A Promise and Then Some Fun

"I...." Clara took a deep breath. Her head was spinning, and she felt as though she wasn't even really awake anymore. The world around her had faded to a mute hum, and it seemed like only she and Alex even really existed anymore. Clara felt her face heat up, and hated herself for blushing like some innocent schoolgirl. She took a second breath, trying to calm the fluttering in her stomach.

"I think..." She said carefully. "I think that I might be willing to try something like that. I-if we take it slowly, and carefully."

Clara gulped, not even sure she knew what she was agreeing to. She was afraid. Afraid of what would happen, but at the same time, she also felt safe, Alex was right there, and she could see that he was taking it seriously too. It was like stepping off a cliff, into the void where you knew you would fall. But did you trust someone would be there to catch you? She shivered, her body felt hot, her nipples were tingling, and she could feel the moisture staining her thighs. But beyond that arousal, there was something even more, even deeper. Tinged with terror, and yet willingness as well. Clara had never felt like this before, not even in her fantasies, and it was so easy to get carried away, and worry about where she would be left. But Alex was right there, right in front of her.

"What you're asking is...." She gulped, one hand rising to play with a strand of dark hair that had fallen across her face. Idly, she twirled it around her finger, her deep blue eyes searching Alex's face for some clue as to how to feel. She found none, of course. Her answers would have to come from within. Alex's eyes were kind, strong, but silent. This was her time to answer, not his and he was clearly worried that he might bias her in some way. The thought was cute, and made her want to chuckle, but she was far too nervous for that right now.

"Alex..." She tried again. "What you're asking is insane. To dance at a strip club, to be a cam girl, to be seen naked, to be humiliated and ashamed..." She stumbled over the words, her stomach surged as the image of each possibility played in her mind. "If you asked any other girl, you'd be laughed out of the building. If you were lucky..."

"I know." Alex said. "But I am not asking any other girl, I am asking you, Clara Ellison. You were the one who told me that you...that you like this sort of thing... and I think that you want to go further."

He laughed nervously. "Truth be told, I want to do the same. I never thought this sort of thing would get me off, but lately, it's been all I can think of. At first, I thought I'd be doing this just for you, but I am finding things out about myself too... That's why I want to make sure we're on the same page. I want to know, and I want you to know that I know and that I care. If you say no, we'll forget it, just go back to normal. If you say yes, then I can't promise I know where this will lead... but I'll be right beside you the whole way."

Clare's body felt like it had been electrified. Her skin tingled, and she tried to muster the strength to speak. She was scared. Scared of where they might go, and yet also exhilarated. Did she really want to go further? How many fantasies had she had that she knew she could never even approach in real life?

She felt the weight of the moment, she felt as though her world was about to change. Her heart hammered, and her mouth felt dry, arousal screamed through her, but for once, it was a lesser thing, easily ignored.

Slowly, Clara reached across the table, catching Alex's hand. It felt warm between her fingers, and she squeezed it, the sense of contact between them grew intimate, as though the world continued no one and nothing else.

"Alex Curren...." She said slowly. "If....if you promise to be there with me and stand by my side...if you are going to be discovering yourself at the same time as I am then I...." She took a deep breath, her heart was pounding so fast she felt light headed. "Then I agree. Let's do it. Together."

For a moment, nothing happened, then a stupid looking grin, part amazement and part relief, split Alex's face.

"Yes." He said. "Together."

They arrived back home late. Dinner had been a nice affair, though truthfully neither of them could remember much of it. They'd been too busy basking in the realisation of the pact that they had just made. It had passed in a blur, and all of a sudden, they'd been sitting in a taxi going back to the house. Then, Alex had been unlocking the door, and here they were. Alex's pulse was racing. He could not believe the day had gone as well as it had. All morning he'd worried about it, and now everything had turned out perfectly. He felt warmth spreading through him at the sight of Clara. The door closed behind them, and he turned to lock it. Outside, it was already growing dark.

"Hey, Alex." Clara said. "Do you think I should take my clothes off again?"

