The Kinky Adventures of Bounty and Sara
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It all started on a pretty normal day. Max was lounging about at his
apartment on a Wednesday, his day off from work. He didn't really have
any plans, because most of his friends had much more regular work hours.
Max had an art degree, and was working at a coffee shop part time to get
him by and pay the rent. It was starting to eat into his creativity; he
hadn't painted in some three weeks, and just didn't feel inspired on the
down-time that he did have.
He knew he needed a change, so he got dressed in a clean pair of jeans
and a hip tshirt and headed down to a bar that had a pretty good sense of
style, but that he typically avoided on the weekends because it drew a
huge crowd. Even though it was still early in the evening, it was very
dark inside the bar. Almost as soon as he got his drink the music, which
was pretty good, cut out and switched over to the radio. The girl who
was running the dj booth seemed to be finishing an early shift. She
looked really cool. She sat down at the bar two seats away, and began to
read. Right in the middle of the bar.
. . .
Max could hardly believe how lucky he was later that night, when they got
back to Sara's place. Her apartment was a bit nicer than his. After a
little small talk, she had him on the couch. Sara kissed furiously,
leaning over him and holding Max's head back at an angle by a fistful of
his shaggy, longish hair. The position left him little choice but to
sink back into the soft couch. When he lifted his hand to her breast,
she grabbed his wrist with surprising strength and held it down by his
side. The shock made him gasp a little, and Sara took the opportunity to
ram her tongue further into his mouth. His other hand was pinned by her
leg, leaving him at her mercy. He had always had a thing for kinky sex,
and was now rock hard. This was already way past the line he'd ever come
to in his other sexual encounters, and the thought made him feel a little
afraid, but excited. She soon stopped kissing him.
"Suck on my tongue," she demanded, and stuck it out just out of his
reach. She still had a handful of his hair, but let him barely reach
forward, taking it in his mouth. He wasn't sure what to do, so he
decided to seal around it with his mouth and suck. She let go of his
arm, and moved her hand up gently to cup his face. Encouraged, he began
sucking a little harder. Sara suddenly withdrew her tongue, and gave him
a little peck. "You're giving me rug-burn with this stubble. Would you
mind shaving?"
One thing led to another, and before long Max was wrapped in a fluffy
towel without any hair below his nose. She had helped him with his legs,
and he had figured out how to do his genitals. She'd given him a hand
job in the tub, catching his load in tissue paper. The lotion she gave
him smelled like lavender. Things weren't going exactly as he planned,
but he still really liked this girl and while it wasn't your typical one-
night stand things were still going pretty well. When he'd came, he must
have looked a little sad or confused, because Sara had smiled and told
him not to worry about it. She still thought he'd have no problem
performing later. Besides, the bath had been very relaxing.
Out of the tub, she sat him down on a stool, telling him that she would
help trim his hair into a sexier cut. They talked while she went to
work, and it turned out she'd just finished with a journalism degree and
was doing some freelance work with the city's alt weekly. Her
personality was cool, and she was excited to hear that he painted. They
made a date for her to come by and check out his stuff. Max lost track
of time a bit while he explained the things he thought most influenced
his art. She got out the blow-dryer and a hair straightener, and she was
finished so fast that he joked that he ought to get one so he wouldn't
have to sit around with wet hair for half of the day.
He was eager to see his hair, but almost stopped in his tracks when they
got to the bathroom. She'd given him bangs, his hair now hung longer in
front of his ears than elsewhere, and it was chunky all over - a very
cute haircut, but for punk girls. Wrapped in a towel, with hairless
legs, he looked very girly.
Sara had a big grin on her face, and grabbed his upper arm in a tight
grip. Pulling him all the way in the bathroom, she posed next to him in
the mirror. With her in shoes, she was slightly taller than he was. She
kissed and nuzzled into his ear. "Do you like it?"
Well, from there it was all in. Sara was at ease and clearly turned on;
she'd grabbed his hand and ground it into the front of her pants. She
kept talking, and explained that she was into girls and gender crossing,
and was very supportive about how he looked, complementing him over and
over. She was even a little apologetic about not being up front about
things at the bar, but explained that she didn't think he would mind
since he'd submitted to her on the couch. This last was a little
unsettling. He'd kissed her, yes, and let her do what she wanted. But
submitted? Max was a little shivery from being without clothes and a
little overwhelmed at everything in general. Soon, she'd given him a
makeup lesson, mostly keeping things simple. She'd also gotten him to
exchange his normal piercings (one in each ear) with big silver hoops,
and he had submitted to what could only be described as a rather extreme
"touching up" of his eyebrows. They were very thin, now, but still on
the edge of male-androgynous, or so he hopefully told himself.
