Modern Relations (part 02): Kevin Masters Alexandra

Second part of the story. Edit: Cleans the story up a bit and fixed some errors.

"Alex... who is M?" repeated Kevin more sternly.

Caught off in her erotic thoughts, Alex was completely unprepared by his stren question. After Kevin had painted her eyes shut with his cum Alex had entered her own little dark world, getting wetter and wetter as first she sucked and mouthed his cock and then as she sat passively while he took pictures of her cum covered face. Just giving him the camera had nearly brought her off. Each click of the camera increased her arousal. Alex relished the vulnerability of being blind while he committed images of her to physical memory. With those pictures Kevin could ruin her. The thought was shockingly erotic.

"Who?" she asked honestly.

"You keep starting to say someone's name... and then not."

She stilled for a moment, quailing. He sounded pissed. But about what?

"What was your first boyfriend's name?"

"Uh... Clayton, why?" she asked confused.

"Well you keep saying, 'Yes, M...'," he stated flatly. “Now who the fuck is ‘M-something’?”

"Oh!" she exclaimed with relief, smiling. M was for Master. But could she tell him? Would he look at her differently? If he did would it be to shun or accept? Would become what Alex so badly wanted?

"It’s not like that," she interjected.

Alex wanted to see Kevin's face when she told him, so she opened her eyes through the goo. Eyelashes would protect her eyes at least for a bit. She looked up at her lover. Kevin looked doubtfull.

"The M is for Master. You kind of triggered my... uh... Bottom reflex,” Alex explained, “But I haven't been topped since law school." Her pussy absolutely flooded at the confession. She noticed his cock twitch, a good sign.

"What do you call what I just did to you then?"

"A good start?" she answered with a question, looking into his dark brown eyes. "But you are not my master," she stated firmly.

"Why not,” he snorted, “after that?"

She cocked her head to the right and gave him a sardonic look. "You need to figure that out yourself. Once you do we need to have a talk about it."

Cum began ooze down into her right eye. She closed it before the stinging could start. Alex waited, with one eye open, to see if he would figure it out. The slut in her, desperate hoping he would.

--

Kevin looked down at Alex. She remained in a relaxed pose looking up at him out of one eye, head cocked to the right. Accusing her of... whatever while she looked up at him through all that goo was comical. He began to laugh softly, finally losing his hard-on.

"It looks like you're used to looking up from that position. I guess if you've been 'mastered' yer used to it," he said.

Alex stopped smiling. "Don't be mean," she said quietly suddenly looking sad. The real Alex was talking now, not the sex doll.

"Oh god, sweetie, I didn't mean to be mean." He knelt down next to her looking into her open eye. "I love you. I love this... I think. But I want to understand what this is to you," he said. He reached out and grabbed both shoulders for emphasis. "I like being on top but I've never been a... master or whatever. I don't know what to do." He felt adrift, his exact role now unpinned.

“And I don’t know if you want it because you like it or because you’re broken.”

“I am quite whole,” she said quietly.

“Good,” he said.

With a smile, Alex seemed to perk up.

"Christ, this is comical," he said, appreciating the absurdity of the situation. "We're talking seriously and you're looking back at me like Odin One Eye after a food fight at the icing factory."

"Funny, I can't recall any Norse mythology referencing Odin taking a face full of cum." She said. Alex closed her left eye quickly to avoid more oozing man juice.

"Maybe it’s a mistranslation. Maybe 'A shot to his face', was supposed to be 'A cum shot to his face.' All that fighting was just a big orgy."

“Wow, that puts a whole new spin on Ragnarok! Suddenly I understand the appeal”

--

Their levity relieved Alex. And she loved that they could carry each other’s humor, even lame humor. There was so much good here.

"Can you be a gentleman and fetch a towel? Drying cum itches."

"Not just yet," he said. "I need to know more about this, um, mastery business."

"It’s called topping, usually. Or domination. Or BnD. Or BDSM."

"So many names. Tell me more about topping then."

"I can't teach you how to top me. Do you see?"

"Not really, you've done a good job so far."

"Well no, I just broke a rule. I thought maybe I could get you to spank me or something." O god did she just say that out loud? Alex felt her face flush. "But I was desperate," she rushed on. "And horny. I wanted you to take me down off that pedestal you have me on, bend me over it, and fuck me properly. Which you did, thank you."

"Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted? I mean we've been living together for a while and we've seen each other naked... a lot."

She paused before answering, collecting her thoughts. "You’re a great, considerate, confident lover."

"But?"

