"Happy Valentine Slave" ( mc md mf )

Clarence thought back a few days to when he'd first met Cupid. He'd been
running around Faery, playing with the wood nymphs and sprites like he
did every day, when Cupid showed up looking for help. He'd said that,
with Valentine's Day approaching, he needed a volunteer to complete some
missions for him.

At first, Clarence had been completely disinterested. He'd never worked
a day in his life and he wasn't about to start now. Then, he started to
think. Helping Cupid meant a trip to the Earth realm. He'd heard a lot
of stories about the Earth realm. Rumors said the Earth realm possessed
wonders far beyond anything seen in Faery. He'd always wanted to visit
the Earth realm and see if the rumors were true. This was the perfect
opportunity so he quickly volunteered.

Cupid was suspicious of the little elf's enthusiasm. He knew fairies
were usually mischievous, often to the point of being devious. But he
was in a bind and really needed the help. His bow could only be wielded
by a magical being and those were becoming harder and harder to find.
Since no one else seemed remotely interested in aiding his cause, he
reluctantly accepted Clarence's help.

Now, it was Valentine's Day and Clarence was sitting on a barstool
nursing something humans called 'a beer', a wondrous golden elixir that
made his toes curl every time he took a sip. It was still morning so the
place was empty except for the bartender and a drunk who was still out
cold from the night before. He pulled out the papers Cupid had given him
and placed them on the bar. Each one contained the names and pictures of
the person he would shoot and the person who would become the object of
their desire. He picked up the first paper and began to read.

Timothy Randall was a 16-year-old high school student with short black
hair and pallid skin. As Clarence examined the picture, he quickly
realized why Timothy needed Cupid's help. Although he wasn't ugly by
Earth standards, he certainly wasn't handsome. Clarence figured the best
way to describe Timothy was plain, the kind of guy who disappeared in a
crowd and who people forgot about five minutes after they met him.
According to the paper, Timothy was a nice guy with good grades who got
tongue-tied when he tried talking to girls, especially Sandra Collins.

Sandra was the most popular girl in school. Her clique consisted
exclusively of beautiful young women, most of them cheerleaders. Sandra
was, by far, the most attractive one in the group with long blonde hair
and sparkling blue eyes. Unfortunately, she knew she was beautiful and
was a first-class snob. She walked around the school with her entourage
as if she owned the place. It was rumored she put out so every guy in
school wanted to go out with her but she only dated guys that bought her
expensive things or could raise her social standing. Timothy Randall
didn't qualify on either count.

Timothy was head over heels in love with Sandra but she didn't even know
he existed. Cupid had decided Timothy deserved a break and he figured
falling in love with someone like Timothy might teach Sandra there were
more important things in life than money and popularity.

They were Clarence's first assignment so he decided to get to it. Using
magic, he made some money appear on the bar before venturing forth into
the bright morning sun.

- - -

Timothy stared at the girl in front of him as the teacher droned on
about Shakespeare's MacBeth or some other boring subject. He marveled at
the way Sandra's hair shimmered like gold, even under the classroom's
cheap florescent lighting.

Sandra was wearing her cheerleading uniform, which consisted of a bright
yellow sweater with a large 'A' on the front and a short white skirt
over a pair of white short-shorts.

Timothy frequently dropped his pen so he could bend down and steal a
lingering glance at Sandra's long tanned legs. She was the most
beautiful creature on the face of the earth and it was an honor just to
be close to her. He reached under his chair and grabbed the Valentine
card he'd bought in an uncharacteristic fit of confidence. For a few
moments in the card store, he'd convinced himself he would actually have
the nerve to give the card to Sandra. Now, as he nervously fumbled with
the bright pink envelope, he knew he'd never even be able to talk to her
let alone give her a card. Dejectedly, he slipped the card back into his
knapsack.

A few minutes later, the school bell announced the beginning of lunch
and the students exited the classroom like animals fleeing from a fire.

As Timothy walked gloomily down the corridor, he saw Sandra talking to
the quarterback of the senior football team. Timothy was so busy staring
at Sandra he wasn't watching where he was going. He ran directly into an
oncoming crowd that knocked him backward.

Sandra turned and glared at the rude little dweeb who'd bumped into her.
"Watch it", she snapped angrily.

"I-I'm sorry", Timothy stammered. The blood was rushing to his head and
he felt like he was going to faint.

"You'd better be", Sandra barked. She then turned to the quarterback,
deciding the dweeb didn't deserve of any more of her attention.

Timothy scurried off down the hallway before he died of embarrassment.
When he finally reached his locker, he leaned his head against the door
and sighed miserably. He was sure any slight chance he might have had of
giving Sandra the Valentine card was now gone. Caring the card around
all day would only remind him of what a pathetic loser he was. He
gloomily opened his locker and extracted the card from his pack. He
stood there and silently stared at it for many long minutes.

Meanwhile, Sandra had arranged a date with the quarterback for Friday
night and was heading to her locker. She really didn't care much for the
dumb jock but letting people see them together was good for her image.
As she walked down the corridor, people were smiling and nodding and she
felt like a queen surveying her kingdom. Then, she spotted the stupid
jerk that had slammed into her. He was standing in front of his locker
staring at something. Suddenly, she felt a twinge in the middle of her
chest. She staggered for a moment as a wave of lightheadedness washed
over her. When the dizziness passed, she looked back at the guy standing
by his locker and made an amazing discovery, he was incredibly cute. She
wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. Without actually thinking
about it, she found herself walking in his direction.

