My Name is Mud

This chapter is nothing like the previous one. It's also a lot longer. Enjoy
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Wrapping herself in a terry cotton towel, aurburn hair shining as droplets still clung to it, she ran into Jeff coming up the stairs.

“Finished?” He asked dumbly. A bulge becoming visible to a looking eye.

Bowing her head slightly, letting her hair fall in front of her, a provocative shield she answered docilely, “Yes J—Master Jeff.”

He flushed red, “When we’re not in front of anyone, just call me Jeff.”

Whether or not this was true, she couldn’t. Almost apologetically she told him as much. He didn’t act surprised or hurt. Just more uncomfortable. His hands trailed in the air, almost pleading with her, before dropping down. After an awkward silence he asked, “Are you okay?”

With a sweet smile, “Just a little sore. Thank you for your concern, Master Jeff.”

“Would you like a massage?” His voice cracked, going octaves higher. She didn’t laugh, and truly grateful, accepted.

The bedroom she was brought to was unfamiliar, but she assumed it was where he was staying. He told her to lie facedown on the bed, and that he would be back soon with some massage oils. Leaving before she could respond or move, she decided to towel dry her hair first. She figured he would appreciate not having dripping hair on his bed. When she heard footsteps coming up the stairs she let the towel drop where she had been standing and lay down on the bed, resting her head on arms crossed below.

“Your arms need to be by your side.” Jeff said coming back into the room. She obeyed and turned her head to face him, but within moments she felt him straddling her back. Hearing the click of a bottle snapping open, she soon after felt cool oil being poured on her back. Eucalyptus wafted in the air around her.

Never receiving any sort of massage before, she closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy this for as long as possible. This was probably a poor set up for sex. She was about to wonder at the ridiculousness of the pretense when she told her rational side to shut the fuck up and just relax.

Having played classical piano, Jeff’s fingers were sure and nimble, making up for the relative shortness of his fingers. Starting by just rubbing the oil into all of her back, neck and arms, he did his best not to linger over scars. At the base of her spine was where much of the oil had slid and pooled. Spreading his hands wide he guided the oil over her body. Feeling her body slacken, Jeff smiled to himself. Sunlight streaming in from the window caused her body to glisten and glow. Since she had just come from a warm shower her pores were open and sucked in as much oil as possible, moisturizing the skin.

With the heel of his palms he rubbed her back in circles. Easing knots out of the muscle. Hands sliding up her spine, Jeff gradually applied more pressure to her back. Breathy moans of pleasure escaped her slightly parted lips.

When he reached her shoulder blades, while he didn’t trace the letters, he whispered them to himself, but she heard him quite audibly. The room was empty, silent save for their breathing, which was becoming less deep by the minute. She decided not to reply, she didn’t have to.

Grasping her shoulders, with heel and thumb on her back, palm and finger curled over to the front, reaching her collarbone Jeff used his thumbs he worked the tension out of her slowly. Up her spine, and now trying to diffuse it to her arms. She groaned, his pressure hurt, but at the same time her back needed it to release the tension her muscles were holding onto. He grasped first one then the other arm in both hands, and let the heels of his palms squeeze together down her arms to her hands. He did this second time, but stopping to knead her biceps, but just to explore her body more fully. From neck to toe he was going to get oil onto every crevice of her.

He shifted and turned, but could no longer rest weight on her. He knelt with legs on either side of her as his attention turned to her ass and legs. Angry red and white welts met his touch. Her lower body was too weakened to be tense, they just needed to be treated with oil. Her groans became more painfilled as he worked the oil into her welts on her ass. Enjoying the feel of her skin, Jeff was being more forceful than necessary, but he liked making her moan and groan. Her voice was slightly lower pitched than most girls, but he found it sexier. Marking her as different from the vapid girls at school.

Murmuring a half fake apology, as she closed her eyes, Jeff spread her cheeks to apply oil to her sphincter. She did her best to remain relaxed. He worked as quickly as he could to get to her legs. He was also slightly ashamed of being so hard. He was grateful that she could neither feel nor see his erection. While still being sexy, her body type was on the large size. With wide hips, she wore size 8 pants. He sloppily applied oil to her legs. Sturdy thighs, firm with muscle, and imperfect calves that to some were sexy, but Jeff was not a legs man.

Moving away from her he told her to turn on her back. Once again straddling her, he tried not to be embarrassed of his erection that she could now feel through his shorts. Bending over her, Jeff kissed her face and breasts almost chastely. Pressing his lips against her skin lightly, as if she would break. She tried not to laugh, and let a hand lazily play in his brown hair. She felt his erection, but did not want to do anything to encourage him to fuck her. So far everything he had done had almost put her back to sleep. But he began licking her stomach and kissing it, forcing true moans from her.

