3 comments/ 97494 views/ 53 favorites Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 01 By: badboylax Over the last few years, in real life, I have made it my mission to help young women achieve their full, uninhibited, sexual potential. It's more acceptable than ever for girls to dress trashy and be wilder. I look for a certain type of girl, young, slim and pretty are all non-negotiable. Usually they are still living at home and working in retail or as servers after graduating high school rather than attending college like their co-ed friends. I find my income and lifestyle are even more appealing to girls struggling to make $60 bucks a day at Starbucks. When I meet one I am attracted to, I ask them out right away, tell tjem I find them very attractive and play on their egos. As a result of my honesty and flattery, I usually bed them pretty easily. Some of them are willing because they are out for the thrill of fucking an older man once. Those are fun times but the ones I like most, are the ones that get pleasure from defying conventions and are interested in being an older man's playmate or pet. A sugar-baby. This is the semi-fictionalized story of the first one I helped realize her sexual potential. My first true conquest. I woke up and looked at the clock next to the bed and saw that it was 3:16AM. My cock was stiff from a nightime erection. I turned my body towards the center of the bed and felt the warmth generated by Emilee as she slept next to me. I moved my hand to her neck and gently coaxed her still sleeping head under the covers as I talked gently to her, "I'm horny again baby." She mewed and let me lead her head under the comforter and I felt her long, salon-colored platinum blonde hair move down onto my chest and nipples. Her soft lips came to rest above my stiff cock and I moved her sleepy head back and forth, causing her lips to slide over and over the helmet of my dick. She was still half asleep, but I now could feel my sticky pre-cum coating her plump and pillowy-soft lips. I felt her press her lips together as I guided her head in tiny circles on top of my cock tip. Emilee moaned and fluttered her lips on my cock and brought out her tongue to lick the head of my meat and then rub the silver ball of her tongue piercing on the underside of my helmet. That was one of her new sex tricks since I took her to get her tongue pierced last month. I moaned at the same time Emilee opened her lips a bit more and I pushed her head down and felt my cock pop through her soft lips and slip inside her wet, warm mouth. "Ahhh!" i gasped as I did just about every time her lips closed around the head of my cock. I luxuriated in the feeling of being inside Emilee's sweet lips for a few slow, deliberate strokes as she pleased me with her hungry mouth, sucking gently on the head, hollowing her cheeks around my helmet and sliding her tongue stud up the underside of my dick, rubbing the silver tongue stud against my veiny cock. "You tell me to wake you, anytime." I said as I slowly moved my hips and fed her more my cock. She pulled her lips off the tip and jerked it in her hand as she planted kisses on the shaft. "I mean it. I can't get enough of this cock." she said as she ran her tongue stud over the head again. "Suck it again, take me deep." I urged and ran my hands through her blonde hair, grabbing a handful and she did as I asked, her 19 year old lips sliding halfway over my stiff meat four times before she paused. She pulled the covers down and looked at me in the darkened room. "Fuck my mouth. Fuck your dirty girl's mouth with your big dick." she said and then held her head still, lips poised over the tip of my helmet. I slowly penetrated her "O" shaped lips by moving my hips up and steadily drove my meat into her young, sweet mouth as she shifted her body to lay below me and then studied my face, making sure she was pleasing me. I grunted as I felt her lips reach the middle of my shaft and felt her twist her head on my dick, trying to swallow another inch down her hungry, hot throat. She had learned to take it all into her mouth from the right angle now, swallowing me to the base when asked. Her cocksucking skills had improved so much in the six short weeks since I caught sight of her walking past me wearing 6" high heeled white platform ankle boots, her size-zero body slipped into that tiny white sequin minidress in the Ultra-Bar lounge at 1:00AM. She did a double-take as she recognized me that night and I gently grasped her arm, pulled her to me and spoke in her ear, "You aren't 21, what are you doing in here?" I let her mouth retreat a little on my cock and then slurp on the head as I stroked her face and hair. "Such a pretty little bimbo slut, sucking my cock at 3AM. You like being woken up to service my big cock?" I asked, knowing the answer to my question. "Yes, I do. You know I love to suck this big cock anytime you want me to." she said eagerly. "Why do you love sucking my cock so much?" I asked. "Cause I'm a bad girl for you. I can't help myself. I want.., I need to please you. You drive me crazy." she said before plunging her lips over my cock again and sucking harder than before. "Oh FUCK! Yea baby, suck it. Suck it good. Show me how much you love that cock. Tell me that you're my bimbo." I said as I humped her mouth and she slurped hard on the helmet. I grabbed her hair and pulled her lips off my dick. She smiled and said, "Yes! I'm your Young. Bimbo. Slut. I know everyone stares at me, the way I dress for you, the high heels you always insist I wear, the half-shirts that show off my firm little titiies. How you took me to the salon the first weekend after we met and told the colorist to change my dirty blonde hair color to platinum. I knew then you were the man for me. You know what you want and take it." she said before sucking hard again on my cock. "You HAVE changed since we met, you are a little sexpot now. You don't hide it, you flaunt it. You are such a little bimbo now." I said, encouraging her. She sucked me deep, then slapped the tip of my dick on her lips as she spoke, "I know. You have changed me, brought out the slut in me. I don't even wear panties much anymore, so you can fuck me easier. You made me get this tongue stud to suck you better." she said and I pulled her up to kiss my lips. We kissed for a moment as she stroked my cock with her French-tipped nails and then started to rub the tip of my cock against her stomach. The club music was loud but Emilee heard me. "Don't tell anyone. I have a fake ID. They will kick me out if you tell.". "Do your parents know about your ID?" I asked. "Fuck no. Are you kidding? They would make me follow their old curfew and ground me forever." she said with a smile. I ran my hand down her petite side, feeling her body under the tight dress,"You look hot. And I don't plan to tell on you, at least not yet. What would you like to drink?" I said "Vodka and Sprite. I have to find my friend, then I'll be back." she said and gave me an air kiss and slipped off to find her friend. The vodka drink and Emilee arrived at the same time, Emilee was still alone. "Where's your friend?" I asked as I handed her the drink. "Upstairs, making out with some guy she knows.". She said. "Want to spy on them?" I said with a wink. "Sure, let's go." she said and I grabbed my bourbon and Coke. I followed her through the pulsing club, reaching the back and going upstairs, after getting past the VIP bouncer who Emilee gave a cheek kiss to and said, "Mike is my guest." as she grabbed my hand and we walked past the large bouncer with the shortly cut blue