3 comments/ 43494 views/ 13 favorites Good Girl By: PennyQuarter My fingers clutched the armrest of the chair as the Airbus descended towards the runway. The lurch that my stomach gave had less to do with the turbulent flight than with what was waiting for me at the end of the boarding ramp—or, more accurately, who was waiting for me. The woman sitting next to me glanced up from her book. An elderly black woman, she had kindly brown eyes and a smile that showed perfect white teeth smeared with apricot-colored lipstick. "You all right, child?" asked the woman. "There's nothin' to be scared of." "I know," I replied, though the woman could hardly know. There was everything to be scared of, absolutely everything. What if he didn't like what he saw, what if he took me by the elbow and marched me off to the ticket counter for a return flight? Rejection would kill me, I was sure. Of course I thought of rejection first, when there were very real concerns. I'd never met Jason before, though he had occupied much of my mind for the last several months. He was the last person I spoke to before going to sleep every night and one of the first I spoke to each morning. He was everything to me, and more. Our relationship had started off when we met in a computer game. I was just finishing my degree in college and was extremely busy at the time, and ignored his first few attempts at discussion. I hadn't meant to be rude, of course, but back then I had no sense of control. Jason was...persistent. The thing you should know about me is that I'm a lady—at least I used to be. I go to church every Sunday, I volunteer for charity, I dress well. Sitting on the airplane next to Betty Johnson I was a virgin. Granted, I'd experimented with oral sex with a few of my serious boyfriends, but I'd never reached the point where I felt comfortable having sex with them. You might say that I had a normal sexual background for a twenty-two year old woman. Only I had strange thoughts, bizarre fantasies that troubled me as much as they aroused me. After all, I was a Republican and Republicans didn't think about these things. I thought of being dominated by a man, of being taken and used for his pleasure— That's how it clicked with Jason. He mentioned (now I can't even remember how we got to the subject) having some bizarre sexual preferences. I wondered if he was one of those furries. But as we spoke more, I discovered that he was dominant. Something inside me snapped; I wanted to hear more, to learn. Here was someone who understood and could possibly explain the fantasies I'd been having. And he did. We chatted daily, flirted, grew closer. We delved into erotic chat, cybersex, and I explored my submissive side. The more I acted out my submission, the more it felt good, and right, and natural. This was a woman's place, I thought: serving a man. Anything he described doing to me I would do in person to myself, including taking a sex toy in my mouth, pussy, or ass and spanking myself until I had vicious welts. I was perpetually wet and ready for him, even while I punished myself for his pleasure. I loved him; I wanted him more every time I saw him. At the beginning of my submission he forbade me to touch myself or orgasm without his permission. I was totally dependent upon him for release, and he took great pleasure in being the man who turned me into a sexual being. Before him, I would masturbate maybe three or four times a month. With him, I needed release several times a day. He granted me that pleasure—most of the time. He decided I should come for a visit. Paralyzed with fear and shyness, I had no choice but to agree and we made the arrangement. I would fly out and spend ten days with him to discover if this was the lifestyle I wanted. And the ten days began that day as I stood from my airplane seat and gathered my carry-on luggage. Black and white fabric swirled around my knees as I walked up the jetway. My black high-heels threatened to trip me and I had to pause before the curve, so he wouldn't see me hesitate and hold the railing for support. Betty Johnson stopped beside me. "What's wrong, child?" "Nothing," I murmured, closing my eyes. "I'm just nervous." "Meeting someone?" she asked with a knowing smile. "Yes," I responded, my hand going to the choker at my neck. I smiled back and said, "I think I'm fine now." We walked together, her with a bag stuffed with crossword puzzle books, me with a small briefcase. She broke away at the gate, waving me goodbye as she stepped into the ladies' room. I followed the signs towards the baggage claim, leaving the security area after a few moments. An arm wrapped around me from behind, pulled me back. I stiffened, almost screamed, but a moment later he turned and I found myself looking into his face as his arms encircled my waist. I was dumbstruck and felt oddly ashamed as I found myself gawking at him. He was as handsome as his pictures had let on. I felt color rise in my cheeks and dropped my gaze to his chest. After a moment I felt his hand on my chin, lifting my face to look at him again. When he kissed me, I felt my knees tremble. I dropped my bag and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him until my body nested against his. I don't know how long we spent wrapped around each other, our lips and tongues tasting and exploring, our arms holding each other tight. I felt breathless when he finally pulled away, leaving me gasping. He took my arm and pulled me into a walk. "Nice flight?" he asked casually. "Yes," I muttered. "Um. Yes." "Good," he said. He gave me a once-over as we walked. With each narrow of his cool, pale eyes I felt inadequate. Was my wavy brown hair, unkempt as it flowed to my shoulders, displeasing to him? Was the wrap sundress he had liked in the photo not as pretty in person? My fears were partially assuaged when he said, "You look nice." "Thank you," I stammered. "So do you." And he did. There was nothing special about his baggy jeans and the shirt he wore, but his untidy hair, the unshaven cheeks, the haughty glance all worked on me and it was all I could do to kiss him again then and there. We walked past an escalator, his grip still firm on my elbow. "Jason, the baggage claim is down—" I said, pointing at the escalator with my free hand. "We aren't going to the baggage claim yet," he said coldly. "Don't question me." "I'm sorry," I muttered, though the tingling in my panties betrayed my arousal at his correction statement. She burned to know where, especially since his grip tightened around my elbow. "Do you trust me, Jennifer?" he asked. I shivered at the way he said my name and nodded my head yes. "Answer me when I ask you a question." "Yes, yes," I said. "I trust you." "Close your eyes." I obeyed without thinking and he continued to guide me. "That's good. Almost there. Not peeking, are you?" "No," I said honestly; my eyes were shut tight. "Good," he said. The rest of my journey was spent in silence; we walked and walked until finally I sensed we were in closer quarters. He took my briefcase from me and I heard the 'clunk' as he set it down nearby. A door shut behind me and finally he said, "Open your eyes." We were standing in a men's room stall. I immediately blanched, my fingers curling into his shirt as he drew me closer. "Do you remember that we talked about this, Jenny?" "Yes." "Yes what?" I hesitated; I usually addressed him as 'Sir' or 'Master', though he allowed me to call him Jason in public and a few other private nicknames with his express permission. "We're...we're in public," I muttered uncomfortably, sure that the men's room at the airport would be considered public. "Get on your knees," he said, reaching up with one hand to grip my hair roughly. I stifled a groan as he dragged me to my feet in front of him. "I asked you: yes what?" "Yes, Sir," I responded with a gasp as his grip pulled my hair more. "Yes, Sir," I insisted. "Unbutton my pants, slut," he said. Slut. He loved to call me a slut. When I said I had been a lady before, I forgot to mention that I was a slut now. A slut, a whore, a bitch, a slave. I was any name that it was his pleasure to call me. At that moment I was a slut as my fingers worked the button of his pants. Even as they trembled, I recalled the conversation where he said I would pleasure him in the men's room when we first met. It all made sense now. I finished with the buttons and he impatiently dropped his jeans and boxers. "Open your mouth," he ordered, almost as if he was telling me to hand him the salt at dinner. I looked up at him and opened my mouth. He wasted no time in sliding his dick between my lips. I immediately closed my mouth around him and my tongue began to move over his cockhead. He tasted sweet, a little musky, and clean. I wanted more, and he obliged by sliding his hand through my hair to cup the back of my head, holding it in place while he pushed his hips forward. Jason was hard already, and my mouth filled with him. I heard a groan escape him as I sucked him hungrily. My left hand gripped his hip, my fingers splaying across his buttock. My other hand reached up to stroke his balls lovingly as he began to pull his member from my mouth. My saliva dripped into my wrist as he thrust back in, this time pushing all the way into my throat. I gagged around him, coughing hard. I felt my saliva splatter my hand, his balls, and his thighs. I couldn't breathe, struggling for breath, but he didn't relent. I was his toy, and I would take his cock at his pleasure. Meanwhile I could feel my pussy soaking my panties; I was so turned on by being used by him that the briefest touch against my pussy would've sent me over the edge. I moaned in pleasure, but not one of those porn star moans. No, I wanted to express my gratitude to him for letting me serve him. "Gag for me, slut," he gasped, holding my head tight. My chin was against his balls, my nose buried in his pubic hair. He surrounded me, filled me. He was everywhere; God, I wanted more of him. When I had choked for a good thirty seconds, he pulled be back off his cock by my hair, eliciting a brief grunt from me. "Do you like sucking my cock?" he demanded, stroking his length with his hand. It was slick from my gagging and saliva. "Yes, Sir," I moaned. "Do you want more?" he asked, moving his hips forward. I instinctively leaned forward, but when my lips were almost touching his cockhead, his other hand pulled me back roughly. I gave a strangled cry that echoed off the tiled walls of the men's room. "I said, do you want more, you stupid slut?" "Yes," I panted. "Please, please, can I suck your dick?" He silenced me by thrusting his cock into my mouth. "Please me," he ordered and let his hands fall to his sides. I urgently went to work, working my lips up and down his length while my tongue paid careful attention to the underside of his thickness. "I bet you want my come, don't you?" He petted my hair, stroking his fingers through it as his hips began to pump. I tried to pull back to answer, but he gripped my hair tight. "Take it, slut." Moments later his cock erupted in my mouth, covering my tongue with his thick sperm. I moaned, again in gratitude and pleasure, as he shot and shot into my mouth, splattering the back of my throat and the insides of my cheeks. "Don't swallow it yet," he said, gripping my hair as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. That disturbed me; I wanted more! "Show me, slut," he said, taking my chin roughly in his hands. I opened my mouth. "Mmm, you are a little slut, aren't you? Swallow it." I eagerly did; the sensation of his warm come sliding down my throat made me shudder. He presented me with his softening dick. "Clean me off, then put it away." I took him back in my mouth, eagerly licking and sucking him, occasionally finding a streak of come that had escaped me and swallowing it down. I kept going long after he was clean and hard again, and he stopped me by pulling away. "Now put it away, slut." I reluctantly pulled his boxers up, then his jeans, finally buttoning them up. He told me to stand up and I did. He gripped me by the hair again, roughly behind me over, and drew his hand up my leg, pushing my skirt up with it. "Your cunt is nice and hot, Jenny," he said with a condescending smirk. "I bet you'd like to come. Want to come for me, you little slut?" I gave a shuddering moan, pushing my hips back; I felt the denim of his jeans against my panty-covered ass. "Yes, yes Sir," I said. "What do you say?" he asked as his finger began to press against the wet fabric directly at my pussy. "What's the magic word?" "Please, Sir?" I almost whined. "Please, please let me come, please." "Mmm," he said, deliberating as his finger pressed harder against my pussy. I felt myself dangerously close to losing control. He finally decided: "No. Show some self-restraint, you stupid slut." He dragged me back until I was standing up straight. "Let's go get your luggage." We passed two men at the urinal, neither of which was urinating. I flushed with humiliation as I realized that they must've heard the whole thing and hung around for the conclusion. I hurried after Jason. We grabbed my bag off the carousel (it was one of the only ones still there by this time) and went out onto the sidewalk, where he hailed a cab. "Ready to go home, Jenny?" "Yes," I said as I slid my hand into his free hand. His fingers squeezed mine and pulled me close. He dropped his head to my shoulder and whispered against my ear between kisses: "Good girl." Good Girl It is Sunday, and I know you know what that means, however, I will not remind you, I am looking for you to just willingly, and enthusiastically assume the role. Though I expect no one to rise from bed before me, I do want you to know that the moment I hear you stir from sleep, is the moment that my anticipation of the day joins my consciousness. I am briefly distracted by the special thoughts of the ways I will have you, and the ways you will please me today... I hope your morning thoughts are much the same... A probing glance at the thoughts behind your mind re-assure me that your own elation has started with your day as well. Today is a day that needs no words. As always the special morning coffee is awaiting you. Though you know not to disturb my quiet time, you also know that your presence has already disturbed it. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your morning hardened nipples jut little luscious points through the sheer fabric of your slutty top. The way your juicy ass fills the white silk of your panties, the tight fabric accentuating the wet folds between your legs. I know that my seed from last night still lingers within you. I have no distaste for your looks in the morning. Women think they must be primped to please a man, but I have thought you different. The morning look is akin to the freshly fucked look, and there is no better, to stir my lust. My mind wanders back to the delights of being inside your tight holes, watching your lithe body quiver with my rigorous violations. Everything about your sexuality pleases me, and you must know that by now. I hope as your eyes close you have the same visions that I enjoy. Though you do not get to see what I see when I penetrate you, you must have your own versions that fire your desire. A soft kiss on the back of my neck as you walk by, your hand softly tracing my shoulders. I can tell be the scent in the wind that follows you that you have awoken with the awareness of what day it is, and what your duties of this day are. Good girl... Everything you do today will serve to tease, titillate, and please me. You can let your inner slut whore and wonton wench out. That is what I want to see. I know that for today, those innermost secrets and womanly desires are for me. And you know that there is no shame in them for today. Those ways are what will earn your spewing reward. After a little coffee, and a little morning light upon your awakening body, you become mindful of my movements in the house. You know that I am approaching the room you are in, and you automatically assume the position that you have been taught. You kneel with your legs parted slightly, just enough for your hot pussy to be exposed between your creamy thighs. Back straight your breasts at attention nipples hardening. Your hands are clasped behind your back you know that if they do not remain there, I will bind them there. I have not had to do that in quite some time because you now know that my preference for discipline is self mindful discipline. At first that seemed like a cop out to you, but now you know that being bound by your own desire makes you way more vulnerable than me simply forcing you into physical bondage and taking my leave of your delights. When you bind yourself, with simple abandon, you truly open up to me, you truly make yourself available to my pleasure, your mind follows your body, and your inhibitions are lost. I enter the room and find you there, in that position, almost ready for me, as I approach, your eyes close and your mouth opens slightly. I see you transition from here to that special place we know as sub-space. Good girl I stand before you, admiring your body. Your eys are closed but you know that I am inspecting you closely, You know from past experience with me that I find you very attractive, desirable, and sexy. Yo know that you turn me on because my cock rages with hardness whenever you want it too. Yes, that is a power that I freely share with you... I walk around you looking deeply at every sexy curve of your almost naked body. I admire the way your body fills the little bit of fabric that you so coyly cover yourself with. I lust after the curves of each part of you. You are keenly aware of my building lust and shudder ever so slightly as a tingle is released from deep within your wet cunt and radiates through out the rest of your body, like a little shiver, but not of cold. I notice it, and am pleased greatly. There is nothing more desireable to this man than to see his liege squirm with lust. As the hardness grows in my cock beneath my robe, I can not help but touch myself. You know I do this and can imagine it behind your closed eyes. I am circling you my mind wandering to truly nasty thoughts of the things I have done with your body, and the things I will do in the future. My eyes close as I am lost in the vision of the previous night as I slowly entered your wet folds from behind plunging ever deeper into you until my balls slapped your clit. I watched as my shaft withdrew from within you glistening with the juices of your excitement, the vision of your upturned ass begging further defilement. Over and over you rode the steely hardness of my lust until your body quivered clenching my cock deep within and milking from me ever drop of my spurting seed. That was last night. Today I will feel the wet clenching of your mouth and throat. You know how I like you to please me in this way, and you have become quite adept at summoning that ultimate release from my balls. The greedy lustful way that you suck me so mercilessly and deep into your mouth and tight throat. Mmmm, I must now abandon the thought and delve into the feeling. I walk around to stand in front of your waiting mouth. As I untie my robe, it falls to the floor around me. My hand is pumping my furiously engorged shaft close to your face. Yo can almost taste me. I gaze down upon your hotness and am overwhelmed with passion, my hands roughly tear your tank top exposing your pert hard breasts. Your mouth opens in a gasp, and I plunge my cock as deep as ever possible into your the hot moistness of your hungry mouth. You are impaled, I have grasped your hair and force myself ever deeper into you, your breath lost, your desire peaking. I watch as you helplessly quiver, your breasts heaving your body undulating your tight cunt clutching, and squeezing your juces into the tight fabric of your panties. That pleases me, and I let you breath. A small tear forms in the corner of your eye and rolls down your face. You feel its coldness and loos yourself. Furiously taking me back into your mouth, past your toungue and into your throat. Each time my cock hits that special spot deep in your throat, your body reacts with more quivering, more clenching, and more cum into your already soaked panties. I close my eyes and imagine how it feels to plunge into that wetness between your legs, How it is to feed my cock fresh fro your cunt into your awaiting mouth. How it tastes upon your lips. You have lost all control now, Your hands are still clasped behind your back, and you have given me full control of your head. Your mouth pumps my long hard shaft with the primordial hunger of deep lust for my seed. Your only thought is to feel me surge, throb and squirt into you. You know it will not be long. You feel my hips moving in rhythm with your incessant undulations. Your body shuddering as my cock grows in your mouth and tickles your throat. You can feel my passion growing in with the way I am pulling your hair. You eyes water hard and mix with the juices flowing from your lips, The juices from your pussy have overwhelmed the absorbency of your panties and bathe the insides of your legs. "suck it all out of me!" I command. "milk from me my precious seed" My hands now hold your head fast as I pump in and out of you. Each stroke brings me closer to my reward. I open my eyes to see how you have abandoned yourself and been transformed into my cum hungry whore... This pushes me fully over the brink, and I explode into your throat with one last deep stroke. You feel my hot cum spraying copiously into you, and it triggers you own release. I feel the orgasm wrack your body through my cock still deep within you... For what seems like minutes we are locked tightly together in this erotic embrace, Both of our bodies releasing the sticky, slippery liquids of our lust. We eventually collapse into a heap of heavy breath, and drift softly into the the rewarding post-coital sleep of the gods. Good girl... Good Girl Kneeling before You in nadu, knees spread wide revealing my wet and vulnerable sex, a shiver of anticipation runs through me. My breasts rise and fall with each breath I take, the movement definitely getting Your attention. My hair falls in a dark silken curtain around my face and neck. The contrast of that dark against my pale skin makes Your mouth water. My eyes are downcast in respect, seeing only Your feet as You sit there in Your chair with an air of confidence that causes me to squirm nervously. Your eyes keep roaming over my naked form, lingering on all of luscious curves. Finally after what seems like an eternity You lean forward and bring two fingers under my chin and lift it to make me meet Your gaze. Once they do I gasp softly, unable to look away from Your eyes that are hard, Dominant and swirling with dark hunger. I squirm again. Your voice deep and unwavering with just a hint of that dark hunger seeping through You utter one word "Whore." My breath catches in my throat as my eyes drop again in an automatic response. My cheeks flushing red and my lips part slightly. Almost simultaneously Your foot moves between my thighs and the top of it rests against my wet sex. You then none-too-gently push me with Your foot so I fall onto my back, my legs still spread wide before You. Suddenly embarrassed I try to close my legs but Your hard glare tells me the repercussions for doing so would not be pleasant. So, I let my legs fall open to You thus rendering me vulnerable and open to You for Your viewing pleasure. The dark, evil smirk that follows as Your response sends chills down my spine. You stand and I see the leash unfurl from Your grasp. In swift strides You cross the floor to stand by my head and lean down to click it onto my collar. The sound echoes through the quiet of the room. My heart hammering and I whimper as I feel You test the tautness of the leash. You walk back around until You stand at my feet. You tug on the leash half pulling me up and then letting me fall down again. You chuckle, I whimper. You undo the buckle on Your perfectly fitting black slacks and keeping one hard with a firm, tight grip on my leash You reach into Your pants with the other and pull out Your already hard cock and begin to stroke it. A soft moan escapes my lips as I watch. Unconsciously my hips lift up, my nipples harden even further. "Yes whore, look at how your body betrays you." You say as You slowly move Your hand up and down along Your throbbing shaft. Softly panting now, my body desperate for Your touch, I whine. "Master..." You rub faster. I squirm before you. Whimpering "Please, oh please!" The hint of that dark, evil smirk crosses Your face again. "Slut." I whine, my cheeks growing red through my already flushed face. "Whore." Again, I writhe before You on the floor. This time consciously and needily lifting my hips. My sex wet and hot with my obvious arousal. "Beg." I slowly shake my head and see the hardness, the Dominance radiating from You and Your glare and I know that was the wrong response. You tighten the grip and pull harder on the leash. Crouching down You use Your hand that had been stroking Your cock and with the lightest touch brush Your thumb over my already hard little clit. It causes me to gasp loudly and arch my back. "Oh, you like that my little whore? Hmm? How about this?" You slide Your finger down along my wet slit and slowly penetrate the hot core within. Moaning loudly and deeply I writhe at Your touch. Slowly at first and then growing with speed You move Your finger in and out fucking my pussy with it. You make me Yours. You strip away my defences. You force my submission. You demand everything and every part of me and take it as You see fit. After getting me hot and begging desperately for release, my body having betrayed me and known Your touch and responded to it, You rock Your hips forward in one hard and quick thrust Your cock penetrates my hot and now very wet pussy. While still holding the leash tight You pound me mercilessly. "Master! Ohhh, Master, please! Please! Oh fuck me!" I murmur over and over. You bring me to the brink and hold me there for what seems like forever, teetering on that precarious edge. Squirming, wiggling, begging over and over under You. I plead. "Master, Master...please! Please I need to cum, please!" Shaking Your head You smile that evil smirk again and pound me harder. Whimpering and whining, barely able to hold on, near my breaking point You finally give that simple command. "Cum." I scream with my release. My body tensing and my pussy spasming wildly around Your hard, thick cock. You groan deeply and then growl as You lean forward and bite my shoulder as You cum. Your orgasm triggers another one in me and growling and crying out we cum together. Your hot seed shoots deep within me. It marks me, claiming me as Yours. You then pull out and shoot the last few spurts onto my stomach and thighs, fully marking Your property. Sweat glistens on our skin and gathers at Your brow. Your dark, evil smirk returns. "Whore." Still panting and now covered in Your seed, I nod. You tug on the leash, pulling me upright as You sit back into Your chair. "Clean off Your mess, slut." Trembling yet, I wiggle on my knees to between Your thighs. You take up the slack on the leash as I lean forward. I lick and swirl my tongue around the tip of Your cock, moaning softly as I taste our combined juices. I don't hesitate and take Your still hard cock into my mouth and suck, lick and taste. Your head rolls back and Your eyes close as You groan. "Mmm, yes. Good girl. Ohh! Good girl!" Good Girl You hold me down on your sofa, telling me to be a good girl. I love it when you tell me that. That I am a good girl. I feel small, and taken care of, and yours... from two words. I try to. I would like to be very good for you. You hold me tight and whisper in my ear while you touch me so slowly, and so fucking lightly. Letting your fingers graze my pussy but never letting me really feel you. Never giving in to how much I whine and plead for you. Trying to make me wet right through my panties before you will even let your fingers slip underneath to feel what you have done to me. Once you do, you tell me that I did it. That I did this to myself because I am so dirty. A dirty little girl. But I know that is not true, I never make myself as wet as you make me. I can't make myself shake or scream or cry like you make me. Your hands make me feel panicked, and like I want to let tears stream down my face. They make me feel more amazing than I know what to do with. Than I know how to handle. You've gotten better at standing your ground. A few weeks ago, all it would have taken was for me to slap you across the face, or shove my fingers into your mouth and you would just melt. You would melt, ready to be beaten and fucked. But your more stubborn now. You'll wrestle me for it... and you know you'll when. It's no use to fight you. You'll just pin me down. I can't seem to overpower you. so I grabbed a pair of old dirty panties from beside your bed. Beside your bed, the place you keep the collection of my underwear that I leave for you to jerk off with. Thats how I can make you melt. That how I can distract you long enough to tie you up. To blindfold you and gag your mouth with the smell of my pussy on black lace. Now I can strip you, now I can tease you.... I can just look at you. I'm surprised at the rush I get. The rush I get from being on top of you. From slapping your face... spanking your ass. The rush I get just from sitting back and looking at your ass, so red. How wet it makes me to look at you, just lying there... waiting.... panting... By this time I already had your hands bound above your head. Your eyes blindfolded, and your mouth gagged. By this time I have already stripped you and put a pair of little lace panties on you. You look so pretty. I put those on you just to look at you in them. Just to spank you in them. I put them on just so that I could pull them down. Once you felt that lace on your legs, moving up your legs.... you could feel them. You know what I was doing and I could tell from your body. From how you seemed to get smaller. smaller from a little shame. After I've made your ass red enough I move may way up your body. Grazing, rubbing, pushing my tits all over your skin. All over your red ass. I work my way up to your ear to whisper to you. To tell you how wet you would get from the sight of your own ass right now. So red... in your pretty little panties. After I am finished with you. Finished hitting you, and kissing you, licking you, fucking you... After I have taken the blindfold off, just so I could see that look in your eyes when I slap you... after I have eaten your ass, after I have made your nipples as sore as I could.... after... ...after your whimpers faded, and you've rested in my arms, you let me know you are not done. That you haven't