Leah is Curious Ch.05

Leah stood fully naked in a luxury, harbourside apartment. It might have been the most vulnerable place for her. The owner let her come and go as she pleased. He had befriended her, letting her use the apartment as a workspace when she needed. After a short time it had become a place to stay when she needed that. And then a seemingly safe place for Leah to explore her new curiosity, her exploration, of kinky, submissive sex.

Justin was almost twice her age. A professional and mostly quiet man. He'd offered his support and friendship. Leah, a quiet, sexy woman in her mid-twenties, had found herself becoming intrigued by this man who had few needs -- and yet such deviant pleasures. She could admit to herself that she was captivated by Justin who offered a whole new world of sexual pleasure.

Being submissive, to an older and more experienced man, was exhilarating but it also held out the promise of contentment. Maybe this was who she really was? Now she was standing naked for Justin, with his slowly greying hair and his soft dad bod. And that same calm expression that always made Leah curious to know what he was thinking.

"Maybe it depends on what you want from me," she offered to the older man.

"I want whatever you are ready to give."

Her cunt always twitched when he said that. Leah knew she should have regarded Justin as dangerous -- always promising some unknown sexual pleasure but never revealing what he might do to her. But she could not stay away from him.

"You have a lot to learn," he said softly. "About how far you can go."

Justin anticipated her next question -- it was about the money. He'd asked for her bank details and had been depositing amounts steadily. Once more he explained to Leah that he enjoyed being generous to her. He could afford to help her financially -- she was only months away from starting a post-doc grant and she'd quit her café job.

"I am not paying you for sex," he repeated. "And I know you don't take money for sex."

"Its just... well... I know I love giving myself to you..."

"So many choices," he said with a gentle smile. "I know its confusing for you now."

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Leah knew about choices. Justin had given her a choice -- to submit sexually or to walk away. Which was best for her she could not say. His life, and his career, made him an unlikely romantic partner. They'd discussed that, too. The older man had warned her not to develop any feelings, not to fall in love.

It made her frustrated though she knew that was the wrong reaction. Thinking about it didn't help, either. Because she still really had no idea what he wanted as her Master. And thinking about it kept her horny all the time. Which was why she had gone to bed with Adam.

Leah's sister had invited her to drinks with friends. She'd guessed that that her younger sibling was lonely and working too hard. And Adam had shown just enough interest -- subtle but obvious enough. He had a fabulous body, big and very muscled. Leah had never had a man like that and she'd always wondered. It had felt naughty to indulge Adam's artful flirting though she knew there was no reason to feel she was cheating on Justin. The truth was that he'd asked about Leah whether she fucked men her own age.

Adam had been a new experience. She'd enjoyed that change from her other men. His gym-hardened body had felt extra good against hers. He was two years older and had his own ways in bed but Leah thought him a very satisfying fuck. She'd blushed as Justin had asked her to recount their screwing.

"I like to know what you like," he'd explained.

"Or you like having a slut who can be tamed by her Master?"

"I don't mind if you submit to other men. I'll always take you further."

She had not submitted to Adam, though. Despite his physical power and her younger age, Leah had felt like she was in control - as much as she needed to be. She had sucked his lovely cock, of course, He was a good, healthy six inches and she confessed that she had thought about worshipping his phallus just as her Master demanded of her.

"Tell me what you enjoyed," he demanded to know.

Leah had struggled at first. But she always wanted to please and obey her Master. And maybe his questions, her discomfort, was part of her submission to Justin.

Yes, she had enjoyed sucking his dick. And yes, she had made sure to lick his hairy balls. No, he had not spent much time eating her pussy. But Leah had not minded so much since he'd been a very vigorous fuck. He'd felt so good in her pussy and she'd enjoyed the different way he thrust into her, using his strength to pin her body while he'd shoved his cock deep. She'd been excited that he liked to use different positions -- being on top had been a most enjoyable change.

"He seems a nice young fellow," commented Justin.

Leah could only agree. No, she told Justin, the younger man had not gone anywhere near her rear passage.

"Well, it can be submissive," he had replied, "To let a man play with your arsehole. But a woman might give that to a man just because she enjoys it."

Leah had considered that. She'd never wanted any man to touch her there before Justin. If she had choices then she'd prefer to keep it that way.

Justin pressed for more details. Leah told him of her pleasant surprise that Adam had held off his own climax. He'd had enough stamina to take her a second time. They had finished doggy-style and she'd cum again as he'd pumped his load into her cunt. No, she did not want to be at all submissive to Adam. Yes, she thought she might fuck him again. Lastly, she'd admitted that it had been very enjoyable to return to her normal abode with Adam's cum seeping from her cunt.