mohawk and double earlobe discs. "Jake went to St. Paul's, he works here on Fridays" she said as if that explained her entrance to the exclusive VIP lounge upstairs. As we got up to the balcony level I spotted a slim brunette in a red minidress straddling a young man and the two of them were deep into kissing as Emilee pointed to them. "That's Britney, she's my BFF." she said as she pulled me down to sit on the empty couch with her. "You are going to have to buy my silence about your fake ID." I said with a laugh. "Really? And what will it cost me?" she said as I moved my hand to her bare leg. "That depends on how cooperative you are." I teased. "Ohhhh! You are naughty. Well I can be VERY cooperative, but I like knowing what is expected of me" she said as I took her chin in my hand. "I expect total obedience." I said mostly joking. "I see. What is your desire then, a kiss?" she said, pushing her pink stained and glossed lips together. "A lot of kisses. Let's say a thousand." I suggested as I moved to kiss her lips and she opened up her mouth, inviting my tongue inside. I broke the kiss and said "That's one." and she giggled. "This is going to take me all week." she said. "It might. Would that be so bad? You could always trade 50 kisses for something else." I said as slid my hand inside her thigh and felt her legs part slightly. "Mmmm, I'll bet I know what you want for 50 kisses." she said as she brought her lips back to mine and kissed me, then counted "2" as her eyes danced and I saw her shimmer eyeshadow sparkle in the disco lights overhead. When she rubbed my cock on her stomach, I knew she wanted me to stuff her full of my cock at 3:20AM, but I wasn't quite ready for that. "Not yet, go get dressed. Show me what a hot bimbo whore you are." I said in her ear. She smiled and scurried out of bed, but she surprised me by going down the stairs and out the front door, going out to her car and returning to the master bedroom with an overnight bag. I pointed to the master bath and watched as my neighbor's daughter Emilee closed the door between us. I talked to her through the closed door. "You are such a slut. Fucking me all the time." "Uh huh. I can't get enough of your cock." she said. "You know how to treat me like the dirty bitch I am." she said. "Where do Dave and Jennifer think you are tonight?" I asked "Dad thinks I am at Courtney's". she said. "And mom?" I asked. "She knows I am at my boyfriend's" she said "Does she know that it's me?" I asked. "No, but she knows the basics, that you are much older, successful, and that I'm fucking you." she said with a giggle. "She does? How?" I asked. "She saw my phone three nights ago, read a pop-up text on it from Barbie asking if I deep-throated your cock again this week.". she said giggling. "Do your parents know what a bimbo their daughter is?" I asked. "Not exactly but Mom knows I am a little naughty. Sort of. They always encouraged me to use my looks. I think daddy knew I wasn't real book-smart. Mom always helped me be pretty. She knows that my best assets are my tight, pert ass and firm, slim legs. Since I started seeing you, she's let up even more on what I wear. She lets me wear practically anything now as long as Dad doesn't see me go out in something really slutty. She saw me trying this on yesterday." Emilee said as she opened the bathroom door. I kissed Emilee on the club VIP couch and pulled her onto my lap so she was straddling my bulge as it pressed into her. She moaned as she sat on my stiff shaft and moaned "It's big" in my ear as she licked my earlobe and kissed my neck. "Tell your friend you are leaving in 10 minutes." I said and watched as Emilee got off my lap and interrupted her friend's make out session. I couldn't hear it all, but Emilee let her friend know she was going home with me. I heard Britney say, "Have fun, fuck him good." and laugh as I sat Emilee back in my lap and went back to kissing her as she dry-humped my bulge. I grabbed her ass, played with her tits and let her dry-fuck my stiff bulge as we kissed and made-out in the VIP lounge. After ten minutes she was all worked up and I knew it was time to leave with her. I took Emilee's hand and led her out of the club. Anyone paying attention could only come to one conclusion about us, that this older guy was pulling a young hottie out of the club and we were going to home to fuck. I helped Emilee into the cab and gave the cabbie the address. Then I turned to Emilee. "50 kisses or you can trade 50 kisses for one night at my place. You will do whatever I tell you." "What? No way! 50 kisses for a blowjob, not a whole night." she said. "Fine, let's see where my phone is, I have your dad's cell somewhere.". I said "Oh, you wouldnt! You are so bad. You won't tell, will you? I promise, I'll be good. I will swallow." she said with a grin. "50 kisses or one night." I repeated as I played with her breasts in that tight dress. "A hundred." she said, still negotiating. I shook my head. "Ok, fifty. One night." she said finally. "But you had better make me cum." she warned. I laughed and slid my hand up under her little dress and rubbed her thong-covered pussy. She was already soaking her panties. "You are soaking wet." I said in her ear. "Uh huh. I like that you've taken control. And your cock felt nice when I sat on your lap. Now you are making me go home with you. I don't have a choice. I have a thing for older men too.". She rubbed my bulge as the cabbie turned down onto my street. My eyes got big as I saw Emilee step out from the bathroom. Jennifer saw her in that? Emilee stepped to the bed in 7" high heeled pink platform pumps, her slim legs encased in pink stockings with little white bows up the back that ended just at the curve of her tight ass. Sitting low on her hips was a white pleated miniskirt that was a bit too short to hide her waxed smooth pussy from view. A wide pink belt was just above the skirt and her small tits were barely hidden under a tiny white micro-kini top that kept her nipples hidden but showed off the curve of her firm, young tits. I could see her eyeshadow was dark and she was wearing the pink, wet-look lipstick that makes her lips so irresistable. "God, you are such a pretty little bimbo!" I said. "Your mom saw this outfit?". I asked as I pulled her to me by her pink belt and slid my fingers along her waxed slit. "Uh huh, everything but the shoes and belt. I just found them today.". She said giggling. I slid two fingers inside her wet little cunt and she let out a moan and grabbed onto my neck for balance as she ground herself onto my fingers and began to hump my fingers with little hip-circles. "Oh fuck! Yea! Finger your bimbo's tight little cunt. God! I love dressing like a slut for you, I know it makes you want to fuck me so badly." she said as I slid my fingers in and out of her tight hole. "Yes baby! I love that you dress up for me when we fuck. When I woke up, I just wanted to slide my cock in between your lips and cum in your mouth and go back to sleep but you are soooo hot. You look so perfect, so sexy, so slutty. Just looking at you makes me rock hard and wanting to fuck your brains out of your pretty little airhead. You are such a sexy bitch, such a dirty girl, such a dumb little bimbo slut." I said as I moved my fingers in and out of her warm, tight cunt. "Oh fuck YES! I'm your bimbo!" she panted as she wiggled her hips onto my fingers. "Fuck your dumb blonde bimbo's tight little cunt." she hissed as I slid my fingers in and out of her slippery hole and she grabbed at my cock and stroked my stiff meat. I paid the cabbie and led Emilee up