New Meat [charlie][M]

[kemo 'psycho' payne]

Kemo yawned and stretched out on the bed, lifting her hand out to lift the clock from her bedside locker. Attempting to focus on the small clock face she groaned. Ten thirty am, well it was her day off and she was meeting her new slave. It was then she remembered she had told the kid to meet her at the jail but seriously now could not be bothered heading back over there. So picking up her mobile sent a quick text message with her address and telling him to get his ass over pronto. She pressed send then rolled back over to vegetate for a moment.

Eventually she pushed her naked body off the bed and headed into the shower. Psycho as she was better known to her friends had stayed up to read the guys file, he seemed an ok kid. Complete green nose, no drink, no drugs nothing. Perfect in her book, she couldn't very well have an alcoholic junkie for her slave now could she? It just wouldn't look good but in this town it seemed almost impossible to get any slave like that.

As the water gushed down on top of her she washed herself, unable to stop herself from fondling her pussy and masturbating. Thoughts of Allan had crept in and she was too damn partial to that law breaker for her own good. Satisfied she continued to shower stepping out a while later and wrapping a pale blue towel around her waist. Never bothering to cover her breasts as she never saw the need.

Brushing her teeth and drying her hair took another few minutes and finally as she turned off the hair drier she heard a distinct ring on her doorbell. She walked over and unhooked the chain, slid the deadbolt back and turned the handle. Stepping back behind the door to let the kid inside. Once that was done she closed the door again. Viewing him up and down specutively.

"So you're Charles, Chuck, charlie" she settled on the last one and could really careless if he liked it or not. Kemo's figure exposed as it was, was a sight to behold. She was so toned and fit, her angel tattoo and her gorgeous breasts on display. Unashamed at meeting him like this she walked ahead to the sitting room. Sitting herself onto the sofa she lit a cigarette beckoning him to stand in front of her.

"So Charlie, tell me a little about yourself and what you can do" as if to phase him she began to view him slowly from head to toe. A smile playing on her mouth the whole time.

[charles landon myers]

[/i]!"[/b] Her appearance took him by surprise and he didn't know what to do but look away while thinking to himself, Wow!

Walking in after her invitation inside, he walked in, his eyes roaming anywhere but near her. He wasn't sure if this was how she greeted people normally, but one thing was for certain and that was that this woman was bold. Then again, with a body like hers, she could afford to be bold. Standing a little nervously he waited as she sat herself down onto the sofa. At her demand he walked over and stood in front of her, eyes looking down grabbing a full view of her cleavage from above. Inhaling a bit deeper he raised his head and stared at a spot above her head on the wall behind her, as if saying Ooookay!

"Uh, it's Chuck, actually, but Charlie is fine, uh, sheriff, mistress, w-what should I call you?" Chuck was not a man experienced in the field of romance, and gets nervous when he would see anyone naked. "I can cook some, clean, all that maid kind of stuff. Oh, uh, I could paint things for you if you want, but yeah no never mind that's boring. Uh...sh-should I go fetch clothes for you to begin with?"
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[kemo 'psycho' payne]

The boy was simply too cute, probably as innocent as anything to boot. Kemo smiled as she inhaled but blew the smoke away from him. After listening for a moment she stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray, resting on a glass coffee table by the sofa. Her long slender toned legs lifted up on to the chair curling behind her, a hand lifted slowly to absently fondle her own breasts. Well with a body like hers it was damn near impossible not to want to touch it. Fingers tugged on a nipple causing it to stand upright.

"You can call me mistress Kemono, only my slaves ever get to call me by my full name" because if she ever heard one of them refer to her as pyscho they'd be in fear of losing a limb or two.

Patting the edge of the sofa beside her she motioned with a crooked finger for him to come over to her and sit down. Tempted as she was to tell him she didn't bite, Kemo didn't go in for lying. She bit and bit like crazy.

"I like painting Charlie, it's not boring at all" she smiled, stretching her legs out behind him as one of her knees grazed his back, picking up one of his hands with the same one she had moments ago been fondling herself with, she turned it around as if observing it intently.

