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"I'm going home for a week to my parents you see," Hannah explained, concentrating on speaking rather than moaning as Dave worked his magic. It did not befit a dominatrix, she decided, to moan and groan while her slave pleasured her. "So I want to leave you with a few treats to make sure you don't tire of me." Hannah bit her lip as she felt her climax approaching, but could not stop the instinctive rocking of her hips as Dave's tongue finished his masterpiece and brought her to orgasm. Hannah lifted up her her groin to protect her swollen clitoris from further attentions.
"Here's your first treat," she announced and Dave found that his blindfold was unexpectedly removed. He blinked as light flooded into his eyes, and tried urgently to refocus them on Hannah's groin. It was a thick dark triangle of brown hair, much hairier to look at than he had expected it to be from having his face buried in it over the past few weeks. He noticed that much of the lower portion was damp, droplets of moisture clinging to the ends of the curling hairs.
"I guess, since you're a man, you'd like to look inside," Hannah said, as if bored. She stopped playing with Dave's cock and reached between her legs. She pushed two fingers along her slit and parted her labia. Dave gazed at the pink insides; ridges and lines of skin that were infinitely more appealing than the hair that hid them. "One day," Hannah said, sliding her finger tips down to her vaginal entrance, "your dick will go in here."
"Promise?" Dave asked.
"Promise," Hannah said assuredly. "Now, time for your lecture isn't it?" Dave had completely forgotten about the lecture, but Hannah seemed adamant that he would not miss any lectures due to their escapades. He reluctantly dressed, his cock still very hard. It remained rigid all the way to the lecture, and only began to subside when he was sat taking notes, at the back - on his own, as usual.
The door at the back of the lecture theatre opened and closed, but Dave did not look up until the new arrival slipped onto the seat beside him. He turned to see Hannah sitting in the seat next to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but she held a finger to her lips and then pointed to the lecturer at the front of the theatre, indicating that Dave should continue as before. Dave turned back, and then glanced down as she placed her hand on his crotch. With her other hand she pushed his chin up, indicating that he should watch the front. He did so, and felt her hand unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. Her hand delved into his underwear and grasped hold of his cock, only recently diminished but now already hardening again.
Dave felt a slight sensation of pain on his cock and stole a quick glance downwards to see that Hannah was rolling a condom down over his dick. When she was done, Hannah quietly tore open a sachet of lubricant and dribbled it onto the tip of Dave's sheathed cock. Dave took a few nervous looks around the room. From the front he would not be seen as there was a wooden panel in front of him, but if someone else came into the lecture late they may well catch sight of what Hannah was doing, which was - ohhhhhh. Dave's thoughts were interrupted as Hannah took hold of his lubricated enclosed penis and began stroking up and down.
Dave gave up trying to listen to the lecture and instead turned his concentration to trying to stay completely silent while Hannah wanked him. Unlike usual, she was not going slowly. Dave began breathing heavily as his long-delayed orgasm finally approached. Hannah stopped stroking. Dave could not believe it - usually she teased him but surely she would not do so here, in public? She began again, five quick strokes before stopping. If they had been at home, Dave would have openly begged her to make him come, but here he was forced to suffer in silence as she started and stopped and started and stopped. He gripped the wooden bench in front of him tightly, trying to avoid any involuntary movements, and trying to resist the temptation to finish himself off.
Hannah leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Do you want to come?" Her breath was warm, and tickled his ear. Dave nodded subtly. Her strokes began again; they were firm and fast and did not stop. Dave breathed heavily, in quiet snorts, as he came, his come bursting from his penis to fill the condom that encased it. She whispered to him again; "Leave it on until you get home. I'll know if you haven't."
With that, she quietly got up, and slipped out of the lecture theatre. Dave quickly, but quietly, zipped up his trousers, feeling his member shrink, and the unpleasant feeling of the wet latex gripping it. When the seemingly-interminable lecture finished half an hour later, Dave got up and could feel the condom hanging from his dick. He hurried home, in the hope that Hannah would remove it when he arrived home.
As soon as he got home, he stripped off (as he always did for Hannah when inside the house) and bounded up the stairs to her room, the condom flapping absurdly on the end of his dick. Hannah came to her door when he knocked and she giggled at the sight of Dave, naked except for the come-filled condom on the end of his flaccid penis.
"Let's take you into the bathroom," she announced and the two of them walked into the bathroom. "You have to do two more things for me, but I promise that the reward will be worth it."
"What's that?"
"First, I want you to take off the condom and swallow what's inside."
Dave was already swallowing hard at the thought of it. Hannah definitely meant it. The thought of taking off the horrible latex condom, filled with cold come, and putting it to his mouth was quite abhorrent. And yet, for her, he would do it. Hannah had promised him a good reward and he trusted her. He carefully peeled off the condom, avoiding spilling any of the fluid inside.
