4 comments/ 16173 views/ 7 favorites A New Young Sub By: no_naysayer Author's note: this was written for a young friend. Many thanks to my editor. There's d/s in it but no BDSM, hence it's in 'erotic couplings'. ***** He couldn't help but notice her in the queue for coffee. Something about her ensnared his attention, as attractive women seldom did on first sight. But she wasn't a woman. She was a girl. An incredibly alluring girl. Her body just oozed sensuality. He was captivated. He wondered what she was doing here. They were in a small rural university campus, and it was unusual to see anyone as young as her in the summer, when the place was full of people attending summer schools and training courses. He was here to teach on a union summer school, but this year, none of the students on his course attracted him sexually. This girl certainly did. And she was delightfully young. She exchanged a few words with the cashier as she paid for her coffee. Definitely a US accent; he knew enough Canadians to tell the difference. As he settled for his tea, he watched as she wandered between tables. And chose to sit at an empty one. He was surprised. Normally girls her age stuck with their friends; he knew his daughters had when they were teenagers. His cock stirred. If she was that lonely she might want a friend. He moved through the tables, and stopped when he reached hers: -Excuse me miss, d'you mind if I share the table with you? She looked startled, a bit unsure of herself, then forced a smile: -Sure, help yourself. Sir. Sir! She just got better. -Many thanks. It's awfie busy in here just now. What brings such a young lass to the campus? He knew she was mortified that he'd begun a conversation, but he wasn't going to let such an opportunity pass. She blushed delightfully, and wriggled in unease: -I'm here for a drama summer school. -You're travelled a long way for a summer school? -Yeah, all the way across the Atlantic! – she blushed again – I, um, I won a sort of scholarship, otherwise I wouldn't be here. And you sir, why are you here? -I teach a summer school here every July. Not drama alas, economics. Rather more boring! She studied him carefully. He was an attractive enough man, though grey-haired and way older than her father. But there was something in his twinkling blue eyes that held her... -So is this your first trip to Scotland? The interest in his voice sounded kindly and genuine. Her defences weakened: -Yeah. Actually it's my first trip outside the States. It's a bit lonely, but the campus is lovely, and the course is everything I expected. Well, so far; I've only been here a couple of days. Haven't really made any friends yet, the rest of the students are local. I don't think they know what to make of me. Most seem to be in groups who knew each other before they got here, so it's harder for me to make friends. His cock twitched. Alone and lonely... and so fucking sexy. He knew he'd have her if he played it right. But she looked terribly young: -Sorry, d'you mind if I ask how old you are? He extended a hand, a winsome smile on his face: -And I'm James. She blushed again, more deeply, and he watched as the flush spread down her neck and over breasts only partly concealed by the top of her dress: -Hi James. I'm Ruth, and I'm twenty. From New York. He breathed deeply... he'd been worried she was under-age. -So lovely to meet you Ruth. If you'd like the company of a man old enough to be your grandfather whilst you're here, I'd love to show you round a bit in your spare time. If the course allows you spare time, that is. But I'll understand if you're not interested in an old man's company. She looked carefully in his eyes, bit her lip hesitantly. He seemed OK, had offered her an out from his invitation. It would be good to have someone to help her explore Scotland: -That's a lovely offer sir. I haven't had a better one yet. So yeah, I'd love you to take me around a bit. Actually, I have more spare time than I'd expected. -How long are you here for Ruth? -Um, another twelve days on the course, then I have a couple of days free before I fly home. Now excuse me, I must get to a class. -Of course, so must I. Do you have a mobile? Her brows rose quizzically: -A mobile? -Sorry, silly me, I think you call it a cell? -Uh, yeah, of course, but it doesn't work on your networks. He handed her his card: -Here's my number. I'm sure one of your tutors or fellow students will let you use one for a local call. Let me know when you have some free time, please? She drew breath, hesitated. Hell, you only live once. And she was thousands of miles from her mother's caring but very limiting chaperoning. Go for it