Cassies Secret
Chapter Nine
You all probably think I am a horrible person, well,
I am not. I am very sweet, I have been told so many
times. Know what? Many of you reading this would be
with me if you could, you would take the chance that
I would be better to you! Men are basically stupid!
My favorite song came out a long time ago entitled, "When
a Man Loves a Woman". Few people knew anything about
female domination then. The common word, "Femdom" had not
been coined. Edward made a lot of promises, even more
than Charlie has made. Edward had no plans to live up to
the things he told me. I made it very clear to Edward.
He knew what I expected of him. Yet all he thought of
were his on needs and wants. He tried to fuck me, yes
after all of his promises about how he would use his
tongue for my pleasure. He caught me pretty intoxicated,
no, drunk. He tied me up, ME. I had explained to him
how I was to small. I had told him that I had tried when
I was in high school. I tried when I was in college.
Both times I was hurt and the act was not consummated.
I even went to a obgyn. She told me I could be made
bigger, you know, operated on. She was contemplating
cutting my beautiful pussy.
"Like I am going to do that," I told her.
"For what, just so a man could stick his penis in me!
Unless a man wants to use his fingers and tongue, he
can go to straight to hell!"
I left there and did not go back. I suspected that
before I went to her. She just confirmed it. Now
I could tell men, and tell them it was obgyn confirmed.
To some, well most, that made little difference.
That is why I am a black belt. I have kicked some
ass. A good solid kick in the balls and a man gives
you no more trouble. Even a couple guys who thought
they were macho left me alone after a swift kick. They
wouldn't tell anyone. Would you tell around that a
little girl like me kicked your ass?
A few days later I met Ashley. She was kind, considerate,
really sweet. As we became better friends, she was
gentle. She assured me many. many times that I never
needed a man for anything, no woman did. Sex that is.
She needed one for a slave, for sport, etc. Not sex!
So now you know why Ashley and I were so close.
I had never thought of myself as gay, I liked mine
and Ashley's play. It filled a void. Ok, I even
got turned on by Ashley. She was highly skilled.
I think she really loves me. I really loved her love-making,
no pain. I am now having doubts, serious doubts about
our lovemaking. Charlie is good. So very good, and totally
dedicated to me, the way a man should be dedicated to a woman.
If he is not, he just does not love her enough and is fit
only for a slave ala "Shades of Edward".
I can not believe Charlie, I have been so wrong about him. I have
treated him really mean because I thought he was like all the other
creeps I have known. He is not. He has allowed me to do really nasty
stuff to him while giving him nothing but more deprivation and yeah,
depraved treatment. I feel like a, not very nice person, yet to
Charlie I am a Goddess. I do not think I will ever give Charlie,
"The Goddest Test". I know he would take it, I think he would pass
it, but I do not want to do that to him, I am not even sure I could.
I went through a lot of planning meeting Charlie, getting the job,
all for a purpose that I can not now do. I do not want to do it. I
know I love Charlie. I never thought I could love a man. I certainly
did not fathom falling in love with Charlie. All the jerks, and only
one real man. Charlie knows how a woman should be treated. I do not
believe he was taught, it must come natural to him. He has done so
many sweet things to show how loving and considerate he is of me.
He did not throw a fuss when I had him sleeping all night with his
face in my pussy and even in my ass. Lucky for him I did not need
to fart, because if I had needed to I would have and giggled at him
when he got choked. That is one thing I will not have to feel badly
for. When he asked if I wanted him to be my pee toilet, he would
have been. I could have fed him every drop of my morning pee and
Charlie would have swallowed it all without a complaint. Hey, he
even knelt in front of me and stuck out his tongue into the stream
of piss! He licked me afterwards and I had not even had a bath.
I know I stunk! Charlie did not grimace. I know Charlie wants to
fuck me something terrible. I do not know if I can take all of
charlie. He is not as big as Edward. I know he would be gentle and
a whole lot more understanding. I really believe Charlie would
marry me in a heartbeat, knowing that his life would forever be
like the last couple days. He like, totally worships me. I have
never been worshiped like that. I have always thought I deserved
to be worshiped. I know no one as pretty as me. I know no one as
sexy as me. My figure and complection are second to none for those
who like dark complectioned women with large B tits and an ass just
a little larger than their top measurement.
