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A psychologist might have said that James' desire for an older woman was due to not having a mother figure in his life. James knew that his mother had died around the time of his birth, but he didn't know anything else, as his dad wouldn't talk about her, her death or even tell him what her name had been. Tired of being kept in the dark, one night James demanded answers from his dad, and he finally broke. His dad was yelling at him when he said, "I crashed the car while driving her to the hospital. She didn't make it but you did. Is that what you wanted to know? Are you happy now?"

His dad had walked off after saying that and James wondered if his dad blamed himself for the accident or did he blame his son for "choosing" to be born at that exact time. No matter what his dad believed, James decided to never ask about his mom again, as the circumstances of her death appeared to overshadow the memory of her life.

James hated that he'd made his dad relive such a torturous event, but if nothing else, it finally helped him understand why his dad had gone to college yet not gotten his degree. James had been born in his dad's senior year of college, and without anyone to help him, he had chosen to sacrifice his degree, along with his future, to raise his son.

His dad giving up his degree to raise him had proven to be a big sacrifice. Without that piece of paper his dad's promotions were always blocked. His dad was still able to provide for the two of them, but his dad should have been earning three times what he was right now. James knew that in many ways he was to blame for their current financial situation, and that gave him all the motivation he needed to get his own degree. James wasn't sure how, but he told himself that one day he'd find a way to make everything up to his father, so his sacrifices wouldn't have been for nothing.

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COFFEE, TEA OR COUGAR?

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When James started college he encountered his first cougar. This wasn't some slightly older girl, but a woman over twice his age. Having gotten a taste of the hunger, passion and experience she possessed, James knew it'd be very hard to ever date a girl his age again.

Over the next 4-years James excelled in school and had a string of older women take him under their wing, and into their beds. He never stayed with any woman too long but each one taught him more about how to treat and please a woman. Being the good student he was, he became quite adept at charming mature women out of their panties. In fact, James had become so skilled that when he set his eyes on his man-hating liberal arts instructor, he was eventually rewarded with a special "oral exam" in her office, every Tuesday at 3pm.

As James grew closer to graduation, he transitioned from study halls and libraries to a small coffee shop on the other side of town. This particular shop had decent wifi, comfortable chairs and non-coffee snacks that weren't too far outside of his budget.

The real advantage of coming to this shop was the fact it was near the business district. This location attracted an older clientele than the chain coffee shops right off the college campus, and that was more than enough reason to make the trek across town and fight the traffic.

James was a creature of habit, so he always came to the coffee shop at the same time every day; however, one day he arrived early in the morning so he could work on a project. He'd planned on spending most of the day at the shop doing his assignment, but his plans quickly changed when a woman he'd never seen there before came in.

James couldn't take his eyes off of her, and despite his project needing his attention, he couldn't concentrate with her sitting so close to him. He felt himself begin to sweat and his heart raced as he stole glances of her, and he knew that somehow, he had to meet her, but first he'd have to learn everything he could about this woman.

James barely received a passing grade on his project because he spent the entire rest of the day eavesdropping on her conversations and then investigating her online using every new piece of information he gathered.

James began showing up at the coffee shop early every day after that, just so he could watch her from afar, and his persistence paid off. Even though she didn't post a lot of things online herself, her friends, colleagues and acquaintances had revealed plenty.

Her name was Angella. She was single, never married, a lawyer at a prestigious law firm, and as fate would have it, she had hooked up with a fair number of younger guys.

Over the next month, James became an expert on all things Angella, and when he was confident he could capture and keep her attention, he made his move.

James waited for Angella set her things down to claim her table before going up to get her coffee. While she stood in line James walked by and discretely swiped both of her pens. Even though that doesn't seem like a big deal he was betting it'd be enough. You see, Angella had a thing about taking notes while on her work calls, and those notes were always handwritten. He suspected she was one of those people that never fully embraced technology since she didn't grow up with it like he did, but whatever her reason for her insistence on handwritten notes and small online footprint, he would use that to his advantage.

It didn't take long before he saw her furiously searching for something to write with during her Wednesday morning conference call, and that's when James became the gentleman and quietly slipped her a pen with a smile and a polite nod.

Once the call was over she walked over to his chair to say thank-you and ask if she could keep his pen a little longer. As she approached him she caught the feint scent of his cologne, which happened to be the same one she purchased for any guy she went out with more than once. Sticking out of his book-bag was a copy of her favorite book and sitting next to him was a project board which had the word "separate" spelled "seperate".

Angella couldn't help herself when she saw the commonly misspelled word, so she politely pointed out his mistake. His almost coy and appreciative smile drove her to continue the conversation, just as James had believed it would. With the ice broken, James began to put into practice all the things his mature teachers had instilled to him.

After that first day in the coffee shop, things began to move fairly quickly between them, as was her style. However, James had an advantage she knew nothing of. On the side of her work bag she had the name "Queen Ang" embroidered, and on a whim he used that name in an online search. It was that pseudonym which had lead him to two different blogs and one online journal, all of which were written to show the writer's devotion to "Queen Angella."

Seeing how Angella avoided technology whenever she could, James suspected she knew nothing of the very extensive and thorough blogs dedicated to her, and it probably never crossed her mind that someone might share the most intimate details of their relationship on the internet for anyone to read. .

Armed with what he knew, James was able to engage her at every turn. He showed her aspects of his personality he knew she'd like, withheld blatant sexual innuendo and remained vague when discussing most other details about himself. Most importantly, he tried to remain a mystery which she would need to solve.

It took less than a week before she brought up the topic of marriage. Once again, James had the advantage because he'd known this would come up.  Without missing a beat, James completely shut down any idea of wanting to get married, and he never mentioned wanting kids. As he finished giving his answer, he watched as she tried to hide a smile of approval.

His answers had made Angella ecstatic, for she'd broken things off with every guy who had even brought up the topic of marriage or children. It didn't matter if a guy mentioned a niece's birthday party, her experience had taught her that even a mild reference to kids could eventually morph into an offer to "settle down" or start a family. She had a schedule and plan for her life, and being shackled down with a husband and kids wasn't a part of that plan. She'd worked and sacrificed too much for her career to derail it now. She only needed a man in her life for one thing, and she'd found that there was no shortage of men willing to meet that particular need. For Angella, no matter how well a relationship was going, any hint of wanting to see her domesticated was an immediate relationship death sentence.

Having finally passed all of her tests she asked him out.  James accepted, but refused to act too excited. He knew that the harder she had to work to get him into the bedroom, the more she'd want him and quicker the dominatrix side of her take-charge personality would come out. Oh, he had read, in quite some detail, about her sexual fetishes from one of the active bloggers and ex boy-toy of hers. James had gone so far as to contact one one of the bloggers directly, under the guise of wanting to learn how to be more submissive. Through their extensive chats James had learned everything he needed to know about her darker kinks, the sex store she shopped at and was later treated to an insider's opinion as to what drives a women like Angella.