girl: -I'm finished in two hours this afternoon, at five pm. My evening is free. His heart-rate soared. Fuck, she really was opening up to him: -I'm free at five too, and for once I don't need to attend the evening session of my course. Meet me back here at five then, and I'll show you around a bit before we have a rather better meal than the university refectory provides? -Thanks sir, I'd love that. See you then. She leaned towards him, kissed his cheek lightly, and walked off out of the café. He watched her delicious arse as she moved away, wondering just how far he might get with her. It was years since he'd been inside twenty year old cunt, and his erection was obvious to anyone who looked. But he knew he'd have to take it very gently. Hell, at twenty she might even be a virgin; she acted nervously enough. Yes, very gently indeed. He made his way to his class, his cheek still tingling where she'd kissed him. Maybe it was normal to kiss someone you'd just met in New York... or perhaps it was more personal. ***** She could hardly focus on her class that afternoon. There was just something about him, something she'd never encountered before. She tried her best to follow what her teacher was saying about the misogyny in Strindberg's plays; it was a subject that interested her, as anything with sexual content did. But by the time she left the classroom, she doubted if she'd absorbed a quarter of what she'd been taught. Her mind had been on James, and she was a bit damp between her thighs. She walked to the café with rising excitement. She'd always been interested in older men, not least after hearing her friends' tales of losing their virginities to guys their own age. She imagined an older man would be more patient and caring. And she was very curious to have her first real sexual experience; her mother had seldom allowed her to date. She slipped into a toilet to prepare herself before meeting him. ***** His smile widened as she approached the door to the café. Fuck, she was gorgeous. He opened his arms to hug her gently, and when she didn't pull back, held her closer for just a moment. And kissed her lightly on the cheek: -Hello, my beautiful new friend. How was your class? -Um, quite interesting. About Strindberg... -Hah! The old misogynist! But a fine playwright forbye. -It appears so. I hadn't come across him before. That's why I'm here: to learn new things, have new experiences... -Quite so, absolutely the right attitude. I wish more of my students shared it. Now, d'you want a coffee, or shall we just get going? -Umm... I was thinking maybe I should shower and change? I mean, I'm hardly dressed for an evening out with a man in a business suit... and I'm a bit sweaty... He surveyed her appraisingly: short summer dress, white cotton kneesocks, white trainers: -You look good enough to me Ruth. Just lift your arm a minute, will you? Puzzled, she raised her arm slowly. She was mortified when he bent to sniff her armpit: -Sir! What are you doing? And in public! She blushed more deeply than he'd yet seen. He was delighted that she'd obeyed him unquestioningly: -Just sniffing your oxter to judge how sweaty you are, my girl. You smell delicious to me, very sexy. Ripe, in fact. I much prefer to smell girlscents to chemicals. He didn't tell her that he found the smell of a woman's oxter almost as delightful as her cunt. He took her hand firmly, and pulled her in the direction of the car park. She complied and followed willingly, distinctly aroused now. Man, what this guy was doing to her... sniffing her armpit, in public. She didn't recognise the car; some small European make. He opened the door and watched her slide her curves into the seat, before getting in himself: -Now, where d'you want to go? At this time in the evening, it's not worth visiting Stirling castle, it's huge and shuts at six, alas. So that's for when we have more time. But there's a medieval cathedral ten minutes up the road, if you're interested? Or we could just go for a walk through the city. It has one of the finest collections of medieval buildings in Scotland. -I've never seen a medieval cathedral sir. Could we start there? -Aye lass. Your wish is my command. Well, sometimes anyway. We'll go to Dunblane then. It's an interesting wee place. As he drove he explained that Scotland was an agriculturally poor country in the middle ages, and as the church drew most of its wealth from the land, it couldn't afford to build anything like the grand cathedrals of England and France here. Sure enough, when they drove up the narrow High Street of Dunblane a few minutes later, the cathedral at the top seemed more like a big parish church to