My Story.

I'm sorry little girl.

We spent most of the Tuesday with me answering any questions that she had come up with while looking through the scrapbooks.

I answered honestly. Obviously one of the first things she asked about was the interview where I had said I was gay.

"It says here that you're Gay. Did you mean bisexual? My friend Martin is bisexual. I'm okay with it if you are."

"Believe it or not I'm actually very much straight. I said I was gay to be all controversial and get my music noticed. I made myself the ultimate parents nightmare. "

She gave me a strange look.

"If a parent says it's horrible music kids automatically buy more of it to be rebellious... and believe me sweetheart when I said I was gay the parents thought I was the worst person ever. It really backfired on me when I went to America on several occasions"

"What do you mean?"

"Well I walked out of a venue in Dallas and came face to face with a local yokel wielding a shotgun."

She looked absolutely mortified, put down the scrapbook straddled my lap and started to kiss me. When we broke apart I asked why.

"What brought that on sweetheart? Not that I'm complaining but you seem very anxious ."

"I'm sorry that you had to go through that experience. It must have been terrifying. I'm glad he didn't do it though. Otherwise I wouldn't have found you and I would probably have been dead before I was 18.... ..."

Her voice trailed off and she broke eye contact. I tilted her face to look at me again.

"I know you were planning on dying sweetheart. I'm so glad he didn't shoot me too. I've only recently been happy that he didn't do it. Since January actually. I've been so close to ending my life so many times but not once since you stomped past me at the rehearsals."

She blushed and started to babble and that led to crying uncontrollably. Wtf???

"Ssshhhh baby. What's wrong?"

"I I'm sorry. My behaviour was terrible. I had just found out that he was actually planning to sacrifice me on my 18th birthday."

"I thought you said he was going to marry you. That's what you told me when we were in that room."

"That's what I thought originally. But he said something about marriage and then sacrifice. His friend left the plan written down. Apparently they were going to perform a marriage ceremony between me and some demon they were going to summon and so I could perform the spousal duties I would be sacrificed immediately so he could take me with him "

"Why didn't you tell me he was planning to sacrifice you?"

"I didn't want you to think I was making up some bat shit crazy story."

"Is that actually possible? Summoning a Demon I mean? I thought that was just a film thing. You know. Scare the viewers."

"Me too but he watched a film where a woman gets pregnant by the devil and he decided that it was worth trying."

"Are you talking about Rosemary's Baby? That's an awful movie to watch. "

To try and make her feel better, Tuesday night I tried to get her to take more control in what we did sexually. I had told her that I would be her slave and made her go weak at the knees.

I convinced her to go au naturel with me. I decided to prove the slave thing. She stood up and I immediately got on all fours and crawled around after her. When she stopped I started kissing her feet.

"What are you doing?"

"Kissing your feet mistress. Please tell me what you want me to do for you."

"Well stop doing that for a start. It's weird. "

"What?"

"Calling me mistress. "

"I'm your slave tonight. Anything you want me to do for you I will do willingly."

She started walking again and I resumed crawling making sure I was brushing up against her. The next time she stood still I started kissing up her leg from her ankle. As I reached her inner thigh I heard her breath catch in her throat. I took her hand and placed it on the top of my head. She immediately entangled her fingers in my hair. I didn't move any higher but in between kisses I spoke to her.

"Guide me to where you want me to go. Use me for your pleasure. "

Her grip tightened and she moved me closer to our precious. I resumed kissing up her inner thigh. She leaned against the wall just as my lips connected with her clitoris. I started to suckle lick and kiss her .
Her grip on my hair tightened again and she seemed to buckle at the knee slightly. I supported her weight as best as I could. I moaned loudly and made loud slurping noises to let her know that I was happy. When she started to move back towards the sofa  I kept up with her and continued suckling. She flopped onto the sofa and within seconds she was orgasming. I drank every drop before I pulled away. I gave her a jareth smile and she blushed.

"What's wrong baby? Why are you blushing? "

"I'm sorry. I lost myself. You didn't get anything."

"I wasn't expecting anything. I'm your slave remember. I will do whatever you want me to do whenever you want. All you have to do is say. David eat me, David fuck me, David give me a massage, Dav......"

She put her finger on my lips.  I stopped talking. 

"David..."

"Yes darling."

"Kiss me please but can rinse your mouth first. ?"

I dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. I swished it round my mouth and swallowed it in front of her. She made a yuck face. I giggled.

"What's with the face? "

"I can't believe you like it. I mean it's you know... foof juice."

I had just taken another swig and almost choked on it. In fact I spat it out and it bounced off the glass and back into my face. This time she started to giggle.

"Well juice a la Kerry is very very very very very tasty and I could drink from you all day and be happy if that was all you allowed me to have."

She wrinkled her nose again so I kissed the end of it before moving down to her lips. We kissed deeply and passionately. I pulled her in close so she could feel my erection. Before we broke our kiss I lifted her up and smeagle immediately snuck in and tucked himself away in the warm soft soft folds of his happy place. She gasped again and bit my lip.

"And that's the other advantage of what we just did. We get to enjoy each other's bodies for longer."

I carried her up the stairs with smeagle still tucked away nicely. It was quite difficult because she would squeeze her pelvic floor muscles and nibble on my earlobes. We made love against pretty much every wall between the living room and our bedroom. We didn't stop making love or pleasuring each other until  well after sunrise. With every orgasm her aura got brighter and brighter. I know sex doesn't fix anything but we weren't just having sex we were making love and love definitely helps to heal a heart.