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DINNER CONFESSION

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James' first date with Angella was a success, and if it had been any other woman, he would have slept with her that night. James had seen the signs and he knew he could have fucked her after a single date, but he wasn't ready to.  This wasn't just any woman, this was Angella, and he was waiting for just the right time to take their relationship to the next level Yes, he had fucked quite a few older women, but when it came to Angella, he wanted their first time to mean something. He wanted it to be the kind of experience neither of them could ever forget.

Over the next six weeks James went out with Angella quite a few times. They had lunch dates, dinner dates, romantic dates, movies dates and even a weekend away. James knew she wanted him, but he also knew that she understood the law when it comes to consent, intention and rape. Angella would never have sex or engage in any sexual activity until the guy made the first move

The first time he was with her she'd hint at her darker nature, but she'd only delve deeper into her true desires the second time they slept together However, before they'd have sex the second time she'd present him with an extensive contract nobody ever read. He'd be told the contract was just a formality to show that their relationship was mutual and to prove he wasn't after her money or possessions. She'd have given him no reason to doubt her and no guy with a hard-on would chose to read a lengthy legal document when he could just sign it and cum.

The contract was, of course, not routine or standard by any measure. By making him initiate sex and then sign an iron-clad contract, he would have made it nearly impossible to win a case against her in court, no matter how hard she pushed him or what happened in the weeks ahead. To this date, nobody had ever threatened her with legal action, but she liked knowing that short of killing someone, she was protected no matter what she did.

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After going out with her for just over two months, the day arrived when James knew the time was right.  He hoped that despite the lack of advanced notice, Angella would jump at the mere hint of him being ready for more.  As with everything else, he had read her correctly.  When he texted to ask her if they could go back to her place after dinner so they could hang out a bit more...."privately", she responded by saying, "I have a better idea, let's skip the restaurant. Come over once you're finished with class, I've got something you can eat"

James played dumb and insisted they go out, because he wanted to celebrate the end of the semester. Reluctantly she agreed, and she was further annoyed when he didn't take her up on the offer to "step inside for a celebratory appetizer". 

Angella was starting to believe she needed to end things and find some new stud, but when he casually let his hand brush across her ass as she got in his car, her heart raced. There was something about James that had captivated her from their first meeting, and now that he seemed ready, she prayed the wait had been worth it.

At the restaurant he sat next to her, touching her leg and teasing his fingers ever higher until they barely slipped under her skirt.  When Angella later excused herself, she came back from the bathroom with her blouse unbuttoned. This time she sat across from him so he could begin to imagine what else she had to offer. From there the two engaged in a coded discussion of their sexual desires, but one you'd only pick up on if you listened carefully. As she looked into his eyes she understood that his innocence was just an act, and she loved it.

By the time dinner was over, the thought of what she wanted from him had Angella ready to throw her young companion on the table and lower herself onto his body, despite the room full of onlookers. She'd never had to work so hard, or so long, just to get a guy in bed. More than once she wondered if his hard-to-get act was why she felt so horny and why she wanted him so badly right now. The fact was, she'd felt horny all day and the only thing that had stopped her from masturbating earlier was his innuendo heavy text about tonight.

When James picked up the dessert menu at the end of their meal Angella broke her non-interference rule as she reached over to stop him.  She had been patient with him, and while he seemed more willing to go further tonight, she was tired of waiting and hoped that a little redirection might do him some good.  With a finger at the opening of her blouse she pulled her bra lower as she looked at him. Once she was sure she had his attention she said, "No James, that's not the dessert I think you want. I have something I really want you to eat, and I think you want it too." She then let her finger trail down between her breast and into her lap suggestively as she said, "So how about we head back to my place so I can give you what you really want."  

She paused for a moment before emphasizing the importance of making the right choice by adding, "but if you're not interested, you can get something here and I'll save what i have for someone else.  All you have to do is tell me what you want. Do you want a kiddie dessert from that menu, or something a bit more mature at my place?" She pressed the finger in her lap into her crotch as she continued "I promise you, what I have for you is very warm and so moist I'd actually call it.....wet"

When he didn't immediately reply her excitement grew. He'd kept her waiting and even now that she was virtually throwing herself at him, he was holding back. It'd been a while since she'd had a challenge, and from her experience, the more someone fought giving up control, the more complaint they were once she broke them. Based on the way he had been acting, James was setting himself up to be her ultimate submissive pet.

As Angella's panties dampened at the thought of all the ways she could break him she gave him a stern and suggestive look as she added, "Trust me, you want what I have, but I need to hear you say you want it or we can't go further."  She slipped her foot between his legs and into his crotch as she continued, "Once you've experienced what I have, you won't be able to get enough, which is why I will be feeding it to you all night long. I promise, you will become addicted, I already know that. I can see it in your eyes. I already know that after tonight you will agree to anything I ask just to get more."

A smile touched her lips as she said, "I know that sounds like an exaggeration, but I promise you, it's not. It's "that" good." She then slowed her speech to emphasize the words, "I'm...that good." After a brief pause she resumed her thought by asking, "Are you ready for that James? Are you prepared to do exactly what i say in order to get your first taste? Be a good boy and tell me what you want.  I need to hear you say it"

James had planned on dragging this out longer, of teasing her through dinner, on the way home and for another hour after getting to her place, but there was something about her that made him want to please her. He genuinely wanted her approval, so he found himself saying, "Yes, I want it", before he realized he'd spoken.

Angella smiled as she leaned on the the table to get closer to him.  Her voice went softer, but it kept she same intensity as she said, "And what is 'it' James? Be specific"

James smiled at her and he tried to convey his own growing desire as he said, "You know........it"

Pain suddenly shot through James as Angella's foot dug into his cock and forcibly pinned his balls to his leg.  Her voice took on a new level of seriousness as she said, "That wasn't specific, was it?"

James shook his head 'no', too afraid to speak, out of fear the pain radiating through him might be heard in his voice.

Angella relaxed her foot and as if by magic she began rubbing and coaxing his cock with her foot once more as she said, "Be a good boy and be specific this time." She looked him in the eyes in hopes he'd grasp her seriousness as she said, "Every choice you make leads to reward or punishment. You can be a good boy or bad boy. the decision is yours. Either way I will get what i want from you. Regardless of the path you choose, you will become addicted to pleasing me and the pleasure I let you feel." Angella leaned in a little further and with a mix of seduction and intimidation she added, "Your decisions dictate the ratio of reward to punishment you experience. If I were you, I'd choose my next words very carefully."  

Angella sat back in her chair and her foot retreated from his lap as the distance between them increased.  She stared at James and she could see only a hint of conflict in his eyes as he tried to process what had just happened.  She had seen that look before. It was the look of someone who had always thought they were in control and couldn't be pushed around, suddenly realizing they aren't the alpha in the relationship.  It was a look she enjoyed, and one in which she savored. This didn't mean she'd won the war, but the look in his eyes told her she'd won this battle.

James momentarily forgot about his plan and all the research he'd done on her. Once more he didn't think before he began saying, "I want to fuck you. I don't want to wait any longer. Ever since the day we met I've thought about what I pray happens tonight. I want to fuck you more than I've wanted anything else in my life, and there's not anything I wouldn't do to make it happen. I can't wait for tomorrow or next week, I want you tonight. I want us both to remember tonight for the rest of our lives."