the walk and in through the front door of my house. "You are divorced, right?" she asked as I closed the door behind us. "Seperated." I said. "So I could tell on you if I wanted." she teased, stroking my bulge. "Or you could be the reason I get a divorce." I said. I'll bet you like the idea of being a little home-wrecker. Sucking my married cock so well I won't ever want to go back to my wife." I said. "Yes! Fuck that's hot. Your wife is stupid if she doesn't like this cock. Give it to me! Fuck my teenaged mouth with your married cock. I'll even learn to deep throat it so you won't go back to your uptight wife." she said. Then she squatted down and unzipped my dark-blue Seven brand jeans and pulled my underwear down and took my cock out. "Mmmmm, big, thick and married. I've never sucked a married cock." Emilee said before sliding her soft lips over the tip and sucking the tip in her warm mouth. I slid my fingers in and out of Emilee's tight little slit as she stroked my cock with her practiced hand, reveling in Emilee's slutty outfit as I fingered her cunt. "You are such a dumb little bimbo, dressing up to get fucked at 3:30AM. Suck my cock like a good little slut and use that tongue stud." I said. "Yes Daddy!" she agreed and bent over and put her lips to my cock and slurped on the head. Six short weeks with me and I'd turned her into a world-class, teenaged blowjob queen, able to take me to the root, or flutter her lips over the helmet and please me with her tongue stud. I made her study the art of giving head and practice on me and a dildo about my size when she was alone. She had the foundation, a desire to please and a willingness to suck and swallow. The rest was just learning the many ways to kiss, lick and suck a cock. She just loved to polish my helmet and it showed in her enthusiasm and technique. I had been encouraging her to improve her blowjob skills since the first week after I brought her home and she was a very willing and talented student. I downloaded some hot blowjob porn scenes after our third 'date' and we had been watching them ever since to give her more ideas. We both liked the way Jenna Haze gave head and the first time we watched a Jenna Haze scene, I pointed out how dirty Jenna Haze talked and how hot it was to hear a girl talk so dirty. Emilee took that to heart and patterned her bedroom attitude after Jenna Haze and I found that to be so hot. "I'm going to fuck your hot, tight cunt." I said gruffly as she twirled her tongue over the tip of my meat. She moaned and spread her pussy open and slid her fingers in and out of her wet hole. I put my wedding banded finger next to my cock, "Lick my wedding ring you little home-wrecking slut, suck my cock, then lick my ring." I said and she did just that as she looked up at me through her thick mascara-enhanced eyelashes. "Fuck! You are a dirty bastard. Making a teen suck your cock and lick your wedding ring." she said as she looked up at me. "Teen? Nineteen?" I asked although I knew she was at least eighteen because I remember the cars up and down the street for her high school graduation party a year ago last summer. "Yea, Nineteen. You are what, 37?". She said before sucking again on the top of my helmet. "Ha! Older than that." I said as her eyes got bigger. "Older? Forty? Are you forty? Fuck I'm sucking a forty year old's cock." she said before slurping on it again. I let her think I was forty, not really bothering to add another six years to give her my actual age. "You like that! Sucking my older dick. A teenage cocksucker, giving head to a married friend of her dad.". I said as she moaned and sucked hard on my cock. I pulled it from her mouth. "Lay down, spread your legs and show me your tight, teen pussy." I said. "Fuck yea!" Emilee said as she quickly laid back and spread her legs, causing her white sequined minidress to ride up over her ass. "Eat my pussy Mr. Hawkins." she cheered. "That's right, I'm going to show you how a man eats a girl's sweet little cherry-pie. I'm going to make you cum so hard and good." I said as I slid my tongue up her slit. "Ohhh yea! Make me cum!" Emilee said as I dove my tongue inside her box and ate her sweet pussy like a starving man tears into a Happy Meal. I had to put my hands on her hips to control her squirmy hips as I used my quarter-century of experience to eat her out like she had never experienced before. I knew she would cum easily under my tongue and within a few minutes she was panting and moaning as she exploded onto my face, squirming, thrashing and moaning as she experienced an orgasm that had been building up inside her for a few hours. Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 01 I pulled Emilee's pink lips off my cock, spun her around and had her bend over the bed, standing so tall in her 7" pink platform pumps. "Gonna fuck that tight little cunt now." I said as I slid the tip of my stick inside her honeyhole. It was tight, just like always, as I slid up inside Emilee's fertile, moist furrow and plowed her pussy with my rod. "Oh god! Yes! Fuck my slutty teen pussy! I can see you stuffing me with that big cock." she said with clenched teeth. I looked sideways into the closet door mirror to see our reflection. It was porn-movie quality fucking with her dressed in those stockings and platform heels, her top pawed nearly off and exposing her hard, erect nipples as she backed up onto my cock like dog-bitch in heat. You can't teach a girl to feel lust like that, it's something some are born with, but I had brought it out from its hiding place deep inside her mind. "Yes baby, look at how hot you are! Soooo fucking sexy! Dressed like a little porn slut. Getting doggie-fucked by your dad's friend and your secret boyfriend. Tight little body all tanned and firm. You almost don't recognize the little platinum blonde slut staring back at you, huh? You are the hot little fucktoy I hoped you would become the night I saw you at Ultra-Bar. Remember? The first night? "I remember. I wasn't this girl yet. I thought I was sexy, thought I knew what I was doing with boys." she said smiling. "This girl, she's a dirty slut now. Look at you, in your 7" heels, grabbing your bare ass for me. I'll bet you want me to fuck your tight ass too. Is that what you want? Want my wand up your magic ass?" "Fuck yea daddy, fuck my, tight, hot, little magic ass with your big wand. Put your wand deep in my magic ass and shoot your creamy magic wand potion into my tightest hole". I wasn't going to last any longer, there would be no ass-fucking tonight as her words sent me over the edge and I flooded her cunt with baby-making batter. "Ohhh! Daddy's cumming in his little girl. Shoot it all inside me, cover my womb with sperm. Maybe the pills won't work and I'll grow a baby for you. She said as she kept me buried inside her clenching pussy, milking my cock dry with her pussy and her hand on my nuts. Once I was done, I pulled out, laid down on the bed and pulled Emilee's face to my lap and let her lick my cock clean. She climbed up onto the bed, laid next to me and gently sucked on my deflating cock eagerly and cleaned our juices off my cock. In the morning I found her asleep just like that, the sheet half on her torso. with her platform heels slipped off next to her stocking feet and her head on my stomach. Emilee's my bimbo-slut. Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 02 Part 2, is a continuation of my lightly fictionalized account of my experience with a much younger, sexy girl that I guided into being a highly sexed, deliciously dirty bimbo. Like the first chapter, the story bounces back and forth between the first weekend I met "Emilee" and later, about six weeks into our relationship. Any resemblance to real people is not entirely accidental. After pulling my neighbor's 19 year old daughter Emilee out of the club, back to my house and having my cock deep in her hot mouth and tight, teen pussy, and feeding her a load of cum, I finished her off by eating Emilee's hot, wet, freshly fucked little pussy until she had a hard and messy girl cum with her hands clutching my head and her hips humping my face. I lightly licked her quivvering little sex until she calmed down then kissed up her body to her sweet lips so she could taste herself on my lips. We kissed gently and softly for a few minutes but I knew she had to go home before we both fell asleep. If she did, we'd wake up in the morning and she would have to sneak home in the daylight. It was safer to get her home now at 3AM and continue our fun another night. I got off the bed and put on some gym shorts, a tee shirt and offered to drive her home. She had gone to the club in a friend's car and assured me that her parents didn't wait up for her on nights she stayed out late if she texted the parents around 11:30 or midnight to let them know she was alright so I could drive up to her house and let her out. I let Emilee change back into her clothes. She surprised me by folding up her clubbing outfit, pulling a little peasant top and rayon skirt and flats from her purse and going into the bathroom to change. She walked out of the bathroom 5 minutes later, her face washed and cleaned of makeup and the more conservative clothes on. "It's in case my dad is up. I don't dress in clubbing wear when I leave the house or come home. It saves me an argument." she said with a smile. I helped her grab her things and we went into the garage and I got into the car and Emilee bucked up and adjusted the leather passenger seat as I waited for the garage door to open. Three minutes later I was four houses from hers, at the other end of the neighborhood I live in. I stopped the car and pulled her to me, kissing her lips softly. She murmured "sixty seven." and added a giggle at the end. "Yes, nine hundred and some more to go." I agreed. "Do you have Bump on your phone?" "Yep. Hang on." she said as she fumbled for the iPhone in her purse. "Ok, I'm ready."she said as we 'bumped' and I got her contact info. "I'll call you soon. When do you work at the shop today?" I asked. "At ten. I work till five." she said. I'll call your cell at work. I don't want to cause you any trouble with mom and dad." I said smiling. "Text me at work. I can read my texts there. Yea, sure you don't. I know what you want. You want another night like tonight." she said. "I do. And I think you do also. Don't you?" I asked, hoping I had won her over a bit. "Um, yea. I do. It was even hotter than I thought it was going to be. You, you sort of made me go home with you, but I.. I.. I want you to MAKE me do it again." she admitted. "You liked not really having a choice, didn't you?" I said smiling. "Uh huh." she said sheepishly. I smiled. "Go home, we will talk later." I said and she gave me a quick kiss and was about to open the car door but I had a final thought. I gently grabbed her arm, "Not yet. Kiss my cock goodbye too." I said and she shyly smiled and moved her head down to my lap as I pulled the elastic waistband of my lacrosse shorts down. My cock was swelling again and she grasped the shaft and gave it a lick and a kiss. "Thank my cock for a good time." I suggested. "Mmmmmm, thank you for a good time." she said with a giggle. "Kiss it some more." I encouraged and she planted kisses on the head of my engorging cock. "Ask my cock for another fuck soon." I said as she planted her soft lips over the whole head and gave it a wet, soft kiss. "Will you fuck my pussy soon Mr. Cock? And my mouth?" she added as she looked up at me and swirled her tongue around the stiff head. "I think that can be arranged." I said with a groan, knowing I really shouldn't pull her head down and fuck her mouth right this moment on the chance that her dad or mom was waiting up for her and saw my car. I pushed on her head and felt my cock slide into her accepting mouth as I pumped her head up and down on my shaft a dozen times, then pulled her head up and kissed her lips. "Go. Before I fuck your mouth again and take you back to my place for more fun." I said. "Uh huh, ok." she said reluctantly and I saw the same look in her eyes that I had when I was fucking her, that far-off, sexually stimulated look we get when our endorphins are flooding out brain. She pulled on the car door handle and in moments was out of the car, walking to her house, leaving me with a hardened cock and a short drive home. I watched her walk around the side of her house and go in the kitchen door. Then I turned the car around and drove the half-mile home thinking about how I would make the next time even hotter for Emilee. My Bimbo Slut Emilee woke at 7 and got up from my bed, kissed me, said "See you in a few hours." slipped on some tight yoga pants and a lycra jogging bra and left my house. I got up a few moments later and drank the coffee she made me before leaving and I got in the shower. Thirty minutes later I was dressed, in the car, heading for the golf course. I arrived at Bridge Hills Country Club right at seven forty five and got a bucket of balls for the range, practiced my full shots and then went to chip and putt. Emilee and my two golfing buddies arrived about the same time, at eight thirty, our fourth was a few minutes behind. Emilee was smiling and for the second time ever was wearing her new golf-inspired 'uniform'. During last week's game, my golf friend Steve had told the other two guys about me and my evolving relationship with Emilee. Of course the story Steve told sounded outrageous to them. He had seen Emilee and I eating dinner last week and he described her as a platinum blonde, very young little spinner, dressed super hot in a silver sequined minidress and silver 6" fuck-me heels and practically sitting in my lap when he saw us together. I had admitted all of it to be true and after much discussion, and agreement by the guys to chip in $50 each, I had promised my golf buddies that Emilee would serve as our forecaddy next week. To prepare, I took the money and bought her a new outfit and took her out on the course last week so she could learn the duties of a forecaddy and basic golf rules. Of course the appeal of a blonde, hot bimbo as a forecaddy wasn't her help in finding errant shots or putting away our clubs in our bags, or bringing our putters to us on the green. And she wasn't going to be any help reading putts or determining the lie in the rough. No, while I expected Emilee to help with putters and putting clubs back in our bags, she was there primarily as gofl-themed, blonde, pretty, hot eye-candy. I wanted her to bend over at the waist to fix divots and tend the flag so she could retrieve the ball from the hole. She was there to look sexy, show off and bend over in a tiny skirt. And in that regard, she was well suited to her purpose. I resisted the strong urge to replay tonight's conquest of Emilee in my head while jerking off and cumming again, and instead, I went right to bed. I slept soundly that night, woke up around 7:30 and met my buddies for golf at the course. I was in a good mood despite my few hours of sleep and the guys could read my happy attitude even as my golf game suffered a few more mis-hits than usual. On the 7th green, Steve brought up my sunny disposition. "You got some