Chapter 17

I took most of Natasha’s demands to heart; Monika and I had been in constant communication over September, and she moved to a student hall of residence in the centre of the city at the end of the month. I intended to leave her alone to enjoy Freshers Week, but she messaged me and asked that I visit her on the Friday.

That day, I drove into London. After I finished work, I changed out of my smart clothes and into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts I had brought with me. I took a large cardboard box from the boot of my car to her residence, around a mile away from my office.

Monika welcomed me into her flat, that she shared with several other students. The communal kitchen was agog with activity and I felt a little out of place, as everyone was twelve years younger than me. The teenage dominant introduced me as her “friend who is dating a rock star” and I saw a few smirks on the faces of the teenagers.

“Oh, the one who is the cousin of your bestie?” A black-haired guy in an open dressing gown asked, and she nodded. There was an Irish twang to his voice as his eyes met my gaze and I caught sight of his impressive prick through the gap in the towelling fabric.

“Yeah, c’mon, this is the kitchen and let me show you my room.” Monika’s bedroom was compact. A desk and wardrobe on her right wall, a single bed on the other and one of the smallest en-suites I had ever seen, which was more of a wet room with a sink and toilet. She sat on the bed as I put the clunking box beside her.

“This is ... cosy.”

“It’s tiny,” she replied. “And it’s two-fifty a week.” My eyes bulged, but she shrugged. “I know. But UCL does an awesome psychology degree, and that’s what I want to do. Is this for me?”

“Of course, and I’d like to take you to dinner, too. My treat.”

“Oh, John. You better not be planning to be my Sugar Daddy in London,” Monika warned me. “Natasha would never allow it!”

She giggled at my shocked expression and opened the box. Two large bottles of vodka. Her lips curled into a smile. “Thanks. What’s this?” She took out a laptop and looked at me.

“It’s my old notebook. You said on the chat that your computer is ancient and didn’t hold its charge. Well, I buy myself an updated model every year so I’ve wiped this one and ... thought you could use it.”

“That’s way too generous of you,” she muttered and took out the charging cable and peripherals. Then a new strap-on harness, four dildos, a butt plug set, douching kits, a giant box of condoms, sex toy disinfectant and three bottles of lubricant. “And this is for me to enjoy myself?”

“Yeah, I figured you’d need it. You said you loved fucking me with the strap-on. Maybe there are other men you can wrap around your little finger.” She put her hand on my knee and kissed me on the lips.

“Thank you. As I will be nearby, I want us to agree to only see each other once a week. Otherwise, I’m worried it’ll complicate things with you and Natasha.” I nodded.

“Sure.” I had considered a similar arrangement myself. “And you’d be doing what students do. Living the student’s life. Not satisfying the perverted fantasies of someone old enough to be your uncle.” She chuckled. “But I want to take you out for a meal. I’ve not seen you for a couple of months. I want to catch up with you.”

We went to a nearby tavern for “pub grub.” Monika oozed sex appeal and got several glances as she ate her dinner over a bottle of wine. I asked about her Freshers Week experience and she gave an exuberant response. The young lady from Windermere genuinely loved her first few days in the city, despite the exorbitant cost, and I adored her company.

I walked her back to her flat, and at the bottom of the stairs, she put her hand around my waist and kissed me on the cheek. The coquettish teen whispered in my ear. “Do you want to come upstairs and try out the new strap-on?”

“If you want me to,” I replied, a little coyly. “You know I always love you doing that sort of thing! But I didn’t buy it so I have a sexy dominant within walking distance of my office. Only if you wanted to.”

She chuckled and as I climbed the stairs, and she smacked my backside. “You know I love doing that sort of thing.”

Monika unlocked her bedroom door, walked to the bed, and threw the douching kit to me. “Get naked and douched?” I asked, and she hummed affirmatively as she looked at the sex toys in the box. We talked as I sat on her toilet and prepared my arse for her invading dong.

“Did I tell you I have a date on Sunday?”

“No! That’s cool.”

“Yeah, we played drinking games and then Truth or Dare with some lads in Jackson House on Tuesday and it got dirty. I said I had pegged and peed on and dominated a guy and then, the following day, one of the guys sent me a text asking for a date because he thought we sounded compatible.”

“That’s cool,” I muttered, feeling a little envious that someone else might experience Monika like I did. I rinsed my butt with the warm water using the douching kit until the liquid ran clear and I put my clothes on top of her towel radiator in the en-suite.

I entered the room and gasped at the sight. Monika had an incredible body, but she stood, leaning against her desk in most of her Agent Provocateur lingerie set. Black stockings, with a black garter belt and the black bra. All translucent, with a mesh covering. She was devastatingly sexy. Her hairless mons, uncovered and so appealing.

She turned to face the desk. “Kiss my cheeks,” she demanded, and I scrambled to my knees to worship her buttocks. My lips danced over her derriere, smooching her skin loudly. My tongue probed her butt crack, and I kissed the outside of her whorl.

She put more and more pressure on me, smothering my face with her cheeks and forcing me backward until I lost my balance and tumbled onto the thin, rough carpet covering the hard floor. She said nothing as she lowered her body to perch her butt on my forehead and pressed my nose into her cunt.

I had approached heaven. I smelt her delicious musk as my tongue swept over her button, tasting and inhaling her juices. She groaned as I lapped at her clit, enjoying her taste as my mouth slipped over her musky wetness.

Her hands gently caressed my cock, teasing it into an erection. I moaned into her cunt, savouring her horny stickiness covering my skin. Her weight bore down on me, holding my face into her slippery crotch, as her hand stroked my horniness to the edge of orgasm.

Each time, she backed off. Monika brought my arousal to the precipice of my eruption and removed her stimulation from my prick, as her hips ground her dripping cunt into my face. So close, and yet so far. She adjusted her weight to force my nose fully against her hole, cutting off my breathing. I gulped in air as she moved, and her body weight bore down on me, allowing me only snatched breaths.

Her first orgasm was a writhing, groaning, squealing explosion of lust as she rocked her hips over my tongue and soaked my skin with her delicious juices. Her second came after she teased me to near desperate tears. I pleaded with her, begging into her cunt as my body danced along the brink of satisfaction.

She knew what she was doing. She saw how close I was, and how feverish my arousal felt. My cries were futile and forlorn and she taunted me for them.

After another orgasm, she rose from my flooded face, and, barely making eye contact, unwrapped the medium-size dildo from the packaging. The teenager threaded it into her new black harness, which she stepped into. “Turn over, my little butt slut!” She teased.

I did so, presenting my backside to her as she unrolled a condom down the shaft and smeared lubricant on me and her new toy.

Being buggered on the floor was a delicious humiliation. The grips of her fingers on my waist and the harsh carpet burn on my knees as she hammered the dildo against my prostate were part of the experience. My mind floated away immediately. I savoured the feeling in my loins as the shaft swept over my special spot as she powerfully stretched my ring and sodomised me.

Monika, an eighteen-year-old University student, penetrated me on the floor of her flat. And I loved every moment. I adored the power dynamics, and the feeling of her nylon-clad thighs smacked against mine, causing my dick to flail. Her rubber balls smashed against my perineum as her cock-head drew gasps and squeals from me.