James thought about stopping there, but something drove him on as he confessed his desires. "I've purposely been making you wait because I was desperate for you to want tonight as badly as I do. I hoped you'd be so frustrated and anxious that expectation would burn every detail of tonight into your memory so that for years to come you'd still remember every single second." James barely stopped to breath as he continued, "I know that what we have won't last, it's not your style, but I accept that, and if anything, that intensifies my desire for you to remember how badly you wanted me to fuck you. I want it to be crystal clear in your mind that when we fuck tonight it isn't some drunken accident or heat of the moment madness, instead, what we did only happened after I took the time to get to know you."

James looked into her eyes with an intensity she hadn't seen in him before as he added, "I want you to remember that for two months either of us could have ended this, but we didn't. I also want you to know that I didn't text you today on whim. In fact, nearly a month ago I circled today's date on my calendar and wrote 'Fuck Angella'"

Angella stared back at him, listening to the most honest, and confusing, confession of need she'd ever had from a guy. Before she could say anything he continued, "I can see how badly you want me in your eyes, but I promise you that your desire for us to leave here and go back to your place doesn't exceed my own." Reaching out James took her hands in his as he finished by saying, "I want you to understand that I'm prepared to let you do anything you want as long as you take me back to your place and fuck me tonight. And I mean it....anything."  

James suddenly realized that he was no longer whispering and people were now staring at him.  James instinctively knew that, prior to a few minutes ago, everyone would have believed he was out to eat with a relative, neighbor, potential employer, co-worker or family friend, but James neither cared that now people knew that wasn't true nor that they had heard what how he wanted her. He had meant every word he'd said, and if a few awkward stares was the price to pay to fuck her then he'd gladly endure them.  He looked into her eyes as he asked, "Was that specific enough?"

Angella raised her hand to get their waitresses to bring the check.  She smiled at her young partner and said, "Good boy. There may be hope for you yet"

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ONE FINAL TEST

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Back at her place, Angella didn't wait for him to make the first move, as she normally did when she was with a guy for the first time. James had declared his intentions and desires verbally, in a public place where multiple people had heard him. He had actually done her a favor by letting others hear what he wanted. Even without a contract It would now be virtually impossible for him to take her to court, no matter what she suggested or did to him in the coming weeks or months. Witnesses could recount his absolute claims of how far he'd go and the complete immunity he'd given her to do whatever she wanted. He had been stupid to expose himself like that in public, but that was the dangers of youth. Those that were young acted on impulse, without the careful planning and eye on the future as she possessed. Due to his mistake, she now owned him.

As much as she wanted to dive into her true desires, she'd go easy on him tonight and reward him for waiving any chance he had in court, should he decide her kinks weren't for him. Yes, she'd let him enjoy himself tonight, but after this one night it would only be about her. He'd soon see her as his goddess and he'd worship her for every dirty, forbidden and immoral thing she'd do to, and with him. If he ever hesitated, she'd explain what his signature on that contract really meant, and that realization would provide the extra leverage she'd need to make him compliant.

No sooner had she shut her front door her hands were on him. She began undoing his shirt and dropping it to the floor. She wanted to see his body, his toned, young and very resilient body.

As she watched his chest become exposed she bit her lip in approval. She was growing more excited and aroused, but not because he had obviously taken good care of himself and worked out. Oh, it was true that he was a very fine specimen of male species, but what had her anxious were the thoughts of how she would soon push his body to its limits, and how soon he'd be decorated with the permanent marks and scars signaling his devotion to her.

James' lips found hers and he began to kiss her passionately. She could feel how much he wanted this in the intensity of his kiss and roaming hands.

Despite having decided that James would be rewarded tonight, Angella knew the importance of setting the tone. She would let him enjoy himself, but he also needed to understand her needs always came first. Furthermore, when she decided she wanted sexual satisfaction he had to learn that he shouldn't waste her time by slowly working up to touching her more intimately. She wasn't some school aged girl with dreams of finding her prince. She was a confident woman, comfortable with who she was and what she wanted. When her body wanted pleasure, from now on, he had but one job.

Angella reached down and took one of his misguided hands. He'd been busy touching her side and back in a way some would considered affectionate. She firmly moved his hand down to her leg, under her skirt and then directly onto her very wet panties.  She pressed his hand against her as she began to show him the way she wanted to be touched.

Following her lead, James used his other hand to reach under her blouse, freed her breasts and began rubbing them.  Out of nowhere James heard a sharp noise coupled by pain across his cheek.  He looked up at her suddenly realizing he'd just been slapped.  

Before he could ask why she'd done that he felt her hands in hair as she pushed and directed his head lower.  With her other hand she tore open her blouse and pulled her left breast out.  His face was now being pressed against that breast, her nipple hard and poking his lips.

"Consider this your audition. Show me what your mouth can do and maybe I'll occasionally lay back so you eat my pussy instead of always riding your face. Show me you possess some form of natural ability and you'll have earned your first freedom" she said.

James knew how much he wanted tonight, but upon hearing her talk and treat him like that, it made him want it more.  He hadn't expected to, but there was a part of him that really wanted to gain her approval. He wanted to hear her say "good boy", as she praised him. He longed to be told he'd done a good job and that she was proud of him. He hadn't come back to her place tonight with that being a goal, but something deep inside him was challenging his plans.

James took her breast into his mouth as she reached down and pressed his hand back between her legs.  He'd stopped rubbing her when she slapped him, and she was offering him a simple reminder that she had needs he was expected to fulfill.

Angella didn't know if it was the two month build-up to this night, James' eagerness or his natural talent, but she had to admit her body was responding to everything he did in an unprecedented fashion.  Simply sucking and biting her nipple had nearly caused her to cum twice already, and the throbbing between her legs was becoming unbearable as he touched her.

Angella wasn't willing to let James think he could make her cum on his own that easily, so she put a hand to James' chest and pushed him away.  James was perplexed as he'd heard the lust fueled breathing and moans just seconds before, but he didn't say a word.

After a moment's consideration Angella took an aggressive step towards him, causing their bodies to be pressed together once more. He didn't fight as she pushed him to the ground and onto his back, her face never smiling or betraying the need he knew she felt.

Angella had intentionally not touched James sexually or taken his pants off, and she had no plans of rectifying either of those things at this moment. Instead, she stepped over him and placed a foot on his chest. He stared up her skirt as she reached down to begin sliding her panties off.  

As her panties came down James saw what the blogs had told him and his fingers had already confirmed. Staring up at her, he didn't see Angella's pussy. Instead he was looking at a full dark bush, and he found that he couldn't look away.

Angella had expected more of a reaction from him upon seeing what her panties barely hid. She always enjoyed the reaction guys had when they realized she kept her bush so thick that it was hard to see her pussy through it. The fact he didn't openly react pleased her because it signaled he wanted her, no matter what..

Angella stepped out of her wet panties and dropped them on his face and over his mouth.  Like a good boy he didn't attempt to remove them, and once more, that pleased her.  She smiled as she asked, "Do you like what you see?"

James nodded and said, "I do", and he meant it.