Timothy was finally about to put the Valentine card in his locker when
he heard a voice behind him and he turned with a start.

"Hi", Sandra said softly.

Timothy just stood there with his mouth hanging open.

"I just wanted to apologize for being so rude a few minutes ago", Sandra
explained with a slight blush. "I'm really sorry." Sandra hardly ever
apologized to anyone but she felt bad about being so mean to this
charming guy.

Timothy tried to speak but, instead, stood frozen in terror like a deer
caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. His brain had turned to
mush and it was threatening to leak out his ear.

For several awkward seconds, Sandra stood and waited for some sort of
response. Finally, she noticed the card. "What's that?" she asked.
Leaning forward, she saw her name written in large flamboyant script on
the front of the envelope. "Is that for me?"

With a supreme act of willpower, Timothy managed to nod his head
slightly.

Seeing the guy was not going to hand it to her, Sandra reached out and
took the card from his clenched fingers. It took quite a bit of tugging
but it finally came free. She carefully opened the envelope and removed
the card. It had a big read heart on the front with gold inlaid letters
that read 'Be My Valentine'. She opened it and quickly read the short
poem inside. Then, she carefully closed the card and smiled. "That is so
sweet", she beamed. Standing on her tiptoes, she gave the guy a quick
peck on the cheek.

That was it for Timothy. He was sure his brain had just exploded. His
heart was beating so hard he could feel it pounding against his ribs and
his breathing was shallow and labored.

Sandra watched in amazement as all the color drained from the guy's face
and he started to shake. Despite the fact she felt unusually attracted
to the guy, she was starting to wonder whether there was something wrong
with him. After a couple of minutes, he seemed to calm down slightly but
he still made no sound or movement. Her stomach growling suddenly
reminded her she was supposed to be eating. She reluctantly decided
she'd better meet her friends in the cafeteria. "Well, I better get
going", she said quietly.

Again, Timothy nodded weakly.

"See you later?" she asked hopefully.

Timothy nodded.

Sandra turned and walked away down the hall, giving one final glance
over her shoulder before disappearing around a corner.

A minute later, Timothy was banging his head against his locker and
cursing under his breath. He couldn't believe how stupid he'd been. He'd
faced the perfect opportunity to finally talk to the girl of his dreams
and he'd frozen. 'She probably thinks I'm the biggest loser on the face
of the earth' he thought. 'That's okay', he concluded, 'because I am the
biggest loser on the face of the earth.' Resigning himself to the fact
he would probably die a virgin, he grabbed his lunch bag and wandered
off like a man going to his execution.

In the cafeteria, Sandra had bought her lunch and was walking to her
usual table with her friends. As she went to sit down, she noticed the
guy who gave her the Valentine card. He was sitting alone in the corner
and looking miserable. Suddenly, she felt something she'd never felt
before. She felt sympathy. For as long as she could remember, she'd been
so preoccupied with herself she'd never even considered other people's
feelings. Now she found herself wondering what she could do to help
cheer this guy up. It surprised her. It was more than just the fact he
was cute, which he was. It was something she couldn't put into words.
"I'll see you guys later", she said absent-mindedly. "I need to talk to
someone." She then took her tray and headed for the corner as her
friends watched in confusion.

Timothy was so lost in his depression he didn't notice Sandra approach.

"Hi", she said softly. "Can I sit here?"

Timothy looked up with a start and gazed into Sandra's dazzling eyes.
This time, however, his brain didn't turn to mush. For some reason, his
acceptance of the fact he was destined to be alone forever had given him
a clarity he 'd never known before. It was as if someone had lifted a
weight off of his chest and he was no longer under pressure to impress a
girl that would never be his. He smiled and said, "Sure. Have a seat."

Sandra was relieved to hear the guy talk. She sat across from him and
took a sip of her drink to moisten her parched lips. "I'm Sandra", she
said nervously.

"I know" Timothy chuckled. "I sit behind you in English."

"Really?" Sandra asked.

"Really", Timothy replied with a smile.

Sandra blushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry", she mumbled. "I've never
noticed you before." She was at a loss to explain how she could have
missed such a handsome guy sitting so close to her.

Timothy felt a twinge of anger but quickly decided it didn't really
matter since they were never destined to be together. Then, realizing
she didn't know who he was, he smiled and reached out his hand. "I'm
Timothy", he said.

Sandra shook Timothy's hand and felt a warm feeling spread through her
body. "I'm pleased to finally meet you", she said with a smile.

The two laughed and the ice was officially broken. As lunch progressed,
they both relaxed and discussed school and teachers and other things
that teenagers discuss. Although they had little in common, they each
listened intently while the other described something that interested
them, nodding occasionally and adding their own comments. By the time
the warning bell for the next period sounded, they both felt like they
had known each other for years.

As Sandra discarded the contents of her tray, she turned to Timothy and
said, "Maybe we could get together and continue this conversation after
school."

"That'd be great", Timothy replied excitedly. "Why don't I meet you in
the front foyer after final period?"

"Okay", Sandra agreed. "I'll see you later." Then, she gave him another
peck on the cheek and walked away with a casual wave.

Timothy absent-mindedly rubbed his cheek where Sandra kissed him. As he
watched her disappear into a crowd, he found himself rethinking his idea
there would never be anything between them. This caused a slight shiver
of fear but more than anything he felt excited and optimistic.