By the time she'd offered him some clothing, he was relieved to be
putting on something that was warmer than the bath-towel. It turned out
to be not that much of an improvement. The tall thigh-high socks with
pink and purple stripes helped, but still left plenty of thigh showing
below his skirt. The panties she'd given him held his cock tucked back
between his legs, and had caused a strange sensation as his balls
retreated back inside his body leaving him pretty flat there. Sara
explained that it was basically what crossdressers did with tape and
gaffs, but that tight panties worked better because he could be free by
just taking off his underwear. She'd also had him put on a leopard print
bra, her cup size, which was modestly small and fit him, and a small
tight short-sleeved sweater with a bow that tied at the nape of his neck.
Some heels completed the outfit, which was somewhat modest except for the
socks. Max walked to the bathroom unsteadily, with Sara giggling.
"Well, you won't need to walk anywhere tonight, anyway."
He didn't even notice her taking pictures with her phone as he posed for
himself in the mirrors. "Oh, c'mon. Think of the memories!" She'd
kissed him and they'd even taken a few more pictures together - the kind
that show up on profile pages and status updates. He'd even gotten into
the fun and taken an emo-style solo-pose.
She led him to the bedroom, pushed him up against the wall in a deep
kiss, and forced her knee between his legs. Her hands reached around,
cupping his ass. He didn't know what to do exactly, so he put his arms
around her neck. Things were clearly moving at her speed, a point driven
home when she grabbed one wrist, holding it above his head, while using
her other hand to rub between his legs where he was hard but constrained.
His other hand came naturally to her triceps, not knowing where else to
go and looking for support. "Oh, you like that, do you?" she asked,
thrusting a little harder between his legs with her fingers in a not
completely pleasant way.
Max was a little relieved when she pulled him to the bed, pushing his
head down between her legs. Everything he knew about oral he'd learned
from lesbian porno, anyway. He did his best job, digging his tongue into
her before lapping up to the clit. She had him by the earrings now, and
was squeezing his head with her thighs. "Suck me" she said. He didn't
know what she meant, and his hesitation was clearly frustrating. "Like
it's a cock" she said, looking down and making eye contact with him. He
put his mouth around her clit, and began sucking while rolling his tongue
around and around. Slurping, he got some of her labia into his mouth at
the same time, and began pumping up and down gently. She went wild,
tugging on his ears kind of hard.
After she came, she held him there between her legs. "That was good,
you're really skilled at that." He smiled and slid up to kiss her. He
wanted to get off, but didn't know how to suggest it, and he was still
fully clothed and held back by his panties. A few minutes passed as he
debated uncertainly, and wondered if Sara had fallen asleep. But then,
almost startlingly so, she kissed him deeply and sat up at the edge of
the bed.
"Come over here," she ordered. "And kneel here." He did as she told him
to, and she had soon fit him with a black leather dog collar. It had a
little luggage padlock that she snapped in place. "Now close your eyes."
What else was he going to do, now?
He peaked a little, but couldn't see anything but a blur. He heard
rustling noises and then she had walked back in front of him. "Open your
mouth."
"C'mon, now." She said again. He opened it. "Stick out your tongue."
He did it. "Now open your eyes."
He was staring, first of all, at a big black strap-on dildo that landed
on his tongue and pushed past his lips just as he opened his eyes.
Beyond that, Sara was looking at him from behind her phone, clearly
taking video. "That's a good girl" she cooed. "Suck that cock." His
first impulse was to swallow and flinch from the cock in his mouth, but
as he tried to pull away he became aware of the leash that Sara was
holding in her other hand. The chain was tight, and kept the tip of the
dildo in his mouth. His lips had closed around it and he swallowed hard,
involuntarily. "Watch those teeth" she said, thrusting forward and
backward gently with her hips.
For the next fifteen minutes, she gave him a lesson in giving head. He
learned about the gag threshold, and she even had him try to swallow it
back into his throat, which he wasn't able to do at first, naturally.
