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Little Girl

By: Countess DeWinter



To understand me, you have to know that my dad is hot. I don't mean that he suffers in the heat, I mean my dad drives me to distraction with his good looks and great body. I know that might seem strange, but many women are attracted to Daddy and I just happen to be one of them.

It all started when I was in junior high and my body began looking more like a woman's than a little girl's. My tits just kept getting bigger and, as one boyfriend remarked, my legs came together and made a perfect ass of themselves. Since mom had left us, to "find herself," she said, it was just me and Daddy and I enjoyed teasing him.

I was not quite 20 when I discovered that all those years of teasing had had their effect. I was on my way out to party with my friends and was dressed up kinda sexy. I liked wearing short skirts and skimpy tops. They showed off my "assets." I came down the stairs to find Dad waiting for me.

"You're not going out dressed like that." He didn't say it like a question, asking what my plans were. He said it like it was fact.

My rebellious nature reared it's head. "And what am I supposed to wear? A nun's habit?" I could be pretty smart-mouthed and I knew Daddy didn't like it.

"You are not going out dressed like a tramp," Daddy said again. "You will not tease your boyfriends like you've been teasing me all these years."

My mind reeled. I took in the half empty glass in Daddy's hand with a little dark liquid still in the bottom. Jack Daniel's was Daddy's favorite drink in the evening before bed. I figured it was just the whiskey talking. I rolled my eyes in typical exasperated-daughter fashion and pushed past him. Instead of letting me go by and out the door, Daddy caught my arm and spun me around on my heels.

"I said you're not going to do this any more. Don't think I don't know what you've been up to all these years. You think I won't try to take what you've been dangling in front of my nose. You're wrong."

Did I say my Daddy is hot? He's really tall, about 6'4" or 6'5" and built like a dream. He has muscles in all the right places and the most hypnotizing green eyes I've ever seen. Someday, I'll probably want to marry a guy who looks just like him, but for now, all I wanted was this fantastic forbidden fruit. I just didn't think Daddy felt the same way.

"What are you gonna do, Daddy?" I taunted, "spank me?"

A slow smile spread across Daddy's face. I could see a hungry light spark in his eyes as his gaze swept from my face, to my tits, to my legs. He released my arm and set down his glass. "I think that's exactly what you need for teasing me, sweetheart."

Daddy's hands went to his belt, his big leather belt, and began working the buckle. I stood rooted to the spot. I wanted to just leave. My friends would be expecting me. But I was mesmerized by the sound of Daddy's belt as it cleared each loop in his jeans. Surely he wouldn't actually spank me?

Shaking my head, I spun on one heel and turned toward the door. I only took one step before Daddy's had was on my arm. This time, he jerked me back and practically drug me into the living room. I had to struggle to keep my feet under me. I tried to get my hand back, but Daddy was too strong for me. He drug me over to his desk and pushed me face down over it. His desk is pretty tall, or maybe I'm just short, but I folded over at the waist with my ass sticking into the air.

Daddy's strong hand held me to the desk, then he reached out and pulled my skirt up over my hips, exposing my panty-clad ass. I struggled against him, but Daddy was just too strong.

"Daddy, you can't do this!" Even as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I didn't mean it. I wanted Daddy to really see me. As a woman and not as his daughter. I wanted to feel his hands on me, but I wasn't sure about this.

I began to regret selecting the red lace hi-cut bikini I'd chosen that matched my push-up bra. Generally, I liked wearing sexy lingerie. It made me feel good. Now, I could feel Daddy's eyes burning into my backside and then his fingers slipping into the waistband to pull my panties down. When they slid to my feet, he told me to step out of them, then kicked my feet apart.

"You're going to regret teasing me, Jenny. You're going to have a hard time sitting down tonight!"

I didn't hear the belt until it slapped down on my ass. I screamed out with the pain. My ass felt like it was on fire, but the fire didn't stop as Daddy spanked me over and over with his belt. I was crying hard when he finally stopped. My ass must have been covered in red welts. I figured that Daddy just wanted to punish me. All thoughts of teasing Daddy left me head.

As my sobs began to subside, I felt Daddy's hand lift from the small of my back where he'd had me pinned over the desk. I guess I'd figured he'd leave me alone then, but I was wrong. I felt him lean over behind me and then felt his lips on my red, stinging bottom. He kissed each welt, giving each the tip of his tongue and the tickle of his mustache.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers at my slit, stroking up and down, teasing my clit at the top of each stroke. Maybe it was because Mom had left us. Maybe it was because we weren't that far apart in age (only 20 years). Maybe it was because...hell! I had no idea why I wanted to feel my father touching my pussy. All I knew was that I wanted him bad. My body was aching for him.

I arched my back to more fully expose my now very wet pussy. I could feel Daddy's hot breath on the cheeks of my ass as he pushed one finger into my sopping pussy. I nearly came with the feeling. He fucked his finger in and out until I could feel my orgasm building.

"Oh, Daddy!" I screamed. "Make me cum!"

A second finger joined the first and I had my first orgasm of the night, my pussy walls squeezing down on Daddy's fingers.

"Jenny, you are such a bad little girl," Daddy chided me. "How can I ever make you my good girl again?" Daddy pulled me to a sitting position by my hair -- which hurt!! -- and forced me to my knees in front of him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and his cock sprang free. I must have been used to not-yet-fully-grown boys because Daddy's cock was huge! I didn't know how I'd get that huge thing in my mouth. Precum dribbled from the head and Daddy smeared it on my lips.

"Open wide," was all he said.

Daddy held on to my hair and forced his cock into my mouth. I had thought he wanted me to give him a blow job. I was wrong. He just wanted to fuck my mouth. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, each stroke going a little farther into my throat. Before long, my throat was spasming on the head of his cock. I've always had a pretty sensitive gag reflex. Daddy didn't care.

I accidentally scraped my teeth on his cock and then shrank back from the look of rage in Daddy's eyes. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, drew back his arm and slapped me across the face. Did I mention how strong Daddy was? I fell to the floor and lay there, sobbing, holding my cheek.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"Haven't you been punished enough for one night?" Daddy asked. He pulled me up and tore off my mini skirt, silk blouse and red lace bra. Then he pushed me down over the desk again. Just when I thought he ws going to spank me again, I felt the big head of his cock pushing against the opening of my pussy. I was so wet from the spanking and the cock-sucking that he met no resistance. He stood for a moment with just the head of his cock inside me, then savagely thrust himself into me balls-deep.

I'd hoped he didn't expect me to cry out in pain. The bliss that filled my body was evidenced in the pulsing of my pussy around his cock as he pumped into his little girl's hot wet cunt. In seconds, I felt the explosion of pleasure as I orgasmed again. Daddy's hands were on my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust.

"This isn't punishing enough, it would seem." The sneer in Daddy's voice was unmistakable. It's not much punishment when the person enjoys it. But I'd wanted to fuck my Daddy for long enough that I was willing to take it any way I could get it. Daddy pulled back, but instead of plunging again into my pussy, I felt his cock at my back door. His fingers probed my dripping cunt and, using my own juices, lubed my ass.

He inserted first one, then two fingers into my ass to get me used to him. That really hurt and I told him so by wiggling and trying to get away from him.

"Daddy, I've never done that before. It'll hurt!" I cried.

"Only for a little while, Jenny. It'll hurt only a little." Daddy's voice was soothing and his fingers were beginning to feel good in my ass. "Bring your hand down here and play with your clit, " he ordered.

I did as I was told and just as the pain started to fade and the languid feeling from my clit began, I felt Daddy's cock push into my ass. He was gentle. He pushed into me slowly and allowed my virgin hole to get used to his size before he pushed all the way into me. Then he waited a moment for me to get used to him. When I arched my back and moaned, he chuckled softly and began pumping my ass.

Many images began to flood my mind. Daddy doing the laundry and taking special care with my panties. Daddy helping me choose a prom dress, very short and tight. Daddy looking at my ass every chance he got. I wondered how long Daddy had been admiring my ass.

Daddy's hands began to caress my body. His voice went from hard to soft and gentle. His hands cupped my tits, squeezing them and pinching my nipples until they were aching. His lips grazed my back, my shoulders, my neck. I kept on fingering my clit until I was about to cum.

"Oh, Daddy," I sighed. "I'm going to cum. I want you to fill my ass with all your sweet cum."

"Here it is, baby girl."

I could barely feel anything besides the orgasm that started at that moment exploding in my brain and my cunt, but Daddy began thrusting faster and harder until I heard him cry out his orgasm. I swore I could feel the gushing of his cum into my bowels.

He slowed his thrusts then pulled out of my ass with a little "pop." We collapsed together on the floor. Daddy held me close to his chest, stroking my hair, my face, wherever he could reach.

I snuggled against him, being careful of my very sore bottom. When we'd caught our breath, Daddy stood and helped me to my feet. He led me to the shower where we soaped each other up. After, he took some perfumed lotion and rubbed it onto the welts on my ass.

"Promise me you won't be bad anymore, so I won't have to spank you like that again," Daddy admonished me.

As I felt my pussy getting wet and hot again, despite the pain in my ass, I knew I was going to be a very bad girl for a very long time.

Little Girl



I stepped nervously into the dark nightclub. The walls vibrated with the amazing volume of the music as I pushed my way through the crowd to the bar. I shouted my order at the bartender and he quickly produced it in front of me. I took a sip and observed the crowd. I looked up and noticed that there was a second floor that was merely a balcony overlooking the first floor. I saw a man sitting there staring intently at me. I looked away and scanned the crowd again for someone familiar. I didn't expect to find anyone I knew there; I was older than all of my close friends and I had just turned 21 the previous day. Still, I searched for even the slightest acquaintance to help take this alienated feeling from me. 

I sat at the bar for half an hour and had two drinks. They were already beginning to change me; I wasn't a heavy drinker at all. I decided to pay for my drinks and leave; this wasn't any fun. 

As I scrambled through the crowd, a guy started grinding his hips into mine, "Where you going baby?" 

