Let's Be Honest (5 page)

“Well, that’s submissive behavior,” I chuckled.

“Well, if you say so, I guess so. So what now?”

“I’d like to know more about you.
It’s Serena, right?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Yeah.
Parsons. Serena Parsons, and you are?”

“Ead, Erik Ead.” I extended my hand.

She took my hand into hers and squeezed lightly. As she did, she looked up and made eye contact. It wasn’t typical for what I was used to in a woman this age, but submissive behavior set aside, she had a nice polite personality, great posture, and a fabulous body. She was extremely small, but very well proportioned for her size.

“So, you want to go out some time this week?” I asked.

“During the week is bad for me. The weekend, sure,” she responded.

“Weekend it is,” I muttered as I pulled my phone from my back pocket.

“Blackberry, huh?” she laughed, “who carries those things anymore?”

“I hate spending money on phones,” I laughed, “let me get your number.”

The first night we had sex was an interesting one. I was determined to prove to her that she was submissive. I thought as we were driving to the bar after eating of ways to test her submissive limits.

“So, you want to go back to your house?” she asked.

“It’s being remodeled,” I lied, “It’s nowhere near presentable.”

“Well. We could go to my apartment,” she offered.

“Bar or apartment?” I asked.

She looked like she was contemplating her answer.

“Turn on Oliver you remember how to get there?” she asked as she pointed north on Douglas.

“Yes, I remember,” I answered as I turned on Oliver and drove toward her apartment.

I looked around the apartment as I stood in the living room. A chair, love seat, and a sofa were in the fairly large living area. The kitchen was open to the rest of the house, and consisted of a bar style eating area. The bar was littered with four stools.

“Come here,” I said as I walked to the kitchen.

“Excuse me?” she asked.

“Come here, into the kitchen,” I demanded.

She naturally followed right behind me.

“Sit down,” I said as I pointed to the stool I had pulled away from the bar.

“You want me to…”

I interrupted before she finished, “Sit.”

She hoisted herself onto the stool and sat, facing me. She looked curiously into my eyes.

“And?”

“Sit for now. That’s it, let me think,” I said as I looked around the apartment.

“Pull your shirt off. Here, let me help you,” I said.

She raised her arms. I lifted her shirt off of her torso and over her head. I set the shirt on the island and unfastened her bra. As I pulled her bra over her arms, she covered her breasts with her arms.

“Put your arms down,” I said sternly.

“They’re tiny,” she responded.

“They’re sexy.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, quite. Your body is incredible,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”

“Thank you,” she said as she relaxed her arms to her sides.

“Listen. I want you to do certain things for me, Serena. I’m going to ask you to
do things for me, tonight and whenever we see each other, okay?”

She nodded.

“I don’t want you to disappoint me, okay?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she responded.

“That’s a good girl,” I said as I walked behind her.

I placed my hands on her
shoulders and leaned forward. I pulled her hair away from her ear and whispered into it.

“Your skin is perfect - so smooth. Your body, Serena, defines perfection. I’m going to push you,
sexually. Mentally. Do you understand me?” I asked.

She nodded her head slowly as I whispered into her ear.

“Good. You’re making me happy, do you understand?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Serena, I want you to step off the stool and take off your pants, okay? Are you wearing panties?”

She nodded.

“I want you to take off your panties and your pants, and get back on the stool, okay?” I whispered.

She
nodded again, and slid off of the stool onto the floor. She unbuttoned her pants, bent down, and pulled them from her feet. As she stood, she folded them and paced them on the island.

“You’re such a good girl, Serena. Are you cold?” I breathed into her ear.

She shook her head slowly.

I had found out, by this point in time in my sexual experiences, that whispering brought me more favorable results than a demand or even speaking at a soft tone. There’s something about a whisper that’s difficult to argue with.

“I’m going to spin you the other direction, Serena. I don’t want you to turn around, okay?” I whispered into her ear.

She nodded.

I turned the stool to face away from the kitchen, walked to the refrigerator and opened the freezer. Ice. Broccoli. Corn. A large package of chicken breasts. Popsicles.

Popsicles.

I pulled a yellow popsicle from the refrigerator.

I pulled the wrapper and sucked on the
popsicle as I walked back to the stool. As I walked in front of her, I pulled it from my mouth.

“Popsicle
?” I asked as I looked intently at the frozen treat.

She nodded and looked at the floor.

“They’re a great snack, aren’t they? You can eat them all day and satisfy an appetite without getting fat,” I offered as I walked in front of her.

She looked up and smiled, “Yeah, I love them.”

“Spread your legs, Serena,” I said quietly.

Slowly, she moved her thighs apart.

“Use your hands, Serena. Pull your knees apart wide. As wide as you can, I’m going to stick my head in there.”

As soon as she comprehended what I said, she cooed. I knelt down beside her,
popsicle in hand, and began to lick her pussy. As soon as I began to lick, her lips opened like a flower. I licked from bottom to top, flicking my tongue off of her clit as I reached the top of her pussy.