Angella had heard the lie before. She knew what guys wanted so she tested him.  "Why?"

James knew the answer. Every guy that spoke about his time with her all said the same thing, which meant their "opinion" had been fed to them by her. If he wanted to score points with her all he had to say was, "because it's yours and it's what you want"; however, as he stared up at her, another thought came to mind.

Taking a risk James replied, "Little girls can't grow hair. Most women are crippled by the notion guys only want young girls, so they pose and dress themselves up like one in hopes a guy will want them for the fantasy they provide. But you're not a girl. You're a woman. When I look at you, every part of you, especially your pussy, I want to be reminded that you're a woman. When your pussy is on my face, I don't want be thinking about a girl, I want to know I'm eating a real woman's pussy. Most of all, I like that your pussy isn't like other women's, because you're not like other women, at least not to me."

Angella was taken aback. Since the day she first met James he had been surprising her and she'd been uncharacteristically drawn to him. He seemed almost too perfect. Initially she had thought he was attempting to play her to get her into bed, but when he never made a move, she was forced to reconsider his motives. But now, hearing his answer, she knew that she'd found someone unique.  She didn't just like his answer, she loved it.

His reply deserved praise so she gave him a little smile and said "Good Boy".  She had learned a long time ago that praise was only an effective tool when given out in very small amounts. She had witnessed time and time again how the scarcity of praise increased its value, thus allowing her to leverage its power more effectively.

Her pussy continued to throb as her mind began to contemplate all the things she'd soon do with him as a willing and devoted toy. Not wanting to delay her own relief any longer she said "if it's a woman's pussy you crave, then you're about to get your wish"

Angella had planned on riding his face right there on the floor, cumming and then sending him off to masturbate at home, as punishment for making her wait over two months for sex. However, he was continually proving himself to be a mysterious treat she didn't want to deprive herself of. As her own need ached inside her she decided his punishment could wait a little longer so she stepped away from him and pointed down the hall.  In a tone which reflected the control they both knew she possessed she said, "Last door on the right."

As James sat up slightly and looked to where she was pointing she added, "By the time I get there I want you laying on the bed, on your back and completely naked. If you can keep proving you're a good-boy I may grant you the pleasure of knowing what it's like to be inside me." She gave him a smile as she said, "Go....don't disappoint me"

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James didn't waste any time.  When she told him to go, he did just that.  He rolled over, jumped up and almost ran down the hall.  He didn't know how long she'd give him to get to the room and get undressed, but he didn't want to risk failing her test if she hurried after him.

James had been thinking about tonight ever since he'd seen her in the coffee shop that day and he couldn't let his plans be derailed.  He'd become almost obsessed with the thoughts of their first time together, so much so that his grades had slipped as he researched and prepared for it.  However, if tonight went the way he wanted, it would all be worth it.  With his heart racing he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a paper-clip, then he jumped on the bed and rolled to his back just as she stepped in the doorway.

Angella looked at him and smiled.  Once more she offered a rare "Good boy."

She turned the light switch off and closed the door to her room behind her.  With black-out shades covering the windows the room was completely dark and James couldn't see anything.  His heart was already beating fast, but it sped up even more as he heard her walking towards him.  

Angella didn't need the lights in her room as she knew where every little thing was. Being dark worked to her advantage and increased her control since he'd never know what she was about to do next. Having him so off balance, and helpless, turned her on. Fewer things turned her on more than making a man helpless as she stripped the power away from him that he'd felt his entire life. And while she liked the way James looked at her, he hadn't earned the right to see her as he pleased her. In time he might prove himself worthy of that gift, but until then he'd have to be content with the brief view of her breasts and hairy pussy she'd given him earlier.

As James laid there he heard the light rustling sounds of clothing being removed just before hearing a drawer slide open next to the bed. He swallowed, purposefully not moving as his mind raced through all the things he knew she might be going for.  He listened as she dug through the drawer, sliding things around before hearing the clinking sound of something metal being laid down. With neither of them making a sound, James felt the bed give as she climbed up to join him.

Angella straddled James' body and she laid down on top of him.  Her lips found his and she began to kiss him passionately. As soon as she began to kiss him she ran a hand down his arms until she found his wrist.  He didn't fight as she slowly pulled his arm over his head.  Her tongue probed his mouth while cold metal closed around him.  

James began to feel how wet she was as her pussy began to grind against his cock. The heat coming off of her pussy told him just how much she wanted him, and he wanted her to have him.  When Angella broke her kiss and said "Give me your other hand", James didn't hesitate to lift his other hand over his head, placing his wrists next to each other.

Angella smiled to herself as she closed the handcuff around his other wrist, not only fastening his hands together, but to the headboard.  She was always surprised at how easily guys were manipulated. The fact they lose the ability to think when their cock gets hard was further proof that women were the superior beings. For James all it had taken was a hint of sex and a little grinding on his cock, and he'd willingly given up his only chance for control.

Angella had only ever let two guy be in charge during sex, and the last time it happened the results were disastrous for her. She swore she'd never let herself feel out of control again and for over two decades she'd proved it wasn't hard to control or dominate men. As long as men thought sex was possible, most would agree to anything. Angella fully believed that if more women understood the power they could have over men the world would be a different, and better, place. Until that day of enlightenment, she'd continue playing men's games in the corporate world while making them submit to and please her in private.

Angella broke her kiss and began to slide up his body. Her pussy throbbed knowing that in mere seconds she would test his potential. In her mind's eye she imagined him naked and restrained beneath her. Holding on to that thought she lowered her pussy to his face for the first time. Pinching her own nipple she softly purred, "Be a good boy and eat mommy's pussy".

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EAT WHAT IS SERVED

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James might have cum just from hearing her talk like that, but between her low voice and her thighs covering his ears, he couldn't make out what she said.  The reality was, he didn't need dirty talk to motivate him to lick her. The mere feeling of her bush on his face was all the encouragement he needed to open his mouth and stretch out his tongue to taste her.

Her wet public hair coated his face and as she pressed herself onto him and he had to push her thick hair out of the way with his tongue as it tried to fill his open mouth.  He pulled at the cuffs because he desperately wanted to hold back her hair and spread her lips so he could lick her and take her into his mouth the way she wanted. However, his struggles were in vain. No matter how he pulled at the handcuffs, they weren't budging, so he laid there, helpless under her womanly body.

Angella was amused by the fact every guy pulled on the handcuffs as if they'd give way. The whole point of handcuffs was to restrain someone and she didn't buy the standard sex-store fuzzy handcuffs with the quick release latch. She wasn't the kind of woman that wanted a kid's toy. She was the kind of woman that wanted to know that any guy she brought to her bed would stay put until she was done with him. Given the fact James had made her wait for over two months, she had every belief that he'd wake up the next morning, still handcuffed. Only after he'd eaten his special breakfast would she consider reaching for the key in the nightstand.

Angella pressed her pussy onto James' face more firmly and she felt his tongue finally part her lips.  He sucked one lip into his mouth, taking the fold in before she felt his tongue trying to force its way up into her. 

Angella spread her legs wider as she let more of her weight descend upon him, helping his tongue push further up in her. 