her. It wasn't even cruciform. He'd spent most of the drive talking, and splitting his visual attention between watching the road and looking at her legs, a lot of her legs. Her short dress had ridden up some way when she sat down. He took her hand to draw her out of the car, and the movement revealed even more leg. He couldn't be certain in a fleeting glance, but he didn't see a flash of colour to signal panties. She kept her hand in his as they walked across the graveyard to the building. His grip tightened, and hers matched in response. Fuck, all the right signs... and he was very curious whether she was naked under her dress. He remembered something about the cathedral. At the west end, furthest from the pulpit, there was a gallery accessible only by a steep narrow staircase. Perfect. He pointed to the gallery once they were in the nave: -That's the best place to get a view of the whole interior. -Great, what are you waiting for, old man? Her smile was teasing. He pointed the way across the nave to the foot of the staircase. Made sure she was in front of him for the stairs. She shivered, knew what he'd see following her up the steep spiral stair. And somehow the musty smell of the ancient building further aroused her. She was nervous as she put her foot on the first step... her cunt was soaking now. He watched her shapely calves and thighs as she rose above him. The white cotton kneesocks made her seem even more girlish, and his cock was rigid. Sure enough, when she was about four steps above him, her scissoring thighs allowed him a glimpse of her naked cunt. Well, naked but apparently unshaven. At some point she'd removed her panties, and it had to be for him. He liked a woman waxed, so smooth, but he loved hair on a cunt too, it helped retain the scents. At the top of the stair there was a length of medieval wall before the gallery opened up, concealing them from the view of anyone. He grabbed her hand as he reached the top step, and pressed her roughly back against the coarse musty masonry: -Well Ms Ruth. It can't be an accident that you have no panties covering that pretty young cunt of yours. Is it wet? She shivered at the situation. Knew she had kinda sought it. No boy had ever spoken to her in such a way. Her cunt was dripping. She opened her mouth but couldn't speak. -That means yes. I need to check. He wasn't asking, he was telling her. She nodded in acquiescence, somehow thrilling at his control over her. She didn't know where the words came from: -Yes sir, you have to check. His fingers rose to stroke her slightly chubby face, very softly. He was looking straight in her hazel eyes as his fingers learned her, and saw both fear and lust. Still watching her, his hands moved to stroke her ears, fondle her lobes. He bent forward to take a lobe in his teeth and bit gently. She shuddered in his imprisoning arms as his hands moved down to stroke her neck, her shoulders, then over her breasts. She was wearing a bra - her breasts were quite large - and deliciously soft. Her nipples hardened under his fingers through two layers of flimsy fabric, but a full exploration could wait till later. He wanted urgently to feel her young sex, to smell and taste it here, in this sanctified place: -Lift your dress so I can get at your cunt, girl. His voice was now a commanding throaty growl. She had to obey, with trembling hands, and felt his fingers stroke into her wet hairy cleft: -Ohh jesus sir... She didn't dare tell him, but no man or boy had ever touched her there. Somehow it felt so right. His fingers continued their explorations, stroking every fold, gently but possessively. When they found her clit she moaned, and his mouth descended on hers. The moans intensified as he kissed her, and she was squirming urgently in his arms as the orgasm rose, flooding her body with exquisite intensity. He was rubbing her clit hard now. She exploded, groaning softly, mindful that other ears might hear. As she sank gratefully in his arms, she was floating, till she felt a finger slide into her wet vagina: -Careful sir, I'm a... -So you are my dear. How lovely. You won't be a virgin much longer... but I'm not going to take your cherry here. I do need to smell and taste your cunt though. Now. He knelt, and she shivered at his tongue exploring where his fingers had just been. The smell and taste of her young virgin sex was incredible, piss and sweat mingled faintly with overwhelming sexjuice in her sparse hair. He wanted to fuck her there, but it would be better when they had more comfort and privacy. And time. His explorations ended abruptly when a woman's voice echoed through the building: -Ten tae six. The kirk