His hand moved to my mouth and traced my lips, then opened my mouth to feel and check my teeth, not sure why. Down my breastbone to my still immature and still growing flattish chest, I arched my back to give him more to play with, I think my nipples were bigger than my tits. He played with them with his left hand as his right hand carried on down my body, in and out of my tummy button to my mound. I was holding my breath as he cupped my pussy.
“How old are you little girl?”
“Twenty-one and three-quarters Sir.”
“Are you still a virgin girl?”
“Yes I am Sir.” I did not count my dad as he was family.
His finger began probing my secret opening, I was expecting to be fucked where I stood.
“I will honour that status little girl, save that for your future husband. Bum hole?”
My head looked down, “Been done Sir, but not by a Sir.”
He turned me around and bent me over, his wet sticky hand circling and then probing my bummy hole, I could not help but cum.
“Did I say cum little one?”
“No Sir, was not sure what was happening, will I be punished Sir?”
“Should you be?”
“I did wrong Sir, Yes Sir.”
He moved my coat off the chair, removed his jacket, turned me round a few times and invited me over his knees by patting them.
“Why the red bottom little girl?”
“I was spanked by my dad last night Sir.”
“Was there a reason?”
“No Sir.”
“Good girl”
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