Feeling like his tongue had gone in as far as it could, she lifted slightly and then descended again. She repeated this again and then again, feeling his tongue fuck her the best it could.

Angella groaned and squeezed her breasts, pinching her own hard nipples as she fucked his face. His tongue in her felt good, but it wasn't enough.  She pulled her hips back as she rotated as she pressed down once more, forcing his tongue across her clit.  Her clit nearly exploded as a bolt of lightning raced through her with that single touch.  Angella couldn't contain herself any longer, so she reached down, and with one hand, she grabbed his hair within her fist.  Gripping it tightly she held his head in place as her hips began to rock and thrust.

Angella felt her orgasm building in her and she wasn't going to hold off.  She rubbed her hairy cunt on his  face and the fact he was trying so hard to lick, fuck and taste her with his tongue, like a good little boy, made her even more horny. 

It only took a minute more before she felt her pussy clench and then explode, with the first of the many orgasms she knew were to come. As her pussy exploded, she fell forward slightly, clutching the headboard as her pussy throbbed in one orgasmic wave after another.

James laid under Angella and it was all his tongue could do to keep up with her continued thrusting. He worked to keep up with her because he needed her to feel good and to lose herself with how he made her feel. James knew he both wanted, and needed, her mindless in her lust, becoming lost in her own pleasure.

James' cock was hard and straining for the pleasurable touch she still hadn't decided if she'd give him, yet he leaked a steady stream of pre-cum, proof of his own need and dark desires.

James felt her lean forward, her weight pressing on him more, her hips continuously moving.  As she bent over and leaned into the headboard for leverage, she ground her hips so his tongue would focus on her needy clit.  As she ground her clit into him more, he could almost feel it swelling in his mouth, all the while becoming even more soaked by her pussy and that ample bush which enveloped his face.

Angella hadn't backed off her assault of his face when her second orgasm began to overtake her.  James' tongue had needed a break so he'd just stuck his tongue out as she ground herself on it, and it was in that position she ground herself over the edge.  This time as she came James felt a small rush of liquid hit his tongue and run down the side of his face.

James' cock jumped slightly as he felt the warm liquid running over him and he realized she had just squirted a small amount. In another situation James might had assumed she'd just gotten really wet, but as he chatted with the blogger he'd contacted, James had discovered that two guys had successfully made her squirt. His heart beat faster as he began to contemplate what this might mean if he was indeed the third guy to make this elite list.

After Angella's massive orgasm, James had a small break in her relentless using of his face. During those moments he recalled the conversation he'd had with her ex boy-toy, turned blogger. He had told James, quite proudly, that once Angella squirts, no amount of cumming would fully satisfy her. He claimed that having squirted, every other orgasm made her feel unfulfilled, as if she was "leaving some in the tank". 

Both the blogger, and James had initially believed that phrase meant her orgasms were incomplete and she simply needed to cum again or more completely.  However, the blogger enlightened James to that incorrect notion by revealing the truth.

James had listened as he was told that Angella didn't find relief by "emptying her tank" through masturbation, grinding, toys or more orgasms. Instead, she literally emptied her tank by cumming as she rubbed her clit and pissed herself empty atop the boy-toy who had made her feel that need.

The problem was, James had gotten the impression from their conversation that she couldn't possibly squirt until she'd trained a guy on how to please her the right way. It'd taken both of her previous toys nearly three months before they made her squirt the first time. With that time-frame in mind, James had discounted those conversational details and he never factored it in as part of his plans for tonight.

James wanted to believe she hadn't squirted, but deep down he knew she had. His only hope was that, if her release had been small, perhaps she'd not be consumed by the same need brought about by incomplete release. However, as his mind contemplated how the evening was already going, another sobering fact crept into his mind...as long as he remained in the handcuffs, she could do whatever she wanted to him or on him, even if she hadn't squirted

If you'd have asked James three months ago what he thought about the prospect of being peed on, for any reason, he'd have flatly refused to consider it. Yet now that he was confronted with the very real possibility, he strangely didn't feel scared. There was something about submitting to Angella that changed his natural instincts. He knew what he had planned and wanted tonight, but for some reason it helped knowing he was giving her what she wanted, and the knowledge she was pleased with him filled him with pride.

Angella's heart beat fast as she came for the fifth time.  No one had ever made her cum and react like this, it was almost as if his tongue, and likely his entire body, was made to fit together with hers, as if it was designed to please her in some perfect way.  She hadn't been sure if she squirted the first time it happened, but the second time she felt the pool of fluid in her building up and releasing, she couldn't deny it.  As she built to her third squirting orgasm she started to debate whether she could really "empty her tank" with him, this soon and without a signed contract. However, when she heard him choke as she squirted in his mouth, her desires darkened and she longed to give him a proper taste.

Angella's mind began to consider things she normally wouldn't this soon, but James was special. James was light-years ahead of where he should be, so why limit herself to simple face fucking and jerking off tonight? She let go of the headboard and took his hair in her fist once more and she tilted his head backwards. She would offer her new toy a simple test while also distracting herself from the feeling of unfulfilled release which had been building within her.

Angella lifted off of him and scooted forward just a little. She reached back to spread her ass-cheeks before lowering herself enough that her ass lightly touched his face. Instantly she felt his head lift and his tongue cross her asshole. Just like everything else with him, that single touch caused pleasure to coarse through her.

She had offered him her ass, but hadn't forced the issue to see what he'd do. His eager tongue hadn't let her down, and even now she felt him exploring and licking as much of her ass as he could reach. She recognized the hunger and need as he strained against the handcuffs in an effort to get more of her.

As his tongue explored her ass she relaxed her legs and pressed her ass more firmly to his face. If he wanted her ass that badly, then she would let him have it.

She had expected him to lick her harder and more furiously now that he could more easily reach her, but that obviously wasn't enough for him. Angella's pussy spasmed when she felt his hungry and desperate tongue stiffen and force its way into her. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider so she could sit down further on his face, thus allowing him to penetrate her dark hole as deeply as his tongue would allow.

Knowing he was doing what his need dictated, she moved a hand to her clit and touched herself because her need demanded attention too. As the fog of arousal overtook her, she decided that even without a signed contract, he was obviously ready for more.

Angella became lost in everything she was feeling, but it wasn't his tongue in her ass or her fingers on her clit which sent her over the edge this time. The trigger for her latest orgasm was the thought...."I'm not leaving anything in the tank, and my good little boy will swallow every drop"

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James didn't know how long he'd been handcuffed to the bed or how many times he'd made her cum, but neither seemed to matter.  Angella appeared to be a never ending fountain of desire and need, not to mention the literal fountain she'd filled his mouth with, twice.  It was an understatement to say that she was like no other woman he'd ever been with. and despite him not having his own orgasm, he felt strangely ok with it.

Angella was needing longer breaks between her whole body orgasms the more the night went on, and within those brief moments of rest, James' mind wandered to their future together. He knew going into tonight what she might do, and he also knew that nothing they had done compared to what would occur in the weeks ahead. He knew that she would work to break him of every dominate impulse he had and she'd ensure he was willing to please her, no matter what she asked.

