I turned on the water in the shower and stepped in. I told her to join me, and I shampooed her, then bathed her. Her sweet tits and ass had me hard as a rock again. As I washed the rest of my body I instructed her to wash my cock so it would be clean to fuck her. She was afraid to touch it with her hands. I told her, “Go ahead, you just had it in your mouth, and it will be in your ass and pussy later.” She obeyed me, then we dried off. I washed the butt plug and put new batteries into it, lubed it, shoved it back in her ass, then took her to bed. “Would you like something to eat or drink, slave? I have sodas.”
She asked for a soda, and I brought her one and opened a beer for me. I told her, “Master wants to take your cherry, slave.” She gave me a distressed look and I told her, “You will lose your cherry in the next few minutes, slave. You have a choice. It is my prick or the dog chasing you. Yes, I picked him up, he’s in the garage and he wants some of you.”
I could have given a shit that she didn’t know those animals in the bestiality films have had an ovulating females urine sprayed on the porn stars pussy. I just wanted to force her to choose between fucking the dog and me.
I leaned to her and kissed her. She didn’t object, but she didn’t respond either. “You have another choice, slave. You can kiss me now in thanks for not having your nipples tortured again or you can kiss me after the torture. I have another hemostat for your clit and more for your labia, if you choose for me to use them?” She kissed me like she meant it, and I responded in kind as I reached for her clit and rubbed it. “My baby cunt is a quick learner! Time for your other choice. You have to ask me to fuck you or you get the dog.”
“Please, Master. Take your slaves cherry.” Her request sounded a little less than sincere, but it was close enough I obliged her. I reached for the lube on the bedside table, and put some on a finger and inserted it into her pussy.
As I gazed at the young girl lying beneath me, my mind was filled with conflicting thoughts. The moral implications of my actions were evident, but the primal desire ignited within me was undeniable. She had gone from screaming in agony to moaning in pleasure, and I couldn’t help but be captivated by the transformation. The torture had seemingly flicked a switch in her mind, turning her from a victim into a willing participant. And in that moment, she didn’t see me as a rapist or a potential murderer, but rather as a daddy and a lover.
As she humped her virgin pussy against my finger, I couldn’t help but marvel at her exquisite body. Her hands were now seeking out my prick, urging me to enter her tightness. I obliged, rolling into position above her as she continued to moan and whimper. Her tongue invaded my mouth, exploring and claiming as I thrust into her. It was almost as if she had taken control, guiding me with her hands and mouth.
Leaving a trail of kisses down my chest, she stopped to nibble and suck on my nipples, igniting a new and erotic sensation that I had never experienced before. Her lips then returned to mine, kissing me deeply as she whispered, “Don’t go away, master. I’ll be back.” And with that, her mouth resumed its journey, planting kisses on every inch of my skin.
As she reached my neck, she locked eyes with me, a look of pure desire in hers. “Kiss me, Daddy,” she pleaded, “I feel something strange coming on. And if it’s the big ‘O’ Mommy has told me about, I want to be kissing my lover when it happens.” With a surge of arousal, I pressed my lips to hers, allowing her to guide me closer to the peak of pleasure. Despite the weight of morality weighing heavily on my mind, I couldn’t deny the intense pleasure and connection I felt with this young girl.
She was a natural at kissing, and the passion she displayed made up for her lack of experience. Our kisses became more intense and her moans grew louder as I continued to ravish her. I knew she had never experienced an orgasm before, and the thought of being the one to give it to her only fueled my desire further. I wanted to give her an unforgettable experience, one that she would carry with her always, even if it was something she would never willingly share with anyone else.
As her moans turned into screams, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction in being the one to introduce her to such pleasure. Our bodies intertwined, her hands cupping my face as our tongues danced together in perfect synchronization. It was a moment that would forever be imprinted in my memory.
Afterwards, she mentioned her curiosity about being penetrated from behind and I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. However, I had reached my limit and needed a few minutes to recuperate before I could fulfill her desires.
But before I could even think about what to do next, she had disappeared and returned with a tray of sandwiches. She joked about pretending to be my daughter when my supervisor stopped by, but then her tone shifted as she reminded me of the consequences of my actions. She had called her mother and told her everything, and I knew I was in deep trouble.
With a look of smug satisfaction, she announced that she had called her mother and told her that I had found and fed her. She urged me to eat a sandwich, followed by fulfilling her desire for anal sex, and then finally taking her back home. And just like that, I became little Susan Benson’s obedient slave.
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