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  Except the one that haunted her, but it turned out he was just a poser, a rather sick poser.

  "So that's why you called me Capt. Kirk. You know my handle at Club Sound."

  "Affirmative. Told you I did my homework."

  "OK, Danny. This Dom is way past smitten with you and he wants to commit to a relationship with you. And you alone. I own you, and unlike most other Doms, you own me. Our D/s relationship is the fantasy sex slave role playing model. I want to fulfill all your kinkiest, taboo sexual fantasies, even those that include sharing you with other men and women, because I sense you're a nymphomaniac at heart. So, it's important to me that we live out your sexual fantasies. However, as your Dom, I will make all decisions on sharing you with others. You may have other lovers, male or female, but you must bring them home and we will negotiate arrangements together. I'm poly, so I understand hearts know no bounds and love isn't a zero sum game. I'm bisexual in the sense I'll play most any sexual role in a kinky fantasy scene but I have no attraction to men — so far. Our D/s lifestyle will only be for our sexual fantasy role playing, when you're my Slut and I'm yours. We will not live it full-time. I want my beautiful tomboy friend by my side in our day to day life, separate from the Slitch of my fantasies.

  "We may mutually terminate this relationship at any time. We must always be completely honest with each other. Without implicit trust, this relationship will crumble instantly. If you can agree to this, we can continue negotiating at our next meeting and I'm guessing for the rest of our lives."

  "I agree, Sir."

  The look on her face reflected her utter joy, especially when he said he wanted her as his tomboy friend.

  He really wants me the way I am, she thought. Every other man in her life had tried to change her body to fit his vision of beauty, or couldn't deal with her slutty fantasies and refused to share her.

  "Will the next encounter be at your townhouse so you can introduce me to Geoffrey?"

  "Absolutely, you conniving little Slitch. My cat has final approval over any triad. If he doesn't love you as much as I do, you're out on that cute, sexy, fucking, tight ass of yours, which obviously, I'll miss. But tough shit. I'll get over you. — — NOT!" he exclaimed with a sly smile.

  They were both laughing when Danny pulled into the employee parking lot, and parked in the far corner. She'd gotten kinda fluttery in her sex when he threw out the L word for the first time. She liked the sound of it when he applied it to her.

  The sky was brightening towards the east so it wasn't quite as private as she wished, but she knew what Gus wanted and she desperately wanted to provide for his every sexual need. Being painfully hard, he unzipped his pants, retrieving his glistening cock. There was something about Danny being close that really affected him sexually, which made no sense to him. No female had ever held such sway over him that way. His constant desire, hell, need, to be inside her body was overpowering. The possibility she was a succubus crossed his mind.

  "Your Master doesn't want to go to work with a swamp in his shorts, so service him and leave him immaculate as only you can, Slitch."

  "Ohh, with pleasure, Sir."

  As Danny performed her magic on his thick organ, Gus groped her breasts, though he wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her brains out or at least return the favor by orally copulating her. Unfortunately, her work overalls were too damn inconvenient for discreet sexual activity, without removing them entirely.

  "When you're finished — I expect to taste — a generous portion of me — in your mouth — Ahhhh fuck!"

  He barely gasped out the sentence when he erupted in her throat as she sank down on him, bobbing her head. While he was still coming, she finished him in her mouth with a delightful mouth fuck, gathering his essence. As he began to soften she put her arms around his neck and shared his cream with a long, deep, tongue fucking, hard kiss, while he groped her butt. They were both breathing heavily when she came up for air, both more aroused than ever as she carefully zipped his pants up and straightened his tie affectionately. Nothing seemed to satiate either of them, especially with the ever present taste and smell of sex that they shared.

  "Thank you, Slitch. Such a perfect sex slave; my perfect sex slave in this case. I'm not sure how I'll ever get enough of you, Danny. Now off to work, and don't you dare relieve your need before tonight when I call you and we'll get off together."

  "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir."

  "And if you fail, you must be honest with me tonight and there'll be consequences — immediately and the next time we're together."

  Danny headed to the ramp and went about preparing company aircraft for flight, contemplating how Gus would punish her for pleasuring herself. The possibility was so delicious and got her so aroused that she determined she'd find out by getting off during her lunch break, then send him a selfie of the act — or acts.

