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Chapter 27
by caitlynmasked
What does Bradley do in the bedroom?
Bradley teaches Joy about pleasure.
I knew the moment Bradley walked into my home, that there was a high chance we’d be having sex again. I was just hoping that after making and serving him dinner that he’d go home and leave me alone. Reluctantly I follow him up, a little angry that he was leading me up to my own bedroom. Once we step inside, he gestures toward the bed for me and takes a seat in the chair near the window. His voice is as calm as ever, not angry in the least, but still sounds like an adult chastising a child. A disappointing child. “Joy, take a seat. I’m not a worldly man, but I know there are similarities and differences between all the cultures around the globe. Your social worker said it might take you some time to adjust to our society and last night I chalked up your **** to have sex as just that. But after your performance with my son this afternoon and your petulant acts during dinner, I think I get it. Go ahead and take your dress off so we can talk about it more clearly.”
Sitting on the bed I nod along with what Bradley is saying until he tells me to take off my dress. Seeing that he’s already seen and noted my ****, I figure that it’s probably worth the effort to try and push off any sexual activity. After all, this wouldn’t be new to him, it would just be an extension of my ‘petulant’ acts. “Bradley, I know women here are happy and even eager to have sex and I appreciate you offering your… wait… hold on… LET GO OF ME!”
Bradley wastes no time once he sees I’m not following his orders. Quickly, coolly, but confidently, he stands up and marches toward me. Before I can even pull back, he grips my shoulders and pushes me down onto the bed. He ignores my command to let go and instead just rolls me over onto my belly, pulling my dress up over my waist and exposing my legs and panties. With a grunt he pulls my panties down and starts tracing his fingers over my brand. His voice remains calm, but he is now pressing me into the bed with a hand on my neck and his fingers on my ass. “Joy, shush. Kylan told me about this brand and that you told him it wasn’t any of his business. I appreciate you not educating him on your particular kink, but I wish you’d told me about it. My wife, before she passed away giving birth to Kylan, was a little bit of a brat herself. She sometimes got a thrill out of acting like she didn’t want me, knowing it would make me more aggressive. She even sometimes pushed it so far that I’d pull her over my knee and give her some spanks to correct her bratty behavior. That’s what you want too, right?”
I was left speechless as I honestly had no idea how to respond. My mind just raced with the information and what it would mean going forward. He thought I was being **** as a means to make him more aggressive? He thinks this is a kink of mine? That I want him to push me and even… “OWWW”
My cry is more from surprise than pain as Bradley’s fingers lift off my ass only to return in an open-handed spank. His voice is still calm but stern as he asks demeaningly “I expect you to answer me little girl. You want me to be forceful and to spank you, right?”
My mouth stays open as my mind just goes blank. He spanked me! Only after he gives me another swat and I respond with another yelp do I find my voice. “Nn… NO! No, I don’t want that, Bradley. Let me up. Now! Ow, Ow, OW, OW!! OWW!!!!”
The quick five spanks Bradley gave me are still far weaker than I’m sure he could give me, but they’re all landing in the same place and the pain is starting to add up. My hands instinctively try to get in the way but quick as ever Bradley lets go of my neck and captures both of my wrists in his hand, pulling my arms up to the middle of my back and presses down there. This new position leaves me just as pressed into the bed as before, but now I have no use of my arms while my ass remains just as bare and ready to receive more blows.
Bradley holds me in this position for a moment without further spanks. When he speaks, he seems to be coming to terms with this situation himself. Coming to terms, unfortunately, in the wrong way. “Okay Joy, I get it. I’ve heard of women like this, they’re just rare here. I’ll play along though as I honestly like you and want you to be happy, even if this goes against my nature. But first, we need to talk about today as it might get difficult to distinguish between your games and your newness to Mishigami.”
Without any fanfare, Bradley lets go of me and returns to his seat. Pushing myself up off the bed I pull my panties up, wincing as the silk panties brush over my spanked ass. When I turn and see that Bradley is sitting calmly, I realize that getting more information will only help me. As much as he’s turned on my fight or flight response… firmly on the flight side now… I take a deep breath and sit back down on the bed and brush the errant hairs out of my face.