"But... you hold back... you’re being polite. So I guess I hold back too. I've been more reserved than I want to be. I do that a lot with guys I really want to like me. Plus I... uh... kind of follow, like a bottom does." She shrugged.

"I think I know what you mean about reserve. I never thought of it like that but, I do the same thing over and over. I find a girl I really like, and then I kind of..."

"... try not to offend her? Treat her like your parents are watching?" She completed for him.

"Oh, god that's a bad image. Ewww. But ...yeah, its kind of like I'm afraid she’ll... you'll, he corrected, think I’m perverted or something. And when it gets serious, suddenly things get boring and soon they fall apart."

"Boring sucks. I want you, honey," she said. “And I accept all of you, unreserved.”

In answer Kevin leaned forward for long slow deep powerful kiss. Alex felt deep meaning communicated directly with tongue and lips. After he leaned back, she quietly contemplated what had just transpired. This felt really good to Alex, like they had arrived at a new place.

"Wow, nice kiss," she said. Then she pleaded, "Sweetie... I'd love it if you'd get that towel now."

"In a sec,” he delayed. “Not done with the mastery bit... so a bottom gets attention by breaking rules, not by asking to be..."

“...Topped,” Alex completed.

"How did you get topped before if you can't tell someone how? You can't set up rules ahead of time. That seems like a chicken and egg type thing. All the stories I’ve read usually start after that part of the relationship is established."

Ooo he’d been reading up on this. "I've only had one top. I sought him out deliberately through a network. Strictly business. I interviewed him, and others, for the job. I did it because I needed to find something out about myself. We were together for maybe six months when I broke off the arrangement."

"Do you want an arrangement with me?"

"God no, I love you. I want to be your...” she almost said wife “...lover, and slut.” The admission delighted Alex.

"Did you find wanted?"

"Yes, I like submission," she said softly. "God, I do. I need it... from time to time. Or I get a little backed up. I’m not a slave, though," she concluded with finality.

"Your career choice doesn't allow a lot of submitting, you know," he snorted.

"Perverse, I know. I am good at my job."

"Yes you are. So... why did you break off the arrangement with him?"

"Pffffft, that is a long story," she said. "In the end he... well, he treated me like property." She shook her head with determination. "Also, he was weak." She said weak like other people say scum. Suddenly Alex felt anger. He wasn't Top enough. And he broke her trust. Maybe she would tell Kevin the details another time.

"I’m my own person. But I also want to be... um..." she stopped at a loss for words. "I want to experience all of this sort of thing.” She waved her arms between them indicating their state of undress, her position and vulnerability. “No arrangements, no ownership." she concluded.

"Weak," he repeated, as if tasting the word. Kevin fell silent for a minute. The itch on her face was spreading. She reached for his jeans to clean her face.

"Stop," he said, grabbing her arm firmly. She did, suddenly thrilled again despite the discomfort. "I bet 'Masters' don't ask why they aren't masters." He said rhetorically.

Ding ding ding ding, he got it. She shook her head slowly.

"Kevin, I really need to clean up."

"Not going to happen," he said. "Stand up."

Alex could hear him putting his jeans back on as she stood on wobbly legs. He was clothed and sighted. She was naked and blind.

"You have me at a disadvantage, sir," she said with an accent. Oops, he wasn't a sir yet.

"Sir?" Oh, he’d caught that.

"Just being a proper English lady," she demurred.

"The choker might be ladylike, but everything else is pure slut," he stated. Alex gushed warmly at the name. It made her feel dirty and laid bare. He'd never talked dirty before.

"If you only knew," she said bravely, chin up and spine straight with sluttish pride. She pussy gushed again with the implied admission. Could she cum just from talking dirty?

"Harumph, come with me. It's time for lunch." He grabbed her by the hand and lead her on.

--

Kevin saw Alex liked being called ‘slut’. The slut even seemed proud of it. What more did he not know? His cock hardened at the possibilities. He'd have to ask her about that later.

He led Alex two feet from the kitchen table.

"Stand at ease, slut" he said. She spread her legs and assumed the position with practiced ease. Kevin dragged all but one of the chairs away from the table and cleared some papers off its surface.

"I'll be back, say here and don't move."

Kevin rented "9 1/2 Weeks" with a girlfriend once. Mickie was just starting to feed Kim from the fridge, when his date jumped him and impaled herself on his cock. He never did see the end of that movie. Kevin had an idea Alex might like being fed, plus he was hungry himself.