But without regret he stopped and poured oil into his palms. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil more, and slid down her body, shifting so that he was straddling her left leg. He bent forward placed another chaste little kiss on her clitoris. Then spread her gently to oil her dry skin. Heat was emanating from her, but it wasn’t from pleasure. She was bruised from earlier. When Mike had inserted the pool cue he couldn’t look away, even though he was repulsed by it. Kevin had stayed when James started to fuck her and Mike continued to hit her, but he had left, almost vomiting.

His hand moved back to her stomach, then to her breasts. Her nipples were raw, and he tried applying oil without nudging them much, but even the slightest pressure and she whimpered.

When he finished he got off the bed and wiped his hands on the dropped towel. He was heading out to the bathroom when her question caught him, “Don’t you want me t-” but she was cut off by his solid no.

He told her she could stay in his room for as long as she wanted.

When she was again by herself Katya wondered. It certainly seemed like these boys were in way above their heads. She sighed, especially for a first master she would have preferred, and been better off with someone who was much more consistent in his attitudes. But James seemed to continually shift, ever becoming the embarrassed, ashamed little boy. With a resigned grunt she got off the bed and went to James’ room. A black silk nightie with garter belt and stockings was put out for her, everything slipped on her fluidly, the nightie silently rustling with each step. Once attired she went downstairs.

Upon seeing her James purred, “My sweet little whore.” She went to him even quicker than she intended and dropping gracefully to the floor, kissed his palm. Eyes glistening in idealized mystification, he smiled at her, a five year old with a giant multicolored sucker. Almost dreamily James told her to sit on his lap, she slid onto his leg easily. His legs were stretched wide comfortable, so her legs were between his, she leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder. With fingers laced on his opposite shoulder her arms draped across him, elbows bent in softened turns.

The boys were still just talking, hanging out, watching tv. While one hand was protectively around her waist, James’ other hand was idly trailing over her thighs. Katya was comfortable where she was, and her not needing to talk.

She wasn’t tired, but she was only felt half awake. Dreamily she nuzzled his neck, kissing him here, and there, nibbling on his ear. Tugging the shirt to expose more skin on his shoulder, or just below the collarbone to leave more kisses, some red and leaving hickeys. Half moans sounded in his throat, she felt the vibrations of his vocal chords, but not much sound actually escaped his lips. His only response was to hold her a little closer to him.

After a few hours they moved downstairs to the basement. Kevin went behind the green marble bar and started making drinks. Jeff was also behind the bar, fiddling with the Bose system and turned on Metallica. Mike was racking up the billiards table as James took the cues off the wall. “Do you play?” James asked casually.

Katya had to focus her attention away from the 8 and cue balls, where she had sat on the billiards table earlier, and thought about the question and laughed as if it were a joke. “Oh, I know how to play.” And giving the dart board a quick glance added almost with a dare, “Darts too.”

James gave her a look, green eyes sparkling in mischief. “Well, if you’re so damn confident then we’re going to have a bit of fun. You’re gonna play Mike, then me.”

Quirking an eyebrow, “What about Masters Jeff and Kevin?”

Winking at her Mike informed her that, “They don’t play, tremendously awful, but they’re rather good at darts. You’ll get to play them at darts.”

“And what am I to win, for this bit of fun?” she bantered back with a flirty smile.

“Should you win, against all four of us, well then I suppose we are yours for the night.” Jeff answered from the back, he and Kevin were picking up the drinks and returning.

Purring, she remarked, “Sounds like fun. I’ll see if you boys can really wear me out.”

James rolled his eyes.

Kevin had reached her side by now and handed her a drink, she was suspicious of it, especially after agreeing with this crazy scheme. It was loaded against her, but she hadn’t lost a game of either darts or billiards that she didn’t want to lose. Rolling his eyes at her Kevin took the drink from her and took a sip before returning it to her. “Please,” he started, “If we cheat to win, that would just be sad, wouldn’t it? And I made that myself, don’t insult me sweatheart.”

She leaned in and gave him a kiss, “I’m sorry.” She said in a breathy impersonation of Marilyn Monroe. She took a sip, rum and coke, her favorite drink.

Handing her a cue Mike told her she had the choice of breaking or not. Taking a cursory glance at the balls, while chalking the tip, Katya knew they were racked by the rules. Confident, she placed the cue ball. Resounding cracks filled the air, almost overtaking Metallica’s Enter Sandman. The balls were spread over the entire table. The red three fell into a corner pocket. Paying too much attention to the table she didn’t hear Mike compliment her. After circling the table a few times she aimed for 1, the cue ball barely moved from where it was when making contact. The 1 sank neatly in the side pocket. Dull thunks were starting to register in her head, from the dartboard, she only noticed because they disturbed the beat of the song. Not having a clear next shot, she aimed to nick one of her balls before placing the cue ball in a bad place for Mike. Mike muttered under his breath seeing where the cue ball stopped. She smiled up at him sweetly, but didn’t say anything. A gaze of curious contemplation came from James, and she returned with a smile.