"You haven't done much manual labor have you Charlie?" his comment about getting her clothes to wear was almost humoros he was obviously embarrassed at her nudity. She placed his hand then on her waist.Removing her own and turning slightly so she was lying down facing him.

"Does my body embarrass you in some way?" she asked fingers running through her hair as she viewed him. The poor boy
someone should have warned him really. Kemo may have been the sheriff of Creighton but she was also a law unto herself. She got the job done with her own brand of justice, not many made it into her holding cells, not many made it at all. The teenagers about the town were harmless enough though, except for the guy in her jail at the moment though he was effectively paying the piper for his list of crimes. He had raped a girl and though most of the time she could careless what went on between masters and their slaves, rape was something she could not condone. Having been gang raped herself while at the police academy, Kemo earned her nickname not long after. When she had sought out her revenge on the bastards who thought any female was fair game. She had three, there were two more to go.

She sat up then, coming so close to him that her breasts practically brushed against his arm.
"I have few rules, the most important is do as your told. The next be punctual, I hate tardiness. Do you have a dorm Charlie? It won't matter too much, at least four nights of any given week you'll be here. There's a room set aside for you, decorate it as you want" a hand trailed up his arm but she kept her gaze directly on him.

"Sometimes I will require you to not just cook and clean for me Charlie, I'll want you to massage me after a hard days
work, wash me when I'm too exhausted to do it myself and if I am in the mind for it, which is pretty damn often I'll
have you. Any questions?" the hand was now moving up to his shoulder, around his neck so her fingers could curl into the hair at the base of it. A slight movement brought his face close to hers. Her lips parted and she kissed him. It was so delicately soft, so infintely gentle. Her tongue brushing lightly over his lips as she parted them and entered. Tasting him as her tongue explored inside before finally breaking the kiss and lying down once more. A smile never far from her mouth as she picked up the hand that had been on her waist and held it in her own two. Touching each finger she waited for him to ask her anything at all. Her brown eyes held his gaze as slowly she brought his hand up to her mouth and began to lick and suck very very slowly on each digit.

ooc. only a week by the time I'm done with you, you'll be giving me cookies for a month

[charles landon myers]

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"O-Okay mistress Kemono." Sitting down on the sofa at her request, he still tried to not stare at her wondrous body. Jumping a bit when her knee touched his back, sending a shock up his body, he looked over at her in response, only to find that there was a perfect opening view under her towel, showing him the rest of her body he had not seen yet. His eyes widened and again another nervous chuckle escaped from him. "I-I've done some, just might not be what you w-would have me do because I-I never had a mistress before." Before he knew it, his hand was resting on her waist, as to how it got there he had no clue.

”What? No, no! No, you are, just, so very beautiful, truly! I-I’m just not used to seeing people n-nude.” The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off right now, since any fool would know better than to make any sheriff mad. Besides, he was simply telling her the truth, even though his nervousness was causing him to stutter a bit. The last person, and the only person, he had seen naked was a slave girl who belonged to his former master. He accidentally barged in while she was changing, and needless to say he was greatly embarrassed. The girl wasn’t though, who had, in fact, made it her business to make his life miserable by teasing him to great extents all the time. Suddenly he felt the contact between his arm and her breasts, which had made him flinch. ”Yes, I have a do-oh, all right…shou-” Though he wanted to ask questions, insignificant ones at that, he was greatly distracted by his mistress feeling up his arm, never letting his heart rest. He was scared to look at her, partly because he was scared to make eye contact since she intimidated him. Mostly though, he could still see under her towel slightly if he looked down.