I rolled my eyes and walked on past him. Just as I was ten feet from the door, my favorite song came on. My anger rushed away as I began to dance with no one in particular - this song really pumped me up. I moved through the crowd throwing my hands up and grinding my ass into any guy's hips that I passed by. I didn't care if they were already dancing with someone; I just shoved my way in between them. I had to have a piece of every guy there that night. 

The energy surged through me so quickly that I didn't know how to deal with it. I never thought I was going to be doing the things I was doing. I even kissed a few guys as I passed them; leaving their dates angry as hell. Some bitch even slapped a guy I had kissed, accusing him of previously knowing me - which made me laugh. I walked backwards into someone that wasn't dancing; he was just standing still. I turned to apologize and noticed it was the man that had been staring at me from the balcony above. He wasn't much taller than I; not only did I have 3" heels, but he was fairly short for a man. He beckoned for me to follow him and I gave him a confused look. 

'Trust me' he mouthed and turned to the door. 

Somehow something was drawing me to him, but I didn't know what. It seemed this guy was familiar somehow - but how could that be? 

I followed him through the crowd and through the door, past the bouncers to what must have been his car. He stopped by the driver's side door and I stopped fifteen feet from him; I was stupid enough to follow him out of the club, but I wasn't stupid enough to leave with him. Besides, there were people all around us; he wasn't about to kidnap me. He made a 'come hither' motion with his finger and I felt like I was being pulled towards him by an invisible rope. I found myself walking slowly towards him and was shocked when I let him touch my face. He moved aside and turned me so my back was leaning against the door. He ran the back of his hand down my cheek as he leaned down to kiss me. It hit me about what was happening and I pushed him off me before our lips made contact. He walked back towards me and put his hands even with my shoulders on either side of me. Even though he wasn't much taller than me, something about him was intimidating as hell, and he scared me tremendously. For the first time of the night, I heard his voice. 

"Now that wasn't very smart," there was a slight pause before, "little girl." 

My eyes went wide at the sound of those words. I had an ex boyfriend that used to call me that as a sexual game. But it was just a coincidence; I still was a little girl to him. He looked about thirty or in his late twenties. Still, I couldn't help the chill that went through me when he said that. I dismissed the idea of this being my ex boyfriend until he spoke again. 

"You don't want to displease Daddy, do you, little girl?" 

My jaw dropped. No, this couldn't be him. It's been too long. How on earth could we have met here of all places? It had been over six years! I stared into his eyes and my stomach dropped. It was him. There was no mistaking those bright green eyes that I had stared into so intently while I felt his cock plunge into me many a time. 

"Sean!" I shouted at him. 

"Shh," he replied, putting a finger over my mouth to silence me as he slowly nodded, confirming my fears. 

For some odd reason, I felt my pussy getting wet, and I found myself responding, "No, Daddy. I do not wish to displease you Daddy." 

This was our game; he called me little girl and I called him Daddy. He loved to take over me and make me do things for him; make me pleasure him in any way possible. I didn't remember him the same: he looked completely different. He had longer hair now, and had gotten contacts instead of his glasses. But, I didn't look the same either; I had lost 30 pounds since I had last seen him, and I knew he noticed. The memories came rushing back as he dove down to close his lips over mine. 

I let his tongue enter into my mouth; feeling just as it had so many years ago. He gently caressed my face and neck as our tongues played with each other. I found myself melting into his hands and realized that I was his again; if even just for tonight. The feelings he had given me before had not left my memory - he was my first fuck, both pussy and ass, and he was the only boyfriend I had had up to date that would actually take a powerful role over me. I had missed him many nights after we broke up. He pulled his lips away from mine, but only about an inch. 

Our noses were still nudged up together as he spoke, "Get in the car, little girl." 

I could not help but to obey. He backed up slightly and I walked around to my side of the car and opened the door for myself. I sat down in the seat as he settled into his own. We put on our seatbelts and he began to drive off. I couldn't believe myself - here I was, yet again fulfilling his desires. I wasn't sure of what to say, and I didn't know if he was going to say anything to me. After three minutes of silence, I heard his voice again. 

"So, it's been a while, has it not, little girl?" 

"Yes, Daddy, it has." 

"How have you been?" 

"I've been good, Daddy. I'm engaged now." 

He grabbed my left hand and looked down at my gorgeous 5 karat diamond ring. 

"Does he treat you well?" he said as he looked up at the road, giving a blank expression.

"Yes, he does. I love him very much." I didn't feel like I needed to call him 'Daddy' any longer.

"Then why are you in the car with me? Or is it that chump of a boyfriend I took you away from before?" 

"Yes, it's him. He moved over here and now we're living together in an apartment on Third Street." 

"No matter. You still didn't resist me, even after you knew it was me. That has to say something. Did my little girl miss her Daddy?" 

"Yes, I did Daddy. Quite often I missed you." 

"As I you," he paused. "Now, no more useless chatter. Spread your legs for me so I can feel that fresh pussy." 

I felt embarrassment overcome me and I couldn't get myself to just spread my legs open to him. 

"Do as I say!" He shouted at me. I quickly complied - I had always hated it when he yelled at me. 

"Good girl. Let's see if you're wearing any panties, shall we?" 

I felt him move his hand across the car to my pussy. I anticipated his touch on my thigh and watched his hand slowly move up to my open sex. He moaned slightly when he found out I wasn't wearing anything underneath my short skirt. 

"Mmm, you often go without panties wearing a skirt like that?" I nodded my head yes. 

"Why, little girl?" 

"Because it makes me feel sexy, Daddy." 

"Oh and you do indeed look sexy. Such a petite figure. You've bloomed into a very beautiful woman. No doubt you have guys all over you at college?" His hand moved deeper into my skirt and his thumb searched for my clit. I gasped when he found it.

I nodded my head. "Yes, Daddy, they seem to like me." 

"Do you tease them as you used to me?" He rubbed my hard nub harder within my skirt. 

"Yes Daddy, I like to tease them." I closed my eyes and pushed my hips onto his hand more. He removed his hand from within my skirt as he put the car in park. 

"We're here," he announced. I looked up to find that we were parked outside the hotel that he always took me to. He used to work there as night auditor, so he would always pick me up before work and bring me back to an empty room, where I would be available to him any time he wanted to come and take me. 

I exited the car and he did the same. For the first time, I walked through the front of the hotel and didn't sneak in through the side. He grasped my hand as we walked up to the front desk. 

"Reservation for Sean Folleur," he said to the desk clerk. Reservation? I didn't know he planned this. "Yes, I did know you were going to be at the club tonight," he whispered to me as if he read my mind. 

He grabbed the key to the room and we walked down the hallway to a very familiar place. We entered the room that he had taken me in so many times before. It even smelled the same, even though hotels tend to maintain the same smell. 

He walked over towards the bed as I stood just inside the doorway. 

"Come over here. Stand in front of me and strip." 

He always knew I hated stripping for him; but that was back when I was just discovering my sexuality and when I was a very shy person. Now I was more open about everything and knew what things I liked and what things I didn't like. Nevertheless, I went in front of him and turned my back to him. I remembered how he liked me to perform for him. I spread my legs far apart and began to remove my shirt. Slowly I lifted it over my head and I tossed it to the floor beside me. I could feel my nipples harden as they felt the cool air of the room. The satin bra didn't help to insulate them whatsoever. I moved my hands around to my back and began to undo the bra clasp. Just as I separated it, I felt Sean's hands touch my thighs and begin to caress them. I let my bra fall to the floor as well, landing on top of my shirt. My nipples were now fully hard and erect as I placed my hands by my side and waited to be instructed further. 

His hands roamed my smooth and lean legs, making circular movements up my thighs until they touched my bare sex. I moaned when I felt him touch my soaking pussy. I was so excited to be with this powerful lover again. 

His hands dropped from my body and he said, "Pull your skirt up until your ass is no longer covered and then lean over the dresser there in front. Look into the mirror." 

I began to lift my skirt up slowly and bent over as I did so; giving him a wonderful show that he had not seen in a long time. I moved slightly forward and placed my hands upon the dresser. I shoved my ass out at him and looked intently at him in the mirror. He stood up and came back around behind me. I felt his hands caress my firm ass - he was always gentle unless I disobeyed him. I felt him lift his hand up and come down on my bare ass, giving me a short slap on my ass, sending waves of pleasure through me as I remembered how much I had loved to be spanked. A small moan escaped my lips after I felt the wave go through me. Another slap I felt on my ass, and another, and another. Over and over he spanked me, but only very softly. I continued to stare at him and his lustful gaze meet mine many times. The last slap was short and hard; just enough to excite me and leave me wanting more. 

I felt him step towards me ever so slightly and I felt one of his hands dip underneath my ass and feel around my pussy. He entered a finger into my pussy and I groaned, so very excited to feel his touch again. 

"Oh, little girl, you're just as tight as I remember. Haven't you been fucked since me?" 

"Not many times Daddy." 

"Why not? Does he not enjoy using your body like I once did?" 

"No, Daddy." 

"Well, if your pussy is just as tight as it was six years ago, I bet your ass is just as tight, is it not?" He removed his finger from my pussy and inserted it into my ass. The intrusion made me cringe. 

"Wow. Even tighter here. I don't get your fiancée. Please tell me he fucks your ass." 

"No, Daddy." 

"Not at all?" 

"No, Daddy." 

"So I'm the only one that has had the pleasure of feeling the inside of your tight ass?" 

I nodded. 

"Why has he not fucked you back here?" He had forgotten that his finger was still inside my ass apparently, because he wasn't moving it. 

"Because he doesn't like to Daddy. He thinks it's disgusting." 

"Does he, now? Well, that's absurd. You don't think it is, do you, little girl?"

"No, Daddy. I liked it when you fucked me in my ass." 

"I thought so. Well, that's certainly on the agenda for tonight then. It's been too long since I've had an ass fuck myself." 