His first real challenge would come the day she told him she wanted to introduce him to a married couple she knew. While at their house that night they'd notice a basket of laundry in the hall. Angella would ask him to find a dress and pair of panties in the basket he found sexy. Once he found them, she'd demand he change into them, in front of everyone. As she praised him for being such a good boy, she would fuck him with the strap-on she used for pleasure, not the one she used to punish him. At one point the husband would mention that watching her do that was hot and that would be Angella's queue to suggest he help his new friend out. Angella would stop fucking him and join the wife on the couch, and the two women would watch as James gave his first blowjob. The following day they'd return to the couple's house under the guise of Angella having left something behind; however, before they depart, James would go to his knees. lift his skirt and pull his panties aside as the two women watched the husband relieve his need in James' "pussy".

His next big hurdle in training would occur over a weekend. On a Friday night a friend that worked at a vet's office would need to leave town and she'd ask if Angella could feed and walk the animals being boarded for her. Angella would take James with her to help, and as roleplay he'd walk in on all 4's while wearing a collar. As they walked the animals, multiple ones would be taken to the same large kennel, instead of being returned to the kennel they started in. James would then be sent into that kennel with fresh water only to find Angella shutting the door behind him. She'd purposely not lock him in, but he'd understand that he wasn't supposed to leave, so he wouldn't. She'd smile as she explained that all the animals in that kennel, male and female, were in heat. She'd go on to tell him how her friend would get fired if any of the pets went home pregnant, so it was up to him to ensure every female was satisfied as often as she needed and that every male was so drained he couldn't impregnate a bitch if he tried. To help, James would be given enough viagra and other stimulants to get him through the next 40 hours of his trial. When his time was up she'd take him to a pet store and have him pick out his own puppy. Despite the papers he'd sign during adoption, James would understand that, under no circumstances, was his new pet to ever get fixed. This would ensure that his dog would grow up having James fulfill all its sexual needs, and more importantly, even years later when James continues to fulfill those needs, he'll remember Angella and his on-going devotion to her.

Intermixed between all of this Angella would train him with object insertions, chastity belts, intentional blue-balls and hypnosis therapy. He'd learn to love his toilet training, orgasms caused by pain and fire-play sessions. After these things, and so much more, the idea of being branded won't faze him, and in fact, he'll welcome another mark of devotion to her. 

In less time that he could believe possible, she'd have him worshiping her for everything she did, and he'd hand over everything he owned to her if it'd make her happy. He had always doubted the claims that such devotion and acceptance could be achieved by anyone, but seeing how he had responded to her already, he was beginning to believe he too could become swept down her river of seduction.

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Angella's body was covered in a sheen of sweat, virtually from head to toe after the near endless waves of orgasms she'd experienced that night.  She hadn't cum that hard, or so many times, in a very long time, and yet somehow, she still wanted more. James had proven to be worth the wait, and now they had crossed the sexual line, she was prepared to do things with him she hadn't felt her other toys were ready for. His immediate acceptance of everything she'd done told her that the levels of depravity she'd only dreamed of were only weeks, not months, away. 

James' cock had remained hard through most of the night, which she verified by touching it periodically. However, when she reached down this time it was only semi-hard.  She felt the familiar slickness of pre-cum which now coated her hand, and she knew he'd soon grow to love the feeling of unfulfilled need. 

For the first time since he'd been handcuffed to the bed, she began to grip and stroke his cock, When he recognized her touch as more than just a quick arousal check, his cock quickly re-stiffened. desperate for more.

She couldn't help but smile as she heard him groan and then gasp at her touch, knowing he had yet to really understand what desire felt like.  As she toyed with his cock she bit her lip deviously and her mind wandered down the list of things she wanted to do with him, once he signed her contract..

Her pussy throbbed once more as she stroked him, her own body reminding her that the need rising up within her needed to be taken care of. so she removed her hand from him to touch her own swollen clit. As her body jumped at the touch, she began to contemplate if perhaps he had finally earned a true reward for his devoted, eager and very thorough attention to her body.

She placed her hand around his cock, the juices from her pussy being combined with his pre-cum soaked cock to create the only lube nature had ever intended. 

Feeling her wet hand, and knowing that she was rubbing herself on him for the first time, James' cock dribbled cum once more. By this point James was so lost in his own need that he couldn't have made cock go back down if his life had depended on it. 

James was almost embarrassed as he couldn't push aside how aroused he felt or stop his growing need to please her. Even the simple touch from her hand felt like ecstasy, and as much as he wanted blow his load to show her how much he liked her touch, her hand was not where his cock craved to be.

James felt Angella's grip tighten around his cock as she squeezed him harder and she could hear him trying to control his breathing.

"Does my good little boy want to cum?" she teased.

"Yes, but not yet" he said through ragged breaths.

Angella gripped him tighter and pumped his cock harder, "Not yet? Why not? Have I not teased you enough?"

James groaned as she stroked him and he finally said, "You have, and I desperately need to cum, but I've not pleased you enough yet to earn my orgasm"

Angella's hand stopped momentarily.  "Oh? Dear boy, tell me more"

Angella's hand resumed stroking him and she could imagine the strained look on his face as he fought to hold back what she knew was a long overdue orgasm.  Truthfully, she hadn't planned on making him wait this long to cum, but everything he did felt so good she hadn't been willing to let him stop just so she could address his need.

James tried to center his thoughts as he said "You began tonight by grinding on my cock. You made my cock wet doing that, so I know you wanted that and more. I've pleased you so many times with my mouth and my tongue, but I've yet to please you in the way you wanted first. Let me fix that mistake.  Please...."

Angella almost laughed "My boy thinks he's clever. You want to fuck me, but you're trying to convince me you're only thinking of me and my need?"  She lowered her face down to him as she said, "I'm not that easily fooled. But I tell you what, I will offer you a compromise"

James felt her get off the bed and then return a moment later.  There was a slight tearing sound and then he felt something cool around his cock as she gripped it.  Angella ran her hand down and around his cock and almost immediately his cock started to feel differently.

Angella then moved up and straddled his hips before bending down once more.  James felt her pussy press against his cock, but it didn't feel as intense as he knew it should.  Whispering in his ear she said, "I am going to let you please me with your cock, because you're right, I do want it. But you won't be fucking me, I'm only going to grind on you.  And since you tried to manipulate me into fucking you, you're wearing a condom with desensitizing gel. I was prepared to let you have, and enjoy your orgasm, but not anymore. I hope this small punishment will to help you remember...it is always about my need, not yours"

Angella began to move her hips more furiously against his cock, and despite the thick condom and gel, he still felt himself getting closer to cumming.  Angella began breathing harder and she pressed her body against him, her breasts now flat against his chest.  Once more she groaned, and in his ear she whispered, "My boy really does want me, doesn't he? I can feel your cock swelling and those are the groans of someone close to orgasm. Let me make this clear....do not think about cumming. I forbid it. If you disobey and cum on your own, you will regret it, and that is a promise."