forgotten. You haven't forgotten any of the things you were waiting to do to me. You move on top of me, so close to me. Teasing my ass with your hard cock. Your cock, picked especially for my ass. To be sweet to me. I reach my hand down just for a moment to feel how wet you have made me. I'm scared. But I want to be a good girl. You ease your way into me, slowly. Slowly fucking me. Starring deep into my eyes... terrified and excited. In pain, and in fucking heaven. You're holding my hands above my head as you grind into me. You move in close, right to my ear. Even just your breath drive me crazy. The hot whisper of your words, with all of your weight on top of me and the feeling of my ass filled with your cock... and even though it hurts, the combination of those things just makes me want to take it more. You whisper, "I'm being such a good girl. Such a good girl for you." Good Girl We sat there on the bed, both of us with our laptops in front of us. I sat cross legged, leaning forward with my elbows resting on my knees, fingers on the keyboard. You lay there, stretched out, leaning on one arm, one foot hanging off the bed. Eventually, I realize that you're just sitting there, staring at me out of the corner of your eye, not paying the least bit of attention to the computer. My eyes meet yours and I smile and ask simply, "What?" You just smile and shake your head. I pretend to sigh in frustration, but can't keep a straight face. I look back at you and smile, and turn back to my computer. Out of the corner of my eye, I see you reach forward and close your laptop. Next thing I know, you're crawling across the bed, and settling down behind me. As I go to lean back into you, I feel your hands on my shoulders, pushing back at me. I look back at you, and you tell me to keep doing what I was doing. I'm a little confused, but figure that I'll find out soon enough, so I turn back to my laptop. As I lean forward to continue typing, I feel your hands begin to massage my shoulders. Softly at first; so softly that I wonder if you even realize what you're doing. Just as I'm about to give you a hard time about it, I notice that the pressure your putting on my shoulders is slowly getting stronger. I realized that you were simply starting off softly, and I swallow my smart ass comment. You move from massaging my shoulders to my back, slowly working your way down, making sure to hit every inch of my tense muscles before moving on. A few minutes into it, I realize that I've stopped using the computer, and my hands are just hovering over the keyboard. I drop them down so they rest on the laptop, relaxing the muscles in my arms. As you reach my lower back, you lean forward and place feather-light kisses on the nape of my neck. You slowly work your way up to my ears, giving me the goose bumps as you do. Gently, you nibble on my ear and whisper, "Why don't you take your clothes off and lie down and I'll keep going?" I moan at the idea, and quickly close the laptop. I place the laptop on the floor, and my clothes quickly follow. I then lay down on my stomach, looking to you for approval. You smile and nod at me. I stretch out, face turned to the side, cradled on my hands. You continue to massage my back, moving from there down each leg, and then back up. When you've finished with my legs and back, you move back to my shoulders. Slowly, you start massaging my arms. I move them so they are no longer cradling my head, but stretched out in front of me. I'm just tall enough that stretched out this way, my toes reach the foot of the bed, and my hands hang off from the wrist down. You work your way down my arm, and then start to massage my hand. Before I know what's happening, you hold both my wrists with one hand, and are pulling out the restraint system from under the bed. In the blink of an eye, you have both my arms restrained by the ties, and you move to the foot of the bed, and make short work of tying my ankles down as well. I pull gently at the ties which bind me to the four corners of the bed. There is some give to them, but I can tell that they are secure. I'm not getting out unless you help me. I turn my head from one side to the other, looking for you. I finally find you, standing near our toy box. I can't see what you're pulling out, since your back is to me blocking the box from view, but I can tell that you're reaching into the box numerous times. You glance back, and catch me looking at you. "Put your head down," you tell me. "You'll find out soon enough what's in store for you." I like it when you pick out toys. It tells me that you're in a playful mood, and it's bound to be an interesting night. I smile at you, and turn my head back, laying it down on the mattress. "Don't peak," you tell me. I just laugh, knowing that even if I try to peak, you'll have everything out of sight. "Lift your head up, eyes forward," you tell me. I do as I'm told, and you slip a blindfold over my eyes, leaving my in pitch black, no way to even peak anymore. "Have you been good?" you ask. I bite my lip to keep from answering, knowing that there is no right answer. I also know from previous experience that if I misbehave now, you will punish me, in your oh so delightful ways. "Answer me," you say. "As good as I ever am," I reply. This earns me a small chuckle from you. "Such a typical answer.... Tisk-tisk." You pause then tell me to return my head to the mattress. I do as I'm told, but as you go completely silent, my curiosity is piqued. I wonder what you have planned. Suddenly, I jump as high off the bed as the restraints will allow, as I feel and hear the crack of something striking my ass. You strike me once, and then go completely silent again. As my heart rate begins to slow, I realize that you've got the riding crop, and had hit me with it. As I come to this realization, my heartbeat picks back up in anticipation. No sooner had I finished these thoughts, and you place another smack of the crop on the other side. I try to catch my breath, but you start raining down blows; some soft, some harder. You strike with no particular pattern, no way for me to anticipate when or where the next blow will land. The randomness at which you strike me leads to an even more heightened sense of arousal. I can tell that I'll be bruised in the morning, but I don't care. I focus on biting my lip, knowing that if I take my punishment in silence, you usually reward me. After a few more strikes, you prove that biting my lip was a good idea. "Such a good girl," you say, slowly rubbing your hands over my now reddened ass. "You know what Daddy likes." I purr in contentment, feeling even more pleased at having pleased you than anything else. Suddenly, you grab my ass tight with both hands, causing me to jump at the instant pain due to the beating my ass had just taken. "Such a good girl....When you want to be...." I can't help but smile, even with the pain. You were right, of course. I did like to misbehave, and did it often. Then again, it might have been the punishment I liked, rather than the misbehaving itself. You saw my smile, and instantly knew what I was thinking. You squeezed just a little harder, to let me know you understood. Just as quickly as the understanding showed in your eyes though, was it replaced by mock anger. I knew the second your fingers tightened that it was going to be a fun night. "I'm all yours, Daddy," I say in a quiet, meek voice. At my words, you relaxed your grip on my ass, knowing that I had just given you permission to do anything you wanted. You lean over me, lining your body up with mine so I can feel your cock in the crack of my poor abused ass. "Safe words?" you ask. "Yellow. Red." I respond. These were words we had used forever. Yellow like a yellow light, meaning slow down and red, like a red light, meaning stop. "Good girl," you say, as your stroke my hair. Abruptly, you grab a handful of my hair and pull backwards, tipping my head back as far as it will go. "You are mine. You belong to me. I will do whatever the fuck I want with you, and you will thank me for it. Any complaints will be handled severely. Do you understand?" "Yes," I respond breathlessly. "We'll see," you say. You release my head, and it drops back to the mattress without your hand holding it up. "Look at me!" you say sharply. Quickly, I jerk my head up, you pull the blindfold off. As soon as you do, I meet your eyes. You slowly untuck your shirt, and pull it over your head. Next, you unbuckle your belt, and unfasten your jeans. As soon as you remove your hands, you jeans fall to your ankles. You step out of them, and pull your wife beater up and over your head. I look you up and down, and cannot take my eyes off you. Eventually, my eyes settle on your boxers, and I lick my lips in anticipation of them being removed. You chuckle at my obvious desire, and decide to tease me by ever so slowly removing your boxers; sliding them down your legs at a fraction of an inch at a time. Finally, your cock springs free, and you hear the catch in my breath as I stop breathing for an instant. You laugh, and I just mumble, "Not funny. You should be glad I want you so bad." "Now, now," you say. "Remember, complaints will be handled severely!" I bite my lips, and nod. I know that I'm already going to get what I want. Pushing the limits even further by complaining risks my not getting what I want, so I vow to myself to be careful. You walk to the head of the bed, and I follow you the entire way, wondering what comes next. You reach the head of the bed, and climb on. You move so your back is against the headboard, your cock positioned perfectly in front of my mouth. I can't help myself; the second you stop moving, my mouth encompasses the head of your cock, sucking gently, running my tongue ring all over. Suddenly, my mouth is empty. You've grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled me off you. "Did I say you could touch me? What makes you think you deserve my cock?" you ask. I bite my lip in shame, and look down at the bed. "Tisk-tisk. For that, we'll have to add more strikes with the crop," you say. I whimper, biting my lip, but mange to keep my comments to myself. I know that a smart ass comment could easily turn the fun punishment into a severe one, which I wished to avoid. You release your hold on my hair, and I drop my head, looking down at the mattress. "That's a good girl," you say. I smile a small smile at the praise. "Now," you say. "Now, you may show me how much you love my cock." Jumping at the chance, I quickly move and take your head in my mouth. Only, this time, I don't stop there. I slowly move my head down farther and farther, taking you into my mouth inch by inch, until my nose is pressed against you, and your entire cock is in my mouth. I slowly run my tongue back and forth against the base of your cock, and you moan in pleasure. "Good....Good girl," you manage to say. I take my time worshipping your cock, sliding you in and out of my mouth at different paces and depths. Every once in a while, I'm rewarded with a moan. You reach forward and tweak my nipples, causing me to moan; the vibrations making you moan yourself. You weave your fingers through my hair, slowly tightening your grip. You start to guide my head, controlling the pace and depths to which I move. You move faster and faster, until you are fucking my throat like you would my pussy. I gag, trying to pull back. You hold my head one second more just to prove you're in total control, then release. I pull my head back, panting, quickly trying to catch my breath. As soon as my breathing is under control, you force my head back down on to your cock, face fucking me again. Again, I focus on taking it, not gaging, and pleasing you. This time, I managed to control my gaging, and when you released, you had high praise for me. "That's a good girl; a very good girl." "In fact, I think that deserves a reward," you say. I smile up at you, and go back to worshipping your cock, knowing that you had not given me permission to stop. You grab my hair again, and gently pull me off you. "You do love that cock, don't you?" you ask. I simply nod. You smile down at me, and brush my hair out of my face. "About that reward....." you say. Slowly, you move out from in front of me, sliding off the side of the bed. I follow you with my eyes, but know better than to move my head. I lose sight of you, and close my eyes, shaking slightly with anticipation. I feel the mattress move as you climb onto the bed behind me. You nudge my legs father apart, and then retighten the restraints. You move behind me, and I can feel the heat pouring off your body. Specifically, the heat of your cock right next to my pussy was driving me crazy. It takes all my focus to not move, knowing that any movement will result in more teasing before you enter me. You must have read my mind, as you say "Good girl. I know you want that cock. How's this?" you ask, as you run the tip over my clit, just barely brushing it, driving me crazy with desire. All I can do is moan slightly, unable to create sentences in my head. My moan deepens to almost a growl as you plunge into me, burying yourself as deep as possible in one smooth stroke. Automatically, I arch my back, taking you in deeper. You slide in and out, each movement bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Just before I can climax, you pull out of me completely. Quickly, you untie my feet, and move to the head of the bed. You untie my hands, and tell me to turn over. As soon as I get on my back, you're reaching for my hands again to retie them. Only, this time, I'm face up. As soon as my hands are secured, you move back to the foot of the bed, and retie my feet. When my feet are done, step back and stand at the foot of the bed, just looking down at me. You can't help but smile as I blush, embarrassed by your appreciative gaze. You step back up to the foot of the bed, and place your hands on my feet. Slowly, you kneel on the bed, and run your hands up my legs, over my hips, up my arms, and to either side of my head, being very careful to avoid all my sensitive areas on the way. With a hand on either side of my head, you lean down to kiss me. As your lips meet mine, I feel that familiar spark. Quickly, the kiss goes from a simple, gentle kiss to a passionate, tongue tangling kiss. I struggle against the bonds that keep my hands from being able to touch you, but find that my earlier assumption of not being able to get free was accurate. I moan with displeasure at finding that I'm not able to touch you. You chuckle, and end the kiss. You slowly kiss a trail of kisses from the corner of my lips, to my ear, down my neck, across my collarbone, and down the center of my chest, until you reach my bellybutton. There, you pause to dip your tongue in, and I arch my back as you do, the sensation like one I'd never known. Again, you chuckle, and kiss your way down. Just before you reach my clit, you turn slightly, and continue kissing down one leg, and back up the other. Finally, when you reach the top of the second leg, you lightly flick my clit with your tongue. You have built up the anticipation so much that I feel as though I could climax over such a slight touch if repeated a few times. You must have sensed how close I was to the edge, and begin to kiss a trail up to my nipples. You focus on one, then the other. Nipping, sucking, licking and massaging each one in turn, giving me a chance to back down from the edge. Finally, I have it under control, and you kiss your way back down. You kiss my clit gently, and then slightly harder. As you play your tongue over my clit, making me moan, you slowly penetrate me with one finger. I squirm as much as possible, wanting more. I whimper, and teasingly, you ask "What? Not good enough? Fine then, I'll stop." As you slowly start to remove your finger, I say, "No! Please. Don't stop.... It feels so good...." You laugh at me, and insert a second finger. My breath catches as I take a deep breath, the second finger catching me totally unaware. Just as I get used the two fingers, you insert a third, gently nibbling at my clit, making me moan and beg, shuttering with need. Finally, just when I can't take it anymore, you stop. You kiss your way back up to my lips, and plunge your tongue into my mouth as your cock mirrors the action in my pussy. Feeling your cock filling me, your tongue holding my mouth captive, and being bound and at your mercy finally prove to be too much, and I climax, covering your cock with my juices. You smile down at me with pride, knowing that you have an effect on me that no one else ever has, and that I love that fact. You move in and out of me slowly, dragging out my climax to the max. When I finally calm down, I smile up at you with that look of satisfaction on my face. You smile back at me, knowing what's going through my mind. "Oh. We're not done yet. Not even close, baby," you tell me. With that, you reach behind you, and unfasten the restraints on my ankles. "Hands stay, but I'll give you your legs back," you say. As soon as my legs are free, I wrap them around your waist, pulling you back to me. I can feel your cock pressed against me. All it takes is that little bit of contact, and instantly, I want you inside me again. Using my legs for leverage, I move my hips up and down, causing my pussy to rub against your cock. Almost instantly, you grab my hips, and still them. "Lift up that ass," you tell me. As I follow directions, you rub my ass cheeks, digging your fingers in every once in a while, reminding me of the delicious pain your crop caused earlier. Between the feel of your cock pressed against me, your fingers digging into my stinging flesh, and the look in your eyes, I can't stand it anymore. "Please, baby.... Fuck me....." I beg. "That's what you want?" you ask. I nod emphatically. "I need you inside me. Please," I plead. You remove one hand from my ass, and use it to grip yourself. 'You asked for it, slut," you reply. You place the tip of your cock at my ass hole, and somewhat quickly, bury yourself in my ass. You feel me tighten as my breath catches for a minute. You freeze, allowing me to adjust to the size of you. After a minute though, you can't take it, and start stroking in and out. "Baby, please..... Ow..... Slow.... Please baby....." I mumble. "What did you say?" you ask. I shake my head, realizing what I said. You pause, giving me enough time to use a safe word if necessary. At my silence, you simply say "That's what I thought. Just for that....." your voice trails off. I feel your fingers dig into my hips, and you start sliding in and out of my ass even faster. I hold my breath for a second, the pleasurable pain overtaking me for a minute. "I told you. Complaining would be handled severely. You know better." With that, you pick up the pace yet again. Soon, I can't help it. I start moaning, moving to meet your thrusts and whimpering every time you pull out. Slowly, I feel one of your hands leave my hip, and trail across to my pussy. Then, suddenly, you're pinching my clit, and I start to climax almost instantly. The feeling of my climax pushes you over the edge, and you moan my name, filling me with your cum. You collapse on top of me, reaching up to undo the restraints on my wrists. The minute my hands are free, I pull you in for a kiss. I kiss you with every feeling I have for you behind it. My tongue invading your mouth, teasing you into chasing my tongue with yours. I let you pull back, until your lying next to me. I move, so I'm cuddled up in the crook of your arm, and together, we fall asleep. Good Girl I live in an apartment right above this little factory that turns old clothes into rags for the metal-finishing trade. It's in Bridgetown, a run-down industrial part of the city that most businesses fled long ago, mainly because it sits in the shadow of one of the worst gang-infested housing projects in the city. Or did. The projects are gone now, torn down and replaced with luxury hi-rise condos, but the neighborhood still has the dark, haunted feel of gang turf, with decrepit and abandoned buildings and trash-strewn empty lots, urban wreckage everywhere. The neighborhood's pretty safe now, but the people in the hi-rises live behind heavy security and still drive through it with their car doors locked and their windows rolled up, eyes kept straight ahead. Because of all that, urban renewal's been slow in coming, and rents are dirt cheap in the buildings still standing, and parking is easy on the deserted streets. The neighborhood's really a kind of hidden gem, and it attracts a certain kind of urban pioneers: outsiders, misfits, artists, drop-outs. Sexual outsiders too. The area's no-man's-land atmosphere seems to attract these little specialty kink bars with heavy front doors and barred windows, catering to a whole spectrum of freaks and deviants -- flaming gays, trannies, D/s and leather people, dopers, swingers. The area's getting a rep as a Mecca for kink tourism and we get a lot of people from the burbs and the better parts of town coming down to slum and show-off in a real life urban dystopia. That means we get a lot of amateurs and wanna-be's, but that's okay. They keep the place relaxed and there's rarely any trouble. It's lawless in the best sense of the word. I ended up here after my last life crashed and burned, so I generally didn't take advantage of the various entertainments and opportunities at the kink bars. Sex had become kind of stale to me, and the whole idea of relationships just too complicated to deal with. It was a cold-cereal-and-TV existence, and it didn't help that this story happened during the winter, when the cracked sidewalks and potholed streets were already crusted with old snow and black ice. It was hot in my place, though, because the factory downstairs left the boilers running all the time and the steam leaked into my place through the ancient plumbing. So even on nights when the wind howled off the lake and rattled the glass in my windows, I could still sit around in my shorts, my apartment hot as a greenhouse from the leaking steam. And I spent a lot of time sitting around in my shorts, staring at the lights of downtown and wondering how I'd managed to fuck things up so royally. But on occasion I needed to get out, and when that happened I'd just walk a few blocks down to one of the bars, buy a beer and sit in a corner and watch people. That's as close as I really wanted to get to them. I liked Sal's 850 Club, an ancient workingman's bar that had somehow become the center for the specialty clubs, a kind of jumping off point. There were all sorts of pervs at Sal's, though the leather-and-Lurex crowd predominated. People drove for miles to get to Sal's, and after a while you recognized the same people week after week. That gave the place an unusually festive air for a BDSM joint. People came in groups to party and schmooze with their friends, so they didn't bother a solo drinker. So it was at Sal's on a Friday night that I saw this girl sitting at the bar in a pink dress. She must have been there a while because I certainly would have noticed her coming in, but as it was, I didn't pay her any attention till I was well into my beer. She was a beautiful girl, dark and Spanish-looking, and her dress stood out mainly for its plainness. It was a nice dress but looked overly formal and old-fashioned for Sal's, kind of girly and wholesome. It almost looked like a prom dress, the kind they wore when I was in high school, and for a while I wondered whether she might have gotten lost on her way to a homecoming dance and had ducked into Sal's to wait for someone to come pick her up. She wore very un-promlike hi black boots with wicked heels, but maybe her good shoes were in her car. Or maybe she was a hooker who specialized in this homecoming queen look. It all seemed very odd. She was alone at the bar with her coat draped over the stool, nursing what looked like a coke. People entered and walked by her without a glance, and she didn't seem very interested in them, so there went the hooker theory. She just sat there looking a little bit lost, but politely so. I couldn't figure her out—definitely younger than most of the crowd, with long curly black hair, and from what I could tell, a fantastic body. What really fascinated me was her look of wholesomeness. She almost glowed, like a rose in a briar patch. She intrigued me. She had to be lost. She had to be someone whose car had broken down or had otherwise become stranded here and was huddling in Sal's awaiting rescue. It didn't seem like a good position for a girl like her to be in. After a time, when it was just the two of us at the bar, I leaned toward her. "Excuse me? I don't mean to pry, but are you waiting for someone?" Her look was polite and guileless and the innocence of her eyes surprised me. I was wearing a plain old sweater and jeans and must have looked pretty non-threatening compared to the rest of the crowd, and I'm older too, which sometimes has its advantages. She decided to trust me. "Yes. Sort of. But he's awfully late, and I'm getting kind of worried. Maybe I should call a cab..." "Oh? Is he a regular? Maybe he's someone I know. I'm here a lot 'cause I live just down the street. Does he live around here?" "I don't really know where he lives," she said. "His name is Calvin but I don't know his last name. He says people call him Sir Calvin." "Sir Calvin?" I asked. A lot of people here were Sir Someone or Lord Something or Mistress Whatever. "I don't think I know any Sir Calvins. What's he look like?" She played with the straw in her drink and shrugged. "He had brown hair, around shoulder length? But he dyed it so he said now he's blond. And a beard, kind of like a goatee, but that's blond too now, with brown streaks. He said I'd recognize him from his brown leathers and his cowboy boots. He wears green cowboy boots, he said. He said everyone knows his boots." I immediately knew who she was talking about: a loud and burly dom who liked leading his women around on a dog leash and making them kneel at his stool as he held court. The man was an asshole if I was any judge, one of those guys who confuses egomania with sexual dominance. I didn't see any reason to tell her any of that, though. "So you're meeting him for the first time?" "Yes." "Kind of a blind date?" She shrugged. "I guess." She turned those brown eyes on me. "I met him online. He's an online friend." Down at the far end of the bar a man in vinyl chaps was leaning over and hooting in mock pain as a woman pretended to slap his exposed ass with a paddle. Friends stood around and laughed and offered advice. I picked up my drink and moved over so I was one seat away from her. "Let me buy you a drink. You've been nursing that one for a long time, and I don't know if you really want to be sitting here alone. I'll keep you company till your guy gets here." She sighed. "I don't think he's coming. He's like two hours late." "No messages?" "No. And he won't let me call him. He has a rule." I nodded. I didn't know exactly what she was looking for down here dressed like that, but I was pretty sure it wasn't anything she was going to get from Sir Calvin and his dog leash. I called Skip the bartender over and ordered refills. Skip was a flamboyant twink with an attitude, but we got on well enough. He poured me some Irish and made her a rum and coke and put the glasses down in front of us. I paid and slid him a five and signaled with my eyes to keep them coming. I turned to her and put my hand out. "My name's Aiden." "Becca." Her lipstick was fresh and shiny, and she had a gorgeous mouth, her lips full and a bit pouty and a beautiful contrast to the innocence of her eyes. All her makeup was perfect and flawless, which was something rare around here. "Glad to meet you, Becca." I shook her hand, small and soft in mine. "Again, I don't know if this is any of my business, but did this guy tell you what kind of place this was you were going to be meeting him in?" "He told me it was in a bad neighborhood, and that I should take a cab and not drive myself, but he said it was pretty safe once I got inside. He's supposed to drive me home. " "Uh huh. But this...?" I nodded toward the spanking scene at the end of the bar, which by now had dissolved into general laughter. She glanced over. "Oh, that? That doesn't bother me. I thought it would be something like this. That's why I wanted to come. I wanted to see what it was like." "Ah. Okay." I sat up. "Just wanted to make sure you weren't lost, or someplace you didn't want to be." Oh no," she said. "That's very sweet but I'm alright. It doesn't bother me at all." She took a sip of her drink and smiled at me over the rim of her glass, holding my eyes for a moment. "I guess I don't look the type?" "Oh, I don't know. I mean, who knows? You can never tell. It's not— I mean..." I backpedaled frantically and then gave it up. "No, actually. You don't look like the type. Not from the way you're dressed and all. Your attitude, your look." Her smile widened and took on a bit of slyness. "Good. 