As if he suddenly remembered that his finger was still impaled in my ass, he began to remove it. I was relieved when he took it out; my ass was so tight and the intrusion not only no longer felt familiar, but it hurt as well. I gasped when he rubbed two fingers against my pussy and then moved them back up to my asshole. 

"No, please don't. It hurts Daddy," I pleaded. 

"I know, little girl. But you know you love the pain." On the word 'pain', he shoved the two digits into my ass. I took in a breath between my teeth as the pain shot through me. He pushed them in deeper and deeper still. 

"Ow! Take them out Daddy! Please, take them out!" I pleaded. 

He spanked me hard and replied, "Shut up! You used to take this, now be the whore I know you are! You're MY slut now. You will let me use you as I please." 

I nodded my head in response as he began to pull out his fingers from my ass. He pushed them back in, then back out again. My sphincter relaxed a bit after I got used to his now gentle rhythm. I pushed myself back onto his fingers. 

"Mmm, yes, harder Daddy. Please, give me more Daddy," I found myself saying. I already wanted more from him. He removed his fingers just as I had begun to enjoy it. 

"Get onto the bed, little girl. Lie down on your back and spread your legs for me. Oh, but remove your skirt and stockings first. We can't have them getting in the way." I got up, removed my skirt and stockings and let myself down on the bed. I spread my legs for him and watched him walk over towards me. He placed his hand on my pussy again, rubbing my clit hard. 

"Such a delicate pussy. So meant for fucking." 

He slipped two fingers into my pussy and I moaned as I threw my head back. It had been over a month since my fiancée had even so much as touched me sexually. I bucked my hips up to his fingers just once before he began a fierce rhythm. I remembered he liked his sex hard and I had as well. I didn't realize how many desires I had that weren't being met by my fiancée that Sean had once fulfilled. I moaned as he let a third finger enter into my pussy. 

"Oh yes Daddy. Give it to me harder Daddy. Harder!" He shoved his fingers restlessly into me, increasing his rhythm. In and out, in and out, I felt his fingers move. The friction was building up a strong orgasm inside me. He reached down with his other hand and pinched my clit. I arched my back up at the unexpected jolt of pain, but then let out a soft moan as I let my breath out. My orgasm built up even more as he began to talk dirty to me, like he knew I loved. 

"Take it, slut. You like the feeling of my fingers fucking your pussy so hard, don't you? I'm going to fuck you so hard your fiancée is going to have to ask why you can't even walk tomorrow." He inserted a fourth finger into my open and dripping pussy as he continued, "And that ass of yours is all mine. Yes, take it whore. Take more. Can you take more, little girl?" I nodded my head. 

"Okay, here it is. Get ready for my fist!" 

With that, he pulled his fingers out and plunged his whole hand deep inside me, up to his wrist. I screamed as I felt his hand tear my pussy apart; I had never been stretched so wide before. 

"Oh please, it hurts! Ah, take it out, please!" I pleaded, desperate for him to remove his hand from within my pussy. 

"No. Take it," he said as he began to push further. 

"Ah! No deeper, please Daddy!" 

"Yes, deeper little girl. Take my fist." 

He began to push his wrist into my gaping pussy as I clenched my pussy around his wrist, trying to relieve some of the pain. He pushed another inch inside and spread his fingers out. 

"Oh Daddy stop! Please stop!" I cried, tears now burning my eyes. 

He ignored my pleas as he pushed even deeper with his fingers spread. He began to pull out once he had reached his whole hand and two inches of his wrist into me. He did not let his fingers come back together - he kept them spread. He pulled his hand out of my pussy and entered two more fingers into me. 

"Now let's see if you've learned to have an orgasm," he said to me. When I was with him, I never could let myself go to have an orgasm. 

"Oh no, please, don't make me cum!" I cried to him as I felt him start to massage my g-spot. He smiled evilly as he began to push harder onto my delicate and sensitive spot inside my pussy. The tears had faded away by now and I closed my eyes as I felt my orgasm once again build up inside me. He reached down with his other hand and lubricated it with my pussy juice. I felt him move it down towards my tight asshole. His finger teased it for a minute or two, just barely entering my asshole and moving around a bit. I pushed my hips towards his welcoming hands as he let his finger enter my asshole. He pushed it all the way to the knuckle as I moaned; this time it felt good. 

He began a rhythm between his massaging of my g-spot and his finger fucking of my asshole. The taunting rhythm began to take over my body as I felt my hips moving with his fingers. The fire inside me became unbearable and I felt the waves of orgasm roll over me. I gripped his fingers tightly as he continued the same rhythm he had been doing. Wave after wave rolled through me as I had another mind-shattering orgasm; the most intense I ever had. My hips bucked up towards him as I lost my breath and my body exploded onto his hands. My eyes were rolled back in my head in ecstasy as I dropped my body down onto the bed; spent. I felt him remove his fingers and come up to my level on top of me. 

He bit my trembling bottom lip seductively and said, "Mmm, that's a good girl. Now that I know I can make you cum, let's get started, shall we?" 

Started? I had already had multiple orgasms and he was just getting started? I had forgotten how into sex Sean was, apparently; my fiancée only wanted it once every few weeks or so, and even then it was sweet and romantic. It was never wild like Sean. 

"I'm going to take your ass first, little girl. Your pussy needs a rest I think. Now turn over, little girl. You know how I like you to be positioned." 

He laid on his side as I rolled over onto my stomach. I bent my knees directly under my ass and let my face rest onto a pillow. This is how he liked me; my ass up to him in submission, and my face buried into a pillow so my screams would be muffled so only he could hear them. 

"That's it, little girl. I'm glad you remember." 

He stood up and removed his clothing; it hadn't struck me until then that he still had all of his clothing on. He moved back onto the bed behind me and I felt him rub his cock up against my ass. He moved it down to my pussy and began to push it inside. 

"I need to get my cock nice and wet so that I can fuck your ass real hard, little girl. Just one big thrust, okay?" I nodded my head as I felt him thrust his hips forward and gain forced entrance into my torn pussy. I bit my bottom lip to suppress the small scream that would have emitted from my lips. He pulled his cock out and placed the head of it against my ass. 




Little Girl



"Get ready, little girl. This is going to feel like your first time again, since I haven't fucked you back here in so long. I'll go slow at first, little girl, so you can adjust." 

"Thank you Daddy." He pushed forward with his hips and I felt his cock head begin to spread my asshole wide. I pulled myself forward, away from his intrusion, but he pulled me back onto his cock by my hair. I had no choice but to follow his grasp on my hair, and his head gained entrance into my tight asshole. 

"Oh Daddy, please, take it out! It's too big!" 

He spanked my ass and said, "No! You took it before, now take it again!" 

He pushed further forward, making another inch of his cock go into my asshole. I tried to relax my ass for him, but I just couldn't. I pulsed my asshole around his cock, hoping either to make him cum soon or remove it from my stretched ass. 

"Oh god, yes, little girl. Keep doing that. Milk my cock like you used to. Mmm" he moaned out as I gripped his cock again, this time harder. 

He pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside my ass, and then he pushed in again, not stopping until his whole length was buried deep within my asshole. I accepted his cock into my ass, but it burned and I knew my ass was being torn by his enormous member. My ass once again (involuntarily this time) convulsed around his cock, making him pause his exit. He continued to pull out of my ass and then he pushed back again; still slow with his movements. When he pulled out again, he pulled completely out and then plunged his cock all the way into my asshole. 

"Oh god Daddy! No! Please, don't!" I screamed as his cock tore my asshole even more. He repeatedly did this over and over until I began to fuck him back, pushing myself backwards onto his hard cock. It wasn't too long after I felt his cock begin to twitch within my asshole. 

"Where do you want my cum, little girl?" 

He always knew I wanted it in my mouth - I loved the taste of cum. 

"In my mouth, Daddy. Shoot your delicious cum into my mouth, Daddy." 

He removed his cock from my asshole and flipped me over. He didn't even have to pump his cock before he shot out load after load onto my face and into my mouth. I had my mouth open for him, but hadn't thought to close my eyes. His cum burned when it touched my eyes, and I tried to squirm away, but he kept me still until every last drop of cum was out of his balls and onto my face. He stepped into the bathroom and I heard him turn the water on and wash his cock off as I caught my breath. I hadn't realized I was so close to cumming yet again; I was too involved in the pain of it all. I had just been ass-fucked for the first time in six years and my ass was simply burning from the abuse. 

He walked out of the bathroom and said, "Lean your head off the side of the bed. I'm going to make you do what you never learned to do while you were with me." I knew instantly what he wanted me to do. He wanted me to lean my head off the bed and take his cock down into my throat. He had tried to fuck my face like this before, but I had never let him do it; I always jumped away when I felt I was denied of oxygen for too long. 

"First off, though, we have to make sure you can't move." He walked over to my stockings and picked them up off the floor. 

"These are flimsy, but they will have to do." He moved around to the other bed and pushed it closer to the one I was lying on. There was just enough space in between for him to stand and fuck my face. He tied one of my wrists to one end of a stocking, while he tied the other end to the leg of the bed opposite of the one I was on. He did the same with my other wrist. Now I couldn't move away - I could only move further off the bed; which meant the only way I could was move was to move further onto his cock. He smiled down at me as I looked up at him with pleading eyes; I had wanted to do this before, but I wasn't tied up then, and I could jump away if I felt I needed oxygen enough. Now I was trapped though, and was about to be forced to swallow his cock and make him cum as I choked, gagged, and suffocated around his cock. I swallowed hard as he stepped over towards my head. I snapped my mouth shut as he grasped his cock and moved it towards my mouth. 

"Open your mouth, little girl," he cooed to me. 

When I didn't obey, he began to rub his semi-hard cock on my face. Over my eyes, my nose, my mouth. I was surprised that he hadn't struck me or yelled at me, but instead he kept moving his cock over my mouth and chin. His cock began to grow again, now almost fully hard. He knew it was only so long before I couldn't resist his cock any longer and I would open my mouth for it. I loved sucking cock and I knew he remembered. He could feel my breath coming out of my nose going onto the underside of his cock. I soon became lightheaded and finally surrendered to him. 