He opened the fridge, madly pulling out a variety of items and placing them on plastic trays and tupperware. He made a point of peeling three quarters of a large cucumber and couple of smaller carrots.

When done, Kevin examined the space, including Alexandra. She stood two feet from one end of the table. Food, condiments, and utensils were piled on the far end, leaving most of it bare for... activities. One chair stood to the left of the table.

Lunch was ready to server. But first Kevin needed her to call him 'master', to hear her say the word and mean it. It had never crossed his mind to want or need that kind of confirmation, now it was ‘Top’ priority.

The engagement ring would stay in the drawer if he failed. Instinctively he knew Alex would say ‘yes’ only after the slut called him ‘master.’

--

Alex anxiously waited, hoping Kevin did something soon, before her normal social fears took over and she bolted. Running, turning back now would be a disaster. To her relief Kevin finally laid some things down on the table. A lot of things. She was eager to see what he would do.

Kevin began with words. "You are standing, shod in heels only, in the middle of the kitchen with my cum all over your face," he said firmly. "What do you have to say about that, slut?"

She hesitated then straightened her posture, "I... I like it."

"You like it what?"

"I like it a lot,' she teased. She understood the game. He’d become her master by refusing to bring a towel or let her clean up. What fun would it be to tell him that? Her pussy flushed warmly with anticipation. Maybe she could get him to punish her after all.

"Bend forward and grab the table."

Oh, here it comes, she thought. He was starting right! "Okay, whatever you say," she said in a sing song voice.

Alex locked knees and bent forward blindly careful to maintain balance without moving her feet. Miraculously the table edge was right where it should be. She grabbed it with both hands, fingers under the top, thumbs on top parallel to the edge. Then she leaned forward on locked arms until her shoulders were directly over her hands and her ass was slightly forward of her toes. Arching her lower back down present her ass correctly, Alex raised her head facing blindly forward. The slut knew the overall effect of this pose.

"Christ," muttered Kevin. "You look like... do you know what you look like?"

Yup, that was the effect. "I look like a prize horse posing for the camera." As if he was reading her mind, Alex heard the click of the phone’s camera. Her pussy flushed with delight. He had not asked permission to take pictured. Muscles deep in her body spasmed. She almost whinnied.

Suddenly Kevin stopped making noise... no more camera clicks, no breathing. She had a vague sense of where he was. As the silence grew Alex felt the irrational need to say more. To confess. She felt raw and exposed. She blurted, "I look like a slut ready to be taken." Her pussy contracted more at the dirty admission. His silence continued. She couldn't stop herself from adding. "In this position you can see and access every intimate part of me." Alex was sure her pussy must be dripping visibly by now.

"You’re almost perfect. Do you know what's missing?" She homed in on his calm voice, just off to the left.

"No," she said. Alex was unprepared for the loud smack and ensuing pain as her master’s open palm made contact with her buttock. She swayed with the impact, stinging pain spreading across her left buttock. His hand remained on her, gently soothing her. Had he done this before or was it instinctive?

"No what?" He whispered menacingly in her ear making her wetter.

"No, I don't know what’s missing," she teased. The next smack came swiftly on her right cheek. The burn spread quickly, mitigated by his rubbing hand.

"Say it."

"Say what?" Smack. Back on the left cheek.

"Say it, whore!" he said with a quiet sexy voice. She felt like an orgasm was coming on, impossibly.

"I don't understand, S.." Oops she almost slipped. The slap was delayed but harder than before. His hand did not linger on her cheek for comfort this time. Suddenly Alex felt hot fingers on her drenched pussy. She felt a thumb in her vagina, pushing down on the roof while fingers rubbed her slick labia and clit.

"Jesus you're soaked. Do you like being called whore?"

"Yes, do you like your whore, M..?" She nearly let it slip again. Smack. This time it was the right cheek with the other hand. He never stopped rubbing her cunt with the left. Alex was getting closer.

"Don’t change the subject. Yes, what? Say it or I'll stop before you peak."

"Yes, I like being called 'whore' or 'slut' or any dirty thing you want to call me." Smack. She tried hide her impending climax, to cheat him of victory.

"What are you doing?"

"I am being a bad little bottom," she simpered. Smack.

"Do you love me?"

"God yes." He kissed the small of her back. The intimate subject and change of pace steamed her up even more. It wouldn't be long now.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do." Smack. Any second now she would cum. She felt it start in her spine, it would devastate her.

Alex suddenly felt Kevin pull away completely leaving her bereft. "O god you bastard, what are you doing? Don't stop I am right there!"

