The three girls pulled up in front of the old house just before two. They were freshly showered and shampooed. A man lounged on the front porch, leaning against a pillar and smoking a pipe.
"You Suzie?" he called, grinning widely as the girls walked up. Both Cindy and Suzie immediately recognized him as the dark stranger on the motorcycle. But now he seemed more friendly than ominous.
"I'm Nate Tower," he smiled ingratiatingly, extending his hand to the fourteen-year-old.
"Hi," she replied quickly, taking his hand. The young girl was a natural actress. "And this is my sister Cindy Turner. And our friend, Liddy. I'm afraid I'm a little nervous, Mr. Tower."
"Good to meet you all. Call me Nate, and don't you worry Suzie. You'll do fine. Come on inside. Cold soda pop in the kitchen if you want it. This is your dressing room. Glad you could come, by the way. Really good models are hard to find." The three girls followed him into a large bedroom. But instead of a bed and chest, it was filled with racks of clothes.
"They're all labeled as to size, Suzie," said the photographer in his casual manner, "I want you to find things you yourself think look good on you. At least one pant suit, one long and short skirt, sweaters, and a bikini bathing suit. And anything else you want."
Suzie's first choice was a pair of soft green slacks and a yellow sweater. They looked good on the pretty young girl. The three of them entered the studio quickly and Nate put Suzie immediately to work. He had only one camera, a single lens reflex, but lots of different lights and backdrops. On the wall were a variety of large numbered pictures showing girls in various poses.
"Now look at picture number three," he said to the fourteen-year-old professionally, "try and imitate that. That's good. Bend your legs a little more. Smile big. Always smile real, real big. Good. Now, just reverse your position-I mean point your legs in the opposite way. Turn your head the other way, too. Right. Bend the legs. Good. Now try number one. Don't quite face me straight on. Look a little to the left.
And so it continued for four hours. What had appeared to be a perilous adventure turned out to be extremely boring for Cindy and Liddy, and very tiring for Suzie. The two older girls wandered about the studio aimlessly while Nate shot frame after frame, through one change of clothes after another. By the time they were finished, Suzie was exhausted.
"Very good," he finally proclaimed, "that's enough for one day. You're really just a natural model. I'd think you'd had training if you hadn't told me otherwise. If you want to stop by in a week or so I'll have some proofs made up and you can see what you looked like. But call first. I'm often out."
"Great," answered Suzie, a large happy grin on her face. But obviously she was tired and anxious to leave.
"Good. Hope I see all of you then. And if I have more work I'll call you." Quickly he pulled out his wallet and handed Suzie two crisp ten dollar bills. "Hope this'll help out the Christmas bills," he said gallantly, "you deserve every penny."
The girls all said goodbye and hurried back to town. Liddy was already late for dinner, though she'd left a note warning her mother that she would be. She also told her that Suzie and Cindy would be joining them.
"Well, so it was a dud," said Cindy finally, as they drove back. "Nothing happened."
"Right," agreed Liddy, stretching her tired legs, "nothing to speak of. It looks legitimate through and through. At least we saved ourselves a whipping from Daddy by not telling him what we'd learned."
"Wrong," said Suzie, from the back seat, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the back of the front seat. There was a huge grin on her face. "Everything happened. While you two girls weren't paying attention, I got another job with Mr. Tower."
"What do you mean?" asked Cindy curiously, suddenly alert to the fact that she really hadn't been paying that close attention to what was going on the last couple of hours.
"I mean that tomorrow night I'm going to model for him again-or so I told him. But this time it's different. It pays not five but twenty bucks per hour. With at least a hundred bucks guarantee." Suzie beamed at the two girls mischievously as she revealed her secret.
Liddy whistled under her breath. "One hundred dollars?"
"Right," continued the fourteen-year-old, "but that's because it's nude modeling this time. No clothes. And no one but me is supposed to know about it. It's a secret. And Mr. Tower is even going to pick me up near home so that I don't have to find a ride-especially not from family. You and Liddy are definitely excluded." Finished, Suzie grinned broadly and sat back in her seat.
"That's it then," said Cindy finally, staring fixedly at the road, "we've got our murderer."
"We sure have," agreed Liddy, breath taken by this bit of news.
"Bet your damned pussies we do," joined in Suzie happily, "we've found those girls' killers."
The girls arranged to go out the next night, pretending they had movie dates.