I stuck my tongue out ever so slightly and licked the tip of his cock head. He didn't expect it, but when he felt it, he pushed his cock forward against my lips. 

"Come on little girl, open your mouth for Daddy's cock," he said to me, again gentle. This time I complied, thinking that he would be slow and gentle once I submitted to him, but he was not. When he felt my mouth open for him and my throat relax for his cock he started to push his cock back into the depths of my throat. After a few inches of his cock was in my mouth, he pushed forward faster and harder, until his whole cock was wedged into my throat. I gagged and pulled on my restraints, but I couldn't move. 

Tears started to gather in my tightly shut eyes as I struggled beneath him. I tried to breathe and that only made it worse. I heard him moaning above me: my throat was massaging his now rock hard cock. He held his cock there, deep inside my throat, for over a full minute and it wasn't too long after that that I stopped moving; the lack of oxygen to my upside down head was driving me into unconsciousness. Just as I saw things go black around me, he slowly withdrew his cock from my throat. I coughed and drew in a huge heaving breath just before he plunged his cock into me again. He didn't hold it there long, but only pulled it out and plunged it back in again. I tried to keep my throat relaxed so he could just fuck my face and get it over with, but I somehow couldn't. I gagged and choked on his cock over and over. 

"Oh yeah. Choke on my cock, little girl. Gag on Daddy's cock..." he said every few minutes. Tears fell to the carpet below us as I finally felt his cock begin to get harder and I knew he was going to cum soon. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and very quickly ripped the stockings in half, letting me go of my bonds. He spun me around so my body was atop the covers and under his standing figure, with my pussy and ass on the edge of the bed: both now begging to be fucked. 

He plunged his cock into my pussy all the way as he lifted my legs up to his shoulders. He knew I hated this position because it allowed his cock to go so deep inside me, but he loved it. He began to ruthlessly pound me with his hips as I began to moan. 

"Oh yes Daddy, deeper! Deeper Daddy! Harder!" I screamed up at him. He responded by pulling his cock out of my pussy and rubbing it against my asshole. 

"No Daddy! No!" I screamed louder at him, but his cock had already begun to enter my asshole. He pushed harder, with my ankles still atop his shoulders, until his whole cock was embedded into my asshole yet again. He pulled out and started a new rhythm: this one faster than before. His cock slid in and out of my asshole easily now; my pussy was leaking juice down onto my asshole and kept his cock well-lubricated. Now the ass-fucking felt good and I was shoving my hips upwards to meet his. He reached his arms around my legs and pinched my nipples hard. I screamed as a very unexpected orgasm rushed through me. His cock was slamming into my asshole with even more force as before as he kept pinching my nipples harder and harder. I felt him begin to shoot his cum into my ass and it sent me into another mind blowing orgasm. He shoved his cock into my ass one last time as the last of his load shot deep into my colon. I still couldn't breathe and hadn't been able to for at least fifteen minutes now. 

He leaned down to kiss me as he let my legs fall on either side of him. He kept his cock inside me as he began to kiss my neck and my earlobe. He blew into my ear and I shuddered: he remembered how much I had loved that. He gently caressed my breasts and pinched my nipples in his hands as I felt another fire kindle within me. 

"Come on, little girl. You have one more cum in you," he said to me as he lowered his mouth to one of my nipples. He reached his right hand down to my clit. He tapped it once and another orgasm shot through me. My pussy clenched and my ass clamped around his cock as I took in an almost impossible breath. 

"That's my little girl," he said as he leaned up to kiss me once more quickly on the lips. He pulled his cock out of my ass and once again stepped into the bathroom to clean off his cock. I stayed put on the bed, still very out of breath. He came over to me and lifted me up to my feet. He brought my clothes to me (besides my torn stockings) and I put them on. He made me dress him before we left. He took me back to the nightclub and walked me to my car. I turned to face him and he put his hands on either side of my shoulders. 

He kissed me again and just before he left he said, "Thanks for the fuck. I hope to see you again soon, little girl."



Little Girl



"Stop fidgeting and get to work. You're distracting me, and I'm not even doing anything important."

At the sound of His voice, your shoulders straighten and you still in your chair. He doesn't sound angry; there is the characteristic firmness in His voice, though it is tempered with the sound of a gentle smile, amusement. You swivel around to face Him, sheepish. "It's...boring." You make sure to keep your voice low and even, and flash a smile so He won't think you're whining. No more words—He just waves you back to the computer to finish your work. At the beginning of the summer, you would never have suspected that, come autumn, you'd be writing a term paper while sitting naked in your Master's chair, but...here you are. You shift slightly, and your thighs stick to the seat. Where your skin touches the chair, you can feel the uncomfortable stickiness of sweat, but the rest of you seems to be covered in goosebumps from the chilly air. 

"I'm cold..." Now you're whining, and you both know it. 

"Turn around." He is close to losing patience with you. With a shiver unrelated to the temperature, you do as you're told. His eyes freely travel the length of your body, searching, you know, for signs that you are telling the truth, and not just whining. After a few long moments, He puts His book aside and rises from His seat to disappear into his bedroom. He is probably tired of listening to you. You turn to your essay with a sigh.

He returns accompanied by the telltale clinking sound of a familiar chain, but orders you to close your eyes before you can look up at Him. Your seat is rotated to face Him, and you sense him stoop a bit, to be closer to your level, then feel His strong warm fingers tweak your nipples. Unguarded, you let out a quiet moan. After a few seconds of His ministrations on each breast, you feel the cold metal teeth clamp down around your nipples. Another moan, this time colored with the slight delicious edge of pain. It's almost as though your breasts have a direct, physical connection to your core, because you can feel the heat growing there. This is not going to help your attention span, but you keep your mouth shut. You can feel yourself slipping even deeper into your role as His submissive, just as he prefers. There's a lot to be said, you muse, trying to maintain your tremulous grasp on normalcy, for classical conditioning.

When He straightens, you open your eyes and study His face. Similarly, His eyes linger on the sight of you—your thighs now pressed tightly together, your hands grasping the arms of His chair, your nipples already turning a dark pink under the clamps, and you feel shy, as always. You want to please Him above all else. Finally, you remember your place and lower your eyes to your knees. He drapes something around your shoulders—something soft and smeling of Him—and you realize that it is one of his button-up shirts.

"You may wear that until you have finished," He says, and you realize that the clamps were a kind of compromise, a reminder of your position in case this kindness gave you the wrong idea. You quickly fasten the buttons on His shirt and return to your work once again, this time slightly more comfortable.

Once you've completed your essay, you move to kneel in front of Him, back straight, shoulders back, eyes lowered, at a respectful distance. "Sir," you murmur, once you can feel His expectant gaze. "May I return your shirt?"

"You may," comes His reply. "Slowly."

Once again you raise your fingers to work the buttons, and you can feel Him before you, approving. With each button freed from its place, more of your pale skin is revealed to Him, and finally you are completely exposed in front of your Master, from your breasts accented with painfully-pink nipples at either end of a glittering silver chain, to your pussy shaved smooth and soft. You slip the shirt down off of your shoulders, and the movement causes the chain to tug on both of your nipples. Dutifully, you fold the shirt and hand it to Him, eyes still focused on the floor.

"Good girl," comes His low voice as He accepts the offering. "Now, come here." He tugs you forward using the chain, and in a moment you have crawled forward between his knees, your front side pressed against the chair He is sitting in. "And how do you intend to repay me for the use of my clothing?" It's that voice you love again—firm, but smiling. The corners of your lips curl a bit.

"May I suck your cock, Sir?" Your eyes flicker boldly to his face (He's watching you intently), then, more appropriately, to his crotch. He is bulging slightly already, and you are pleased that He seems to like what He sees, though you know that there is still much more of Him not showing.

"Would you like that?" You can hear more of a smile now, and, correspondingly, the heat in your lower region grows, throbbing a bit.

"Yes, Sir. Very much." You hesitate. "But...only if You would." Silence stretches between you for several long moments and you begin to grow fearful that He will not grant you permission. Finally, though, he settles back in his chair.

"Then, by all means, continue."

Your eyes move to his face yet again (a bad habit when you're in chains, and one that He has often tried to train out of you), before you unfasten His belt, His fly, freeing His cock. Shyly at first, you run your tongue along His length, teasing Him into growing harder. When He is finally standing at full attention (for you, you realize with a little thrill), you close your mouth around the tip, sliding your tongue around it, savoring the taste of His skin, of the drops of precum that are already leaking out from His tip. Slowly, you work your way down His shaft until He is pressed against the back of your throat. He is filling your senses now—the dark musky scent of his skin and the taste of him on your tongue are intoxicating, the feelings that they evoke almost dizzying. You pull back a little, wrapping one hand around the base (mostly out of habit) and imediately feel Him pull your hair, yanking you backwards. His cock slides most of the way out of your mouth, only the very tip left resting against your lips. You look up at Him, a little shocked and confused as to what you've done wrong.

"I gave you permission to suck my cock, girl," he bites out. "You use your mouth for that." You don't move for several seconds, so frozen are you by the sudden (though minimal) violence, and he pulls your hair harder now. "Hands behind your back—now." The direct order unfreezes you, and you comply immediately. This appeases Him, and He loosens his grasp, although He has yet to completely release you. His free hand moves to the chain dangling between your tits, and He tugs it, none-too-gently. You whimper, but remain still. "You seem to be having trouble with the rules lately. First that backtalk at the computer, and now you're ignoring direct orders? Am I wasting My time with you?"

You can feel yourself go pale—you don't want to disappoint Him. What if He gets tired of you and leaves? You shake your head, feeling both silly and desperate. You're afraid to respond verbally, but He's still holding your hair, and you know that He's studying your reactions, so you swallow hard (keeping your eyes lowered, of course) and manage a tearful "No, Sir."

