Cherish Me 1 (Patreon)

I took a deep breath as I approached her. It had taken me a week to work up the nerve, but I was doing it, right here and now. Approaching the gorgeous dusky skinned girl, I cleared my throat to get her attention. She glanced up at me from her textbook, before immediately looking back down. I blinked and opened my mouth to speak, when she cut me off.

“Not interested.”

“I didn’t say any…”

“Don’t care. Go away.”

“Will you let me…”

“Just fuck off already.”

I stared at the girl, my teeth grinding and eyes narrowed. Guess that’s what I get for thinking the middle eastern girl in a city full of nazis would be any better. Just as self centered and bitchy as every other girl in this campus in this armpit of a city.

Turning away, I stormed off. I needed to blow off some steam. Maybe some of the broads over by the Boardwalk would do. The campus was a short distance, so it wasn’t a long walk. I was making my way over to where the prostitutes hung out, when a hand pressed against my chest.

“Woah there big boy,” the brown haired girl attached to the hand said, an intrigued expression on her face. “What’s the rush?”

“What do you care?” I snapped, but didn’t move as her hand started to move across my chest, feeling my muscles under the shirt.

“You interest me. I’m from outta town and you're the first person I’ve seen since I got here that was worth a second glance. I gotta hotel room few blocks down, wanna join me for a private ‘talk’?”

I quirked an eyebrow, a little surprised and more than a little guarded. Sounded like a scheme for a bunch of guys to try to jump me. It wouldn’t work, but I didn’t want to deal with it anyway.

“If you’re that interested, there’s a hidden alley over there,” I snarked, jerking my head off to the side of the street.

“Hm, kinky,” she quipped, looking over, before her hand left my chest and grabbed my hand.

Oh, this was real? The way she was dragging me to the alley I’d pointed towards suggested that she was serious. The girl didn’t even come up to my shoulders, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. My eyes roamed her form, shoulderless shirt showing off her creamy skin, perky breasts, full hips, too bad the sweater tied around her waist hid her ass. Come to think of it, she looked pretty young… fuck it, who cares?

This being Brockton Bay, my eyes immediately scanned both the alley itself and the people around it as she dragged me in. An amused snort drew my attention to the girl holding my hand, “Don’t worry, this isn’t a trap. I wasn’t lying about being from out of town.”

“Well then, you really should have expected this,” I said, before pulling her back towards me.

She stumbled, but I picked her up by her ass and lifted her up into the air. My lips crashed against hers, and she barely hesitated before her hands came up to my head and her fingers threaded through my hair. I ripped open the front of her pants as her tongue danced across my lips. Meeting it with my own, our tongues danced and dueled for dominance, neither one of us wanting to submit to the other.

I had an advantage in our oral duel. With her pants ripped open, she was left exposed, having been going commando. I thrust into her, making her gasp and her eyes widen. Delving into her mouth with my tongue as my dick pierced her depths, I explored both ends of her as she let out a moan.

Breaking the kiss for some much needed air, I looked into her eyes as she moaned and panted. Her back pressed against the old brickwork, her face flushed, a challenging smirk on her lips, she purred, “Well, someone’s pent up.”

I didn’t respond, my left hand leaving her delightfully firm ass to play with her clit as I pistoned in and out of her, drawing more pleasured moans out of her.

“Fuck you’re good at this,” she cooed as her legs wrapped around my waist, letting me take my right hand and slide it up under her shirt to tease at her nipple through her bra.

“Had a lot,” I said with a grunt, “of practice.”

I didn’t say anything more, instead putting my skill to work on making her cum so hard she’d be seeing stars for a week. Normally I wouldn’t be so considerate, but… this was the first time I was with a woman that wasn’t doing it to get money out of me one way or another. Be it because it was a job or through “dates” designed to get me to pay for shit while they do the absolute bare minimum to string me along. Being fat when I was younger and coming from money didn’t make for very honest dates.

“Oh shit, fuck, I’m cumming, shit, shitshitshitshit, SHIT!!!” she screamed as her tunnel clamped down on my cock. I grunted, the sudden tightness too much for me to resist with how unexpected it was, my seed flooding her pussy.

She gave a soft, satisfied moan, her legs dropping from my waist to dangle above the ground before her hand reached down and scooped up our mixed juices from where they oozed out past my softening dick. Giving me a wink, she popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked our juices off.

“Don’t worry,” she said as she took her fingers out of her mouth, “I’m on the pill. Becoming a mother while traveling wouldn’t be a good idea.”

I sighed in relief, making her giggle, as I lowered her to the ground. Sure, I liked the idea of being a dad in the future, but the emphasis there was in the future. When I wasn’t in college and didn’t have a favor to a certain clandestine organization hanging over my head like a Sword of Damocles.

“So, big boy, you got a name?” she asked as she steadied herself against the wall. “Mine’s Cherie.”

“Trevor Matthews,” I answered, eyebrows rising in surprise as she knelt down.

“So nice to finally have a name to put to this very big boy here,” she purred as her hands wrapped around my half hard dick and started pumping. The way she said that…

“You’ve seen?” I started to ask, only to stop as she got going. She was skilled, but that wasn’t what made me go from half chub to rock hard faster than I had in years. She was genuine. It was plain to see that she wanted to do this, it wasn’t a chore or part of the job for her.

“Yeah, I’ve seen your videos. Got off to them a bunch too. Figured you were washed out when I stopped seeing you a year ago.”

“Contract with my production company ran out, and the sex wasn’t nearly as fun as it looked. So I figured I’d go for a fresh start somewhere else,” I lied.

“Really?”