His heart was already skipping beats at the mention of massages, but when she said that she would have him wash her he could feel his heart stop. Having never dealt with a mistress before, this was a unfamiliar and scary transition for him. ”Wait, h-have me?” He had an idea what she meant by “have you” but he had hope with all his heart in that one instant that he was dead wrong, that she had not finished her sentence. Perhaps it was yet another thing she would “have him” do, just a simple chore. In no time, however, he found his lips stuck to hers, though involuntarily on his part he dared not disappoint her by pulling away. The French kiss answered his question for him. Yes, when she said that she would have him she did mean that she was going to have her way with him sexually, which was what he feared would be true. As she began to lick and suck his fingers, Chuck let out a short series of nervous chuckles once more, not at all familiar with this awkward feeling. ”M-Mistress Kemono, I-I don’t know if that’s such a good i-idea. I-I mean, my hands are n-not very clean.” Oh no, what had he done.
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[kemo 'psycho' payne]

Kemo watched his every move, the slightest flicker of his eye lashes as he tried to look away. The hesitant drop of his eyes to her towel which she knew had slightly parted when she had moved down. The boy was like a nervous wreck and she found it adorable. Clearly he was a virgin, every inch of him wreaked of it. Musing that she could either toss him back on the block for some other bitch to slap him around or she could take him on herself, Kemo removed his fingers from her mouth sliding them down her chin, her neck and to her cleavage.

"Really Charlie?" she grinned looking at him, moving his hand across her right breast letting her own hand move his into a cup to form under the curve. Guiding his thumb across the nipple and still she had not stopped looking at him. He would be a basket case in the next five minutes if she wasn't careful.

"Why didn't you wash before coming to see me then Charlie?" moving his hand she sat up again pushing him roughly from the sofa, so she could swing her long limbs from it to the floor. The towel fell from her, exposing her goddess like form.
"Pick up the towel Charlie and follow me" walking with a seductive swagger into the bathroom she reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on.

An arm leaned against the wall as she waited for him, a mischievous grin on her face.
"Take them all off Charlie, if you can't wash yourself then I'll do it this once. Show you how it is done. Hurry up, you have two minutes to comply or I turn 'psycho' or your ass" it was her turn now to chuckle as she walked out passed him, slapped him on his cute little rear and went to the kitchen. A shot of espresso later she was walking back inside and closing the door after her.

"One minute and I want you in there with me ... Charlie".

[charles landon myers]

[/b] There was really no point for him to have explained that since it would appear that it wasn’t going to stop her from what she was going to do next. His eyes blinked foolishly as the towel fell from her, completely exposing her form. Picking up the towel he proceeded to get up and followed after her, eyes shifting around the lower part of her body as she walked.

Hearing the sound of the water he paused for a moment thinking to himself, Oh crap, please tell me that’s no---yup, it’s for me… Hesitating, he stood idly with towel in his hands, somewhat zoned out, until she walked by and slapped him on his behind. Jumping from the action he realized the only thing he could do was yield to her command. Having only one minute left before she threatened to go crazy on him, he quickly removed the all articles of clothing on him in one quick swoop, as if taking a deep breath and running through fire without stop. Now standing in her house naked he hesitantly walked toward the bathroom and opened the door slowly, sometimes pausing.[/ul][/size]

[kemo 'psycho' payne]

Kemo was not completely cruel and she knew within two minutes of the boy touching her that he was most likely a virgin. His inexperienced hands and the constant nervous chuckle was enough to cement the idea in her mind. She was not devoid of compassion and depending on how the rest of the morning went, she might just leave him keep his precious cherry for another day. As she drank her espresso recalling his clumsy hand gently squeezing her breast, it had taken an enormous effort not to laugh out right at him. He seemed a genuinely good kid and finding one who was this innocent and clean of drink and drugs was a rare find in Creighton. She knew she'd hold on to him for a while yet.

Finishing her drink and leaving the tiny cup on the counter she walked slowly back inside, wondering if he had undressed or not. Smiling when she found he had she noted that his form had been deceptively hidden behind his clothing. His body was nicely toned, he was tall and lean more than beefy which was fine by her. She ran a hand across his back knowing he'd probably jump out of his skin on contact.

Walking around she stood in front of him wrapping her arms around his neck so her entire body was pressed against him. She smiled as she felt the instantaneous natural reaction of his member. He was getting hard, so she pressed herself a little closer, her fingers trailing through his hair.
"Charlie, just clarify something for me" tilting her face up she trailed her open mouth down the length of his right cheek, "is there someone special you're saving your cherry for or is it mine as your mistress for the taking?"