"Good." But still He doesn't release you, and you wonder if you've made Him angry enough that he doesn't want to play anymore. A small, selfish part of you fears that because you know you're dripping wet and aching for release, but, more importantly, because you know He likes to do these things too, because you like to make Him happy. He rises, which forces you to sink backwards, and you look up at Him from beneath His cock. "Stand up," He orders, and you stumble to your feet. "Follow Me."

Not that you have much choice—He is still tugging on the chain attached to your tender nipples. He leads you into His bedroom and gestures for you to lie on the bed, and you comply, of course. He pulls the door shut with a solid, final "click", then returns to stand beside the bed. You get the sense that He is evaluating you, determining whether you look...suitable. Worthy. This...this is unfamiliar. He has punished you of course, but it's never felt like this before. The foolish urge to hide, to cover yourself, rises in you, but you (wisely) ignore it. "Are you very angry with me, Sir?" The words are pathetic, barely whispers. He trails His fingertips lightly along your cheek, down your neck, across the rounded tops of your breasts, down to your navel, and then...lets it slip away before he comes to where you most wish to be touched.

"I am disappointed," He replies softly. "Turn over."

You've started to tremble now, but do as you're told, exposing your back and buttocks to your Master. With your face buried in His pillows, it is hard to hear what is happening behind you, but after a moment, you feel His presence on the bed, straddling your knees. Without warning, you feel a sharp blow across the backs of your thighs, and you yelp despite yourself. The pillows muffle the sound, but not enough. He has heard you. "Do you not want to continue this?" He asks. "You can go home at any time, you know."

You shake your head vigorously, lift it a bit to be heart. "No, Sir. I want to continue. I want You to punish me. Please, make me better for You?"

His response is another solid smack to your thighs, and this time you choke back a sob.

"Thank me, little girl," comes His new order. "Each time I spank you with this crop, I am making you better, just like you asked." Another stroke, in exactly the same spot as before, and, through the pain, you comply. He gradually moves up your thighs, to focus the constant rain of strokes on your ass, and soon your cheeks are red and stinging—and, as expected, your pussy is wet and pulsing again. The blows begin to slow, and soon each one is tempered by His hand caressing your skin. You realize now that His pillows are soaked, not with your sweat as you had thought in near-delirium, but with tears. You try—and fail—to hide a sniffle, and finally, the blows cease.

"On your knees." His voice is unreadable.

You've learned your lesson tonight—you obey him immediately, rising to kneel. His strong hand on the back of your neck forces the upper part of your body back to the bed. Your glistening pussy is now displayed to Him, presented in the most base manner, and you feel equal parts aroused and ashamed. Two thick fingers part your inner labia, then delve deep inside of you, once again without warning.

"Did you like that punishment, little girl?" He might be smiling. You nod, though your too busy forcing yourself to stay still and silent to trust your voice. "Yes, I guess you did." Just as abruptly as they had entered you, the intruding fingers are removed, leaving you empty and yearning. You can feel Him moving on the bed again, and soon He is sitting in front of you. It takes only a gentle pressure on your shoulder and you are sitting up to face Him. He tugs on your chin to open your mouth, then slips those two fingers inside. Taking the cue, you clean your juices off of His fingers, and suck greedily even after there is only the taste of His skin.

"That's better, isn't it?" He extracts his fingers from your mouth and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. One thumb comes up to swipe a tear off of your cheekbone, and you can feel your face burning. He merely reaches behind you to retrieve something—a roll of duct tape!—and unwinds several lengths of it. "Now, step two. You need to learn how not to use your hands. Wrist together."

His hands are firm as He binds your wrists. When He's finished, He tugs once again on the clamps you've been wearing all this time. Your nipples are angry and painful now, so you cry out, real pain and fear instinctively coloring the sound. Shame fills you instantly. You're still too whiny. Why is your pain suddenly more important than your Master's pleasure? But instead of more punishment, He removes the clamps one at a time, quickly covering each nipple with His mouth and laving it with His tongue to offset the pain as the blood and feeling rush back into each rosy peak. To your credit, you remain silent, complicit, throughout this process. "There's my good girl," He murmurs, pride returning to His voice. "Now, shall we try this again?"

Some more maneuvering results in Him lying back against the pillows, with you half-lying, half-kneeling between his legs. Your hands, still bound of course, support you awkwardly in order to give you room to pleasure Him. His cock is hard already, so you slowly slip it back into your mouth, and mentally breathe a strange sigh of relief that it has not been taken away from you. Your ass and legs are still burning from his blows, but the pain serves as a reminder as to the rules and your position. You bob your head slowly, lovingly, on your Master's cock, but freeze when one hand fists in your hair. He is not pulling you away, only holding you still as He raises his hips to fuck your mouth. When His cock begins to press against the back of your throat, you understand his wordless order and allow Him to slip into your throat, going deeper with each stroke. He is not gentle—you wouldn't expect Him to be after what you've done tonight, after all—but you take him happily, savoring the way it feels when He is crammed into your throat, controlling your air supply, taking His pleasure from you. 

You work hard to pleasure Him tonight, ignoring the aching muscles in your arms and your jaw, and you are rewarded when He drives himself hard into your mouth and releases his load deep in your throat. You feel his thick hot seed filling you, and drink it greedily, not choking once or spilling a drop. When He lets His hand fall from your hair, you keep sucking on his softening cock, coaxing the last bits of his cum out, swallowing it gratefully, sliding your tongue up and down his shaft. As your Master gradually begins to return to normal, you nuzzle his sack and carefully take his balls into your mouth. He laughs a bit (you love the sound) and smooths his hand through your hair. 

"My little cumslut," He murmurs, and you smile shyly. Cumming always puts Him in a better mood, though it is never certain how long it will last—especially when you've been as bratty as you've been tonight. "I'll bet your little pussy is even wetter now than it was before, huh?" You can only nod sheepishly. "Maybe that's step three. Maybe I should make you go to sleep without letting you cum. I only let good girls cum before bed, you know." Once again, you nod. You're disappointed but far from surprised. 

He sits up and helps you back into a full kneeling position, and His fingers circle your nipples, teasing. "If you can get yourself off like this, with your wrists tied, I'll allow you to cum. Does that sound fair to you, little girl?" You can scarcely believe it, but keep your eyes on his rumpled bedspread instead of raising them to examine his face. "Well, go on, then. I haven't got all night.

You struggle against your restraints and find that you are unable to touch yourself the way you usually do, but discover that, with a bit of effort, you can just barely brush your clit with your pinky finger. Of course, in the state you're in, that's plenty. For a few moments, your Master watches you touch yourself in front of Him, but then he moves again, and the shifting of the mattress nearly pitches you forward onto your face. He's just moving behind you, His breath hot against your neck. You shudder as one of His hands trails over the sore curve of your ass, down between your legs. One finger is inserted into you, then two, and He pumps them in and out of you while you continue to touch yourself. Soon, you find yourself bucking against his hand, moaning out with pleasure and need. 

You're dying to come, but you'll be damned if you're going to break another rule tonight. So, in a desperate, whispery voice, you beg, "Please, Sir. Please, let me cum. I need to cum..."

His other hand comes to rest on your hip, steadying you even as He increases his speed. "What are you waiting for, then?" He replies. "Cum for me. Consider it an order."

That's all the encouragement you need. You whimper out a warning and then let your body go, riding the waves of release gifted to you by your Master. Foggily, you are aware that He is sinking His teeth deep into your shoulder as your body is racked with pleasure, and the sharp pain only serves to enhance the feelings. When you finally come down, you realize that you are leaning weakly against Him, and hurriedly straighten your back, slipping back into your proper role. 

"What do you say, girl?" He rumbles against your shoulder, tracing his tongue along the marks left by his teeth. Something tells you that you will bruise, and the thought fills you with relief. He only marks you with His mouth when He is happy with you again—otherwise he would use a whip. 

"Thank you, Sir," you answer immediately, sincerely.

He extracts his fingers once more from inside you and holds them in front of your mouth, for you to further enjoy. You throw yourself into your task, licking and sucking his fingers until, again, all you can taste is the familiar taste of His skin. His other hand glides along your thighs, which by now are trembling and straining to support you. "I think it is bedtime now," He announces, and, for a whole array of reasons (not the least of which is your complete and total exhaustion), you are not about to argue with Him. He stretches out on His bed, and you wonder whether you'll be able to make it on these unsteady legs to the spare bedroom that you have been using. Before you slide off of His bed, though, He tugs on your bound wrists and "forces" you to join Him. "You may sleep here tonight," He informs you in the dark. "But you will remain bound." He sits up to grab another comforter and spreads it out over the two of you, and you fall into a deep, quiet sleep.



Little Girl



Natalia gazed pensively at her nude reflection in the full-length silver-framed mirror. Dark brown hair waved down her back, matching her deep brown eyes. Her skin shimmered in the low light and she smiled at herself. Most boys her age weren't interested in her classic feminine curves and she therefore was not interested in them.

Her dramatic hourglass figure drew plenty of admiring glances from her father's business associates, as well as the husbands of her mother's friends. Once, while trying on prom dresses in her favorite store, she had walked out to model a tight gown for her best friend. Two men walking into the building had stopped and quite literally stared. Slightly embarrassed, she had just stood stock still for a minute, until she realized the power she had over them. Lowering her chin an inch, she had licked her lips before flipping her hair over her shoulder. Glancing back at the two men she winked. The older of the two, still attractive at about thirty five, had addressed her very honestly.

"That's the one; you could literally stop traffic in that." He blinked twice but still stood there by the door with his companion.

