Chaperone Becomes a Bitch Chapter 4 by Jack Sone
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... When I got home, it was 4:00. I threw my new JC Penny shirt in the closet and put the two pairs of panties I wasn't wearing on my dresser. I sat down and pondered over the next hour until I heard someone turning the door knob and trying to get into my apartment.
Chapter 5
I ran to the door and opened up. Evan backhanded me across the face with enough force that I fell to the ground.
"Bitch! You knew I was coming. Don't you fucking lock the door on me," shouted Evan.
He was nearly frothing at the mouth. I tasted blood. "I'm sorry," I cried. I should have unlocked the door. Old habits needed to change.
He looked down on me as I shielded myself from the possibility of more of his anger. It appeared the old Evan was back. But, he paused. I heard him sigh and he reached down and offered me his hand to help me up.
I took it and lifted up from the floor hoping there wouldn't be another shot across the face. ( He laughed. "You gotta learn, boy. You'll figure it out. You got to start thinking of things a little differently. You understand? Don't make me hit you like that. OK?"
"Yes Sir," I said. "I didn't mean to. I forgot."
"Come on. I want to see what you got today. Come show me," he said as he sat down on the couch.
I stood in front of him on the couch. He spread his legs and put his arms over the back of the couch. He was wearing a t shirt and nylon gym shorts, and flip flops on accentuated his long toes. He hadn't shaved. His hair was matted and I could smell sweat. He had a sheen that said he hadn't showered since getting off the bus after the school trip.
He looked me up and down. He wasn't in a hurry. "Take off your shirt, boy," he said.
I knew better than to argue, but I hesitated. "Take off your fucking shirt, I said!"
I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side.
He spoke softly. "Pick it up and fold it properly." His chin was tense.
I picked up the shirt and folded it neatly and placed it on the coffee table. Then, without direction, I took off my pants, folded them, and placed them on top of the shirt. I was standing there in my lace panties, no hair from the neck down. It was awkward. But, it was the first time I had ever exposed myself to a 17 year old dominant who was certainly in charge. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel.
He didn't say anything for a long time. I shifted nervously, holding my arms at my side. ( ( "Look at me," he said.
He sat there, legs spread, arms wide, and a smirk on his face that showed he was enjoying it. His vide was commanding. I almost felt like I was in his house. I looked at him - straight in the eye. It made me shudder.
"That a boy. I like your panties. Tell me how it makes you feel," he asked.
"I like them, Sir. Thank you for having me buy them for you. I like it if you like it Sir. I liked buying them because you told me to do so." It felt good to admit it to him.
He rubbed his crotch. "Come here and show me what you're good for."
I got on my knees in front of him as he put his hands on my head and guided me to his dick. This was the first time I had been alone with him. He had no one to show off for. He shoved my head into his crotch. The fabric was soft and I could smell his musk. He was hard and his dick was huge. He rubbed my face around his crotch, lifted his shirt and brought my face up to his belly button.
"Lick it boi." He guided my tongue from his belly button up to his nipples, pulling and pushing my head for his pleasure. He lifted his shirt over his head and brought my face up to his armpit and had me lick them. "Lick them clean, faggot." Evan was enjoying this.
His pits stank. I didn't mind. He wanted me to lick, so that's what I wanted to do. I aimed to please. It made me feel good pleasing him. He laid back and moaned, letting my tongue explore his musk and sweat. I was in a haze.
I was broken out of my haze by Evan saying, "Get up boy. Let me take a closer look at you." He was in no hurry.
I stood in front of him again. My hard cock straining the red flower on my new beige panties. He twirled his finger indicating I should turn around, which I did, showing him my ass covered in lace.
"Bend over and spread wide. I want to inspect my hole," he said.
I lowered my panties, exposing me hairless ass to my master. I bent over, reached back and spread my checks as wide as possible. I waited. After a long while, I heard him mutter, "umhm, that's one tight pussy boi." Next, I felt a finger at my asshole. He pushed, forcing me open. I felt his finger entering me and shuddered at him being inside me again. He was in to the second knuckle when he suddenly pulled out and slapped my ass. "Go get the others faggot. Show off for your master."
I went to get the other pairs of panties off my dresser and brought them back and showed them to Evan. "Which ones?" I asked.
He smiled. "Black."
I pulled on the black lace panties which were too small. I pulled them over my hard cock. The waist band didn't meet my stomach as my dick pulled the front out. He pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked up and stood inches from him. He reached out and slapped my dick a few times, back and forth and then turned me around to see my ass. He treated it the same way, slapping each cheek a few times. Not hard, but it stung. I'm sure they were pink.
"Let's see the thong, slave," he demanded.
Slave? I thought. Did he say slave? Whoa. I ... I wasn't prepared. I was his slave? What does that mean? I guess I got lost in thought and took too long. I was brought back to reality by another several slaps on my ass. This weren't playful and sent a clear message to me to get my ass in gear. I put on the blue thong which has a very small pouch that didn't come close to containing my hard dick and a single string that ran up my ass crack. I backed up to Evan... my Master. He took one finger and pulled the string away from my crack and let it snap back. It hit my pucker and stung. He pulled again and fingered my hole again.
"What do we have here boy? What do we call this hole?" he sneered.
"My asshole, Sir." I replied thankful that I remembered to add Sir.
Master Evan slapped my ass hard. "Men have assholes faggot. You don't have an asshole. What do you have?
Don't have an asshole? I didn't know what he meant. Of course I had an asshole. If I didn't, I'd explode, I'm pretty sure. I stuttered, "Um, a hole, Sir?"
Another hard slap. "It's a hole, bitch," he said. "What's my little bitch got between her legs?"
He said her. Her. She. What's a female got between her legs... "Pussy" I said. It's my pussy, Sir."
"That a girl." He said. I had pleased him! "How let's get that pussy to work, sweetheart.
He took me to the bedroom and fucked me for the next hour on sheets that were infused with Downey fresh air scent. He fucked hard, long dicking me because it made me wince in pain. He used every hole I had and I licked every pit, ball sack, dick, and ass hole he had. After he filled me with his cum, he pushed me off the bed and went to sleep.