Hannah watched gleefully as Dave put the opening of the condom to his mouth and then pulled the end into the air, causing all the fluid inside to trickle down into his throat. It turned out to have a relatively bland yet unpleasant taste that left Dave grimacing. That grimace was Hannah's reward - she loved it when she made him uncomfortable.
"Time for a shower," Hannah announced and she turned on the taps to start the water warming up. Their house had a temperamental plumbing system that meant the hot water took a while to come out of the shower. Dave stood naked, so used to it by now that he no longer felt at all awkward. "It's ready," Hannah told him after she had tested the water, and Dave climbed into the shower cubicle while Hannah shut the door behind him. The water was pleasantly warm and Dave stood, enjoying the feeling of it cascading down his body.
"I want you totally clean," Hannah told him sternly from outside the shower. Dave picked up the shower gel from the shelf in the shower and began rubbing it all over his naked body. Hannah loved the sight of him cleaning himself especially for her, and she waited until he had finished rubbing the gel on before she turned on the hot tap of the sink. As water streamed from the tap in the sink, the water in the shower quickly turned implausibly cold.
Dave leaped out of the jet of water, trying to press himself against the wall where he would barely be hit by the water.
"If you want your reward," he heard Hannah say through the misted-up shower door, "stand in the water." Dave reluctantly did so, gritting his teeth as the cold water pummelled his naked body. Hannah switched off the warm tap and the water returned to a pleasant temperature - for the briefest of moments before she turned on the hot tap again and it became cold.
"Come on, clean yourself," Hannah urged with a laugh, and Dave quickly tried to rub the gel free from him his body. When Hannah was satisfied that he had finished, and she turned off the taps and allowed Dave out of the shower. She passed him a towel and allowed him to dry himself.
Dave wondered what she had in mind for his long-awaited reward as she led him over to the towel rail. He was made to stand with his bottom pressed against it, facing outwards, as she cuffed his hands to the ends of the rail behind him.
Hannah knelt in front of him, and looked up at him, her usual commanding stare replaced by a plaintive look of innocence.
"You're about to receive your very first blow-job Dave," she explained. "Is this how you always imagined it? Some submissive little wide-eyed innocent girl, who's never done this before, kneeling in front of you, ready to take your cock in her mouth just to please you?" Dave's cock was already stiffening, before Hannah had even touched it.
"Or" - Hannah continued, lowering her voice and licking her lips - "did you imagine it would be some slut, an experienced pro that could put porn stars to shame, ready to jerk and lick and perform tricks that you didn't even think were anatomically possible? A little come-slut eager to gobble you up just because she loved it so much?" Dave was fully hard now and eager for Hannah to begin.
"Well?" Hannah asked.
"Erm, I don't know," Dave said, distracted by thoughts of what was about to happen. "Both, at different points I guess."
"Am I a good substitute for your fantasies?" Hannah asked, her tongue subtly wetting her lips.
"Better than I could have imagined," Dave told her. His incredibly hard and throbbing cock was testament to that.
Hannah leaned forwards and wrapped her lips around the head of Dave's cock as he watched in disbelief. She's actually sucking me off, he thought to himself - she's really doing it. And it feels pretty good - I hope I don't come too quickly. Hannah pushed her head further forwards, taking more of his shaft into her mouth, before slowly pulling all the way back, releasing him from her mouth and looking up at him, her wide eyes proving strangely seductive.
Hannah reached her tongue out and gently ran it around the head of Dave's penis. It was not a physically effective blow-job, but rather it was all for show, to feed Dave's mind with images that would last him for the next week. Hannah took him in her mouth again and began running her tongue across the small sensitive region behind the head. Dave groaned, confirming her expectation that he would not last long. She waited until he groaned again, and then she stood up, her body pressed close against his, her hand on his cock, wanking him.
"When I come back," Hannah whispered in his ear, "I'll swallow it all." She kissed him, her tongue pushing inside his mouth, reminding him of what she had just done as her hand pumped furiously. Dave moaned, breaking their kiss as come shot from his dick, covering the floor in front of his feet. Hannah kissed him again when he was finished, a long deep kiss that confirmed her feelings for him, and then released his hands.
"You can wipe that up," she said, indicating the patch on the floor - Dave had expected as much.
Later that day, Hannah left for the week. Dave shed a few tears, although the prospect of wearing clothes and being free for the week helped alleviate his distress more than he was willing to admit to Hannah. He had a peaceful night's sleep, and woke up the next morning refreshed. He went to the front door to look at the mail that lay beneath the letterbox.
One item was addressed to "Hannah's new boyfriend". Confused, Dave decided that the description probably matched him and tore open the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of paper that Dave unfolded. There was a picture of Hannah that showed her head, and her naked shoulders, cutting off just above her breasts. The text below it read:
"If you don't want the rest of this picture (and the others I have) sent randomly to people around the university, you will co-operate with me. Email
me at the address below. Do not tell Hannah about this. If she finds out - and I'll know because I'll be around her this week - I'll send them.
Hannah's Ex-Boyfriend."
With dread in his stomach, Dave hurried to his computer to send the email.
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