With each stroke of my tongue on
her clit, she would shiver. I pulled my head back slowly and held the popsicle in front of her face. As I lowered it to her legs, she squeezed her thighs together somewhat.

“No, spread them wide,” I said as I lowered the
popsicle.

Pressing against the inside of her knees with her palms, s
he spread her legs again. I lowered the tip of the popsicle to her pussy. Using my left index finger, I began to finger her pussy.

“Close your eyes, and leave them closed. Do you understand?” I whispered, looking up.

She nodded.

I slid my finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy. I slowly pulled it out, and began to massage her clit with the tip of my finger. As I massaged, she wiggled in the chair.

“Hold still, Serena,” I demanded softly.

I pressed the tip of the
popsicle into her pussy. As I did, she gasped, but remained somewhat still. I began to slowly slide it in and out of her pussy as I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

As she began to moan, I pressed my face harder against her clit, pressing it against my upper lip with my tongue. She writhed against my face as I licked and worked the
popsicle in and out of her pussy.

Her labored breathing and arched back indicated an orgasm was imminent.

“Scream Serena,” I pulled my mouth from her clit and looked up.

She opened her eyes momentarily, and looked at me confused.

“When you cum, scream,” I said as I lowered my mouth to her clit.

She began to moan as I methodically licked her clit. I worked the
popsicle inside of her until the stick of it was at her pussy lips.

She bucked her hips and began to scream.

“Oh…..”

“Oh…..”

“I’m….”

“
Ooooohhhh” she said as she relaxed.

I softly pulled my mouth from her pussy and looked up.

“Feel good?” I asked quietly.

She nodded, “Amazing.”

I stood and walked back to the kitchen and opened the freezer. I got two more popsicles, and turned toward her as I tossed the first one in the sink.

“Did the cold bother you?” I asked.

She turned around on the stool, “No. Not really. I liked it after a sec,”

“Did I say you could turn around, Serena? It’s important to me that you pay attention and listen to what I say. Listen and understand,” I said in a quiet
steady tone.

She immediately turned the stool around to face away from me, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”

“That’s okay. It pleases me greatly when you listen.”

She nodded her head sharply.

I walked to the other side of the island with the two popsicles. I slowly unwrapped them each, and handed one to her. “Suck on that for me.”

As she began to suck on the
popsicle, she watched me intently.

“Slide off of the stool, and put your hands on the countertop, Serena,” I said softly as I licked the
popsicle.

She slid off of the stool, and placed her elbows on the countertop. As she spread her legs, she licked the
popsicle.

I pulled her hair away from her face, and whispered into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Serena. You know that, right?”

She nodded.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. With the
popsicle in my mouth, I pressed the head of my cock against her wet pussy. As I removed the popsicle, I slowly forced myself into her extremely tight pussy.

“Oh my God, you’re huge,” she gasped.

“No. Your pussy is tiny. It’s so
tight
,” I said.

“Thanks,” she
laughed, and then gasped as I thrust into her again..

I smiled and shook my head as I slowly forced myself in and out of her wet pussy.
As I did, she grunted and forced her popsicle further into her mouth.

I pulled my
popsicle from my mouth. As I slid my cock slowly in and out, I spread her butt cheeks with my free hand and the knuckles of my hand that held the popsicle. I pressed the tip against her available hole with force just shy of penetrating her.

“Oh God,” she gasped.

I released the tension on her ass, and slowly pressed again.

S
he inched closer to the counter and bent her knees momentarily.

“
Hold still, I’m going to slide it in there, Serena,” I said softly.

She locked her legs.

I pressed the wet popsicle into her ass slowly.

“Oh God.
Oh God,” she shouted as I slid it in and out.

“Feel good?” I asked.

Her head nodded repeatedly onto her popsicle.

Using my right hand, I fucked her ass with the
popsicle as I worked my cock in and out of her tiny pussy. With each stroke, she grunted and groaned. As I felt her pussy contract on my shaft, I slapped her ass lightly.

“
Oooohhh,” she screamed.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” I demanded.

“Oh. Oh, okay. When?’ she asked.

“Now,” I said.

“Now?” she asked.

“Yes, hand me your popsicle,” I said.

She handed me her popsicle. It was about half dissolved in length and girth. I continued to slide my cock in and out of her pussy and held my popsicle in her ass.

“Now,” I said as I began to work the
popsicle into her ass.

As I did, she began to moan. I slid the
popsicle she had provided me between her butt cheeks. I maneuvered it between the popsicle in her ass and my cock. I pressed it against her pussy.

She
yelled.

I pressed harder.

As I forced the popsicle against the top of my cock, it slowly slid into her pussy with my cock  Using both hands, I worked the popsicle and my cock in and out of her pussy in unison. As I did, I slid the popsicle into her ass slowly.

“Now,
and scream when you cum, Serena,” I demanded.

“I….I….” she
cried.

“Now, Serena,”
I demanded.

“I…”

“Now!”

“Oh…”

“Oh…God. Oh…”

“Now.”

“I…I…Oh…Oh.”

“Cum you little slut,”
I whispered harshly.

“Oh God.”