, nodding for me to do the same. I take a small lick but Bert quickly pushes all his fingers deep into my mouth.  “Suck them clean, baby.”  I do so without arguing or questioning - not that I could, with a mouthful of cum covered fingers in there!  Bert grabs my hand and pulls it down between my legs; he scoops up some more cum mixture with my fingers.  As he raises my hand to his mouth he smiles slyly, “Maybe we’ll just eat breakfast right here.” He sucks strongly and licks fiercely.  I let out a contented moan.

 

Bert chuckles and slowly pulls my fingers out of his mouth at the same time pulling his fingers from mine.  “I hope you are enjoying all of this as much as I am.”  He stares deeply into my eyes searching.  I nod.  “Good, now let’s get dressed so I can get some food into you.  Women don’t live on coffee and cum alone.

 

With my head slightly cocked, I answer shyly, “I think I could.”

 

“Good God, my sweet one, you never cease to surprise the shit out of me!”  As he sits back down on the bed he points, “Now go over and pick up your clothes but I want you to do it nice and slow for me. A creeping warmth crawls over me, as I bend over slowly to pick up my jeans, relieved to see I can grab my shirt at the same time.  I stand up giving it my best sultry move and turn to head to the bathroom when Bert stops me.  “Where do you think you’re going?”

 

Frustrated, I stop and turn to look at him. “Bert, I need to clean up a little.”

 

“No!”  Your jeans are already dirty and now I want to see them wet.”  Teasingly, “I like my little girl all wet and dirty for me.”

 

I gaze at him for a moment; realizing how much his words are turning me on even more.  Why do I want to be his wet, dirty, little girl so very much?  Standing there naked, my hair an unruly mess, no makeup, my eyes slightly red from the crying, my pussy lips swollen, my tits still hard and elongated from the earlier abuse, and sliding down my legs is a thick gooey mess that seems never ending.  I have never felt sexier standing in front of a man, this dominant man, in my entire life.  I’m his – completely.

 

“Bert?  Can I ask you something?”

 

Now flustered, “Fuck Lisa, I already told you, you can ask me anything!”

 

I get haughty. “Well I don’t want you to think I am arguing or questioning your authority or anything SIR, but…I gotta go pee again…bad.”

 

Staring wide eyed for a second then breaking out in a hardy laugh, he points permissively to the bathroom, “Go, but wipe only where necessary, I want your jeans wet.”

 

I snicker and turn briskly, needing to rush now.

 

Both dressed: Bert in sand colored khakis and a pale blue polo shirt with cream slip-on boat shoes.  I struggle to get the too damn tight jeans up my wet legs and over a soaking wet butt; an almost impossible feat.  The shirt – well it will just have to do. I find my heals in the corner by the door.  I place my bra and panties on the bed.  We head to the car.  I wince slightly as I slip onto the seat. I have to shift slightly but the wet jeans on the leather don’t cooperate.  Bert snickers as he starts to drive off.  I whimper, “Why can’t we stop to pick up my car now?”

 

Bret leans over and slides his hands over the wet area of my left thigh.  “Because, my sweet, once you are home, with your car, you may get the idea that you do not have to spend the rest of the day with me.”

 

“Really?  You think I don’t want to spend the day with you?” I ask surprisingly.

 

 “I’m not taking any chances.  You were asking a lot of questions about E.J. this morning.”

 

“Well, you wanted me to imagine E.J. doing those things to me.”

 

“Yes, but I was surprised, AGAIN, at just how wet and excited it made you.”

 

“Is that why you stopped so abruptly?”

 

Turning his head as if to look for a car coming up behind him in the next lane, I hear a faint murmur, “Yes”  Louder now he adds, "But Lisa that was for me.  I want you to concentrate on what we need from this relationship.  I…we have to make this work."  Turning his head again, I softly hear, “we just have to…”

 

Shaking my head, I lean over causing his hand to slide into my crotch. I then cross my right leg tightly over my left leg, effectively trapping his hand. I start to rock my hips in a slow swinging motion; I kiss him on his cheek.  Whispering in his ear “I hope we can make this work too.”  I lean back and close my eyes, my hips now moving feverishly, keeping a tight grip on his hand with my crossed legs.

 

He looks over and smiles.  He turns his hand slightly and I grip even tighter so that my clitoris is getting the full attention it deserves.  The tornado drops down quickly and with a burst of turmoil, I throw my head back.  I come.  My lips are firmly set as I breathe harshly through my nose, my eyes are tightly clamped shut.  Not saying a word or making a sound, I can hear my breathing matching the convulsions in my vagina.  Damn, this is so good.

 

As my lower my head and slow my breathing I hear a quick beep from behind us.  I throw my eyes open and turn to look at Bert who is looking past me with the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.  I turn quickly to see what he finds so interesting behind me. Oh my God, next to us is a car. The man driving is not even trying to hide his wolfish grin, and behind him, sitting next to him in the car, is a woman leaning forward with an envious smile on her face.

 

This time a long blaring honk comes from behind us again and my head flies back around to Bert as he slowly pulls away from the light; he gives a thumbs up to the car next to us.

 

“They…they…saw us… ME!  Couldn’t you have done something?”  I glared.

 

He still has the same shit-eating grin, “No.”

 

“Why?  You could have warned me."

 

“I didn’t want to.”

 

Now perturbed, “Why?”

 

"Because…you weren’t done yet!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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