- - -

Clarence's first assignment had been much easier than he'd expected. His
glamour had allowed him to walk through the school undetected and he'd
simply shot the cheerleader chick in the heart when she glanced at the
nerd. In fact, the mission had gone so well that Clarence had decided a
celebration was in order. So now he sat on his favorite barstool again
and sucked back another beer. He was amazed at how the stuff tasted
better the more he drank.

It was mid-afternoon and his fellow patrons consisted of a few
stragglers from the lunchtime crowd and the drunk from the night before
still slumped in the corner. Clarence glanced over when he heard the
door open and saw a lovely young woman silhouetted against the bright
sunshine.

"Hey Jake", the young woman called to the bartender.

"Hey Cindy", Jake replied with a broad grin.

Clarence noticed that Jake never took his eyes off Cindy as she hung up
her coat and put on an apron. Jake only returned his attention to the
glasses he was drying when Cindy looked over at him and almost caught
him starting. It was obvious Jake had the hots for Cindy but Clarence
decided it was none of his business and went back to sipping his beer.

Deciding it was time to try another assignment, Clarence pulled out the
papers Cupid had given him. As he placed them on the bar, they slipped
out of his hand and fell to the floor in disarray. He sighed in
frustration then dropped to his knees and started collecting the
scattered papers. Organizing them as best as his muddled mind would
allow, he looked at the next mission. It involved some kid named Timothy
and a girl named Sandra. Those names seemed vaguely familiar but
Clarence dismissed the idea as he stumbled off his seat. He hastily made
more money appear and giggled when he thought about how it would
disappear once the magic wore off. Then, with a wink and a smile to
Cindy, he walked out into the street.

- - -

When Sandra saw Timothy sitting in the foyer, she got a warm feeling all
over. He was so unlike any other guy she knew. Although he wasn't
scrawny, he also wasn't particularly athletic. He was polite and well
mannered but certainly not smooth or debonair. She couldn't put her
finger on what she found attractive about him but she couldn't deny the
attraction. She'd thought about him a lot throughout the afternoon and
her thoughts had always been pleasant. "Sorry I'm late" she called out.
"Mrs. Gilroy wanted to talk to me after class about the pep rally on
Friday."

"That's okay", Timothy replied as he climbed to his feet. "You're more
than worth the wait." He then flashed her his most charming smile.

"Thanks", she replied with a slight blush. "You're a prince." She was
reaching to give him another kiss on the cheek when she suddenly felt a
sharp pain in her ass. She froze for a moment as a woozy feeling caused
her knees to tremble. When her head cleared, she looked up at Timothy
and somehow he looked different. She suddenly realized he wasn't just
cute, he was positively gorgeous. In fact, he was the sexiest guy she'd
ever seen in her life. She continued reaching for him but instead of
kissing him on the cheek, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
pressed her lips firmly against his.

Timothy's eyes flew open in shock as he felt Sandra's tongue force its
way into his mouth. He could feel her body pressing against his and it
was causing his cock to twitch. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands
so he tentatively placed them on Sandra's hips.

Sandra spread her knees and ground her crotch into Timothy's legs. When
she broke the kiss a couple of minutes later, Timothy was staring at her
with a dazed look on his face. "You ain't seen nothin' yet", she said in
a low throaty voice. Then, she gave him a sweltering look that caused a
bulge to form in his pants. Grabbing him by the hand, she pulled him
down the hallway.

Sandra's sudden change in attitude had caught Timothy totally off guard
and he was reacting without thinking. But when they reached the girl's
locker room, he put on the brakes and jerked to a stop. "I can't go in
there!" he exclaimed.

"Why not?" Sandra asked in a sultry tone. "It's late and everyone's gone
home." As she spoke, she circled around him.

Timothy opened his mouth to protest but before he could say anything,
Sandra sent him reeling through the door with a powerful shove. He
breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the locker room was empty but his
relief was short-lived. A sliver of panic pierced his heart as he saw
Sandra approaching him like a jungle cat hunting its prey. He stumbled
backward, trying desperately to keep his distance, when he suddenly
backed into a bench. "Hold on a minute", he cried, putting his arms out
to protect himself. Despite his growing fear, he also found himself
getting incredibly horny. Part of him wanted to run and hide while
another part wanted to surrender to the sensuous creature stalking him.
A few moments later, she made the decision for him.

Sandra lunged at Timothy, knocking him backward and down onto the bench.
Before he could recover, she pounced on him, covering his body with hers
and kissing him passionately. She wanted him and she wanted him now. She
wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life. Nothing was
going to stop her from having him. With animal ferocity, she began
clawing at his clothes, ripping his shirt open and sending buttons
flying everywhere. Her fingernails raked his smooth skin as she ground
her crotch against the bulge in his trousers. Slowly and sexily she
slithered down his body, covering his chest with licks and kisses until
she reached his flat stomach. Her hands were shaking with excitement as
she fumbled with his belt buckle and quickly lowered his pants. Then,
grabbing the waistband, she pulled his shorts to his knees with a swift
tug.

Relief swept through Timothy's body as his throbbing cock sprung free of
its restraint. A veil of lust shrouded his mind as Sandra reached down
and began stroking his rapidly growing member. Each caress sent waves of
pleasure coursing through his system as he lost himself in a sea of
electrifying sensations. He groaned with frustration when Sandra
released his cock. Weakly lifting his head, he watched through lidded
eyes as Sandra reached under her skirt and pulled off her shorts and
panties. A voice in the back of his mind told him this was his last
chance to escape but he still was sure he wanted to.