The next morning though, all went well until an unexpected problem threatened to spoil their plans. Joey's normal baby-sitter was out of town and hasty phone calls failed to turn up a substitute. Even though he was eleven, in Daddy's eyes it would be unthinkable to leave him alone in the evenings. And the sitter had to be someone above reproach too.
Despondently the girls sat on the front porch and sunned themselves. The more they thought about it the more hopeless it seemed. Languidly Cindy stretched her pretty legs and gazed down the street aimlessly. It was quiet, but a familiar figure approached on foot from the corner.
"Well look who's coming, girls," said the older sister in a bored voice.
"Well," added Liddy, looking up and squinting her eyes against the sun, "if it isn't Miss Kuim out on one of her walks. Wonder what she's doing in this part of town. She usually takes her strolls in the country." None of them knew of course that the lonely spinster had decided to start hiking by their house regularly, hoping for a chance encounter with Joey.
As the lean athletic woman approached the three girls they waved their hands and shouted hello in unison. But instead of the casual wave they expected in return, she stopped and turned in.
"Rather hot for this time of year girls," she said strolling up to the porch. "I see you're enjoying the sun."
"Yes, ma'am," said Cindy, clearing her throat wondering why the unexpected friendliness. Miss Kuim was not known to be one to chitchat aimlessly. "Would you like some ice tea?" she offered courteously. To her surprise the offer was accepted and the fortyish spinster made herself comfortable on the porch steps.
"And how is Joey these days?" she enquired, not entirely out of politeness. One day she hoped to catch him alone in the yard when they could talk. A meeting in Normasburg would be dangerous, but the thought of the pretty pre-teen cock had filled her head since their meeting. She had decided it might be perverted but she had to have it in her. Secretly she had wanted a child lover for years and he was willing.
"He's fine. Up in his room with his model planes now," murmured Cindy casually.
"But the problem for us right now," muttered Suzie, her thoughts dwelling on their spoiled plans for the evening.
"What's wrong?" asked the homely woman anxiously, "I wouldn't think such a precocious boy would be a problem to anyone."
"He's not," broke in Cindy, irritated at her sister, "it's just that we had plans for this evening until ten or so and we can't find a sitter."
"Oh, is that all?" broke in the gym teacher with a smile, "I'll be glad to look after him at my home for you." The.older lady hoped she hadn't appeared to eager. Cindy started to protest but Miss Kuim insisted. "No trouble at all. Bring him by after dinner. And he can spend the night. I'd love to have him." Somehow it was agreed.
When Joey heard the good news he was delighted, though he kept his sisters from seeing his excitement. When the girls finally left him off in front of the middle-aged spinster's home he ran hurriedly up to the front door and was ushered in.
"Hello, lover," whispered Miss Kuim throatily, smiling down at him. Joey beamed up at her, joy obvious in his face.
"Gee, how did you do it, Miss Kuim? I couldn't believe it when Suzie told me. I thought I'd never see you again."
"Was it me or something else you missed?" she said, kneeling down so they could embrace.
"I missed all of you, Miss Kuim," he muttered truthfully, hugging himself to her, "I guess I missed your cunt and your tits and especially your big bush most of all though, but I missed the rest of you, too."
"I'm glad, Joey," she murmured in his ear, "I've missed you too." Congenially she spread her legs wider as she felt his small hand move under her dress.
"Oh, you have panties on," he said with obvious disappointment, his fingers playing over the thin silk.
"Don't worry, Joey," she giggled, gently pressing her tongue into his ear, "we've got all night. I thought you'd enjoy undressing me all the way. I even wore stockings with a garter belt." The young child began to tremble under the woman's expert caresses. But in a moment she stood up and led him into the living room. She strutted gracefully, enticingly in front of him.
"Would you like a glass of sherry, my love? I'm going to have one." The child nodded his head but a frown had crossed his face.
"Miss Kuim, we are going to fuck, aren't we? You're not just going to tease me?"
The spinster laughed as she poured the cool red wine. "Did you just want to throw me on the bed and start screwing as soon as you got in the door? Don't be so impatient, dear." Quietly she handed him the glass and settled on the couch. He tasted the liquid cautiously and found it bitter but kind of refreshing.
"Of course we're going to fuck, Joey. But a little petting first adds to the fun. This is your first time and I want it to be good. Sit on my lap and kiss me, lover."