She could have shown off, playing left handed, taking behind the back shots, banking more, but that wasn’t her style. When she played to win, she played the opposite of her sex life, fast and precise.

Mike didn’t sink anything. Katya sunk 6 but missed 4.

James wasn’t watching the game so much as he was studying Katya’s face. She looked completely different from how she had looked ever. Standing straighter, there was a serious look on her face, though she was smiling. A rosy glow on her face, and for the first time, not from being aroused. It suddenly dawned on him, that she was actually having fun. When she bent down to take her shot, he couldn’t help but let his eyes go down her back, and settle on her ass. It was red and welted from earlier still. James almost wondered what it felt like, his skin tingling. He didn’t see Mike sink the 11 and 13, missing 10. Though stretched in careful stance her legs were relaxed, the stockings were showing off her smooth relaxed muscles even more than her bare skin. It was her arms that were elongated and defined. The 5 and 2 almost teleported to the pockets, she scratched the cue ball on her next shot.

Mike didn’t let it get to him that she only had two balls left, while he had only gotten in 2 balls. How old is she anyway he thought as the 15 ball fell into the side pocket. He took the 12 off the table too. Mike eyed her skeptically when she didn’t hit anything in. She shot him a look back, “What I can’t mess up every once and awhile?” He hid his smirk behind the drink.

Katya knew he didn’t buy it, if she was anyone she had ever played she wouldn’t believe it either. She first played billiards when she was 8, she wasn’t even big enough to see over the billiards table, she stood on a chair to make her shots. When other students were micro-waving burgers and risking fingers by deepfryers she was hustling people.

The 7 disappeared from the green, but the 4 didn’t. The yellow 9 fell into the corner pocket with loud clacking sounds. The 10 followed soon after. As did the 14. But he completely missed the 8. Katya smirked and finished the game in a few seconds.

Passing his cue to James, Mike gave her a bow, “My hats off to you, M’Lady. Even if you don’t best anyone else, I am your man.”

Her hand trailed down his chest and stomach, resting against his crotch, she rubbed him to get him hard. She whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, you won’t be alone.” She nuzzled his neck and gave him a deep kiss. He groaned in his throat, unconsciously grinding against her. She pulled away, scolding him good naturadly. “Sorry M’Lady.” He answered her gruffly.

James set to racking the balls, trying to get control of his erection. He knew he was unduly jealous over her, but at the same time he enjoyed watching her with his friends. “Who’s breaking?” He asked when finished, wanting to start his game.

Shrugging she stood and took the cue ball. Before taking her shot, she looked over her shoulder at Mike, “Go sit down, why don’t you have another drink?” Mike was jus enjoying the sight of her ass and face at the same time. Almost without looking she produced another perfect break, sinking in the 15. But missing all other balls while hitting all four sides of the mahogany table on her second shot. She sat down in Mikes lap, obviously grinding her ass against him. With a pleasurable moan he held her hips tighter against him. She playfully scolded him, smacking his thighs, calling him naughty. He growled an apology in her ear.

It took James a few minutes to realize it was his turn. He had to block them out of his head to concentrate. After the 1 bounced off a cushion it rolled to the edge of the corner pocket, hesitating before falling over the edge a few seconds later. James followed the shot with the 7 falling into the adjacent side pocket. But James turn had ended.

As Katya got off his lap, Mike took a deep drink from his glass. Face glistening with sweat.

Taking a look at his friend, James wondered how it was that she had him completely at her will. He hoped he would win, just so he could enjoy watching his little slut order about the towering figure of Mike. But at the same time, he wondered how easy it would be to let himself surrender to her.

Katya meanwhile sunk the 14, followed by the 13. Letting the cue ball ricochet around the table before letting it hit the target to sink it. But the 12 eluded her. Drinking deeply from her glass, she nestled back into Mike’s lap, she fit against him perfectly. Katya let his hands grope her, pulling her nightie down, exposing her breasts. She heard the rough beat of Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer.” She thought she had seen Jeff back at the bar, fiddling with the Bose. But Kevin she had lost sight of.