new pussy last night, didn't you?" he said quietly to me. "I know you don't talk about your personal life too much, but I can tell when something is up, and you are way too happy after missing that last fairway. You got your dick wet in some strange." he said quietly on one side of the green while our playing partners were chipping from the greenside rough on the other side of the putting green so our playing partners wouldn't hear. "Yea. I did. A little spinner. Pulled her from a downtown club, Ultra-Bar, last night. And I'm looking forward to a second helping soon." I added. "Nice! I drove by there two weeks ago. They had hotties lined up down the block waiting to get in." he said wistfully. "Sometimes being single sounds fun, but I know its not all fun. Before I met Jane I had lots of lonely nights alone." he said "I hear you. It can be tough." I said agreeing with him. My Emilee greeted my two playing partners and stood nearby while we practiced our chipping and putting. I saw the guys frequently look up from the green to take another look at my Emilee. To head off any trouble or complaints by other members, I had cleared the idea with Derek, the club President and with the course super, Bill. I brought Emilee around the previous Tuesday and introduced both men to her and then asked if she could forecaddy for my group on occasion, including this Sunday. I didn't hide my intentions to show off Emilee's best game, insisting she wear the outfit we had bought with her Sunday forecaddy debut in mind. The club President and Super both met Emilee and she looked amazingly hot, wearing neon pink golf shoes, with baby pink, white and lime green argyle knee socks that ended above her knees and displayed her firm, slim bare thighs that didn't end until the lime green pleated miniskirt and her thighs met just below her ass. She wore a cropped pink sleeveless collared top that was a size too small, tucked into her skirt and caused her unbuttoned front to stretch open and display her firm tits. Her nipples poked right through the thin acrylic material like erasers. She wore her platinum blonde hair in two braided pigtails with pink and green ribbons at the ends. She wore big sunglasses and wet-glossed neon pink lipstick that looked amazing with her bronze, tanned skin. Not showing yet was her pink thong with a golf ball and the words 'Birdie Hole' underneath. Steve's talk about being single got me thinking, in reality, I wasn't finding it tough at all, there seemed to be a plethora of sexy women in this town who liked to fuck. And at my age, I could choose from a wide age range of attractive women just by changing venues. From the wine bar where the Real Housewives type mid-thirties or early forties MILF with a personal trainer and a plastic surgeon on speed dial to the girls like Emilee who hung out to the Ultra-Bar and other places where college-age hotties who wore the trendy platform fuck-me heels and scraps of cloth tied together into micro-mini dresses. Obviously Emilee fit the latter description and I had fucked her last night. Her residential proximity to my house and knowing her parents presented both a problem and special opportunity to play up the potential danger of the situation. And danger can be a powerful aphrodisiac. We stopped at the turn and I texted Emilee. 'Meet me at the Uptown Square Mall. 5:45PM Tell parents you will be home by 11:30' I grabbed a sandwich and headed back outside and drove the cart to the 10th tee. My phone vibrated and I looked. 'OK, I'll be there. The mall seems a strange place to work off 50 more kisses ;-)" she wrote. I watched Paul tee off, texting, 'Shopping first, then we will deal with what you owe me ;-)' Her response was nearly instant. 'Shopping! Awesome! K, where at the Uptown? It is big.' 'Ill be sitting on a bench, outside Forever 21. Don't be late.' 'K, see ya then.' was her reply. Since all four golfers occupied the seats of the carts, our forecaddy would have to stand and ride on the back of the cart and hold onto the roof or sit in a golfer's lap. I elected to start us with Emilee standing behind the bags, holding the roof rails, figuring it might be better to save the lap rides for later in the round. We got in the carts and Emilee stood on the back of my cart and grabbed the two handholds on the roof and away we went. Later I heard that the guys still on the putting green got a great look at her thong because her skirt rose up in the breeze when I took off. Emilee proved to be a very good forecaddy and I had made one change to her outfit, substituting a pair of pink, platform wedges with 5" heels for golf shoes. They just made her legs look miles longer and sexier and rounded off her tight ass. She excelled at showing off and teasing the guys, hugging them when they made a good shot and giving them a cheek kiss when they holed out. And she did more than that for me, pressing into me and planting a wet, hot kiss on my lips after I holed out my putt and sitting on my bulge as we rode along in the cart the last eight holes of the course. And Emilee must have bent over a hundred times and showed us her tiny thong under that tiny neon green skirt. She was fast becoming an exhibitionist under my tutoring. It helped that I had promised her a new pair of designer high heels if she flashed her ass 100 times in 18 holes. After the golf match was over, Emilee gave each guy a soft kiss on the cheek and thanked them for the $20 tip they each gave her on top of the $50 they chipped in to me. We left the course and Emilee and I went into the clubhouse. I checked the locker room and when I found it momentarily empty, I pulled Emilee inside and we went to the back, turned a corner and stopped where there was a small area of lockers at the very back, partially hidden from the larger locker space. The little area had about 30 lockers and a door that led to the private, handicapped shower stall. I pulled up Emilee's skirt and removed her thong and sat her down on a chair as I removed my golf shoes and socks. "You are going to suck my cock right here. If anyone comes into the locker room, we will go into the shower room until they leave, understand?" I said. She was quivering with excitement, "Yes daddy, get in the shower room if someone comes in. I understand. Can I suck your big cock now?" she said looking up at me. "Was I a good little golf slut for you and your friends?" she said while unbuttoning my shorts. "Steve kept grabbing my ass when I kissed him. Showing off for your friends was much hotter than I expected it to be. It got my slit all gooey and wet" she said before engulfing half my cock into her hot, eager, experienced mouth. Ahhh, Emilee was now an expert at sucking my cock, she loved doing it and had listened to all my coaching and instructions and had taken the lessons to heart. I stood back and luxuriated in the feeling of being in her mouth as she sucked up and down on it. She moved her right hand in concert with her lips bobbing up and down my shaft. As she sucked, she worked me deeper and deeper into her mouth as her lips sunk deeper and deeper down the shaft of my cock, my hands in her hair, grabbing those two pigtails. I was getting into it, letting her fuck her mouth onto my cock as I held gently onto her braids and enjoyed the immeasurable pleasure Emilee could give with her mouth. I was being taken nearly to the root of my cock by my little teen, cocksucking exhibitionist. I was about to feel her hot lips at the root of my cock when we heard muffled voices and the door to the locker room open and "yes, her skirt flew up, everyone got an