--

Kevin was beside himself with need. It tore him up to stop, but he needed her to submit. He smacked her again for the ‘bastard’ comment. Alex's ass, normally pale, was an alarming shade of red and blotchy pink. He hoped she gave in soon.

"I can get you there, but you have to say it." For a minute she said nothing. He waited.

"Oh, god. Okay, " she said. She paused and said more seriously, "you are my master now Kevin. Only you." And then more urgently she said, "now please fuck me, Master."

Victory!

No more teasing. Kevin ripped his fly open and fished out his cock. He grabbed Alex by the hips with both hands placing his thumbs in dimples again and, unguided, speared into her wet womb to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck me, Sir!" He pushed her forward so she collapsed chest first onto the table. He pulled out and pushed back in. Kevin could feel Alex's orgasm causing contractions as it rolled on. He thrust in her as the contractions built. She pushed back using the edge of the table as leverage.

"Master... I am cumming. Oh god." He could feel her pussy get hotter and, impossibly, wetter. He wanted desperately to lose control and finish in her. But he kept an even pace for the next few minutes as the huge orgasm washed over her, then slowed as she came down off the high. Eventually he stopped pumping, still hard inside her.

Panting, Alex said between breaths, "that was amazing Kevin. I mean it, you rocked my world." It seemed she was suddenly Alex again and not the submissive slut. It gave him pause for thought.

"What do I call you when you are... not being Alex?"

"I like Slut and Whore. I don't like Bitch or Slave. But there are lots of names..."

Kevin was inexplicably happy suddenly. Once again he admired her body while she cooled down. She submitted but remained unbroken.

"Time to eat," he said, pulling out to mutual groans. Pulling up his jeans, he sat down in the chair and adjusted it so he was even with her face. "Roll over onto your back in the middle of the table." He gave it some thought and added, "Ass just off the edge."

She rolled onto her back, legs dangling uncomfortably off the table's end. She pulled her knees up so she was almost in a fetal position. Kevin noticed she kept her dainty feet pointed.

"You’re posing. Is that something you think about?"

--

Alex felt completely exposed as she lay on the table, arms to her side, knees adjacent her breasts. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed.

"No, I don't think about it anymore. It just happens out of habit." She considered for a moment before adding, “I guess I’m a good whore.” Her pussy gushed more.

She found herself once again in a blissful post orgasmic haze. Alex wasn't kidding Kevin. This was everything she wanted. Her world was completely different today. Years after seeking out a top and being disappointed, and years after serially dating man after man looking for a combined master and lover, her search finally seemed at an end.

"Let's play a game. I feed you something, you guess what it is. If you get enough right I'll reward you with another savage orgasm."

"Deal," she agreed. "What about your orgasm, Master?"

"Let me worry about that. Now open your mouth."

He began with honey a pinky. She sucked and tongued it sensually, like a little cock. When it was clean she opened her mouth for more. He put an olive in, the contrast shocking. The pattern followed: swallow, open mouth, swallow, open mouth and so on like taking loads from culinary cocks.

--

Alex's reactions to the different foods were fun to watch. The erotisizm of feeding her wasn’t lost on him but it wasn’t making him hot. So after feeding Alex a series of fruits, breads, vegetables, cheeses, and even jams Kevin presented her with something different.

"Just taste this one," he said putting the peeled end of the cucumber in her mouth. She instinctively closed her mouth around it like a cock. Only about two inches were in her mouth. Kevin could see her apply suction and watched as her tongue peeked out between lips and green shaft on the underside.

"Jesus, you're a natural born cock sucker," he said. Pulling it out of her mouth he asked, "what was it?"

"Cucumber," she said. "How long is it?"

"Its fatter than me and longer by about half a foot." It was a beast of a cucumber.

"And.. I'm not natural born anything. It took hard work and research to learn that."

"Oh, Really,' he said, feeling the need to switch focus. He put the peeled tip of the cucumber against her exposed labia and began pushing in slowly.

"Oh, that is cold!" She squeaked wiggling her legs. "He continued pushing, waiting for her to stop him, but she said nothing. Finally, he stopped with a quarter of the phallus remaining exposed. Alex hissed, "that’s... full."

Gently he started thrusting it in and out. With his left hand he picked up a strawberry and put it to her lips to taste. Then he fed her a two more. He followed them up with an olive dipped in honey. Alex ate calmly as he pistoned the makeshift dildo in and out.

"Now hold the cucumber in for me," he commanded. Alex put both hands between her legs one taking over the cucumber and the other playing idly with her clit. She kept the same pace he’d set automatically, Kevin noticed. "You never masturbated in front of me before. Do you like to play with yourself?"

