Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2006 02:08:02 +0100
From: Blk Butch <blkbutch@googlemail.com>
Subject: Unlikely Couple 2

Disclaimer:
    You know who you are, if it's not legal for you to be reading a story
detailing sordid and kinky sexy between a teenage goddess and a butch old
enough to be her... older sister. Don't. ;)


Before I get started:
    Thank you all for the kind feedback! It's so nice to be appreciated.
;) Thank you to all you gals who were so very nice. Yes, you guys too. I
might not have you in mind when I'm writing but if you're getting a kick,
whatever floats. Now some of you, I'm sure, will be pleased to hear that
with the back story told I can get into the details of just what Anna
wanted of me. Still no sex, but oh we're getting there.

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So here I am again to tell the story of Anna and I. When I left off
chapter 1 I had just persuaded, well, no. I hadn't persuaded Anna to come
back to my place at all, had I? After weeks of rejection Anna had decided
she was coming home with me and that was that. I was just delighted about
it. In fact where we'd left off, specifically, was just inside my doorway
with my lips against Anna's well polished boot toe. That's where I start
chapter two.

"Good girl," Anna said somewhere in the edge of my hearing, but I was
lost just then and barely acknowledged it as I purred contentedly. I
might have already mentioned that I'm a real slut for heels and getting a
good up close look at Anna's was developing an itch within me. The heel
was shiny steel, just like the dozens of eyelets running up their length.
The leather was very, very freshly polished to a lustrous shine. Despite
my Top inclination my tongue slipped from between my lips and I began to
lap hungrily. As I leant down closer to slide my tongue along the curved
inside of her boot's arch I heard Anna laugh. Not the bright laugh she'd
shared with me during our many flirtatious conversations, something
harsher, more self assured. "Bull dykes and high heels, what is it with
you?"

Her boot pulled away from my lips and I failed to restrain the slight
murmur of disappointment. "Don't worry, you'll get another shot at them,"
Anna assured me, "I just wanted to make sure you were in the right frame
of mind." She crouched down in front of me, cupping my jaw a little too
firmly to be tender, inclining my head up to look at her. "You are in the
right frame of mind, aren't you?"

"I," I began, hesitating as I saw the cold steel in her eyes. "I think
so."

She smiled, exhaling softly. "Good." She leant forward, brushing her lips
against mine as she spoke, her grip tightening on my jaw to keep me from
turning it into the kiss I so obviously wanted. "And just what do you
imagine the right mood is?"

I swallowed nothing, my throat drying. "Submissive?"

"Oh?" Anna had a faint hint of mocking in her tone now. "I thought you
liked to be in charge, Chris. Isn't that what you told me?"

"Yes," I admitted. It was true, too. I was used to being Dominant, rough,
controlling, fierce and yes, in charge.

"But for me..." she trailed off, pulling back a little to meet my eyes
with hers.

"For you," I agreed.

"Excellent." I got my kiss. She leant in and pressed her lips to mine.
Her tongue invaded my mouth, as hungry as my own but a different kind.
The kiss was a mark of her power over me, her tongue invading me, warring
with mine and winning. As she pulled back, suddenly her teeth seized my
lower lip and bit down. Hard. Just for a moment I was convinced she'd
drawn blood but I tasted no copper.

When my eyes opened she was gone. I had taken a moment to recover and
lost sight of her. "You know, you don't have to stay down there," I heard
her call from my living room. Getting back to surprisingly steady feet I
rounded the corner to see the teenage Goddess looking through my DVD
collection. Now, I'm openly gay, openly fetishistic and your typical
butch bachelorette I knew exactly what she was looking at. Somehow I
didn't think it was Fight Club or Bettie Blue or even Bound. No, she had
my Gwenmedia and Belladonna collection in sight and before long she had
my copy of 'No Warning' in her hands. "Kinky bitch."

"What are you-" I started but she didn't let me get the sentence out.