My ass has a truly beautiful heart shape, my tits have a lift to them
that gives them the curve up and out look. I love showing off my bod.
I love sitting in a crowded room dressed in a short skirt crossing,
uncrossing, and ocassionally spreading my legs just a little so
the men and some women can see my panties. I never believed there was
anything wrong with that. They only see my panties and it gives them
such a thrill. I have been doing that since junior high. Even my male
teachers would look at my panties while pretending not to. I have sent
them behind their desk to hide their bulges many, many times. It always
gave me a sense of power. I like to bend over and accidently show my
butt clad panties. Standing up and bending over a man's desk in a low
cut blouse with no bra is cool too. I have actually seen some men drool!
I know I am a meanie. I know I like to torture men sometimes. It just
comes on me. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I can not
ever be a wife to Charlie all of the time in the natural sense. Maybe
there will always be times when I am horny that I will want, no Need,
to humiliate someone, yes, even Charlie. Maybe Charlie will have to
accept that and lick me after I pee, and maybe once in a while just
to prove he loves me, drink all of my pee. I know I will always want
him to eat me through multi orgasms, he is so good at that. I know
there will always be times when I want his nose, his face, and
his tongue in my ass hole. When his tongue made the trip the length
of my ass crack then intered my asshole, I had an orgasm. There is
something about having a man's tongue in my ass that turns me on.
Maybe it is the sense of power. Edward was a hugh power trip the
ultimist in power trips. I was going to do the same thing to Charlie,
but I know now that I can not. I know I will need to do that again.
I would like to see if I can prolong a mans life for say five years
or more while using him as my toilet slave. The thing is, Charlie
would willingly be my full and complete toilet slave, I think. Such
power I have over a man. Many women could do things to a man if
they knew it, and wanted to. It is difficult for me to accept that
any, "Real woman", would not want to exert her power over a man and
put him to his limit and beyond.
Back to Edward. He had my wrist in the same leather
straps that he was supposed to be in. He had my legs
spread and fasten down. The way we played in the
beginning but he was the fastenee and I was the fastener
in our games.
Oh, I hate him!
Anyway, he was naked on top of me, trying to assure me
this was for my own good. He tried as long as his dick
could stand it. He hurt me, a whole lot. I cried,
really cried, no man ever has the right to make me cry
like that. I even begged and begged that ass hole to
turn me loose. All during my pain, my cries, my begging
he kept "Cooing" that it would be alright. Once he was
in, I would love it. He never got in, I hated it. I
promised ME, never again, and he would pay. He paid.
End of story!
Charlie was asleep. That is good because thinking of
the past like this has me upset, hey it has me mad!
I must stop those thoughts. Charlie has been nothing
but sweet to me, really sweet. when I was so quiet
I do not know if he knew that I was overcome with
emotion. I was. Never have I been treated like the
Goddess I am by a man, that did not try his best to
screw me. Almost always immeadiately. I suppose
since I am beautiful, have a tremendous figure, men
think of me as a, "Fuck toy". Do you think that ass
hold thought of me as a, "Fuck toy", when he was in
the septic tank?
Since I was about fifteen, yeah fifteen, guys have
bumped into me, put their hands on my ass in check
out lines, I have even been pinched in crowds! We
are not talking about accidents! Is it any wonder
I was, maybe am, a man hater! Makes you wonder how
many really good looking ladies are lesbian because
of sexual desires, or because of this shit!
Ohh, I have to calm down. I have some nerve pills
in my purse, I think I should take one. I do not
want to be like this when Charlie awakens. Look
I am thinking considerate things of him, just like
when I could have pissed in his mouth and did not.
Am I getting to soft?
Cassie got up, took her nerve pill. Charlie turned
over without waking. Cassie laid back down on the
bed facing Charlie's back.
Uhmm, not a bad ass. Cassie thought. She cuddled up
to him, put her arm over his side,and went to sleep.
Charlie awoke first. He felt two pointed tits in
his back. Few things will make a man turnove quicker
than the feel of firm, upturned tits in the back.
Charlies turning did not awaken Cassie. Charlie
looked at her and thought again how he was the
luckiest guy in the world. The longer he looked
at her sleeping form the more beautiful she appeared.