Alex blushed, "Yes, master."

"Have you ever wanted to masturbate in front of me, but stopped?"

Hesitation. "Yes, master," she said quietly.

“Have you ever done it in this house?”

“Yes, sir. All the time. I did it this morning before my shower.”

Kevin picked up both carrots and smeared them with butter. He placed one against her lips, "Don't bite but taste and tell me what it is."

She sucked on the end. "I don't know. Its buttery and hard and cold."

"It is a carrot. Why would it be buttery?" he asked putting it back in her mouth before she could answer.

--

Alex lay back enjoying slowing fucking herself with the cucumber. Previously she had been shy about openly sexual acts in front of Kevin. And today she was fucking herself with a fruit. To her relief, he didn't seem to be judgmental at all. Just curious.

"Do you have a safe word, Alex?" He asked, pulling the carrot back out of her suckling mouth.

Alex stopped playing with herself. "Hamburger," she said. Kevin had done this before or read about it, Alex was sure now. Suddenly she felt even more relaxed. She could guess where the carrot was going next.

"Was that your word with that guy?"

"Yes."

"Pick another one."

"Leviticus," she said immediately. Sh’d been saving Leviticus for years, fantasizing about being able to use it with someone special.

"Ironic, considering you are wearing two kinds of cloth," he plucked her choker to indicate what he meant. "No tattoos, tho."

"Yeah, but sex outside of wedlock and I've fucked a few girls and you are about to..."

"What!" his exclamation cut her off.

"Woops! I guess that pussy’s out of the bag... Are you okay with that?"

"Are you kidding? Please tell me you've fucked Wendy."

Wendy was her best friend from freshman year in college. They worked near each other now and saw each other almost daily. Wait a second... "Why did you jump immediately to her?"

"Well she is hot. You’d look great together, her tan would compliment your pale skin."

"You’ve thought about this before. Have you been checking out my girl friends?" Alex said with mock outrage.

"Have you been checking out mine?"

She laughed. "Yes. Chuck is pretty fine. I'd fuck his wife Karen too." What was she saying? Chuck and Karen lived a few streets over and down the hill and they often came over for BBQ.

"Um... before you ask, I don't cheat. I might say I'd fuck someone but I don't mean I would really do it." Mentally she added 'unless master commands it and I want it.'

"What if master asked you to fuck someone." Fuck, he was reading minds today.

"Are you asking Alex or your whore." Wow, this was getting deep fast.

"Answer for both."

"Safe words were made for situations like that and... It’s not a whore's place to tell her master what to do."

Just then she felt a cold intrusion into her pink asshole and her mouth simultaneously. He had two carrots! There was a pleasant pressure as Kevin forced in more into her ass while she worked her mouth around the other one he pushed it into her throat. Alex resumed pumping the cucumber into herself and playing idly with her clit, enjoying the variety of slutty sensations.

Suddenly Alex felt powerful. Perversely, she felt totally in command of herself while submitting to Kevin’s.

"So its the same answer for both. I guess we’ll find out our limits as we go."

She nearly came. He understood completely. He pulled the mouth carrot out.

"Yes master,” she said. “I don't know my own limits so I can't tell you what not to do."

"I take it you've also violated the sodomy clause in Leviticus?" he asked changing subjects.

"Yes, master... but you are the first person to fill all my holes at once,” she said. “Are you going to take my ass?"

"Not yet," he said. She pouted her lips in response.

He fed her a slice of apple with honey on it, then one with peanut butter. Her ass was acclimating to the intruding root. After a few more morsels, he stopped and pulled the carrot out of her ass.

"Taste this," he said.

Alex opened her mouth and tasted something cold, hard and buttery. Which carrot was it? Suddenly she had a tiny hiccuping orgasm at the dirty thought. He pulled it out when she'd settled down.

Again she felt cold pressure against her ass as he shoved one of the carrots in and pumped it. Again, which one was is? He continued the pattern, ass to mouth, ass to mouth. Alex began a series of small orgasms each time she sucked on a carrot, wondering just how dirty he was being. Finally he left the carrot in her mouth as she heard him move around behind her.

"Hold your legs apart," he said, not answering.

Instead Alex reached down and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Given the position she was already in, the move was redundant. But she knew it would be lewd. Well more lewd. After all, she was blind, clothed only in heels and a choker with a carrot in her mouth, a huge cucumber in her vagina and a cock ready to push into her pretty pink ass.