"Getting to know you," she said with a grin in my direction, "the real
you not the bullshit you spin young girls you're trying to get into bed."
I didn't try and stop her as she crossed to my dvd player and put the
disc in. The opening scene is pretty hot after all and I have nothing
against watching porn with a girl to get heated together. Besides, I was
getting a bit carried away with everything and I felt just a little out
of my depth suddenly. I've had women turn out not be what I expected
before, been surprised by their intensity. This was different though. I
hadn't expected it from a teenager, hadn't expected the power of
personality that would subdue mine so quickly. When she sat in the center
of my black leather couch and crossed one leg towards me, pointing her
toe slightly in her boot, when she said "Get back to my boots, Chris."
Well, I did. I crossed the distance before I even knew what was
happening, sunk back to my knees, reached out to hold her foot as I
reached with my lips. "No," she corrected, pulling her boot away. "No
touching." She clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Hands behind your
back."

I did as she asked and Anna assumed I would. She didn't seem concerned
for a moment that I wouldn't. That self assurance just aroused me further
as I heard Belladonna and Lauren Phoenix begin to drag and shove Venus
around the kitchen on the screen behind me. We both moaned in pleasure.
My own was from the sensation of the slick leather against my tongue once
more. Hers was a combination of having a butch woman on her knees and the
first stinging blows rained down on Venus' ass in the movie.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Anna was looking down at me, amused by my
distant expression which had formed after several minutes of boot
worship.

"Oh yes," I nodded, speaking without pulling away.

She moved with enviable speed, pushing me away and gripping my lower jaw
tight, fingertips digging tight into my cheeks. "You know I really think
under the circumstances you ought to call me Mistress." She smirked with
thin lips, her other hand covering my mouth, trapping my nose between
thumb and forefinger, cutting my air off completely. "Any breath coming
from someone like you lacking the proper respect for me isn't a breath
wasted. I won't LET you waste breath. I'll take it away sooner than let
you. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded, unable to do much else, my eyes
wide with the sudden increase in the intensity of events. Strangely,
though, it wasn't fear. It was arousal. Lust. Purified and distilled. My
head might not have been able to work that out but my cunt was screaming
it loud enough to hear above any confusion. "Good." I could breath again
as she released her grip but I hadn't escaped further punishment. The
same stinging backhand which had brought me near seeing stars before
struck again. "Strip."

Working my jaw and blinking, recovering from the slap, I started to push
up to one knee. The back of Anna's boot came down hard on my shoulder
driving me back to my knees. "I didn't tell you to get up, I told you to
strip." My jaw tightened as I nodded my understanding, stripping my
sleeveless t-shirt off rapidly and tossing it aside. Next came my own
boots, quick-zips letting the military issue footwear slip off quick. My
leather jeans took a little squirming out of on my knees but I managed.
The boxers came easier and then I was naked. "Very nice," Anna
appraished, placing the soul of her boot on my chest and forcing me to
arch back on my heels. "Spread your knees." Obediantly I parted them to
reveal myself.

Why not? I was damn proud of my body. I'm a gym-rat. I work out and I
work out hard. I don't go for massive muscle mass but I do develop more
than most and I shoot for definition. I succeed to. I think the word is
ripped. I might sound arrogant but I out lift most of the men in my gym
and there's a reason I wear tight sleeveless t-shirts. I have a cut body
worth flaunting and I know it. "Perhaps a little more hair than I like,
but very nice indeed." I felt the spiked heel digging into my skin,
raking downwards across my chest and leaving an angry scratch mark. "Nice
muscle tone. I hope you have the stamina to match?"

"I do, Mistress," I said a little breathlessly, assuming this time at
least an answer was desired.

