Loving A STRANGER

As soon as Kylie was completely naked, Ethan put her over his lap and began to spank her b.u.t.tocks. He hit her four times on each cheek, alternating between the left cheek and the right. He did not hit her hard enough to injure her, but just hard enough to leave her b.u.m red and sensitive and to initiate her into the world of bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. "You may speak now," he told her. "Would you like me to stop, or would you like me to continue?"

"Continue," she moaned.

"I had hoped you would say that," Ethan said. "If at any time you want me to stop, say, "pizza," and I will stop. That is your safe word. Do you understand?" He told her quickly.

"I understand," Kylie replied, and a sweet smile drew in her beautiful face. 

While still on his lap, Ethan spread her legs apart and reached between them with his hand. Finding her wet core, he feels her moist, and he slid his index and middle finger into her. He knew that this was her first time, but he had no interest in coddling her. He began to finger f.u.c.k her then, gently at first, and then moving faster and harder until her c.u.n.t began to squirt hot fluid all over his hand, and her moans turned to shrieks of pleasure. It is pure bliss for her.

Now that he knew that her wet core was moist enough to take his full girth, he led her to the floor and put her on all fours. He hiked her a.s.s into the air, spread her legs, and pushed her face to the floor. Before he even thought about entering her though, he took her left hand and led it to her c.l.i.t and showed her how to pleasure herself further while he f.u.c.ked her, and taught her how to remain balanced on her two legs and her right arm by using her forehead on the floor as a stabilizer.

Once Ethan could see that Kylie had a good rhythm with her hand and her c.l.i.t, he lined his swollen member up with her wet core and plunged it in as hard as he could. Kylie gasped as her hymen broke, but she did not slow down, nor did she say "pizza." Instead, she began to rock her body to meet his motions. She was giving him a signal to continue what he was doing. Ethan moves harder and harder, and he hears Kylie"s moan while enchanting his name. 

"Love, harder! Ah....ah... deeper love, deeper!" She moaned. 

"Ah...honey, you"re such a tease. Do you like it?"

Kylie didn"t answer him, yet she moved faster to met his erotic motions.

When they were done, and just beginning to clean up, Kylie asked Ethan to tell her something about himself that she didn"t already know.

"For starters," Ethan replied, "I am not a good person."

"What do you mean?" Kylie wondered.

"On the day that my mother married Old Mr. Parker, his old parents died. Then, on the day that she gave birth to me, another person who was close to our family died. According to my family, I am cursed. Over the years, other bad things happened until, when I was eight years old, Old Mr. Parker realized that it was too much trouble to care for me, so he sold me into slavery."

Kylie gasped. "Are you saying that you were a s.e.x slave at the age of eight? That is horrible!"

Ethan shook his head and said, "It was the Thai She-Male Theater that he sold me to. If he could have sold me as a s.e.x slave, and it would have brought him more money, I am sure that he would have, but I don"t think he had those kinds of connections…"

"I cannot even begin to guess what that was like for you," Kylie said as she led him to the bathroom and turned on the water to run a bath.

 "Over the years, many children have been either abducted or sold to the theater. We were forced to dress up like girls, and they injected us with female growth hormones. They wanted us to have b.r.e.a.s.t.s, but also a p.e.n.i.s. For some reason, it amused the tourists and, if they had the money, they were allowed to touch us or have their way with us so, in a way that never occurred to me before, I suppose that I was sold as a s.e.x slave."

Kylie shuddered at the thought of these dreadful things. "What about the police?" Kylie asked. "Why wasn"t the theater ever shut down and brought to justice?

"It is never as easy as that," Ethan sighed. "The theater bribed the police, so they stayed away. Or, if they were perverts, they came to the show and received special benefits for free. It was awful at first, but, like anything, we all got used to it over time."

Kylie stepped into the bathtub, and Ethan followed her lead. They sat down together, and Kylie began to wash his back. She had not known anyone anywhere else suffered as he had, and it occurred to her that she"d led a very sheltered life.

"Do I scare you?" Ethan asked. "Not everyone makes love in the way that we just did. It is something that I learned in the theater, and I don"t know that I could do it any other way. In fact, I am capable of much more heinous acts…"

"No," Kylie replied. "You do not scare me, and the fact that you feel safe enough in my arms to tell me your story, it only makes me love you more. Furthermore, I enjoyed every single thing you did to me, and I look forward to you teaching me new things. What is that kind of s.e.x is that called again?"

"It is called BDSM," Ethan told her. "It stands for bondage, discipline, sadism, and masochism. ( BDSM An umbrella term used to describe a s.e.xual practice that involves the use of physical control, psychological power, or pain. It typically includes the components of bondage and discipline, domination and submission, or sadism or masochism). I am glad that you enjoyed it."

Kylie: "How did you escape?"

"One day," Ethan explained, "after many years, when they were preparing to castrate me, the illegal organization was uncovered by the F.B.I. And we were rescued. When I arrived back home, I was so broken that I could not control myself. I attacked all of the women around me until, finally, Old Mr. Parker decided to send me to a Mental Health clinic that was far from where I lived. It was on the way to the airport that I met you."