She moved herself back from him casting her eyes down to his long hard shaft and lingering for a moment. He would probably die of embarrassment of course but if he was going to work out as her slave then he would have to get used to nudity and a lot of it. Taking hold of his hand she moved to the shower and pulled him inside with her. Lathering up some soap she very slowly glided her foamed hands along his torso.

"In future it will be your job to wash me. When you get here from college, remove socks and shoes at the door" her hands continued to wash him as she spoke, the water trailing down over their bodies, hers barely a hairs breath from his, "the most I want you wearing around here will be your jeans on cooler days maybe a vest. I wear a constricting uniform all day long so when I get home it all comes off, so if I'm naked my slaves will be."

Her hands began to drift lower as she continued to wash him, massaging around his thighs until her fingers were slowly touching his member. Taking a firm hold of it then she began to stroke it back and forth, moving herself closer with each motion.
"I like how hard you get so fast Charlie" she whispered as her mouth moved to his,"would you like to kiss me Charlie? I could order you but I'm giving you the option."
Kemo thought this was rather big of her, completely enjoying how her hand was driving him insane with it's administrations on his erected shaft.

[charles landon myers]

[/b] Chuck was a virgin with plans. He was never the type of kid who just wanted to score with the hottest chicks around. Trophies and bragging rights were never his thing. He wanted to find someone and fall in love before anything happens. ”T-There is a girl at school, I k-kind of really like her,” he told her not realizing why he was telling her about this, ”But, if you really want to, I-I really don’t have much of a choice…” He was scared, getting stiff in the most inappropriate place while she was less than pressed against him. Her soft bosoms silenced his heartbeat by covering his chest with hers.

As she observed him, he stood idly, nerves preventing him from moving a hair’s width. It was rather embarrassing, exposing his naked form to her like this, especially when his shaft was standing up so firmly. It was no surprise when she pulled him with him but still it was nerve-wracking for him, especially when she had actually begun to draw trails of soap along his body. It sounded as though he had gotten bumped from her occasional washer to a full-time one, which scared the hell out of him. Then there was what sounded like a rule that forbade him to be anything but nude under normal circumstances. He couldn’t think of anything other than the thought of begging his parents to take him from this place right now.

Suddenly her hands began to wander around his inner thighs, and it wasn’t long before they found their way to the middle. Responding to the sudden grasp of him within her hands he made an obvious jump. Though he had handled himself occasionally before, he had never had another person touching him there. The erotic feeling was odd but at the same time pleasurable, especially combined with the knowledge of the fact that those hands were not his own. He wanted to chuckle nervously again, but bit down on his lips lightly and prevented himself from it. It was not going to do him any good right now, so he might as save some energy.

”Y-Yes mistress Kemono…” The truth was that he did not want to kiss her, not in the romantic way. Of course, purely eroticism speaking, he would have liked to kiss her. However, because there was a thing as desire for more than flesh that was standing in the way. He didn’t want to upset her. After all, he would not want to see her go “psycho,” or anyone else for that matter. All he could do was comply with a yes and stand idly, trying not to jerk as she continued to work him, and wait for her to do with him as she pleased.
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[kemo 'psycho' payne]

Kemo's hands became more tender, the motions she created now infinitely more exacting and more pleasureable. So her slave fancied a girl. He really was adorable. She didn't release him though, the strokes became slower and longer as she moved closer again to wards him. Her mouth grazed against him, her tongue probing his mouth open. Gently she kissed his lower lip before kissing his upper one. Her tongue darting inside the cavern of his mouth as her lips claimed his fully. Winding one hand slowly up his body to curl into the hair at the nape of his neck, her strong slender fingers bruised at the knuckles from countless fights and work outs with a punching bag began to move at a more rapid pace.

