Serving a Beautiful Young Domme - Part 9

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Milo finds himself caught between two women, albeit in the best way possible. Kara genuinely likes him and wants to find her dominant side so she can give him what he craves in that arena. Chloe isn't interested in a relationship with Milo, but she gives him the kind of intense domination and humiliation that he craves, that Kara probably can't give him. He'll have to choose at some point, but for now he can enjoy two sides of the same coin.

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It took about an hour, but I told Kara absolutely everything about my relationship with Chloe. She listened, asked questions, and showed remarkably little judgment, even when I shared that I'd gone to Russ's hotel and let him fuck me up the ass because it's what both he and Chloe wanted.

When I'd gotten her up to speed - right up to the point where Kara saw me blowing Russ in the woods - we sat in silence for what felt like ages, though I'll bet it was no more than a handful of seconds.

Then, Kara took my hand and squeezed it. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek in a manner I found remarkably comforting.

"I underestimated you, Milo," she said.

"Really?"

Kara ran her fingers over my forearm. "Yeah. You're cute and talented, but I'll admit that I didn't think you were anywhere near as driven as you are. Now maybe you don't think of yourself as driven, but you've worked incredibly hard to make Chloe happy, to serve her, I suppose, and there are few men in the world that would put in that much effort to make a woman happy."

I couldn't disagree with the notion that I'd gone further than most men would have in the name of pleasing Chloe. Even most submissive men likely wouldn't have gone so far to please their domme.

"Obviously I figured that Chloe was the one pushing this project, that she was sucking Russ's cock or letting him fuck her, but it turns out that she was using you to do all of that. It wouldn't have worked, though, if you weren't willing to go to lengths that most men would find insane or impossible."

Her hand moved to my leg and inched towards my crotch.

"Most people don't realize what it takes to succeed in this business, though. They think you just have to show up, look hot, and deliver a really good audition. Sometimes it works like that, but if you're going to climb all the way to the top, you need to be willing to go to greater lengths than anyone else. That doesn't always mean sucking dick or getting fucked, but it sure seems like it's the easiest way to persuade men in power to help you."

Kara caressed my cock through my shorts and kissed my neck as she moaned softly. My body tingled with pleasure as she lured me into a state of relaxed arousal.

"The thing is, I don't think Chloe appreciates what she has in you, Milo," Kara said as her fingers tugged on my zipper. "Yes, she dominates you the way you need to be dominated, but she denies you the thing that all men crave."

She eased my cock from my shorts and stroked me. I felt the teeth of the zipper gently biting at my shaft as Kara brought me to an erect state with ease. I turned my head and our lips met for a slow, deep kiss that involved quite a bit of tongue.

"You want to fuck her, right?" Kara asked.

"I do."

"Of course you do. You're a man. A submissive man. Something of a beta male, if we're being honest, which is why you're likely not going to end up with a woman that wants your cock inside her all the time, but still, you're a man and a man wants pussy."

My hand moved between her legs. I unbuttoned her denim shorts. I pushed my fingers into her panties and found her pussy. She made no move to stop me, but our gazes met right as my fingers pushed inside her.

"You're so wet," I said.

"I know. Can you imagine how good it would feel to fuck me? To push me on my back, to yank my shorts off, to slide your cock into me and pound me until you'd flooded my tight little cunt with your cum?"

I moaned.

"Maybe I could ride you, Milo? Maybe I could straddle you, take your cock inside me, and ride you slowly until you were trembling from the pleasure of feeling my tight pussy around your stiffness? Would you like that?"

"Yes."

"Chloe's never going to give you her pussy, is she?"

I shook my head.

Kara leaned back and studied me for a few seconds. "There's a part of you that likes that, isn't there? That likes that she looks at you as someone that's not worthy of her cunt, like it's some sort of gold-plated pleasure palace."

"Yes," I admitted. "Denial is hot. That's probably kind of fucked up, but denial is hot."

"But you like to cum, right?"

"I do."

She smiled. "How interesting. You like to cum, but you also like to be denied the pleasure of cumming."

"I'm weird."

She shook her head. "No you're not. Different, I suppose, but weird is relative. Some would say it was weird that you were willing to eat my boyfriend's cum from my pussy, but that turned me the fuck on, so I clearly didn't find it weird. I just wanted to keep making you do it and keep having orgasms while you did it."

I kissed her. I couldn't help myself. I wanted to feel her lips. I wanted to feel her tongue in my mouth. I ran a hand under her shirt and felt up her tits while we kissed, too, and Kara moaned into my mouth.