"Elise, can you please unlace this for me? I don't know how I'll get out of it otherwise!" She smiled at her friend, who returned the expression before unlacing the corset-like back of the gown. Holding the bodice up with one hand she'd faced the two men again, waving slightly with her free hand. "Thank you ever so much for the audience appreciation gentlemen." She'd gone back into the dressing room to try on the next dress. When she finally got all the way out of the dress, she'd heard the doorbell ring, the two men leaving at last. That had been the moment she had come to understand just how easy it was to manipulate males with her body. After disappointing experiences with two boys in her grade, she'd given up on having a relationship with anyone her age. Not only were they often physically inexperienced, but they tended to be philistines as well. She wanted someone who was well versed in pop culture, but could also watch football. She didn't need romance, sexual pleasure would suffice, but hearts and flowers might be nice sometimes. To meet her requirements she'd realized that the boy would probably have to be several years older than her. People said that girls matured faster than boys, and so far Natalia had found that to be very true. High school boys had not caught up to her yet.

Bending down, she picked up her favorite bra and matching panties. The bright violet lace shone against the pale luminescence of her skin. Carefully, she pulled on thigh high stockings and a lacy black slip.

Her parents were going out on their usual Friday night date. Dinner, a show at the Lyric or the Hippodrome, then cocktails at the Renaissance hotel bar and a night in "their" room at the Marriott Waterfront was their escape after a week of 9 to 5. Though she was eighteen, they still insisted that she have a babysitter. It was usually their neighbor, Mrs. Wirtz, a grandmotherly lady in her mid-sixties. Natalia liked Mrs. Wirtz, because the woman always compared her to the voluptuous beauties of classic Hollywood, and made her dinner.

Tonight, though, her father had asked Steven, the intern at his psychology practice, to stay with her. He had just gotten out of the army, four years of service. Natalia had seen him once, when her father had invited him to golf at their country club. She had spent her entire tennis lesson trying to watch him play, and had herself hit rather badly as a result. She hadn't cared. Steve was slightly taller than her, blue-eyed, and adorable. He had short brown hair and a smile as blinding as a flash of lightning.

While Natalia's personal experience with boys had been limited to awkward kissing, her experience with men was quite another story. The assistant coach at her tennis camp had been quite educational, as had the Boy Scout leader at her Girl Scout sleepaway camp. While still a virgin, she had done just about everything outside of actual intercourse. Her tennis coach had bought her a toy, though that was all that had ever been inside her. Tired of her own body, her parents, and being one of the last virgins in her circle of friends she had made up her mind to seduce Steve if she ever got the chance.

Tightly braiding her waves of dark hair in little-girl pigtails, she redressed in the ragged sweatshirt and floor-length black skirt she had been wearing earlier. It was ten of six, only ten minutes until Steve would arrive. She smiled to herself. The way her father talked about her, as though she were far younger than she actually was, often led people to misconceptions. The poor man probably thought he was coming to babysit a six-year-old. Was he ever in for a surprise. She made her bed before turning off her bedroom light and trotting downstairs to bid farewell to her parents, lingerie now effectively hidden beneath her ratty old pajamas.

She paused halfway down her spiral stairs to rub beneath her eyes, darkening the slight circles. Natalia continued down the steps, and into her kitchen. Her parents were sitting at the Chippendale table drinking wine and waiting for Steve. Kissing first her mother, then her father on both cheeks, she slumped against the marble counter top and fake yawned. Before she could speak her mother held up her hand and said, "I can see that you're tired honey, why don't you just shower and read in bed for a little while?" Finishing her vintage chardonnay, her mother got up and put her glass in the sink before turning back to her daughter. "You can go up now if you want; your father and I will wait for Steve, and tell him your plan since Dan seems to be a bit late with the car."

Natalia smiled sleepily at her parents. "That would be really nice Mother, thank you. Have a good time tonight." She hugged her mother and bussed her father on the cheek once more before heading back upstairs.

She sat at her antique vanity and lined the tops of her eyelids with a brilliant violet pencil that made her dark brown eyes stand out. After coloring her lips with a dark lipstain that stayed on through anything, she opened her jewelry box. Putting in her diamond studs and sliding her Tiffany solitaire on the third finger of her left hand she took a deep breath. The doorbell rang, and she heard her mother answer it, greeting Steve. Rising from her chair, she stood again before the full-length mirror, as she listened to her mother tell him where the bathroom and guest bedroom were, to help himself to food, and how to work the plasma TV. Sitting on the divan by her bookshelf, she waited impatiently for her parents to leave. Finally she heard her father say; 

"That must be Dan" and clap Steve on the shoulder before adding "This shouldn't be too strenuous for you, Natalia's just reading in bed." They went out in an expensive rustle of his and hers Burberry and she heard the TV click on as a body settled into the leather sofa. Giving her reflection a final glance, and a quick spritz of Chanel No5, Natalia slipped on a pair of socks and tiptoed cautiously down the stairs.

Without making a sound, she made her way to the family room entrance and looked inside. Steve was sprawled on the couch, wearing jeans and a blue shirt that matched his eyes. Quelling a last flutter of nerves, she walked into the living room.

He heard her soft footsteps and looked up, surprised. Natalia almost smiled at the look on his face, but managed to keep a straight face. He looked startled, then confused.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Natalia." She said, and sat down next to him on the sofa.

Looking even more puzzled than before he said "I thought you'd be younger."

Putting her feet up next to him, she said "I get that a lot. Daddy always talks about me like I'm six or so."

Looking slightly less confused he asked, "So how old are you?"

"Eighteen." She said, "I graduate this year. So what are you watching?"

Relaxing again, Steve answered "Mortal Kombat, it just came on. I thought you were going to sleep?"

"No, Mom just thought I looked tired. Do I look tired to you?" She leaned in and her chest brushed lightly against his arm. 

He quickly scooted away from her touch. "No, you look...fine." Obviously uncomfortable, he picked up the remote and turned up the volume a bit. Undeterred, Natalia moved closer to him again.

"Would you like something to drink?" She asked, pretending not to notice his discomfort. 

"Yes, please."He said, relieved to think that she was getting up. She stood and left the room. Reaching the alcove between kitchen and living room, she left her pajamas and the socks in a pile on the gleaming hardwood floor. She quickly unbraided her hair and let it flow messily down her back. Now wearing just her slip, she went into the kitchen and poured two glasses of the wine her parents had been drinking earlier. She took a sip from her glass and felt the warmth slide slowly down to her stomach. Picking up the delicate glasses, she padded barefoot back to the TV room.

Expecting the same pajamaed and pigtailed girl of two minutes before, Steve was shocked to see what walked in. Holding the two glasses, Natalia stepped into the room. Her violet lace bra and panties were clearly visible beneath the sheer black lace of her slip. Placing the glasses carefully on the table next to Steve, she made sure to bend over and give him a clear view down her dress.

"I thought you might like something a little stronger than lemonade." She said, standing up. "Was I right?" She sat back down on the sofa, draping her upper body over him. He shifted uncomfortably and she felt the beginnings of his arousal pressing into her back. Arching over his lap she said "Don't worry, I know what I want." Natalia sat up; pushing her chest into his face, then scooted across him until her hips were squarely in his lap. When she could feel him pressing against the soft curve dividing her butt she started slowly moving her hips from side to side. 

Steve thrust up towards her involuntarily before pushing her off, onto the floor. She hit the carpet with a soft squeak. "You're just a kid, I can't." He bit his lip hard, and she saw him wince. "I can't." He repeated under his breath, trying desperately to convince himself that what he spoke was the truth, though his body had already given him away.

Rolling off her back, Natalia got up on all fours and crawled back towards him. She felt that his surrender was imminent, and decided it was now or never. Placing her hands on his thighs she pushed his legs apart and knelt between them. "Do I look like a kid to you?" He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her chest. "Do I feel like a child?" His hands closed over her breasts, just eyes were glazing over when she leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his. She tasted of vanilla lipgloss and the dry sweetness of the wine. Leaning back on her heels, "Do I taste like a child?"

Steve found his voice and answered roughly, "No, god no." He grabbed her forearms, pulling her up onto his lap. They kissed and his hands roamed over her body. She slid hers down his stomach and, breaking the kiss, pulled off his shirt. Holding his hands still on her hips she kissed and bit her way down his neck. She pushed his hands away completely, stood, and pulled him to his feet before falling lightly to her knees. On her knees before him, her face was exactly level with the bulge in his pants. She smiled. "Wha...." Steve began, but never finished his sentence as she swiftly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles where they were soon joined by his boxers. He stepped back out of the pants and his shoes and she pushed him down on the sofa before resuming her earlier position between his legs. 

His eyes held that darkness that men get when a woman's face hovers above them, that darkness that says god yes please, and sometimes a simple, primitive mine. Natalia loved that look. She liked the sounds men made when she was on her knees in front of them, and she liked the way they filled her mouth and thrust against the back of her throat. She licked her lips and pressed the front of her body against the sofa. Wrapping her hand around him, she slid her mouth over his head and squeezed her hand gently. She slid her lips from side to side, curling her tongue around the tip of him before she slid all the way down and he hit the back of her throat. One of his hands fisted in her hair as she came up, the other clung to her shoulder. Pressing on the back of her head and pushing his hips toward her face, he showed her what he wanted. She ran her tongue down the underside of his erection before pushing as much of him as she could into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down him, slowly at first then faster and faster until it was no longer a gentle caress. She fucked him with her mouth until his hands dug into her shoulder and scalp and his eyes closed with the pleasure of her hot, wet mouth around him. She came off him and gave them both a second to breathe before licking her lips and sliding all the way back down until her nose brushed his body. She held him there for a moment, until her body reminded her that she had to breathe. She came up as his spine bowed and his eyes drifted open, eventually focusing on her face. He growled, and she felt his chest vibrate. The sound made her want to shiver.

"Well what are you going to do with me now?" She asked provocatively. Without speaking, he shoved her to the floor and pressed himself against her. He pinned her wrists to the carpet and kissed her hard. She relaxed into the floor, then pushed her hips up against his. Her slip had ridden up as they fell to the floor, and all that separated them now was the thin, lacy film of her panties. He rubbed himself against her and she spread her legs wider. Steve slid his hand under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs with one jerk, jolting her hips off the floor.