Breaking from the kiss she kept her forehead against his, all the time working on his hard shaft.
"I will let you have your girl then Charlie but I will expect everything else from you and if a month from now she still hasn't had the sense to fuck you senseless then I am claiming my rights as your mistress" her tongue trailed up his face as her fingers tightened on the hair on his head. Pulling hard so his head moved backwards. Her mouth moved down his neck nipping roughly before kissing the same area softly. Downwards she moved until she knelt before him, moving her hand now from the engorged penis, sliding her hands up and down his thighs as she smiled upwards at him. Her breath gently caressing his member. The tip of her tongue darted out and licked the nob, then as if it were nothing more than a delectable lollipop she began to lick the entire shaft, returning again and again to the nub. At last without warning her mouth closed down around it, her hands circling to his ass gripping him tightly as her mouth worked his straining dick.

[charles landon myers]

[/b] He felt her hands climb away from his shaft to his thighs, tracing his pores like a clueless ant running in circles. Sensitive to touch goosebumps suddenly covered him, as if he was allergic to a woman’s touch. He wanted to back away, still, as she lowered herself to face his manhood, her warm breath sailing from her lips to his flesh. The sudden reach with her tongue sent a shock to his chest, tickling at his heart, and his shaft involuntarily pumped, jumping up slightly before settling back down, standing upright as if perpendicular to his body. He could feel pressured as she licked him, almost painful, like trying to get out of an unbreakable net. Staring at the ceiling instead of daring to look down at his mistress as she began to suck him, he proceeded to gulp down every few seconds nervously. Biting down at his lower lip he was starting to worry because at the pace she was going, he was sure that he would not be able to last much longer before having to release himself.
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[kemo 'psycho' payne]

Kemo was fully awake now, thoroughly enjoying herself. Many slaves had come through her door and many more would in the future but they all professed to be greatly skilled beneath the sheets, so finding one who was more than happy to admit otherwise was quite frankly like finding a pearl in a mountain of sand. He was not good looking in the conventional sense yet he was very easy on the eye, if she were a slave and a bit younger she might actually have considered him seriously. She liked that he had very little to say as well, there was nothing worse than a slave who spouted all sorts of nonsense on the first day. Wanting to impress and doing the complete opposite.

Her hands began massaging, kneeding his buttocks as tiny groans escaped her mouth. Deep over his shaft she dipped faster and faster, the throbbing of his member almost vital. She knew what to expect, knew that at any moment he would explode. Kemo's mouth with practiced movements continued to pleasure him until finally she felt the first briney drops of semen and then the gusher erupted. Lapping it all up, she groaned again swallowing his juices. Wiping her mouth before standing up once more she turned her head to the font of water gushing from the spout. Drinking just a little she turned back to him.

"You taste really nice Charlie, really nice" allowing a smile as a hand trailed up his chest she observed him for a moment. Weren't the strong silent types the ones who had to look out for? A grin before stepping out of the shower and towelling herself down she ordered him to follow her. On her bedside locker was a bottle of oil which she tossed to him before laying herself on her stomach down onto the bed. Resting her head on her crossed arms she looked over at him.
"I want you to massage me Charlie, I need serious loosening up"
without another word she closed her eyes and waited for his hands to touch her.

[charles landon myers]

[/b] Part of him could not believe that it was true that girls actually swallowed it all after they performed oral sex on someone. It was like drinking someone else's urine.

Grabbing the bottle of oil he watched her lay down, a bit dumbfounded. She wanted him to massage her, and the thought of touching her intimidated him. There was no way she only wanted a massage, not after what she had just done for him, or rather to him. "As you wish..." Opening the bottle of oil he poured it onto her back, allowing it to stream down and trace its way through her curves. He did not know what he was doing, for aside from massaging his own mother on her shoulders he had no prior experience. A bit hesitantly he placed his hands on her back, rubbing the oil across her entire frame, evening it out so that her back was glowing with the film of oil. That was all he dared to touch. The side of her breasts, part of her waist, and anything below the waistline was left undisturbed, although he was sure that would soon be untrue.
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[kemo 'psycho' payne]

As she lay there attempting to relax she knew it was damn useless, Kemo was fired up hotter than a egg frying on a skillet. She needed release somehow but the boy with her was too damned pure, had no idea where to put his penis let alone a finger. Feeling his inexperienced hands lather oil on her back she sighed and just gave herself up to that for now. The thought of having to train him in today was just too much, it was her one day off but if she didn't train him up then she'd come home and be frustrated for the rest of her evenings.