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"I'm glad about Adam," Justin said. "But maybe you don't need me to fuck you?"

"No... I'm horny... horny for you, Master."

"Hmmm... horny... to be fucked?"

"To be submissive... to give you... whatever you want..."

He took her in his arms then. Justin was still clothed but Leah felt the thrill as he pulled her close. It had been fun to fuck another man but there was something very different about the way Master ran his hands over her. She knew he was enjoying her naked body. Master did not really show passion the way, say, Adam had done. But Leah knew that Justin desired her and all she wanted then to was give herself.

"Hmmmm..." he whispered in her ear. "Tell me again. What do you want?"

She whimpered at his demand.

"To give you... my gift... my body... give you everything..."

"You know what that means."

"Yes, Master... it means... consent... to use me..."

"I won't stop."

"No, Master... I need it... please do everything..."

"I've decided I will go further tonight. This is your last chance."

Leah shuddered at the thought. She'd had only a glimpse of Justin's deviant likes. And he'd already been more demanding than any other man. It made her afraid. It made her excited at the same time. And one thing had not changed -- she needed to know. This seemingly calm, yet domineering older man, was promising her so much.

"Please... Master..." she gasped. "Take everything... I need it..."

"Worship your Master," he growled softly.

Leah sank straight to her knees. Somehow pleasuring the older man was the most important thing at that moment. She could not help grinning at receiving his permission. Her hands were skilled enough to extract his rock-hard cock and she grinned harder at the sight. But the newbie was careful now, not just grabbing Master's shaft as she once had done - instead she held him delicately in her fingertips as her lips trailed kisses from the spongy head down his length. Once there she made sure to do as he'd instructed and kissed his hairy balls.

"Good... very good..." he moaned with delight.

Justin enjoyed Leah in every way. And as a man he'd have no objections to her wanting to swallow his cock. But submission was so different. And she was a good learner, already understanding that it was his choice to harness her desire to serve and to please. He felt his cock harden still more as the younger woman began to use her tongue to trace over his ridges and veins.

"Now," he moaned when finally he was ready to be engulfed. "Good... good little puppy..."

Leah had always enjoyed sucking cock. The feeling of a man's essence, his throbbing hardness on her tongue, was a most special experience. But it was exciting to learn new ways to pleasure her Master. To know that he could control his own desires and her actions. It made it all the more satisfying when she finally was allowed to swallow and slobber his wonderful fuck stick.

Of course it felt so totally right to be on her knees before him. Leah still did not really understand the joy of placing herself below Justin in that way. But when he undressed, his own naked body next to hers, she was more than happy to kneel between his legs as Master reclined on his plush lounge. She was excited, too, to have him grab a handful of her soft hair in order to guide her mouth up and down his shaft.

"Good girl," he moaned as he forced her down almost to the point of her choking. "This is good practice for when you're with Adam."

Leah knew she'd never let Adam plunge so deep in her mouth. Still, it was thrilling to have the lovely older man use her so freely. She was excited, too, when he yanked her head off his staff and pushed her down to his balls. It was like a treat to be permitted to lap gently at his sack. She imagined him to be as virile as any younger man but, still, she was careful about licking those precious eggs. And she was surprised when, after a few moments, he turned onto his knees on the lounge. Her mouth quickly resumed its work, his delightful, hairy sack now more accessible.

"Yes, little puppy," he groaned. "Lick me... higher... higher..."

Leah knew what was required. The young woman had never had any interest in rimming a man. She could not avoid the thought of how dirty -- and disgusting -- it was to stick her tongue into a man's bottom. But it was not her choice in how she pleasured Justin.

"Good girl... deeper... inside..."

She was not at all repelled by his command. He was her Master and she had promised -- after all. And it was not so unpleasant to work her tongue in there. Or to obey his instruction to fondle his balls while she began to flick the middle of his tight opening.

"Yes, puppy... taste it... deeper..."

She had no inkling that her Master has decided on this more as a test - he was keen to see how far Leah would go, how much she'd embrace being degraded and used. And already his young novice was proving herself - pressing her tongue into his backdoor, noting the way his tight hole seemed to open for her probing tongue and the earthy scent of a man's arsehole.

It was proof enough for Justin to proceed to the next part of his fun. Dragging Leah by her hair, he soon had her positioned over his bed -- arms and torso on the mattress to support her weight while she knelt on the floor. Leah was excited to be manhandled. And there was nothing surprising about displaying her butt and her holes. But this was the first time she'd seen a riding crop in his bedroom.

