Clara has one last trick

For several minutes, Clara sat on the chair, her legs spread. The feel of her own juices glistened upon her lower self. Alex's gaze was strong on her, and the burning afterglow of her orgasm was still sweeping through her body. Now that the lust was abating, she could almost not believe what she had done. It had always been a fantasy of hers to end up in a situation like this, but she couldn't believe she'd actually went and created it. Never mind that she was currently sitting in front of her best friend, with her legs spread, having just not merely fingered herself into a climax, but also narrated the whole thing! It seemed like the kind of thing that happened in bad erotic writing, or in porn. (Never mind that this was where she may have originally got the idea from.)

She took a deep, shuddering breath, looking towards Alex's own body. His erection was still present, and seemed, if anything, even more intense after having watched his best friend pleasure herself for his viewing. Clara blushed a little, but at this point, she felt she was getting a little it used to the feeling of his eyes on her. In fact, she was more than getting used to it. She had to admit, even as the tide of lust seemed to leave her, she felt something, a tightness in her chest that compelled her to keep going. A certain shortness of breath that came from excitement and desire. She felt as though a spark had been lit in her chest, and all that she ever wanted was to let it keep burning and see where it led.

Slowly, she leaned forwards, drawing her legs closed, and then pushing off the chair. Alex didn't move at first, his eyes still on her. A hungry edge in them to match her own.

"H-hey Alex..." She said, softly as she walked towards him. "Um, it seems to me that it's not fair if I have all the fun, right? I just showed you something that I have never shown anything before, so i seems to me that maybe you should do the same...?"

Alex seemed to consider that for a moment. She watched as he looked at her, his eyes tracing across her body. She stood, poised, exciting coiling in her gut. She had cum for him so he had to do the same, right?

Right?

"I think not."

Clara actually took a step back at that unexpected answer. "No? No, Alex?"

"No." He smiled, a little bit. She frowned, not quite understanding what he was going for here, and feeling a little bit hurt that he would refuse her after all that she had done for him. But that didn't last for very long, because he spoke again, and her confusion was replaced with arousal.

"You're a ****, Clara. Isn't that what you said? And a **** doesn't get to make demands. It's your job to put on a show, right? To entertain your master? I don't see why your master should have to do it for you."

Clara gasped, surprised that Alex had played into the fantasy so well. His words were firm, with only a slight trace of hesitance, and he seemed more confident now he had seen how far she was willing to go. He spoke to her like he really owned her, and that made her surge with desire anew. She lowered her head, looking towards the ground.

"You're right, master. I'm sorry."

"Good." Alex said. "Now, since you're willing to admit your mistake, if you want, you can make up for it by making me climax."

Sitting on the sofa, he slowly spread his legs, his cock hard and throbbing, Clara looked at it, and then back to him. Her lower self was starting to moisten again, but she held her place for a moment.

"Is that an order, master?"

"You know, I think it is."

Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, so that her head was close to his crotch. She knelt on the ground before him, and gazed at his erection this time close up. Alex's size was...well, if this was a porn movie, she'd probably call it the biggest she had ever seen in person. Which was technically true, but she hadn't actually seen that many in person. As she'd said, Clara had had boyfriends before, and they had even done some stuff like this. But it had never gone very far, and most of it had consisted of kissing, and petting, some touching, occasionally one had maybe slipped a hurried hand down her shorts or skirt. In fact, come to think of it, most of her sexual history consisted of having things done to her by other people. Maybe that was why she was so aroused by the concept of slavery? Because it was the ultimate expression of that state, where literally anything could be done to her, and she could not prevent it?

An interesting idea, but probably one for later, she supposed. Right now, she wasn't really thinking very properly, too caught up in the moment, her emotions running high. Lust and desire mixing together, making for a heady concoction which drove her on, and had convinced her to set up the whole thing.

Slowly, Clara reached out, a hand closing around the skin of his member. It felt warm to the touch, and it seemed to grow slightly at the contact.

"You know, Alex..." She said slowly. "I am not sure I have ever done this before... I don't know if this feels good or not..."

"Try stroking it?" Alex suggested. "You've seen porn, right? Do what they do."

Clara considered for a moment. Honestly, the kind of porn that she tended to watch was a lot less focused on hand jobs, and when they came up, she didn't tend to pay too much attention to them. Still, she knew the basic idea well enough. Using one hand, she began to run her fingers up and down the shaft, gently at first, just tracing her way across his body. He responded well enough, and she judged that this was a good sign, and so, gradually began to use a bit more ****. Gripping him slightly so that the friction would tease him just as the same sort of thing worked on her. She began to draw her hand up and down the shaft, gradually gaining speed.

After a few seconds, Alex started to react. His head moved back slightly, his member thrusting forwards just a little. His hands started to flex, and he moaned slightly, a hint of colour in his cheeks. The tip of his member started to glisten, and it became more and more responsive to her touch.

Inevitably, before too much longer, Alex came. his member stiffened, and then spewed a sticky white substance over her hands. She recoiled, surprised in spite of herself. Alex spotted her surprise.

"Sorry, Clara." He said. "I didn't get a chance to warn you... you were doing so well, I got lost in it. I should have given you some sort of heads up..."

"No." She said slowly, rising to her feet, her hands covered in cum. "It's all right, master. After all, you're the one who said it, right? I'm a **** here. You can do whatever you want to me, and you don't have to apologise for any of it. But please, let me know... did this humble **** make you feel good?"

For a moment, Alex did not respond. But the way his cock twitched just a little, even so soon after climax, told her all she needed to know.

"I'm going to go and use the bathroom." She said. "I think I need to wash my hands a little. After that...well, after that, it's all up to you, master."

And indeed, it was. For the next several hours, the two of them explored each other's bodies with gradual but growing fascination. They did nothing more **** than what had already come to pass, but they also learned much of one another as well. Alex had Clara masturbate several more times for him, and he himself came several more times as well. After this, the two exhausted teens were content to fondle and stroke each other, thoughts of master and **** forgotten for a little while as each of them came to know the other. Alex learned of Clara's more sensitive spots, of how the base of her breasts were ticklish after an orgasm, how running or stroking the side her neck could make her moan. How she liked to be touched and teased., and how her body was always more sensitive after she had climaxed.

Eventually, it came time for the two of them to sleep. Alex insisted that Clara sleep in the main bed, and though she happily offered to let him join in, he decided not to just yet. He knew that he had a lot of thinking to do, a lot of planning, and a lot of consideration as to how the next seven days would go down. Exhausted and spent, the two fell to sleep. Each in their own separate room, dreaming their own separate dreams. One aspect that starred in both of their nocturnal imaginings, however, was the simple fact that this had only just begun.