Run away

I was so hot. My body was on fire. As he leaned in a thousand memories ran through my mind. But one dominated them all. Jamie. Wrenching myself away from the kiss, I ran. I ran out the door, down the stairs, through the living room and out into the street. I continued running towards campus until my lungs were burning. At my limit, I collapsed onto the pavement. Laying there wheezing for air, a feeling of complete certainty filled me. I had played stupid games for far too long. I had hurt the people I claimed to care about. I knew what I had to do. After catching my breath I walked back to my dorm, filled with confidence.

The next morning I went outside and found myself a bench in the nearby park. Sitting down I took out my phone and found Brandon's contact. Taking a deep breath, I called him.

"Yes?" he answered. He sounded groggy, I had probably woken him up.

"Hi Brandon, I have something to tell you. It's very important so I need you to listen carefully."

"Go ahead," he said after a moment. He already sounded more alert.

"I wanted to say...," I started to say, before gathering myself and continuing. "I wanted to say that you were completely correct about me."

"Wow," came the reply.

"I'm a slut," I said. It felt good to say aloud. To admit to myself. "There is a kinky side to me I hadn't explored, and in a weird way I guess I have you to thank for learning that about myself. But I still love Jamie. I want to explore that side of myself, but I want to do it with Jamie. Whatever you think there is between us, it has to stop. I'll concede victory to you in our argument, but that's it."

There was a long moment of silence before he answered.

"That's fair I guess. Too bad. I had big plans for us. Perhaps in some other world."

"Take care," I said. It felt somewhat melancholy to say goodbye to him. I had grown attached in some strange way, but it had to be done. He was bad for me.

"Take care as well," he said. "I'm happy for you Em."

I never spoke to Brandon again.

Next on the agenda was a call to Jamie.

"Hi sweetie," he answered.

"Hi, I need to talk to you."

"Oh," he said. I could sense him tensing up.

"Nothing like that!" I assured him. "It's important, but I think it could be a very good thing for us. When can we meet up?"

An hour later I was sitting next to Jamie on the couch in his room.

"So," I said. Trying to find the words. "I've discovered some things about myself." My heart was beating like crazy. I trusted him, but couldn't help but be nervous. "More specifically, some new kinks."

He raised an eyebrow and looked at me expectantly. Almost eager.

"I want you to dominate me," I said holding my breath. He smiled and I could feel my heart almost burst.

"That's all? You had me thinking something terrible was about to happen." He held my hands. "I can do that. Try anyway, we'll figure it out."

He embraced me and we hugged tightly. It felt like I had found my way back to him after a long terrible nightmare.

"When did you want to try it?" he asked.

"How about... now?"

"I think we should have a safeword before doing something like this."

"Pink," I said after thinking for a moment. He nodded.

"Good, then if you want to stop for any reason, simply say pink."

Taking a moment to compose himself, he suddenly changed demeanor. He looked stricter somehow, firm, unyielding.

"Sit there," he commanded, pointing at the ground in front of him. There was a hardness to his voice that it usually didn't have.

Butterflies in my stomach, I sat down on my knees in front of him. Leaning forward he started stroking my chin. His finger moved on to my lips. I suppressed a shiver as he caressed around the outside, before moving into the middle. I opened my mouth and let his finger in. He inserted his entire finger and I sucked on it eagerly. Another finger joined it and he started to gently move them in and out, fucking my mouth with his fingers.

"Good girl," he whispered. His voice was heavy with lust.

A jolt went through me at the compliment and I let out a small moan around his fingers.

"Did you like being called a good girl?"

I nodded and let out another moan.

"Then prove to me that you are a good girl then," he said removing his fingers.

Unfastening his pants, I pulled them down. His boxers followed, revealing his erect cock. I leaned forward and stroked it while giving it little kisses. His size had never been a problem for me. As far as I knew he was actually a little bigger than average. Taking his cock into my mouth, I started sucking on it. Bobbing up and down, I took as much as I could before going up again. I was rewarded with an appreciative groan form Jamie.

"Good girl," he whispered. I wanted to be a good girl. His good girl. A good girl should be able to take more of his cock I decided.

"Can you please help me, sir? I said looking up at him. "I need help to service you properly."

I went back to sucking him, and he carefully put his hand on the back of my head and pushed a bit as I went down.

"You can be a bit more rough if you want, sir."

His hand became more firm and a little bit at a time he started to **** me down on his cock. Before long the blowjob had turned into a facefuck. I endured as he repeatedly **** his cock past my gag reflex. He relented several times, but I told him to continue. I wanted to be a good girl and deep throat his cock. I was fingering my wet pussy as he fucked my face. My climax was building with every forceful thrust. Suddenly he pulled me back by my hair and sprayed his cum all over my face. The feel of his hot spunk was enough to push me over the edge, letting me come with him. I smiled up at him, covered in his cum.

"Was I a good girl?"