Charlie's gaze took her all in, from her head, to her
tits, a quick downward look her pubic mound and back
up to her tits. Charlie then moved his eyes slowly
down face to toes and back again.
She is a Goddess, I do not know what her, "Goddess
Test", is, nor does it really matter. I will do
anything to prove to Cassie I think she is a Godddess.
Any man in his right mind would. Hell I would be
her complete, everything swallowed toilet if that
is her test. Anyway waste from such a beauty could
never be to bad. I would just concentrate on the
knowledge that her food had been chewed by those
beautiful teeth and mixed with the saliva in
that gorgeous mouth. I realize that human shit is
mainly bacteria and dead cells. It is not much of what
she eats. Her digestive system takes care of that.
Her waste is just that, waste. Who cares. She is
a Goddess, and she is my Goddess. I vow to always
put her needs, wants, desires ahead of my own, no
matter what they are. Such is the way it should be
between a man and his Goddess. I never did and never
will deserve her. But I will strive to lavish her
with so much attention that she will learn to love me.
I know she has secrets, I do not care what they are.
The past does not matter, only now and my future with
Cassie. Hell, I do not even care if she killed
someone. What a silly thought! I know that her and
Edward flew a light aircraft into a small storm.
They wrecked in the ocean. She parachuted out and
thought Edward did. His body was never found. Insurance
could not have been a factor. There was only a $100,000
policy on his life. The insurance company paid the claim
quickly, so Cassie told him shortly after she went to work
for him.
She is not just beautiful Charlie thought, she is intelligent
the best I ever had. In no time she was doing all of my
business books, records, and transactions. Cassie handled
about every thing in the office.
I do not mind selling the business. I have worked long hours
for a long time. She is right, it is best to retire while I
am still young enough to enjoy many good quality years with
my Goddess.
Cassie stired, "Oh hi Charlie, sweet dreams?" She asked in her
cooing sexy voice.
She raised up and kissed me, on the lips. The taste of her
kiss was the sweetest thing I ever tasted. I have heard of
candy kisses. Well any kiss, anywhere on Cassie is a
"candy kiss". She climed on top of me. Her beautiful tits
about to poke a hole in my chest. I swear I could feel her
nipples growing against my skin. Cassie is so sexy, I
thought. It has to be just a matter of time.
She started kissing me, pasionately, making little sounds
with her kisses. I returned her kisses with pleasure but
I knew instantly she knew far more about the art of
kissing than I ever hoped to. I always heard it was
not how you kissed, but who you kissed. I hoped the
saying was correct for Cassie, it certainly was for me.
It seemed like a natural progression as my mouth went from
her lips to her neck, throat and to her tits. The nipples
were getting harder all of the time. I think Cassie must
stay aroused. I was really enjoying kissing her beautiful
body. We turned over with me on top. I enjoyed runing
the tip of my tongue in and around her belly button.
Then I felt her hands on my head pushing down.
Of course I knew where she wanted my mouth to go.
I was headed that way anyway. She just speeded it up a
little. I linger at her bush just long enough to kiss it
and inhale. I liked the way her pubes tickled my nose.
I could already feel the heat from her pussy. She was
lifting her ass and pushing on my head.
"Charlie, I need your talented tongue already. Stop
playing and fuck me."
I put my mouth over her lips. She was wet. She held
my head tightly. I licked her slit all that I could with
limited movement. Her nails went to my neck. I pushed
back just enough to lick more of her.
"Charlie, you are playing again." She giggled while
pulling more on my neck. I could feel the pain of her
nails. She started making little circle movements with
her ass. My head was held tightly by her hands and those
sharp nails. I was licking her clit, moving my tongue
around it. I felt her thighs tighten on my face. When
she did this, I had a feeling that one day I would die
here. But what a way to go.
She squeezed really hard. "Fuck me, Charlie, Fuck me."