“You are such a sight right now,” he said. She could not respond.

Alex felt pressure on her tender hole as he began pushing in. Vaguely she worried Kevin would not know how to prepare.

--

Kevin had greased up with more butter from the butter bell. He knew to push in slow and steady. Which he did. After what should have been several inches of penetration he realized he couldn't tell if he was in by feel alone. Her asshole was unexpectedly spongy. He looked down as the end of the cucumber hit is belly. He continued pushing in, causing it to shove further into her womb, but hoping for more feeling.

Alex hissed, "Shhhhh, Oh master please stop. The cucumber is really going to hurt me."

Kevin backed off immediately. He wanted to keep the cucumber. Getting a knife from the block on the counter, he castrated all but an inch of the unpeeled end then resumed pushing into her when he’d put the knife up.

Kevin took his time. It took a minute to bottom out in her, so to speak. Alex hissed in pleasure when he pushed against the cropped cucumber.

There still wasn't any definition. He'd expected a tight ring based on everything he'd read. Experimentally, he pumped in and out a few times.

She spat out the carrot. “Oh, you’re my master now, Sir.” Alex was affected, which was hot, but Kevin was at a loss for why any man would want to do this.

"Honey, please don't take this the wrong way, but... umm... I thought this would feel a lot better. It’s kind of like... fucking a sponge."

"Oh, master. I'm sorry. I’m a selfish slut. Is this your first time?" He felt her tighten around him. "Try pumping your whore’s ass now."

Wow, she was really into the dirty talk. His cock twitched. “Yes, you’re my first,” he admitted.

Kevin pumped in and out. Suddenly everything was completely different. It felt like a tight mouth with no teeth or throat. There was a ring of pleasant pressure moving up and down his cock as he pushed in and out.

"Wow, that is much better. You're milking me with your ass."

“I’m glad Master, I’ll... uh... make sure...” Her words trailed off as he began pumping her harder. Kevin had grabbed Alex's arms above the wrists to use as leverage and started pumping deeply into her ass, hips slapping against her cheeks, driving his cock and the cucumber deeply on each thrust.

Alex cried out. "Oh god. It's like having two cocks in me. Oh God. I'm going to cum soon."

Kevin increased his pace, he wanted to cum too. Alex was clearly beside herself. He decided to turn it up a notch and see what she would let slip.

"Do you want two cocks in you slut?"

She hissed but kept silent. "Answer me slut," he commanded.

"I want master to fuck my ass and pussy. Please I'm so close."

He stopped pumping half way in. She spasmed around his cock. She tried to pull her arms away from him. He pulled out an inch.

"Oh, god please, no. Fuck me... Yes, yes, I'll fuck anything you want me to fuck. I’m your whore, just finish me off, please master."

Kevin, slammed into her. She shrieked, exploding into orgasm, incoherently panting and hissing. He continued plowing her without consideration, his climax getting nearer as he watched her calming down.

Suddenly he felt confessional. "I'd never wanted to fuck anyone's ass until I met you." He emphasized 'you' with a hard thrust. "Then I was too shy about it, didn't want to offend you." He emphasized 'offend' with the next thrust.

"Oh Kevin, don't be afraid of anything. I'm completely yours, and you're my mine," she said as he continued thrusting. Her words spurred him on getting him closer. She seemed to be milking him harder.

"I am going to cum in your beautiful ass, my sweet slut."

"Thank you master. You can cum anywhere you want... forever," she said solemnly.

Alexandra's words shocked him. As their meaning came clear he approached the cusp of climax.

On impulse, Kevin suddenly pulled out of her hot ass and jerked Alex up off the table. He held her arms to help her balance herself and then to push his pliable slut down onto willing squat.

Pulling out of her slowed his climax momentarily giving Kevin time to look down at his butter glazed cock pointed at Alex's beautiful cum glazed face. Her dry crusted eyes were open, looking up at him. Slowly she made a wolfish opened mouthed smile. Her pink tongue jetted out just over her bottom row of teeth. She looked possessed. And hot.

Was she waiting for his load to spray her again or for him to fuck her mouth to climax? There was a mischievous glint in her eye.

Alex giggled sexily, “Did you keep the carrots separate?”

He had, but Kevin wasn’t going to tell her. Glanced at his cock. It looked clean and greasy like it did before he’d pushed into her ass. Still holding her arms Kevin used them to pull her face onto his cock. She hummed with wicked glee, closing her eyes with pleasure.