doors are locked at six, so onybuddy wha disnae want tae spend the nicht in here hud better mak fer the door. He rose and kissed Ruth gently: -Thank you, my little girl. I know you enjoyed that. And you know there's much more to come later. Let's go and eat an early dinner, so we can get private soon. It took all the patience I had not to fuck you here. He led her by the hand down the stair. Crossing the nave, they encountered the owner of the voice, a stout woman in her fifties. She sniffed knowingly and bade them goodnight, and he made a point of putting a fiver in the donations box by the door. Outside, he turned to Ruth and kissed her fully, sexually, as they stood in the shadow of the ancient building: -Well, little girl, I haven't enjoyed a visit to a kirk so much in several years. What sort of food do you prefer? There's a pretty wide choice within twenty minutes of here, but there's a particularly fine Italian place in Bridge of Allan, on the way back to the campus. -Italian's good for me. Sir. And yeah, that was my strangest ever visit to a church. And – giggling girlishly – the very best. I... I loved what you did to me. I removed my panties before I met you, cos I wanted to tempt you. I'm still not sure why, but I don't regret it. -I'm going to teach you all about sex over the next fortnight little girl. I'm going to do everything to you that a man can do to a woman. And I promise you'll enjoy every second of it. Well, maybe except a couple of things which are unavoidably painful, briefly. -Yeah. My friends have told me about losing their cherries. But what's the other? -You're going to lose both your cherries to me, little girl. Now let's go and eat. I need lots of time to play with you tonight. When they were in the car, he stroked up her thighs and fingered her cunt again. She felt uneasy about his reference to her second cherry, could only guess at what he meant. She eased her legs apart to give him access. But he was just teasing her, to keep her on the boil. He glanced about, saw nobody nearby in the quiet street: -Now little girl, unzip me. Touch the cock that's going to take your virginity. Lick him and suck him. He's your friend; you need to get to know him. -Yes sir. But I haven't ever done this before sir. He heard the alarm in her voice. -Time for you to learn girl. Do as I tell you. She was worried that her fumbling uncertainty might anger him, just as her refusal to play with boys her age back home had sure angered them. But he seemed very pleased as her lips parted to accept his throbbing cock, and she enjoyed pleasing him, enjoyed the taste and sensation of his warm need in her mouth. After a few minutes though, he gently lifted her head from its ministrations, and kissed her lips. -I'm so sorry sir. What was I doing wrong? I want to please you. -Thank you for wanting to pleasure me little girl. You do, immensely. If you'd kept going I'd have cum in your mouth. I want to keep that present for somewhere else. That's why I stopped you. You're a perfect wee girl for me. Now, put him away and zip me up and let's go and eat. As he started to drive the few minutes to the restaurant, he decided to ask her something that had been on his mind since she first addressed him as 'sir': -Ruth, do you know what a sub is? In a sexual context? She hadn't expected that question. Twisted nervously in her seat, not meeting his eyes. He pulled the car into a lay-by, grabbed her roughly, and for the first time pushed his hand down the top of her dress and under her bra. Stroked a nipple, pulled it gently, then tightened his fingers and twisted it hard. She jerked and shrieked as his other hand moved to her thigh, and fingers roughly penetrated her vagina: -When. I. Ask. You. A. Question. – twisting her nipple and thrusting roughly into her vagina at every pause – You. Will. Answer. Me. Understand? -Yes sir... master. I will answer you. I have read stories online about doms and subs sir. They excited me. -Are you a sub, little girl? She smiled wickedly at him as his fingers played with her nipple and vagina more gently: -That's for you to discover. Master. -I surely will, little girl. He started the car. Couldn't remember when he was last as sexually excited. He would indeed discover, but she'd already given him enough clues that he was certain of the answer. It was just a matter of being careful with this delicious young virgin, seeing how far he could take her. ***** The owner of the trattoria knew James; he was a regular during this fortnight in July. He usually had a younger woman on his arm, though never before a girl this young. The patron rubbed his hands unctuously, and led them to a