She released pressure and I took a deep breath and started
tongue fucking her the way she like so much. My tongue
was indeed a dick to her. I looked up at her face, her
eyes were closed, her mouth partially open just enough
to see her teeth. Her lower lip pushed out, with that,
"Cassie in exotic sexual mode" look. I thrust in and
out with my tongue as far as I could reach. I strived
to keep my tongue movement in rythym to her gyrations
and ass lifts. It was not easy, she was also hurting
me. I was coming to accept when Cassie made violent
love, I felt pain. I do not know if this pain was more
or less than the first time on this bed. I was using
all of my concentration power to move my tongue in, out,
and around in attempt to maximize her sexual
gratification. I found that the more I concentrated
on sheer pleasure for Cassie, the less I noticed the
pain. I do not know if she knew how much pain I
was enduring to give her the kind of sexual release
she wanted. She was building to an orgasmic climax.
I continued to concentrate on her pleasure. My tongue
was hurting from fatigue but I continued to give her
all the tongue I had. Her moans became louder, her
thrust harder intermixed with very hard squeezes of
my face. When she would squeeze I could not breathe
at all. Whe she would release, I would inhale and
exhale as hard as I could because I knew another
leg grip on my face was coming. When she would
squeeze my face so hard, I could hear her sucking
in air between her teeth. I could hear her even though
her thighs was blocking the most of the sound. I
knew she was delaying her orgasm as long as she
could. She really liked to do that. When she climaxed
she climaxed hard. I did not know how much longer
I could keep this up. Her face fucks were hard. I
knew if I lost concentration of her pleasure I
would disappoint her. I know how the male praying
mantis must feel. Maybe I would sacrifice my life
someday for Cassie's pleasure. I wanted it to be
far into the future, however. At last my prayers
were answered and Cassie got over the top. As her
thighs and hands relaxed her body stopped moving.
She lay quietly except for her breathing. Her body
was wet with perspiration. It glowed in the light.
I slowly licked and sucked on her pussy. I think
I am enjoying her cum more every time we make love.
It has a sweet taste. I am a, "Cassie Cum", addict.
I did not attempt to reach my dick. I made no
comment about it. It just was not important
compared to totally pleasing Cassie. Nothing
mattered except her pleasure.
I spoke first."That was great, Cassie. I love you."
"I love you too, Charlie. Each time with you is better
than the last. I thought the last time was as good as it
could ever get. I know the difference. This time you
dismissed everything and concentrated on my pleasure.
That is what it takes to have a Goddess, Charlie. You can
not think of your pain, you certainly can not think about
your own sexual wants. Just me, Charlie, just me. I love
you for that. I know I hurt you. I know you are still hurting
from our tremendous fuck. I would be lying to you if I said
it would ever be different. When we have finished making love,
I like to have my ass kissed and licked, even more so if you
did not do that during foreplay. Lick my ass, Charlie. That
shows me you love me. It shows that you belong to me. It
shows you really enjoy our love making. It shows you continue
to think of my pleasure instead of your own like most men.
Those are the reasons I want you to kiss and lick my ass when
we finish making love. Do you mind, Charlie?"
I was already planting light kisses on her lovely
ass cheeks, making little circles with my tongue.
There was not a pimple, not a blemish of any
kind anywhere on her ass. She was making little
moaning sounds and whisper of encourgement as
my tongue slowly went the length of her ass
crack. I brought my mouth back to her asshole.
I kissed it pasionately. Frenched it lightly.
then pushed my tongue in her ass a little. I
did not mind the taste as much as I did before.
Her little cries of, "Oh Charlie, that is
soooo good. You are proving you love me." Was all I needed.
I licked her ass, thinking of how beautiful
she was and how much she was getting off on it.
How could I give much thought to my very tired
tongue. I tell my self that I will not ask to
stop, I will say nothing about my dick that is
so engorged, I will only continue to give Cassie
pleasure.
"Ohhh Charlie, that is enough, besides, I have to
pee."
I moved my tired mouth to her pussy. I think it
was automatic.
"No, Charlie, you can not drink my pee all of the
time no matter if you do want to."
I knew that also. Determind to be the greatest lover Cassie
could ever dream of, I said.
"May I carry you to the bathroom, cassie? I love the feel
of your body on me as I give you rides."
Cassie slid off the bed and sat on me as before
with her beautiful legs on my shoulders sticking
straight out in front of my head.
"Giddy up, Charlie!" She said with a sweet giggle.
"Ohhh Charlie, you are so big! I have never seen anyone that big.