His hands glided over her shoulders and down across her sides. She could not help smiling to herself, knowing full well he was avoiding areas that he simply didn't want to deal with. The guy would either drive her insane or endear her completely. So far it was the former. Unable to believe she had even given him the choice of making out with the so called girl of his dreams first, she chuckled softly to herself. It was big of her, it was a decent thing to do and she had after all set limitations on her generosity in the matter.

"Stop" she muttered, rolling over onto her back so her beautiful naked frame was in complete view once again, "now you may continue but sit up here will you, it makes it easier. Straddle me" she watched to see how he would react to this, how he would cope with sitting across her. Would he start to get hard again? Her eyes instantly roved there, she sucked in her lower lip. Knowing exactly what he tasted like, having some of him inside her now made her feel even more in control of him.

"I'm waiting Charlie".

[charles landon myers]

Chuck snapped his hands away from her form quickly as a prey would escape from a hunter’s grasp. Ironically he was the one who was grasping, more or less. A sudden feeling of relief came about him as the corner of his lips jumped up weakly and briefly. The wait for her to command him to stop was worth the uncomfortable task she had him perform. She turned her body upside, her lusting body revealed to his view once again. Then, realizing that was simply a momentary false relief, the uncomfortable look returned to his face. ”A-All right…”

The words “straddle me” sounded in his mind over and over, amplifying along with the growth of fear within him. That was not the only growth taking place, and from the look on his mistress’s face it was safe to say she was quite contended. Moving slowly and cautiously he grabbed the bottle of oil and climbed onto her bed and awkwardly positioned himself over her, spreading his legs across her. The boy made sure that his knees were bent at a right angle and that his legs were spaced from her, so that he was not actually touching her. Honestly he thought that the effort was useless, but it was worth a shot.

Kneeling straight above her stomach Chuck poured a bit of oil onto his palms, rubbing them together reluctantly. Looking down, his eyes surveyed her body, eyes trailing from her stomach to her chest and snapped back to her stomach. There was no way he would be able to avoid massaging her breasts this time around. What was worse was that the shaft beneath him hung firmly like a stiff cantilever beam. Taking a breath he placed his hands on her stomach and rubbed it slowly, his body arching forward in a controlled manner so that he would not be poking her with any part of him.

[kemo 'psycho' payne]

His inexperienced hands massaged her taunt stomach, glided around her breasts as if he did not know what to do there until her hands halted his. She could feel his hardened shaft against her and wanted it, wanted him. It was taking all her patience not to simply roll him over and straddle him, fuck him so damned senseless that any girl he was waiting for would be thankful for all the hours of patient training that Kemo would be able to put into him... providing she wasn't so damned frustrated. Her hands guided him around the curves of her breasts, showed his hands and fingers how to rub and caress them. How to tug on the nipples and roll them with his thumb. Her hands didn't move from his as she guided them lower and lower.

She released one hand and touched his shaft, smiling at him as she did so while her other hand pushed his down more so that he had to move. Releasing him a moment Kemo moved herself around, kneeling on the bed and ordering him to do the same. She then moved his hand across her mound and guided his fingers across her clitoris to penetrate her while her other hand reached for his member once again. Closing her eyes as the pleasurable sensations engulfed her, she moaned gently pushing his fingers deeper as her hips began to undulate with the rhythm they evoked. Her own hand kept pace on his hard member and then she was moving her guiding hand from his, allowing him to finger her on his own.

Her hand came up to the back of his neck drawing him closer to her as her lips claimed his again. Parting his lips with her tongue she knew she hadn't felt quite this horny in the longest time.
"Are you sure you want to wait for your girlfriend?" she whispered against his mouth, "because quite frankly Charlie I don't think I can wait a month."

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