eyeful.". "Really, and you said she was blonde." the other man said. Emilee spit out my cock. "Fuck, that's my Daddy." she whispered and stood up, and practically ran to the shower stall area and pulled the wooden door closed. I moved quickly to follow her, opening and closing the door, not checking to see if the men were using the toilets or were going to come deeper into the locker room and change. "Fuck, that's my dad, he was saying he was playing golf today, but he didn't say where." she said with her eyes wide. "Your dad is not a member here. I think that is Miles with him." I whispered. "Miles? I don't know a Miles." she said. "Miles works for Caldwell Realty. He sells houses.". "Daddy is going to sell ours soon. Wants to get a smaller place and a beach condo." "Tell me later, suck my cock now." I said and pulled her lips back to my big head and she did what I asked, slipping her lips over the tip even as her little body was shaking with excitement and fear. I reached out and clicked the lock on the door and felt her resume her blowjob but trying to stay silent. I heard the two men talking for another few minutes, but it was too muffled to hear the words. They were in the toilet area, taking a piss before their round. Damn, I had narrowly avoided exposing the secret Emilee was still keeping from her dad. "Your dad almost saw you sucking on my cock you little bimbo. Maybe I should have let him see his pretty daughter eagerly gobbling my older cock in the men's locker room." I said as I kept my hands on the back of her head. Her response was to suck harder and go deeper on my cock, twistimg her head sideways a bit and sliding the head of my cock into her teenaged throat. She knew I probably wouldn't expose her secret that way, but the thought of it was exciting to her. "Yes! I'd want him to see his deep-throating daughter pleasuring my cock like this, eagerly sucking me to the root and sticking her tongue out to lick lower. Her eyes were locked on mine as she struggled to get the tip her tongue onto my cock base. Her eyes were wide from the excited thoughts I was planting in her mind. "should we keep our secret from him longer, or plan something to reveal our secret?". I let up on her head with my hands and she slid my cock from her mouth. "Keep it a secret. Please! Don't tell him. I promise I'll be a good bimbo." she said as she set to work on my cock again in the shower room. She went down on my cock a few times then paused, "Is Daddy gonna fuck his bimbo? Your bimbo's pussy is on fire. Put your big, thick hose in your bimbo's tight little cunt and feel how wet she is from showing off to your friends." "Admit it, almost getting caught by your father has your little pussy soaking wet, doesn't it?" I teased as I held her head and face-fucked her mouth for a few strokes. "UhhhhhhhhHuuuuuu" was all she could say with her mouth full, but I was right. I pulled out of her mouth, helped turn her around and bent her over the little changing bench and tugged down on her lime-green skirt and then on her thong panties. I saw the little clit hood piercing hanging between her waxed smooth, pink lips and felt a surge of animal lust for this girl. My mind was filled with thoughts of deep-seated needs that have driven humans for thousands of years. I saw a fertile, young doe, ready, willing and available and I wanted to rut my cock deep in her pussy, to pump my big tool into her hole and shoot my sperm into her fertile belly. Basic animal lust programming. And I acted on my thoughts, sliding the tip of my cock deep into her awaiting slit. She groaned and felt me fill her young pussy. "This is what you were made for. To be fucked, to be bred, to feel so good filled with my cock!" I said in her ear. "Yes! Fuck your babydoll. Cum in me, fuck me deep, use me!" she cried as I pumped into her. "I'm going to fill you with cum, shoot a load deep in you. I'm practicing for when I decide to breed you and have you carry my baby." "Fuck! Not now! Don't make me pregnant yet. I am on the pill, like you told me. I want to be your hot bitch for longer. I like how you make me dress for you. I don't want to be pregnant and have a big belly yet." she said panting as I filled her over and over again. Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 02 "I like how you look too. I love the looks you get in all the things you wear now." I said. "I like how you enjoy dressing like a slut now." I said in her ear. "YESSSSS! I do like looking like your sexy slut. Daddy's little fucktoy. His babydoll, dressed like Daddy's pretty little whore. Cum for me daddy, shoot your wand up inside me and cum inside my warm, wet little hole. Use YOUR pussy daddy, fuck it good.". She could tell I was close to cumming and she kept talking, being so dirty and hot as I pumped into her from behind. "Use your slut daddy, cum in me good, shoot my cunny full with your thick, creamy load. I'm just nineteen, just nineteen, fuck your young bitch daddy, fuck my hot pussy good. I'm nice and young, perfect to fuck. I love getting stuffed, cum for me daddy! Cum inside me, cum now!" she said as I erupted inside her clenching, young body, taking advantage of biology to achieve a great orgasm for both of us. Now, we needed to just sneak out of the clubhouse and the country club parking lot without being seen by her dad. Bimbos Are Made, Not Born Ch. 03 Like the first two installments, the story shifts between the first week after meeting Emilee and two months later, when Emilee is further along in her role as my bimbo. after our first meeting. All characters are over 18. I left Bimbo Emilee in the back of the men's golf clubhouse locker room while I scoped out the building for signs of her dad and Miles, the realtor. Jeff, who worked in the pro shop, assured me they had taken a cart to the putting green, making it pretty easy to get Emilee back into my car and home without being seen. I was pleased that Emilee was prompt for our shopping trip, arriving outside of Forever 21 right on time. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting skinny jeans, jelly flats and a brightly colored, green and yellow racer-back top. She had a bit of make-up on, but not the drammatic look she had at the club. I was a little disappointed at that but expected it. "Emilee, you are going shopping for a new outfit to wear tonight for me at dinner and I will buy you whatever I think is hot enough to warrant spending my money on. While you are looking for things to try on, I'll be wandering the Mall. When you see something you want, go try it on and send me a pic of you wearing it. If I approve, you may buy it. Simple, right?" "Ohhh, sounds like a fun game. What if I like it but you don't?" she asked. "Then spend your money." I said with a wink. "How will I know what sorts of things you like me to wear." she said, half serious. "I want to see you in daring, hot little outfits that show off your tight body. Like the clubbing outfit you wore the other night. Those are the sorts of things I am likely to let you spend MY money on." I said. "You have a total of thirty minutes. Now go. You can start here." I said, looking up at the Forever 21 sign. "Ok. I'll send you pics and updates." she said eagerly and strode off into the store. After collecting my daring little slut, we started our drive from the golf club to my home, but only after I pulled the car up to the side entrance, scouted the clubhouse again and fetched Emilee from the locker room. Emilee followed closely behind me, both of us sneaking quietly down the side hallway and stealing quickly out the service door. We