Kevin let go of her arms to grab her head. He fucked into her mouth and throat in quick motions careful not to bottom out on her. Her hands dropped and she immediately began fucking the cucumber back into her in rhythm with his thrusts. She reached the other hand around her back. Suddenly Kevin, realized she was fingering her own ass. Alex’s tongue began working the underside of his cock and she moaned in climax around his cock.

Pushing his soiled cock into her mouth was the nastiest thing Kevin had ever done to anyone. And Alex's reaction was a smiling orgasm.

Kevin lost it.

"Take my cum, you sweet slut!" He growled and groaned as he came, jerking spasmodically into her throat, holding her head down on his cock. "Oh, god that is the best feeling." After pumping a few spurts into her throat, he jerked out and pumped the remaining load onto her face again. She looked up at him unblinkingly has he sprayed her face and tongue.

--

Alex took the tip into her mouth, cleaning it. Then she proceeded to lick and clean the whole length of his softening cock. When she was satisfied she stood up, taking her fingers out of her ass and throwing the cucumber absentmindedly on the table behind her.

Alex was only an inch or so shorter than Kevin. In heels she looked slightly down at him. "I love that you’re confident enough for me to wear heels," she said. Looking deep into his eyes, Alex pushed forward and gave Kevin a long kiss. He returned it. Both tried to communicate the depth of their love. Both lovers were in a new place and happy to be there.

"Now, go take a shower," he said swatting her ass lightly. "I'll be in as soon as I put up the food."

In the shower, Kevin cleaned Alex's face delicately with a wash cloth. Somehow this simple intimate act became wildly erotic to both of them. Alex had to trust he would not damage her eyes. Ad Kevin understood how careful he needed to be and how trusting she was being.

After the shower they playfully toweled each other off and went to bed. The couple spent the remainder of the November day making love and talking, then making love again. Between bouts of love making Alex and Kevin lay sprawled out, limb splayed over limb, and shared details of their pasts.

Alex told him about her first boyfriend who, as she put it, 'saved my soul after I was raped.' Kevin had known she was a survivor but learning the details first shocked, then infuriated and finally saddened him. Once again he was grateful to her first boyfriend, Clayton. and her mother who had a big part in her recovery. She also spoke about her time with Mathew, the top, and some shocking gangbang adventures before and in college. He hadn’t known her freshman roommate was a stripper and a slut, or that Wendy was more lesbian than straight. Alex said Wendy viewed men as between meal snacks. But Wendy had a particular thing for Alexandra. It seemed she was Alex’s in-between-meal snack. Wendy was usually there to help Alex rebound after breakups.

Several times after an intense kiss or really intimate discussion, Kevin felt a near uncontrollable urge to get the ring and pop the question. He resisted however, as he already had reservations for Valentine's day.

The two grew closer together during the hours of the afternoon until they were exhausted from sharing and fucking. Finally at dusk, Kevin said he needed to make dinner. Alex wanted to swim a few laps in the pool. With a final kiss, each got out of bed to do their own thing.

--

In the kitchen Kevin opened a Howell Mountain cabernet he’d been saving for months. This night demanded something special. He decided on panko crusted chicken in an apricot glaze with a Greek salad and some baguette for filler.Three Twins Chocolate ice cream waited for desert.

Kevin's modern house overlooking the San Francisco Bay with views of the Golden Gate and city. The kitchen, living room and bedroom all faced views and so the walls of these rooms were completely glass or sliding glass doors.

As he went about making supper Kevin could see Alex walk nude out of the bedroom to the edge of the pool. They saw each other at the same time through the glass kitchen wall. Alex waved, smiling knowingly. She swam laps almost daily but Kevin had never seen her do it nude. Swimming naked was indescribable.

As Alex dived in Kevin and Alex both wondered at the change in them. The nudity was an external manifestation of the couple's new intimacy. They both felt... open. Hours ago, they would have described the feeling as 'vulnerable'. Neither felt vulnerable.

Kevin busied himself with dinner as Alex made her laps. She completed about twenty. After a few warm down laps she walked out of the steaming pool into the cold air suddenly feeling playful. Alex made a point of washing up at the outdoor shower in as lewd a manner as possible.

Kevin stopped setting the table and just watched. He began to suspect Alex had learned a few moves from her stripper roommate from college. He made a mental note to ask her about it in great detail. Alex was just too good and posing in the best position for admiration.

Kevin slid open the kitchen door and said, "Dress for dinner. I made apricot chicken. Ready in fifteen."

Alex waved, smiled and ran quickly over cold concrete into the bedroom which, like the kitchen, had its own sliding glass door. Alex decided she'd have to surprise him.

