Teasing Anthony

Chapter 2

Saturday morning, I woke up when my roommate, Jen, plunked a package down on the edge of my bed. "Where did you go last night, Jess? The last I saw, you were dancing with some guy and then you were in a taxi with him in front of the club over an hour later." My mind flew over the events of last night, ending in Anthony dropping me off at the dorm, and then I glanced at the package. "M. Anthony to S. Jessica" was the only writing on the plain blown paper and I took it into the bathroom with me, turning it over to see if something else was on it. "That was in front of the door this morning," Jen called after me, "There aren't any stamps on it so the guy must have left it there. Do you know who it is? Well I've got to go to class, so I'll see you later tonight." I watched the package warily as I brushed my teeth, half afraid to open it, but my curiosity won me over.

I took the package back into the bedroom with me and opened it as I sat down, peering into it as I sat it on my pink bedspread. I reached in and pulled out a white bundle that turned out to be a really cute pleated tennis skirt when I shook it out. I blushed in pleasure because I had never gotten a gift from a guy like this before, and hopped up to try it on. I wiggled my hips into it and had to pull it fairly high before I could fasten the buttons. I looked into the mirror and was shocked at how much it showed. I could see the dimples where my cheeks met the top of my thighs without even bending over and even when I tried to pull it down it seemed to have been designed to ride high on my hips, making it impossible to bend over without giving anyone behind me a peep show. Next out of the box was a pale pink bra and shirt, which turned out to be slightly transparent if you looked closely, and the shirt only had buttons once it was to the bottom of my breasts, showing all of my cleavage. I sat down on the bed, confused why Anthony had bought me such suggestive clothes and realized I had to sit with my legs crossed at all times to keep my crotch covered, which meant my skirt rode up even more and showed almost all of my creamy thighs.

Sitting down on the bed again made the box rattle and I leaned over and took out two more things. The first was a pair of white shoes with 5-inch heels and ankle straps, which I put on too, and the second was a clear, pink rubber thing that looked like a little torpedo with a flared base. At the bottom of the box was a note that read, "For my cute little tease. Since you seem to like your slutty clothes so much, I have decided you will take it up a notch. I have seen you at the mall almost every weekend, so I think we will meet there today. Since you are so naïve, I should probably tell you that the rubber toy is called a butt plug and I think you will enjoy it. Make sure you lube it up well and put it into your ass slowly, because you will be wearing it all day and you don't want to get sore your first time. Put on everything in this box and no more and come to the second cinema for the 4:00 show. I will be there shortly. Master Anthony."

I looked up from the note I was holding at the mirror and saw that I did look like a real slut who loved to show off my body. My breasts strained at the transparent pink cloth of my blouse and my bra was obvious through it because it was a darker pink. My skirt refused to cover my bottom when I sat, so my bare behind was on the bedspread and I realized I would be sitting directly on every seat I sat on today.

I picked up the plug gingerly and, using some lotion to lube the plug, placed it against my asshole. It felt so strange and made me think shamefully of pushing herself onto Anthony's finger last night. Taking a deep breath, I pushed it in almost all the way before I had to stop, panting from the pain. After a pause, I gritted my teeth and pushed it the rest of the way in, then lay there panting again as my body adjusted to the strange object. I slowly turned over and lowered myself onto the bed, gasping from the way sitting made the plug push into me even more, and then caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked wild, with my cheeks flushed and wearing my slut clothes and I could see from here that I was wet, which embarrassed me at the same time as it excited me. Remembering last night, I slowly reached for the same nub between my legs that Anthony had played with. I stroked it, then slipped my fingers further down to feel my slick lips, falling back onto my pillows as I reveled in the new sensations. As my head hit the pillows, I saw my alarm clock. 3:45! I clattered out the door on my high heels, trying vainly to tug the skirt down.

I didn't have time to drive, so I hailed a cab and hurriedly told him where to go. As I sat down I heard a squelching noise and turned red as I realized it was my wet pussy making that sound on the seat. I could even smell herself and was horrified when I saw the cabbie look at me in the rearview mirror with his eyebrows raised. Blushing furiously, I looked out the window for the rest of the trip and tried not to make eye contact when I paid him.

The mall was full of the Saturday crowd and I found out that the only way to walk on those 5-inch heels was to sway my ass and push out my breasts for balance, making me look like a bimbo. I was relieved when I spotted the theater and hurried inside cinema two, looking for Anthony. I saw him in the back row by himself and rushed over to sit down. I stole a glance at him and saw he had not even looked at me and seemed to be vibrating with anger. He spoke so quietly I wasn't sure he had spoken at all, but I was paying such close attention I heard every word. "Is it 4:00, Jessica?"

"I'm sorry, it is 4: 10, but I tried my hardest to get here on time and it's not my –"

"There are no excuses. You did not try your hardest or you would have been here. It is simple, really." He looked at me, his cool green gaze roaming over my exposed cleavage and thighs. "At least you can follow some instructions." Resting his hand on my knee, he slid it up my leg until he reached the junction between my thigh and pussy, which he gently rubbed before cupping my entire pussy in his warm, rough palm. He turned suddenly amused eyes on me and asked, " Do you know how wet you are?" before he started working his finger into my cunt. I lashed out, scratching his arm with my nails, fighting back tears. I couldn't take this in public, this humiliation where anyone could see me, and I fled to the small bathroom attached to the theater, my heels almost tripping me.

