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  Controlled

  Part 3 of Kept, Taken, and Controlled

  By Jamie Fuchs

  Copyright 2013 Jamie Fuchs

  Smashwords Edition

  Notable stories by Jamie Fuchs:

  > Kept, Taken, Controlled.

  > Kept - I’ve Become His Dirty Little Secret

  > Taken - I Am His Dirty Little Secret

  > Controlled - And Used To Please

  > Formal Fingering - Risk It All

  > Unannounced Entry - An Erotic Tale Of An Unexpected Lover

  Additionally, all of these stories can be found at http://www.dirtyjamie.com, including links to major retailers!

  The next day, I could barely contain my excitement. There was a bounce in my step as I hurried off to class with a huge grin on my face. I couldn’t wait to brag to Sarah about who had rang my doorbell last night and what kind of filthy things he had done to me.

  I wanted to tell her in person, but I was slowly starting to regret that decision the longer I sat beside her in class. I wanted to blurt it out right then and there, but I didn’t want anyone else to hear it.

  As soon as the professor dismissed us, I threw all my things haphazardly into my bag, not wanting to waste another second holding in my secret.

  “Whoa, you in a hurry there, girl?” Sarah asked.

  “I have something to tell you,” I said, eager to divulge all the juicy details of my naughty escapades.

  I waited impatiently as she slowly packed her things before I grabbed her arm and led her down the hallway in the opposite direction of the rest of our classmates.

  “You’ll never guess what happened last night,” I said, the words quickly tumbling out of my mouth.

  Sarah looked intrigued. “What?”

  I leaned in closer to her ear so I could speak quietly. “He came over.”

  “He who?” she asked. “Like, your neighbour?”

  “Yeah! And you’ll never guess what he did.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Casey, just spit it out!”

  “He came over and just… took control,” I said, trying to keep my voice down. “He barged through my door and grabbed me. Then he took me to the living room and tied me up on the couch. And then he…”

  I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye and realized how much the excitement had taken over me. I almost hadn't noticed that another student was heading down the hall toward us. I looked at the ground, embarrassed as we waited for him to pass.

  “Then what happened?” Sarah prompted once the student was out of earshot.

  “He tied my hands behind my back and used me, just like last time - except better.” The excitement returned to my voice. “I hope he does it again. You have no idea what it’s like, Sarah. It was the best sex of my life!”

  “You’re right,” Sarah said pointedly, “I don't have any idea...”

  “I’ll tell you all the details later,” I promised. Then I turned, heading off to our next class so we wouldn’t be late.

  Later that day, I drove Sarah home, filling her in on every last detail, from how he barged through the door and forced his hand over my mouth, to how he tied me up and pinned me down while he used me as his little fuck toy.

  “You’re a lucky girl, Casey, you know that?” she asked. “I’m actually a little jealous of you.”

  “Now I just have to make it happen again,” I replied as she opened the car door and stepped out.

  “See ya tomorrow!” she said as she waved.

  I smiled. “Yup, catch ya.”

  When I got home, I looked in the mirror hanging on my bedroom wall and decided that I was going to do something about Mr. Davis. I was going to make another advance on him. The way he was able to totally satisfy my needs was something I didn’t want to pass up, and he made it pretty clear that he wasn’t going to pursue me on his own accord. Why would he, though? He had options - lots of options.

  I pulled my shirt up over my head and dropped my bra to the floor. I took another look in the mirror and marveled at my perky breasts. How could anyone resist these? I asked myself as I crushed them gently in my hands.

  Peeling my tight jeans off of my legs, I threw them into the laundry basket in the corner of my room and eyed myself in the mirror. I was almost naked, except for my panties. Confidence filled me as I examined my curves, and I knew that I would get what I wanted from him.

  I tied my hair up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. My family was still out of town, so there was no reason to cover up. Closing my eyes, I let the warm shower massage my breasts and trickle down my body while I focused on planning my next move.

  My strategy would be to show up at his house at exactly eight o'clock, wearing nothing but a white tank top and short skirt - no bra, no panties. I would knock on his door and walk right past him when he opened it. I wouldn’t even acknowledge him as I headed straight to the room with the chair and to take a seat. He would know exactly why I came and take over from there. It was fool-proof.

  I allowed my thoughts to wander on past the attack phase and into the pleasure phase. I imagined him walking behind me. I would hear the familiar sound of his wooden drawer scraping open behind me and the vibrator being plucked from its depths. The sound of his footsteps would echo in the empty room around me as he approached.

  My pussy began to tingle as the warm water streamed over my tender folds. My hand interrupted the stream as it slid down my stomach, reaching below as I imagined him taking me forcefully by the wrists, pulling me hard against the back of the chair. He would tie my arms down before slowly moving around the front of the chair to bind my ankles.

  He would look up, and his eyes would catch the shimmer of my wet cunt just as he finished his knotwork. I would spread my legs just a tad further, drawing his attention in. His eyes would glaze over with a primal hunger as he gaped at the feast in front of him.