got into my car and sped off, leaving the golf club behind, but the excitement of almost being caught still lingered. I know that danger is an aphrodesiac and I frequently use it with Emilee to get her to act like the little bimbo I am helping her become. Once safely a block away from the clubhouse, I ran my hand along the inside of Emilee's thigh and felt Emilee immediately move her knees apart and grant me easy access to her cunt. She had learned to spread her legs apart in the car when I touched her like this. I gave her a little smile to visually cue and reward her for spreading her legs and she beamed a smile back at me, as she said, "I was so scared, and also so excited.". I felt her still-wet pussy and knew just how excited she still was, so I curled my fingers against her sex and began to softly rub her pussy lips, feeling the moisture leaking from her tight, young slit and soothed her with words of praise and encouragement. At the Mall, I watched young Emilee disappear into the store and then I went down the central hall to browse at Sunglass Hut. I engaged the Sunglass Hut sales girl and got my first text pic on my phone ten minutes later. Emilee was posing in her first choice. It was a sheath dress that was a little too long for my tastes and didn't flatter her body the way I wanted to see her. "Nope. Boring." I texted. As I caressed Emilee's slick cunt in the car I reflected on what I had learned. The thing to remember about all girls, especially the ones that are more prone to become sluts, is that they are dressing sexy and acting like teases because they are seeking male attention and praise. They have learned that they can get the attention they want from men by looking and behaving a certain way. My strategy is always to reward Emilee as soon as she did anything that was on the path towards being more of a bimbo. If you are in the process of turning a girl into your bimbo, reward any behavior you want more of and ignore behaviors you want to eliminate. Do it right, and they will soon learn to do the rewarded behaviors more often. Of course some girls are easier to persuade than others and that is probably where most guys get it wrong to begin with. If you meet a girl that is already naturally a pleaser and likes it when a man takes the lead, you will find her easier to work with than if you are fighting years of conditioning that runs counter to what you want. The truth is that not all girls have what it takes to be a good bimbo and with some it's not worth trying. I have to say that I prefer to start with a dumb and pretty girl that already shows promise by her attire and attitude. Some girls have a bit of a daddy-complex and I think those girls are easier to shape and mold. To be honest, I look for girls who are trying hard to be noticed, and then I make sure they have my full attention. Nothing seems to work more magic than being one-hundred percent focused on her and then taking the time to get exactly what you want from her. Even after they are trained and comfortable with their role as a bimbo, you still have to reward them for being one. "That's my good little slut, spread your legs and let me make you feel good." I said, knowing that the pleasure in her head was stillchemically altering her brain and making her even more receptive to future dangerous encounters. She scooted down in the seat and closed her eyes as I played with her wet, slick hole the entire fifteen minute drive home. In the first few minutes, I got her really worked up and near orgasm by finger-fucking her greedy little cunt and then I slowed the pace way down and kept her on the verge of cumming for the rest of the drive home. Watching her squirm and pump her slim hips up and down on the passenger seat in a desperate attempt to get all the way to an orgasm had me hard, but I brushed her hands away when she opened her eyes, saw my bulge tenting my pants and reached out to rub my cock. Emilee must have been searching Forever 21 for more outfits because I didn't get texted for a bit. I sent her one, reminding her that she just had 18 more minutes. I waited to hear back. As we drove home from the golf club, I kept the focus on her aching little pussy and swollen clit as I sought to reward her for being a good little slut on the golf course and in the clubhouse. I figured that in another month or two, she would be submissive enough to share with one or more guys, but she wasn't quite at that stage, despite her rapid progress. Asking that of her now might set her back in her overall training as a bimbo and I liked to keep making progress. One of the most important rules to remember is that over time, you get more of what you reward. If you want your girl to be more of a cock-hungry bimbo, it makes sense to tell her how proud of her you are and how great she looks when she chooses to wear the new pair of 7" platform stripper heels to a casual backyard party. Remember to make sure she feels pleasure when she does the right things and immediately gets rewarded for the behavior you want. In Emilee's case, it didn't take much work anymore to get her pussy sopping wet amd squishy. She was already a bit of a slut when I first fucked her and two months of being with me and my steady attention to rewarding behaviors I preferred and discouraging those I found annoying had helped her to act more like the bimbo I wanted her to be for me. In private, she was the perfect little fuckdoll, always eager to take my cock into her holes and receive my generous gifts of sticky cum. She was pretty good in public too, but there were times when she did what I told her to but was internally conflicted. That was why I had made her be our forecaddy. I wanted her to be more comfortable in group situations. If she was to become a total bimbo, she would have to lose those inhibitions next and be the kind of girl that would let my friends watch her get her cunt fucked or kneel down and suck my cock in front of friends or even let my friends fuck her if that was what I wanted. Just two minutes later I got three more pics. In the first one, she was wearing a new jean miniskirt. It was cute, but I didn't love it. In the second one, she was posing in a new, peasant-style top. Again, not sexy enough to buy with my cash. The third was Emilee in a mirror selfie, wearing a tight, one-shoulder white minidress that stretched to hug her figure in the chest and waist and stopped just past the very tops of her thighs. It was a sexy clubbing style dress that she could wear to dinner also and looked great on her. "Yes to that third one. I'll buy you shoes for that dress if you find sexy ones I like." "K" was her response. Once she was on the verge of orgasm in the car, I quietly praised her for her behavior, for teasing my golf buddies and sucking my cock in the locker room. I kept seeking to make sure she understood that my fingers in her slick cunt was reward she had earned. "You were such a good little slut today, and daddy is so proud of you for teasing daddy's friends and then making daddy feel so good in the locker room. Close your eyes and feel daddy's fingers petting your pussy, caressing your clit as your reward for being such a good little fucktoy." "Mmmm, yes Daddy. I love how you touch me." she said dreamily as she made her hips rise and fall against my hand "That's my good girl. Think about how daddy makes you feel when you do what daddy asks." "Yes daddy. Your Babygirl loves to make you happy daddy." she responded as I dipped two fingers deep into her honeypot and swirled them round and round. She grabbed my wrist and held it close. Over