Shaking, I held onto the sink, afraid to leave the safety of the women's bathroom, and decided I would leave when the theater emptied. I sat on the toilet and leaned over against the wall, trying to stop crying when I heard the door creak. I heard a click and my heart skipped when I realized it was the lock on the bathroom door. I scrambled to lock my stall door, but it flew open before I could get the latch fastened, and Anthony filled the doorway, almost growling in his rage. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me out into the middle of the floor, leaving me quivering as he glared at me. "I will not take this disrespect. You have no right to your body anymore so stop acting like you do. Never defy me again, little slut." Anthony pinched my chin and asked, "Whose property are you again?"

"You-yours…"

"How are you to address me?'

"Sir, Master Anthony."

"Now act like it!" He pushed my head toward his crotch. "Beg to suck my cock." He narrowed his eyes as he waited for me to gulp my sobs down.

I took a deep breath. "Pl-lease can I suck your cock, Sir, please?" Anthony nodded, once, and I undid his belt and zipper with trembling hands, feeling his dick grow as I pulled it out. As soon as I had it in my mouth, he thrust in, making me swallow his cock without a chance to get used to it. He held my head against his belly, feeling my nostrils flare as I had to breath through my nose. My gag reflex was working his cock so well he pushed in harder when it had stopped, only pulling out when he was close to coming. "That was good, slut, but I want more."

He bent me over the sink and flipped up my skirt, admiring the cute pink plug nestled between my sweet cheeks, before he grasped the plug and started to pull. I struggled, trying to push myself off the sink, until Anthony gave my ass a ringing slap that left me breathless. "I warned you. Now beg me to fuck your ass. You will get used to begging soon, I promise." I started crying again when I saw I could not get out of it and finally decided to obey. "Please fuck my ass, Sir, please fuck me!" The plug came out with a pop that made me dizzy with pain, and then I saw Anthony in the mirror above the sink pulling a bottle of lube from his pocket and rubbing it all over his thick cock. I felt the tip push slowly against my opening, spreading my ass more than the plug, until my asshole stretched over the head. He held it there for a minute, then pushed further, burying his cock in my ass inch by agonizing inch as I gasped, my breath fogging the mirror in front of me. When his stomach was finally pressed against my back, his cock was so deep I was surprised it didn't come back out my mouth. It was so hot and big and just so strange that I didn't know what to think as I got used to it. Anthony leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I'm only being so gentle because I don't want to damage you. You don't deserve this, but a dick as thick as mine can be hard for anyone to manage, let alone a virgin, and I plan on having you a long time." With that, he began to pull out, leaving me feeling oddly empty as his cock was squeezed out of my tight ass.

He slid his cock all the way out and looked at my asshole to make sure I was okay, then sat down on one of the toilets with his dick standing straight up higher than his abs. "Now you will sit that ass on my cock, so crawl on over here." My skirt still flipped up and exposed, I knelt down and crawled across the bathroom floor to him, my ass wiggling as I moved. He slapped my butt lightly to watch it keep wiggling before he said, "Up." I stood up and straddled him, positioning my asshole over his cock, and slowly lowered myself onto him until my pussy touched his stomach. Pausing when he was all the way inside, my whole body started to grow warm as I moved back up the length of his dick. He reached between us and let his hand cover my pussy, saying, "Is it easier to realize you are my property now that my cock is buried in your ass? Are you feeling quite as defiant as you did before?"

"No, Sir, I know I am yours. I am sorry for my disobedience. Please, Sir, could you rub my clit...it-it feels so good." I flushed having to ask him, but I felt like I was on fire as I ground back down on his dick, making me out of breath. Anthony looked at me and started to smile as he manipulated my clit, making my ass tighten with the pleasure as I slid eagerly up and down his thick shaft. He wrapped his other strong arm around my waist and pulled me closer so my pussy rubbed against his abs, leaving a slippery trail of my juices. Leaning in, he said softly, "Ask me if you need to come, my little slut who is getting a proper ass-fucking in a public bathroom." I started to tremble and babbled, "Please, please, Sir, let me come…please…" He rubbed my clit harder as he said, "Come for me now. You have the next three seconds." My entire body shuddered as my ass tightened beyond belief, drawing out his come in hot waves inside me, then I collapsed against him.

He let me stay there for a few minutes until my heart had stopped beating so fast, then gently lifted me off of his softening dick and turned me over. He replaced the plug to keep his come from leaking out all over me, but it slid in with ease now. He set me down on the toilet seat and straightened my clothes, washing off the little bit of come that got on my skirt and my juices off his stomach, and then buckled his belt. I was still weak so he picked me up, arranging my legs so I was decent, and carried me out to the theater. We stayed for the next movie, and I leaned over against him and fell asleep clutching his arm. Asleep, I could not see Anthony smile tenderly as he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head.