"That's right, young lady," he said with barely suppressed delight. "Its time to take you further."

"Yes, Master," she whispered with a shudder.

"This is your gift. And you can't stop me."

"No, Master... don't stop... but... I'm scared..."

He slapped the tip of the crop against her inner thighs. Then a gentle swipe over her cunt lips. They were engorged, making clear how aroused she was from her oral service. The older man could even spy her moisture slowly building. Leah could not help a tiny flinch as the leather touched her shaven mound. And Justin knew she was ready.

"Its OK to be scared, little puppy. It only makes your gift more of a treasure."

She was kneeling before him, facing away and spread-eagled over his bed. It took only a flick of his hand to gently slap the crop against her butt cheeks. He was excited to see how she tried to hold still.

"Good girl. Stay still for me like that. I don't want to tie you up -- yet."

The next blows were a little firmer. He heard the small escape of air from her. But Leah did well to remain still. Even when he whipped her a little harder -- this time making sure the slap of leather on bare skin filled the room.

"Faaaarrrckk..." she whispered, as if to herself.

"You wanted to know," he reminded her.

He swung the crop again, whipping her round little bum over and over. Leah had wondered about this - no, she had been eager to find out. But the sting was something she'd been unprepared for. Still she tried to hold herself steady for Master. And then she almost jumped as his fingers traced over her cunt lips.

"This is your gift. To your Master. You can take it."

He whipped her again, this time slowly shifting the blows from her arse cheeks down the back of her legs. Leah wanted so bad to be good enough for him. She tried to swallow her small gasps of pain. Was he right? Could she really take it? And then his fingers were between her wet folds. She was panting, gasping with the fear. But the familiar touch, the slightest penetration of her hole, somehow redoubled her commitment.

"Good girl," he cooed. "You can take it. I am proud of you."

Leah knew this was wrong. Somehow perverted and -- wrong. Why such pain? She wanted to trust this man but could she? He was whipping her harder now, almost unrelenting. And then his fingers -- two, she could feel, were penetrating her, filling her cunt. His words of praise had urged her to take anything he might do. But his touch was electric. And she knew that between his pleasuring of her and his cruel whipping she could stick to her promise.

"Its good that you're wet," he told her in his usual calm voice. "It means you can enjoy giving."

His soft voice and gentle encouragement made her lie there as the whipping continued. She'd been so curious about a riding crop -- now she was sure that had been a stupid mistake. But he knew how to touch her, how to make her aroused in spite of the beating. She could focus on his fingers now as they thrust slowly into her cunt. Focus on sexual pleasure as he gently massaged her clit. The helpless novice kept those thoughts in her mind even as the stinging of her skin turned to a burning -- and then a searing pain in her flesh as Master whaled on her.

"Good little puppy," he praised her.

She thought she'd scream when he whipped her cunt lips. Not so hard though, she realised. She was afraid, then, more than she'd ever been with Justin. But she could sense his joy, his delight at hurting her pussy like that.

"You told me I am Master," he was saying. "And that I can have everything."

"Yes... yes, Master," she murmured, wondering if he'd yet bring tears to her eyes.

In turn, she was grateful for his fingers when they returned to her hole. The next slash against her soft cunt hurt just as much -- but not more. Leah had thought she must cry for relief, beg him to stop. How could he do this to her? She reminded herself of what he'd said - that she could take it.

Justin truly was impressed with the young novice. How quickly she was discovering the intensity of her desire to submit, to serve and to please. The proof was in her reddened flesh, marked temporarily by the savage blows he'd given with his crop. He was as turned on as could be, his cock aching with need. Her perfect, supple body ready now. So he lifted her onto the bed, still on hands and knees.

"I'm not stopping."

Leah at least could be relieved that the whipping had ceased. For how long? But her next thought, through the stinging pain in her flesh, was that her tiny opening was available to Master.

"You know what I want."

"Master," she shuddered. "Yes... please..."

He spread her arse with his hands and quickly pressed the head of his shaft to her anus. Leah gasped once more in fear. She was not ready for this - no licking, no lube, no fingering to help her stretch. But already he was forcing her to open for his manly cock. Sill something of a novice at anal sex, she readied herself for the hurt. But she would not cry out. Or beg him to stop.

"Tight," he growled. "And mine to use."

"Master... yes... use it... oh fuck..."