secluded table at the far end of the small dimly-lit restaurant. Handed them each a menu and winelist with a flourish, and left after an exaggerated bow. James had made sure he was sitting beside Ruth, rather than across from her. That way he could watch movements in the restaurant. And do other things. His hand slid to her knee. He decided he'd try a new tactic, see how she responded: -Open your legs for your master, slutty sub. I want to play with your wet cunt. She was startled: -Here, sir? -Yes, here. Now do as you're told. Are you wet, slut? -Soaking sir. Please find out for yourself. He did. She was. What a beautiful discovery. He could barely believe his good fortune. But the evidence was literally in his hand: a soaking virgin cunt. Immensely pleased, he withdrew his fragrant fingers as the wine-waiter approached: -A carafe of house red, please. The waiter bowed and turned to fulfil the order, returning with the carafe. He poured a glass, looked a question at the man as he gestured to the girl. The customer nodded, and the server filled the second glass, thinking that the girl might be under-age. The waiter shrugged. None of his business. The guy could have said no, and then let the girl drink from his own glass. What the hell? A New Young Sub Sandy turned to her, glass in hand: -Slainthe, my dear. As she raised her glass to clink his, she asked: -What was that word, sir? -Slainthe, Gaelic for good health. It's as common as 'cheers' in Scotland. -OK, 'slainthe' back to you sir. -Good girl. Now after the waiter has taken our meal order, I want you to do something for me, little slut. She was a bit uncomfortable about being called a slut, but maybe it fitted. She had already let him do things to her that no man had ever done, within three hours of meeting him. Somehow she couldn't stop herself. -What would you like me to do, sir? -I want you to masturbate to orgasm as you sit here. I won't touch you, just watch your face. Will you do that for me, little girl? She reeled in shock. Couldn't believe what he'd asked her to do, in public, in a restaurant: -I'm so s... sorry sir, I do... don't think I can do that. -I'm sorry too, slut, it means I need to punish you if you can't obey a simple request. -W... what do you mean, punish? Sir? -I'm sure I can find something girl. Maybe I'll prevent you from going to pee when you need to. Now drink up your wine. Fast. The waiter took their food order. When he was gone, Sandy looked her in the eyes, face stern: -Masturbate for your master, little girl, we'll be left alone for over twenty minutes, don't worry. I want to watch you cum for me. Jesus. She really didn't want to expose herself like this in a restaurant. But at some stage she'd need to piss... oh fuck. She'd have to do as she was told. Didn't know what this man was doing to her, but she couldn't refuse him. She reached between her legs, lifted her dress so he could see her fingers playing with her squishy cunt. Moaned: -Yes. Master. For you. He watched in utter delight as she became more excited. He did want to watch her face as she orgasmed, and he was bewitched to watch her fingers, and the situation, bringing her nearer to explosion. But what really excited him was that she obeyed him, and did something she didn't want to do. That he had such power over her. He held his breath as she croaked strange sounds, and her hazel irises rolled so her eyes were white. He pinched her nipple hard through dress and bra, and covered her mouth with his to stifle whatever noise she was going to make. It was a scream, and he hoped his mouth had been enough to muffle it. What a beautiful sub. And so young. So obedient. He shivered as he imagined how far he could take someone as compliant. This would indeed be a wonderful fortnight. The meal was as good as it always was. But he was anxious to get back on campus with his girl-toy, so he requested the bill when the waiter asked if they wanted a sweet: -We can have coffee in my place if you want it, little slut. Your master is anxious to continue your education. I have a lecturer's flat, not one of the awful student rooms. It has a double bed. And a few other useful things. -Do you want me to stay the night with you... master? -Oh yes, slut. And every other night we're here. I'll help you move all your things into my place tomorrow. Tonight we have other things to do, just fetch your toothbrush, and clothes for tomorrow. She shuddered. She valued her privacy: -Every night till we leave, sir? I'm not so sure about that. I need time alone sometimes... -I'll give you a spare key girl. You'll have some time alone. Now, do you agree to this arrangement? She was very