Chapter 0 - The only

He couldn’t shiver, he thought to himself. If he got hypothermia, even just once, she’d never do this with him again. He focused on anticipating the pleasure to come; the thought of what she would do to him sparked the urge to masturbate. But that would spoil the fun. He thought of her, sitting in the sauna, not 10 feet away from him but still out of his reach.

The heavy metal door to the freezer shrieked open and his heart stopped. There she was, the doorway framing her heavenly sculpted body: wide sumptuous hips that invited you to bury your face between those muscled thighs, small but perky breasts, hair up in a ponytail, and steam and sweat rising off her glistening skin. Her eyes pierced right through his soul and froze him in place. She slowly sashayed over as he began to tremble.

“Lie down for me, hun,” she spoke smoothly, sending goosebumps and shivers down his neck and spine, and he immediately complied. The bench he had been sitting on now became a bed as he waited for the warm touch of his mistress. 

The first touch he felt was on his stomach. He could easily feel the intense warmth of her hand through his t-shirt and it made him shiver more than any cold ever could. His chest rose to meet her hand, begging it to stay, but she pulled it back, electing instead to draw out his pleasure. She slowly leaned over, meeting his gaze and he froze once more. She moved for the kill, finally bringing her lips down to his. He shivered and moaned as her lips impressed themselves on his soul, feeling as fiery as the girl herself. She pushed his face down onto the cold, hard surface he was lying upon and she brought up one hand to his cheek. He could only whimper at her touch. He felt her other hand gently lift his shirt off his body. Her fingernails grazed his stomach and he went insane, moaning deeply into her warm embrace. 

She slowly lifted the shirt over his head, briefly breaking their embrace before pulling his head up to her for an even more passionate and intense kiss. As her hand found its way back to his now bare chest, he threw his head back in excitement. She had seen the distinct bulge in his baggy shorts but now she could see it twitching for her. Her teeth gently grazed his lips as she broke the kiss, sending him spiraling off into bliss. His pelvis kicked up as she did, and she moved to his ear. In a lilting voice, she spoke, “I want you to make a mess of your pants for me, darling. Can you do that for me?”

Each syllable hit him like a freight train. He just whimpered and shook his head. “No? Are you denying your mistress? Naughty, naughty boy. We’ll see just how long you can resist.” She brought her smoking hot thigh over his freezing cold body. He went wide eyed as she slowly began massaging the bulge in his baggy gym shorts with her pussy. She leaned down and planted a sweaty hand on his cold chest through his raised body hair. With her warm breath right on his neck, he craned it towards her, trying to get closer to her warmth. She licked his neck and moaned. His breath hitched sharply as his pelvis rose again, pushing her up. Had he not been clothed, they would have already been fucking. As she began humping him, he could do nothing but go limp and moan. “I want you to cum for me,” she breathed across the back of his neck. He thrusted up to meet her one more time and she could feel him twitch beneath her. 

“That’s a good boy. Good boys get rewarded. Do you want your reward?” Pleadingly, he quickly nodded. “That’s what I thought.” Her hands made their way right above his hips, her touches immediately making him hard again. She thought about how much she liked that area of his body. It was great for holding onto during a more straightforward embrace and, when she was his mistress instead of his girlfriend, she knew exactly the right touches to send him into a frenzy. Her fingernails caught his shorts, grazing his skin and making him go wild with noises of pure pleasure. He raised his pelvis once more, arching his back so she could remove his dirtied gym shorts. His cock bounced out as she did, messy with his first wasted cumshot. It was already erect, as eager as she was to start really fucking.

Her hands crept up his body to the base of his cock, one of them tickling his balls as the other began rubbing the shaft. Sweat from her body was lubing up his cock and her grip tightened over his cock. She was nearly salivating in preparation for her delicious meal. But she liked to play with her food.