His lips left hers and moved to her neck, biting her sharply. He stood and pulled her with him. Once they were standing he turned her to face the sofa and standing behind her, unhooked her bra. He dropped it to the floor, but left her slip on, as it was totally see-through. Spinning around to face him, Natalia collapsed onto the couch and it was Steve's turn to kneel between her legs.

Looking up into her slightly flushed face, he ran a finger slowly up her thigh and down between her legs. Lower and lower until he was pressing against her entrance. When he pushed inside her she bit her lip and pulled her feet up onto the sofa, spreading her legs wider. Steve stood up and leaned over her, a second finger joining the first as he kissed her. In and out, in and out his fingers thrust into her faster and faster as his thumb stroked her clit and her hips arched up off the cushions. Moaning, Natalia's hands clenched into fists. Just as she was about to cum, he stopped. 

She felt the rapid pulse of her own heartbeat between her legs. She dug her nails into Steve's back. He smiled up at her with a devilish glint in his eyes. He bent his head again and began gently biting her neck. 

"Please, please, I can't take it anymore!" Her hands were on his shoulders, squeezing tightly.

He pushed her legs up onto the sofa and lay on top of her. Spreading her legs and bending her knees up she pushed her hips against his. He groaned and quickly guided his hardness into her. Her back arched off the sofa, as her body danced on the edge of pain and pleasure. She pulled him down on top of her and grabbed his right hand, guiding it to her breast. He rolled her hardened nipple roughly between his fingers as she thrust against him. Natalia wrapped her legs around his waist until he slid in even deeper. He stopped moving and all she felt was needy. Desperate, she bit his neck hard. 

He growled, and then looked her right in the eyes.

"Don't bite me until you're coming." Steve said huskily.

Natalia's only answer was to grind her hips into his until he groaned and surrendered. Pulling himself out, then embedding himself to the hilt, over and over and over.

He pulled all the way out, rolled her over and thrust into her from behind. Pushing down on her elbows, she got up on all fours, arching back into his arms. He wrapped his hands around her rounded hips and thrust faster before sliding his hand down to stroke between her legs, she moaned and shuddered as she finally came. He sat back on the sofa and pulled her onto his lap. Breathing harder now, she placed her hands on his shoulders and began to move, up and down, squeezing with her body as he slid in and out of her. Staring into his ice-blue eyes she smiled, hair wild around her bare shoulders. He thrust with her movements and before long she came again, this time leaning forward and biting his shoulder, hard. He growled again, a low rumbling deep in his chest and wrapped his hands around her hips, forcing her to move faster and faster. She kissed him until he came with a groan. She rolled off and led him upstairs to her bed. By the time they reached her door, her breathing had slowed. She took off her slip, climbing into her bed. Steve was still standing in the doorway. Sighing she got up, went over and led him by the hand to the bed. He lay down and she lay next to him, wiggling until he was spooning her. She smiled as his arms wrapped around her and she whispered;

"Aren't you glad I wasn't younger?" She felt him smile on the top of her head as she drifted off to sleep.



Little Girl



One dark night it was pouring rain, and the little girl was sitting in the bar all alone, her shiny blonde hair flowing down her back, her blue eyes blazing. Her pink puffy lips hidden under her hair. She's sitting in the back corner shy and alone. Not knowing what to do. She had just barely turned 18 and now this! Sigh! 

Her blackmailer told her to come here. And meet her at this time. Why the fuck do I have to like such dirty stuff? She thinks to herself. As she remembers what got her into this. The stories on that dirty site! Turning her pussy to fire and making her panties wet as fuck! She blushes again just thinking about it. 

Oh he's already 10 min late! Should I just leave? But what if he comes and I'm not here?! He would release my dirty little secret! So she's waits, fidgeting. As a guy finally walks through the door to her table. He slides an envelope across to her. And she knows this is the man. Strangely he's attractive. Very much so! Beautiful blue eyes, with pale creamy skin, freckles dotting his skin, dark brunette hair, pale pink skin that she longs to kiss. 

He's tall and skinny the opposite to her short and chubby. He orders her up and out the door to her car and to follow him. She inquires his name and he answers you may call me Daddy and that's it. That's the only name I have to you is bitch.

That is your name now. She filches back at that and her pussy moistens. 

She gets in her car and follow him to his house and once her gets her inside he orders her to get stripped. Her being a virgin and never being naked in front of a guy b4 was hard for her. But she manages to do it with shaking hands, whimpering. 

She begs him and she is left to her panties an bra. 

"Please Daddy please stop doing this, please spare me! I'm a virgin please!!" He smirks at her and grabs her panties and rips them off her. 

"No bitch, get the bra off or I will." She pulls it off he grabs her and forces her to her knees. He yanks his pants down!

"Pull my boxers down with your teeth bitch." she obediently does it gently, as she pulls it over his cock it slaps her face. Daddy moans and she gasps at the size, during this time Daddy shoves it in the girl's mouth. Making her deep throat.

"Suck bitch now." she gently starts sucking blushing profusely, swirling her tongue on the head and doing the stuff she only read about. 

Bobbing up and down fast and hard. Daddy smirks to himself knowing how easy it will be to tame this whore. She deep throats and starts humming on his cock mewling like a kitten. Playing with his balls and she does this. Getting really into this, going really fast her tongue slurping up each time she bobs up. Trying to please her Sir. Wait where did that thought come from she asks herself as another river of pussy juice dribbles down her leg. Daddy's cock gets bigger in her mouth and she swallows it over and over and gags on it sending him into orgasm.

She swallows every bit of the cum and cleans his cock without having to be told. He collars her and leads her to the basement on her knees and pulls her onto his lap and spanks her hard a few times. He turns he pale ivory skin a bright shade of red and then without warning shoves two fingers into her pussy. 

"Just as I thought, you're soaked you little slut! You love this you dirty whore." 

He picks her up and flings her to the bed and cuffs her spread eagle all her holes exposed to the air. He slaps her pussy several times making it slightly red it gushing juice, his raging hard on, he shoves it in her, ignoring her begging and, getting annoyed by it plops a ball gag into her mouth. 

He plunges into her and strips away her virginity in one fell swoop. Blood pouring out of her hole making her scream into her gag and making her cry. He continues to fuck her rapidly knowing he won't last long with her tight pussy.

He pulls out just in time to shoot all over her body. He unties her and shoves her into the shower. 

"Clean up whore." she only nods. She can barely walk with the rough fucking she got. 

She showers and sees a razor just as her Daddy orders her to make she shaves everything. She blushes and does as ordered. She comes out trying to cover her areas and her hands are slapped away quickly.

He tells me I'm his slave for as long he wants me no questions asked. If i were to disobey i am to get punished in by being or whipped and that's the nice punishments. I gulp in fear. No questions asked. 

"You are my bitch. And I own all of you." Daddy says. She nods once and is forced onto the bed again to be fucked roughly...



Little Girl Alone in Jamaica



Here I was alone in Jamaica on what was supposed to be a romantic vacation with my boyfriend Steven who had suddenly ditched me just two nights before our planned trip, after he had admitted that he had been seeing someone else. I was totally shocked.

I had intended it to be a surprise when I gave him his ticket several weeks ago for the one-week vacation and I really thought that he was pleased, he seemed so ecstatic. Like a fool I had paid for everything out of my own pocket including Stevens portion. 

I had worked very hard and made sacrifices to save for this vacation and was told by the travel agency that I wouldn't get any refunds if I didn't go, as my reasons simply weren't covered by the insurance. 

At 21 years old, the only boyfriend that I had ever had was Steven; we had been together since high school. Everyone thought that I was much younger as I was just a tiny waif of a girl at barely five feet tall and weighing just under 100 pounds with long blonde hair going down my back.

Until very recently I had even remained a virgin and before that I had usually pleased Steven by using my mouth, which he seemed to want more and more until it was every single night that we were together. I really got used to it and didn't mind him filling my mouth with his warm sticky cum juices if it kept us together but eventually I gave in to his whims for sexual intercourse because we already had tentative plans to marry. 

I was far too embarrassed to tell anyone that the engagement of almost 2 years was suddenly off, so I just went ahead as if nothing had happened and now here I was in this ground floor unit of this fairly moderate Jamaican hotel.

At least I had the beach, almost just outside my window and the meals were all included so I would try and make the best of it with a few good books that I had bought, then spend ample time on the beach, sunbathing and reading.

I had cried on and off most of the first night but I did manage to get some sleep and after I had had breakfast I went to the local store and bought myself a big floppy sun hat and lots of suntan lotion.

Even on the second day I seemed to walk around in a fog, I couldn't have described whom I had seen or what anyone had said and I even found problems concentrating on a book. So I just covered myself in suntan oil, put up a shade umbrella and laid a towel out on the sand then made myself comfortable just 10 yards away from my patio door.

I stayed there until it was almost dark then I went inside my unit and showered. I decided to just dress lightly in shorts and a top, grab a little supper from the buffet and then I took a short stroll on the beach but kept an eye on my location by looking back at the lights from my hotel. 

It was still very warm but pitch black when I returned apart from the illumination of the hotel lights and I cursed when I stubbed my toe on the small step below the patio door. I went inside and left the glass door open but the screen closed to get the breeze that seemed to be blowing in occasionally from the sea.

I sat on the bed and looked around the empty room then wondered why on earth I had put myself through all of this agony. Being alone at a time like this in my life was probably the worst thing I could have done. I started to cry again, then in a fit of rage I threw my shorts and top in the corner and hopped into bed in just my panties hoping that sleep would help me to forget.

I awoke sometime in the night in a fit of sheer panic as someone was tying my hands to the bedposts and someone else was tying a gag around my mouth while keeping my face pushed deeply into a pillow. I lashed out with my feet but to no avail as whoever it was then tied my feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Suddenly I realized that I was totally helpless.

A thick pillow or maybe a folded pillow was stuffed under my tummy, which raised my butt way up in the air. Then there was a quick ripping sound as my panties were torn and removed. With my head turned sideways I could see a figure but with only the moonlight flooding into the room I had no idea as to the persons identity.