the past eight weeks, I had used the behavior modification training to get her to talk more when we fucked and to use the words and phrases that played into my role as her benefactor and her role as a bimbo. A few minutes later I got three pics, all of the same style platform, high heeled pump, but three different colors. One was silver, the other was neon pink and the third was yellow. "The pink ones, you can get the silver ones too if you find an outfit to go with them." ";-) OK!" she replied Over the past two months I had made it very clear how I wanted her to talk when I was touching her or fucking her and the rewards were effective. "Don't stop daddy. Make me cum.. Make your slut's juices flow over your fingers and give your teen fucktoy what she needs. I need it so badly." she pleaded as I pulled into the driveway and hit the garage door opener button with my pussy-soaked fingers and drove carefully into the garage, one hand cupping her crease, the other on the steering wheel. At the Mall, I tried on a new pair of Maui Jims but they looked too big on my face. I put them back on the counter and felt my phone buzz. Emilee had sent me a pic of her in a electric blue low cut top that plunged past her tits but was held together with rhinestone buckles. I said yes to that one as well as a black miniskirt that had sizeable round cutouts with metal rings on each hip. "Buy the two outfits and two pairs of shoes. Change into the white dress and the pink fuck-me pumps and meet me at the car." I texted. "Yes Sir." was her response. After the garage door closed, I got out of the car and helped Emilee get out also, leaving her skirt pushed up past her hips as I led her by the hand up to the bedroom. I guided her onto the bed and she laid down and spread her knees wide, opening up her thighs and exposing her pussy as she looked at me with half-closed eyes. "You are such a pretty little bimbo with your knees apart like that. Did you have fun today being daddy's dumb, pretty fuckdoll?" She took my verbal cues, "Yes, your bimbo was so wet daddy. Make your bimbo cum daddy. Your bimbo's juicy pussy needs attention. Use it daddy. It's all yours." she said as she put her fingers against her labia and spread herself partially and open, showing off her pink cunt framed by her painted nails. I moved my face down between her spread thighs and she lifted her ass off the bed and spread her lips wide open with her fingers. "I know what daddy wants. He wants to see his bimbo's fresh, tight little cunt spread open and waiting for him. It's always yours daddy. Get a taste. Lick it or stick it." she said with a grin. I gently slapped her spread-open sex and she shuddered and shook when I used my index finger to rub her swollen clit around in a tight circle. "Make me cum daddy. Make your fuckdoll cum. Your bimbo needs to cum daddy. Oh yes! Like that daddy. I'm cumming, daddy's slut is cumming hard! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said as the orgasm rushed through her and made her thrash about on the bed like a rag doll. Outside the Mall, I made it to the car and stood next to it and waited for Emilee. She emerged from the Mall a few minutes later and strode to the car in her neon pink pumps and short, white mini dress. I opened her door and helped her inside, staring at her slim legs as the dress rode up high and gave me a peek at her thong. "Take your panties off." I said as I took the Forever 21 package from her hand, closed the door and walked around to the other side. I didn't hear any protest from her about my requeat that she go commando. That was a good sign. I tossed the Forever 21 bag into the back seat and sat down in time to see her wiggling the little thong down her thighs, sliding it over her knees and then over her shoes. I held out my hand and she placed the tiny garment into my palm and I hung it from the rear view mirror. I looked over and caught her blushing slightly, but not protesting. I then moved my hand between her thighs and caressed her soft slit gently with my index finger and kissed her pink-stained and heavily glossed lips. She eagerly kissed me back and pushed her tongue into my mouth before I had even started the car. When I broke the kiss, she kissed my cheek and quietly said, "Thank you for the new dress and shoes. I love how they look on me. I think you must like my look also." She said as she felt my finger go deep inside her pussy and begin to flick back and forth inside her. "Yes. I like your look AND that you do what I ask you to. Now it's time for dinner." I said and pulled the car out of the parking spot and drove towards the freeway. I felt her snuggle her head against my shoulder as I softly caressed her wet pussy all the way to the restaurant. She deserved a reward for wearing that sexy dress and high heels. As I played with her I kept telling her how pretty she was, and how hot she looked in high heels, how when I saw her dressed sexy it made my cock tent my pants and made me want to take her right away. She cooed in my ear and wiggled her hips, and promised to try and keep dressing sexy for me. It was music to my ears. We got a table at the casual restaurant and a young man came over to wait on us. I ordered a white wine for Emilee and a beer for me. When Our waiter asked for Emilee's ID, I told him she left it at home and motioned for him to move a bit closer to the table. When he was right next to the booth, I pulled the hem of Emilee's dress up and exposed her pussy to his gaze. Then I spread her lips apart, caressed her clit gently and let him see her bright pink center. "Can you please bring her a glass of white wine? She wants it sooooo badly." I said with a grin. "Um, yea. Sure." was all he could stammer out before turning on his heel and heading for the kitchen. Emilee was mortified. "Oh my god! You showed him my pussy." Emilee said, unbelieving that I had just exposed her to a stranger. "Yes, he is getting you a glass of wine." I said and that didn't seem to calm her down much. "I did it because you are beautiful and it excites me to share your beauty with others." I said, which was partially true. She was pretty and I did love to show her off. But I also did it to show everyone who was in control. I knew she wouldn't really protest too much, or at least I didn't think she would bolt out of the restaurant, and I figured he would break the rules if sufficiently motivated. I kissed her mouth, mostly to stop her protests and when she began responding to my kiss, I pressed two fingers inside her and slowly worked them in and out of her as we waited for our drinks. That calmed her down and comforted her. After a minute, I broke our kiss and she snuggled up against me and I pushed my hand between her legs. She slowly spread her thighs apart under the table enough to give me good access to her bare, slick cunt and I gently rubbed my finger back and forth along her puffy lips. She was quickly learning to give me what I wanted and I took every bit of the prize she gave me, rubbing her slick, pink pussy gently with my fingers. Emilee was moving her hips against my fingers under the table, humping against my probing fingers as they petted her tight pussy and stroked her aching clit. I saw the waiter approaching and told Emilee to leave her knees apart but to be still. I pushed my fingers up inside her and wiggled them slightly as I ordered us dinner with one hand in Emilee's lap under the table cloth. She was gripping a hand on my muscular bicep as I kept my fingers inside her and ordered dinner for the two of us. So far, things were working out nicely.