Chapter 1

She opened the bedroom door, stepped in, and dropped to her knees. “Isn’t this the way you want mommy to greet you, Master?”

I was still in bed, having gotten a fair BJ from her mother about half an hour ago. Marty, the mother in question, was now on a commuter train that would take her from her suburban NJ home to the wilds of Manhattan.

I looked at the fifteen year old, blonde girl at the foot of the bed. I’d been sleeping with her mother for over a year after Carl, the father, had died of a bleeding ulcer caused by drinking too much scotch for almost 10 years. It had been a smooth transition. One day Carl died and, since I’d been fucking Marty for months, wiithout Carl’s knowledge, the next day I was moved into Marty’s bed. Carl had been in a drunken stupor for about a year before he shuffled off this mortal coil. I took ownership of the mother after she requested me to.

Back to the blonde teenager. Her long hair was arranged to cover her breasts, which to all appearances were just waiting to peek out and say ‘Hi.’ She had wide-set, pale blue eyes. She was wearing her shortest shorts. And had her hands clasped behind her.

“Be careful, little girl. I might take you up on your offer.”

“But, Master, didn’t you just paint the inside of mommy’s mouth? I can hear you, you know. ‘Take it bitch, all the way,’ you said.” She’d lowered her voice to try and sound like me. “Then you grunted four times. She came out of the bedroom twenty minutes later and ran out to the car, saying she’d miss her train for sure. I don’t think old men like you can do it again so soon.”

“I’m only ten years older than you. What’s with the ‘Master’ stuff?”

“I want to learn from my Master. I think it would be fun. Not like mommy. You have to struggle with her to take your cock. I know. I can hear her. ‘Oh. It’s too big. I can’t take it all. Please, Master.’ You’ll never have to force me, I want it.” She looked me in the eye when she said that, and licked her lips. She straightened her back and the hair bounced away from her tits. They looked bigger, somehow, then when I’d seen her clothed, and a whole lot more suckable than when she was in her bikini last summer. “If you don’t take me soon, I’m going to have to give it to some boy.”

“Why are you going to have to give it to some boy?”

“Cause he’ll play with my titties. And if he does it half way right, I’ll lose control,” she said, showing her boobs between the nearly white blonde hair. She was 15 going on 25.

“Is there a special boy?”

“Well, there’s one boy – Spencer – that I kinda like. But we haven’t done anything ... yet.”

“Okay, little girl,” I said, throwing the sheet off, and standing up. I was naked and, of course, hard. After all, there was a nearly naked beautiful teenager at my feet.

I walked over to her, my nine inches bouncing in front of me. Her eyes were riveted on it, just where they should be.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.” She did. I put the large plum at the head of my dick on her tongue. It looked very large on her little pink tongue. “Ever given a blowjob to some guy?”

She shook her head ‘no.’

“Feel the weight. Get used to the taste. That taste is from my cock and your mother’s saliva. Feel around with just your tongue. Keep your tongue out and push your lips against the head. As you push, you’ll feel my foreskin go back and my dick will enter your mouth. Naturally, when you close your lips on me, your tongue will recede. But once my cock head is in your mouth, extend your tongue again.

“And girl ... look at me.” She opened those blue eyes and looked up. “If I take you on as a trainee, your dating other guys is over. You’ll be mine. You will be required to do exactly what I say ... no exceptions.”

She said “Yes sir” around the cock in her mouth. “You’re the one I want. Ever since last year when you took mommy as your slave.”

I noticed she didn’t mention her father’s death.

“Pay attention to the cock in your mouth. You shouldn’t think of anything else when it’s in your mouth.”

“Okay,” she mumbled.

“Not ‘okay.’ No talking. Just licking and sucking, little bitch.” She licked, she sucked, she didn’t talk. Her pale blue eyes met mine as she nodded.

“No Teeth! ... There are two rules for a blowjob. Once my prick enters your mouth, it doesn’t come out until I’ve come.”

She was struggling to take the large plum in her mouth. “Let it float on your tongue. Wash the underside with your tongue ... LOOK AT ME, BITCH. You can look away but always come back to my gaze. I like to see you licking my cock.”

“This is a blowjob. From here.” My cock head was just behind her teeth. I clenched my fists in her hair. “To here.” I pulled her face onto my cock, until it was in her mouth as far as it would comfortably go. “That’s about 4 inches.”

“How much more cock do you have to learn to take, girl ... LOOK AT ME ... Use your hand and hold my shaft.” She did, and she didn’t cover the entire length of my prick.

She made a sound. It could have been excitement or dismay. There was another 5 inches outside her mouth.

“What I got from your mother was a blowjob. It was about half of my cock ... I want more. I want to fuck your throat.” I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her on to me. The cock moved another inch and hit the back of her mouth.

She gagged. Coughed out the cock and went to spit.

“No girl! Swallow it. We can’t have a mess right here in your mother’s bedroom.”

She swallowed.

“Did my cock leave your mouth before I came?”

“Yes, sir. But...”

“And what did I tell you about the first rule?”

“Your cock doesn’t leave my mouth until you cum,” she sounded miserable.

“Then you deserve some kind of punishment.”