Straddling his hips, Sandra positioned herself over Timothy's cock.
Grabbing it firmly by the base, she lowered herself onto his rigid pole.
She moaned with pleasure as the tip slid passed her outer lips and
infiltrated her interior. More and more disappeared inside her until she
felt his penis poking at her hymen. Despite the many boys she'd dated,
she was still a virgin. She'd planned on waiting until she got married
to have sex but, now, desire beyond her control was driving her actions.
She loved Timothy with all her heart and she wanted to give him her
ultimate gift. She wanted to give him her innocence. Closing her eyes
and biting her lip, she thrust herself downward as Timothy's cock ripped
through her maidenhead and buried itself in her womb. Tears of joy and
pain welled up in her eyes as she sat motionless for several seconds,
savoring a fullness she'd never felt before.

Timothy sighed with contentment as he felt his cock swathed in the moist
warmth of Sandra's vagina. He threw his head back and let out a long
moan when she slowly moved up his hard shaft. Bolts of electric pleasure
shot from his groin as she bobbed up and down, her muscles squeezing his
member with a steady rhythm. He thrust his hips upward, trying to bury
himself inside her while she mumbled a stream of incoherent ramblings.
Minutes later, he knew he was reaching his limit as the pressure started
to build in his balls. "I'm cumming", he screamed but Sandra ignored his
warning and fucked him with renewed vigor. Seconds later, he lost his
virginity as he shot his load deep into Sandra's pussy. The world seemed
to fade away as the feelings coursing through his body overwhelmed his
conscious thoughts.

Meanwhile, Timothy erupting inside her was enough to send Sandra over
the edge and plummeting into orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy while
impaling herself on his penis and letting her vaginal muscles milk every
drop of life giving juices from his throbbing member. An incredible
climax rocked her body as Timothy pumped stream after stream of cum into
her dark interior. At last, she heard him give a final grunt as his body
tensed beneath her before falling motionless on the bench. She could
feel his cock shrink inside her as she descended from the heights of
sexual euphoria to the mundane world of daily existence. She leaned
forward and nestled her head in his neck before closing her eyes and
letting out a long slow sigh.

As Timothy slowly regained his senses, he suddenly became aware of
giggling. He opened his eyes in a panic and found himself surrounded by
the girl's volleyball team. They'd obviously had a practice after school
and returned to the locker room to find he and Sandra in this
compromising position. Jumping to his feet, he dumped Sandra roughly on
her ass. He was about to apologize when he quickly realized this was all
her fault. 'Perhaps she planned this' he thought. 'Perhaps this was all
a huge practical joke at his expense.' He'd wanted his first time to be
romantic but Sandra had ruined all that. Pulling his pants up, he looked
down at her with hatred before running from the locker room with tears
in his eyes. He couldn't hear Sandra calling him over the other girl's
laughter. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because he never wanted to
see her again.

- - -

Clarence was feeling very proud of himself as he sat and drank another
beer. His first two missions had gone flawlessly and he knew Cupid would
be pleased. He hadn't exactly hit the girl's heart on the second mission
but the way she and the guy were kissing when Clarence left, he figured
it didn't matter.

It was just after dinner and the bar was moderately crowded. Jake poured
drinks and washed glasses while Cindy served took orders and flirted
with the customers. Occasionally, a customer would take Cindy's flirting
too seriously but a warning growl from Jake usually put them in their
place.

Clarence looked at the clock and decided he had time for one more
assignment before quitting for the day. He reached for the mission
briefings but his hands didn't seem to work properly. After making
several aborted attempts to retrieve the papers, he decided he didn't
need them. He remembered his next assignment involved some guy who was
having trouble with girls and the head cheerleader. Clarence was
supposed to shoot one of them with an arrow but he wasn't sure which
one. Deciding he'd figure it out when he got there, he climbed down off
of his stool and fell to the floor. Picking himself up and brushing
himself off, he staggered toward the door.

Jake yelled that he hadn't paid for his drinks.

Clarence waved his hand and made a few dollars appear on the bar. He
then stumbled into the night, mumbling to himself and humming a tune.

'Why do I get all the weirdo ones?' Jake thought to himself.

- - -

Sandra felt terrible about what had happened. She loved Timothy and
would never do anything to hurt him. The look of hate she'd seen in his
eyes as he ran from the locker room was stuck in her mind and she knew
he felt betrayed and humiliated. She'd run after him to apologize for
letting her lust overwhelm her but he'd disappeared too quickly and
she'd lost him. Her mind told her to leave him alone and let him cool
down but her heart told her to find him and beg for his forgiveness. It
had taken a lot of calling but she'd finally found out where Timothy
lived. Now, she stood in front of his house mustering the courage to
face him. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she climbed the
steps and rang the bell.

Timothy was in no mood for visitors but he was home alone so he
grudgingly pulled himself out of the easy chair and went to answer the
door. At first, he'd been furious with Sandra and wanted revenge on her
for making him feel so stupid. But, then, he'd realized he had been
stupid in thinking a girl like Sandra could ever have feelings for a
loser like him. Despite the fact she'd lost her virginity too, his
wounded pride still made him believe she'd used him and set him up to be
humiliated. With the sound of the laughter ringing in his ears, he'd
quickly become lost in a deluge of self-pity and depression. But when he
opened the door and saw Sandra standing there, he felt his anger
resurface. "What the heck do you want?" he asked coldly. "Coming to
gloat?"

"I'm so sorry", she said nervously. "I never meant to embarrass you. I
swear I didn't know those girls were going to be there. I would never do
anything to hurt you."