"We'll see," she said with a distinctly satisfied smile. "Close your
eyes." I obeyed and felt cold against my lips. I felt pressure. Slowly
Anna forced the shining spiked heel of her boot between my lips and into
my mouth. It kept coming, kept moving and I found myself drawing back.
That was an 8" heel and my mouth is only so deep before the gag reflex
fires. As I drew away she pushed forward, pushing herself gracefully up
off the couch to keep with me. My back arched backwards further and
further, my hands unmoving from behind my back where they had returned
after my stripping from sheer force of will. Anna's will, not my own. I
dared not disobey her. Eventually I reached my body's limits of strain
and balance. My feet slipped aside as I fell backwards, landing hard
against the hardwood floor and seeing colours on the inside of my eyelids
from the force. Still she pressed, now driving her heel directly down
into my upturned face. I could feel the hard plastic of her arch against
my cheek as she thrust her heel into me. It was inevitable, I gagged. She
laughed.

"Uncomfortable?" Anna asked, pulling her heel back a little and letting
me nod around it. "Good." She drove it back in hard, the sharp tip
scratching the back of my throat with one of those scratches that won't
heal for weeks, that would keep me aware of it for weeks. "I want you
uncomfortable." She began to rhythmically thrust her heel in my mouth,
gagging me with every thrust, scratching me with more than one,
uncaringly and relentlessly fucking my face with thin steel until I
reached for her boot with my hands. Then she pulled it away, standing
astride me.

"Bad bitch," she said, kneeling astride me. "I told you to keep those
behind your back. Didn't like me playing with your gag reflex?"

"No, Mistress," I choked out, throat feeling a little sore.

"Well then, let me make it clear. If you don't like something I do, you
can safeword. Just tell me red and I'll stop. You know the deal. The only
quirk is I'll STOP. I'll stop and I'll walk out. If you don't enjoy the
things that turn me on, well, this isn't going to work. That makes sense,
doesn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed quietly, the concept of her leaving sinking in.
My throat hurt, I could taste bile, we had only just begun... but it was
all preferable to Anna leaving me here with this aching need.

"Good," she stroked my cheek gently for a second before driving two
fingers roughly between my lips and making me gag violently again. Just
for a second then they were gone. "You want me to stop? Are you going to
safeword?" I could do no more than shake my head. "Good girl," she
whispered as she thrust her fingers into my mouth again, thrusting them
even more violently than she had her heels. "Very good girl."

Anna amused herself like that for what felt like several minutes. When I
could keep my eyes open I saw her alternately delighted or laughing at
me. I could feel a heat against my stomach where she straddled me, so
tantalizingly close to my own heat which was growing despite the
humiliation and discomfort as my saliva overspilled my lips and ran down
my cheeks. Mostly, though, I kept my eyes closed and let her indulge in
me. My eyes were shut when I felt her suddenly cupping my cunt in her
hand, squeezing tightly and making me spasm under her weight. Then she
slapped it. As hard as she'd slapped my face. I bucked so hard I nearly
threw her like a disobediant mount but she landed back on me and had me
pinned once more, laughing brightly again at my reaction. Withdrawing her
fingers and wiping them clean on my chest she chuckled. "Oh my poor girl,
you look so sad."

I opened now bleary eyes and tried to focus on her face. "I'm sorry,
Mistress, I'm just..." I didn't know what I was.

"You did very well," she assured me, "well enough for me to remind you
what you're obeying for." She licked her lips a little as she lifted her
weight from me, tugging the front of her skirt up a little to reveal her
black thong. It wasn't entirely transparent but it was reasonably sheer
and very tight. I could be very confident Anna was hairless. She shuffled
forward slightly, settling her weight back down on me to smother my
mouth. Breathing in I could taste a hint of her. Fuck. Something akin to
a firework went off in my mind. This girl was sweet tasting and I hadn't
even gotten a taste of skin yet. Her hips moved, grinding herself, or at
least her thong, against my lips. I slipped my tongue out and whimpered a
little as I tasted her moisture through the thin material. Yes, I'm 6'3",
I work out, I wear boxers and I like to be on top but I whimpered and I'm
not ashamed of it. Trust me, if you'd tasted her, you would have too.

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End of chapter 2. I'm a tease, I know.

Chris (blkbutch@gmail.com)

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