Yeah, Charlie I hope you never tire of getting face fucked.
"Your tongue is ideal size and almost ideal length. Would you have
the skin under your tongue clipped for me, just so you could go a
little deeper in my love canal?"
I did not know what was involved in that, or if there were any
repercussions, but it sounded like a reasonable request.
"Yes, of course I will. That will be my honeymoon gift to you!"
I gave her a ride to the toilet. She dismounted and sat on the
commode. I knelt in front of her. As I looked into her eyes,
she mouthed, "Ilove You," with the worlds most beautiful lips.
When she started to pee, I could not help but stick my tongue
in the yellow flow. I would get her piss on my tongue, bring
my tongue back in my mouth, savor the flavor then stick my tongue
back out for more of Cassie's piss. When I brought my tongue back
in my mouth the second time, she ceased to piss. She was waiting
on my tongue to come back out. I raised my eyes to try to see her
face to look at her eyes as my tongue came back out for more
Cassie Piss. I could not see her face. She started pissing again
and as soon as my tongue was wet I brought back in my mouth again.
Again she stopped pissing. She had a lot of control. I do not
know how many trips my tongue made out and in. I did not swallow
much of her piss but I sure had the taste in my mouth. When she
finished, I licked her pussy of the last drops of her sweet flow.
I felt no embarassment, I certainly felt no shame. I was doing
this because I wanted to. I know Cassie deserves it. This way
she knows she is special and shows how special I think she is.
A man tells a woman she is special, she is beautiful, that he
loves her, etc. But how many ways does he prove it? As I was
licking her, I looked up at her. Her eyes were full of
admiration and I hope love.
"You are a real find, Charlie, I love you so much. I really do."
She got off of the toilet.
"Stay just like that, Charlie," she giggled.
She mounted my shoulders with her facing my back. She tucked her
toes in the sides of my back.
"I like rides like this too." She said.
I started moving forward with my mouth on Cassie's pussy.
"I will guide you Charlie." She giggled. "Here give me your
hands. You will get my guidance system very quickly".
She giggled. She was right. When she wanted me to go to her
left she would bite a finger on my right hand. If she wanted
to go right, a finger on my left hand got bit.
"This is fun, Charlie, I like to ride, I like to bite. I love
your mouth on my pussy. You are so much fun!"
Sometimes Cassie's bites were light,sometimes quite hard.
I hoped she was not brusing me to badly. I don't even know
how many bruises I had already. Enough that a few more would
make little difference. Cassie rode, always moving her ass so
that my mouth was giving her pussy a massage. I kept licking
her with my tired tongue. I hoped it would get stronger and
have more endurance. I never wanted to disappoint Cassie.
After I stumbled several times, Cassie said.
"Charlie, I know you love my riding you like this, but you must
be exausted. Let's stop for awhile."
See how considerate Cassie is becoming. I would have let her
ride as long as she wanted or until I was unable to get up
after a stumble. My only real concern was to be sure I cushioned
her fall so she would not get hurt. A couple times my face hit
the carpet and her ass landed on my head. Both times she said.
"Opps sorry, did it hurt?"
More signs of how considerate she is. As beautiful as she is,
I would never have dreamed she was so sweet.
"Charlie you are going to wear out my little pussy with that
big ol tongue of yours."
I loved it when she said witty things like that and giggled
afterwards. Cassie has a wonderful sense of humor.
"Charlie if you can keep your mouth away from my pussy
long enough, we need baths! You are insatiable! You may
be to sexy for me!"
I looked at her and could tell she was not serious. I just
do not know how much more of Cassie's love making my body
can stand. Every muscle in my body aches, she of course is
in fine form. I think she expect this everyday for the rest
of my life. I have already agreed to sell the business so we
can have more time together. I will really get in good
physical condition, a lot better than now, or she will
literaly kill me with her love!
"Want a piggy back ride to the bathroom, gorgeous?"
I asked with a smile.
"Sure," she said with a beam.
I quickly dropped to all fours and Cassie jumped on my back
like mounting a horse. I thought my back would break. I said
not a word but started crawling forward as she bounced and
giggled. I hurt, but do not want her to think I am a wuss,
or even worse, to old for her.
