Claire's Fantastic Journey Pt. 02

This is a fantasy, and all the people named in the story are over 18 and purely fictional.

CHAPTER 2

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Claire had been seeing Chris almost every day for the past couple of months and had never felt happier in her entire life. He mostly came round to her place in the evenings, and they would always go out somewhere on weekends. His strong, powerful, yet calm presence made her feel safe, and, most of all, the sex was the best she had ever experienced. But of course, to achieve that, she had been working very hard on her previously undeveloped anal skills, so she was able to accommodate and milk him the way he liked. Of course, like most girls, she had tried anal sex before, but she had always found it a bit uncomfortable or even occasionally painful. So her butt training was demanding quite a bit of work from her, as she literally spent hours inserting various objects into her ass in order to improve her new skills, even practicing with a golf ball once!

But relationships really mattered to Claire, and she deeply believed that a girl should be capable of giving proper sexual satisfaction to her partner and milking him clean exactly the way he wanted. By comparison, her oral skills were rather good and didn't need training. So after each fucking session, she would finish him off with her mouth, then gargle, swallow his cum, and finally clean him up using her tongue like the energetic, playful, but dutiful young woman she was.

Fortunately for the relationship, her own sexual needs were a lot more simple, being more of a feelings-driven person than a sex-driven one. So plenty of cuddles, playful tickles, soft kisses, and nice talk were really all she demanded from him, and he provided them more than necessary. But as the weeks went on, she really did start to develop a taste for anal sex as well. And, in a sense, within her rather innocent and immature mind, this new skill she now possessed made her feel like a stronger and more grown-up person in the world.

She was a true "butt girl" now, not just a girl with a big bottom. One who could handle things most of her friends would probably have squirmed at. When she was with Chris, she remained a quiet, docile girl, always eager to please him, as if she still could not properly believe that being in a relationship with such a man was for real. But with everyone else, she was growing more and more secure and confident as the days went by.

Claire had never really thought about herself as being a submissive person but realized, almost immediately, through her relationship with Chris, that she of course was. The need for a dominant partner was not something that had ever even entered her mind before but perhaps explained why her previous relationships hadn't worked out and why she always seemed to end up arguing and getting bitchy with her former boyfriends. She understood now, deep inside herself, that all this time, she had just been in need of a strong man who was able to put her back in her proper place when necessary and keep her there. And with Chris she felt like she was a happy little girl once again, always trying to please her daddy, even if her stubborn, immature, and insistent side could sometimes get the better of her.

But of course that's where the need for a little, painless but coercive spanking came in. And the necessity of getting her bottom spanked when she misbehaved was something Claire had taken to like a duck to water, with a speed and a dedication that had even surprised Chris himself. She even remembered the first time it had happened. She was sitting in his car with some cake and being quite a messy eater, as always, dropping crumbs everywhere. Now, Chris didn't mind this kind of behavior at all in most places, but he had told Claire many times that his car always had to be kept clean. But when he expressed his irritation at her, she started arguing that he didn't normally mind her messiness.

"Claire," he said. "If you keep arguing with me, I'm going to pull down your jeans and give you a good hiding in front of anyone who happens to be watching us. You won't look so clever then."

She pulled out her tongue at him, believing he was joking. Chris simply said nothing at first and continued driving. He then parked the car in a quiet spot somewhere away from the traffic and instructed Claire to lie over his lap before quite calmly carrying out his threat, except that he had previously made sure no one was actually there to watch. After that, Claire understood that if she wanted to keep Chris in a good mood, there were simply certain limits you did not cross, unless, of course, you wanted to spend the rest of the day with a sore bum!

As for Chris, the short relationship he enjoyed with a girl before putting her to work was always a lot of fun. He loved it when she was feeling comfortable being herself and confident enough to show her spirit, just as long as underneath she understood her proper place and stayed within her boundaries. He believed a happy relationship should always be a properly structured one, where the girl understood exactly what was wanted and expected of her. Discipline was, of course, a fundamental part of that structure, and a little harmless but firm spanking was often the best way of enforcing it when necessary. He was still amazed how easily Claire had accepted it all, though.

The previous girl he had prepared, Kiera, was a very strong-minded, self-assured Eurasian aspiring model who had won several beauty queen contests. So, getting her bottom spanked was about the furthest you could possibly get from everything she was. It had taken Chris literally months of slow and careful work on her mind before she accepted the necessity of it being performed on her and then began to advocate for it. And quite a phenomenal big bottom she had too!