She had him keep trying for three more minutes until he managed it,
feeling it slide back past the back of his mouth and turn downward. It
brought his nose right into her short pubic hair, and she grabbed the
back of his head grinding his face into her. She let him up for air, but
pushed back into his mouth to the hilt a few more times. His jaw was
aching worse even than the tongue fatigue from when he'd been down on
her, but he just ignored it and tried to strategically change positions.
Trying to buy a little time to rest, he pulled out to the tip of the head
and began jacking along the length of it like they do in pornos. Sara
hooted in encouragement. "You are such a good cocksucker," she said, both
for him and for the camera, patting his head. She let him take it out of
his mouth to kiss it and lick along the shaft and where her balls would
be. It was then that he discovered that it was a double ended dildo,
with half buried deep inside her. No wonder she wanted him to deep
throat it. When he did she'd have the most feedback he could give her
orally. His knees really hurt.
"Your turn, now" she announced. His legs were trembling as he stood,
still unused to the heels. She kissed him again, biting his lower lip.
"You are so fucking hot."
She reached around behind his neck, undoing the silk bow on his sweater.
He put his arms above his head, but she teased him by stopping with it
just over his mouth, blindfolded with his arms pinned in the air. She
pulled him to her, kissing him. She helped him out of his skirt, but
slapped his hands when he made to take off the panties. "Not yet. Get
on the bed." He did.
"Act like a sexy girl" she instructed. He tried, but was clearly
distracted. "Oh for heaven's sake, are you upset?" she asked. He began
to mutter something about being recorded, which she dismissed. "This is
just for you and I, and you can trust me. Now, are you a sexy girl who
wants to fuck, or are you not in the mood anymore?" Max did his best to
rally, relaxing back into her pink pillows and biting his lip. He held
his hand coyly over his panties, until she swatted them away and began
instructing him on what to do.
Arms above his head, legs crossed. Sitting up now, with his chest out,
showing off her bra, head tilted down. Pouting lips. She had him on his
belly, like a pin-up girl. Then arching his back with his butt in the
air. Then on his hands and knees. He began to move, and her hand
smacked his ass hard. "No moving, now. Or do you want a spanking?"
"What are you doing?" he meekly asked.
"It's your turn for a little pleasure," she answered, "but I want you to
keep acting like a sexy girl rather than getting all macho with your
dick."
"What does that mean?"
"Do you want me to show you or not?"
"Of course, but I don't know what you mean."
"Here," she said. He felt her weight as she climbed on the bed, her
hands finding the band of the panties on his hips. "This is what I'd do
if you were my girlfriend. No peeking, keep your eyes forward." She
tugged them down a fraction of an inch, and he felt her kiss his lower
back. It sent shivers up his spine, and she gave a delighted laugh. Her
hands stroked up his sock-clad legs, finding the soft smooth skin of his
thighs, lingering. She pulled his panties down to his knees, and gave
his ass another hard smack.
Max's arms were weak from the adrenaline of the last hour, and
tremblingly he lowered down onto his elbows but didn't look back. She
rocked his hips to one side and then the other, pulling the panties free
from his ankles. She spread his legs, letting his cock spring free. His
balls descended, and a drop of pre-cum dripped from its head. Although
he'd been turned on for the better part of an hour, he wasn't fully erect
yet. She grabbed it and pulled it back between his legs again, giving it
a lick and soliciting a moan from his lips.
Her weight shifted, and he heard the click of some kind of case or
something, but then she was back on the bed between his legs. Her hand
reached around and rubbed his cock. Sara stroked all the way to the base
and then her hand was still. "Show me what you want," she commanded.
Max figured he wanted to get laid, so he imagined that he was behind her
and that her hand was her pussy. He pulled his ass back a little further
and thrust forward. It was beyond his normal thrusting motion: he had to
really arch his back to get the motion right because of how she was
holding him but it felt great. He was really leaking pre-cum now,
something that hadn't happened often since he'd begun masturbating.
"Dirty girl," she said. On his elbows, Max rocked his hips back again,
and experienced a shock through his whole body as something hard and
round pressed into his anus. He'd forgotten completely that she was
still wearing the double-ended strap-on. It was cold, now, from the
lube. His body tensed. "First time?" she whispered in his ear, nipping
it. "I thought maybe not, with how you were able to swallow me before."