--

Kevin was seated when Alex waltzed in for dinner. He stood up in amazement at her outfit but quickly recovered, pulling out her chair politely. She walked to him for a hug and a playful kiss. Alex pulled on his ear with teeth and placed a hand over his hardening bulge as she whispered, "Do you like my outfit?"

"Yes, I do. Odd definition for 'dressed’, but I’m not complaining," he admitted, kissing her deeply and caressing her shapely bare buttock.

Alex had on heavy go-clubbing-to-pick-up-guys makeup. She accessorized with a pair of black suede leather thigh-high boots with four inch heels and nothing else.

"The boots are new," he commented.

"No sweetie, I've just kept them in a drawer and you, apparently, are a gentleman who doesn’t snoop in drawers or closets."

"Neither do you, apparently." He said, thinking of the ring in his sock drawer.

"Are you kidding, men keep all their secrets on laptops these days," she said. "I'm starved, lets eat."

They sat, both together at one corner of the table meant for eight. Alex sat with her legs spread open and facing Kevin just a slightly. She smiled when he noticed. She looked at the dinner layout for a moment. Then she picked up her wine glass and put her nose in it, deeply smelling the bouquet.

"Mm, A toast... to new, deeper love," she said, pushing her glass toward her lover.

Kevin picked up his glass and looked Alex in the eye, "to new, deeper love." Clink.

They sipped then Alex looked him in the eye again and said, "to my master," her voice soft and an octave lower than normal.

Kevin added roughly, "to my lovely slut." Clink.

Alex picked up a fork to begin eating. Kevin was beside himself. Now was the perfect time to propose.

"Please wait," he said. “I need to get something to make this perfect.”

She stopped mid stabb and ask incredulously, “better than wine with apricot chicken after an afternoon of mind blowing sex and pillow talk?”

Kevin nodded and jogged into the bedroom on bare feet. He retrieved ring from its box in the drawer and walked back out. Beside Alex, Kevin got down on one knee holding out the ring. Alexandra’s eye flared wide at the sight of the shiny object in his hands.

"Alexandra ______, I love you. Will you marry me?" The words just popped out naturally without thought. They felt right.

Alex looked down at him then at the ring without expression. His heart stopped. Somehow with her straight posture and spread legs she looked imperious, despite being naked. Kevin began to sweat. He couldn’t read the thoughts behind that mask.

For her part Alexandra was in shock, but pulled a poker face. She concentrated on the ring to escape the gravity of the situation. The gold band had a modern design, geometric but feminine, set with a large clear emerald, their shared birthstone. The rock would set off her eyes nicely. She'd bet it was his ring design. Custom rings took time to make. He must have planned this a month or more ago.

This was completely unexpected. Was he doing this now because of what happened? Was he capable of rational thought after a day like today? Would he regret it later? Suddenly she laughed. Almost hysterically. She worried about his needs and wants. The question was to her and for her to answer. He asked the most intimate question possible. Do you love him, and do you want him forever? She knew the answer.

"Kevin ______," she said seriously. She could not resist pausing. Kevin, turned green, squirming, but absolutely present and waiting on her. "I love you. I respect you. I accept who you are." Kevin's expression looked suddenly more hopeful. It was really cute. She held out her left hand to him. "Yes, I will marry you." He slid the ring on quickly then let it go like a hot potato.

Alex lifted off her seat and pushed Kevin gently onto the hard tile floor straddling his thighs. She extended her arm looking at the ring sparkle on her finger. She showed it to him.

Looking up at her from his reclined position, Kevin thought Alexandra looked like a conquering queen. Who was the top here? He held her outstretched arm and pulled it to his mouth for a kiss over the ring to acknowledge his own submission. Alex leaned down and kissed him deeply then, still kissing him, fumbled with the fly of his jeans. Suddenly, desperate in need, they each frantically worked his pants open and down. She mounted him and sat completely down on his shaft with one motion. They both moaned at the feeling of common relief.

Suddenly Alex burst out crying, laying fully onto Kevin's chest. They hugged and cried and kissed and finally made deep passionate love. After, as they lay together, Alex on Kevin, her stomach let out a loud growl. Both began laughing as reality called them back.

Back at the table, Alex looked at the salad, stabbing her fork into it fiercely.

"No carrots... but plenty of cucumbers,” she thought out loud. “Honey, ...are you feeding me my own cucumber?"

Kevin smiled wickedly, "Yes."

-- The end, for now.
-- Alex and Kevin's story will continue in other novellas.