Chapter 2

To School

I met her at the Range Rover, and we settled in the front seats. She was wearing a little cheerleader-length skirt. It was white with blue panties. “You look very sexy, Robin.” She preened a little and adjusted her backpack to the floor.

“But you’re not here as Robin. You’re here as a cock sucking bitch, aren’t you?” I adjusted my zipper down and revealed about half my cock. “Bend over the console, and greet my cock as you did before. The ‘learning stroke’ only. Bend over behind the steering wheel and greet your Daddy’s cock as you did this morning.”

She froze a minute, then scrambled into a kneeling position on her seat. Then she mumbled, “Yes, Master.” And bent over and took the half-cock into her mouth, and settled into the same in – out. In – out. In – out. Repeating motion she had beginning to learn.

She started to accept more of the cock into her mouth. I reached down and tangled my fist into the long tangle of her of her platinum blonde hair. “Not so deep, little bitch. Daddy wants you to take only a little bit. The ‘Learning stroke,’ Remember. Just a bit. When you reach a deep level of sucking. So deep that it becomes your natural member. You can hear only what I say. Suck gently and work your tongue. When it becomes slow and natural. You can suck only a little bit, and you can hear what I say, that will be the signal you can do nothing but suck slowly.”

I let her do her job as my little cocksucker. So I drove slowly out the driveway and toward the school.

Slowly I adjusted her rear end, so it wasn’t visible above the window level. She adjusted and kept sucking. I kept up the verbal messages, telling her what a good job she was doing. I had to pull into the parking lot of the local McDonald’s, but she eventually switched to the slight sucking motion that signaled she was confortable and was just nursing on my cock.

I pulled up on her hair, and she let my cock slide out of her mouth. I told her that I wanted her to have a good day, a normal day. But she could feel my cock in her mouth between classes, and she would be a little quiet and not talk to her friends so much.

When school was done for the day, she’d feel the cock in her mouth again and this time, her pussy would start to get hot again, like it did when I spanked her this morning. She nodded. “Thank you, Daddy. Can I have your cock after school again?”

“If you are very good, I’ll spank you ‘til you have another orgasm.”

“Oh, thank you very much. You are so good to your little bitch, Master.” And she pulled her pink backpack up into her lap, and hugged it hard as we wound our way into the school drop-off line.”

After School

At 3.25 I was sitting in the pick-up lane at her school. There was a torrent of boys and girls pouring out of the building. I was mostly looking at the girls, I like the short skirts, the way the boobs moved under the belly-revealing t shirts. Things had really advanced in a positive direction for horndogs in the decade since I’d gone to high school.

Robin sauntered out in the second wave. She slid into my SUV and said, “Hi, Master,” and threw her backpack into the back seat. I told her to buckle the seat belt behind her.

“You won’t need it,” I said. “You’re wearing shorts under the skirt. Take them off. Panties too.” She wriggled out of them. She was naked from the waist down, before we were out of the school lot. I handed her a small box. She opened it and found a pair of ben-wa balls.

“Umm ... Master. I’m still a virgin.”

“Bullshit. I had a finger in your cunt this morning.”

“But you didn’t go in all the way. I could still feel what you did, until 5^th period. I was so sore.”

“Hmm,” I said, “who’d have thought I had a slut who was a virgin. This will be fun ... Open your legs.” I slapped her cunt with my free hand. She cried out.

“Now get over here and suck my dick.” I had already unzipped my shorts, so all she had to do was bend over and find it through my boxers.

“Here master? Everybody will see.”

I reached over and grabbed the back of her neck. “I said, SUCK, bitch. You will do what I say, when I say it.” I pulled her over the center console. “Tuck your left leg so your heel rubs your cunt. Then root around ‘til you find my cock. You’re my personal cum-dump, bitch, and I haven’t had any since breakfast.” I pulled her head toward my crotch. “Now, SUCK!”

She tucked her foot into her crotch, and found my cockhead sticking out the fly of my boxers.

“NO!” I said strongly, pulling on her hair. “Have you forgotten everything? Push the foreskin back with your lips. Take the head into your mouth. Massage the cock with your tongue.”

“Sorry, Master. I just ... You said...”

“I said to suck it. I thought you knew how I like you to suck.” We were half-way to my condo. I let her work on the cockhead until she got it right.

“That’s better, girl.” I pushed on her head, then pulled her back off. A little 2-inch mouth fuck, not nearly enough to get me close to coming.

I pulled in to the parking lot of my building, and said, “Now you know how I want you to say ‘good afternoon’ to your Master. Once we’ve dealt with your virgin cunt, you’ll fuck me, but not until you’re 16. And you WILL NOT get pregnant. I’ll see that you don’t. You’ll wear a short skirt. You’ll take off your panties and you’ll suck my dick. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry that I couldn’t taste your cum, sir. I remember the first rule.” She was contrite and spoke it a little girl voice.

“Put on your shorts, so we don’t scandalize the old ladies inside.”

“Master, do you want these?” she handed me the blue boy-shorts that she wore as panties.

“Put them in your mouth, slut.” She complied, shoving them into her mouth with her fingers.

She got out of the SUV. “Get your backpack, girl,” I said quietly. She chewed on the silk in her mouth and reached into the back seat for her books.

I pressed the button on the elevator and we went up to the top floor, the 5^th. I opened the door and pointed to the corner behind the closed door. She stood where I asked. “Strip, slave. Put your clothes neatly on the chair, shoes and socks, too. You can take the panties out of your mouth. Then kneel on the carpet.”

I went into the bedroom and stripped, got what I wanted from my supply drawer.

The Smell

I walked back to the living room with my 9-incher leading the way. I stopped 9 ¼ inches in front of her, and waited. Out popped her pink little tongue and she supported the cockhead with it. She smiled up at me.

“I’ve exercised and been sitting at my desk and then in the car all afternoon. Clean me up. Make sure you get under and around the balls. Get the creases between my crotch and the thighs. You did a such a good job cleaning me up after I came this morning, you can do it again.”

She nodded and began to lick and suck around my cock-shaft. She was being very careful to cover every inch and it was all I could to not grab her head and shove the cock into her mouth. I held myself to just grabbing a handful of her long, platinum blonde hair. I just followed her movements in and around my shaft.

“Do you smell it, slave?”

“Yes, Master. It smells like like you, Master. And your cum. You didn’t wash it off after this morning.”

She licked down under the balls and washed them in her mouth. I took a half-step forward, forcing her to a face up position. “Feel inside the balls, between them, slave. You’ll feel the cock shaft continuing between the balls. Do you feel it?”

“Yes sir.” She kept licking the cock-shaft beneath the ball sack.

“Lick lower, slut. Does the shaft continue?”

“Yes, sir.” She was licking the root of my cock. Just an inch or less from my asshole.

I took another half-step over her. “What do you smell now, slave? Where are you licking?”

“Your ass, Master. I can smell your ass.”

“Lick it, little bitch. I want you to be thinking about what you are doing to me. I do NOT want you to think about your body’s reaction. Why am I asking you to do this thing?”

She licked, tentatively at first. Then continuously. I didn’t really get off on this, but I DID get off on having her do as I asked. “Keep licking, mouth slave.” I shuffled back, and she licked between my legs, the ball sack, then the cock itself. I finished up with her tongue supporting my cock-head. Her eyes were closed.

I placed a hand on her head and slapped her cheek. “LOOK AT ME, SLAVE!” Her eyes popped open and she offered me her eyes. “Better, girl.”

“Did you enjoy licking my ass?”

“Not really, sir.”

SLLAAPP! On her left cheek. “What did I tell you?”

“My body’s reaction does not matter,” she answered.