You say and a small part of my mind considers whether I actually like being called a cunt or whether it’s just the tone you’re using to talk down to me. I say down because I’m actually on my knees below you, I’m following orders like a good little girl would.
I’m tempted to defy you, it’s my rebellious streak but I like the image of the good little girl and so do you.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” you ask me in a voice that intimidates me and makes me ache in places you’re keen to meet.
“No” I say shaking my head slowly and gently biting my nip nervously, but really I have an idea what you’re capable of and the nerves are very real and arousing me more than you’d know.
Under my dress my white knickers are developing a moist area where my juices are bleeding through the soft cotton. I want to knead my own breasts and moan wantonly but I can see that you like obedience; you thrive on it.
“First you’re going to show me what you can do with that mouth of yours” you tell me, and involuntarily I lick my lips forgetting myself for a second.
“You’ll like that won’t you!” you exclaim, and I whisper the word yes timidly.
In my head I’m thinking that I wanted to say “no” just to see the look on your face but of course I’m complying.
You’re introducing your smooth hard cock to my face now and I’m anticipating it when you tell me to put my hands behind my back. I smile and obey you.
“Now suck it you filthy little slut!” you tell me as you develop a nonchalant pose and begin your silent scrutiny.
I start gently on the tip, your cock tries to move away from me but I want it and I’m keeping it.
My lips have a firm hold now as I take more of you into my small warm mouth.
My lips grip you tightly as I suck my way to the tip and then take all of you straight into my throat.
“Good little girl” you praise as I push past the gagging, my eyes watering and my hands itching to clasp your buttocks in an effort to gain purchase.
I start to fuck you with my throat now, I want to show you what I can do, I want to show you that I can mouth fuck like no other.
“That’s enough” you tell me because I suspect that you want the control back and you risked losing it.
I obey you of course but it feels incomplete and it shows on my face as I look up at you.
“Don’t worry, you’re a very good cock sucker, you’re a bit too good” you tell me and I wonder what it means but I think I know.
“Get on all fours!” you order me and instantly I’m excited.
“Now spread em” you say tapping on my legs as you kneel behind me on the cold wooden floor.
You raise my dress up so that it sits around my waist and your fingers grope the crotch of my knickers.
“My oh my” you say with a little humour in your voice.
“I think we’d better get you out of those wet knickers" you say, pushing my legs together, sliding them down.
You screw them up into a ball and shove them into my mouth it makes me feel wild and fresh juices threaten to drip from my bare pussy.
I can’t speak but I want to, instead I settle for incoherent little moans, the tone of which tell you all you need to know.
Your fingers aren’t tentative at all they find the slick path into me without pausing to acknowledge the feel of it. They reach my depths within seconds, encouraged by the muffled moans that grow in volume and have risen in pitch the harder you thrust.
My eyes are closed as I enjoy the violation. I imagine that there is a camera on the wall recording us, capturing me in this state, I imagine someone watching, wishing that they were in the room, wishing it were their fingers abusing me, pleasing me.
You strive to take this to a new level now, you add more fingers I have no idea how many. You start to stretch me my voice indicates that you’re overwhelming me.
“Hush little girl”, you say to me but I can’t and really I think you like inducing a reaction, you like that you’re stretching me, that I’m trying to inch away from you for a moments mercy.
Your fingers contradict, they move faster despite your soothing words they rub the insides of me frantically, urgently seeking what they came for.
“Piss for me,” you tell me, and the fact that it’s not a question but an order puts pressure on me. I’m not sure I can. I consider it for a second and the thought of it the image it conjures in my mind is enough to encourage me. I concentrate hard and your fingers they’re experts they pause because you know it’s needed.
I try to piss with your fingers inside me but it won’t happen.
“I can’t!” I try to tell you ruefully through the fabric that is still rammed into my mouth and your patience is admirable.
“Try harder”, you say gently and the liberation is awesome as I finally let go and piss all over your hand; all over the floor beneath me, the warmth of it, the pure filth factor making it the ultimate in really letting go with someone.
“You dirty little bitch” you hiss at me as piss continues to pour from me.
“I’m going to punish you for that” you say and it tips me over the edge as your fingers become frenzied and their efforts bring about an orgasm; one that is so intense you feel me contracting around your soaked fingers.
If I could see your face I would know that you were pleased with the results, they boost your ego tremendously.
You’re fumbling around behind me as I recover and before long you’re removing my knickers from my mouth and producing a glass dildo.
“Suck it”, you tell me and I instantly oblige whilst making a nose that indicates my pleasure at the request.
You want to see how far I can take it into my throat but it’s not as easy as your cock, it’s much harder and it’s bent slightly.