He nodded before he even really thought about the question, and then a
shiver of excitement laced with fear swirled through his entire being as
his situation dawned on him. He had had a hand job and great oral sex
with a girl he thought was amazingly cool and sexy. He was confused,
partly because she clearly wanted someone who wasn't him - or was it him?
Here he was, doggy style, and had been going along with her instructions
all night, and it must look like he wanted it pretty bad. Could he back
out now? Was she really likely to believe that he had "forgotten" she
was wearing a strap-on, especially when she'd dominated him with it until
he'd been able to service it thoroughly? He'd seem like a real buzz-
kill, going along with all the foreplay and then coping out at the end.
Where would that leave them?
The tip prodded a little further, and suddenly her hand was gone from his
dick. "Relax." Her thumb took its place and began swirling at his anus.
A drop of cold liquid landed right on it, and she worked one finger
inside him. "Relax, open yourself to me" she commanded. He tried, and
kept trying to be as open as possible as she slipped a second finger
inside him.
"Is it messy?" he asked.
"I'm wearing gloves. You should check before you get to this point," she
scolded. "Safe sex." Another stinging blow fell on his ass from her
other hand. "I thought you knew. This is how girls finger-bang safely."
Her hand pushed down on his back, making it arch his hips sexily. "Don't
tense up your back. That's what guys who don't know how to have anal do,
and it is unflattering."
Chastised, he tried to focus both on keeping his hips tilted and his anus
open. And then he felt a strange quiver from deep inside. "Oh, you like
that?" Sara asked. "You are a virgin. This is a prostate massage."
Pre-cum was oozing steadily from his dick now. "I could maybe bring you
to orgasm this way," she said. He believed her, and by a few minutes
later was begging for more and moaning into the pillows.
Too soon by far her fingers withdrew and he heard her take the glove off.
Somewhat disappointed, he wasn't ready as the head of her cock slipped
into his ass. He focused on trying to stay open, and soon she was deep
inside him. She started slow, gently sinking her dildo into him before
pulling out until just the tip was inside him. Over and over, and slowly
Max began to understand how much work it took to be on the bottom. Her
thighs began slapping into his ass then, in earnest. She no longer took
deep strokes, but rather was grinding on his ass in such a way that she
was taking pleasure from the other end of the toy buried inside here.
Sara began to groan, and then began to call out, grabbing his hair. "Oh
fuck, fuck fuck, Michelle, I'm fucking your ass hard, baby. Do you like
it when I fuck your ass?" SMACK! " Michelle, oh Michelle, little virgin
Michelle picking up cock at the bar!" She was hitting his prostate
again, and it felt like he was moving toward an orgasm from deep inside.
Before it came, however, she pushed his head down into the pillows and
then collapsed on him, face down on the bed. She humped and ground on
his ass for a few more intense moments, organizing thunderously. "Oh god
you're a good lay." She giggled again. "Michelle! I hope you like
dirty talk in bed!"
She nibbled on his neck as they lay there. He was still hard, and the
cock was still buried deep in him. He started to wiggle his hips in
frustration, trying to get back to the edge. He couldn't see it, but a
big grin spread over Sara's face. "Dirty, dirty girl. Still want more,
huh?" She pulled him back to his hands and knees, her cock buried deep
inside him the whole time.
"Say your name." SMACK.
"My name is Michelle."
"Say what you want." SMACK. That one hurt, landing on the same spot.
His ass cheeks felt red and hot. "I want to get off."
"Beg me." He did. He called out her name, and asked her to fuck him
until he came. He promised her things, after she hinted that it would
help convince her. He promised to blow her every night for a week, and
to try to dress in pretty things for her. He promised to get a tongue
piercing, because, after all, his talent deserved to work with the best
tools. He promised to paint her portrait.
Just as he was at the breaking point, she revealed her last surprise.
"Look into the camera while you cum!" His orgasm crashed over him, but
without a bit of relief. Fear flowed through him as he stared into the
camera, fear about how much he had enjoyed his first night with Sara,
fear about how much power she naturally exerted over him, and fear about
what it meant that she had recorded it.
Afterward they showered, both pretty spent. They fondled and caressed
and kissed. It felt like sleep would come immediately, but instead they
murmured to each other into the night. Sara, spooning him, whispered
desires into his ear. He whispered back, "yes." They planned to meet
after work the next day for another date.
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