I heard the drawers being opened and closed then the zipper on my luggage bag being opened and later closed. The bathroom light was switched on and I heard movement inside the bathroom, then the light went off and I heard someone padding around the bedroom.

Someone came close to my head and knelt on the bed, "Quiet little girl and you won't be hurt." A mans deep voice said in a thick Caribbean drawl. His big rough hand patted my shoulders in a calming manner then slowly rubbed down my back and stopped on top of my bare butt.

His hand slowly massaged my butt cheeks before his fingers slid down my crack but I also heard someone else in the room moving around. I don't know if you can be terrified and calm at the same time but I seemed to be just that. Whoever the person was that was rubbing me with his big hand he seemed to be keeping me calm, the fear of the unknown was keeping me terrified.

He must have been still knelt at my side because he didn't seem to be stretching his arm at all and suddenly he had his other hand under my breast. Slowly his thick finger penetrated and probed inside my vagina then stayed there and barely moved for what seemed like several minutes until he inserted another thick finger.

Again the fingers seemed to barely move until he raised his head close to mine and said: "Relax little girl, I won't hurt you." Then he removed his fingers and got up off the bed.

I felt the bed move a little as he took up a new location between my still very much tied wide-open legs. The high pillow was pushed a little further under my belly before I felt his flat hand rubbing around under the bottom of my pubic bone then either his thumb or thick finger slowly crept back inside my vagina. "Push backwards, little girl, push your tight little butt back and forth until I say that you can stop."

Terrified as I was, I did what he asked and suddenly his finger was riding and gliding inside my vagina, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. His flat hand was slowly rubbing my pussy lips and my clit while I did what he asked and kept moving my butt back and forth. "Relax little girl and enjoy." The calming deep voice said as he allowed another finger to penetrate me deeply.

My mouth was parched as I moved my butt back and forth easier and easier. This was ridiculous but I wasn't quite as afraid and it was starting to feel kind of nice. "Move a little faster, little girl."

As soon as I started to move faster I knew that it was definitely nicer and I was confused that I should feel this way. I was getting stronger feelings from somewhere deep inside, my clit was getting inflamed, and my vagina was oozing. "Just a bit faster little girl, move yer tight little butt a bit faster. Back and forth, back and forth girl, that's it keep going."

Of course I did exactly as he said and his fingers were pounding into my wet vagina and my clit felt like it wanted me to scream. I was almost there, I was ridiculously close to orgasm but I was too ashamed to let it go.

A war was going on somewhere deep inside my brain; my emotions were being tugged from one extreme to the other. Let it go.... Don't let it go.... Let it go.

I was panting and crying, tears streaming down my face and then I just couldn't take anymore and I let myself go. Almost involuntarily I squeezed my vagina muscles down hard on his fingers several times in rapid succession and then I had the most incredible orgasm. I instantly felt ashamed that it was even better than those few orgasms that I had experienced in the past with Steven. 

"That's a good little girl, now you are ready for me." The deep voice said.

Suddenly fear rapidly rose again in my brain. My God, he was going to penetrate me now!

I felt the bed move after he slowly withdrew his fingers and then I felt something large pressing between my wet lips. It was opening my wet lips wide and pushing just inside my vagina as he pushed forward slowly. My vagina was expanding wider than ever before but then he stopped and held my hips tightly. "Move your tight little butt, back and forth slowly. Little girl."

I pushed backwards slowly and I could feel him ever so slowly squeezing inside me and it seemed to light up every nerve in my body. "Keep going little girl."

"Oh yesss. Oh my god." I mumbled through the gag, which had loosened.

It got easier and easier as he pulled on my hips and suddenly he was gliding effortlessly in and out of my tight vagina and the feeling was absolutely tremendous. I moved even faster after he swung his hand underneath me and rubbed my clit. 

"Oh god, keep going, keep fucking me hard, keep pumping me with your big black cock, oooooh yesss, my god keep going. Oh fuck me more, more, please." I murmured.

Suddenly the other unknown person was knelt very close to my head as he effortlessly pulled off the gag around my mouth and pushed his hard penis between my lips. "Suck him, little girl, open your mouth for him." The deep voice behind me said, so I opened my mouth and a split second later this unknown man had his smooth small penis inside my mouth. 

It wasn't easy with my head being sideways but I'd taken Steven so many times before in my mouth that this wasn't exactly new to me. Mr. Unknown was holding my head as he moved his body quickly and forcing his penis in and out of my mouth and it wasn't bothering me that much.

I was at the stage where it didn't matter, my butt was moving rapidly and 'mister deep voice' was pumping me deeply and I knew I was on the verge of another big orgasm. Suddenly my mouth was being filled with warm juicy cum from Mr. Unknown as he kept pushing between my lips. I thought for the moment that he tasted as good as Steven.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm." I murmured.

Mr. Deep Voice grabbed my hips much tighter and rammed himself deeply inside me then he pushed me away for a split second but not far enough to withdraw. Then he physically moved my hips very quickly as I felt him tense up and spurt what felt like a fire hose pumping gallons of gooey stuff deep inside my vagina.

"Oh yesss that's fantastic, ooooooh... my god... keep pumping." I murmured in between sucking the unknown wet cock.

The whole situation was just too much for me and I gobbled on Mr. Unknowns oozing penis then pushed my butt rapidly back onto Mr. Deep Voice's big black cock as I blew my cork and orgasmed like never before.

"That's good little girl, keep going. Let it go, make Popa David happy."

I thought that I would never come down off that high but slowly Mr. Deep Voice withdrew what must have been his cucumber-sized black penis. He eased the pillow away from underneath me and then put his big hand on my butt and gently massaged my cheeks. Mr. Unknown had backed away completely and gone from view all I had left of him was some droplets of sticky cum on my cheeks and chin.

"I told you that you wouldn't be hurt little girl, didn't I?" Deep voice said.

"Yes." I murmured.

"Did you enjoy my time with you? Did you have a good orgasm?" He asked.

"Oh Yes. Did I ever." I answered as he lay by my side and rubbed my lower back.

"Nothing has been taken from your room, so you have no need to worry little girl. Now you won't call the police, will you?"

"No. No way." I said as he hugged me tightly and then I heard the patio door open and close.

"We are alone now, little girl. Would you like me to visit you again and make your vacation very enjoyable?" He whispered as he untied my feet and hands and then hugged me again.

"Maybe." I said as tears streamed down my face while he comforted me in his arms and my bare breasts and hard nipples were pressing into his chest.

"You will be very safe with me, I will protect you. I promise that you will have a vacation to remember for a lifetime." He said as I reached down and felt the awesome size of his almost erect penis.

"Can I have this again, please, before you leave. Popa David?"

"Yes little girl, you can." He said as I felt it again and then stroked the full length.

"Will you tie me up again, but this time while I lay on my back?"

"Yes little girl, if that's what you really want." 

"Oooooh I really do."

He gently tied my hands and feet to the bedposts and then he pushed a pillow deep under my butt. "Kiss me first, Popa David." I begged and his big lips came down on mine and we kissed. I could taste spices on his lips, which left a hot feeling in my mouth.

"Let me kiss it before you push it back inside me again." I murmured and he knelt beside my head then pointed his huge penis towards my mouth. I opened my mouth really wide and pushed my lips over his rapidly swelling cockhead and moved my head back and forth for a few minutes.

"Oh little girl, that's so nice. Too nice." He said as he slowly pulled away from my mouth and moved around the bed until he was knelt between my open legs. He rubbed his big swollen cockhead between my wet pussy lips and teased my clit numerous times until my back was arched so high I couldn't arch upwards anymore. He continued to rub it over my clit and I was going wild with excitement as I pushed and lifted and did anything possible to rub my clit harder and more often against his hard black cockhead.

Without penetrating me he pushed his swollen cockhead between my wet lips and I was going frantic with desire until he finally let me orgasm, then I slowly settled back down onto the bed.

He waited a few moments and then I felt his hard penis pushing slowly into my seemingly ever-expanding vagina and the awesome feelings were back in mere seconds. I could feel it spreading me wide open and I moaned out loud as I pushed against him. He pushed deeper and I smiled as I said: "Oooooh Popa David, keep going, its fantastic, its wonderful. Push, push, shoot your entire warm sticky cum deep inside me, and keep going. Oooooooooh yesss keep going. Keep doing me like that, oooooh god you are a real man, I've never been fucked like this in all my life."

He pushed deeper and faster as I writhed on the bed and tried to match his thrusts, the feelings inside me were ready to explode any second but I wanted him to be pleased with me so I held back and thrusted wildly. "Please cum, cum quickly, ooooooooh god."

"Oooooh little girl you're so tight and wet I'm almost there, almost, oh NOW, oh little girl, NOW, NOW. Suck Popa David's big black cock dry with your tight little pussy, keep going little girl, keep going. Yes little girl please keep on squeezing oh my goodness. Squeeze and milk every drop from my big old black cock." He cried out as he started to pump his gooey stuff deep inside my vagina and I just lost it. I pushed, I squeezed, and I writhed, I moved like a woman possessed as I had the most glorious orgasm ever.

It seemed like minutes later that we both slowed enough for him to be able to hold me tightly while he continued to slowly pump into my very juicy tight vagina.

"Oh my goodness little girl, I've never had a woman like you, you must be an angel."

"Hurry, untie me, let me taste you." I cried out and he quickly untied my hands and feet.

He lay back and like a hungry dog I licked and sucked all the stray juices on his beautiful huge black penis and balls while he gently held my head.

"Oh wow, little girl, I surely hope we can meet again."

"Of course we can Popa David, but who was that other man, where did he go, his penis was so small compared with yours."

"You don't know?"

"No, how would I?"

"He hired me to forcibly make love to you, but I didn't want to harm you or be at all rough. He said that he wanted you to experience a big black man's cock while he watched. He said his name was Steven, the man you are engaged to marry."

"Oh Popa David, I definitely won't be marrying THAT GUY. But are YOU available for the next 4 days?"