Angella was breathing harder as she worked herself against his tortured cock, She worked to make him cum because thought of him being punished for disobedience turned her on even more. She ground herself down on him, his cock head pressed against her opening, it nearly slipping into her wet abyss before she slid along his shaft, until his head was forced to rub her sensitive clit.  The truth was, she wanted him inside her and having him so close was driving her insane. She was quickly becoming lost in her own body's reaction as she felt the next orgasmic wave building, its release threatening to consume her once more. Angella silently prayed he'd cum when she did, because she couldn't imagine anything sweeter than having a reason to give him his first true punishment.

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James listened as Angella's orgasm drew closer. By now he'd heard her cum enough times that he knew the signs.  Knowing she was both distracted and in the position he wanted, he slowly began moving his hands down towards her hips.  

James had known he'd be handcuffed and he also knew the store where she bought all her sex toys.  That store only sold two brands of "real" handcuffs, and he had purchased both. For the past month he'd practiced freeing himself from each model, using only a paperclip on the simple locking mechanism.  James had leveraged the dark bedroom and Angella's own orgasmic bliss against her. She had been so swept away in her own pleasure that she'd been unaware that he'd loosened both handcuffs just enough that, any time after her second orgasm, he could have slid his hands out and been free.  Ever since that moment, which felt a lifetime ago now, he'd been lying there, continuing the charade until he believed the time was right.

Angella was just about to cum again when she felt James' hands on her ass.  It took her a moment to process what was wrong with that, but just as she put it together his arms wrapped around her and he rolled over. 

Having caught her off guard, James was able to knock Angella to her side and then to her back, as he positioned himself on top of her.

"Hey!" Angella screamed, and she reached up to hit James.  Her hand made contact with his body, and that was her first mistake as now he knew exactly where that hand was. Grabbing her wrist he pushed it down to the bed over her head.  In one quick motion he pushed the handcuffs closed, looped it back around and then over her wrist, tightening it as far as it'd go.  Shocked and confused, Angella made her next mistake by reaching her free hand to her cuffed one in an attempt to stop him.  Her other hand carelessly placed right where James wanted it, he clasped the other cuff on her wrist, leaving her restrained and attached to the headboard before she fully registered what had happened.

James sat up and leaned over to the bedside table to turn on the light. Once his eyes adjusted he saw the drawer on the table still open with the various condoms, sex toys and lube he knew she'd have one day used on him. Scanning the area he found the only thing which could ruin his plans. He smiled when he spied the key to the handcuffs in the bottom of the drawer, well out of her reach.

James was brought back to reality as he felt, and heard, Angella pulling against the handcuffs with all her might.

As the metal bit into her arm, Angella finally understood why all the guys struggled so.  It wasn't that they didn't understand how handcuffs worked, they were simply in disbelief as to what had happened. They wanted to believe they could get free, and their mind couldn't accept they were actually helpless until they first proved it to themselves.

"James, let me go, right now. Right now you hear me? I do not consent to this!" she yelled, pulling on the handcuffs once more.

The need that had burned in James all night welled up into him now.  He ran his hands down her body, feeling her breasts, stomach and pussy.  As he touched her she thrashed around on the bed and James had to use his own body weight to hold her in place.

As James laid on top of her, Angella felt his hand go lower once more  She moved and thrashed under him more violently as he put a knee between her legs in an effort to pry them apart.  Once more she yelled, "James, no, stop. Stop James. I do not consent to this. I do not give you my consent!"

James didn't say anything but instead he used his hands and both legs to force her knees open further.  Try as she may, she knew she couldn't win. She'd cum too hard and too often that night, and she was exhausted; whereas, James was not only fresh, but he had a testosterone fueled need giving him an extra boost..

She began to panic and was afraid of what he might do so she softened her voice and tried pleading with him. "Baby. It was wrong of me to make you wait so long. You want to cum don't you? Then let me help. Undo me and I'll make you cum any way you want. Ok? Just....undo my hands.....undo them and then you can....."

Having no intention of actually following through, Angella tried to bargain with the young man who was now touching her pussy. When his hand left her bush, for an instant she thought he had listened. The truth was, he had pin-pointed his target and his hand only retreated so it could help guide his cock to its destination.

As the tip of James' cock touched her pussy she cried out, "No you ca......" and then she gasped sharply. James looked into her eyes as he groaned, his cock disappearing into her very wet pussy. 

James placed his hands on her shoulders to help hold her in place, deepening the sense of helplessness she now felt. As James began to move his hips, he growled, "now it's my turn to do what I want" and then he pushed into her...hard.

Angella couldn't stop herself from moaning as she felt him fill her up.  It'd been so long since she'd let a man be in charge so she wasn't use to thrusts and movements she didn't control. She had no choice but to lay there, and feel his cock go in deeper, pull out, deny her and then push in again, all without warning. He wasn't fucking her the way she'd have made him do it, and that was the problem. Seeing as she couldn't anticipate his erratic movements, her body was constantly off-guard. Despite her mind's objections, her body responded to each thrust with the same intensity and need it had responded to him all night.

James had been in her for less than a minute when Angella felt her own orgasm building once more. She had been on the cusp of cumming when he grabbed her ass and it'd taken surprisingly little effort to bring her back to that point once more. She didn't want to cum this way, with him in charge. She couldn't allow him to think he could control her, do as he pleased or that her body wanted this on some level. Desperate, she tried to bargain with him again....

As she panted, willing her orgasm to not betray her, she cried, "James please, think about this. You can't. This is rape.  Just stop, free my hands. I'll ride you all night, I'll make you cum however you want, as many times you want. Don't do this. Not like this. Please, be a good boy, be my good boy, do it for me, please, don't ...don't let this be rape....Please you must....."

As she begged James thrust into her so hard it actually hurt and his cock slammed into her cervix.  While in as deep as he could possibly go, he cried out, "I'm....ahhhhh" and he began to cum

James remained still, staying as deep in her as possible.  He had just unleashed the largest torrent of cum he'd ever had in his life, due only in part to his delayed orgasm that night. The real reason for the orgasm which now left him light-headed was due to him bringing himself to the point of cumming three times a day for two weeks, but never actually finishing. Now that he had finally given himself permission to cum, the intensity and need of each of those sessions had just been unleashed into her.

As Angella felt his body convulse and spasm deep inside her, she felt something unfamiliar  Her body had understood before her mind had, and her body responded to that knowledge by cumming with him. As her pussy gripped his cock impossibly tight, her pussy pulsed, throbbed and milked his cock as it tried to suck him in even deeper.

His balls felt empty and drained so James pulled back and stood up, her pussy still contracting around him as it tried to keep him where had been. 

Angella couldn't believe what had just happened, but disbelief was quickly being replaced by fear. She was afraid to look at him, but she had to know for sure.  As he stood next to the bed she forced herself to look down his body, and when she did, her suspicion was confirmed. She found herself staring at his still hard cock. It was wet and glistened in the light, but as she watched a small drop of cum form at the head she also noticed that there was no condom to catch that drop.  Horrified she cried, "What did you do?  I'm not on the pill you fucking moron!"

James cut her off as he said, "Oh you're not. Then I guess it'd be even a bigger problem if you were ovulating."

