Five minutes later, Chuck was sat on Bea's bed, rock hard and naked apart form the condom, when she came waltzing calmly back into the room, wearing nothing but her glasses.
"That's them taken care of. We have at least three hours to take care of business," she said, ignoring chuck and walking over to her chest of drawers. She pulled one open and began rummaging through it, producing a black leather bikini covered in small metal studs, snd watched Chuck calmly as she put it on.
"Jerk your cock," she said, "Make sure you're fully hard."
Chuck did as he was asked, and watched amazed as the girl he's always though of as the hot girls nerdy little sister pulled a pair of crotchless, studded black leather panties out of her drawer and put them on. Next she put on a pair of knee high Doc Marten boots, lacing them tightly, and removed her glasses. She took something else out of the drawer, brushed her gorgeous red hair back behind her ears with both hands, put on the black leather domino mask and adjusted it carefully while looking in the mirror.
"Perfect," she said softly, and reached into the drawer one last time, pulling out a bullwhip. She walked toward the computer, pressed a few buttons, and then with her expression unreadable behind the mask, walked over to Chuck on the bed.
"Okay," she said bright and loud, as if speaking to an invisible audience, "This should be a fun one. Tonight the night Chuck here loses his virginity."
"What?" said Chuck, confused, "I'm not..."
"Yes you are, Chuck. After tonight, after what I'm about to do to you.. you'll realize that everything little thing you did with a girl before tonight was *nothing*. I've made grown men scream with pleasure Chuck. I'm not joking. I've made them beg for mercy. Last week a guy cam round to fix our toilet. A strong man. Thirty-five years old. I had to wait in for him while everyone else was out. I had him to myself all afternoon. After a few hours he was pleading with me to let him rest, pleading with me to slow down, begging me to be gentle."
She smiled, very slightly, at the memory.
"I wasn't."
She reached out with the coiled whip and stroked Chucks cheek with it, still speaking in that loud, clear, "for an audience" voice.
"My parents won't be back for at least three hours. Tell me Chuck, I'd like to know - how many times do *you* think I can make you cum in that time?" |