“It’s a job. With all that implies. It sucked at points, and not in the fun way.”

“So not like this?”

With those words, Cherie took my head into her mouth and suckled on it before sliding down. My head flew back as her tongue caressed and cuddled my length. In a few moments, my head reached the back of her mouth, and to my shock, she kept going. I bit back a groan, while I was surprised we hadn’t been found out already, I didn’t want to risk it any more than we already had.

I couldn’t take it anymore, pulling her off my cock, I grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around, and lifted her up into the air. Spreading her legs, I drove my dick into her from behind before threading my arms up and around her head. Her feet dangled above her head as I took full advantage of my strength to fuck her in a full nelson.

From the noises she made, she greatly enjoyed it. Her slick pussy clamped down on my length, her moans and gasps sent an electric jolt through me that prompted me to drive into her harder and faster. Which in turn made her tighten and gasp and moan louder, which drove me harder, resulting in a feedback loop of us egging the other on.

Our furious, almost frantic pace of fucking came to a sudden stop as a gasp not from either of us caught our attention. Simultaneously, we turned to look at the entrance to the alley, seeing a girl in her early teens, if that, staring at us.

“Fuck, got distracted,” if I wasn’t so close to her, I wouldn’t have heard Cherie mutter under her breath. Louder, so the girl could hear her, “No need to scream or anything. We’re just having some fun. How about… you consider joining us as an apology for ruining the mood?”

For fuck’s sake there was no way that was going to…

“Sorry,” the girl said, making me stare at her in shock. Moments before she walked into the alleyway.

“That’s it,” Cherie cooed, her hand reaching down and rubbing at my exposed length.

I grunted, pulling out of her with the intent to ask what the hell was going on. As my dick came free, the girl reached out and started to stroke me while she knelt down. Still holding Cherie in surprise, I couldn’t hold back as the sheer eroticism of the moment overwhelmed me.

Erupting like a firehose, my dick twitched in the girl’s hand, cum plastering her face and the front of her sundress. Cherie giggled, before I let her down and she pulled a handkerchief from somewhere and helped the girl clean up.

“See, you made my boyfriend really happy. Can we get your number? We’d been considering threesomes to spice things up a bit. Especially with such a sexy thing like you,” Cherie said as she wiped my cum off the girl.

It was at this point that it clicked. I didn’t hear the girl’s reply as my thoughts raced. I’d just fucked a Master. A human Master. I barely noted the girl leaving before my hand grabbed Cherie by the neck and slammed her against the brickwork.

“Did you Master me?” I snarled, her eyes wide and her fingers grabbing at my wrist.

“No, I can't, you're immune!” she gasped out.

“Why should I trust a word you say?”

“Would I… be chok… ing if I c… could… st… sto…” her voice got weaker as her face started to turn blue.

I held still for a moment, before letting her drop to the ground. She coughed and gasped, desperately trying to fill her lungs with needed oxygen again as her hands rubbed at her bruised neck. Looking up at me as she caught her breath, Cherie continued.

“I can sense your emotions, but I can’t do anything to them. Normally it’s like I have a board full of buttons and dials to play with a person’s emotions, but with you there’s nothing. I admit that’s what initially caught my interest, but god damn you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

I simply stared at her, still annoyed with her, and she sighed as she stood up, “Look, I’m sorry for freaking you out. But hey, it was hot, right? Besides, I could tell you enjoyed every second of it. Does it help that I’m twenty?”

I sighed, running my hand through my hair. I couldn’t deny that it was hands down the best sex I’d ever had. Not the technique, while she was easily top three I’d worked in porn for a few years, but it was the sheer enthusiasm and how genuine she was. Assuming she was telling the truth about me being immune to her power and she wasn’t just running a long con, it wasn’t something she’d be able to fake by fucking with my head.

“Hey, hand me your phone, I want to give you my number,” Cherie’s voice broke me out of my thoughts, a hopeful look on her face.

Aw what the hell. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her as she handed hers to me. A minute later, we returned our phones, and I gave her a look when I saw that she’d added two numbers to my contacts: Cherie.

“What? I could tell she was really pleased with the performance and wouldn’t say no to a followup later. All I did was dial up her curiosity a touch,” Cherie tried to defend herself, a look of false innocence. At my continued stare, she deflated and sighed, “Okay, yes, there was some embarrassment, but she was happy as she left, and not because I made her happy. That kind of heavy handed manipulation is key to getting ‘Caged. Plus, even with how annoyed you are I can tell this is certainly the happiest you’ve been in a while.”

While she wasn’t wrong, I didn’t want to out and out admit that aloud. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, she tried a different tact, “Tell you what, tomorrow, how about I go with you to wherever and help you get a more normal girl. No strings attached, you point them out and I’ll get you a night with them.”

A dozen thoughts raced through my head. Of bitches I had approached, only to be treated like I was worse than the dirt under their nails or assuming the worst of me because of my blonde hair. Cheerleaders, athletes, and most recently a particular middle eastern girl just an hour before. More than that, I couldn’t help but think of a few of my college professors, especially Mrs. Hebert. Images of them on their knees and backs under me, worshiping me. Despite having cum twice in half an hour, if that, my dick twitched.

Letting out a sigh, I ran a hand through my hair as I said, “Alright. There’s one girl in particular, her name’s Sabah.”

“Ooh, an exotic beauty? Kinky. If I might ask a favor,” Cherie trailed off, a note of embarrassment.

“No promises, but what?”

“I don’t want to walk back to my hotel with my pussy on full display. Carry me, my Prince Charming?”

I chuckled and shook my head in amusement. I was no gallant prince, but I picked her up in a princess carry anyway.