Angella spat at him saying, "Yeah it would be but I'm......" and then she froze.  She mentally started thinking back to her last period and James watched as her expression changed.  Fire hit her eyes as she hissed, "You son of a bitch, you best hope that I don't...."

James looked back at her as he reached for his clothes, "What? Get pregnant?  Oh that would be shame wouldn't it?  After all, you're deeply and morally opposed to abortion aren't you? That's why you're not on the pill. After all, your body can eject a fertilized egg while on the pill, and that's a form of abortion to your very legalistic mind isn't it? So.....I guess there's no morning after pill for you either. " As James pulled her shirt down over his head he sarcastically added, "Don't worry, I'm sure what happened to Sharon wouldn't happen to you, I mean, you're next in line to become a partner at your firm, so they value you."

Angella started to speak but froze once more. She'd never mentioned Sharon to him, so how had he known? Sharon was one of the few regrets that Angella had in her life. When Sharon and her husband decided to start a family, Sharon inexplicably became the victim of a downsizing effort at her firm. Angella knew the circumstance of Sharon's departure was suspect, but she had chosen to testify on behalf of her company at the "Wrongful Termination Lawsuit Hearing" because there would a promotion available if Sharon was no longer employed.

Angella pulled on the handcuffs and thrashed around on the bed as she screamed at him. "You're dead. You're dead. You hear me? I'm gonna come after you so hard you won't know what hit you. Getting raped in prison will be the least of your problems when I'm done with you. I'll ruin you! You hear me James? You fucked up and now I'm gonna fuck you....."

James finished putting on his clothes and he looked unphased by the threats she screamed at him.  He looked down at her restrained on the bed and almost laughed. "Really? You're gonna fuck my life up?  Sorry, that ship has sailed. I'm just evening the score"

Angella looked at him confused and screamed, "So you're saying tonight wasn't consensual and you lashed out in retribution? Retribution for what?" Then she scoffed, "So it's an insanity or scorned lover plea you're after? Seriously, if that's the best you've got then your ass is mine....it's mine!!!!"

James was ignoring her as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.  He held it up he said, "Smile" right before she heard the snap of a picture.

Angella couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. "You really are stupid! That's evidence now, You stupid dumb fuck. How dumb can you be? You're making my case for me. Just wait until....."

James started for the door as he said, "Dumb?"  He shrugged. and then said, "Maybe making bad decisions is in my blood" 

Angella pulled against the handcuffs again, the metal now cutting into her skin as she yelled out, "The fuck? You can't be fucking serious. You can't leave me like this! You can't leave! Get back here!"

A smile crossed James' face as he said "I can't? I thought walking out when you're helpless was exactly the kind of thing I should do." Before she could start yelling again he took out his wallet and pulled out a piece of paper. The action was so bizarre she just stared at him, watching as he walked back to the bed. Almost reverently James laid the paper down next to her, and in the same sweet voice he had always used with her he said, "You can have this, I like the new one better"

Without looking back at her he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Angella laid in bed, stunned, bewildered and pissed off, her blood running hot as the last few minutes raced through her mind again and again. She began to thrash on the bed once more, hoping to somehow get free, but it was no use. However, during her struggles the paper James had laid next to her had moved. With nothing else to do, she sat up and twisted as much as she could in hopes of making out what other evidence he'd left behind to incriminate himself.

Once she was able to get a good look at the paper, she realized it wasn't a piece of paper at all, it was a picture. It took Angella a minute to process what she saw but suddenly she remembered. 

The picture he'd left was of her and an old boyfriend, back from her college days.  She remembered that he had begged her to let him take "just one picture". Reluctantly she finally agreed to the one and only picture which had ever been taken of her during her pregnancy.  A few weeks after that that picture was taken she had told her boyfriend that having a baby would screw up the plans she had for her life. Then she argued that the pregnancy was entirely his fault because he didn't pull out like he promised, so she couldn't be expected to suffer for his willful decision.

Reluctantly he agreed to raise their son by himself and she further twisted the knife by threatening to prosecute him for rape if he ever told his son who she was.

Angella felt sick as realization swept over her. She suddenly realized the reason she'd been attracted to James so quickly was because he strongly resembled the only man she'd ever loved. And as she recalled James' speech at dinner, it suddenly held a brand new meaning. He'd told her he'd planned for nearly a month to fuck her on this night, the night she was ovulating. He'd also made it clear that he'd chosen to get to know her before fucking her and that he wanted the memory of how desperate she had been to fuck him to never be forgotten.

As her mind vividly replayed the every detail of the night over in her head once more, her pussy throbbed at the memories, aching for his mouth, his tongue and his cock once more. For an instant she wished her hands were free so she could touch herself using the memory of how he made her feel, all they'd done and all the things she still wanted to do with him as fuel for her need. Even without being touched, her pussy tightened and she felt another orgasm building up in her, but then the reality of who he was and what he'd left inside of her resurfaced, and she turned her head to throw up.

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SECOND CHANCES

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Michael James Lewis got into his car preparing to drive off as the sun slowly rose in the morning sky. He took one last look at his mother's house and a part of him ached over the realization he'd never see her again. On some level she had filled a void he'd always had, which is why he probably fought so hard to please her. He also knew most people would call what he did incest and rape, but that's not how it felt to him. He'd never known his mother. He'd spent his entire life believing she was dead, only to discover she'd abandoned him, leaving his dad to give up on his dreams so he could raise the son she didn't want.

No, what James had done wasn't incest, his mom was dead. Nor was it rape for all he'd done was provide a selfish woman the chance to re-live the mistakes of her past and chose a different path. This time there'd be nobody for her to blackmail into raising her child for her because she could never risk anyone discovering who the father of this child really was. For the same shameful reason, she'd never make good on any of the threats she had screamed him as he stripped control away from her. Instead, she would be forced to live with whatever happened next and she would never admit to anyone what had actually occurred during these last 12 hours.

James pulled out his phone and looked at updated picture he had of his mom. This was how he wanted to remember her....helpless, alone and used. He felt good knowing that in some small way his dad would receive vindication for all he'd given up as she chased a career he could never have, but she'd now undoubtedly lose once she began showing.

James put the car in gear just as he finished typing her address into a text message along with the note, "Come over, the door is open". Hitting send he pulled out onto the street, knowing his dad wouldn't be awake yet, but that was ok, their reunion had waited this long, what was another few hours?

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James' father had forgotten to charge his phone the night before so it was nearly 3pm before he saw his son's cryptic message. His father reluctantly went inside the strange house and was about to leave, having not seeing anyone home, when he heard a noise.

Following the sound he walked down the hall and slowly opened the door. Instantly he recognized the woman handcuffed to the bed, but he still questioned, "Angella?"

Angella's voice had gone hoarse as she had been screaming for help for hours, but she still managed to croak out, "The key" as she nodded towards the open drawer.

As James' dad stepped closer to the woman he once believed he'd grow old with and he couldn't help but stare at her very full bush. He absently wondered why she'd gone from waxing to 1950's vintage bush when he noticed the crusty mess in her pubic hair and the white stain on the sheets between her legs . He smiled once he realized what the stain had to be, and he couldn't keep the laugh from his voice as he said, 'Like father, like son"

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