"Yeah right", Timothy replied sarcastically. "Why don't you just go away
and leave me alone?"

Sandra hung her head in sadness. "Alright", she mumbled, "If that's what
you want." Knowing Timothy hated her was tearing her apart but, if
leaving him alone would make him happy, that's what she'd do. Her own
misery was secondary to Timothy's happiness. She was about to go when
she suddenly felt a sharp pain at the base of her skull. Again, she was
staggered by a feeling of lightheadedness. When her senses cleared, she
fell to her knees and looked up at Timothy with adulation. He wasn't
just a man. He was a god. A moment ago, she was ready to leave and never
see him again but, now, the idea of living without Timothy terrified
her. He was her sole reason for living and she would die if she couldn't
be near him. Clutching her hands to her chest, she started to sob
uncontrollably. "Please don't send me away!" she begged. "I can't live
without you. I'll do anything you ask if you'll just let me stay."

Timothy was taken aback. He'd figured this was some kind of trick and
Sandra's friends were hiding in the bushes, waiting to laugh at him when
he accepted her apology. But seeing her kneeling before him with tears
running down her face made him wonder whether he was wrong about her. He
was still skeptical though, so he decided to test her and see how far
she would take this joke. "You'll do anything I say?" he asked.

"Yes!" she replied, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Anything at all!"

"Alright", he said with an evil grin, "Take off your sweater." Although
they'd made love, he hadn't seen her naked and he was certain she'd balk
at removing her sweater.

Without hesitation, Sandra grabbed the bottom of her sweater and lifted
it over her head, revealing her lacy white bra. She pulled the sweater
off and dropped it to the ground beside her.

Timothy's doubts about Sandra's guilt started to grow but he still
wasn't convinced she was innocent. After all, the bra didn't show any
more than the bikini she wore to the beach. He needed another test.
"Lose the bra too", he ordered, certain she'd refuse.

Again, without hesitation, Sandra reached behind her back and quickly
unclasped the bra. Sliding it down her arms, she removed it and
deposited it on top of the sweater. Her nipples grew erect and goose
bumps covered her breasts as they encountered the cool night air. She
was happy to be exposing herself to Timothy. Perhaps, if he liked what
he saw, he would forgive her for embarrassing him and not send her away.

Timothy, meanwhile, stood with his mouth hanging open. He'd lost count
of the nights he'd fallen asleep thinking about Sandra's glorious
breasts. Now the tits that had fueled his dreams lay bare before him and
they were just as spectacular as he'd imagined. They were large and
round and sat high on her chest with large brown areolas.

Sandra smiled and threw her shoulders back with pride as she watched
Timothy stare at her bosom. "Would you like to touch them?" she asked as
she climbed to her feet.

Timothy slowly raised his right hand and reached forward but stopped at
the last second. He was afraid this was all a dream and, if he touched
Sandra, he would wake up and the dream would be gone. If this was a
dream, he wanted it to last forever.

Sensing Timothy's hesitation, Sandra took his hand and placed it firmly
on her left breast.

The soft warm flesh beneath his fingers was the greatest thing Timothy
had ever felt. He squeezed gently, noting the look of delight on
Sandra's face. He then grasped her right tit and squeezed it too.

Sandra tilted her head back and closed her eyes as Timothy stroked and
caressed her sensitive skin. A few seconds later, she sighed with
happiness as he pinched her swollen nipples.

Timothy was lost in ecstasy as he rubbed and kneaded Sandra's firm
breasts. Suddenly, the sound of a car horn ripped him from his reverie
and he quickly became aware of his surroundings. He was standing on his
front porch where all the neighbors could see him, fondling a topless
girl. He pulled his hands from Sandra's tits and jumped back.

Sandra moaned with disappointment and opened her eyes to see why Timothy
had ceased his massage.

"Grab your clothes and come inside", Timothy ordered.

Sandra hastily complied and followed Timothy into the house.

Looking around to see if anyone had been watching, Timothy quickly
closed the door. His heart was racing as he led Sandra into the living
room. It seemed as if Sandra had told the truth when she said she'd do
anything he asked. This conclusion caused his mind to swarm with
possibilities. He needed a few moments to organize his thoughts so he
told Sandra to stand at attention while he considered what to do. "So
you'll really do anything I say?" he asked.

"Yes", she replied without hesitation, "If it means I can be with you."

Timothy circled her slowly, examining her body. "If you'll do anything I
say", he pondered aloud, "Then I guess that makes you my slave, doesn't
it?"

Sandra thought about this for a moment. Although she knew she should be
appalled at the idea of being anyone's slave, the idea of being
Timothy's slave made her pussy tingle. 'Besides' she thought 'I love
Timothy so much I would do anything he asks and isn't that the
definition of a slave?' She quickly decided it was. "Yes, I am your
slave", she announced.

Timothy smiled with delight. "And if you're my slave, what does that
make me?" he asked.

Sandra considered Timothy's question. "My master?" she replied
tentatively.

"That's right!" he exclaimed. "You are my slave and I am your master."
Timothy then stood in front of Sandra and gave her a stern look. "From
now on you will only call me master. Is that clear, slave?"

Sandra smiled politely and said, "Yes, master." The word 'master' made
the tingling in her pussy grow.

Timothy was flushed with excitement. That morning when he'd woken up
he'd never had a girlfriend in his life. Now, the most popular girl in
school was not just his girlfriend but his obedient slave. The power was
intoxicating and he felt giddy. "Take off the rest of your clothes" he
barked.