He paused to spread some of his spit onto the head of his cock -- the only lubrication he wanted to give. Then he thrust into her again, feeling her opening give way as he began slowly to ram into that forbidden passage. Poor Leah cried out, in fear as much as pain. But Master was true to his word and was already working himself further into her arsehole.

"Touch your clit, puppy. Touch it for me."

She was grateful for the reminder. Or was it permission? She heard herself gasp at the burning in her arsehole as Master began to drive into her, gently flexing his hips as he forced his hardness into her protesting hole. It was a surprise that her clit could be so swollen. Though her touch hardly distracted from the aching in her bottom.

"You feel so good after the crop," he moaned as still more of his cock was jammed into her poor sphincters.

It hurt -- there was no other way to say it. And this was why Leah had always avoided anal sex. The fear of this pain. She knew he could hear her gasps of torment.

"Your gift to me... I won't stop," he growled with lust.

The pain was too much -- almost. Yet so different. And there was no mistaking his arousal. She could feel it in the way he was fucking her arsehole. Her skin still burned with the cruelty of his whipping. But it thrilled her to know that she'd stoked his passion higher than before. Leah knew then that she'd want the crop again -- that she'd learn to love it as much as hate it.

"Good puppy," he praised her again, still thrusting deep. "Good puppy..."

Her own excitement seemed to be dimming the burning. She was giving her arsehole to an older man, a man who took perverse pleasure in such dirty acts. Who could be aroused by inflicting pain on her. Her arsehole was aching and her body abused. But he was praising her. And his thick shaft was becoming almost pleasurable in her tightest hole. She was excited to know he must be close to exploding. So she was a little surprised, once more, when Master Leah withdrew his cock and dragged her to the floor.

"Finish it," he groaned. "You know what to do."

Confused once more by his practiced domination, she could only obey as he wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft. It was slick with the sheen of her own filth. And she could smell the depths of her own arse. But she stroked him all the same -- grateful that her suffering might be over and eager to bring the session to an end.

"Take it," he said in an almost desperate tone. "Wear it..."

He edged closer, his hands holding her head.

"Master... please..."

He exploded then. His cum fired out from his throbbing cock. She felt it twitch and then saw the thick wad of sticky stuff. Leah felt dirty, nasty -- humiliated. But she was elated at the sight of his blasting semen. Stroking and grinning as Justin kept shooting more and more of his ball juice onto her face. In her hair. Dripping down her heaving tits.

"Good girl... the perfect gift," he moaned with pure delight.

Leah felt as confused as ever. Her chest heaved with her excitement. Her mind told her that it was all disgusting and degrading. She was kneeling before him, covered in his semen. The smell of his cum mixed with the scent of her bowels. How awful it should feel. But her triumph was as strong as the sense of discovery from so much that was new. All of it strangely pleasurable. Her body ached but she felt on top of the world. She knew she ought to fear the older man. But now she felt closer to Justin than ever.

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"You wanted to know," he said softly.

He'd cleaned up the novice. Carefully and gently. After all, Leah was proving to be a prize. Other woman, even those who thought they wanted to discover their submission, might have fled. Or screamed to the neighbours for help. Now he was holding her tightly in his arms as he sought to reward her for her bravery. And her wonderful gift.

"Yes... and... I feel so strange..."

"And sore? Regretting it?"

"I dunno... I mean... is it always like that?"

He ignored that question -- for now. Experience told Justin that there'd been something special for Leah in the finale. It might be the key to whether she would continue to submit to him.

"I wanted it... the facial... from you," she tried to explain. "Because of my gift. And you wanted that. It made me happy."

"Happy? For a man to do that? Is that how it is with other men?"

"Master... that was my first. My first... ever... I wanted it... when you said... it was part of my gift... to give you everything..."

He tied her up then. Soft scarves bound her wrists and her ankles. He made an effort to reassure the novice by putting away the riding crop. Then he spent the longest time pleasuring Leah. First her B-cup tits and then fingering her while he suckled. Next moving down to eat her cunt -- to finger her while he worked her clit with his tongue. When she began to scream with pleasure he shoved another scarf into her mouth as a simple gag. But she looked at him with a face that said how thankful she was to her Master. And, after a rest, more oral pleasure for her. Even using a small vibrator deep in her hole. Until he was sure her cunt was as sore as her butt.

After untying her, Justin expected the younger woman to roll into him. Perhaps relieved that she could rest. But she smiled at him and moved to turn onto all fours.

"Master... is it OK if you use my butt again?"

"My little girl... you must be tender."

"No, Master... I want to sleep with your load inside me. And I know you love to cream in my arsehole."