Immediately he obeyed and pressed his lips to hers. Instantly her tongue darted into his mouth and stayed there, pumping into him with a slow pulsing motion in imitation of fucking. And as she lingered with the kiss he felt his small cock harden swiftly and grow. As her tongue left his he chased it with his own and they met outside their lips. Gently their tongues licked each other.
Tenderly her hands began to stroke his back, and spontaneously he responded by caressing her though the thin material of her blouse. His fingers lingered on her boobs, but her padded bra hid their wanted softness.
"Take my blouse off, lover," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek and moving so that he had access to the buttons. With trembling fingers he undid the six small knobs and slid the sheer material off her shoulders and down her arms. He paused to run his hands over her smooth firm flesh, enjoying its warm promise of ecstasy.
Without being told he reached behind her to unfasten the bra. He was clumsy at getting it unhooked and took a long time but the older woman patiently waited. Tenderly she kissed his face and stroked his hair. How often she fantasized having a pre-teen lover. And now she had one.
Finally the halter was off and Joey gazed at her tiny boobs admiringly. Tentatively he reached forth his fingers and marveled at their firm but resilient fleshiness. He paused to appreciate the course texture of her nipples and watched them begin to harden under his caress. Miss Kuim smiled down at him approvingly.
"Kiss them," she urged softly and his gentle lips moved to her tender, aching cones of flesh. So many men had ignored her because of her homely face and small jugs. If they'd been big, men would have overlooked her other features. But here was a lover who delighted in her small breasts, her eager waiting nipples, and who saw only beauty in her face and body.
"Mmmmm, mmm, mmm," she moaned as she felt his tongue begin to lightly rasp against her hot tit. Gratefully she watched as her entire left boob disappeared into the child's face, feeling his tongue stroking over the too tender flesh. The tip was now rigid and pebbly hard. In a moment he switched to the other breast and she groaned with pleasure as she felt it absorbed into his warm moistness. For several minutes he concentrated his love on her two small trembling glands.
"Oh, Joey, it's good," she moaned lovingly, reaching down and slowly unzipping his pants. In a moment she once again held his coveted penis in her hand. Gently she stroked, not wanting it to come yet. It was hot, steel hard, long and extremely thin.
The school teacher sighed again as she felt the boy's moist tongue leave her smarting nipples. It raveled softly down her body, pausing to lick into her naval and tease the hair that marked the beginning of the enormous bush that covered her lower abdomen and inner thighs. Gently but firmly he tugged at the unzipped skirt until it eased over her hips and down her legs. Joey was no longer impatient and anxious. Instinctively he was becoming a good lover.
"Do you like what you see?" she murmured as the boy sat back to admire her body.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered in awe, looking at her thick dark bush. Questioningly he put forth his hand and touched the garter belt.
"Ever seen one of those before, Joey? I don't imagine your sisters wear them."
"The eleven-year-old shook his head. "They wear panty hose. But I've seen these in pictures."
"Here, let me give you a better look," she said, gently moving him from her lap and standing before him. Proudly she turned and moved in front of him, showing off her near naked body. Her tiny bikini panties barely covered her thick pussy lips, their outline clearly visible through the thin silk. The narrow white strip of cloth was completely dominated by her huge hair pie, almost covering it with fur. Joey stared at her breathlessly, glorying in her beauty.
And though she was not beautiful, her body was certainly sexy. Years of controlled athletic exercise kept her slender legs firm and shapely, her thighs tapering up to her plump boyish hips. Her waist was tiny with no trace of fat and her small breasts projected proudly from her firm flesh more slender and less developed even than Joey's young sister, he realized she was sleek rather than thin and very sensual.
Delighted in his obvious appreciation, she smiled at him gratefully, artfully turning in her high heel shoes to show off her trimness. The black hose and garter belt enhanced the healthy rose color of her skin. Imitating the poised manners of a stripper she strutted in front of him, beginning to unfasten the hose.
The small boy stared wide-eyed as teasingly she slowly rolled down one and then the other pair of stockings. In a moment she slipped off the belt and she was bare except for the panties. Gracefully she walked over and stood in front of him.
"Will you take my panties off for me, Joey? Then you'll be able to see everything. My hot pussy and my pretty clit. And I have a beautiful little asshole, all surrounded by my curly hair."
Reverently the child tugged at the briefs. In a moment they pulled away from her already soaking quim and gently he slid them down her legs. The tip of her large clit was just beginning to emerge. Transfixed his hands began to stroke the small soft ass cheeks.