Bradley seems to take that as a good sign as he relaxes back in the chair and steeples his fingers together. “Okay, I get that you’re new here. To me it seems easy to know how to act around the neighborhood kids, how to treat Kylan, and how to succumb to your own desires and even act toward me. But that’s because I grew up here. Hell, Kylan told me how you didn’t even know how to use the entertainment center. So, if I’d asked you to queue up a show for us to enjoy and you didn’t do it, I might have taken that as you being a brat and wanting me to respond accordingly. But that wouldn’t be fair. So, I think it’s in your best interest to get something to help out. I talked with Mr. Devereux, and he suggested you spend some time at an inpatient treatment center. It’d be at the mental hospital, but it’d primarily be for you to learn about our society.”
I’m sure my face went pale at the thought of being locked up in a psych ward just to learn about this culture. Thankfully Bradley continued with a better solution. “I don’t think you need something so dramatic though. I was reminded of when Kylan needed to go through his sexual education courses. His mother was supposed to teach those. But without a mother and it being inappropriate for me to teach him, I got an AI that got him through the classes. He loved it, it was interactive, and best of all it was always around when he needed it. How about we get one of those for you? I’m sure it can be programed to teach a young woman all about us.”
A quick question to Eileen gave me the answer I needed. Her pleasant happy voice was just creepy, however, as she answered, “Yes Joy, they can and will help you by locking you into a mental ward to teach you about their society while keeping you safe, if they feel there is a need to do so.”
My nod and answer probably came out too quick, but it seemed important to agree to this AI solution and not let Bradley think I wanted to go to the mental hospital, “Yes that sounds great Bradley! I’m… um… I’m sure it will help out a lot!”
Bradley’s response was positive as he smiled and stood up. “Wonderful. I’ll get it done and have Kylan come over to set it up in the morning. He’ll know what it needs. Why don’t we celebrate. Go ahead and undress so we can break your bed in properly!”
As Bradley started to undress, making his intent obvious, I closed my eyes and considered my options. It was becoming clear that I wouldn’t be able to escape sex here. Even refusing was just being taken as being ‘bratty’ and might earn me time over his knee. It was frustrating that my limited time as a woman was proving to be more sexual than any previous time I had as a man. Here and now, I had the option of trying to refuse again and having Bradley forcing himself on me, or me simply going along and having a more voluntary sexual encounter.
With a final sigh I stand up and start to undress. Once my dress and bra are off, I feel Bradley next to me, guiding my hands away from the garter belt. “No, leave the stockings and belt on. They look really sexy on you.”
Before I can respond, my chin is tilted up to better face Bradley and his lips are on mine in a passionate kiss. My nipples brushing over his hairy chest is intensely arousing and I can’t help but let out a moan into this man’s mouth. He hadn’t shaved and his stubble is tickling at my smooth skin. One of his hands remains on my cheek, rubbing softly there while his other roams freely over my back, gliding his calloused hand down to my panties and back up to slide up under my hair and to my neck. I don’t know what to do with my own hands, an equal desire to push him away and to wrap him up into a hug, so they remain down at my sides.
Soon enough Bradley moves me until the bed presses into the backs of my knees and I’m lowered back to lie on top of the bedspread. Gently, he starts kissing his way down my body. The heat of his lips on my throat, my chest, my breasts, along with the steam of his breath, send chills and shivers over my body as I close my eyes and just let myself loose to the sensations he’s giving me. Lower and lower he goes, spending precious few seconds on each of my nipples before licking and kissing his way down my belly. His hands trace down to my body until his fingers slip under the hem of my panties and start pulling them down, clearing the path for his kisses to continue on the small patch of my pubic hair.
My panties drop over my ankles and feet onto the floor and my eyes fly open as I realize he’s not stopping. I feel his hands work under my thighs as he simultaneously pulls my legs apart and lifts them upwards. Somehow even though I still have my heels, stockings, garter belt, and jewelry on, I feel more nude, more exposed, than I have when fully disrobed with men before. My position certainly doesn’t help as once Bradley has my knees up, he pulls my ankles so that my feet are firmly on the bed as well, spreading my legs out wide putting me, putting my sex, on display for him. Bradley smiles at me before lowering his face back down to my now wet pussy and starts licking me.