His nearly constant whimpering and crying had become much deeper when she start to fuck him with her hands. As she slowly massaged his dick up and down, she moved her head to his stomach and planted a kiss to the right of his belly button. He went crazy, fighting tooth and nail against himself to be a good boy and stay still for his mistress. She just smiled. She swirled her tongue from Ground Zero of the initial contact around his chest and thighs, kissing and nipping at his skin whenever she pleased and putting him near the edge of bliss, leaving a trail of sweat, saliva, and bright red lipstick all over his body. Finally, finding herself at the base of his cock, she relented and gave him what he so desperately wanted. 

Her hand slowly moved to the tip of his cock to make room for her lips. She planted a kiss at the base of his shaft. She could hear his breathing hitch and his noises of pleasure stop. Massaging his cock with her lips, she kissed up and down the sides and bottom, feeling that vein which had brought her so much joy. When she had gone 180 degrees around his shaft and was at the other side of his cock, she moved her head up and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. Tastes like sweat, she thought. Of course it does. That’s my sweat, and this realization brought her much pleasure. She plunged onto his cock, slobbering all over it and taking the tip completely into her mouth. He let out another moan, the first since she’d stopped teasing him. She planted one hand on his hips to keep him from moving too much as her other hand was continuing to massage his balls.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. “Yes…” his voice croaked, and she suddenly pulled away all contact, leaving him wide-eyed and feeling cheated.

“Did I give you permission to talk?” she asked sternly.

“No, mistress.” 

“Would you like me to continue?” He eagerly nodded. “Then don’t say another word unless I give you permission.”

Not a second had passed between his acknowledgement of his mistress’s decree and her continuation of his pleasure. She continued to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock, moving closer and closer to the shaft each time, leaving rings of red lipstick around his delicious dick, until she was at the base. She savored the feeling of it; the tip just tickling the back of her throat, the way the rough texture felt against her tongue, and the flavor—Dear Lord the flavor—of his cock, seasoned with her sweat and his first wasted cumshot. Her tongue licked at the back side, feeling that ever-so-eager to please cum vein. She had been dedicating her skilled hands to pleasing her man, but now she had no choice but to move one back to her pussy and start taking care of herself. The m o u t h f e e l overwhelmed her, and she started humping her clitoris into his leg and slowly inserting a finger into herself.

She began to move her head up and down in a slow, deliberate fashion, and he perked up. He needed to tell her something, but she hadn’t given him permission to talk yet. She paused her ministrations to look up at him. “Not a word.” Having silenced him, she licked around the shaft of his dick and felt its tremors. “I know what’s coming. I don’t want you to tell me.” With that taken care of, she slid her tongue back to the tip of his cock to catch a sparkling drop of delicious precum. She only took a moment to savor the taste before committing herself back to squeezing every last ounce of cum out of those heavy balls. Still sucking and licking the tip of his dick. She leaned back and looked at him. As her gaze met his, his eyes went wide and the twitches that were running up and down his dick finally came to a head.

He erupted in her mouth and she loved every second of it. His spurts of bliss hit the roof of her mouth and quickly dripped onto her tongue, giving her another taste of the fruits of her labor. Her hand, which had been feeling up his balls until then, stroked his shaft as her mouth stayed sealed around the tip catching all his goodness. One spurt, two, three, four, five bursts of delicious cum. She withdrew from his dick to finally give him respite, mixing his cum around in her mouth and feeling it wash around her lips. She made sure to get the taste of it on her lips, now bare of her red lipstick but presenting a new whiteish sheen. She didn’t swallow, though. Not yet. Her mouth still closed, she came up to his lips. Embracing him in a passionate open-mouth kiss, she shoveled the cum into his mouth. Her hand appeared under his chin. She stood and stepped back a bit, leaving a bubbly trail of cum connecting their mouths. Swallowing what was left in her mouth, she looked at him expectantly. Her warm hand on his cold chin pushed his mouth closed despite any resistance from him, as he dutifully swallowed his own cum. Her thumb trailed, pushing his lower lip as he stared at her in hope and anticipation. She smiled smugly as she looked at him.

“Good, now we can start the real fun.”