Sandra moved to obey and quickly kicked off her shoes and socks. She
then unsnapped the waistband of her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
Finally, she removed her shorts and panties and stood in front of
Timothy completely naked.

Timothy was in awe of Sandra's flawless body. She was lean and athletic
but with soft womanly curves. Her breasts were larger than most girls
her age and had the shape and firmness only youth could provide. Her
waist was narrow without being skinny and flared out gently into slender
hips. A small patch of blonde pubic hair crowned a pair of long shapely
legs. "Put your hands behind your head and turn around slowly", he
commanded.

A light sheen of sweat glistened off of Sandra's body as she presented
herself for Timothy's inspection. 'What if he doesn't like what he
sees?' she wondered. She'd never worried about her looks before. She'd
always known she was beautiful but, now, she wanted to be more than
beautiful, she wanted to be perfect.

Timothy's hormones were raging out of control as his cock pressed
painfully against his trousers. He decided to get something he'd dreamed
about but never expected to get. "Suck my cock, slave", he snapped.

A wave of excitement washed over Sandra as she dropped to her knees.
Although she'd never let a boy go all the way with her, she'd learned to
keep them happy with her hands and her mouth. It allowed her to
manipulate them and keep them under her control. Over the last year
she'd become quite a proficient cocksucker and, now, she was going to
give the most important blowjob of her life. Her whole body was
quivering with anticipation as she undid Timothy's belt. Then, grabbing
the waistband, she pulled his pants and shorts down to his ankles. She
gasped in surprise when Timothy's cock sprang into view in front of her.
Somehow it seemed bigger than she remembered as she reached out and
started stroking it softly.

Timothy closed his eyes and savored the feel of Sandra's slender fingers
on his throbbing member. Each touch caused it to grow until it finally
reached its full length. A moment later, he gasped with astonishment as
he felt her wet tongue trace the sensitive underside of his shaft. This
was better than he'd imagined and he knew the best was yet to come. When
he felt her lips around the head of his cock, his knees felt weak and he
placed his hands on her shoulders to keep his balance. He could feel her
teasing the tip with her tongue as she plied his swollen cock head with
soft rhythmic suction.

Then, without a word, Sandra slowly moved forward, taking Timothy's
member into her mouth and down her throat. It had taken hours of
practice to learn to suppress her gag response but seeing the look of
bliss on Timothy's face made her glad she'd taken the time. She wrapped
her tongue around his rod and carefully withdrew, eliciting a long moan
of pleasure as she moved. Then she lunged forward again, squeezing his
cock with her throat muscles. Taking deep breaths through her nose, she
began moving her head in and out with long steady strokes as Timothy
bucked his hips to meet her. She steadily increased the speed and
pressure of her sucking as she cupped his balls in her hands.

Timothy felt the pressure building in his scrotum as Sandra's head
bobbed up and down frantically. He could feel the first drops of pre-cum
ooze from his penis and trickle down Sandra's throat. A moment later, he
moaned in frustration as Sandra pulled away. "Keep going", he cried
desperately.

Sandra had a decision to make. She'd never swallowed a boy's semen. In
fact, the idea was completely revolting to her. She'd always made her
boyfriends shoot their load into a handkerchief or onto the ground. Once
she'd let a boy who bought her an expensive bracelet cum on her face but
that was as close as she'd gotten to tasting semen. She was about to
tell Timothy she would only use her hands from here on when an image
flashed through her mind. It was an image of him throwing her out of his
house in anger. The thought of displeasing him terrified her more than
the thought of swallowing his sperm. Taking a deep breath to steady her
nerves, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and resumed her
sucking. A few moments later, she felt a stream of gooey liquid splash
against the back of her throat. She cringed at first but, soon, she
discovered it wasn't as repugnant as she thought it would be. In fact,
she kind of liked the taste of Timothy's sperm. With this realization,
she began stroking and sucking his cock with renewed vigor, trying to
milk it of every drop.

Timothy was in heaven as he shot his load into Sandra's eager mouth. The
loud slurping noises she was making were music to his ears. He wanted
this moment to last forever but, soon, the feeling in his testicles told
him he'd reached his limit. With a final gasp of exertion, he poured the
last of his semen down Sandra's throat as his eyes rolled back in his
head and his cock began to deflate. For several minutes, he stood
motionless as his heartbeat returned to normal and his breathing began
to calm. When he opened his eyes, he saw Sandra trying to lick the last
few drops of cum from his flaccid cock. He knew right then he wanted to
fuck her again but this time they would do it right. This time he'd be
in charge. Reluctantly pulling away from Sandra's ministrations he
kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants and shorts. He then
picked them up and headed for the stairs. "Grab your things and follow
me", he called to Sandra.

Sandra hastily gathered her clothes and sprinted up the stairs a few
moments later. By the time she reached Timothy's room he'd removed his
shirt and socks and was waiting for her patiently. His room was much
like the rooms of all her other boyfriends with posters of rock stars
and half-naked women adorning the walls. The difference was Timothy had
awards for academic excellence on his shelves instead of the usual
collection of sports trophies.

Timothy motioned Sandra to have a seat on the bed while he closed the
door. When he turned around, she was sitting with her clothes still
clutched in her arms and looking about nervously. He walked over and
carefully took her clothes and dropped them on the floor. "I don't think
you'll be needing those for a while", he said with a mischievous grin.