After taking the easy shot and sinking the 5, he legally jumped the cue all over the 10 to hit the 4 into the side pocket. His perfect jump caught Katya’s eye, taking her away from Mike’s mouth latched on her neck, hands just covering her breasts. “Nice shot.” She said, raising her glass to him and taking a deep drink. James flushed, he didn’t know why her compliment made him feel good, he knew he was a pretty good player. Her compliment made him miss the next shot. Katya stood, and before she sat back down to tantalize Mike had sunk the 12, 10 and 9. James made a nice game of it, keeping up and with a behind the back shot taking out the 2, then with an easy flick of the wrist sent the 6 down the pocket. Katya sabotaged his hitting the three by stroking her pool cue while letting Mike finger her pussy. “Oh, isn’t that too bad.” She said standing up.

“I’m sure you think so.” He muttered while pushing her against the wall, grinding his hips against her.

“Isn’t this cheating? Jeff and Kevin are still wai— ” He plunged his tongue down her throat while trapping her between the wall and himself. He liked the feel of her breasts crushed against him, he felt her heartbeat racing, her pussy getting wetter. He tugged the nightie down to her hips. “Let them wait.” He growled, hands squeezing her ass, in her ear saying, “For right now you’re my little slut and I’m going to make you writhe against me.”

His tongue trailed over and down her chin, licking her skin, salty with sweat. Sucking hard on each nipple he then shoved her away. “Take your shot, my lovely little whore.”

With feline grace of I-meant-to-do-that she caught herself mid stumble and pulled up her nightie. Finishing the game with another two quick shots. Laying the pool cue on the table she perched on the side of it, “James, why don’t you use that delicious tongue of yours for something other than mouthing off.” It was a command, not a request.

“I’d love to.” He answered striding over to her.

The stockings were drawn high over her knee, so as she wrapped her legs around James’ head the silk tickled his neck. She drew his arms around her, to close the gap even more. With ankles crossed behind his head, she effectively trapped him against her.

James was freaking out. His heart was racing, making him dizzy. He was glad she had put his arms around her, or probably would have fallen over from being light headed.

He had never gone down on a girl, and now at least one of his friends was watching him. As far as he knew, neither of them had done this either. At least right now he hoped they hadn’t. He went to a catholic school, he didn’t even know the different parts of her. And well, the girls who were willing to teach, weren’t interested in him.

Katya felt how hot his skin was, she felt his heartbeat in his neck, his heavy asthmatic breeathin on her, but she had to admit at least the heavy breath felt good on her exposed and spread pussy. She ran her hand through his hair, trying to be comforting. She wasn’t going to say anything, not acknowledge anything, he just needed to get himself together.

Mike looked at the sight of Katya, open and waiting. He wanted to shove James’ face into her. Or tear him away from her and do it himself. His erection was raging, and he wanted something to happen.

Taking a few deep breaths, James calmed down and leaned forward into her. She smelled earthy, a little sour, but also sweet. He clumsily licked the length of her pussy as if she were an ice cream cone. She gave little moans of pleasure. And even if she was faking, it made him feel better.

He darted his tongue in and out of her, but it didn’t seem to do much. She had been wet and he was mostly licking up her juices. He wasn’t a fan of the texture, like raw egg, but vowed to get over it. He moved his mouth upward, trying to see if things would go better. With his tongue he rubbed the hardened nub of skin there. A real moan, from deep in her throat sounded in his ears, and as if triggering primal instinct kicked James knew what he ought to do. With his lips he created a seal on her clit and began licking and sucking on her furiously with the tip of his tongue.

She was taken by surprise and gripped her hands in his hair. After he had frozen, and then sloppy ministrations she didn’t expect his sudden actions. Only because her body was still starved for an orgasm did she come so easily. But he would get better with practice anyway.

James eyes widened when he felt her pelvis bucking against his face uncontrollably. He coughed and sputtered as her juices started to flood his mouth. Despite his best efforts to keep up with the sour but sweet liquid, it was too much, dripping down her reddened thighs and his chin. Her body tensed before completely relaxing. With a heaving chest heaving Katya lay back on the felt. She didn’t really see the lights above her, it was all a bright haze. She still felt James’ rough tongue on her, trying to lap up the rest of her juices. “Mmm.” She purred in her throat with her eyes closed.

For a few minutes after James had stopped she stayed where she was. With a contented sigh she sat up, then stretched her back and arms before standing up. Still kneeling on the floor James looked up at her, dazed, still not sure exactly what he had just done. Putting a finger under his chin she told him to stand. Unsteady after kneeling in an uncomfortable position for so long James stood carefully on wobbly knees.

Trailing fingernails across his sweaty chest she said, “That was good, I’ll make you better though.” She paused before leaning in for a deep kiss, tasting her own musk in his mouth. James landed awkwardly on his back onto the couch when Katya shoved him away after the kiss. Over her shoulder she looked at Kevin and Jeff.