conflicted. This man, and what he did to her, excited her unbelievably. But she'd only met him a few hours ago, had no idea what he was really like. She trusted him so far, but was also afraid of him. Afraid to say no to him. She sighed: -Yes, master, I agree. ***** He ushered her into the rather spartan flat. No pictures on the walls, just slight marks where the previous occupant's had been removed. An un-lived-in feel to it. He locked the door and turned to face her in the small living room. She half expected him to order her to strip, but his eyes and voice were gentle: -Would you like a tea, a coffee, maybe a whisky? I want you to feel completely at home in this place, and relaxed with me. She hesitated: -Um, I've never in my life tasted whisky, sir. Maybe as I'm in Scotland, I should try it? -Yes indeed you should, little girl. He moved to the kitchen and returned with two glasses: -You don't gulp this lassie, you sip it. It's special whisky. Come, let me show you my palace. But before we start, please tell me something. When was your last period? And do your periods come regularly? She knew why he asked the question. She had never had reason to be on the pill: -I'm very regular sir. It just finished. I was bleeding on the flight over. His face crinkled in a wide smile: -What beautiful timing, my slut Ruth. I hate condoms. Know they must be used sometimes, and a fuck with a condom is better than no fuck at all. But I'm glad we won't need to use them for at least a week. Now, here's the kitchen. He showed her where everything was kept in the compact kitchen, took her hand and led her to the bathroom. Actually it wasn't a bathroom, but there was a shower, washbasin, toilet and bidet. He gestured at the latter: -Very useful, given what we're going to do with each other. The shower's a squeeze for two, just as well neither of us is overweight. She shivered at the thought of the intimacy of sharing a shower with him. But seeing the toilet reminded her that her bladder was making itself known: -Please sir? She felt like she did at school, when she had to ask her teacher leave to go and piss. -Yes, slut? He knew what was coming, and his cock stirred. -Sir, I need the toilet. -Do you now? Please use it. But strip for me first. I'll watch you piss, naked. And don't sit on the seat, in fact don't put the seat down. Crouch above the bowl so I can watch the piss stream into it from your cunt, little slut. -Sir! I can't do that! Nobody has ever watched me... -Oh yes you will do that, my slutty virgin. You will do a lot of things you've never done before whilst you're with me, I promise. And you'll learn to enjoy them all. Or at least, most of them. Now, strip for me, slut. -Oh god... But she stripped, and grew soaking wet again as she did so. When she was naked, he asked her to turn slowly for him so he could admire and learn the body he would own for the next two weeks. God she was perfect. She hardly looked her twenty years and that turned him on even more. And she had such a high wee-girl voice. He knew it was wrong, but the thought of sex with young lassies really did something to him: -Sweet slut. You are so beautiful. And you look and sound younger than twenty. I must admit with shame that that really turns me on. Now, stay here for a moment whilst I fetch something, and don't start before I'm back. She hoped he hadn't notice her blush when he mentioned how young she looked. He returned in seconds. With a camera: -Now slut. Piss for your master. As she crouched over the toilet, more exposed and shamed than she'd ever felt in her life, she watched him take numerous photos of her, including closeups of every part of her body. She was red with humiliation. All over. And the embarrassment, or something, meant that she just couldn't release her bladder. She whimpered this to him. -Don't worry, slut, it's perfectly normal for a sub to freeze up when I ask her to do this for me. Easily solved... He flushed the toilet under her, and turned on both taps at the basin, and the shower. The room was filled with the sound of running water. He watched in growing excitement as a few drips of fluid eased from her urethra: -Hold your cuntlips apart, slut. I need to see properly. She obeyed, and the drips became a trickle, then a flood. She watched as he crouched right before her gushing cunt, camera on automatic now, taking dozens of photographs of her pissing. Eventually the flood slowed to a trickle, then to dribbles. She reached for the paper. -Stop. Don't waste paper, save the forests. I'll lick you dry. Come crouch your sweet pretty cunt over your master's face. He lay on his back. She obeyed, crouched. Felt his