Chapter 3 C3

When Mary got home, she was so excited that she could barely contain herself. She went upstairs and took a shower. She didn't even bother to dry off. She threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Then she sat down at her computer and started texting.

"Hi!"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm home."

"Are you alone?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to call you in a bit."

"Okay."

She waited for a few minutes. Then she heard her phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby."

"Oh, hi. I'm home."

"Yeah, I know. I'm downstairs."

"Okay. I'm waiting for you. I'm wearing a skirt and a blouse. I'm also wearing stockings and high heels. I'm sitting at the table. I'm drinking wine. I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"Okay."

"I'm thinking about you."

"Me, too."

"I'm thinking about what you're wearing. I'm picturing you naked. I'm imagining what you look like."

"I'm getting wet."

"I'm touching myself. I'm rubbing my clit. I'm fingering my pussy. I'm playing with my tits. I'm squeezing my nipples. I'm moaning. I'm squirming. I'm writing. I'm rolling my hips. I'm riding the waves. I'm cuming. Ohhh! Fuck me harder, baby. Push your cock inside me. Harder. Give it to me hard. Yes, yes, yesssss... Ahhhhhh..."

Mary came again as she listened to him. His words made her feel sexy. It gave her butterflies in her stomach. It caused her pussy to tingle. It made her want him more than ever before. She wanted to be with him forever. Mary had never felt this way about another man. This was different. He was special.

***

He walked into the kitchen and saw her there. She looked amazing. Her hair was done up nicely. A little makeup accentuated her features. She wore a long pleated skirt that reached just above her knees. The hemline of the skirt fluttered in the breeze from an open window. It was white. White blouses were very popular back then. She had one tucked into her skirt. Mary's legs looked incredible. They were toned. Muscular. He loved how they curved outwards towards her feet. He couldn't wait to see them wrapped around him. Her breasts were just as impressive. They were large. They were firm. Yet soft. They were round and perky. He stared at her chest. Mary noticed him staring. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hi," he said.

"You look hot."

"Thanks."

"I love your outfit."

"Thank you. You look good yourself." He nodded. "Where is all your stuff?"

"Oh, I sold most of it."

"Sell? Why?"

"It was old. And expensive. So I decided to sell it."

"I see. That's fine. We've got a lot of work to do."

"Today? Well, I was thinking differently." She came closer and drew him a little forward. She hugged him tightly and kissed him passionately. Their tongues dueled with each other. They held hands and walked to the basement. As he walked down the stairs, John's eyes widened. Mary had transformed her basement into a dungeon. There was a wooden cross at one end of the room. Several chains hung from the ceiling. There were stocks in the corner. A padded bench was set up nearby. There was a chair on the floor. A red leather strap dangled from the ceiling.

John put his bag down next to the bench.

"Stand here," she told him.

Mary walked over to one end. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She dropped it on the floor.

"Do you like my body?" she asked.

"I love it."

"Good. Because I plan to use it often."

"Use it? For what?"

"For pleasure. For punishment. For discipline."

"Wow. You're a fast learner," he said. "This is cool."

"Isn't it?"

Her pubic region was completely bare. Mary smiled.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Let's go."

"Wait. I don't have any lube."

"Don't worry. We'll find some."

They walked over to the shelves. Mary opened the first drawer and pulled out two tubes of lubricant.

"We'll need lots," she said.

"Why?"

"Because this is going to hurt."

"Oh."

Mary poured some lubricant onto her fingers. She rubbed it between her palms. Then she applied it to John's penis.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Hold still."

Mary leaned over him and stroked his dick slowly. She did this for a minute or so. Then she stood up. She turned to face him.

"Now what?" he asked.

"You're going to get fucked."

"What? Now?"

"Yes."

"But you haven't used lube yet."

"Yes. But I'm not going to use it."

"Why not?"

"Because I want to feel your cock."

"What? You can't do that. I mean, you won't be able to take it."

"I know. It will hurt. But I want to try anyway. Do you want me to fuck you without lube?"

"No."

"Then hold still."

Mary began stroking his cock again. She moved her hand in a circular motion. Then she increased the speed. Her strokes became faster and faster. She kept up her pace until John moaned loudly.

"That's it, baby," she said. "Give it to me."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Mary grabbed his cock and jerked it quickly. She pumped her fist rapidly. She continued pumping away. She enjoyed watching his face contort with pain and pleasure. She loved hearing him moan and groan. She loved that his eyes were closed tightly. She loved knowing that he was close to orgasm.

Mary slowed down her strokes. She stopped jerking him. She grabbed his hips firmly. Then she slid his cock deep inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!!!"

She moaned loudly as her body tensed. She shuddered. She shook. She cried out loudly.

John's eyes opened wide. He gasped.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!"

His cock spurted repeatedly. He moaned loudly.

"Oooooohhhhh! Oooooohhhh! Myyyy godddd!!!"

Mary fell forward. She collapsed on top of him.

"Oh, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Mary and John spent the next week together. Every day was filled with sex. They fucked every night. They fucked during the day. They masturbated together. They explored their sexuality. They learned new things about each other. At the end of the week, Mary was exhausted. They lay together naked on her bed. It was the beginning of her journey to becoming a slut. She had never been so satisfied in her entire life. They cuddled for several minutes before John said, "I have an idea."