  I plunged my fingers deep into my own juices before running them back up to my aching clit. I wanted his tongue on me, swirling around my tender spots and throwing me into an ocean of ecstasy. I could feel my knees getting weak at just the thought of it.

  He would crawl stalk closer like an animal hunting its prey, an eagerness in his movements. The width of his shoulders would part my knees even further as he moved in to lap up my juices.

  I bit my lip, imagining him as he buried his face between my legs, covering his cheeks in my desire, the gentle pricks of his stubble roughing up my thighs as his tongue softly caressed my clit.

  There would be no other foreplay, and I wouldn’t need it. By then, my pussy would be ready for him to take freely. He would show me no mercy as he sucked my clit into his mouth and beat it with his tongue.

  I turned down the pressure of the shower just a touch and changed the setting to a pulsating massage. Pulling it from its holster, I placed it face up on the bottom of the tub and crouched down on top of it, my cunt directly in the stream of the jetting water. The pinch of pleasure hit me and I had to brace myself up against the sides of the tub to keep from collapsing.

  Returning to my thoughts, he was now standing behind me with both arms reaching around my sides. His breath was hot on my ear, sending an electric tingle down the side of my neck. One hand reached under the collar of my shirt and pulled on my breast, pressing me hard against the back of the chair with his other hand on my clit, rubbing furiously.

  I could feel the pulses from the warm water shooting through my body as it battered against my inner lips. I wanted his vibrator to be forced upon me, for him to make me scream. I spread my lips just a bit more to allow the water direct access to my clit and I could feel the orgasm creeping closer and closer.

  Waiting for his orders to cum, I held off as long as I could. I then imagined his voice:

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sp; “Cum for me.”

  The warm pulses from the streams of water surged through me violently as I collapsed to one knee, desperately trying to keep my cunt lined up with the jets. I moaned freely as I braced myself against the walls, knocking off shampoo bottles as the orgasm ripped through my body. My pelvic muscles convulsed as the water finished me off.

  I pulled my pussy from the stream. It was now too sensitive to handle the pulsating spray. Breathing heavily, I summoned all my strength to bring myself back to my feet. I hung up the shower head and turned the temperature down to cool me off so that I wouldn’t sweat the second I stepped out. Grabbing the soap, I scrubbed myself vigorously from head to toe before rinsing clean for him.

  I took a towel from the rack and dried myself off before wrapping it around my body and walking back to my room.

  Taking a quick look at the clock, I realized it was already 7:40. That barely gave me enough time to get ready before I would head over to his place and initiate what I had dubbed Mission: Get Fucked.

  I hurriedly opened my closet and picked out one of my thin white tank tops and slid it over my head. I took a look in the mirror. My nipples were slightly visible through the fabric. Surely that would catch his attention.

  I put on a short jean skirt to complete my slutty outfit and used some makeup to complete my look.

  By the time I was finished, it was 7:55, and I took another quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was in place. My nipples were poking at the fabric. I had been so busy getting ready that I hadn’t even noticed how horny I had gotten. My pussy was already starting to moisten and I could feel the chilled air against my exposed lips as I moved around.

  Grabbing only my house key, I left and walked around the back in case there was somebody on the street. I didn’t want anyone but him to see me like this. His back window was open, as always, and I couldn’t wait to get inside.

  I rapped my knuckles against his back door and waited. I could hear the creaking in the walls as someone moved around the house, then footsteps just beyond the door. It opened.

  “Hey Casey,” he said, his eyes darting down to my breasts and back up to my eyes. “What are you doing back here?”

  I felt nervous, but I wasn’t going to chicken out this time. I was determined to stick to my plan. I tried walking past him, but he extended his arm against the doorframe, blocking my entry. He gave me a confused look and waited for me to speak.

  “Uh...” I mumbled. I wasn’t expecting this. “Can I come in?”

  “What for?” he asked, even though I was sure he already knew the answer. After all, he could see how I was dressed.

  “I’m bored. Everyone is gone and I have nothing to do,” I said, twirling my hair in my finger nervously.

  “This isn't a good time, Casey.”

  “Oh,” I said quietly.

  “I have to go now,” he said as he began closing the door. “Bye.” He shut the door in my face. I was defeated.

  I shuffled back to my house. Why would he turn me down?

  Going straight to my bedroom, I immediately changed out of my clothes. I didn’t want the shame to linger on me any longer than it had to. I'd put myself out there for him to take freely. I had expected at least something from him, but all he'd had to say was, I don’t think this is a good time.

  Sliding under my sheets I forced myself to drift off to sleep. I hoped things would seem better in the morning.

  I woke up the next day and immediately knew I was done with him. The part of me that enjoyed being used also wanted to be desired, and clearly, I wasn’t.

  Things between the two of us returned to as close as normal as possible, only this time, it was without the gripping sexual tension.

  I never sat below his window again, either. The most I would do is take a gander at the women he brought home, but I was never interested enough to go and actually listen.

  Until the night he brought her home.