fingers exploring, his tongue licking all round her urethra, and over her sparse hair. Maybe it was the stimulation, but a few final dribbles fell from her urethra, into his mouth. She was terrified that he'd be outraged by her pissing on him, but he mumbled: -Oh how delicious, what a good slut... as he drank the last of her pee. To her amazement, an act which she would have previously considered the height of depravity had aroused her. As she stood, her fingers slipped to her soaking cunt. He got nimbly to his feet and grabbed the camera: -Yes, such a good slut. Wank for your master, I need photos of you pleasuring yourself and coming to orgasm for me. After all that had happened that evening, she had no shame left. And she'd never been as aroused in her young life. She obeyed, and brought herself to a shuddering wailing orgasm before him as the camera whirred relentlessly. She collapsed against him, a limp toy, on the edge of passing out. He cuddled her close, and licked tears of passion from her eyes: -You are utterly perfect, my little sub. Your master couldn't be more pleased with you. You're nearly done for the night, but one more thing has to happen. Master needs to fuck your virginity into history. She shivered at the thought, but she couldn't have been more ready. Her cunt ached to be filled. Tonight it would be, with his beautiful naked cock. She felt loved, trusted this man completely now: -Yes please master. Take your young slut. Use her. Fuck her virginity into history. -Oh my sweetslut, I will. But before we leave the toilet, I need to pee. You will help me. Get your master's cock out. She knelt before him, fumbled to unzip him and release his cock from his boxers. -Just take my trousers and boxers off, slut. It'll make it all easier. And you need to learn everything about the cock that's going to tear your hymen. She obeyed with trembling hands, till he stood naked from the waist down. She thought his cock was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and couldn't resist taking it in her mouth. To her surprise he growled at her to stop, but she couldn't. She had to worship him sexually, and he ceased complaining as he grew hard in her adoring mouth: -Please stop now, slut, I don't want to explode in your mouth, not yet. I'll need to piss into the shower now, I'm too erect to piss in the toilet. Hold my cock as I pee for you, so all your cunt'll receive tonight will be spunk. He shuffled to the shower. She knelt beside him and held his throbbing hardness, felt the liquid course through his length as he voided his bladder: -Now slut, suck your master dry. A few brief hours ago, she couldn't have contemplated sucking the residue of piss from him. Now she did so nervously, as he hardened again in her mouth. She loved that she had that much power over him, at least. Finally he pushed her away: -Bed now, my babyslut. It's time your master fucked you. -Yes master. Your babyslut needs that more than anything in the world. She gathered his trousers and briefs, together with her flimsy discarded clothes. Finished undressing him in the bedroom, and carefully hung the clothes in the wardrobe. He nodded his approval. He was a tall slim man, muscled and obviously fit, but slender with it. She gazed at his nakedness in open adoration: -Master? -Yes dear? -May I take some photos of you? Please? -Of course, here's the camera. It's set on automatic, just press there. She circled him slowly, taking several photos, including closeups of his throbbing erection: -Thank you master. Will you email these ones to me please? -Of course, I'll send you every one of our photos. Now put the camera down sweet, there's a good sub. Next to the bed, so I can take some pics as I fuck your virginity away. She watched as he spread towels in the centre of the bed: -You'll bleed a bit lassie. Now lie down. -How do you want your girl, master? -For your deflowering? On your back's best I think, missionary. She eased herself on the bed, and James lay beside her, holding her gently, stroking and fondling everywhere on her body. She was surprised, and said so: -I thought you were just going to fuck your slut master? -I will indeed. But you need to be reminded of my care first. After this I'll practically rape you sometimes, but your first time has to be loving. At least – he smiled – at the start. He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly, whilst his fingers stroked everywhere on her head, neck, and gorgeous breasts. He nuzzled into her oxters, and she squealed as he licked there: -Mmmm dirtyslut, you have such delicious sexy-tasting oxters... they've got me excited for the main feast. His head plunged