"Stop," she said.

I pulled my hand from her shirt and rested it on my knee. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize. I was just seeing if you'd follow my instructions."

"I will. I always will."

"How interesting."

Kara stood and locked the door. She leaned against it and stripped, leaving her clothes in a pile. She walked towards me and stopped in the middle of the cabin. I stared at her naked body, which was truly breathtaking.

"What if I told you that I want to be the one issuing the orders? What if I told you that I want to replace Chloe in your life? How would that make you feel, Milo?"

I was thoroughly aroused at that point, which clouded my thinking. I was clearheaded enough, though, to consider that Chloe was an incredible domme, in part because she didn't see me as anything more than a willing servant. As far as I could tell, Kara actually liked me, which seemed like it might make her less than ideal as a domme.

"I'm not sure," I answered.

She sauntered towards me, undaunted by my wishy-washy answer. She straddled me, sitting across my thighs with my stiff cock resting in her close-cropped pubic hair.

"Why not?" Kara asked.

"I can't describe the pleasure I feel when I'm in a true state of submission. It's too all-encompassing. It's not possible to put words to those feelings. I crave it all the time, though. The thing is, I never knew I wanted it until I met Chloe."

It was odd to say those things with a naked woman sitting in my lap, and yet the words spilled forth.

"And you're worried that I won't be able to give you what she gives you?" Kara asked.

I nodded, as that was the most succinct way of summarizing my concerns.

"I suppose it's possible. I'd like to think that I could learn how to dominate you the way she does, that I could actually evolve to give you a better version of what she gives you because I'll let you fuck me every now and then."

Then she took me inside her. She bathed my cock in her wetness. She raised and lowered her hips at an achingly slow pace and she had to be trying to tease me by doing so. It was working, too, as I was engulfed in pleasure.

"That feels so good."

"You're a man, Milo. A submissive man, but you're still a man, and every man wants to put his cock inside a tight, warm, wet hole."

I looked up at her. She took my head in her hands. Her lips neared mine and a moment later we were embroiled in a long, slow, deep kiss as she ceased riding me and simply let my cock rest inside her pussy. My hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass, though I refrained from trying to make her ride me, instead reveling in the pleasure of groping her backside like that.

"I like you, Milo. I want to be your girlfriend," Kara said. "I also want to be your domme. I want to be the one that you work hard for, the one whose career you advance with screenwriting and maybe some cocksucking on the side. I want to be the one that you serve, that you work so hard for. I understand, though, that I haven't earned that right yet, that your relationship with Chloe developed slowly and that she earned your trust, in a way, by dominating you in a manner that made you feel things you've never felt before."

"That's true."

She smiled and kissed me softly. "I'm going to earn your trust, Milo. I'm going to make you my submissive boyfriend. I'm going to make you feel things that Chloe can't make you feel, because I'm going to let you earn the right to fuck me."

Kara kissed me again, but this time she started to ride me. She picked up the pace quickly. She bounced on my cock and moaned. The sounds of sex filled the cabin and I felt my orgasm fast approaching.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Cum inside me, Milo, and then you can clean up your mess and give me an orgasm."

I came inside her soon after. It was a great fucking orgasm, too. My body shook from the pleasure of it, which is exactly what you want out of a climax. I trembled as Kara wrapped her arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I held her close and enjoyed every second of my orgasm, including the post-climax aftershocks that ripped through my body.

When I'd finished, I set her on my bed, moved between her legs, and cleaned her pussy of every drop of my cum, giving her two orgasms in the process.

She got dressed and left the cabin soon after, kissing me on the cheek and promising that she would earn the right to be domme, to take me away from Chloe, to have me in her service as both her boyfriend and submissive.

I went to sleep thinking of both of the beautiful young women I'd found myself tangled up with and I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

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The next morning, Chloe showed up at my cabin. My roommates had the good sense to dress quickly and head out for breakfast as the star of our movie stepped into the cabin and waited silently as they rushed out.

"Good morning, Milo," she said once we were alone.

"Good morning."

Chloe crossed her arms and stared at me and I wondered if she'd somehow discovered Kara's intentions and had showed up to assert her ownership over me.

Instead, Chloe smiled and sat next to me in my bed. "I just had a meeting with Russ."

"Yeah? What about?"

"He's talking sequel. He thinks the dailies are great and so do the financiers. They want to get a sequel written before this one comes out so we can go right into production if it's successful."

"Holy shit. Really?"