'Cause I'm not, really. I'd never do this kind of thing usually, coming to a bar to meet some guy. And especially not this kind of bar. I don't do those kinds of things." I smiled. "But what? You're curious?" She didn't blush, but she came close. "I guess you could call it that. Curious." She tossed back a strand of hair in a way that was both innocent and provocative, then took a sip of her drink. She looked right into my eyes. "And what about you? You don't seem quite the type either. No leather, no chains, no makeup..." "No," I smiled. "I was never much of a one for high fashion. It gets expensive. And it's not what's important anyhow." "But don't you miss out? You still hang around here?" "I live around here. And yeah, I like to watch. Old habits die hard." She finished her drink and pushed the glass away, and I ordered her another. She didn't object. "So tell me: how does it work, then? Do you have a slave?" She'd taken me by surprise. "A slave? No. No, I don't have a slave. I don't do things like that." "But you're a Master, right? A dom?" I smiled. "I don't know what I am anymore, and I don't worry about it. But yeah, I do like having my way with a woman, that kind of control. Or did." "Did?" "I'm in a slow period now. A lull. It's kind of complicated." I turned back to my drink. "It's a relationship at heart, like any other. And relationships take work, and have problems, and issues. It's not just a matter of putting on your leathers and chains and giving someone orders." "That's too bad. I'm sorry to hear it. Maybe it's just a matter of inspiration?" I looked up into those clear brown eyes. "Maybe." "Did you beat them and make them kneel? Did you call them names and make them do whatever you wanted? Did you make them call you Sir or Master, like Calvin?" Her face was serious. I shook my head. "Everyone's different. You do what works for you." "I'm asking because I really want to know." She drew herself up and looked into her drink. "I know I'm not the type. I've always been the good girl. Never been in trouble, never hung out with the bad crowd. And it's worked. I've got a good job now and I work with some really nice people. I don't get paid a lot, but I have a good future so... That's who I am. I'm kind of stuck with it. I even still live at home with my mom so I can help out. Kind of pathetic, isn't it?" She shrugged. "And then I come here..." I nodded. I unwrapped a cigar and put it in my mouth. She went on: "I mean, I'm not a prude. I dated a lot and the guys were always very nice to me, very respectful. One even proposed. Can you imagine? Of course I said no. I'm not ready for that. I'm not sure I'll ever be... So I don't know why I'm suddenly curious about all this, or why I should be meeting men online and even agreeing to meet them in real life. It's just not who I am. It's almost kind of creepy." "Yes it is," I said. "The meeting strangers in bars part is." "Of course, it really depends on who that stranger is," I quickly added, and she laughed. "You seem like a very nice man. Like someone I can talk to. Because, honestly, that Cal was a little bit of a jerk." "Sir Calvin? I wouldn't be surprised." She looked at me and I looked at her, and in an instant all the memories of what it is to want someone came flooding back. I felt a stirring in my chest and in my groin, and I felt desire rise in me like a dinosaur from a swamp, jaws strong and teeth gleaming. As if sensing this, Becca took the opportunity to spin slowly around on her stool and look\ toward the back of the bar, turning like a model on a turntable, letting me see the complete package. I had to smile but my heart was starting to race. "Oh wow!" she said. "That's a real jukebox back there, isn't it? I tore my eyes from her and glanced back at the old Seeburg. "Yeah. Came with the place. Still works too, far as I know." "Can I play it?" I pushed a dollar at her. "Hope you like '80's music." She slid happily off her stool and went to the box. I sucked on the unlit cigar and studied her more closely. The dress might be odd but it fit her amazingly. Just the right amount of cling to show off her ass as she walked; just enough tension in the front to strain a bit against her big tits. It had just the right mix of suggestiveness and naiveté: the kind of dress a good girl would wear. I hadn't planned on this. I wasn't even sure it was really happening. But there was little doubt that she was showing herself off to me as she leaned against the jukebox. Some guy from the spanking party looked her over, and a biker type in a muscle shirt approached and spoke to her. She gestured toward me in an I'm-with-him kind of way and the guy left. There was always the chance that it was some kind of pick-up scam, but if so, why pick on me, the shabbiest guy in here? And why the almost home-made dress? She came back to the bar and slid onto her stool. "I don't know any of those songs. And that guy was creepy." She nodded at my cigar. "Are you going to light that thing? Or just suck on it?" She smiled. I took it out of my mouth and looked at it. "Oh! Right. What am I doing? You can't smoke in here anyhow." "I didn't think so." "Listen, Becca: it's getting pretty late. If you're going to call a cab, you'd better do it now. A lot of cabbies won't pick up down here this late. They still think it's gangland." "Oh?" "But don't worry. I'm just a couple blocks from here. I can drive you home." "Oh," she said. "That's so sweet. But I really don't want to be any trouble." I stood up and dropped some money on the bar. "No trouble. Come on, Becca. I'm just down the street." She didn't take long to decide. She stood up and I helped her on with her good-girl coat and waited as she pulled on a gray stocking cap and leather gloves. She even had a knitted scarf she threw around her neck. She looked adorable bundled up like that. I put on my coat and led her out into the night. The street was dark and the wind was fiercely cold. The stores around here had been boarded up years ago and the streetlights were dim and neglected so it was hard to see, but I was used to it. When I offered her my arm, she took it and pressed close. If she was reminding me that she had breasts, she needn't have bothered. "You kind of remind me of my Uncle Mike," she said. "Is that good?" "Yeah He's my favorite. He always called me princess." "Princess," I repeated. "Yeah, I can see that." We came to an intersection illuminated only by a hanging traffic light, which dutifully turned red as we approached. Automatically we stopped, though there wasn't a car or a soul in sight. Some trash blew down the cross street and the wind gusted cold. I turned my face away from the bitter wind. Becca clung to my arm and shivered against me. I pulled her back and out of the wind, back into the shelter of a long-shuttered pharmacy doorway and I looked at her face, tinted red by the glow of the stoplight. Without even thinking about it, I kissed her. I just took her coat in my hands and pulled her close and kissed her. She wasn't startled or surprised. She 'd known it was going to happen so she let it. She didn't resist, but she didn't really kiss back either. She just stood there and let me kiss her. But the effect on me was electric and instantaneous. I pushed her back into the darkness of the doorway, back against the cold brick wall and pressed myself against her, holding her face in my hands as I kissed her and fed on her mouth as if drawing sustenance from those lips. I was suddenly on fire for her, as if all the pent-up need of the last year had suddenly burst like a dam and flooded me with desire. I kissed her and she let me but I needed to feel more of a response than that, some acknowledgement of the ferocity of my need. Instinctively I opened two buttons on her coat and slid my hand inside, seeking her warmth. I found her breast, heavy and full in my hand, and warm through the fabric of her dress. I squeezed it. I massaged it. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her and squeezed her breast and finally I felt it: the barest whisper of a moan against my lips, her admission of desire. I stopped, a little shocked by my loss of control, still holding her breast in my hand. I leaned my forehead against hers and tried to regain some composure, and we stood there like that, the steam from our breaths mingling in the cold air. My hand continued its exploration inside her coat and my fingers found the little bump of her nipple beneath her bra and I stroked it. I felt it rise up to me as if begging for attention and I took it in my fingers and pinched it, softly at first, and when I heard her moan I did it harder. She gasped, a little sound of surprise, and leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, waiting. I pinched it again and again she groaned, arching her back against the brick and pushing herself into my hand. Then she caught herself and pulled back, bringing her shoulders up shyly. But I'd seen. I'd heard that little cry. She liked the pain, the roughness. She liked the way I squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple and there was no hiding it now. I pinched it again and gave it a little twist and her gasp was louder this time, her pleasure more obvious. She bit her lip but didn't pull away and didn't try to stop me and right then I knew who she was and what she wanted. I knew it exactly, like I knew my own name, and it was just what I wanted too, what I'd been looking for. "Good girl," I whispered. "You are a good girl, aren't you Becca? And aren't you a little tired of it." She whined softly and kept her eyes closed, but I knew she was listening to me with the same rapt attention she was giving to my fingers on her nipple. "Aren't you a little tired of everyone treating you like a little princess and being so nice to you and polite showing you so much respect that you're starting to choke on it?" I pinched her again and she trembled. "No," she breathed. "No. You're wrong. No..." I had the urge to reach my hand up under her dress and shock her with my touch, but it was too damned cold and I didn't want it to be that kind of shock. Good Girl I pulled my hand from her coat and took her wrist. "Come on. Let's go. Before we freeze out here." We walked quickly and in silence, our heads ducked against the wind. She held her coat closed but didn't rebutton it, and pressed and herself close against me again, but differently now, as if she didn't want to break contact. I could feel her trying to say something, struggling for words. When we were almost at my place I stopped and turned to her. "Look," I said. "I know what you want to say. I know you really are a nice girl and you really don't do things like this usually, and I believe it. But I also know why you came down here tonight to meet that guy and what you were hoping he'd do. He wouldn't have, but I will. I'll give you exactly what you want." I gestured down the block. "There's my car. Say the word and I'll drive you home right now or wherever else you want to go. Otherwise you're coming upstairs with me." She said nothing, keeping her eyes down, and that was answer enough. I took her wrist and led her through the door and up the stairs to my place. As soon as we entered, the close, cloying warmth of the steam escaping from downstairs surrounded us, as if we'd stepped from the arctic into some tropical jungle. I closed the door and threw our coats on a chair and immediately turned to her and backed her up against the door. I liked having her against a barrier. I liked that she couldn't back away. I kissed her, leaning my weight against her, holding her face in my hands. She turned her head, breaking the kiss. "I really don't do things like this. I'm not--" "I know. But you like this, don't you? It excites you." "I don't know. I mean I... Are you going to tell me what to do?" "Yes. Everything." "I'm kind of nervous." "I know. That's good. I like that." I kissed her again and her eyes closed. Her lips yielded expectantly to mine, her resistance fading like an ebbing tide. I took her tits in my hands and she jumped when I touched her, as if she were wired with high voltage. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so I took her wrists and pressed them against the door at shoulder level, pinning her there. That brought a little mewl from her throat, a sound of submission and surrender as her desires overtook her. She stiffened briefly on instinct, but then melted into my hands, her body going slack and her breath deepening. She liked being held. She liked the security of being forced. "Come with me." I led her into the living room and sat down on the sofa and pulled her down into my lap. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her as I found the buttons on her dress and started undoing them, then broke the kiss and took her hair and pulled her away so I could watch her face. I wanted to see her face as I undressed her. I wanted to see how it made her feel. The buttons popped open easily from the pressure of her breasts, and soon the bodice split apart like an overripe seed pod and she was revealed: red satin bra a size or two too small. It overflowed with tit flesh. I took a breast in my hand and felt her shudder. I let go of her hair and she looked down at my hand on her. Her face was flushed, almost as pink as her dress. "They're sensitive, huh?" She answered in a breathless whisper: "No. Not usually. Not like this. Your hands... " The bra was tight. I worked my fingers into it and saw her look of agonized pleasure as I found her nipple and began to tease it, I felt it tighten and spike into hardness. Becca put her arms around my head as if cradling me and drawing close would protect her. "No," I said. "You don't do anything unless I tell you to. No touching, no hugging." She removed her arms and bit her lip but said nothing. I tried to free a breast but the bra was too damned tight. I made her sit up and worked an arm out of her sleeve so I could slide the strap down her shoulder, and when I finally peeled the cup down her breast spilled into my hand like a piece of fruit. She felt incredibly good —warm, soft, giving. I traced circles around her areola and then pinched her lightly and tugged, letting my fingers slide off. Becca shuddered and repressed a groan. "You like this, don't you? You like when I'm rough with them." She whined softly and turned her face in denial but I could tell she did. She was a good girl and men had always treated her with respect, and she didn't want that any more. That's why she'd dressed up and put on her best bra and come down to that seedy dead-end club to meet this Cal: because she wanted to be taken and forced and pulled out of herself. Because she was tired of polite love and wanted to feel some passion and desire. I pinched her nipple and twisted it, then lowered my head and sucked it into my mouth and Becca moaned and held my head against her, forgetting my instructions. She held me and offered herself, wanting me to take more. I slid her off my lap and onto the sofa so she was half-reclining. Her skirt rode up her thighs, exposing the stockings she wore. Red stockings. I hadn't noticed because I hadn't really looked, but she wore red stockings and knee-high boots. She'd really pulled out all the stops when she'd dressed for Sir Calvin. But stockings or pantyhose? "Pull your skirt up," I said. "What?" "Pull it up. Up to your hips. I want to see what you're wearing." She hesitated. It wasn't something she was used to doing, revealing herself like that. She couldn't bring herself to do it. I got up and took her wrist and pulled her to the center of the room. "Stand up. Take your dress off. Let me have a look at you." "Aiden!" She tried to pull the dress closed over her exposed boob, but it was no go. Suddenly she was shy. I flopped down onto the couch. "Go on," I said. "Take it off. Take your dress off. I want to see you." It's a much different thing for a woman to be undressed in the heat of passion than it is for her to stand there and coldly reveal herself to a man's gaze, and Becca was uncomfortable and uncertain. "You wanted to be told what to do. So I'm telling you." I said. "Do it. Undress for me." She slowly finished unbuttoning the dress and opened the belt. A wisp of hair fell into her face but she ignored it. She drew her other arm from the sleeve and pushed the dress down over her hips. It slid to the floor. "Let it fall. You can pick it up later. Now stand up straight." She was wearing stockings. And a garter belt. They were both red. Her panties were red too, and she was stunning. She stood up straight so I could see her, her eyes focused on a point "Did Cal tell you to dress like this for him?" I asked. "No," she said. "He just asked me to wear a skirt." I took my time looking at her. The black boots, the red stockings and garter belt, the red panties and the bra half off, one breast exposed. Aside from a thin gold chain around her neck and some metal bangles, that's all she wore. "Turn around." She turned slowly so I could see the taut stretch of her panties across her ass, the pinch of her waist and her soft feminine back. "Face me." She turned back, her face and chest flushed pink with embarrassment, but maybe with a little pride too. She still wouldn't meet my eyes but she knew how I was looking at her. My cock was still hard. It had been hard ever since I'd brought her inside, and now I made a show of how uncomfortable I was. She knew. She knew what she was doing to me, and she fed off my arousal. I opened my pants and pulled down the zipper and I saw her eyes flick to the bulge in my shorts—just a glance. I ran my fingers over my cock. "Take off your panties," I said. "Leave the stockings and garter belt. Take off your bra. Just drop them where you stand." "Aiden..." "You call me 'Sir'. It's Sir from now on." "I thought you didn't care about that." "Things have changed," I said. "You call me Sir. I don't want any doubt as to who's in charge. Now do it." The thrill of command. The even bigger thrill of obedience. Becca unsnapped her garters so she could remove her panties and I kicked off my shoes and socks and worked my pants and shorts down over my hips. I peeled off my sweater and tee. It was sweltering in there and it felt good to get my clothes off, and I sat there naked on the couch and watched her. She wasn't quite so shy anymore. Even so she turned away to remove her bra. She was starting to perspire, and tendrils of black hair clung to her back and shoulders as she let it slip down her arms. The bra had left red marks in her shoulders and back from the weight of her breasts, though when she turned to me I didn't see where she'd lost much lift. She was trimmed, her pubic hair shaped into a small patch. She didn't seem to have much trouble showing me her pussy, but she kept on nervously covering her tits. "I'll tell you what I want you to do," I said. "I want you to come over here and stand in front of me with your legs outside of mine. I want you to lean over and put your hands on the back of the sofa on either side of me and stay like that. You're not to touch me or do anything else. Understand?" She nodded. I scowled. "'Yes, Sir' is the customary response." "Yes. Sir." She came over and did as I said, her legs outside mine as she leaned over and put her hands on the back of the couch above my shoulders. Her breasts hung heavily over my chest. Her pussy was inches from my cock, and her face was close enough to lick. For the first time I noticed she had freckles. I gripped my prick and started to slowly pump it. "So how is it? Taking orders and not being treated like such a good little girl? Does it make you angry?" "No, Sir." "Does it embarrass you?" I reached up and stroked her hanging breasts with my fingers tips till I found her nipples again and began to tease them. "Yes, Sir. A little." I smiled. "Does it embarrass you because you suspect you're a little slut inside and you want me to prove it? Because you want me to make you do things? Does it embarrass you because I saw how you dressed beneath your clothes to meet a stranger in a bar so you could give yourself to him?" I could hear her breathing. She bit her lip to keep it from trembling, and even in the heat of my apartment I could feel her radiating something, some sort of feral need. "Your nipples are getting hard," I whispered as I continued to play with them. "They're like two little lie detectors, Becca. I can tell when you're telling the truth, so don't lie. Are you wet now? Are you starting to feel all slippery and empty down there? Are you thinking about how I'm going to fuck you?" Again a little moan, a slight shudder. I hadn't been lying. Her nipples were growing stiff and turgid as I played with them. "Does it excite you when I call you bad names and tell you you're a slut and a whore? Do you like that I know what you want? Does it excite you that I know what you're thinking?" Her face was flushed and her lips swollen and parted. Her eyes were squeezed shut but she nodded, whining softly. "Yes," she breathed. "Yes." I felt a little thrill in my chest, a sudden flush of heat at her confession. "You know, sometimes I have to spank good girls or use a little whip on them to teach them to be bad. Am I going to have to do that with you? Do you need to be spanked, Becca? Do you need that hot little ass whipped? Answer me." She shook her head, eyes closed. "There's only two reasons to spank a woman. Either because she's too slutty, or because she's not slutty enough. Which one are you, Becca?" "I don't know, Sir." He voice was a whisper. I let go of her breasts and held her hips. "Spread your feet. Lower yourself onto my cock. Just a bit. Slow. Slow. I'll tell you when to stop." I guided her hips and pulled her down till her naked pussy just made contact with my dick. I let go of her and took my cock and used the head it like a plow to open her furrow and spread her labia. She was hot and sticky and more than ready for me, and she groaned deeply when I made contact with her. I studied her face at first, excited by her look of rapt concentration, but then had to look down at the sight of the tip of my cockhead between her lips, just beginning to penetrate her. Her voice was all breath. "Please. Please..." I pushed her back and stood up, took her arms and guided her down onto the sofa the way I wanted her. She was totally compliant, a rag doll burning with need and willing to do whatever I wanted. I arranged her with her knees near the edge of the sofa, elbows on the back, ass up, thighs apart. She mewled softly, especially when I made her part her legs and sway her back down to expose herself. It was a lewd and revealing posture, and it excited her. Her labia were puffy and swollen, her little slit glistening with a stream of moisture. I stood behind her and ran my hands over her body, over her ass and up her flanks, over her back and beneath her to grab those heavy swinging tits. I was breathing hard myself and made no effort to disguise it. I was on fire and excited as hell at having her in this obsequious and submissive posture. My cock felt like it might burst, but I had to maintain my control. "This is how a slut kneels for her master," I said. "This is how she presents when she wants to be used. You look gorgeous like this, Becca, like you were made for it. You look impossibly fucking beautiful!" I parted her labia with my thumbs and she jumped, shocked at being touched so intimately. Automatically I swatted her ass, a sharp little smack that brought a squeal of alarm. "Don't move! I told you you're not allowed to move!" "Yes, Sir." She was all pink and glistening inside, wet with arousal. I slid the first knuckle of my middle finger into her and watched it disappear into that puddle of torrid female flesh. Becca gasped and put her head down on her arms. "Push back." I said. "Take my finger. Show me you're ready." "Oh God! No! I can't move!" "Come on. You've certainly had a finger in you before. Push back. You expect me to do all the work?" I swatted her again and Becca whined and stole a glance at me over her shoulder. She started to press back. I felt that little pussy yielding, sliding up my finger. I felt her muscles working, clenching and relaxing as she swallowed me. Her garters were stretched tight down the cheeks of her ass like big red welts. Her fingers gripped the back of the sofa as she dug in with those her carefully manicured nails. "Push!" I yelled. She rocked back and I slid my finger into her heat. It sunk into her pussy like into quicksand and she stifled a wail. I knew it wasn't the pain. It was the humiliation, the exposure. It was her embarrassment over the pleasure she felt at being used this way. I pulled it out and wiped it on her ass so she could feel her own wetness, and returned with two fingers, working them into her as she gasped and moaned kneeling in the sofa before me like some pagan sacrifice. "Ohh!" she moaned. "Slow, please! I'm not used to it." So I did it slow, giving her time to adapt. Once they were in I stroked the backs of her thighs, calming her, petting her. I stroked her ass, soothing the spots where I'd spanked her. I began to move my fingers slowly in and out. Not very far, just to give her some sensation and make her aware she'd been penetrated. She was breathing hard, little moans escaping her parted lips. She felt feverish inside, unusually hot. Her thighs clenched and quivered. "She's a greedy little pussy, isn't she? Is that what makes you so bad, Becca? This hungry, greedy little cunt? And you such a nice girl." I spoke low, barely above a whisper, but she shivered at my words, actually shuddered. It excited her when I called her names. "She likes being fucked like this. She likes when I play with her, Becca. She's all wet and swollen, and opening like a little flower. She's starting to leak. Pretty soon that juice will be running down your thighs." She tried not to breath. She didn't want me to hear the way she was panting or her moans of pleasure and shame. But I had her just where I wanted her, on the knife edge between being good and her desire to give in to all her dirty desires. The room was quiet. There was only the soft hiss of leaking steam and the gentle sound of the plastic on the windows bellying in from the wind outside. It was so quiet I could hear the thick, viscous sounds of my fingers working in the wet swamp of her cunt, and I could hear Becca's muffled whimpers as she heard it too. Or maybe it was her reaction to the finger I'd extended to slide along the slippery hood of her clit as she knelt before me. "And you were going to give this to that Cal you met online? I know that guy. I've seen him there. He would have put you on a leash and made you crawl around. He would have made you get down on your hands and knees and lick his boots. Is that what you wanted? Is that what you were looking for?" "No, Sir," she said. "No..." "It's this, isn't it? This is what you wanted. You wanted someone to teach you how to be bad. Tell me, Becca: are you very orgasmic? Do you cum from sex?" "Mmmm... Only sometimes, Sir." Her voice was soft and far away. "And are you going to cum now? Is this going to make you orgasm?" She laid her head on her arms, eyes closed. Her hips had started moving. "I'm already close, Sir." I pulled my fingers out of her clutching pussy and she slumped as if I'd let the air out of her. I went to the desk and got a condom and tore it open. I didn't know her and she didn't know me and I didn't want to take any chances. It was the least I could do. I unwrapped it and peeled it down over my cock. It was whitish and made my prick look like some surgical device. She knew what I was doing. She must have. There's a big black picture on the wall above the sofa and she would have seen my reflection in the glass if nothing else. She said nothing, keeping the position I'd put her in, kneeling on the edge of the couch with her ass up and elbows on the back. But she knew what was coming. I got behind her and put the head of my cock against her. I ran my hands down her back, then under her. Of course she knew what was coming. She hung her head and bit her lip as I pushed into her and I saw the toes of her boots curl up as far as they were able. Her whine turned into a wail as I filled her, and I pushed until that wail became a little cry and there I stopped. I leaned back till I could look down between us and see her pussy stretched around my cock like a fat rubber band. She was amazingly hot inside and wonderfully tight. I could feel my racing heartbeat echoed in the throbbing of my cock. "Oh fuck!" I growled. "Fuck!" She felt so good and it had been so long, and the image of her kneeling there and presenting to me like a bitch in heat was almost more than I could bear. I filled my hands with her soft tits and pushed harder, leaning over her back and flattening her ass cheeks against me. "Come on, Becca! Come on. Push back, baby! Take me!" I straightened up and started to fuck her, my hands going to her flared hips and rocking her back against me. "You want to be a bad girl? You want to be my little whore? Well this is how you do it. Fucking me like this on your hands and knees. Taking my prick inside you and loving it!" "Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God!" Her fist was in her mouth, the other still clenched on the sofa as I pumped into her, and I could feel her excitement just by looking at her. tell just by looking at her how good it felt to be fucked this way, to be taken without choice and without reservation and with no thought for the consequences. She didn't have to impress me and I didn't have to impress her. She didn't have to do anything to prove herself or make it good. She only had to kneel there and be fucked. She had the freedom of a sub, freedom from responsibility and freedom from guilt or doubt, freedom to feel everything I was doing as I slid my cock in and out. Good Girl I reached under her and forked my fingers around the hood of her clit and squeezed and Becca wailed. She immediately tried to grab my wrist but I smacked her ass again. "Hands on the sofa, slut!" "Oh please! I'm close! I'm so close!" My hand was too much. Too intense. I removed it and grabbed her hips again and pumped into her, slammed it into her. She fucked me back, holding onto the back of the couch and rocking on her knees, screwing her hips around obscenely so she could feel me everywhere. The flat, wet smack of my loins against her ass forced anxious little grunts from her lips and made her big tits swing wildly. It was dirty, primal fucking in all its savage glory and I wanted her to feel what it was like. I wanted her to know what it was like to be taken utterly and without apology or excuse. But it was too much for her and she was already halfway gone. She tried to fight it. She tried to hold it back and deny it, but I was fucking her like a runaway train and there was nothing going to stop me now or get in my way. The condom numbed me and insulated me from the sweet suck of her pussy, so I was able to watch her go. I was able to see her dissolve into orgasm. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back against me, thrusting deep to make her feel me. "Oh God I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she wailed. "Oh God! Don't stop! Don't stop...!" I didn't stop. I didn't stop. I fucked her through her orgasm, punching it into her when she needed it hard, holding still inside her as I felt her pussy weaken and tremble in the reflexive spasms of sexual climax. I looped an arm under her belly and held her against me as her legs turned to jelly and all strength left her body, and I held her there till the crisis passed and she managed to collect the shattered bits of herself. I hadn't cum. I wasn't done with her. "Come here," I said, and she moaned wearily. I picked her up and flopped heavily down on my back on the sofa. My cock slipped out but I still held her against me with her back against my front. Again I showed her what I wanted her to do, not even giving her time to recover. I made her sit on my lap and straddle me, and I slid down on the sofa so my cock was more or less vertical. When she tried to close her legs, I pulled them open so she knew what I wanted. "I can't, I can't. Not now. I can't move! I can't do anything!" "Try," I said. "Just try it. Get on me. You want to know what it's like? Then do it. Try." She managed to lift her body enough that I could reach between us and take my cock in my hand and press the head against her opening. Her legs were still weak and shaky, but we managed, and after that it was mostly a matter of gravity and sexual anatomy. Becca slid down over my cock with a strangled cry. She squeezed her eyes closed as she sensed the betrayal of her own body. She slumped back against me, defeated. I put my hands under her thighs and lifted. Her stockings were damp with perspiration and slippery, but I lifted her up an inch or so and then let her fall, skewering her on my cock. I did it again. And again, and finally she moaned and started to revive. She pressed back against me and dug her nails into my thighs, then tried to close her legs. "No! Keep them open!" I pulled her knees apart so they were obscenely spread and she was totally exposed. "Wide! Like this. Like a dirty little slut. That's how a bad girl does it, legs wide, crazy to be fucked." "Oh God you're so deep! You're still hard!" "Yes, baby. I am. Now you do it. Fuck me. Fuck me like a little whore, Becca. Ride me and make me cum!" "I can't!" she mewled. "I can't!" "You can!" I smacked her ass again and she yelped. It was like cracking a whip over a pony. Suddenly she found the strength to lift herself up and slide back down, taking my dick into her. She held my knees and lifted with her thighs, but soon she was bouncing on top of me, head back, groaning, tits jouncing. Her hot juices trickled down my balls. Her pussy was limp from orgasm and almost flaccid, but I didn't care. I wanted my cum. I needed it, and I was going to get it. I took one of her hands and pressed it against her pussy. "Play with it! Masturbate as you fuck me! I want my little whore to beat off for me! Rub your clit!" She moaned loudly and refused, but I held her hand against her and pressed and finally she relented. She started to vibrate her fingers against her clit, the tips brushing my prick as it pistoned in and out of her. I could feel the vibrations inside her. That was it for me. Her ultimate barrier had been breached and there was nothing left to do but give myself over to the pleasure of the beautiful girl. She was conquered, freed, liberated, and she started fucking me harder, putting her heart into it, glorying in her new role. She was in bad girl heaven, the very image of what she'd both wanted and feared to be. I heard her whine that she was going to cum again and heard the astonishment in her voice, but I wasn't thinking about her now. I was close myself, and the pressure was unbearable. There was just one more thing to do. I pushed her off me and stood up. I yanked off the rubber and made her get down on her knees and beat me off. "Watch it!" I gasped as she pumped me frantically. "Look at it! I'm gonna cum. I want to you to see it. I want you to see what you did to me!" My head fell back and I groaned. I felt my thighs clench and my balls pull tight as electricity shot up my legs and my spine and finally my scalp. Pleasure so intense it almost hurt, and then the exquisite explosion of all that tension and desire. Thick gouts of semen spurted from my cock and splattered in her hair and against her shoulder and breasts as Becca gasped in shock at the violence of my release and the volume of cum that poured out. She kept pumping till I was empty and beyond and it started to hurt my over stimulated nerves. I had to tell her to stop. She looked up at me with eyes shining. And then she opened her mouth and licked me clean, and when she was finished she gathered my cum from her body and licked that up too, lapping and swallowing and humming softly in her throat. The story's long enough so let me summarize— I became her lover, her secret sin tucked away in this bad part of the city. She'd come over at night and on the weekends and hang up her office clothes and put on whatever I told her and I'd take her as a slut, pushing her up against a wall or tying her to my bed or to a chair, violating her and making her do things. "My slut," I'd whisper. "My dirty little cock-loving whore!" Becca would writhe and moan and whisper, "Only for you. Master! Only for you!" And I'd smile as I tightened the ropes that held her ankles apart or got the vibrator out of the nightstand and slid it along her thighs. "Yes, baby. Only for me..." Then in the morning she'd shower and dress and do her makeup and turn back into the good little girl, all sweetness, innocence, and light, and off into the world she'd go. Good Girl Hi, my name is Abby and I've got a little bit of a dilemma. See, I'm a nice girl, twenty-something with a good job, a new car and my own apartment. People tend to view me as sweet, perhaps innocent, occasionally nerdy and definitely a bit quirky (as evidenced by the skull surrounded by fluffy unicorns on my desk). People tend to watch their language around me and tone down their behavior, presumably for fear of offending me. Oh, and I blush a lot. I'm a redhead with very fair skin, so it's totally noticeable when I do and I do it quite a bit. And that really only reinforces the perception that I'm a sweet, naïve young lady. And I'm fine with that. I want to have a wholesome and respectable image at work, with my friends and in public in general. The problem, my dilemma, is more of who I'd rather be when the bedroom door closes behind me. I've had a few boyfriends, but they've always been so gentle and tender and, well, loving, with me in the bedroom. Which I can't say is a bad thing... I do like to be a princess and be spoiled. If a man wants to lavish me with attention and caresses and kisses, there's not really anything wrong with that. It's that I know I need something else too. Something that nice girls can't ask for. Something that nice guys would never think of doing to a nice girl like me. Now don't misunderstand. I don't have difficulties in the bedroom or anything like that. I love sex and have orgasms relatively easily. I love to go down on a man and have him do the same for me. It's all good. The real problem is that sometimes I don't want it to be nice or tender or affectionate. Sometimes I just want to be fucked. I want a man to grab me, shove his cock into me and hammer away relentlessly, totally disregarding my pleasure, simply using me for his. That in itself isn't an easy one to bring up with a boyfriend. I don't want to be judged by him or thought of as a slut, at least not outside of the bedroom. Nice girls aren't supposed to want things like this, so it would seem like there's something wrong with me, right? But that's not even the whole story. There's more to this than just wanting to wake up the next morning feeling sore down there; feeling ravaged. I have lots of fantasies that spring from the same premise: a man using me for his pleasure. Completely. I fantasize about being tied up, helpless, at his mercy. Sometimes it's spread eagle on the bed, other times it's on my knees with my wrists bound behind me. And more elaborate things too. The common theme is that I'm powerless. He can do whatever he wants to me and there's nothing I can do to stop him. I'm his pleasure toy. I also want to feel the stinging pain of his hand across my ass or the sharp stab from his fingers pinching my nipples. Or the burn in my scalp from him tugging roughly on my hair. Or the crack of a belt across the backs of my thighs. Yes, I know there are labels for this, but I don't really want to be labeled "submissive." (and BDSM is totally beyond the pale). Even if "submissive" happens to be an accurate label, it's too at odds with who I am outside of the bedroom. You know, like I don't hesitate to give my boyfriend head, but I don't want to be labeled a cocksucker either, see? So the real issue here is that I'm a respectable girl. And I would never date a man who wasn't respectful of me, who didn't treat me like a lady, who didn't shower me with love and affection. But I want all this other stuff too and I don't know how to get it from the nice guys that I invariably date. They don't want to take charge or be demanding and forceful. I need a fucking caveman once in a while and the guys I date are just too considerate. I want to come home to a man that occasionally gives me that look, the one that tells me we're "on." And on the heels of that look, he pulls me to him, takes a rough kiss from me, turns me around and ties my hands behind my back before spinning me back around and forcing me to my knees in front of him. He's a man who will pull out his cock and stuff it into my mouth, whether I want it or not. I want to walk in the door thinking I'll be telling him all about what happened to me at work and the next thing I know, I can't talk at all because he's shoving his thick cock all the way to the back of my throat until I'm nearly gagging. Yes, I dream of being on my knees in front of that man. Oh, how fucking wet my pussy gets just thinking about the way he would grab me by the head or hair and pump his cock in and out between my lips, fucking my face. I could have drool pouring out the corners of my mouth, running down my chin that I can't wipe away because my hands are bound. The same with the tears streaming from my eyes. And he totally wouldn't care... he'd just keep grunting and thrusting his cock into my mouth because that's what he wants to do. My pussy is wet and tingly just thinking about it. Maybe he'd say things to me that would make it dirtier, naughtier, sexier too. Ask me if I want his cum for my dinner (which I totally would, btw) or ask if my coworkers would suspect how wet I get when he fucks my throat. Something evil and mind-fuckingly hot like that. Because I'm a good girl and things like that shouldn't turn me on. So when he says them and they do turn me on, I feel like such a dirty little slut. Maybe he fucks my face and throat until he cums in my mouth. Oh, I'd sooo love that. I admit that I really get into giving head and I get really turned on making a man cum. I like it even better when I'm a totally passive vessel, simply holding my mouth open for him to use as his sperm receptacle. And yes, I always swallow. It's so intoxicating to taste a man's most masculine essence and feel it slide down my throat. There's something inexplicably erotic about having his warm sperm in my belly. As much as I love to feel a man cum in my pussy, there are times when I'd prefer he cum in my mouth, let me experience the heat, the texture and the flavor of it, savor it and consume it. Feed on it. I guess I have to admit there's a certain submissiveness to swallowing a man's cum that plays into my (dare I say it) submissive desires. Or maybe he doesn't cum in my mouth. At least not yet. Maybe he grabs me by the hair and yanks me back to my feet, pulls down my jeans and then bends me over the dining room table. My pussy is sooo wet from him using my mouth that he could slip right in, but he doesn't. There's a stinging slap across one cheek of my ass, then the other and suddenly my pussy is flooded with fresh wetness, even as my ass burns from his spanks. I yelp and whimper, as my body tingles with a delicious pain-and-pleasure cocktail. Maybe he rubs his hand on the welts, helping to assuage the sting... before slapping my ass yet again, harder this time. Oh, that would probably get me wet enough that my juices would start running down the insides of my thighs, if they weren't already. When he finally enters me, I moan out in ecstasy. He glides in because I'm so wet already. And the feel of him pushing roughly past my pussy lips only creates more wetness. Of course, my hands are still tied, so I'm lying with my cheek on the table, unable to brace myself when he begins to ravage me relentlessly from behind. He's like a fucking jackhammer, trying to demolish my insides with his rock hard cock. It might be no more sensual than having a baseball bat shoved up my cunt, but god help me, I love it and want more and more of it. I cum at least a couple times, screaming, panting, before he grabs my hair and yanks my head up off the table. The pain is like a lightning strike, electrifying my pussy and pushing me to yet another orgasm. And just when I feel like every nerve ending in my body is overloaded and I can't take it anymore, his finger will push into my ass, turning my head inside out with pleasure and setting off a whole string of orgasms. Only his strong frame behind me, pinning me to the table with his angry cock, keeps me from falling to the floor. I'm screaming, begging, whimpering... I don't even know what I'm saying; I'm so lost in a cloud of orgasmic euphoria. My pussy is clenching over and over on the cock impaling me, covering it with a generous glaze of my many orgasms. Then I'm being yanked upright, my scalp again on fire and again that fire jolts my pussy. His cock slips out of me, causing my whole body to shudder from the sudden emptiness. In a haze, I feel him spin me around and even though I know what he's doing, my body doesn't move on its own. Not that I need to. He's going to move my body where he wants it. I feel his hands on my shoulders and before my mind makes any conscious decision to do so, I'm down on my knees again. He likes me this way, this perfect fuck of mine. He likes me to kneel before him as he stands over me. He also likes to make me suck my own juices from his cock, something that always makes my pussy tingle. Sometimes he squeezes my nipples viciously while I pleasure him and the resulting flash of heat between my breasts and pussy make it difficult to concentrate on him the way I should. Sometimes he makes me tell him what I want. He knows I want him to cum in my mouth. He knows I want to swallow it in the worst way. He knows if he steps back and waits, I'll fucking beg him for it. So if he's in a mood to, he'll stand just out of reach, his hard cock glistening with my cum and saliva, waiting, taunting. And I'll have to beg him for it. When I beg him to let me have his cock back in my mouth, he asks why. And he makes me tell him that I want him to cum in my mouth. And again, he asks why. So I tell him because I need to swallow it. And again he asks why. There's no real answer to that question though. It's just a burning need coursing through my whole body... a fire that can only be quenched by gulping down the thick, salty strands that erupt from his cock and splash against the back of my throat and coat my tongue. It's too primal a need to be able to articulate. So I reiterate that I need it, I NEED it and beg him to feed it to me. That's when he makes me confess. I know the words. He's very specific about them, so naturally I know them quite well. First, he makes me say, "I'm a cocksucker." Then, stroking my now blush-reddened cheek, he makes me say, "And I have a cum fetish." I hate that word, "fetish." It has more negative associations in my mind than "cocksucker." But there's really no denying that it's true. There really isn't much I won't say or do at this point to get his cock back into my mouth so I can drink that gods' nectar from his pulsing shaft. He looks me in the eye with smug satisfaction, having made me say those words, made me confess them. But he steps up to me, slapping me in the face with his wet cock a few times, which I know shouldn't make my pussy throb, but somehow it does. Then finally he lets me have what I've been begging for. And I feel at once elated and slutty. Slutty, because he just proved he can get me to say just about anything at that moment. I'm like a junky staring at my fix and I don't care what I have to do to get it. And we all know what we call a girl who will do anything for a mouthful of cock and cum, right? But the elation turns that sluttiness into a good thing... I know I was raised so totally different than this and I should be totally ashamed. But it's sooo hot and exciting and gratifying that, in the heat of the moment, I love being his slut. His cumslut. With my hands tied, sucking him off takes a lot more effort, of course. Not only can I not caress his balls and stroke his shaft while I lick his vein, I can't brace myself. He, naturally, likes it that way. He says it makes me demonstrate just how badly I want it. Isn't that cruel? Making a girl who was raised to think this was immoral work even harder for it, as if to prove her immorality? And I do want it as badly as I've ever wanted anything. That's the thing. So I bob deep and fast on his shaft until I feel that telltale swelling, combined with his moans and hip thrusts, that lets me know my reward is on its way. When that first big blast hits the back of my throat, well... there are no words. If someone could capture that moment and bottle it, I'd want to buy a whole warehouse full of it. There's a euphoria that I get from feeling his release, tasting it, from knowing that I've brought him to this height of ecstasy. Then I swallow it ravenously, gulping it as still more pours from his cock onto my tongue. I don't stop sucking either. I want every drop, so I keep bobbing aggressively to drain him completely. When I'm done, I want his balls to be shriveled and empty, all of their goodness down my throat in my belly. Then he tells me I'm his good girl. Ironic, huh? I've just done something that a good girl (say, by my mother's definition) should never do. But to him, a good girl is one who swallows his cum. And somehow his definition matters more to me right now. Naturally, I blush at his words. A modest girl always blushes when she's complimented on her cocksucking. He helps me to my feet, unfastens my bonds and kisses me with passion. His hands wrap possessively around me, pulling me close against his muscular body. He knows what he has in me... I am a perfect toy for him, so compliant, so willing. The way he holds me tells me he appreciates what a rare and wonderful thing I am. If I'm lucky, he'll tell me that a few of his friends are coming over to watch the game tonight. And if I make him a nice dinner, he'll tell me suck their cocks and let them spray their cum on my face and on my breasts and down my throat. The mere suggestion starts the wetness flowing between my legs again. That shouldn't turn me on, should it? But it does and I want it. All of it. So you see my dilemma, right? There's this side to me that no one really knows about. A side that has powerful wants, desires and needs. But being the proper lady I am, I can't easily talk about them. And the men I attract and am attracted to are men who would never do anything like that on their own. They don't have that selfish, dominant streak that could use me the way I need to be used. So what's a girl to do?? Good Girl "You're doing a wonderful job." "Sir?" I look over the top of my glasses at you as I put the files away. You grin at me as I close the drawers, "You're keeping my office so organised and tidy! I'm going to have to think of some way to reward you...." I roll my eyes at you, "Sir, its my job, I don't need to be rewarded for doing my job." As I bend down to open one of the drawers I hear you chuckle. "You're such a good girl." I pause. "Sir?" I try to keep my voice steady, but it sounds like a squeak rather than confidence. I rummage around in the drawer, attempting to buy some time to compose myself. "I said, you're such a good girl..." Each word drips off your lips like its coated in velvet, all soft and rough; a deep rumble in your throat. My knees start to shake. I close my eyes and get ready to compose myself and stand up.... and feel you come up behind me... Your hands encircle my waist, thumbs rubbing either side of my spine as you step close, bringing your body flush with mine. I reach up to steady myself against the filing cabinet, arching my back as your hands slide under my skirt, pushing it up over my arse... You growl approvingly at what you see... Stockings and a barely there g-string... You rub yourself up against me, I can feel your cock through your pants, hard and hot against my bare skin... I bite my lip and close my eyes as I push back against you. Your hands tighten around my waist pulling me more firmly against you, your foot against the inside of mine, pushing my legs apart. You slide your hand down over my arse, slipping it between my legs to run a finger over the material of my g-string... You growl again, your finger coming away damp. "You. Are. Such. A. Good. Girl." Each word punctuated by you thrusting against me... You slide your hand back between my legs, and pull the flimsy material aside, your fingers rubbing the flesh underneath... My breath catches as you slide a finger into me, and my aching wet cunt spasms around it. You thrust into me a few more times, rubbing your wet finger over the plump lips and back up and over my tight little rosebud... You push against it with your finger, and I let out a low moan... "Whore." You spit the word out... Hard. Harsh. I shudder. I hear you slide the zip of your trousers down, and can only imagine what your cock looks like. I feel you rub the thick tip of it along my cunt, coating it in the wetness that drips from it. You push it against me, the head pops past and your thick hard cock fills me completely. I whimper softly and clench hard around your cock... Your hands grip my hips and pull me more firmly onto your cock. You begin to thrust slowly, long smooth strokes, stretching me apart, your hands pulling me against you... I thrust back against you, matching your strokes, using my muscles to squeeze you tight. You pick up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, the sound of skin against skin gets louder... Soft sounds fall from my lips, matching your pounding... I feel hot, light-headed, my knees start to tremble... all I can focus on is the feeling of your cock stretching me apart. You groan and your cock swells, your breathing loud and erratic... the trembling spreads from my knees and up my body as my impossibly tight cunt spasms, clenching even tighter around you... I moan loudly and my knees give out. You catch my hips and whilst still buried inside me, you drop to the floor with me. You stay still for a moment, relishing the feel of my muscles spasming and trembling. I whimper, face buried in my arms, facedown on the floor. "Good girl..." Its a whisper, soothing, calming... You begin to thrust again, hard, fast... My hands grip the floor as you pound into me. Faster, harder, one hand pulling my hips, the other pushing me down onto the floor. I whimper, I moan, I beg you to fuck me harder... I beg you to come inside me... Your cock swells impossibly large inside me, and you groan loudly... I feel you jerk and spasm inside me as you thrust a few more times... You slow... and with a final thrust that makes me shudder, you stop... You lean forward, still buried inside me and whisper in my ear... Its a gentle loving caress... "Good girl..." Good Girl The clock has barely struck five when I hear your car pull up. Quickly, I light the last candle on the table and take in the spread I have prepared. It's nothing special -- just chicken and roasted potatoes -- but I've worked very hard to please you. I always want to please you. I hear you come in and shut the door. "Smells great, babe. I'm starving." You take off your shoes, empty your pockets, and assume your usual place at the table. As we eat, you tell me about work. We briefly discuss the finances for the week. Nothing out of the ordinary, for a Wednesday. Except, that I can almost feel your deep, brown eyes staring at me every second. I look up to meet your gaze and stop to really take in your features. Those deep, all-knowing, yet oddly soft eyes, framed by lashes thicker than any man should have a right to. Your dark, thick, yet well-kept brows; your soft, supple lips -- the ones I love to nibble. Feeling you taking in my features, too, I go back to my dinner, turning a slight pink color as I anticipate what is to come. You kindly help me clear the table and do the dishes. Doing one final wipe of the table, I feel you move behind me. I smirk. I feel you press closer to me, your hands on my hips, and your hot, steady breath at my neck. I push my soft, round ass against you and arch my back slightly as your soft hands glide their way down the front of my pants, stopping only to caress my curves along the way. Your long, nimble fingers find their way to my clit, and you let out a soft chuckle as you realize I am already slick with my own juices. "I see someone is ready for me," you whisper, giving my clit a sharp flick. I can just picture the mischievous look in your eyes. Suddenly, you remove your hands and turn me around to face you. You look at me for a brief moment before pressing your lips against mine. You stop to look at me again, this time with a glint in your eye, telling me you were plotting something horribly, pleasurably evil. Before I could ask what it was, you raise your hand and strike me across the face -- hard. It stings, and I can feel it immediately get hot. I could feel myself getting hot. "Honey, I—" "Master. You will call me Master. Understood?" Feeling shocked, angry, and completely aroused, I nodded timidly. "Say it." "Yes...Master." "Good girl," you reply with a smirk. I can't help but to feel anxious as I wait for your next move. "On your knees, girl," you growl. I obey. You slowly unzip your pants, letting your stiff cock spring out. I could feel its heat near my mouth. "Well, it's not going to suck itself," you say nonchalantly, wagging it in my face. You grab my hair and forcefully guide my mouth to your waiting dick. I take you into my mouth. I can taste your salty, but slightly sweet flavor as I swirl my tongue around your hot flesh. I hear you let out a soft moan. I continue taking you in and out of my mouth, letting my teeth just barely drag across you. I feel my pussy aching for you. Almost as if you read my mind, you pull me up by my hair and shove me face down into the table. You kick my legs apart and tear my pants and underwear down with a fierce pull. Hoping to feel your cock slide between my lips and into my hot, ready slit, I'm surprised to feel you shove your fingers into my hole. I let out a long, guttural moan as you pound them into me repeatedly. "Are you ready for my cock, girl?" you ask forcefully. "Yes," I moan. I feel you retract your fingers and dig your nails into me as you drag them down my back. "What was that?" you ask, as I bite back tears of pain. "I didn't understand you. I said..." you grab my hair and pull me backwards. "Do. You. Want. My. Cock?" "Yes, Master!" I screamed, fully enjoying being your slave. You push my head back to the table and slam your hard cock into my long-awaiting cunt. As you pound away at my tight pussy, I can hear you grunting savagely. I feel every inch of your member as you slide effortlessly in and out of me. I can feel myself getting closer to coming all over you. After a few short but brilliant minutes of rhythmic slamming, I feel you shove your cock into me one last time as you come for me without warning. I feel your warm, milky juice spread inside my pussy. You let out a final grunt. Before I know it, you pull your finished cock from between my legs and spin me around. You strike my face once more. "That's for not coming for your Master," you smirk. "Maybe next time you'll be a good girl." You go upstairs and leave me naked, alone, and wildly turned on. Good Girl It's hard for an educated woman to turn her head off. That's part of the joy of being a submissive. None of the decisions are yours. When you can't refuse anything and can't even move, those voices in your head go silent. All you can do, and all you are permitted to do, is feel." ― Cherise Sinclair, Dark Citadel * Daddy told me he had a special surprise for me, some friends of his who wanted to meet me. He had already promised them that I would be their fucktoy for the night, that I was a very good girl who would do anything they wanted, and that he was proud of his little slut and wanted to share her. I showered, taking time to make myself especially clean and soft for Daddy and his friends. I shaved, making sure my legs and pussy were smooth and bare, washed my hair with the special sweet-smelling shampoo, and smoothed scented lotion all over when I was through. When I finished I was soft and smelled of sexy musk and sweet cream. I knew that by the end of the night, it would all be for naught; by the end of the night, my hair would be a tangled mess, it and the rest of my body would be covered in sweat (mine and who knows how many men) with cum crusting here and there. But I wanted to arrive looking fresh and pretty for Daddy, so that he would be proud to share his little slut. I arrived at the address (one of Daddy's friends opened his house to this evening's fuck-fest) and Daddy met me at the door. As he kissed me he murmured "Are you ready for this, slut?" I looked him in the eyes and said "Yes, Daddy. I'm ready. I want to be your little fuckslut and make you proud" "Let's go inside then." Daddy led me downstairs to a large finished basement. As we descended the stairs, I could hear many men's voices, and I began to get nervous. As we entered the room, at least 10 men turned to look at us, well, at me...I was their toy for the evening. Seeing all of them look at me like that, like a piece of meat, or maybe a cheap hooker, made my legs tremble and my heart leap into my throat; despite the fear, my pussy nearly gushed with wetness. Before I could say a word, however, Daddy put his arm around my shoulders, stopping me in the middle of the room, and said "Here she is, my little slut. She's such a good little slut that I brought her here to share with all of you tonight." I looked at Daddy, he was looking at me with such pride in his eyes that all my nervousness melted away, and all I could do was smile at him sweetly. He led me to the bed that had been placed in the center of the room for the evening. "Ok! Let's get this party started!" It was one of the other men in the room, Daddy smiled "Rules first, gentlemen." "There's a basket of condoms on the table, everyone wears one, no matter what hole you are in. If you would like to cum on her, feel free; her hair, face, and tits are all ready for your cum. Don't do anything that will leave marks, and if she says stop, you stop." As everyone nodded their assent, Daddy turned to me and told me to get undressed and kneel at the foot of the bed. As I knelt, Daddy unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock, "You're my slut, I'll take your first. Suck my cock you dirty whore." With Daddy's cock in my mouth, my pussy was now so wet that I could feel it dripping onto my legs as I knelt on the floor. After a few minutes, Daddy grabbed my hair, pulled me to my feet, and shoved me onto the bed. "Make me proud baby girl", he murmured as he stepped away from the bed. "Ok boys, there she is, have fun!" The first man walked up to the bed, grabbed my legs, and pulled my pussy to the edge of the bed. He spread my legs and without hesitating, plunged his cock into my soaking wet pussy. I grabbed the bedsheets and moaned at the fullness in my pussy, and as I turned my head, I could see the rest of the men, pants off, beginning to play with their cocks as they watched me get fucked. Within seconds, I had a cock in each hand, as well as the one in my pussy. As soon as the man in my pussy came and pulled out, another cock took his place. After a moment or two, the man in my pussy pulled out and demanded "Flip over slut, I want to fuck you from behind." I rolled over and he rammed his cock back into my waiting pussy. One of the guys who's cock I had been jerking while on my back now moved in front of me on the bed, grabbed my hair, and slid his cock into my mouth. He slowly fucked my mouth, and the other guy fucked my pussy from behind. This went on for some time, fucking and sucking, no time to rest; as soon as one cock was removed from my mouth or pussy, another one took it's place. By this point, my pussy was dripping so much juice that I was certain there had to be a wet spot on the bed below me, and I had already cum so many times that I had long since lost count. Daddy knew, I could see him as the men in my mouth traded places, smiling at me from the side of the bed. I could see his cock in his hand, rock hard as he watched me being fucked and used by all these men. As the next cock slid into my mouth, I saw Daddy lean over to the man next to him, but I couldn't hear what he said. The man smiled and disappeared from my view. Moments later, I felt the cocks in my pussy and mouth slide out. Daddy moved behind me, and I heard a click, then felt the cool wetness of lube being teased into my asshole. One of the other guys climbed on to the bed, and as Daddy thrust his finger into my ass he growled "Mount him slut. Climb up on his dick." I whimpered with pleasure and did as I was told. "Now lean forward, I'm going to fuck your ass while he fucks your cunt." I shuddered and leaned forward over the man in my pussy. Daddy slowly and gently slid his cock into my ass, and he and the man in my pussy began to fuck both of my holes at once. "You want one in your mouth too, slut?" Daddy growled in my ear as he fucked my ass. "Yes Daddy, yes please!" I managed to choke out. In seconds, another man climbed onto the bed and slid his cock into my mouth. Now all three of my holes were filled and I was almost delirious with pleasure. All around me I could hear the sounds of the rest of the men as they watched me write and moan on all three cocks. Some commented on what a slut I was, what a nasty, dirty little whore my Daddy had found. Some were jerking off, watching this live porn right in front of them. Even the ones who had already cum were hard again. "Let me cum on her back" I heard one grunt. Daddy leaned back, pulling a handful of my hair with him, as the man spilled his load on my back. The man in my mouth, seeing this, jerked his cock out of my mouth, yanked off the rubber, and exploded into my face. I didn't even have time to wipe my face before another cock replaced his, fucking my mouth as the man beneath me rammed deeper into my pussy, and Daddy let go of my hair in order to grab my hips and plunge into my ass. Several of the men took turns jerking their cocks and covering my back in cum, the rest fucked my mouth one by one, tearing off their condoms and giving me the facial of a lifetime. As the other men finished and stepped aside, the man in my pussy thrust himself deep into my belly and groaned as he came. When he finished, Daddy slipped out of my ass and grabbed the wet towel that had been lying next to the bed. "On your knees, slut!" I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, face to face with Daddy's cock. He handed me the towel, "Wipe your face, whore. Then wipe my cock." I cleaned the cum from my face, and then used the towel to carefully clean off the thick, hard cock in my face. "Good. Now, since you were such a good little slut and you made all of my friends cum, I will let you suck my cock and swallow my load." I looked up at him, smiled, and said "Thank you Daddy" as I lowered my lips to his cock. I sucked and licked Daddy's cock, sliding down to lick at the base, just above his balls. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and took each of his balls in turn, sucking and tugging gently. Sliding his cock back into my mouth, I tightened my lips around it and began to bob up and down. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to feel my Daddy cum because of me, and to taste that cum on my tongue, and feel the heat of it running down my throat........... As I swallowed the last drops of his cum, Daddy put out his hand to help me to my feet. I got up, shaky on my feet, leaning on his arm for fear of falling. Daddy pointed across the room "There's a shower in there, don't close the door, or the curtain." Yes Daddy" Daddy tipped my chin up so I was looking him in the eye "You did well slut. I'm proud of you" As I murmured my thanks, he slapped my ass and laughed "Now go get cleaned up, you filthy fucking whore!" Good Girl He stands, silent and brooding in the corner of the room, watching as she hitches her skirt up around her thighs and sinks to her knees inside the doorway. Eyes down, she kneels; feet together, knees wide apart, back straight and her hands facing upwards, one on top of each knee. His gaze sweeps over her; taking in her fitted blouse; open as he'd instructed to reveal a deep valley of cleavage and a hint of black satin; the straight skirt, pulled up over her thighs showing the lace stocking tops. He watches silently as she kneels, totally still, awaiting his command. Long minutes pass. She doesn't stir, eyes remaining downcast, not seeking him out; mouth closed, not questioning. No murmur of discomfort passes her lips as her knees rest on the cold, hard, wood floor as the hands on the clock sweep round. He watches her chest rise and fall, her breathing slightly quicker than normal, the apprehension growing as nothing happens. He feels himself start to grow hard, observing her continuing obedience. Then, suddenly, he moves; the noise of his footfall on the floor startles her and he notices her eyes flick up to him, widening as she sees him approach, before she remembers herself and drops them to the floor again. He stands before her, his arousal evident in his trousers, his hand rubbing over himself and she cannot help herself. Her eyes slide over him and upwards to see his face above her, watching her and he hears the soft whisper of two begging words, "Please Sir..." He delivers a swift slap across her cheek, reminding her of her lack of respect and she drops her eyes back to the floor, feeling the warmth of his hand-print on her face. He watches for a moment, hearing the catch of her breath and smiles softly, indulgently at her before unzipping his fly to release his shaft. Holding it in front of her face, he tempts her, but she keeps still, resisting the temptation, knowing she has to wait. Finally he presses it against her lips and she opens her mouth and moves swiftly to slide it over the head. Her tongue flicks and teases before she takes him further, as far as she can without gagging and starts to fellate him, remembering to keep her hands firmly in her lap; even though she aches to touch him she knows what he likes. She feels the evidence of her arousal sliding from her, soaking her panties as her mouth moves over him, sucking the head, then taking him deeper. She hears him moan once, and then feels his fingers slide into her hair, gripping tightly as he starts to move. Deeper and deeper he forces his cock into her mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat, making her choke and gag. As he fucks her mouth, strings of saliva cling to his cock, dropping onto her chin and throat as he withdraws. Her eyes water and she grips her skirt tightly between her fists as his thrusts get faster and harder, pushing deeper, hands gripping tight to the back of her head, forcing himself into her throat. She gags again, coughing up more saliva. Her groan of pleasure vibrates along his shaft and he responds with a guttural cry. Juices drip from her and she knows her panties are sodden. His moans get louder and more frequent. As the thrusts increase in tempo, she feels the familiar fizz of his seed, bubbling at the base of his cock and she knows her reward is coming. She feels one hand release from her head and watches him grasp his shaft as he pulls out from her mouth and strokes, the other pulls on her hair, yanking her head back as he grunts and shoots his load across her face. One, two, three spurts of hot seed burst from his cock, covering her face in goo. Finally he stops, then presses the tip of his cock back into her mouth and she obediently flicks her tongue and licks the last droplets of seed from his slit. Then she watches as he pushes his cock back into his trousers and zips himself up again. As he looks down at her face, messy and streaked with spunk and trails of mascara, he hears the whispered words, "Thank you, Sir." He smiles down at her, taking pleasure in the view of the slut before him. Then as he turns to walk away, she hears his voice, quiet but strong. "Good girl." She smiles. Good Girl The delicious aroma of onion and garlic simmering away in butter filled my nostrils as soon as I opened the door to my apartment. I smiled to myself. I loved it when Laura came over unannounced. "Hey, Sweety," I called, as I disgorged the contents of my pockets on the side table. "Daddy!" Laura beamed, skipping around the corner from the kitchen and throwing her arms around me. She pressed her body hard up against mine and buried her head in my chest. I closed my arms around her, feeling her slender frame, and enjoying the delicate contours of her back through her blue spaghetti strap singlet. I kissed the top of her head, and inhaled the tropical scent of her shampoo – coconut and something sweet I couldn't identify. She craned up to face me, the strands of dirty blonde hair that had escaped her ponytail falling off the sides of her black-framed glasses. I swallowed her smile in a soft kiss on her lips. "I wasn't expecting you until next weekend." I couldn't hide the delight from my tone. "Yeah, I know. I just wanted to see you this weekend. You don't mind, do you?" "Of course not," I replied. "It's all right with your mother?" Laura hummed a positive response, and turned back to the kitchen. I let my eyes fall to her ass as she padded away across the timber floor. Below that powder blue singlet, her seductive curves were clad in nothing but a tiny pair of white cotton panties. I exhaled deeply, savouring the vision. "So what are you cooking?" I asked, as I rounded the other side of the kitchen bench. "Just a bolognaise. Nothing fancy." "Smells good," I encouraged. Laura shot me a sweet smile over her shoulder, then returned her attention to the pot on the stove. I lingered a moment, enjoying the view, then announced, "I'll change the sheets for you." "Thanks," she said, reaching for another ingredient to add to her concoction. I only had a one bedroom apartment since the divorce. But when I had Laura every second weekend, I would give her my bed, and I would sleep on the sofa bed in the living room. Initially it was about being a gentleman and showing her how a man should treat her. However, as the years passed, and she blossomed into such a beautiful young woman, my noble intentions waned somewhat. I never changed the sheets after she left. Instead, I would revel in the scent she left behind – her shampoo, her perfume, her musk. Sometimes the smell was particularly earthy around the centre of the bed, which I was convinced was evidence of her masturbating. I loved it. A few months earlier, when I found a pair of her forgotten panties under the bed, I actually took the day off work to celebrate the discovery. Far from my finest hour, I nearly ripped the head off my cock, while holding Laura's dirty panties to my nose. I don't know where my perversion came from, and sometimes in those dark moments, I feared I would become one of those freaks who sneak around sniffing bicycle seats. But what gets me through is the thought that it somehow comes from a good place. I just love my daughter so much. Please, let that be it. As I finished straightening up the clean doona, the phone rang. I bundled up the dirty sheets, now too far soiled with my own body odour to be worthwhile anymore, and headed out into the living area. Laura was ignoring the ringing phone, instead pouring over her pasta sauce. I thought that was odd. My teenage daughter would crawl through broken glass to answer a phone. I cradled the dirty linen in one arm and answered it. Then immediately wished I hadn't. "Hello, Karen," I finally interjected when my ex-wife took a breath in what turned out to be only the beginning of her tirade. Holding the phone between my ear and shoulder, I continued on with what I was doing, walking around to the laundry by the front door. She and Laura had had another fight, and judging by the level of her agitation, it was a whopper. I only half listened as I loaded the washing machine and set the cycle running. I didn't really care what had started this one. Laura was a good girl. She was always well-behaved and respectful, at least with me. In fact, she was the warmest, sweetest, kindest young woman I knew. And Karen, I knew, was a real bitch. Whatever had kicked off this argument was almost certainly my ex-wife's fault. Karen was whining about how Laura didn't respect her, as I made my way back out to the kitchen. I could only manage to get in grunts of acknowledgement as she banged on and on. Laura, however, was rigid at the stove, doing her absolute best to pretend I wasn't talking to her mother behind her. "You know, she only wants to stay with you because you're right in the city," Karen spat through the phone. I rolled my eyes. I'd heard that little chestnut before. Now Laura was eighteen and could go out drinking with her friends, my place in the heart of the city was the perfect crash pad. And that, as far as her mother was concerned, was the only reason Laura had been coming over more and more lately. The comment was designed to hurt. And that, it did. She knew she'd landed a painful blow, and went in for more. The accusation that our little daddy's girl had me wrapped around her little finger followed. According to my ex-wife, I was an indulgent parent who was only interested in being Laura's best friend. "She needs a father," Karen attacked. "She's got one," I shot back, unable to hold my tongue any longer. I left Laura standing tensely by the stove and closed myself in the bedroom to finish the argument. "You never step up! You always make me be the bad guy!" Well, you're so good at it, I thought to myself. She really had no idea what sort of father I was. Nor what sort of man I was, for that matter. "And I'm the one that has to deal with the consequences," her tone finally shifted from anger to despair. "Look, I'll take care of it," I said finally after several more minutes of venting. And with that, the conversation was over. I came back out into the kitchen and hung up the phone. Laura was still over by the stove, stirring the sauce, her shoulders stiff, not looking at me. "Okay then," I said. "What's your side of it?" Laura's head shrunk a little into her shoulders, and she kept stirring. She wasn't going to answer me. I walked around the bench and stood beside her, tilting my head to look at her in profile. Still nothing. So I turned down the sauce to a simmer and took the boiling water off the hot plate, then moved her chin up to face me. "Well?" She looked at me above the rim of her glasses, her big blue eyes misting slightly. Her lips were pressed tightly together, then she swallowed before starting her defence. "All I wanted to do was stay with you this weekend," she began, her voice catching in the back of her throat. "And Mum had to go and be a bitch about it. "I don't even know why she gives a shit. She's probably just jealous that I want to be with you instead of her." "What happened?" I kept her on track. Laura sighed. "She started attacking me, saying I should be studying instead of going out and partying all weekend. I tried to tell her I wasn't going to go out. I just wanted to spend time with you. But she didn't believe me." She started to cry. "Then she called me a slut." "What?" Laura broke down and fell into my chest, sobbing. "She said I was just some nightclub skank. And I should have some self-respect." I handed her the tissues from on top of the fridge, and she took off her glasses to dry her eyes and blow her nose. "You're not a skank at all, Sweetheart," I reassured her, with a kiss on the forehead. "Then she started saying that I shouldn't use you like that. Just some crash pad so I could go out whoring." I scoffed. Laura had gone out with her friends half a dozen or so times when she'd been with me. And on more than a few occasions she had come home blind drunk at two in the morning. But "whoring" couldn't have been a more inaccurate description. Laura began sobbing again, "She said it was cruel to make you think I wanted to spend time with you. She said you were a loser, and if you didn't live here, I wouldn't want anything to do with you." I have to admit, hearing that made me feel sick to my stomach. It never ceased to amaze me how little my ex-wife thought of me. And worse still to hear it coming out of my daughter's mouth. "I just got so angry, Daddy," Laura went on when she was a little more composed. "I told her to fuck off. And she didn't know what she was talking about. I said that I didn't care what she thought, I was going to come over and stay with you." "And then what happened?" I of course knew more from Karen. Laura looked down at the floor, unable to hold my gaze. I lifted her chin gently with my finger. "What happened?" I repeated. "I was just so angry, Daddy," she pleaded. "She was just so mean to you. She said the most horrible things about you. I just..." "What happened?" I repeated more firmly. She swallowed another deep sigh and went on to explain how she had snatched a bottle of red wine from the kitchen bench. Then, as she'd stormed out of the house, she'd poured the wine out on the carpet as she went. The final fuck you to her mother was dropping the empty bottle through the glass coffee table in the lounge, shattering both. My little girl certainly had panache. I let her description of how she'd slammed the front door behind her with a venomous string of profanity hang in the air. "I know it was wrong, Daddy," she murmured after the silence became too much. "I'm sorry. She just made me so angry." "I know," I said softly. "But you went too far." Laura swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I really am." She was looking up at me, her dewy blue eyes were saucers, pleading with me. "This is really starting to become all too common." I took her by the wrist and led her into the bedroom. I let her go when I walked through the door, and sat on the foot of the bed. Laura remained standing by the door, biting her bottom lip. Her tight blue singlet clung to her body. I swore I could see her nipples jutting out from atop those perky little breasts. But her wringing hands disrupted the view of her white cotton panties. I sat there looking at her. The muffled sound of the television in the next room wafted through the door, but couldn't mask the sound of her breathing. When she did finally look up, I patted my lap. "Oh no. Daddy, please," she whined. "I'm not a little girl anymore." "Really? What was grown up about that tantrum at your mother's?" She didn't answer me. Instead she scuffed at the polished floorboards with her bare toe and did whatever she could not to make eye contact with me. "This has been brewing for a while, Laura. You've been pushing the boundaries with your mum more and more lately." She opened her mouth to speak, but I lifted my hand to stop her. "I know you don't always see eye to eye. I know you're only trying to assert yourself. But you need to do it with respect. She's your mother." For better or worse, I added in my mind. "But, Daddy..." "Laura, that's enough," I said evenly. "You know you've been disrespectful. You know you went too far today." My tone became more serious, "I raised you better than that." Laura closed her eyes, her mouth falling open with a loud sigh. The thick strand of hair that fell down her face swayed in her breath. She knew better than to argue the point. Tentatively, she crept forward towards me, still wringing her hands. When she reached me, she put one knee up on the bed beside me and began to bend over me. "Uh-uh," I stopped her. "You can have a bare bottom spanking." Laura groaned as she stepped back off the bed, paused a moment, almost testing my resolve. Then resigned, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and began tugging them down over her hips. Is there anything more sexy than the sight of a beautiful young woman peeling off her panties? I was in awe. The waistband stretched around her curves, collapsing the white cotton into a thin horizontal line across her sex. Her cute little muff of light brown pubic hair came into view, followed by the seductive hint of her pussy lips, then finally that gorgeous little gap between the tops of her thighs. As she pushed the thin white line down her legs, I kept staring at her pussy, my cock throbbing in my lap. The glimpse of her folds disappeared when she got her panties past her knees, bending over to step out of them. It was then I noticed her breasts in my field of vision, straining against the tight blue singlet. Her nipples were definitely hard. Leaving her panties in a puddle on the floor, Laura stood up straight and looked into my eyes. She was expressionless, her hands by her sides, gently brushing the outside of her thighs. There was an unsteadiness in her breath, but her body language was impassive. The sight of my little girl standing there in nothing but a light blue singlet and a sloppy ponytail had my heart racing. I could hear my own breath hitching. What the fuck was I doing?! I honestly couldn't tell whether this was about disciplining her, proving something to my ex-wife, or something much more sinister. I was aroused, to be sure, and it was certainly clouding my judgement. I could not take my eyes off her. Eventually I broke the trance by patting my lap again. She swallowed, then climbed up onto the bed once more, slowly laying across my lap. Her left hip pressed firmly into my aching cock as she settled into position. Her upper body was flat on the bed, with her head resting on her forearms and facing away from me. I placed my left hand on the small of her back, my thumb hooking under the hem of her singlet. Then I placed my right hand gently on that perfect ass in my lap. My hand spanned across both her luscious cheeks, delighting in the silky smoothness of her skin and the softness of her flesh. I couldn't help but caress her naked backside for a moment. I gently squeezed as I circled my hand around, my cock twitching agonisingly as I went. I shook myself free from the glorious sensation of the pressure of her hip bone against my member, then raised my right hand from her ass. Laura held her breath. We both did. I brought my hand down as hard as I could on her left cheek. My palm stung with the blow, the sharp crack giving way to Laura's scream, then whimpers. She buried her face into the doona, her body convulsing in muffled sobs. I raised my hand again. Her soft flesh was already reddening from the strike. Bringing my hand down once more, this time spanking her right cheek with a stinging crack, she cried out painfully into the doona. And then again, I raised my hand. I rained down smack after smack, alternating between each of her pinking cheeks. My palm tingled wildly as I lifted it in the air, and my cock throbbed more so against her hip. I ended up spanking her seven times on each cheek. Without the heart to continue, I laid my hand gently on her bright red ass. The heat coming from it was incredible, if not just the burning sting of my own hand. Laura wailed into the doona, her whole body shaking with every painful sob. It was then that my heart broke. What had I done to my precious little girl? I tried to comfort her the best I could, rubbing my left hand up and down her spine. And with my right, I gently caressed her bottom in large clockwise circuits. I cupped her left buttock and slowly slid my hand up over her swollen globe, with my fingertips trailing in the crack of her ass. Then I made my way across the small of her back, before cupping the top of her right cheek and making my way down, this time my thumb sliding through her cleft. And at the bottom, my hand traced the contours of the tops of her thighs to begin the circuit again. Laura's trembling body eventually stilled. Her sobs fell silent. She lay there taking deep breaths, while I continued to caress her beautiful ass. Then she turned her head to face me, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. "Are you okay?" I whispered. She pushed herself up onto her knees, sitting back on her feet to my right with a wince. "I'm so sorry, Daddy," she whispered. I gently held both sides of her face and breathed, "It's all right, Sweety. It's over now." I pulled her towards me and planted a soft kiss on her lips. I could taste the salt from her tears. "I love you, Sweetheart. You're such a good girl." "I love you too, Daddy," she replied softly, with the sweetest of smiles. "Why don't you call your mum and apologise, hey?" "Okay," she smiled. Laura kissed me again, then kicked her feet out from under her and over the edge of the bed. She stood up, lifting her bare ass from the bed, and padded out into the living area to get the phone. I shamefully sucked air in through my teeth as I saw how red her ass was, and looked away. It was then that I noticed a wet spot on the end of the bed, where she'd been sitting. I gingerly reached out to touch the darker patch of purple on the doona cover. It was definitely wet. I leaned over and smelled it, and as soon as I did, my entire body flushed. It was the same pungent earthiness I sometimes smelt from her old sheets. Only much stronger. I couldn't help myself, and inhaled deeply through my nose. My own arousal had left a slimy spot of pre-come at the end of my erection, which had soaked through my pants. And I noticed another spot, just on the inside of my right thigh, where Laura's pussy had been resting during her spanking. Oh my God, she was wet! Feelings of guilt about spanking her quickly evaporated. I smiled to myself as I realised that Laura had been turned on by it. I then braced myself for the onslaught of wickedness and impure thoughts that filled my mind. When I could next spank her again, at the forefront. "Daddy?" Laura's question from the doorway jolted me from my daydream. Thankfully I hadn't been sniffing the wet patch when she came back in. "What is it, Sweety?" She was biting her bottom lip and holding her hands behind her back. "My bottom's really sore, Daddy." "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry. I think there's some moisturising cream with some aloe under the sink in the bathroom. Why don't you grab it, and I'll help you put it on." Bravo, filthy sub-conscious. Couldn't have said it better myself. "Okay," she smiled brightly, padding off to the ensuite. With her distracted in the bathroom, I quickly changed out of my clothes, wiping the pre-come from the end of my cock, and throwing on a pair of undies under dark boxers and an over-sized t-shirt. Laura returned and handed me the bottle of moisturiser. "Lay down on the bed," I instructed gently. "This should help soothe the sting." She lay down on her stomach, with her arms buried under the pillow and her face on top, looking up at me. I squeezed a big dollop of the cream into my palm and rubbed my hands together to spread it out, then gently cupped her buttocks. Laura gasped. "Oh, are you okay?" I asked, afraid I'd hurt her. "Yeah," she giggled, "It's just really cold." I sniffed a chuckle myself and continued to gently apply the cream to her perfect ass. I kneaded her soft flesh, tenderly prying apart her cheeks with my thumbs. Each time I did, her puckered little asshole winked up at me along with the soft, glistening folds of her vagina. The glossy sheen of her buttocks covered in lotion was so wonderfully sexy, I couldn't help but sigh in total admiration. "Mmm, that feels good," she purred, after I'd applied the third handful of lotion. When the cream no longer provided any lubrication for my strokes, I said, "That should do you." Then without thinking, I bent down and kissed her left cheek. Oh shit! Umm...ahh, "All better." Good Girl "What about the other one?" Laura pouted. I chuckled again, before bending down to kiss her other soft buttock, my hands steadying myself on her hips. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered. "You're welcome, Sweetheart. Now go give your mum a call." She skipped off into the next room, while I retreated to the bathroom to wash my hands and make sure my pre-come wasn't soaking through my clothes. I splashed some water on my face to try and regain my composure, then looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but smile, complete with raised eyebrows. When I came out, Laura was chatting to her mother in the next room, a notably more respectful tone in her voice than usual. "...okay. I love you too, Mum. Here, I'll put him on." Laura held the phone out and whispered to me, "She wants to speak to you." I fought the urge to roll my eyes and took the handset from Laura, noticing that she still wasn't wearing any panties. My cock immediately stiffened again. "Um...yeah, hi, Karen." My ex- waffled on, gushing about how well Laura had behaved on the phone, even offering to pay for the carpet and table. As she continued, Laura padded past me, about to turn into the kitchen and continue with dinner. I pressed the mouthpiece to my chest and whispered, "Hey, go put your panties on." And with that, I gave her a playful smack on the ass. Laura yelped as she jumped up, throwing her hands to her sensitive ass to protect it. She spun around and wrinkled her nose at me. I gasped, holding my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide with shock. I mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." She realised it was an accident and broke into a big, beaming smile. Then she shook her head at me and skipped into the bedroom. "I'm sorry," my ex-wife continued over the phone, "I shouldn't have said what I said. You're a good father..." Blah, blah, blah. I didn't care what she had to say. I just wanted her to stop. When I finally got rid of her, Laura was ready to dish up our dinner. "You want some wine with this?" I asked, reaching for a bottle of red. "Sure," she smiled, using tongs to dish out the spaghetti. "How about we eat on our laps and put on a nice movie?" "Sounds good," I replied, sliding my hands around her waist and kissing her shoulder. I fired up Serendipity in the DVD player as Laura brought our dinner over and placed the bowls on the coffee table. I watched her gingerly sit down, wincing as her ass made contact with the suede. I winced in sympathy, then sat down next to her. We ate our pasta, drank our wine and watched our movie. With our empty bowls back on the coffee table, Laura nursed her second glass of wine and snuggled into me for the rest of John Cusack and Kate Beckinsale. It was one of her favourites, and we'd often chat about what was happening on screen during the movie. It was always lovely. "I love this part," I offered, as John Cusack distractingly goes through the rehearsal of his wedding to Bridget Moynahan. "Oh, I hate this part," she replied. "It's so beautiful," I rebutted, "She knows him so well. He's always looking at that book. And she knows he doesn't have a copy, so she gets it for him." "Then he leaves her," Laura cried, reaching for a tissue from the box on the table. I kissed the top of Laura's head as she blew her nose. She looked up at me and kissed me on the lips, still clutching her dirty tissue. "I love you, Daddy." "I love you too, Sweety," I smiled down at her. As the movie reached its climax with John Cusack laying on the ice rink and Kate Beckinsale turning up, Laura started to cry again. "Oh, I love this. When they find each other." "What about the girl with the book?" "Oh, fuck her," Laura spat, reaching for another tissue. I laughed, and held her close to me as the movie finished. We watched another, Love Actually, and snuggled the rest of the night away. When it was over, we brushed our teeth together, and I tucked Laura into my bed with another soft kiss on the lips. Then I went back out to the living room and folded out the sofa bed. Just in boxers, I reached for the lamp to turn it off, when the bedroom door opened. Laura stood there biting her lip, still in her singlet and panties, and glasses and ponytail. She was holding the bottle of moisturiser. "Daddy, my bottom's really starting to hurt again," she pouted in a little girl voice that immediately stirred my cock. She bit her lip, then asked, "Would you please put some more lotion on for me?" "Of course, Sweety. Come over here." I swung my legs off the sofa bed and sat on the edge. Laura came and stood in front of me, her panty-clad pussy right at my eye level. She handed me the bottle and turned around. The soft light from the one lamp in the living area made her look even more beautiful, if that was possible. "Okay, Sweety, you want to pull your panties down?" Laura stuck her ass out as she hooked her thumbs into her waistband and slid the white cotton down over her hips and down her toned thighs. She bent right over, pushing her panties past her knees and giving me a spectacular view of her asshole and delicate folds. I sniffed at her deeply as she let her panties fall to the floor. She stood up straight in front of me as I squirted a big load of lotion into my palm and spread it between my hands. I grabbed her perfect pink ass, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Laura. "Cold?" I smiled. "Uh-ha," she almost moaned in response. I massaged her shapely ass, breathing in deeply through my nose. Although the smell of aloe overpowered my little girl's natural aroma. I applied another generous squirt, for no other reason than my own selfish gratification. My thumbs dipped deeper into the crack of her ass with each stroke, pulling her soft cheeks apart in the process. "Is it easier if I bend over?" she asked, looking down at me over her shoulder. I felt that lovely warm flush again, and managed to reply, "Um...yeah. That might help." "Okay," she beamed, bending over at the hips and supporting her upper body on the coffee table that I had moved to the side of the sofa bed. It was the perfect view of my daughter's sex. The solitary lamp bathed her glistening folds in a beautiful warm glow. The way her inner labia protruded so sweetly from her outer lips, right in my face. I have never seen anything so beautiful. It was the perfect heart-shaped vision. I must have squeezed the rest of the bottle into my hand for the third application, with thick gooey moisturising cream spilling over the sides of my palm. As I slathered on the lotion, enjoying her softness and her most intimate area, mere inches from my face, her breathing gradually transitioned into gentle moaning. "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. The way you're blowing on me." I furrowed my brow, confused. It took me a second to figure it out. My own breath had become ragged, and that's what she was feeling on her backside. I smiled, then blew long, cool breaths onto her lovely cheeks. Laura moaned in response, and I continued, angling my soothing blows all over her rear. I made sure I blew right across her puckered little asshole as I crossed from one cheek to the other, then slowly over her glistening pussy on the way back. Each time I crossed that sensitive centre, she breathlessly moaned. She was enjoying the attention. I was conscious of the wet sensation in my boxer shorts, as the pre-come from my throbbing cock all but flowed out. I was out of my mind. I had to push this further. But I couldn't do this to Laura. Oh my God! What the fuck am I doing?! The frictionless slide of my hands over Laura's ass eased, and the incredibly sexy sheen of the lotion on her skin dulled in the lamplight. I leaned forward and planted a lingering kiss on her right buttock. She let out a contented little hum. And I kissed her again on her other cheek. "How does that feel?" I gasped between kisses as I continued pressing my lips to her soft flesh. "Uh-ha," was all she moaned. Spurred on, I kept kissing her perfect ass, alternating between cheeks, and blowing on her pussy and asshole on the way back and forth. My kisses got closer and closer to her seam, to her treasure. "Oh my God. Yes." "You want me to keep going?" "Oh, yes please, Daddy. Please keep going. That feels so good." With all the bravery I could muster, my next kiss found her perineum, causing Laura to let out a trembling moan. I kissed her there again, to the same reaction. And again. I gradually let my tongue make contact with her taut flesh. First, just the slightest of touches with the very tip. Then more and more with a larger area of my tongue, until I was unabashedly licking her. My heart thundered in my chest. The sound of my pulse hammering away in my ears was deafening, so much so, that I couldn't hear Laura's reaction. Instead, with my hands on her hips, I felt for any sign at all that she didn't want me to proceed. There was none. No flinch. No pulling away. She held herself there, rock steady, bent over in front of me. I took my cue and moved down, kissing the glistening lips of her opening, lingering longer and longer with each soft kiss. Her delicate inner labia met my lips perfectly. I gently sucked each fold into my mouth as I went, then trailing the tip of my tongue along the edge of each petal. My kisses became hungrier. Greedier. I licked and sucked at my daughter's sex, tasting her. Savouring every delightful sensation. I licked around the rim of her opening, spiralling my tongue in deeper and deeper with every lap. Laura's horny cunt squeezed around my tongue as I probed it into her as deeply as I could. She was so incredibly wet. I buried my face in her, to the point my nose painfully squashed against her asshole and my jaw strained to get my tongue farther inside her. Even with Laura swivelling her hips in my face, I could not get in deep enough. With the pain in my jaw too much, I moved even lower, tracing the folds of her outer labia to her engorged clitoris. Done with teasing her, I lapped at her button like a dog dying of thirst. Laura began moaning uncontrollably. Although she'd been making a lot of noise the whole time, I only then became aware of the racket. The sound of my little girl in the throes of ecstasy, particularly at my own touch, was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I swirled my tongue around her clit, flicking at the sensitive nub and her labia as I went. Her pretty little cunny gaped at the end of my nose, the slippery opening sending me cross-eyed. Leaving my left hand on her hip, I eased the index and middle finger of my right into her. Laura's moan was pure guttural pleasure. I sawed my fingers in and out of her, applying pressure on the front wall of her vagina until I found that tell-tale change in texture that betrayed her G-spot. At the same time, I shifted angles to suck her clit into my mouth. Holding her button tightly between my lips, I flicked my tongue wildly across it. Laura moaned like I've never heard anyone before – an incoherent, tortured rapture. Her whole body swayed stiffly. I held onto her desperately with my left hand, my fingers digging into the soft flesh on her hip. The whole time, frantically working her clit furiously and plunging my fingers in and out of her gooey core as fast as I could. She stilled. She stopped breathing and her spastic moan halted. I sucked harder, my fingers a blur. Laura screamed, deeply from her diaphragm, unable to hold back the torrent anymore. My face was splashed with a warm, rich fluid. I instantly knew what was happening, and ripped my fingers from Laura's gushing cunt. Opening my mouth, my lips tingling from their assault on my precious little girl's clit, I hungrily dove for her opening. She squirted again. This time, without my fingers in the way, the translucent liquid poured out of her pussy in a single thick stream. I caught it all in my mouth, hastily swallowing it down to ready for the next spurt. I revelled in the taste of that familiar sweet, almost tangy earthiness. The third wave was much smaller, only half as long and thick as the previous. But I still caught it all, delighting in the rich flavour. And the fourth was little more than a heavy trickle, which I lapped from her pretty flower. I plunged my tongue back inside her sopping wet cunt to eat the rest of her. Unable to hold herself up anymore, Laura collapsed to the rug on her knees, cruelly denying me the pleasure of devouring the rest of her precious fluid. Her body heaved with deep gasps as she steadied herself on the coffee table. I was puffing heavily from the exertions myself. She looked over her shoulder at me, lifting her head to peer at me through those cute black-framed glasses. She panted through a huge, open-mouthed smile, that ran from ear to ear. I smiled back at her, and we shared a breathless laugh. Without speaking and holding my gaze, Laura spun around on the rug and reached for the waistband of my boxers. She tugged them down forcefully, flicking them hard over the end of my cock. I lifted myself slightly to allow her to get them down over my ass, as she settled herself comfortably on her knees between my legs. She broke eye contact with me briefly to look down at my exposed erection. Her smile broadened, then she reached out with both hands, clasping them tightly around the base of my shaft, leaving the head and another inch or two poking out the top. The entire end was slick with pre-come. Laura bit her bottom lip as she looked back up at me. "Stand up, Daddy," she breathed. "I want to look at you while I suck your cock." The words nearly caused me to pass out. I leaned forward, holding the sides of her face, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Our tongues found each other and swirled gently. I sucked tenderly at her lips, and she at mine. When I pulled back, she licked her lips slowly and hummed contentedly. It was then that I remembered that my face and chest were still wet from her orgasm. She had enjoyed the taste of herself on my lips. Oh my God! I pushed myself up off the sofa bed, realising that Laura had been gripping my cock the entire time. She held on, bringing the engorged head an inch from her lips. She looked up at me over the rim of her glasses and smiled sweetly. Then looking down at my cock, she gently kissed the head, her soft lips lingering on the slippery tip, before she sucked them free. She smiled up at me again, then opened her mouth and extended her tongue out to take my entire head between her lips. She held my gaze while she sucked and swirled her warm tongue around my glands. "You are such a good girl," I gasped down at her. She pulled herself off my cock and smiled up at me, "You really think so, Daddy?" "Oh, Laura, I love you so much." "I love you too, Daddy," she smiled with twinkling blue eyes, before sinking back onto my cock. Laura worked my bulbous head with her lips and tongue, licking at the seam where it met the shaft, every so often sliding herself off the end with a kiss on the tip. She stared up at me the whole time. I couldn't look away. Nor did I want to. She bobbed down on my cock, taking more and more into her mouth. First, her lips met her left hand, and when she took that away to steady herself against my hip, she stroked my shaft with her right in time with her mouth. The slurping sounds grew, along with our breath, as she wanked my cock into her mouth. I held my hand over hers on my hip, causing her to lift her face off me to give me an affectionate smile, before resuming her fantastic blow job. I ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair as she bobbed, releasing more and more strands from her ponytail. But Laura was undeterred, staring up at me and increasing her tempo until I was fucking her mouth with lusty abandon. "Oh..ahh...Laura, Sweety, I'm going to come," I groaned, the pressure of the ecstasy throughout my entire body building to the point where it was no longer bearable. Laura's grip around the base of my cock tightened, and she pumped my length with her fist with a newfound intensity. She sucked the head of my cock even harder, staring up at me with those big blue eyes, and snorting through her nose. I began to moan. Losing my composure, I held Laura's shoulders and buckled over slightly. She moaned back at me in rapid, erotic grunts. I came in my beautiful little girl's mouth with a roar. My body flushed with splendid warmth, and a torrent of semen gushed up the full length of my cock. The force of my orgasm caught Laura by surprise, causing her to pull back from my erupting cock, coughing and spluttering. Cum dribbled from her lips as she fought for air, but she kept jacking my cock with her hand. My cock kept spurting, sending a thick ropey stream splashing onto Laura's face, across her glasses, nose and cheek. She gasped at the contact with my hot seed, but was powerless to do anything about the third jet that struck her in the forehead and splattered into her hair. She lunged at my cock with her mouth open, catching another thick spurt. She quickly swallowed it down before clamping her lips around my head. I spasmed uncontrollably with the remainder of my blissful release. Laura looked up at me while she pumped my shaft and sucked on my head. Her face was covered in cum, and it was honestly the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life, before or since. "Oh, Honey, I can't..." I breathed, pushing her back and falling back onto the sofa bed. I was way too sensitive for Laura to continue working my cock the way she was. She sat on the floor, wiping the cum off her face and glasses with her fingers, and then seductively sucking them clean. As she watched me, she made sure I saw her tongue dart out and flick across her fingertips every time she brought them to her mouth. "Did I do good, Daddy?" "Uh-ha," I laughed. "Mmm," she purred, climbing up onto me. She sucked my still hard cock into her mouth again, and bobbed up and down a few times, before letting it pop free. "I love my horny daddy." I let my head fall back onto the mattress of the sofa bed, unable to cope with the visual sensations of Laura staking her claim to me anymore. She crawled up along me, straddling me as she went. Holding my cock beneath her, she lined herself up, ready to impale her own horny cunt on my cock. But as she put her knee down in the final position, , she screamed out in pain and toppled off me. "Ahh fuck!" I cried out as her weight in that part of the bed caused the bar in the sofa bed to dig into my back. "This bed is so shit," Laura laughed, trying to clamber off. "Oww!" "Yeah, it's definitely only for one." I sat up. "Well, come on," she smiled as she rose to her feet, holding out her hand. "Let's finish this off in bed." I took her hand and followed her into the bedroom. Even after everything we'd just done, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at her spectacular naked ass right in front of me. I sniffed a laugh, noticing that it was still a little pink from the spanking I'd given her earlier. "Hey, perve," she smiled over her shoulder with mock admonishment. What could I do, but smile and shrug my shoulders? "Naughty, Daddy," she said playfully, pushing me back onto the bed. I scooched backwards until I had my head on the pillow, kicking the doona out from under me as I went. Laura followed me on her knees, staring into my eyes through her streaked glasses. She settled over my groin, lowering herself so that she was pressed against the underside of my cock. Her hot, wet labia felt so wonderful against my shaft. "Staring at your little girl's bare bottom." She bit her bottom lip, then let it flick out in a smile. "Do you want to see my little boobies too, Daddy?" I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn't make any sound come out. All I could manage was a nod. Good Girl She bent forward, conspiratorially whispering into my ear, "It's really naughty showing boys my boobies, Daddy. I don't want to be naughty. I'm a good girl, Daddy." I swallowed. "Good girls do what their daddies tell them," I croaked back. Laura bit her lip again, smiling broadly, then laughing. "Am I your good girl, Daddy." "Yes, you are," I managed to say more evenly, lifting the hem of her pale blue singlet and exposing her sexy little navel. Laura giggled, taking the bottom of her singlet from me and pulling it over her head. Her perky little breasts defied gravity on her chest. I fell into another trance, staring at those cute, puffy little nipples. I reached up, gently cupping her soft mounds and flicking my thumbs across her nubs. She gasped, her nipples hardening further to my touch. "Do you like them, Daddy?" she breathed. "They're not too small?" "Oh, Sweetheart, you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen." I was genuinely lost in them. I tore myself away to look her in the eyes. They were brimming, and her smile was nervous. "You are so beautiful." I sat up and kissed her passionately. She threw her arms around my neck and sank into the kiss. I, of course, kept my hands on her lovely breasts. She giggled in response to me rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, pulling away from the kiss. I took my chance and bent down to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Laura held my head to her chest as she threw hers back, arching her back and moaning softly. I nuzzled her nubile breasts and flicked at her stiff little nipples with my tongue. She rocked her hips in my lap, and I found myself clawing at her ass to aid her motion. I felt her running her fingers through my hair. Then suddenly, she grabbed a tight handful and pulled my head back. She was there to meet me with a passionate kiss. She moaned deeply into my mouth as our tongues explored each other. "I want you inside me, Daddy." She pushed me back down onto the bed and lifted herself up slightly. I looked down between us, just in time to see her grab my cock and feed it into her hungry cunt. Her warm folds kissed the head of my cock deliciously, before I was plunged deeply into her soaking heat. We both moaned in unison as her soft ass engulfed my aching balls. I was buried to the hilt in my little girl. We stayed like that, motionless, for what seemed like an eternity. We stared into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Laura leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest for support. And my hands were already on her hips. Holding my gaze, Laura began pushing herself up and down on my cock. Only very small strokes at first, maybe an inch or so. But as she gave herself over, she slid farther up my shaft as she went, until finally, only my swollen head stayed inside her. Her downstrokes too became more frenzied, as she slammed herself down on my cock harder and harder. Her moans gradually gave way to grunts as she bounced wildly on top of me. The sensation of my cock pistoning in and out of her tight sheathe was incredible. Laura was losing herself, and began rubbing her clit as she fucked me. I could tell she was getting close. Strands of her dirty blond hair stuck to her face, plastered on by saliva, semen and sweat. Her eyes glazed and she bit her bottom lip. I quickly released her hips and shot my hands up to her breasts, pinching her nipples just as she tipped over the edge. Laura warbled and trembled, more like she was about to feint, than come. Her pussy clamped tight around my cock, spasming uncontrollably. And her fingernails dug into my collar bones as she tried to hold herself up in the wild seizure. Eventually her arms gave way, and she collapsed onto my chest, exhausted. I slid my hands down her sweat-prickled sides, tracing in at her narrow waist, then flaring out at her hips. I grabbed her there, where her soft skin creased just past her hip bones, and slowly rocked her back and forth on my cock. I could feel my rigid pole squelching in and out of her, now even wetter than before. She lifted her head from my chest, her mop of hair finally free of her scrunchie and sexily unkempt. Laura's eyes were bleary through her fogged glasses, and her mouth hung open. But our eyes were locked as I fucked her on my cock. Laura's arousal quickly built as her clit ground into my pubic bone in that reverse missionary position. She slipped around on top of me, our sweat lubricating the motion of her silky smooth skin on mine. I reached my head forward to kiss her, but she was too far gone to do anything other than let me probe her mouth with my tongue. She grunted at me, slopping around like a grounded fish. I grabbed her hips tighter and bucked up into her on every downstroke. I started grunting too, as my pace quickened, and it wasn't long before I began to feel that warm tingle building in my limbs. "I'm going to come," I groaned. "Fuck me, Daddy," Laura drooled on my chest in response. I shoved Laura down on my cock as hard as I could, simultaneously thrusting my hips up into her, as I was overcome with pure ecstasy. I gushed spurt after glorious spurt of cum deep inside my little girl, feeling it shoot through me over and over again. My orgasm seemed to trigger Laura's own climax. When she felt my cum bathing her womb, her eyes rolled back in her head and her spent pussy bit down hard on my spewing cock. She finally stilled on top of me, and I could no longer grind my cock into her. I was paralysed with over-sensitivity. We were spent. I caressed the slick contours of her hips and back as I brought Laura into a tight embrace. I held her close to me, and we slowly let our breathing return to normal. The warmth, the wetness, the smell...it was perfect. "Are you okay, Sweetheart?" I asked after soaking up the moment. "Oh my God, yes," Laura giggled. She looked up and stretched forward for a kiss, breathing me in as she did so. "That was so hot, Daddy." I smiled at her, brushing her tattered hair away from her face with my fingers. I gently removed her glasses and placed them on the bedside table. Laura's big blue eyes blinked brightly at me, and she returned the smile. "I have to pee," she chirped, unsheathing me from her smouldering pussy and dancing off to the bathroom. "Are you going to have a shower?" I asked when I went in after her to relieve myself. "I'm just going to wash my face," she smiled, wiping my dripping cum from her pussy. "Oh, there's so much cum, Daddy." I just smiled, and she wrinkled her nose at me. We watched each other in the mirror as we washed our faces, and affectionately stroked one another. She took my hand and led me back into the bedroom, smiling at me over her bare shoulder. "I want to stay with you from now on," she said softly, taking me into a warm embrace. I scoffed slightly, fast forwarding to the discussion with her mother. "I'm eighteen now, Daddy. I'm an adult. I can do what I want." I smiled again at her precociousness, even though she was quite right. "I am, Daddy. And I want to stay with you." She pleaded. "All right," I laughed. "I'll talk to your mother." I couldn't help but groan at the thought. But the sensation of Laura's flawless skin quickly took my mind to happier places. Back in bed, Laura snuggled up against me tightly, her head on my chest and her leg thrown across me. The warmth and wetness from her pussy gripped at my thigh, and it was my last conscious thought before I fell asleep. When I woke the next morning, I was spooning Laura. My cock was rock hard, and buried between her ass cheeks. I stirred, instinctively grinding into her and tightening my grip around her chest. Her soft little breasts and erect nipples greeting my fingers. "About time you woke up," Laura murmured. "I thought you were going to have a wet dream in my ass." I chuckled sleepily. "Good morning to you too, Sweety. Did you sleep well?" "Yeah," she sang, turning around in my arms and kissing me. "Yuk, morning breath." "You're not so great yourself," I teased. Laura smiled and turned her face away from me, exposing her neck. I leaned in and started kissing her taut skin, and she reached down and fondled my hardness. Our breathing quickened, the moaning started, and before I knew it, I was on top and inside her. Laura screwed up her face as she caught a whiff of my breath, and I immediately felt self-conscious. I buried my face in the pillow beside her to spare her the smell, but that quickly became uncomfortable. Instead, I sat up on my haunches and lifted Laura's legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders. Somehow, miraculously, my cock seemed to slip another inch or two inside her steaming pussy. "Oh, that's so deep," Laura moaned. I'd love to be able to say I felt her cervix with the end of my cock, but I was lost in a tight sensation of wet heat. I pumped in and out of my daughter, sinking every millimetre of my cock inside her. I watched her perky little breasts bounce and wobble beneath me, as Laura lifted her arms and crossed them under the pillow, behind her head. I stroked her smooth thighs, from her hips to her knees, and kissed and licked at her calves and ankles. Laura's eyes were closed, and she somehow managed to find relaxation, despite being bounced back and forth in an impossibly deep fuck. Without looking up, one of her hands slid out from under the pillow and snaked its way down between her legs. The other followed close behind, instead finding a soft breast, with a nipple to roll between her fingers. Neither of us lasted long. My thrusts became more urgent, and Laura's whimpers got louder. "Laura! Honey, I love you!" I cried out as I exploded inside her, filling her with my seed. "oh, Daddy..." Laura's toes curled into tight little fists on my shoulders, and her pussy clamped down so tight, I couldn't move inside her. It was the burn in my own thighs that made me finally release my little girl, sliding her legs down off my shoulders, and my slowly softening cock out of her well used cunt. "Oh, good morning," she giggled. I smiled to myself, and held her close to my chest. I ran my fingers through her matted hair and basked in the afterglow. I wasn't even sure how any of this had happened. And quite frankly, I didn't care. It had, and that's all that mattered. "What do you feel like for breakfast?" I sighed with pleasure. "I feel like pancakes. Let's go out." I can make pancakes here," I offered. "Oh, Daddy, your pancakes suck," she giggled. "Take me out for something nice. You know, you're supposed to be a gentleman and treat me really well." I had created a monster. We traded knowing looks and smiles as we took turns in the shower and getting ready. I held her shoulders from behind when she was brushing her hair, and kissed her neck, then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. Then I left her in the bathroom with a gentle pet on the ass to go get dressed. I watched Laura pull on a fresh pair of panties, white ones, as I sat on the end of the bed to put on my shoes and socks. She was wearing a black Atari t-shirt. I sniffed a laugh. Laura was born long after I supposed the company had gone under, I mused. Still, she looked amazing, standing there just in that retro t-shirt and a pair of panties. Even better when she bent over to pick up a pair of jeans. "I know it's a little late to be asking," I said, lacing up my hiking boot. "But are you, you know, on the pill?" I finished tying the knot and looked up. Laura hadn't said anything. She was holding the waistband of her jeans halfway up her thighs, and biting her bottom lip. Then she slowly shook her head. My heart started thumping in my chest. Laura lowered her jeans back down to her knees, then let them fall the rest of the way to the floor. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered, looking up at me. Straightening up, she breathed, "That was really naughty." I felt my breath shaking as she slowly stepped over to me, a little more swing in her hips than I'd seen before. She held her hands behind her back, and bit her lip as she smiled seductively. At my side, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her thighs, then crawled over my lap. She really was a good girl. Good Girl All night you've been waiting for this. Teasing you under the table at the restaurant. Rubbing you discretely next to our friends across from us. Taking your hand and slipping it under my dress so you can feel my heated soaked panties. Taking a hold of your finger and sticking it halfway into my panties so you notice that I shaved especially for you. I know you love that and I love how you twitch in my hand while you lightly touching my swollen clit. You want to go home right then, but I order dessert & eat it slowly just to tease you and make you squirm. Waving goodbye from inside the car to our friends as two of your fingers hungrily ram my wet pussy. You start to drive away and my hands unconsciously unbuckle your jeans to reveal your hard cock. My head innocently lowers to it and my mouth takes it all in, my real dessert. Bobbing up and down while I feel the car swerve. I know you can't concentrate on the road, but I can't help but suck you faster, taking you deeper down my throat, you taste so good I am unable to stop. You force a third finger in my dripping cunt, over and over, going as deep as your fingers allow. We end up parked in our driveway and we are still attached to eat other. The faster you finger me the faster I suck you. I try and take it deep just for you. Faster, faster, deeper, deeper until I feel your cock tense up. I know you're about to cum. I continue to bob up and down your thick shaft as you shoot your hot cream down my throat. I slurp up every bit of it, making sure to not waste a single drop. I slide your fingers out of my tight cunt and stick them in your mouth to taste me. I unlock the door to our house and I walk towards the couch, stripping my clothing off one piece at a time. I lay myself down on the couch and spread my legs so you can see finally how wet I am for you. I watch you closely as you strip down as well, watching how your body moves, watching how your face reacts to the sight of my fingers entering myself. You pull my bottom half off the couch and bring your face as close to my pussy as you can without touching, just to smell my scent and take in the view of your private property. I see the length of your tongue disappear as it slides into me. I arch my back as you take my little pussy in your mouth and lightly suck. I grab the back of your head to try and fuck your tongue, but it's not enough, I need to feel your thick hard cock deep inside me while your balls slap my ass. Grabbing your muscular arms, I pull you up on top of me. Screw going slowly, I need you now and I need you hard. I take your cock and put the tip on my entrance. You ease your way inside me, but I grip your ass and make you plunge your whole self into me. I beg for you to be harder, practically crying out. I want you to break me. You give me exactly what I want. Pushing yourself into me, grazing my cervix as I scream out for more. You pull my hair hard, still inside, but twisting me around on my hands and knees. You give my ass nice hard slaps, making my cheeks bright red, making my pussy slicker. I can feel droplets on my back of your sweat and the radiation of heat coming off your body as you slam into me, your balls now hitting my clit. You take my arms and hold them in back of me, as a better grip to push yourself harder inside me. My fingernails find your stomach, I manage to get a few good scratches, just for you to remember this night for a couple more days. Forgetting just how much you love my nails, I hear an intense moan from you and a sudden release of my arms. Your right hand covers my mouth, knowing what was to come, I held on to the top of the couch for dear life. Your left hand rips my hair back as you slowly slide out of my pussy only to ram yourself back in. Doing this for some time, we both had enough and just wanted to get each other off. You take your hand off my mouth and with both hands, grasp my waist and pound me as hard as you can. No breaks for catching our breath, just solid hard thrusts into my tight used cunt. Normally, I don't allow anything into my asshole, but your finger slides in. The unique and thrilling experience sends my body into a strong orgasm that makes me lose my breath instantly. The pressure around your cock is too much for you to handle and you cum hard into my hot pussy as you collapse to my side on the couch. You give me a kiss on my forehead as I feel your cum dripping out of my filled cunt. "Good Girl." Good Girl Author's Note: This inspiration for this story came from an appearance that Rashida Jones and Carrie Underwood did on Jimmy Fallon's talk show. It was written as if it took place that same night after the show. Of course, the events in this story are completely fabricated and never happened. To enhance the story even more, I encourage the readers to look up the pictures or even video of that appearance to get a better sense of what the stars of this story were wearing and what they looked like that night, etc. Hope you enjoy. I greatly appreciate any comments or feedback. All ideas or story suggestions are also taken into consideration. Thanks! The round of applause and cheering from the audience could still be heard as Carrie Underwood made her way to her dressing room after an appearance on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. The stunning country music star absentmindedly smiled at the random stage hands and interns she passed on the way. She was looking forward to changing into some comfortable clothes and relaxing at her hotel for the rest of the evening. She had been on edge for the past couple of weeks with the stress of her upcoming live performance of The Sound of Music and the lack of relief that her husband could provide. She tried to take the edge off herself during her rare alone time between rehearsals, interviews, and appearances, but it always just left her wanting more. "It was fun to perform with Jimmy and Rashida tonight," she thought to herself as she gazed at her reflection in her dressing room mirror. "Rashida seemed like a lot of fun..." Carrie had no idea that Rashida was having very similar thoughts as well. Rashida had just finished saying an extended goodbye to Jimmy and was hurrying towards the dressing room areas. She ignored the few glances that her short dress drew from some of the stage hands and interns she passed. She was on a mission and couldn't be bothered. "I hope she didn't leave right away," thought Rashida as she quickened her pace a bit more. She walked past her own dressing room and went right to Carrie's and she just hoped that the singer was still inside. Knock, knock, knock... Carrie was just about to unzip her skirt when she was interrupted by someone at the door. "Ugh...this better be good," the blonde beauty thought to herself. She walked over to the door and opened it just a crack to see who was bothering her. "Oh! Rashida...hi! I wasn't expecting you..." "Hey Carrie! Fun show right? Can I come in for a sec?" Rashida responded. "Umm...yeah sure. I was just about to get out of these clothes and into something more comfortable," Carrie said as she opened the door further and turned around to let the sexy brunette actress into her dressing room. She didn't notice Rashida quickly licking her lips and giving the country star a once over from head to toe. Rashida thought she looked great in her black heels, nylons, silver skirt and tight black top. Rashida quickly composed herself as Carrie primly sat on the small couch in the room and looked over at her. "So what's up Rashida?" "Well I just had a lot of fun with you on the show and was wondering if you maybe wanted to come join me for a drink back at my hotel?" Rashida said as she leaned against Carrie's vanity. Oh...I don't know," Carrie started, "I was just planning on trying to relax a bit tonight." "C'mon Carrie, I know you could use a drink, plus I want to get to know you better. I had a lot of fun out there with you and Jimmy tonight!" Rashida said. Carrie seemed to think about it for a second and as soon as Rashida saw her begin to smile, she knew that she had her. "Oh ok, why not?" Carrie giggled, "I could use some more fun." Rashida had to control herself from licking her lips again at the thought of the potential that her night now held. She quickly wrote her hotel and room number on a scrap of paper and handed it to Carrie. She then surprised Carrie by leaning in for a quick hug and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. As Carrie slightly blushed, Rashida headed out the door. "Keep those nice clothes on Carrie," Rashida said as she exited the room with a smile. "Just in case we decide to go down to the bar." An hour or so later and Rashida was back in her hotel room sipping on a glass of wine. She had gotten back to her room with enough time to get everything set up for her plan for Carrie. She had ordered some really great wine via room service and went through some of her bags and put a few items in the bedside drawer. Just as she was about to sit on the couch in her suite and wait for Carrie to arrive, there was a light rapping at the door. Rashida immediately grinned at the thought of what awaited her on the other side of that door. It had been too long since she last executed a plan like she had for Carrie on an unsuspecting woman. Not since her days working on The Office, in fact, when she had been on the set with Jenna Fischer. A tremble of anticipation made its way down Rashida's smooth back as she briefly remembered her time with Jenna. She quickly refocused on her current task and made her way to the door. A quick glance through the peephole confirmed it was Carrie and also allowed Rashida another unseen look at her target. She licked her lips one last time, straightened the hem of her low-cut dress, and threw open the door. With her black-framed glasses still on and her wine glass in hand, Rashida made quite the sexy sight. "Hey Carrie! I was just wondering when you would get here. Come in, come in." Rashida made sure to pull Carrie into another hug and peck her on the cheek once again. She smiled inside when she felt Carrie hug her back a bit this time. "Hi Rashida. Thanks for inviting me again," the long-legged blonde replied, "I realized I really needed a night like this." "No problem Carrie. We girls gotta stick together right?" Rashida said with a laugh. Carrie returned the laugh and agreed with her new friend. The two ladies made their way to the sitting area of the hotel room and Rashida poured Carrie a glass of the red wine she had ordered earlier. "I hope you like red wine Carrie..." "Oh yes I definitely do. Haha. I take it we are just staying in for the night then?" Carrie inquired as she accepted the glass of red liquid from Rashida's hand. "Yeah, I figured we would. I've had enough running around for one day," Rashida said as she took a seat on the sofa across from Carrie's chair. She crossed her legs after she sat and made sure to do it slowly, giving Carrie a great look at her long, tan leg and thigh. Rashida could tell that Carrie noticed but was very discrete about it. "So Carrie, are you nervous about your live show..." The two stunning women continued to talk and laugh together as the bottle of wine slowly disappeared. During the conversation, Carrie had moved onto the couch next to Rashida after the brunette correctly pointed out that it was easier to share the bottle if they sat next to each other. It made sense to Carrie who was already working on her third glass of the night. As the conversation continued, Rashida began to notice the subtle signs that told her it was almost time to make her move on the innocent, wholesome country star. Carrie had kicked off her shoes and removed most of her jewelry. She was also starting to get really giggly. Rashida knew she needed to start her plan before Carrie was too far gone from the alcohol. "Is it tough being away from your hubby for so long Carrie? I don't know if I could handle that," Rashida asked. "Oh it's not so bad. I mean we talk on the phone a lot and Skype when we can..." Carrie replied. "Yeah, but that's not what I meant. Don't you ever, you know, need some release that only he can provide?" Rashida implored as she made finger quotations around the word release. An immediate blush colored Carrie's cheeks as she clumsily took another sip of wine to avoid answering the sudden, personal question. "Umm...haha...well uhh," the now nervous blonde sputtered as she shifted her body on the couch. "C'mon Carrie. You have to be on edge. I know I need to get myself off almost every night to ever feel relaxed." Rashida chuckled as she took another sip of wine and turned towards Carrie. Carrie's blush deepened and her eyes widened in surprise at the topic of conversation she suddenly found herself faced with. She would usually be very offended at such a line of questioning, but there was something about Rashida that she just trusted and the few glasses of wine certainly didn't hurt. Carrie took a deep breath before replying, "Well, actually now that you mention it, I have really been on edge lately. I've been under a lot of stress and being away from Mike just makes it worse." "Don't you take care of yourself, if you know what I mean?" Rashida asked. "What? "I'm talking about masturbating Carrie." Rashida bluntly replied. Carrie was shocked but the wine must have really loosened her tongue. "Well I mean I try to, but it's not the same and I never seem to quite get there." "Oh you poor girl, no wonder you are so nervous and stressed out lately. I couldn't imagine how badly you must need some release." Rashida spoke softly as she shifted closer to Carrie on the couch. The Parks and Recreation star set her wine glass down after finishing her last sip and could tell that talking about this was making Carrie start to get turned on. "You know Carrie, there are other ways to take the edge off when Mike isn't around." Carrie snapped out of her thoughts when Rashida spoke, "Wha...what do you mean?" Rashida knew that she almost had Carrie right where she wanted her and knew that it was time to just go for broke. If Carrie wanted what she was about to propose at all then she wouldn't be able to resist. "Have you ever been with another woman Carrie?" Rashida gently asked as she pushed Carrie's hair behind her shoulder. She felt a shudder go down the younger woman's spine at her soft touch. Carrie didn't move away or seem overly startled at the sudden physical contact, but just looked Rashida in the eyes. "I would never cheat on Mike." Carrie said somewhat firmly. "It would be different if you fucked some random dude just to get off Carrie. I could just help you relax a little bit and feel really good," Rashida continued as she was now slowly rubbing Carrie's shoulder. "This is crazy Rashida," Carrie said, "I've never even thought about doing anything like this at all... I'm not a lesbian or something." "Neither am I Carrie, but that doesn't mean that having fun with a woman has to be off the table. Trust me, it's better than you can even imagine. Plus, if you feel guilty, we could turn this into a threesome for Mike someday as a special surprise. I bet he would really love that. So just think of this as the test run Carrie. You deserve to be relaxed for the Sound of Music in a couple days." Rashida explained. As Carrie listened to Rashida's words, the sexy brunette continued to lean in and right when Carrie began to respond, she pressed her soft lips against Carrie's. At first Carrie just sat there, seemingly frozen at what was happening, but as Rashida continued to kiss her, something snapped inside and the blonde began moving her lips in response. Rashida could barely contain her excitement when she felt Carrie begin to respond. She knew that she had her right where she wanted her. Suddenly, when Rashida snaked her tongue out and teased it against Carrie's lips, the singer pulled back and giggled nervously. "Haha, umm...wow I don't know about this Ras..." Carrie started to say before being cut-off by a more aggressive Rashida. Rashida knew that a little aggression on her part now was exactly what Carrie needed to finally give in to her. She firmly returned her lips to Carrie's and threaded one hand through the singer's long, golden locks. Carrie let out a muffled sound of surprise, but returned the kiss more quickly this time. Rashida wasted no time once she felt that and moved her lithe body so that she was now straddling Carrie. After another moment of kissing, Rashida extended her tongue and was immediately allowed entrance into Carrie's soft mouth. The two women's tongues were now wrestling with each other as each of them got more turned on by the second; Carrie by her first lesbian kiss and Rashida from her position of dominance over the sexy singer. When Carrie began moaning into the kiss, Rashida reached down her fit, toned body and began lifting her black shirt up from the bottom. Carrie didn't even resist before raising her arms and assisting Rashida in getting the top off. They had to break their makeout session momentarily to get the tight shirt over Carrie's beautiful hair and both were breathing heavily. Once the shirt was tossed onto the floor behind them, Rashida almost drooled at the sight now underneath her. Carrie was wearing a cute black bra that cupped her perky tits perfectly and her tummy was just as sexy as Rashida thought it would be. Carrie's now tousled hair and swollen lips only added to the delicious image Rashida was staring down at. She could only smile and lean down to once again capture Carrie's lips with her own. After a couple brief kisses, Rashida leaned down even further and whispered into Carrie's ear, "Why don't we move over to the bed, honey?" Carrie could only nod as the hot brunette stood up and offered her hand. Carrie took Rashida's hand and stood up on shaky legs before allowing Rashida to lead her to the queen sized bed on the other side of the room. She had a brief thought of disbelief at what she was doing, but it was quickly brushed aside as she watched Rashida crawl onto the bed and lay down while patting the area right next to her. Carrie had to admit that Rashida looked great laying out on the white comforter. The color contrasted beautifully with Rashida's darker skin tone. Carrie proceeded to crawl onto the bed next to Rashida and was relieved when the former star of The Office immediately began to kiss her again while also caressing her now bare side. After several more minutes of kissing, Rashida started to move her lips along Carrie's face and down to her neck. She continued her exploration of Carrie's upper body until she reached her black bra. She placed kisses all around the younger woman's bra before planting a firm kiss directly on Carrie's left nipple. An audible moan escaped from Carrie's throat as she was lost in the new sensations she was experiencing. Rashida continued to kiss and suck on Carrie's breasts through her bra for several minutes until the former American Idol winner was writhing beneath her. At that point, Rashida received no resistance when she unsnapped the closure on the front of Carrie's bra. Carrie let out her loudest moan of the evening so far when she felt Rashida's skilled tongue against her now erect nipples. Rashida made sure to pay attention to both of Carrie's B-cup tits. While licking one she would be pinching and rolling the other pink nipple between her fingers. She had Carrie panting at her touch and when she gently bit down on a nipple she was very satisfied to hear a squeak come out of Carrie. Rashida continued to lick, kiss and nibble her way down Carrie's sexy body and was now planting kisses on the country singer's flat tummy. Carrie had her brown eyes screwed shut and her delicate hands were bunching up the comforter at her sides as Rashida continued her ministrations. "Oh Rashida! Mmmmm...this feels so good...unhh...I can't be...believe we are doing this...mmm," Carrie breathily said. The sudden sound of a zipper being pulled down caused Carrie to open her eyes. Rashida had found the zipper on the side of her shimmery, silver skirt and was looking up at Carrie with her hands gently stroking the soft skin around the singer's waist. Carrie could hardly believe the sight of another woman in such an intimate position with her. She had never thought that she would ever be with another woman sexually. Sure, there had been fleeting fantasies during private moments, but never did she think it would ever actually happen. However, here she was and it was feeling amazing so far. "I'm going to take your skirt off now honey," the stunning brunette said. She did not present it as a question, but as a statement of what was going to happen. Carrie could only bite her bottom lip, nod her head and raise her slim hips off of the bed to allow Rashida to wiggle the skirt down. Rashida tossed the skirt over her shoulder onto the floor and got her first look at what Carrie was hiding underneath. She was incredibly pleased to discover that the blonde was wearing thigh high stockings and a garter belt over matching black panties instead of the black pantyhose that she had guessed the singer would be wearing. Needless to say, Carrie looked absolutely delicious lying on her back with only panties and stockings on with her hair tussled from their makeout session and a blush forming over her chest. "You naughty girl," Rashida said as she slipped a finger beneath one of the garter straps and let it snap against Carrie's thigh. Carrie giggled before saying, "They make me feel more confident and sexy onstage..." Rashida began to run her hands up and down Carrie's long, firm, toned legs and marveled at their magnificence. She had seen Carrie's legs on different award shows and concerts on TV and knew they were incredible, but they were somehow even better in person. "You have amazing legs Carrie," Rashida said as she continued to stroke the long legs in front of her. "Thanks..." Carrie softly replied as the caresses were beginning to turn her on even further. "I'm not kidding honey, best legs I've ever seen. As hot as these stockings look, I need to see your legs without them," Rashida stated and immediately began unclipping the top of the black, thigh high stockings from the garter belt on Carrie's upper leg. She gently stroked the exposed skin of Carrie's upper thighs causing the younger woman to shiver in delight. "Mmmm...Rashida...God you are making me so fucking horny," Carrie moaned out. Rashida was happy to hear her new friend curse for the first time as it told her that she was really getting Carrie to the point of no return. It was vital for her to get there if Rashida wanted to execute all the phases of her plan for Carrie. The beautiful brunette slipped her fingers underneath the top hem of the stocking on Carrie's right leg and began to slowly slip the garment down the firm flesh in front of her while planting kisses on all the newly exposed skin. It was as soft as she could have imagined and felt wonderful to have her lips and tongue all over. Carrie was thinking the same thing and once again closed her eyes and began to grab the blankets around her. Rashida now had the stocking down to around Carrie's foot and briefly massaged it which caused Carrie to sigh in pleasure. "Ohh...sooo good..." Rashida planted a quick kiss on the ball of the foot she was holding before finally fully removing the stocking and tossing it onto the floor beside the bed. She kept a hold of Carrie's leg and surprised the singer by pushing it towards her chest and stretching the muscles in Carrie's leg. This caused the blonde's eyes to open again as she flashed her seducer a brilliant smile. "That feels great Rashida...stretch it further please," Carrie requested, "I'm pretty flexible...hehe." Rashida could only smile at the woman laid out in front of her and oblige her request by pushing the sexy limb closer towards Carrie's chest while running her hand up the underside of the singer's leg from the bottom of her ass all the way to her toned calf and down over her foot. "You must love showing these things off Carrie. Is that why you always wear such short outfits at your shows?" the bespectacled brunette wondered. Good Girl "Mmmm...yeah...haha. The thought of all the men in the crowd getting turned on by my legs really gets me hot," Carrie nodded. "I bet they all go home and jack off while thinking of you Carrie," Rashida responded, "Or go online and do it to pictures of you." Rashida's words were continuing to get Carrie extremely turned on. Her pussy was getting really wet and was starting to ache for attention. "Want to hear a secret Rashida?" "Definitely." "Sometimes, backstage before concerts, I'll ask a random stagehand or intern to lotion up my legs before I go onstage. It feels so dirty to have a random guy stroke and rub my legs that so many people wish they could touch," Carrie revealed. Hearing that made Rashida get even more turned on herself. She was pretty confident that she could get Carrie to do everything she had planned for the night. "Such a naughty girl Carrie. I might have to give you a spanking later," Rashida said. Carrie just laughed in response and said, "Maybe I need one..." Rashida finally released Carrie's right leg and moved over to start the same process on her left leg. A minute or two later, Rashida finally had Carrie down to nothing but her loose garter belt and black panties. She was mentally drooling at the sight in front of her. The actress than returned to Carrie's side and captured the singer's lips with hers once again. This time it was Carrie's tongue that found Rashida's and the two stunning women continued to kiss and caress each other for several minutes. Rashida was happy when she felt Carrie's hands running up and down her arms and side. Rashida's right hand continued to work its way over Carrie's smooth tummy as she released her lips from Carrie's and moved them over her neck and finally to her ear. She began to nibble and suck on Carrie's earlobe at the same time that she rubbed Carrie's mound for the first time over her now soaked panties. The moan that escaped from the songstress's throat was her loudest yet and her hips bucked up at the bed at the first sensation of having a woman stroking her pussy. Rashida continued to stroke Carrie until she finally whispered in her ear. "I'm going to eat you out now Carrie." Carrie just moaned even more and Rashida slid her slim body down towards the apex of Carrie's legs. She grabbed Carrie's remaining clothes and began to pull them off. Carrie lifted her hips off the bed to make the job easier and was suddenly completely naked in front of a still fully clothed Rashida. Just as the dark haired actress suspected, Carrie's pussy was almost perfect. Completely shaved and slightly swollen in arousal, it was a pretty pink paradise that Rashida could not wait to dive into. Rashida positioned herself so she had perfect access to the dripping pussy in front of her. She gently grabbed Carrie's upper thighs and spread the singer's stunning legs as Carrie took the hint and put her feet on the bed while letting her legs spread apart. Rashida began by placing kisses on both of Carrie's smooth thighs and licking the silky skin she found there. The brunette's tongue got closer and closer to Carrie's pussy lips but frustrated the blonde singer by never reaching their goal. Carrie was getting very impatient with her new lover and was squirming on the bed and moaning and groaning in frustration and anticipation. Her hips were straining to buck off the bed but were prevented from doing so by Rashida's hand pushing down on her tight stomach. "Ugh...Rashida...mmmm...please..." Carrie moaned. "Please what Ms. Underwood," Rashida replied as she briefly stopped her licking and caressing. "Please just use your tongue on me...you're driving me crazy...mmm," the singer gasped out. "Where Carrie? Where should I use my tongue," Rashida said. Rashida was happy to hear that she was driving Carrie crazy. It was all part of the plan. She wanted to make Carrie really say it before finally giving in. "Fuck...mmm...on my fucking...ugh...my pussy!" Carrie exclaimed. Before the last syllable had barely cleared Carrie's sexy lips, Rashida ran her tongue over Carrie's tight cunt in one long lick from top to bottom. Carrie immediately thrashed on the bed and screamed incoherently in pleasure. "Ahhhh...oh my...fuuuuck," Carrie moaned as Rashida continued to lavish her pussy lips with her long, wet tongue. Carrie's pussy juice tasted delicious and Rashida was loving every second of her feast upon the country star's most private place. Rashida had a wealth of experience in going down on women and was putting all of that experience into practice. Never stopping but also never allowing Carrie to get over the edge. She would take her right to the edge of bliss and then ease off. She almost completely neglected Carrie's clit, only applying the lightest of teasing rubs. As she began to gently tease Carrie's opening with her fingers she spoke. "Tell me when you are close to cumming Carrie," she said as the tip of her index finger gently rubbed around Carrie's hole. "Hmmm...so close Rashida...yes," Carrie replied, "so close." Rashida continued her ministrations until she sensed Carrie was just about to explode. She then pulled a move she had almost perfected throughout her sexual escapades with other women she had seduced. She abruptly stopped all her rubbing and licking and pulled her fingers and face away from the amazing pussy in front of her. She then took both her hands and grabbed the skin above each of Carrie's hips and firmly yet gently squeezed. She had learned that the pressure, while not enough to hurt, was exactly enough to prevent an orgasm. That sensation coupled with the sudden absence of pussy eating pulled Carrie immediately away from the edge and forced her eyes open in frustration. "What...what are you doing Rashida...ugh I was so close," Carrie complained. Rashida just looked into Carrie's brown eyes until the gorgeous blonde spoke again. "Why'd you stop?" Rashida's previously gentle attitude had hardened into something sterner and Carrie was slightly confused and taken aback. "Well Carrie...I think you need to do some things for me before you get rewarded with an orgasm," the brunette actress stated. "Like...like what?" the now slightly nervous and confused Carrie asked. "You are going to do whatever I say for the rest of the night. Is that understood?" Rashida replied. Carrie was feeling even more nervous at this point and a tiny part of her mind told her to refuse. However, her mind was clouded with her denied orgasm and she could barely think straight. "You know that your orgasm will never be good enough unless I give it to you," Rashida added. Carrie's mind was a whirlwind as she considered the situation she now found herself in. Earlier tonight she just hoped to relax after the show and now she was in bed with another woman and horny beyond the point of no return. She had to get off, but she knew she could never get herself there. "What's the worst she can have me do," Carrie thought to herself, "She's been so nice and I NEED to get off so bad." Carrie's rationalization made sense to her clouded and extremely turned on mind and a second later she found herself looking into Rashida's eyes partially hidden behind her black framed glasses and accepting Rashida's deal. "Good girl. You made the right choice honey," Rashida told her new lover, "It's gonna be so worth it when I finally let you come." For some reason, hearing Rashida take charge of her like that sent another jolt to Carrie's center and she knew she would do whatever it took to finally get her orgasm from Rashida. "Wh...what do you want me to do?" Carrie asked still a tiny bit nervously. "Why don't you start by giving me a little turn...I haven't seen your little ass yet," Rashida replied. Carrie let out a little breath, slid to the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. Rashida immediately licked her lips at the stunning sight in front of her. Carrie's nude, tan body in all its glory for