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In spite of all her outgoing playfulness, Chris had immediately realized, upon meeting Claire, that she was basically a sensible and conservative girl who had a rather repressed sexuality. This was mainly due to her shyness and her upbringing, he guessed, but then again, the reason didn't really matter. It was, in any case, a very common observation that also explained perfectly well why she had been so fast in losing all control and turning into a sweaty, sticky, cunt-dripping mess on their very first evening together.

But now that she had become a good fuck and a properly disciplined girl, it was time to help her pride defeat what was still left of her modesty. Of course the biggest hurdles were already over, and she was well on her own way there. He just had to finalize the process with the right sort of inciting and flattery.

"You have a fantastic power with that body of yours," he kept telling Claire, always encouraging her to show more flesh.

But such a move was already well on the 35-year-old's mind at this point. She had begun to wear tighter clothes that showed off her cleavage and her bum in a more assertive way. And no longer wearing knickers made her feel kind of cool and worldly. She had waited until she was 35, but so what? She only kept them for when she put on very short skirts, obviously not wanting to look like a complete slag when she was out in public. She also got herself a tongue piercing and a lower back tattoo, and It was always great to see a girl becoming more confident and secure in her sexuality.

Better late than never, Chris thought.

She now had to realize that her newly found assurance could bring her a lot more than just her own comfort and pleasure. And that she could, of course, use her assets to her own advantage in order to get things from Chris within the relationship. For instance, playing with her breasts over dinner, shoving them together, and tugging on the nipples may win her a second portion of dessert. And if she winked her butthole at him, she was likely to get extra special attention and treatment on the following day. After a while, she even began to feel flattered instead of uncomfortable when he kept his hand firmly on her butt in a public place. In her newly formatted mind, it was no longer basic chauvinist alpha male behavior but simply his way of telling her she had a great butt.

Over the next few weeks, Claire was slowly but surely turning into a proper sex kitten, always willing to please her dominant partner. And of course, the more she used her new powers on him, the more he spoiled and indulged her.

And speaking of indulging, Claire had never been listened to and pampered to such an extent in her entire life. Whenever she went out with Chris, it was always to a place of her choice. She liked animals, so he took her frequently to the zoo. If they went out to a movie, she would, of course, always choose it. After a while, he began to know her tastes and would suggest to her, more or less, exactly what she wanted anyway. It started to feel to her like every day was her birthday, and she became so used to getting everything she desired on the spot that she barely noticed how slightly incongruous it all was. Money was never a problem, of course, as Chris would always put in whatever was necessary.

But it wasn't only when they went out that she was indulged. Because, little by little, all their conversations had started to revolve around whatever Claire thought or liked on any topic. Until she gradually started to feel like she was the center of the world. It was like having someone's full attention on you all the time. Someone who was always prepared to listen to what you wanted to say, complain about, or demand at all times. And, most of all, who behaved like it was always of the most importance. If she wanted something straight-away, she would usually get it. If Chris wasn't there, she could call him whenever she felt like it, and he was always available to listen to her on the phone or to come round to the flat.

For that entire period of time, Claire felt like she lived inside her own personal kingdom where she could do whatever she wanted. There was nothing much to fear from Chris, really. Of course, if she was too messy, too rude, or too sassy in her attitude, she would get her bum spanked. But it no longer frightened her, and she was even beginning to enjoy it in a way. It was almost like extra attention from him. And being told she was a brattish, naughty girl was starting to feel more like a compliment than like a warning. She was the center of the universe, and everything, of course, had to revolve around her ego.

It was around this time he moved in with her.

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After more than two months of this kind of life, Claire was beginning to relax inside her mind in a way she never had allowed herself to do before. And, to Chris's satisfaction, she was now starting to turn into a very self-indulgent, self-centered little sexpot. That was just perfect, but now the time had come to begin taking it even further.

After what she already had been through, encouraging the 35-year-old girl to stop holding in her farts when he, or any of his friends, were around presented no real challenge at all. Of course, it helped that he always seemed to know exactly when she needed to release one. He must have been able to read her body language and facial expressions like an open book. After helping her get past the minor taboo of expelling your own gas in front of someone, it rapidly just got easier and easier. And he always seemed to know how to bait her:

"I'm surprised you haven't farted once in the entire evening," he would sometimes tell her.