  I glanced out the window as his car pulled in like usual, right on time. Pausing for a second, I watched as the passenger door opened and a familiar-looking woman stepped out. Walking closer to the window I squinted as she turned to reveal her face. I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  What the fuck, Sarah?

  I dropped everything and headed straight for the back. There was no way I could ignore this.

  I sat down below his window and listened. The sound of a slap rang through the room on the other side of the wall.

  “Sit down, whore,” he said, his voice far more demanding than usual. My pussy was moistening as I felt Sarah’s helplessness as if it were my own. She was in for a real treat tonight. The curiosity must have gotten to her. She needed to experience it for herself.

  There was some rustling, as he tied her up, then a loud whimper.

  “You like that, don’t you?” He scoffed. “Tell me you like that.”

  “I… like it,” she moaned in reply.

  “Casey fucking loved this, too. She was just as filthy as you are.”

  My ears perked up. How did he know we were friends? I could feel my juices seeping onto my panties. Normally, I might be mad at her for coming here behind my back, but Sarah was different. Our experience with Daniels and James only had me craving to join in.

  The sound of his footsteps moved toward the drawer before he opened it and plucked the vibrator out.

  “This was Casey’s favourite,” he said as he walked back toward her, the vibrator buzzing in his hand.

  The muffled hum of the toy being pressed against her clit and the sounds she bellowed made it impossible to resist the desire I felt. I began unbuttoning my pants, before guiding my hand under the waistband of my panties and into the juices below.

  Sarah's moans became more and more intense and I started to allow mine to escape softly. I hoped that hers were loud enough to cover mine. Her screams of pleasure escaped the room and urged me further as I realized she was nearing climax.

  “Maybe Casey would like to join us.”

  I froze. Does he know?

  “Casey, why don’t you come in here?”

  A paralyzing tingle shot down my spine. Seconds felt like hours as my brain raced, trying desperately to figure out what to do.

  His footsteps started echoing toward the window I sat below and adrenaline coursed through my veins. I felt like running but I couldn’t. Fear gripped me tightly.

  “Casey.” I heard his sharp voice from right above me. He paused and waited for a response which I could not give, even if I wanted to. The sound of his footsteps moved into the next room allowed me to temporarily regain slight control of my arms. I began frantically trying to button up my pants and preparing to get the fuck out of there.

  Creeeeeeaak. The backdoor started opening and the complete paralysis returned. He passed through the doorframe and walked through the grass, straight toward me. My fearful gaze was locked on him as he approached. Pressure built in my ears and my heart beat faster with each of his footsteps.

  He effortlessly plucked me from the ground and carried me back inside, shutting the door behind us with his foot. He took me all the way back to the room where Sarah was tied to the chair. Her eyes followed mine as he dropped me right in front of her.

  She looked completely violated. Her dress was pulled up to her waist and her tits were pulled out of the top, stuck between strands of rope. He hadn’t just tied her hands like he did to me; he'd tied everything. She had rope wrapped around her body and there was no way she would be able to move. She looked at me nervously, possibly scared that I would be mad about her being there.

  “Punish her,” he barked at me.

  I looked up at him towering above me. How could I punish my best friend?

  “Make her pay for coming here.” He put his strong hand on my shoulder and forced me in front of his bulging crotch. “Pull it out and make her watch. Make her beg.”

  I unzipped his pants slowly, still unsure of what was happening. As his pants hit the floor, I noticed that telltale s
ign of his arousal at the tip of his cock. The delicious pre-cum was soaking through his underwear.

  His cock sprung free just inches from my face as I pulled his briefs down, and I could feel a small surge of wetness drip onto my panties. I grabbed his dick with a renewed desire and stroked it in front of my mouth, my small hand barely able to wrap itself halfway around his throbbing instrument of desire.

  I licked the slit on his tip, tasting the salty liquid. Looking over at Sarah, her legs were spread and I could see her cunt completely exposed below. Her juices were saturating everything around her pussy.

  We were just inches away from Sarah as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. Giving her no choice but to watch made me feel so sexy. He was giving me exactly what she came here for.

  I slid my lips up and down the shaft, continuing to stroke him with my hand. Another bead of pre-cum appeared on my tongue and I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying every second of this just as much as I was.

  “That’s a good girl,” he said. “Now, take your clothes off.”

  I stood up beside him and started unbuttoning my pants. I was naked in no time, standing before Sarah as she eyed my figure.

  “Get on her.”

  I looked over at Mr. Davis. He was waiting for me to comply. Doing as I was told, I straddled her and pressed my tender breasts up against her face. Her legs were silky smooth against mine, and as much as I wasn’t sexually attracted to her on a normal day, she definitely turned me on when we started fucking.

  Mr. Davis approached me from behind and I heard the vibrator start up once again. He knelt behind me and pressed it against my pussy from below, guiding the vibrations up to my clit. My muscles all contracted as I let out a moan and collapsed against Sarah. I grabbed onto her hair and dug my fingers into her scalp as the pulses from the vibrator shot through my clit and into my body.