She probably meant it to tease him, a gentle mockery of the sort that she so often enjoyed. In this case however, it only inflamed his imagination. He reached for her, his hands sliding up her waist, the dress pressed down against her slender frame. She felt warm to the touch, her skin was soft under the fabric. Clara's breath caught in her throat as he felt her through the clothes, for a moment, the two met, their gaze locked.

"I don't think clothes will be needed for the rest of the night." Alex managed, then drew her into a deep kiss. Clara's mouth opened, Alex felt her body pressed tightly against his own. The swell of her breasts rising and falling as she breathed deeply, desire tinging her face with red. his arms folded across her back, his tongue pressing into her mouth, the kiss deepened, both of them giving into the lust and arousal they had been feeling all day.

After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart. Mostly just to catch their breath. Alex's legs felt weak, Clara was trembling. A flush of red crossed both of their faces. Alex breathed deeply, feeling his pants growing tight as his erection bloomed. Clara's eyes flickered down to it, but he could see that she was equally aroused. Her inner thighs were stained with liquid, the sight of her wanton need made his blood race, filling him with desire.

"H-hey, master...." Clara managed. "Are we really going to go all the way like this?"

Alex's hand closed around the leather collar that Clara was wearing. Her eyes flashed with surprise as she felt him pulling her slowly forwards, into another kiss. They embraced, he felt her pressing against him, her hands fell to his waist, and he could feel her working at his pants. His fingers fumbled, feeling clumsy as they attacked the back of her dress. After a moment, he felt it come loose. Clara trembled as Alex's hands worked along her shoulders, brushing her sensitive skin as he went. He folded the straps down her bare shoulders, her skin felt warm to the touch. Then, he started to pull the dress down her body. Clara shivered as she was exposed inch by inch, her pale skin flushed with arousal and desire. At the same time, Alex felt his pants come loose, his manhood was now poking through his underwear. Clara's hands found it, gripping it gently, and sending a flush of electricity running through him at the contact.

Clara's dress hit the ground, and she stepped out of it, now fully exposed. She had not been wearing a bra or panties as per his orders, and so there was nothing to conceal her from him. Alex took a step back, reluctantly breaking their contact, just so that he could have a look at her in full.

Clara was beautiful. Her body was slender, her skin was pale. Her breasts drew the eye, not too large or too small, her nipples engorged with lust and desire. His eyes moved lower, roaming across her long legs, and then to her lower self. Clara's mound was already clearly engorged, her inner thighs wet with her own desire. Her labia was half open, her pussy opening the way to him. He took it all in in an instant. Clara. The woman he had always dreamed of, naked before him and wanting.

It seemed like a dream, but if it was a dream, it was one that he did not want to wake from. Not waiting for another moment, Alex kicked off his shoes and socks, then shrugged off his shirt. He could feel her eyes on him, sweeping across his body the same way that he had looked upon hers. He could see that the same lust fired her. The same heat blazed between her legs.

Alex's underwear soon joined the rest of his clothes on the ground in a pile, and he stood naked before his girlfriend, his shaft was engorged, the sight of her filling him with need. A moment later, they embraced again, more aggressively now. Clara moaned as he nicked her ear with his teeth, biting gently upon her earlobe and pulling softly. The strength seemed to leave her legs, and he pushed her against the far wall, using it to balance her. He moved, trailing his mouth along her shoulder, kissing her all the way. He could feel her skin reacted, could hear her soft moans, her body shuddering as he went.

His fingers found their way to her lower entrance. Clara gasped deeply, her labia were forced aside with animal need as he reached for her, gently inserting his digits into her pussy. She gasped, grinding against him as she did, the feeling sent surging desire along his spine, racing to his shaft. Clara threw her head back, her eyes closed as his fingers ran the length of her lips, stroking her and gently entering her. He could feel her pussy convulsing, constricting around his fingers as if to guide him deeper. She was gasping, and so was he. But she was the one who moaned, enjoying his touch even more due to the day of denial.

Alex felt Clara's hands curled around his back, her fingers digging into his skin, but even as he played with her, making her shudder with delight, those hands moved, circling slowly lower and lower, sliding across his back, down his waist.