"I love to look at you," he mumbled almost incoherently, his cock jutting up from his unzipped trousers.
"Look all you want, Joey. Touch and feel. Do anything you like. You're my lover now and I want you. My body is yours to do with as you please. I'll do anything to please you."
"Will you do all the things I see in the pictures?"
"Everything, Joey. Fuck, suck, let you cornhole me."
"I have a picture of a man pissing into a woman's mouth."
"I'll gladly drink your piss, my love."
"And some with women doing it with animals."
"I'll find a dog and fuck him in front of you, Joey, so you can watch,"
Trembling the boy reached forward and kissed her hot furrow. His tongue licked inside and found her swelling clit, lashing it heavily. Her body quivered and began to grind under his touch.
"Oh, Joey," she crooned passionately, "take your clothes off and let's do it now. I want you so much. I want to feel your cock and tongue inside me. Hurry, I can't wait much longer."
Quickly the child tore out of his clothes. The spinster hopped onto the couch and spread her dripping cunt wide to welcome him. For a moment, Joey stared at the wide pink gash, then zealously he plunged his face into her steaming twat. Feverishly his tongue and lips sucked and worked the quivering hot flesh. His ears were filled with her moans and cries as she jerked spastically under his violent mouth. Deep, deep, deep into her sopping cunt he worked his tongue, relishing her salty spend as it began to ooze out of her body.
"Oh, God,.Joey," she whined as his lips now caressed her large swollen clitoris, lashing it recklessly with his tongue. "I'm so tender, oh. It feels so good. Ohh, ohhh, oh, oh, oh, oh," she cried as he gobbled the throbbing knob deeper into his mouth.
"Oh, bite it, Joey, bite it," she begged crazily. "Oh yes, ah, ah, oh, owww, owww, ahh, owww," she screamed loudly as his small sharp teeth dug into her quaking clit. "Oh owww it hurts. Don't stop, oh, ow, ow, owwwww."
Pain racked her body in spasms and the house was filled with her cries of agony. Ecstatically her ass jerked and tossed under his lips, hips never touching the couch. "Oh don't stop, it's good, oh, oh, owww, oh it hurts," she bellowed as his sharp teeth drove mercilessly into the base of her clit. "Ahhhh, ohhh," she screamed, heedless of any listening neighbors. Fortunately there were none.
"Oh Joey, I'm going to come," she screamed, pulling ruthlessly at his hair, "I'm going to come. Get your cock in me now, Joey. I'm coming. Fuck it in me now, now." Her twat heaved and jolted passionately in midair as the child threw his body on her and pierced her twisting cunt with his rod. Her pussy closed-tight on the slender tool, her legs locking him in securely. She was already in orgasm.
"Oh, ah, ah, ahhhh," she called open mouthed, "it's good, oh, Joey, oh my God. It's good. Oh, oh, fuck me. Jab it in. Fuck me. Oh, oh, oh, oh…"
Urgently Joey pistoned his sausage back and forth deep into the teacher's quim, bumping his balls against her rocking ass with every stroke. Loud slurping sloshing noises echoed from between their legs. Her eyes rolled back as she continued her ecstatic shouts.
"Ahg, ahg, ah, ahhh, ahhh. Oh, it's bigger. It's getting bigger. It's going to come. It's going to come. Au, ah, ah… "
"My God," cried the virgin child, hugging himself tightly to the bucking spinster's body, "it's happening. It's happening."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Here it comes, here It cornea. It's getting ready, It, oh yess, yessas, eeeeh, ah, ah, eeeeeh, oh, ah, ah, yes, yes, eh, eh, eehhh," she screamed as each long sustained spray of come splashed scalding into her cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh, eee, oh, you're better than a man. Better than oh, yes, eeee," the teacher gasped, realizing key had flooded her ten, eleven, twelve times. And still hard, still shooting, still full of jism.
Wildly her fingers grabbed his back and begin to claw. Like a beast her teeth dug into his shoulder, breaking his skin. In ecstatic pain and joy their bodies rolled together, toppling off the couch and landing heavily on the floor. On top of him now the spinster screwed her pussy hard down on the pulsing shaft, cunt lips tightening on steel pole with every shot, urging every molten drop into her churning cave. Again and again he jetted his come into the eager cunt, bringing loud squeals of ecstasy from his quaking mistress.