only her to see right now. Rashida also slid to the edge of the bed and adjusted the dress she still had on. She crossed her long legs and pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Carrie took a couple of steps away from the bed until Rashida told her to stop. She swallowed nervously and Rashida must have noticed. "Oh relax Carrie and get into it. Your mine now and you'll be glad you are by the end of the night. Now give me a spin." Carrie finally just decided to accept her fate and look forward to her orgasm that would eventually happen. She planted a gorgeous grin on her face and spun around slowly for Rashida's pleasure. Her fit body looked amazing from all angles and she knew it. She loved to show it off and appreciated the happy look on Rashida's face as the older woman gazed at it. Carrie finished her spin and was once again facing away from the bed. "Bend over Carrie." The blonde singer immediately complied and bent at the waist, exposing her tight ass and showing it off to its fullest. "Now reach back and spread your cheeks." Carrie's horniness made her follow that demand right away as well even though it was a little demeaning to her. She reached her arms back and placed a hand on each of her luscious ass cheeks. She spread the two orbs of flesh apart and exposed her two pink holes for Rashida to see. Rashida couldn't help herself and walked up to Carrie. She then began rubbing the country star's ass and gave it a few sharp smacks. Carrie moaned at the spanks and arched her back even more than she already was. "Such a great ass too Carrie...you've got quite the little body on you." Carrie didn't reply and just held her position before being struck by Rashida on the ass again, even harder this time. "What do you say when you get a compliment Carrie?" Rashida scolded. "Th...thank you." "That's right baby," Rashida said as she now caressed Carrie's ass softly. With that, Rashida took her position back on the edge of the bed. "Ok Carrie, get on all fours and crawl over here," Rashida's next command came. Carrie slowly lowered herself onto her hands and knees and presented Rashida with one of her favorite sights of the night so far. Needless to say, Carrie looked great in the doggy style position. The blonde beauty then turned around and began to crawl towards her new lover. She kept her smile on her face and was really getting into being bossed around by this point. Carrie reached Rashida's feet and kneeled down. Rashida just gazed down at Carrie before putting her left hand on her head and using her right to raise the hem of her skirt as she spread her tan legs. Carrie now had her first up close look at another woman's sex as the actress was not wearing any panties. Rashida's outer lips were gently glistening with moisture and were slightly swollen from her arousal. Carrie had to admit that Rashida's pussy was beautiful and told her so. "Thank you Carrie...now why don't you see if it tastes good as well," with that Rashida guided Carrie's mouth to her cunt. Suddenly, Carrie was eating out another woman for the first time in her life and she could hardly believe it. She could also hardly believe how much she was enjoying it. She didn't have any special techniques like Rashida did and just dove straight in, licking as much as she could. She did know enough to swirl her pink tongue around Rashida's clit and soon had the brunette getting really worked up. All of a sudden, Rashida pushed Carrie's head away and told her to lay on her back on the plush hotel suite carpet. Carrie immediately did as she was told and was not surprised when Rashida stepped over her, still in her dress, and squatted down over her face. Rashida put her pussy right into Carrie's face and the blonde immediately began licking again. She even began to push her tongue into Rashida's opening. The dominant brunette began to slowly grind and roll her hips on Carrie's face, loving every second of feeling Carrie eat out her first pussy. Her plan was going perfectly and she was almost ready to move on to the next phase, which she was really excited for. After a few more minutes of Carrie's enthusiastic licking, Rashida rose off of her new lover. Carrie's face was glistening in Rashida's juices and she still had a brilliant smile on her face. "You taste delicious Rashida...I had no idea being with a woman could be this much fun!" Carrie exclaimed. The Parks and Rec actress could just chuckle at Carrie's newfound enthusiasm for her lesbian encounter. Whereas earlier Carrie was hesitant, she was now fully under Rashida's control. "Well I have something even more fun than pussy eating for you to do now," Rashida said. "Ooohhh goodie!" Carrie cheerily replied while clapping her hands together in excitement. Rashida then helped Carrie to her feet and pulled the stunning singer in for a steamy kiss. She immediately invaded Carrie's mouth with her long tongue and she moaned in pleasure. The two woman just stood in the middle of the room making out for several minutes. Carrie completely naked and Rashida still in her dress, high heels, and glasses. Rashida was rubbing every square inch of Carrie's flawless skin that she could reach and Carrie was returning the favor. The brunette actress finally broke the kiss and both woman gasped for air. Rashida then began to finally remove her dress. Carrie could only watch in awe as Rashida slipped her dress over both shoulders and wiggled it down her lean yet curvy frame. She let the dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it. "Rashida...you are beautiful," Carrie complimented her new lover. "Thank you Carrie," Rashida replied and made her way to the bed, giving Carrie quite the sight of her ass as it swayed back and forth with each step. Rashida got back onto the bed and laid down on her back, slightly propped up on the multitude of pillows. "Carrie why don't you go in the drawer there and grab your surprise," Rashida said as she nodded towards the night stand. Carrie walked over and slid the drawer opened and gasped at what she saw inside. She slowly reached in and pulled the toy out. "Oh my god...what is this Rashida?" Carrie naively asked. She held in her hands some sort of harness looking belt and attached to the front was a thick black dildo that looked to be about eight inches long. Carrie mentally noticed that is was slightly bigger than her husband's cock. "What you've never seen a strap-on before Carrie?" Rashida wondered. Carrie just shook her head as she used a petite hand to touch the dildo. "Well why don't you put it on then?" Carrie's eyes shot to Rashida's. "You mean you aren't going to use it on me?" Carrie asked. "Nope. I'm ready to be fucked. Now do what I say honey." Rashida ordered. Carrie looked back down at the sex toy in her hand. She had no idea how to put it on let alone fuck another woman with it. She had never even thought about being the one fucking another person. She started to try to figure out the different straps while Rashida looked on. Rashida was getting very turned on watching Carrie fiddle with the strap-on. She loved making her newly seduced lovers fuck her with it. They were always so clumsy and nervous about it and something about that really got Rashida's fire going. She briefly recalled watching Jenna Fischer use it on her back when she seduced her on the set of The Office. She remembered how sexy it was to watch Jenna's big tits bounce around as she finally built up a rhythm fucking her. She didn't reminisce for long though as Carrie finally seemed to have the harness figured out and was busy tugging and pulling it up her long, flawless legs. Once she had the harness secured around her trim waist, Carrie looked up with a slight blush on her face and met Rashida's eyes. Rashida was laying back on the bed and was slowly rubbing her pussy with her left hand. Seeing Rashida in that position and realizing that she was about to do something that she had never even dreamt of before had Carrie getting extremely turned on again. She gave a slight chuckle before asking, "Ummm...should I just start or...?" Rashida chuckled right back. "Why don't you get the dildo wet first Carrie?" Rashida instructed, "Just pull up and it will come unhooked." Carrie followed Rashida's directions and quickly had the eight inch black dildo in her hand. Without having to be told, Carrie brought it to her lips and started to lick it. She could see Rashida really enjoying the sight and decided to just go for it. Carrie slid the dildo between her lips and began messily sucking on the sex toy. "Good girl," she heard Rashida say. For some reason it really made her feel even dirtier and totally under the brunette's spell. She was getting as much saliva as she could all over the dildo that she was about to fuck Rashida Jones with. She began moaning around the dildo as she had always loved a hard cock in her mouth and was pushing it in and out of her mouth faster and faster. Finally, she heard Rashida yell out, "Get that sexy ass over here and fuck me Carrie!" Carrie reacted immediately and pulled the dildo from between her full, pink lips. A long strand of spit hung between the end of the fake cock and Carrie's beautiful mouth. She used her hand to wipe the spit from her lips and used the other hand to secure the dildo back onto the harness. It was a strange sight for her to be looking down at a fake dick between her legs and she felt awkward still. However, she stopped hesitating and walked over to the bed and climbed on. Rashida pulled her hand away from her cunt and sucked her own juices off of her fingers. She then spread her long, tan legs and put one on either side of Carrie's now kneeling form. Carrie walked forward on her knees so she was now just inches away from Rashida's dripping wet pussy. "I'm not really sure what to do..." Carrie nervously said while tucking her hair behind her ears. "Come on Carrie, you've been fucked before...just fucking figure it out," a now impatient Rashida said. Carrie swallowed hard and clumsily grabbed the dildo around her waist with her right hand. She leant forward and supported her body with her left. Her long golden hair was hanging down onto Rashida's chest as she looked between her legs and attempted to guide the fake cock into Rashida. On her first attempt, she missed completely and the dildo rubbed against Rashida's flat stomach, causing her to moan at both the contact and at Carrie's clumsiness. Carrie backed her waist back up and tried again. This time she got the dildo in the right place and felt it start to penetrate Rashida's cunt. She continued to thrust her waist forward and soon had the full eight inches buried inside Rashida. She couldn't believe that she was now fucking another woman. As Carrie pushed the dildo into Rashida, the brunette actress moaned and groaned loudly. It felt so good to be penetrated by her favorite dildo and even better since it was attached to her newly seduced lover, Carrie Underwood. As Carrie remained fully inside her seducer, Rashida reached up and pushed her long blonde hair behind her ears. The two women's eyes met for the first time since Carrie started fucking Rashida and they both smiled widely at each other. Their lips met for a brief kiss before Rashida spoke. "How does it feel to be fucking a woman Carrie?" "A little weird but also very hot..." Carrie giggled in reply. "Well why don't you really start fucking me now then?" Rashida said. "I think I will..." With that, Carrie pulled her sexy hips back and slipped completely out of the pussy she was fucking. She let out a sexy grunt of frustration and reached down to slip the fake cock back into her new lover. She had no trouble getting it back in and resumed her unsure thrusting. Good Girl Rashida was loving every second of it and before long, Carrie was beginning to work up a quicker pace. Her athletic body allowed her to find a rhythm soon enough. Had anyone been lucky enough to walk into that hotel room, they would have been met with an insanely hot sight. Carrie's hot, sexy, toned body on top of Rashida's equally sexy body pumping away with a strap-on dildo, her perfect ass moving back and forth. The two skin tones of the women clashed beautifully and their different colored hair only made the image even hotter. Rashida was moaning and encouraging Carrie to fuck her harder and Carrie was obliging. A sheen of sweat was building up on both women as well. "Mmmm...oh fuck yeah...ahhh...fuck that pussy Carrie...HARDER!" Carrie's only response was to start thrusting even harder. She felt Rashida's legs wrap around her waist and pull her even deeper into the dark haired actress whose hands were stroking and rubbing every square inch of Carrie's skin they could reach. Rashida was getting closer and closer to having a massive orgasm as the blonde singer continued to ram her pussy with the dildo. She squeezed Carrie even harder with her legs and reached down with one hand to pinch and twist her right nipple while she reached her other hand down to rub circles on her clit. After another minute or so of thrusting from Carrie, Rashida was right on the brink of her orgasm. With one more pinch of her nipple and one more stroke on her clit, she exploded in ecstasy. "YEEESSSS...unghhh...Carrie...I'm CUMMINNNNGGGGGG!!" Rashida shouted out in bliss. She continued to thrust her hips up towards Carrie's and the dildo attached to them to draw out every last tingle of her massive orgasm. Carrie began to slow her thrusts before pausing with the dildo fully in the brunette's cunt. Rashida was heaving in deep breaths as she came down from her orgasm. She slowly opened her eyes and they immediately locked onto Carrie's. The two women looked deeply into each other's eyes and both began to break into a smile at the same time until they were both widely grinning. They suddenly mashed their lips back together in another intense kiss as they felt closer than ever before now that Carrie had fucked Rashida for her first lesbian sex experience. Rashida suddenly rolled the two women over so that she was now straddling the stunning blonde beneath her with the dildo still buried in her pussy. She rubbed her hands up Carrie's flat tummy until she was cradling a soft breast in each hand. She began to slowly knead the breasts in her hands and Carrie's breathing started to pick up again. Rashida started to twist and roll Carrie's soft nipples with her fingers and pulled them outwards before suddenly letting them go. Carrie's tits softly jiggled when they were released and she let out a sexy little sigh. Rashida then shifted her toned body to the side and the dildo slowly slid from her well fucked cunt. She quickly reached for the dildo and released it from the harness that was still wrapped around Carrie's trim waist. The dildo was slick with her juices and needed to be cleaned up before she could even think about fucking Carrie with it. "This is so wet now Carrie," Rashida said as she indicated the dildo in her hands, "we need to clean it up." Rashida began to move the sex toy towards Carrie's sexy mouth as the singer began to part her lips to reply. Before Carrie knew what was happening, the dildo was slipping past her sexy, pink lips and she was tasting Rashida once again. Now that she had orgasmed, Rashida was back in the mode of taking full advantage of the woman in front of her. She continued to push the dildo into Carrie's mouth. She pushed it into her cheeks and rubbed it all around her mouth. Before long, Rashida was pushing the dildo completely into Carrie's mouth and throat and giving the singer a brutal face fucking with it. Slobber and saliva were spreading around on Carrie's face and she was making gagging sounds, but the look in her eyes told Rashida that she didn't want the brunette to stop. "What a naughty, little slut you turned out to be Carrie!" Rashida exclaimed as she continued to violate Carrie's mouth with the dildo that had just recently been completely buried to the hilt in her pussy. As she began to get tired of jamming the dildo deep into Carrie's throat, Rashida reached down and began to stroke the blonde superstar's tight cunt. She knew that Carrie had gotten even further away from reaching her climax, but was pleased with how much wetness she still felt down there. That meant that Carrie had really enjoyed fucking another woman. The sudden image of plowing Carrie with the strap on around her waist spurred Rashida into action. She pulled the dildo from Carrie's mouth with a slurping sound. It was completely covered in Carrie's slobber. She set it down on the bed and moved to remove the harness from Carrie's body. The lithe blonde immediately lifted her hips off the bed. She was just as anxious to finally get fucked as Rashida was to finally fuck her latest conquest. It only took a few seconds for Rashida to drag the harness straps down Carrie's perfect legs and begin to fasten it around her own waist. She picked the dildo back up to reattach it to the harness, but it was still too slippery for her to get a solid grip on. Rashida then grabbed some of Carrie's lustrous, long hair and began to use it to get some of the spit off the dildo. The force of her pull slightly jerked Carrie's head forward. The action only turned her on even more. It was degrading to have her own hair used to dry spit off a dildo, but she loved it. The slight pain in her scalp from the pressure also sent a jolt straight to her neglected clit. Rashida finally had the dildo in place on the harness around her hips and stood up on her knees on the hotel bed. "Are you finally ready to be fucked Carrie?" the brunette seductress asked. Carrie bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. "Yes please fuck me now Rashida. I need it so bad." "And just how bad is that?" "Unghhh...please Rashida...I need it SOOO BAD." Rashida briefly considered making Carrie really beg her for the fake cock, but was too eager to finally fuck her naughty little singing slut. "Get up on your hands and knees slut," Rashida barked out. Carrie immediately complied. She has always preferred other positions, but doggystyle was perfect for how she was feeling right now. She felt so dirty and naughty and was in no mental position to deny Rashida anyhow. Rashida practically salivated at the sight now in front of her. Carrie's body, in a position that so few people had ever seen it in, ready to be fucked hard. The Parks and Rec star walked on her knees behind Carrie's body. She ran her hands all over Carrie's lower back and perfect ass. The blonde looked back over her shoulder at Rashida. "Well what are you waiting for..." SMACK! Rashida delivered a sharp spank to Carrie's ass. "Impatient aren't we Carrie. Don't worry, you'll get fucked good and hard when I'm ready." Carrie just groaned and turned her head back around as Rashida continued to spank her tanned globes of ass flesh. Just as Carrie thought she would have to endure a spanking before finally getting fucked, Rashida lined her favorite sex toy up with Carrie's practically dripping hole and with one firm thrust, buried the dildo deep into Carrie's cunt. With all the build-up of the evening, Carrie immediately burst into the biggest orgasm of her life as soon as the dildo bottomed out in her tight pussy. She screamed out in pure, carnal pleasure and lust as the waves of her climax rolled over her. "AHHHHH...FUUUUCKKK RASHIDA...YESSSS" Carrie screamed out. Rashida had a shit-eating grin plastered over her lovely face as she didn't stop thrusting for a second. She knew that Carrie would cum almost right away, but she intended to give Carrie at least several more orgasms. She knew just how to treat her newly seduced lesbian lovers to give them the most pleasure. Rashida continued to thrust her lithe hips back and forth; fucking Carrie Underwood's pussy hard and fast. Carrie was moaning and groaning lewdly as her cunt was penetrated by Rashida's fake cock. She was mumbling incoherently as the waves of pleasure continued to roll through her fit, toned body. Suddenly, without warning, Rashida stopped her thrusting with the dildo firmly buried in the tight pussy of her new lesbian lover. She leaned forward over Carrie's smooth back and lifted the blonde singer's hanging head by gently wrapping a hand around her throat. When Carrie's head was lifted Rashida began to lick and suck on her ear. "How does this feel Carrie? You are such a naughty little country slut for letting me fuck you senseless..." Rashida whispered. "Do you want more?" "MMMMmmmm, yes Rashida please...unghh...I need it so bad," Carrie practically begged. Rashida just continued to grin as she reached to gather Carrie's long blonde hair in her hands. Carrie felt what she was doing but was too far gone in her pleasure to even question it. She just desperately wanted Rashida to start fucking her again. Rashida had gathered Carrie's flowing blonde locks into a thick pony tail behind her head and grasped it tightly in her right hand. She then firmly tugged backwards on Carrie's hair at the same time that she resumed her thrusting. Carrie screamed out in pleasure as the combination of pain from having her hair pulled and pleasure from Rashida's continued fucking of her wet pussy was something she had never felt before. Whenever Rashida managed to seduce a new woman to fuck, she always watched how they reacted to a little rough treatment. Light spanking and hair pulling were always part of her repertoire and if her lovers reacted positively she would step it up. Judging by Carrie's screams and moans of pleasure and her earlier reactions to the spankings, Rashida decided to go a little further in the roughness department with Carrie. She suddenly let go of the blonde ponytail in her hand and Carrie's upper body fell towards the bed. It didn't stay there for long as Rashida once again leaned forward over the "Good Girl" singer. However, instead of grabbing Carrie's hair, she grabbed one of Carrie's wrists in each of her hands and pulled her arms straight back behind her as she once again started to fuck Carrie hard. Carrie's head was bouncing up and down as her upper body was supported above the mattress by Rashida's grip on her arms. She couldn't believe how she was being fucked. She had never experienced sex like this before. She always stayed a little reserved with her husband and never let him do anything this rough with her. However, coming from Rashida, it was divine. "OH god...fuck meeeee Rashida...unh...unh...unh," Carrie grunted out. She was now groaning in sync and rocking her hips in time with Rashida's thrusting. After a few more minutes of fucking, Carrie exploded into her second orgasm of the night. "I'M CUMMING AGAIN...AHHHHH...YES," Carrie shouted in bliss. Once she came down from her second orgasm, the pain in her shoulders from Rashida's grip was beginning to hurt more and she pulled against the grip the brunette woman had on her. Rashida felt Carrie pulling back and instead of gently lowering her to the bed, she simply let go of Carrie's arms. That caused the blonde to flop her upper body down into the soft mattress upon which her first lesbian fucking was taking place. Before she even could adjust her position, Carrie felt the dildo slip out of her now well-fucked cunt and missed it immediately. The country superstar didn't have to miss it for long. She felt the Parks and Rec star grab her around her slim hips and turn her over onto her back. She immediately found Rashida's eyes and gave her a grin. Rashida just smiled back before moving to once again insert her strap-on into Carrie now in the missionary position. This time Rashida began to lovingly fuck Carrie nice and slowly. She wanted to bring her new lover to once last orgasm for the night. She gently rubbed and caressed Carrie's smooth soft skin from her belly to her thighs and reached her tits once again. She gave Carrie's nipples some attention, wringing a moan from the sexy singer. Rashida thought that Carrie looked so beautiful and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips again. Carrie immediately moaned into Rashida's mouth and returned the kiss. As the two woman continued to swap spit, Rashida reached between their two flawless bodies and began to rub and circle her fingers around Carrie's clit. She slowly increased the speed of her thrusts in time with her rubbing and Carrie began to moan loudly and move her slim hips up into each new thrust. "Oh yes...oh yes...please Rashida...oh my GOD!!" Carrie said as she once again reached orgasm. Rashida continued her caresses as Carrie came down from her final high of the night and slowly pulled the strap on from Carrie's pussy. Carrie whimpered at the sensation on her now highly sensitive cunt and closed her eyes as she took deep breaths to recover. Carrie felt the bed shift as Rashida got to her feet. For her part, Rashida slipped the strap-on from her waist and let it drop to the floor. She thought about forcing it into Carrie's mouth and throat again, but decided against it. She'd save the taste of Carrie's inner juices for her own pleasure later on. Rashida climbed back onto the bed and laid down next to Carrie; spooning the country singer from behind. Carrie just sighed in content as the two women intertwined their sexy legs and gently rubbed their skin against each other. Carrie was the first one to break the silence of the moment. "Oh Rashida," Carrie softly spoke, "that was the most amazing night of sex I've ever had. I don't ever remember cumming three times in one night." Rashida just moved even closer to the blonde, although that was hardly even possible, and planted a kiss between her new lover's shoulder blades. "Mmmmm...I told you that you'd have a good time silly. Aren't you glad you listened to me?" Carrie giggled in response before saying "Yes, you were definitely right Rashida." The two women were exhausted from their night and began to fall asleep. Before they did, Rashida spoke one last time. "Let's get some rest now honey," Rashida said as she rubbed her legs against Carrie's, "I can't wait to get you in the shower in the morning and soap up these sexy legs of yours." Once again, Carrie gently giggled in response and began to drift off to sleep. "I can't wait Rashida," Carrie said sleepily. Although Rashida definitely planned on showering with Carrie in the morning, the smile that she fell asleep with on her beautiful face was because of her other plans for Carrie in the morning as well. "That's a good girl Carrie," Rashida whispered. To be continued? Leave ideas, comments, suggestions, whatever below. Even if you hated it, I'd like to hear why. Good Girl Word has it you've been a good girl. Well, I can't possibly let that go unrewarded... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (18.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Good Girl Master had told me to keep still. He had told me to wait for Him, my long, dark brown hair in the pigtails He oh, so loved, and naked on all fours on the soft and cuddly light pink blanket He had set out for me earlier. But it was hard! Every crackle or pop of the fireplace scared me! Silly, really, since what should scare me more right now was the unknown. Was Master in a good mood? Had I done anything today that would result in punishment or correction from Him? I thought back over the last few hours. I had done a few loads of laundry, vacuumed the living room floor, gone grocery shopping, and had fed Him an easy but well-enjoyed dinner of cheesy tomato soup and thick, crusty garlic bread. "I can see your usual doubts running through your beautiful head, but you worry for nothing, my pet." I heard the sound of Master's powerful feet as they entered the living room. He fed some kindling to the fire that had been starting to die, bringing it fully, scarily back to life. Master chuckled at my whimpers of fear and rubbed the top of my head with a gentle hand. He allowed that hand to travel down the back of my head, then. Lower, and lower it traveled. Down my back and over the curve of my ass. It stopped between the needy, humid area between my legs, where two lean, probing fingers pushed their way into my flesh. I blushed at the sound of wanton need that crooned from my lips. "Needy as always, I see." Master's fingers left me all too soon and he moved to stand in front of me. I yearned to reach up with a hand and undo his jeans, revealing the thick, stiff erection I knew would be there, but I remained still. I knew well that Master hated when I showed just how needy I truly was. "Open." I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my juices. It always made me feel awkward to taste myself, but I knew Master enjoyed the feeling of my tongue and lips against his fingers. And I enjoyed the feel of any part of him against my lips, to be honest. Oh, how I enjoyed using my lips and tongue to caress his body into climax! "Good pet. But I think your mouth needs something a little bigger. Don't you?" "Yes, Master." I forced my head down so that Master wouldn't see the cheeky grin that had sprang to my lips. I flushed at Master's amused chuckle but watched with greedy, lowered eyes as He took His time in undoing the button and then the zipper of His jeans before allowing them and His black briefs to slide down some to reveal what it was my mouth really hungered for. But all too soon, Master pulled roughly on my pigtails to get my attention. With saliva dripping down the corner of my mouth, I reluctantly allowed my mouth to fall away from his damp cock. I watched with eyes again lowered as Master moved behind me, a hand gently caressing my flesh as He lowered His now gloriously naked body to His knees. "Mmm," I moaned at the first brush of Master's erection against my cunt. I yearned to thrust myself backwards against His cock, but again knew better. He had to be the one to set the pace. Not me. He made it so hard, though! The slightest brush of his cock against any part of my body drove me wild! Master grabbed hold of my hips and slowly, oh, so slowly entered me. He remained fully embedded in my moist core for several seconds before moving. In no time at all his balls were bouncing against my ass and the sound of His grunts mingled with my pants filled the dark, heated room. Will He let me come? I've been such a good girl! But I dared not ask permission, because that was always greeted with a firm "No" and a moderate to hard slap against my ass. "Come for me, pet," He grunted a short time later as the first warm spurts of His seed filled my womb. "Thank you, Master!" I panted as I allowed myself to tumble over the peak I had had a precarious grip on since He had first entered me. My arms could no longer hold my weight and apparently Master's knees had had enough as well, because seconds later we were a still connected tangle on the blanket. Master's arms came around me, giving my middle a squeeze as His lips brushed my neck. "I love you, pet." "And I, you, Master."