Sandra's heart was pounding like a jackhammer as Timothy sat beside her.
She gazed into his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed her softly. She
responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him tight as
she mashed her lips against his.

Timothy broke the kiss and glared at Sandra. "Slowly", he explained. "Do
it slowly."

Sandra hung her head and began to cry. "I-I'm sorry, master", she
stammered. "Please forgive me."

Timothy lifted her chin and wiped a tear from her cheek. "It's alright",
he said with a reassuring smile. "Just let me do all the work."

"Yes, master", she replied nervously. She'd never known a boy who wanted
to go slow before. Usually, they climbed all over her and mauled her
like an animal. She usually had to order them to be gentle and beat them
off with her fists when they tried to go too far. Now, she wanted to go
faster and the boy was the one ordering her to go slow. She marveled at
how different Timothy was than any other boy she'd ever known.

Starting again, Timothy leaned forward and kissed Sandra softly. This
time, she relaxed and let him set the pace. For several minutes, he
kissed her tenderly as he ran his fingers through her long hair. Then
placing his hand on the back of her head, he gently guided it down to
the bed.

Sandra moaned with delight as Timothy began caressing her left breast.
She panicked for a moment when he broke the kiss but she calmed down and
closed her eyes when he started nibbling her neck. "Oh yes", she
whispered when he reached the spot that made her knees go weak.

Timothy continued down Sandra's neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of
kisses as he went. Finally, he reached her bosom and started making slow
circles around her right breast with his tongue. A few moments later, he
switched breasts and Sandra let out a contented sigh. He then took her
nipple into his mouth and felt it grow larger as he suckled it. For
several minutes, he carefully sucked and licked her glorious mounds of
flesh while she writhed in ecstasy below him. Then, he reached down and
gently ran his fingers through her soft pubic hair.

Sandra quickly spread her legs to give him access.

Accepting her unspoken invitation, Timothy delicately stroked Sandra's
swollen pussy. A moment later, she gasped in surprise as he carefully
slipped a finger into her moist slit. After moving the finger in and out
a few times, he brought it up to his nose. The sweet aroma of her sex
filled his nostrils and he took a deep lingering breath as Sandra looked
on in rapt fascination. Then, smiling at her playfully, he slipped the
finger into his mouth and started sucking it clean.

Sandra's mouth hung open in awe as she watched Timothy lick her juices
from his finger. She'd often wondered what it tasted like but had never
had the courage to try it.

As if reading her mind, Timothy inserted his finger into Sandra's pussy
again then offer it to her with a smile.

Sandra looked at the finger then looked at Timothy's face.

"Go ahead", he urged. "Trust me."

She did trust him so she carefully placed his finger in her mouth and
started sucking. The taste was much more pleasant than she'd expected.
It was kind of sweet with a tangy tinge to it. She looked at Timothy and
smiled as she wrapped her tongue around his finger and started making
loud slurping sounds. She then inserted her own finger into her pussy
and presented it to Timothy.

Timothy quickly accepted the gift and began carefully licking the
delicious nectar. The taste of Sandra's juices combined with the feel of
her soft lips on his finger caused his cock to grow in leaps and bounds.
Deciding it was time to move on to the main event, he motioned Sandra to
move farther onto the bed. He then positioned himself between her legs
and bent her knees to improve his access. Grabbing the base of his cock,
he carefully placed it at Sandra's waiting entrance then gradually began
inserting it into her wet vagina. It took all the willpower he could
muster to keep from slamming into Sandra with one powerful thrust but he
wanted to take his time and make the enjoyment last.

Sandra felt as if she was losing her mind as Timothy entered her with
excruciating slowness. She tried lifting her hips to speed his advance
but that only made him pull back and wait until she rested her ass on
the bed again. It seemed to take hours for him to finally enter her
fully with his balls hanging gently against her ass. She pulled him to
her and kissed him warmly as she relished the feeling of his cock
filling her womb.

Timothy gradually withdrew from Sandra's warm interior until only the
head of his cock was still inside. Slowly and sensuously he began
pumping her pussy as her hips rocked back and forth in time with his
own. Little by little he increased the speed of his strokes, driving
Sandra wild with excitement. He watched as she reached down and teased
her clitoris, which was peeking out from its hooded enclosure. Despite
her begging and pleading, he kept his rhythm at a leisurely pace as her
eyes closed and she clawed at the bedclothes.

Sandra felt the quiver start at the base of her spine and radiate
outward. A moment later, the quiver turned to a quake as her limbs
started to move with uncontrolled convulsions. Then, finally, her mind
exploded into a dazzling display of light and sound as her orgasm
crashed through her body and assaulted her senses. She'd never felt
anything so intense in her life. It seemed to come from the very depths
of her being and envelop her in a blanket or pure elation. Time lost all
meaning as her heart raced and her breathing came in short labored
gasps. Finally, she reached the pinnacle of her climax and began the
slow descent back to reality. But just as her senses started to clear,
she felt the quiver at the base of her spine again and braced herself
for another mind-boggling explosion.

Meanwhile, Timothy struggled to keep a rhythm as Sandra twisted and
turned below him. His own need was so great he was driving into her with
reckless abandon, each thrust bringing him closer to the release his
body screamed for. A few seconds later, he felt the pressure at the base
of his cock and he knew he was close to cumming. Somehow, through the
lusty fog that filled his mind he heard a voice. The voice told him
there was already a risk Sandra was pregnant and, if he kept going, he
would double the risk. Since she'd been a virgin, it was doubtful she
was practicing birth control. With superhuman strength, he pulled out of
her pussy and stroked his cock as he shot his load over her breasts and
stomach.

