Alone With Heather

That weekend Reese left on a week-long trip to visit his parents in the north, taking his daughters with him. Heather stayed behind, partly because she had work to do, but partly to help me integrate into school.

As soon as the car left the driveway, she turned to me. "James, I'm sorry the girls had to leave just now and leave you here alone with me. We'd had this trip planned for months. I'll see if I can get some girls your age to come over to satisfy you sexually."

"Oh, don't bother on my account, Mrs. Bech. I'm OK with having the house be a bit quiet -- I'll tell you what, I'll let you know if I need that."

We walked inside. "Alright, James," she said. "I know you've enjoyed fucking my ass already, that was pretty clear yesterday! And just so we're clear, Reese being gone doesn't change anything, you should feel free to use me however you like." We reached the kitchen, and she started brewing a pot of coffee. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please Mrs. Bech," I said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Can I ask you something about free use?"

"Sure, dear," she said. "I'm happy to answer your questions. What is it you want to know?"

"Well, I was wondering... I mean, what exactly is available in free use? Like, what can I do?"

"Pretty much anything, James. Any woman of age is available to you for sex. Like you already did with me, you can fuck her holes, as much as you like, in any order... is that what you mean?"

"Sort of, but I was kind of curious about... umm... other things"

"Oh, sweetie, I think I see where this is going." She poured two coffees, set one in front of me, and sat down next to me. "Do you have some kink or something?" I looked at her quizzically, so she continued. "I mean, is there some specific fantasy you want to act out? There really aren't many limits James. You can't permanently change someone -- like you couldn't make me get a tattoo -- and you can't injure anyone, but otherwise the law says that if it elicits a sexual response, it's fair game. Does that answer your question?"

I blushed a little. "Yes."

"Maybe you 'd like to tell me a little? Or just make requests? I've done it all you know, you aren't going to shock me. And really, James, it's your prerogative."

"What if.. what if I wanted to see two women have sex?"

"Oh, James, that's totally fine, of course. I can call a friend right now if you'd like to watch me eat some pussy. Would you like that?"

"Not yet, Mrs. Bech. I was just curious. What if I wanted something weirder though? Like what if I wanted to tie you up?"

She laughed a little. "James, you have a lot to learn about our ways. Of course you can tie me up! Bondage is a totally ordinary part of the sex experience. In fact, we've got a pretty good collection of handcuffs, ropes, collars, leashes, and whips just for this." She smiled sweetly at me. "Why don't you --"

"Did you say whips?" I blurted out.

"Yes, I did, honey," she said. "Like I said, you can't injure a woman, but a little temporary pain is fine. We've got whips, nipple clamps, riding crops, all kinds of things. Or you could just bend me over your knee and spank me. Or even slap me if you'd like that."

I was starting to get hard. "But wouldn't that be strange?" I asked. "Like if I slapped you, then later we'd just go on like nothing happened?"

"Of course it wouldn't be strange, James." was the reply. "It's no different from any other sexual need of yours! It's perfectly normal. I hate to see you so hesitant and, well, blocked up..." She turned her chair so she was facing directly toward me and not the table. She opened her shirt, revealing her breasts. "I know you're unsure, being from another country and all, but I want you to know it's totally fine to do whatever you like. Instead of beating around the bush, how about you just tell me exactly what you want? Just use the crudest possible terms, I want to hear you say it. You can start, 'Get over here and...'"