"Alex..." Clara murmured between moans. "That feels so good...Oh god, I never thought just being fingered could feel like this.... But I want to make you feel good too..."

Alex felt her hands close around his shaft again, this time more firmly, he shivered, his skin screaming with stimulation as Clara gently but firmly steered the tip of his manhood towards her waiting pussy. She spread her legs, balancing against the wall. Alex felt the heat of her body, his own lust rising in great waves that crashed down against him. At last, he was pressing against her. Her lower lips softly crowning his manhood. The realization of just how close they were made him throb with excitement, but still, he found it in him to pause, looking at her, her face flushed with desire and arousal, he still managed to ask her one last question?

"Are you sure?"

She nodded silently, and he thrust forwards.

The feeling of entering Clara was like nothing he had experienced before. Her pussy was already moist, left wanting by the day's games, but he felt the touch of her lips against his shaft as he buried himself, the soft grinding stimulation making him moan himself. His hips thrust forwards, acting on instinct, and Clara's body ground against him, setting his manhood on fire with want. Breath caught in his lungs, and he withdrew. Clara clung to him, her hands circling his back, she pressed against the wall, pushing her body into his, the sense of contact was so intense, he could feel her soft skin against his own, every gasp, every moan transmuted from one partner to the other.

He entered her again. Clara groaned, a deep animal sound, he felt her pussy constricting around him, holding him in place, the motion as he thrust was intense, for both himself and for her. Clara shivered, her breasts poking into his chest, he could feel a heat building in his loins, but didn't care for it right now. Clara consumed his whole world. The sense of her, the scent of her, the feeling of her. She took up everything.

The two found a rhythm. Alex thrusting forwards and Clara pressing into him, forcing him deeper into her body. The contact sent fire spreading through his limbs, each push and withdraw felt more intense than the last. They were both breathing heavily, raggedly gasping as they fed into one another. Clara threw back her head again with a long moan as Alex forced her against the wall. His mouth found the side of her neck, and he trailed kisses along it. Her legs grew weak, trembling in the face of the explosion of pleasure that swept her body with each thrust. As for Alex, an animal desire seemed to have overtaken him, and each press of their bodies became more and more intense. He felt her soft skin against his own, her lower self inviting and wanting, her liquids stained his cock as he thrust into her. Clara moaned and shivered with delight, and Alex himself could not contain his grunts of pleasure. He couldn't help it, he pushed himself harder and faster, fucking her with everything that he could muster. It was the climax of all of his dreams, everything that he had ever wanted here and now.

Clara was naked, pinned to a wall by his cock, wearing a collar, having agreed to be his slave. He was fucking her, fucking her right now, as he had always wanted to do, but always felt guilty for desiring. Now, that guilt did not matter, he let it go, focusing only on the minute, on the growing sense of pleasure that swamped his mind, made his legs tremble, and hardened his shaft. Clara gasped and writhed under his touch, the feeling sending shockwaves lashing through his body.

At last, Clara came. It was with a long, strangled sound, half moan and half scream as her lower body filled and then overflowed with pleasure. Her skin must have felt like it was on fire, burning with want as he ploughed into her. Alex felt her pussy shiver and shudder, gripping him in a way that he had not experienced before. Of course, that was the key for himself as well, and before he could even warn her, Alex felt his own climax rip through him, stealing his breath and thoughts with its sheer intensity. His cock shivered, and his cum exploded from the tip, filling her up even as he continued his motions. Clara's eyes opened widely, realising what had happened, but it was too late to stop, the both of them were locked in orgasmic bliss. Their flesh barraging them with hormones and desire, their nerves singing, their bodies intertwined.

At last, they pulled apart. Both gasping, tired. It had not lasted for very long, but it had been so intense that it had felt much longer. Clara slid slowly down the wall, her chest heaving, her breasts shuddering. Her thighs were still wet, but now not only with her own juices. Alex's own cum was gently leaking from between her lower lips. Her body was shaking, her legs spread, he could see it even as he recovered himself. The aftershock of the orgasm swept through him, stealing breath and words alike.

As Alex started to recover himself, he realised just how far they had gone...

What was he going to do now?