I’ve gone down on plenty of women in my time. I prided myself on knowing my way around their nether regions and being able to lick them to orgasm. Bradley and his techniques put me to shame. He never stopped moving and giving me attention, but constantly varied his art and motions keeping me guessing what was coming next while gasping out in ecstasy. At times he weaved his tongue between all my folds, barely avoiding my clit. Other times he used long flat licks warming up my entire regions. Then he’d use quick flicking licks, just the tip of his tongue swiping over my clit. He’s suck on me, pulling as much of my lips into his mouth as he could, then he’d use a long never ending lick that circled around my clit and had me grinding up into his face. He’d zig-zag around my opening, then suck and glide up. And after he dove his tongue deep into me, his nose typing out love letters on my love button, he’d start all over mixing up the methods and never letting me know what was coming next.
Within just a few minutes I was wiggling and sliding around under Bradley’s attentions. A few more minutes and I was pressing up against him, panting for more. Moments later and I tried to grip his hair, to pull him closer and keep his teasing to a minimum, but he easily grabbed my wrists and held my arms to my sides. Even when I wrapped one of my legs around his head, Bradley resisted my pull and continued at his tempo. At his pace.
My arousal rose and rose and rose some more. And when I felt I couldn’t take any more and that an orgasm was going to be ripped from my very soul, Bradley would slow down and change his tongue’s course, letting me glide and plateau out. After three, four, five times of being denied and feeling that I’d go mad with lust, Bradley gently but firmly pulled my leg from around his neck and climbed up on the bed with me. I opened my eyes and turned to look only to see him kneeling next to my head, his thick cock pointing right at me. I hesitated for a moment but was unable to even consider what to do because Bradley leaned over and taught me that as talented as his tongue was, his fingers were just as magical. As he dove two of his fingers inside of me, curling as they **** against my inner walls, I opened my mouth to let out another wanton moan. Bradley took advantage and pressed his hips forward, sliding his cock freely into my mouth.
I could have closed my mouth and not allowed entry, but I didn’t. I could have backed my head away and slid off his cock, but I didn’t. I could have stayed still and denied him direct pleasure, but I didn’t. I was so into the moment and into Bradley’s magical touch that it felt right for him to be in my mouth. It felt right to please him in this way.
We stayed like that for several more long minutes, him teaching me that his touch between my legs was even better than his tongue. Me teaching him that I was a willing participant in this with my own tongue and lips on his manhood.
When Bradley pulled out, his cock left my mouth with a pop and a disappointed whine from me. He gave me a playful slap between my legs as he climbed off the bed and stepped between my spread thighs. Gripping me around the waist, Bradley pulled me closer to the edge and guided my legs around his waist. Grinning down at me he simply directed his cock where he wanted it to go and pulled me until he was buried deep inside of me. My head tilted back on the bed as I let out a long drawn-out groan and rolled my eyes backward until only the whites remained visible.
As Bradley started rocking me back and forth, standing still like a statue as he used my body to slide up and down his length, I started gripping and releasing with my legs in time. Helping with his defined rhythm. I also arched my back and mewled and moaned and cried out in euphoria.
Bradley continued his teasing for quite some time, slowing down our coupling enough so that I’d cool off just a bit before continuing on. But even with his mastery, it was soon not possible for him to cool my flame. My legs started working on their own, digging my heels into his back as I tried to pull him not only closer but deeper within me. My cry and scream filled the room, filled the house, and may well have filled the neighborhood.
As my hands gripped the bedspread and my whole body shook and trembled, I waited for Bradley to either stop or to join in my jubilation, but much to my surprise just as I started to come down from my cloud diving high… Bradley started his motions again. With my arms barely able to hold me, I pushed myself up on my elbows to look right into his eyes. Bradley was smiling and nodding and finally said between grunts, “Lie back… Joy… we’re just… getting… started!”
How far does Bradley go?
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Updated on Jul 3, 2024
by caitlynmasked
Created on Feb 25, 2024
by caitlynmasked
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