To which she would playfully respond by laughing and ripping a thunderous one.

After a while, of course, it stopped being a game as Chris realized she was just very naturally letting them out every time she needed to.

As the relationship entered its fifth month, it was becoming clear that all the social gloss Claire had --like all her contemporaries-- been applying to herself her whole life was finally beginning to fade away, as she was turning into a very natural and uninhibited young female. Chris always loved the moment when the girl was finally revealing her true nature to him without a shred of modesty or decency anymore. Claire was now an adorable, big-bottomed, bundle of fun, with her mind completely wrapped around her own need for excitement, fulfillment, and pleasure.

And these were all delivered to her, almost on demand, through various trips and gifts, of course, but mostly through sex and food. She was now a happy girl, devouring her new life to the fullest while farting like a trooper. What else could Chris have asked for! At the same time, she was, of course, beginning to find it harder and harder to maintain any proper composure --never mind shell or persona-- when she was in the outside world. But no one really noticed or bothered too much, because she had always been a rather innocent and spontaneous person anyway. Someone very young for her age. On top of that, she seemed happier and more cheerful than she had ever been before. So good for her, they all thought!

And, in any case, Claire had very selfishly decided that from now on, she was just going to simply continue to behave exactly the way she wanted to, as long as Chris permitted it, of course. But he seemed to be becoming more and more lax with her anyway. Her fear of others was gradually becoming too weak for her to properly care. And in any case, she totally trusted Chris to protect her from the outside world when necessary.

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With her brand-new confidence, perfectly matched to her high sex drive, Claire was very naturally willing to make up for lost time. Yet, she also wished to stay faithful to her dominant partner, who had taught her so much over the last few months and really meant a lot to her. So she wasn't going to go out fucking men behind his back.

Chris knew and appreciated all that, but in his mind, and in spite of all her skills, Claire was still in need of quite a bit more training before she could be put in porn. More and more scenes being produced nowadays involved the girl taking on multiple partners, using mostly only her hands, her butt and her mouth. And, despite having become quite gifted with all three of these, Claire had only been anal-only for the past five months.

There was absolutely no denying her terrific potential, though. And that was exactly what had attracted Chris to her in the first place. She definitively had the right kind of spirit and attitude to make an impact on the millions of viewers out there. She had only properly realized that sex was power over the past few months, but now, her previously innocent mind had finally digested the idea that she could be well rewarded --both in money and attention-- for all her skills. And money and attention were both things she naturally craved.

Chris had always thought that under her slightly repressed surface, this girl was born to show off. And, in only a few more weeks, she would finally be out there, doing her thing, and happily performing for the whole world to enjoy.

Chris had become very experienced at his kind of work and knew variety and diversity were largely appreciated within the industry. A slightly plump, goofy Milf (as referred to in porn), as energetic, lively, and uninhabited, as Claire, was simply a gold mine. Not to mention, she also represented a refreshing change to all the slim, modelish, rather quiet, 18-year-old aspiring porn actresses out there.

Chris knew his work just like any professional, and he was feeling very confident that Claire would be a great business partner for him. With her great personality and her unbridled sexuality, combined with all of his expert support, handling, and training, he felt pretty sure they would make quite a good team.

All his other girls were doing well now, making good money. And thanks to her stunning looks, Kiera was even something of a small star in the industry now. With her classical model training, her aims had been set on stardom right from the start, and now she was enjoying a slice of it. But, as she had soon found out, porn required hard work from a girl, as well as simply stunning looks. But Kiera had been up for the challenge, and now she sure knew how to milk cocks clean inside that fantastic butt of hers. It had taken Chris about twice as long as Claire to get her there, but it was sure worth it.

Having said this, Chris's greatest pride with Kiera did not reside in her skilled performing or even in how much money she made. As a porn agent/pimp, the best part of his job was probably all those "behind the scenes" moments where he could watch a beauty queen like her get out of her casual everyday clothes and into her classy lingerie, knowing she was no longer a goddess testing her power on men but simply a worker packaging her goods before she did a job. As they often say, it's the little things that bring the most pleasure.

In a short while Claire would be out there too, showing everyone her own skills. But first she had to get a little bit more practice. It was a competitive world, and rushing things was never a good idea. It was always better if the girl was totally prepared, both in her mind and her body, first. And he would be making sure of that.

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