The feel of Timothy's cum triggered a third orgasm as Sandra arched her
back and let out an ear-piercing scream. Her body shook and shuddered as
stream after stream of gooey white liquid splashed against her skin.

Timothy was about to pass out from the exertion, when his body suddenly
tensed as the last of his semen landed squarely on Sandra's left tit. A
moment later, he sighed with satisfaction as he collapsed onto the bed
in exhaustion. As the darkness closed in around him, he heard Sandra
breathe her own sigh of contentment and he drifted off to sleep with a
huge smile on his face. When he awoke a little while later, Sandra was
snuggled against him with her head resting gently on his chest. He
reached down and stroked her soft hair and she looked up at him with an
adoring smile. All his doubts about Sandra's motives had faded away and
he loved her more than he'd thought possible. Looking deep into her
eyes, he jokingly said, "I guess I'll keep you."

Sandra squealed with delight as she lunged on top of him and kissed him
passionately. Then, suddenly, she broke the kiss as a look of horror
crossed her face. "I-I'm sorry, master", she said with a tremor in her
voice. "I didn't mean to be so rough."

Timothy chuckled quietly. "It's okay", he reassured her. "I guess rough
can be good too sometimes."

With that, Sandra leaned down and firmly pressed her lips against his as
she felt his cock begin to stir beneath her.

- - -

Cupid looked down at Clarence passed out on the barroom floor. He was
glad he'd come to check on Clarence's progress. Ignoring the strange
looks he received from the patrons, he reached down and propped Clarence
up against the wall. Suddenly, he heard an angry voice ring out.

"Hey you", Jake yelled. "The guy in the weird getup."

Cupid turned with amusement. "May I help you?" he asked.

"Your buddy there owes me for his last three beers", Jake growled.
"You'd better pay up or there's gonna be trouble."

Cupid knew he had nothing to fear from this insolent human but it was
unseemly for the god of love to engage in fisticuffs with a mortal. "I
have no money", he explained calmly, "But I can give you something more
precious than gold."

"Yeah right", Jake replied sarcastically. He'd heard it all before and
didn't believe a word. Bracing for a fight he reached for the baseball
bat he kept behind the bar.

With practiced ease, Cupid quickly pulled two arrows from his quiver and
nocked them in his bow.

Just then, Cindy returned from her rounds and saw what Cupid was doing.
She turned to Jake and yelled out a warning. "Jake!" she screamed. "Look
out!"

Jake looked up in time to see the two arrows fly across the bar and
strike Cindy squarely in the back.

"You bastard", Jake screeched as he leapt over the bar and took Cindy in
his arms. He expected her to be hurt and bleeding but he quickly
realized the arrows were gone. In fact, Cindy appeared completely
unharmed. She was just standing there staring at him with a dazed look
on her face. Then, he breathed a sigh of relief as she smiled. It was a
smile he'd never seen before. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at him with
adoration. A moment later, she wrapped her arms around his neck and
kissed him passionately. It took him a few seconds to respond but he
soon began kissing her back.

Cupid just smiled with satisfaction as he hoisted Clarence over his
shoulder and walked out into the night.

- - -

Timothy walked down the school corridor like he owned the place. A crowd
of guys huddled around him trying to get close to him. Sandra followed a
few steps behind, trying to keep up while carrying an armload of his
books.

Over the last month, Sandra had completely accepted her role as
Timothy's slave and served him faithfully. Although he sometimes treated
her poorly when he was trying to impress his friends, he was generally a
benevolent master. She didn't have to call him master in public because
he felt it would demeaned her in the eyes of people who didn't
understand their loving relationship. She'd distanced herself from her
former clique and quit the cheerleading squad to spend more time with
him. She'd wanted to quit school entirely and spend all her time with
him but he'd insisted she continue her education at least until they
graduated high school. When they were alone, he was tender and caring
and always attentive to her needs. Although she would do anything he
asked, he never made her do anything harmful or morally objectionable.
She always went home at night with reluctance but she knew he loved her
and that made her the happiest girl in the world.

Timothy, meanwhile, had become a legend around school. He'd not only
made the most beautiful girl in school his girlfriend but she was
following him around like a lovesick puppy. All the guys wanted to know
his secret and hung on his every word, hoping he would give them some
hint to his success. Even the girls looked at him differently since
Sandra had told them how incredible he was in bed. He knew he was just
an average lover and only Sandra's love for him made her think he was
better. But if the other girls thought he was a sex machine then who was
he to correct them? And, although he could probably have had any girl in
school, he never once cheated on Sandra. 'After all', he thought, 'Once
you've had prime rib, why settle for hamburger?'

Cupid watched as Timothy and his entourage walked by and disappeared
around a corner. When Clarence had finally broken down and told him what
he'd done, Cupid had figured Timothy and Sandra were in deep trouble.
He'd come here to try and fix the damage but found things weren't as bad
as he'd thought. Timothy had gained the confidence he'd been lacking and
had developed into a fine young man. Sandra had discovered the humility
she'd been lacking and was happy letting Timothy control her life. Cupid
decided to leave things alone but monitor the situation to ensure the
power Timothy wielded over Sandra didn't go to his head. He knew the
arrows' effects would diminish over time and figured Timothy and Sandra
would, eventually, have a more balanced relationship. With a smile of
satisfaction and a wave of his hand, Cupid disappeared in flash of pure
white light.