Chloe nodded and squeezed my hand for a moment. "It's exciting, isn't it?"

"It really is. I mean, this is incredible. Do I...actually, do I get to write the sequel?"

"You do. Russ wants you working on ideas. My character has to be in the sequel, obviously, but he's open as far as just about everything else goes. I mean, this one's an homage to summer camp slashers, but you could do something else for the sequel. Bring it to a suburban neighborhood..."

"Or a mental hospital," I chimed in.

"Yes, exactly. Come up with some ideas. You've got a meeting with Russ tomorrow morning where you'll be pitching him. He'll greenlight an idea and then you can get started on writing the sequel in between your tasks on set...and tending to my personal needs, of course."

"Of course. Of course."

My pulse quickened in a way it always did when Chloe was even a little bit dominant. There was just something about her, like she had this hold over me that I couldn't escape, like my body and brain were hooked on serving her.

"Oh, and you should expect to satisfy Russ at that meeting. A blowjob. An ass fucking. Maybe both. You'll do that, right?"

"Of course. I'll satisfy Russ in whatever way he wants."

It's such an odd thing to find excitement in the idea of satisfying a man for Chloe's benefit. I don't like cock. I don't like getting fucked. I don't like taking a load from a stiff dick. I do, however, like doing those things for the benefit of a dominant woman. It's never boring to be in active submission to a domme, I'll tell you that.

"I heard you had a visit from your girlfriend last night," Chloe said softly.

"I did. We had sex."

"She gave you her pussy?"

I nodded.

Chloe reached between my legs and squeezed my cock just hard enough for it to hurt a bit. "And did you enjoy fucking that cute little redhead?"

"Very much so, yes. She had me clean her afterwards."

"I'll bet you enjoyed that, didn't you, you nasty little cum slut?"

She stroked my cock and I was hard in no time.

"Yes, I enjoyed cleaning her. I like...I like eating cum out of her pussy."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short, Milo. You like eating cum whenever and however you can get it. You like eating it straight from a dick. You like eating it from a condom. You might tell yourself that you do it because I told you to, but I think we both know that you're a fucking cum dumpster, a cum whore, a jizz craving slut."

I closed my eyes and nodded. It was hard to argue with the evidence she'd presented.

"All I did was bring that part of you to the surface, Milo. I woke up your inner whore. I woke up the part of you that wants to serve no matter the gender of the person you're serving. I'll bet that if I left you to your own devices that you'd eventually find yourself on your knees in front of a man, his fat cock in your mouth, his hand on the back of your head, his groans filling the air as he prepared to shoot his thick load down your cocksucking throat. I think we both know that serving is what turns you on, Milo, that you yearn to be of use to men and women, that you yearn to be of use to a dominant person that knows how to take advantage of your eagerness to serve without question and without concern for your pleasure."

I had no way of knowing if she was right - if I'd end up serving a man just because service is what turns me on - but she was right about my desires to serve, about the fact that offering service without a need for sexual release was actually part of the pleasure for me.

"Dominating you turns me on, Milo," Chloe whispered as her lips hovered by my neck. "It makes my pussy tingle. It makes me want to cum."

"Can I make you cum?"

"No, but you can tongue fuck my ass while I masturbate."

I moaned. It was such a degrading offer, and yet I was turned on by it.

Chloe didn't wait for an answer because she didn't need to. She stood, stripped, and laid in my bed. She pulled her legs back to expose her asshole and masturbated while I pushed my tongue inside her.

"Eat my shithole, Milo," she hissed. "Eat my tight little ass like a good sub. Why don't you think about getting bent over and fucked up the ass by Russ after you've pitched a good sequel idea? Think about him taking your ass for his pleasure while you groan in pain. Think about him burying his fat dick inside you, loading the condom with cum, and then dumping it down your whore throat just because he can."

My dick throbbed as I tongue fucked her ass and let the imagery she'd suggested play out in my head. It was almost certainly what would happen when I met with Russ, too, because he knew that he could do as he pleased with me. I'm a good submissive, after all, and I do as Chloe desires and Chloe wants me to please Russ.

Chloe left after cumming and I let my erection die down, grabbed my bathroom bag, and headed for the showers while I contemplated what kind of future I wanted.

Was it the all-encompassing submission to Chloe that would satisfy me the most, or did I want to pursue a real relationship with Kara as she explored if she could actually dominate me the way I craved. At some point I'd have to choose, but in that moment I had no idea what I wanted, which left me hoping for a divine intervention of sorts that would make it obvious which option was the right one for me.