between her legs, licking and slurping at her heat and pure sensuality... and she felt herself rising, more than ready to receive him. She mumbled, almost incoherent in her desire: -Please master, take me now. Make me your girl. -Yes subgirl, it's time for you to become a woman. You know it'll hurt when I break your hymen, then it should get better. Now lassie, flat on your back. You're mine. He knelt between her spread legs, took one last closeup pic of her virgin young cunt. History. Wondered again about her age; her pubic hair was delightfully sparse. But she needed this, and whatever age she was, nothing could stop him now. He settled on his elbows, chest over her tits: -Guide him into you like a good slut. Felt her fingers on him. Felt his tip at her tight virgin opening. And thrust hard. She screamed. He paused, licked the tears streaming from her eyes. Took photos of her post-virgin face, and his cock in her post-virgin cunt: -I'm not going to stop till I've filled this cunt with spunk. I own you now, and I'll do whatever I please with you. But despite his harsh words, he eased into her gently, slowly, watching every twitch on her pretty face, watching every movement of her beautiful eyes. They were fixed on his, and slowly as he moved in her, the pain in them dissolved, and was replaced by lust. He increased his pace, and her hips started moving to receive and welcome him. He shifted position, lifted her knees over his shoulders so he could penetrate her more deeply, and she smiled her pleasure: -That's so beautiful master. There's no pain now. Fuck your slut. Use me as you wish. That's what I need now, my darling master. Use this young cunt. It's your property now. I'm your property. Jesus. He surged at her submissive words. And did as she asked. Fucked into her viciously, no longer concerned about her welfare or pleasure. He knew exactly what this sub needed, and gave it to her. His cock ripped into her and she responded with filthy imprecations for him to use her, hurt her. He bit hard on her nipples as he fucked, and her body jerked under him. Perfect, just perfect. Her moans and spasmic jerking increased in frequency and volume; he knew she was going to orgasm and his fingers closed round her throat, as her irises disappeared. Then she screamed, and her cuntmuscles clutched at him. He exploded into her as her entire body continued to vibrate in orgasm, till she gradually slowed to a panting halt. Her eyes came back to normal, huge round hazel irises smiling into the depths of him: -Thank you master, that was so beautiful. Way beyond anything I ever expected. -Way beyond anything I've ever experienced. -May your little girl recharge her whisky, then brush her teeth ready to sleep? -Of course, d'you want to sit in the living room, or bring the whisky to bed? I'd quite like to smoke a cigarette, and I prefer not to do that in the bedroom. -The living room's fine master. He followed her through, imagining the joy of taking her second virginity as he watched her perfect, slightly plump arse swaying before him. Poured two generous measures of Laphroaig with a little water added, and lit a Balkan Sobranie. She sniffed: -What sort of tobacco is that? -It's Turkish, and rather expensive. I only have these on very special occasions. And this is special, forsure. Normally I smoke rollups, I don't like and can't afford ready-mades. Now – raising his glass to hers – Slainthe. Here's to our sexual adventure for the next fortnight. -Oh yeah, I'll drink to that. Fifteen minutes later they were back in bed, snuggling into each other. She was bothered about something though, he could sense it: -Sweetslut, what's bugging you? I know there's something wrong. God, how could he know that? She contemplated for a moment, but she couldn't keep this from him. She shivered, then blurted it out: -Master, I told you one lie. A serious one. I hope you're not too angry. I know I really deserve to be punished... -Just tell your master, babyslut. You'll learn to always be completely honest with me. A lie at the start is allowable, you weren't to know my rules. She turned to face him, kissed him passionately. Had to release it: -Master, I told you a serious lie. About my age. I'm only eighteen. To her amazement he smiled, a deep smile of profound satisfaction: -Thank you my babyslut. I'm truly delighted. The youngest sub I've had before was twenty-two. And you're the best I've ever had. I love that you're so young. It makes me need you even more. Now whore, suck your old master's cock. Learning your real age has me aroused again. I need to cum before I sleep, I'm so excited. I need to fuck your slutty young face.