  Meanwhile, after splashing cold water on his face, trying to calm his lust for a certain tomboy, Gus proceed to the company lounge in the terminal. Of course, he was quite early, so he spent time checking the weather and working the flight plan before the rest of his crew arrived. When they did, they razzed him for being a randy-red-hot and tried to guess what he'd done the night before. He was mum, although one crew member had a pretty good idea.

  Upon finishing his preflight walk around the aircraft, he stopped to talk to the ramp rat by the GPU as Captain Dorset watched with great interest. He stood very close to her, hoping to smell her sexual arousal as she licked her lips seductively and her eyes said, fuck me.

  "Hope you're proud of yourself, Slitch. You make me so damned hard every time I'm close to you that it's going to be difficult sitting in the cockpit without having to constantly rearrange my junk in front of the Captain. I want to fuck you so bad on this GPU while the rest of the crew watches."

  "No problem, Master, I'll take my clothes off right here and you can mount me and fuck me senseless while they watch. Or just unzip your pants and I'll give you head."

  She had a sly grin for her master — and very wet panties thinking about giving him a blowjob in front of their co-workers.

  "You're so fucking edible, Danny. Not sure I can wait until tonight to jerk off together, having to think about your naked beauty the rest of the day, dammit."

  "Know the feeling, Sir."

  Then, Gus did something totally unexpected. He even amazed himself, but he couldn't help it. Danny owned his damn soul, and he knew it; felt it everywhere in his being. His hands cupped her cheeks and his lips brushed hers. The delicate kiss inflamed her sex and made her knees weak knowing he wanted her so much that he displayed his affection for her in front of other employees. Although most of them probably didn't notice and would probably care less if they saw them, it was still an infraction of company policy.

  "You're mine, Danny. I intend to collar you, my demonic Slitch."

  "Oh, fuck! Thank you, Sir. I'm so proud to be owned by you, Master," she said, fingers over her mouth, innocent doe eyes going full mist, flitting back and forth as they bored into his soul.

  It took everything in her power to refrain from throwing her arms around the neck of the man who'd become master of her soul the moment he kissed her in her truck last night.

  * * *

  Settling into his seat, Gus buckled up with a soaring heart and yet another painful hard-on for the cute tomboy standing in front of the aircraft.

  "So Danny got to you did she, Capt. Kirk?"

  When Gus looked at Capt. Dorset, his eyes wide with surprise, she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

  Gus knew he'd been had, and finally knew who set him up.

  "Affirmative, Capt. Dorset. She's the most remarkable person I've ever met. Thank you."

  Gazing at Marylinn Dorset with affection and really noticing her for the first time, he saw them: she wore innocuous pierced earrings that were a heart intertwined with the infinity symbol.

  "You're — " he stammered, then paused, wondering why he'd never noticed them before.


  "Yes, I'm poly and I love Danny. I agree with you, she is definitely a most remarkable person. I knew her long before she joined the company. But she's fragile. You break her heart, Kirk, and I'll beam you down to Hell. Copy the clearance?"

  The look in her eyes made it absolutely clear she wasn't kidding.

  "Affirmative, Captain."

  "Roger, read-back correct. Your stick. Make it so, number 1."

  As the big turbo-prop turned to taxi to the active runway, Danny stood tall and proud, saluting both of her lovers. This morning, both cockpit crew members saluted back, and one of them had an erection she caused. Of course, Danny knew it because there was a sauna in her panties, ensuring she'd never make it past lunch without release and it was all the fault of the Master who'd claimed her as his own.

  Author's Note

  Thanks for reading my kinky short story. I hope you will leave feedback wherever you purchased it or let me know if you liked it by email: avroe@sistersor.net

  Other short stories cumming in the Tomboy Slut Series:

  #2: Loving Danny

  #3: Punishing Danny

  #4: Dogging Danny

  #5: Initiating Danny

  #6: Collaring Danny

  $7: Flying Danny

  Other stories by A.V. Roe:

  Our Rules Of Engagement, Part-1: Virginity

  Our Rules Of Engagement, Part-2: Triad

  The ABC Room

  Strange Attractors

  Last River To Cross