Feeling his rhythm lessening, Joey arched up, driving the failing cock deep into the yearning quim. "Oh, oh, oh," she groaned, her pussy spontaneously pulling and massaging the shivering root, not letting it finish. Expertly she urged it on until finally drained, it softened like a snake inside her and slithered to a stop. Exhausted beyond relief they slowly writhed together on the floor. The middle-aged woman's tired kisses flooded the small child's face. Her panting breath mixed with moans of endearment and joy.
Finally she pulled herself up on her elbows and looked around. She had loot all contact with reality during her ecstatic balling.
"When did we fall off the couch? Did you hurt yourself?" she asked with concern.
"While we were screwing," he answered softly in his thin child's voice. "No, I didn't get hurt."
"And I bit you," she continued, seeing the bruised and broken area on his shoulder.
"And scratched my bottom and back too. But I loved it. Do it next time. It was good."
The spinster smiled at him warmly. Gently she caressed his sweat covered face. "How many times did you shoot, Joey?" she asked softly, lovingly. "Joey, I never knew a man to come as long and often as you did. I didn't think it was possible."
"I don't know," he answered a little embarrassed, but obviously pleased, "I've counted as much as fifteen times masturbating at home. But I know I jerked more than that in you."
"So do I," giggled the school teacher girlishly, "but I was too busy coming to count. You're a great lay and I love you."
"You're a great lay too, Miss Kuhn."
"And do you love me, Joey?"
"No," answered the child cruelly, "but you throw a terrific fuck." Suddenly the boy had realized the power he now had over the woman. She needed him more than he needed her. She was no longer the teacher but the pupil and she would do what he wanted unquestioningly from now on. He exalted in this new sense of malicious control. "I don't love you," he continued, "but I do love to fuck you. All right?"
"All right," she said slowly, obviously hurt but making the best of it. "It's not necessary you love me, just so long as you want to fuck me. But you've got to fuck me often, Joey, very often. I can't live without it now. It's too good."
"I'll fuck you often. Very often," he murmured truthfully.
"Every day if we can?"
"If we can," he concluded, pulling himself up and letting his now small cock slip from the woman's filled cunt, "Did you ever drink piss or fuck a dog like we talked about before?"
Startled, the middle-aged woman shook her head shyly. "No, but we were just talking, weren't we, Joey? That kind of thing is sick."
"Or has a man beat you up and whip you while he fucks," he returned, ignoring her words.
"No," she answered again, a growing feeling of anxiety and excitement, in her heart.
"Tomorrow go out and find a dog," he commanded imperiously.
"Yes, Joey," she whispered, avoiding his eyes, "a big dog with a big pole." She knew she'd do as he said, but she was uncertain whether she could actually go through with these perversions when the time came.
"Good. I have a whip at home I'll bring over. Meanwhile we can use a belt. Now I've got to take a piss and then we'll fuck some more. Open your mouth."
To her own surprise, the school teacher obediently rolled over and opened her mouth. She tried not to think of what she was doing. Joey squatted above her, his limp cock in his hand. The sparkling golden stream shot forth and fell into her waiting mouth, or splashed like water in a fountain off her teeth. Eagerly she swallowed his piss, savoring the warm flavor and the pungent odor. Finished she reached up and licked away any last remaining drops. And as she continued licking Joey dropped to his knees.
Her thin lips engulfed his tool, sucking it greedily into her mouth. Soft now, he was very tiny. So tiny that with an effort the teacher yawned open wide and secured his balls and cock both behind her lips, whipping them eagerly with her tongue. They were unbelievably soft and smooth with barely a trace of hair. Yet under her caresses the cock began to lengthen and harden.
Releasing his balls from her mouth she jerked her head rapidly up and down the shaft, sucking it noisily. In moments it was again erect and ready for use. The slurping sounds continued as she pulled at it greedily. Her lips found its base as she marveled at the hardness in her throat. "Mmm, mmm, mm," she murmured as she lathed the slender pole with her tongue.
"Wait," he broke in suddenly, pulling himself away from the eager lips.
"What's wrong, lover," she asked anxiously, "do you want it in my cunt again? Any place you want it is okay with me. My asshole? Your cock is so nice and slender it'll fit in easily. We'll love it."
The boy didn't answer but instead picked up his small belt. It wasn't what he wanted, but it would do as a whip for the moment. Silently he kneeled between her legs and raised the thin strip of leather above his head. Mercilessly he lashed down on one soft nipple, then the other.
"Oh, ow, owwwn," she screamed, trying to protect her tender tits with her hands. But the stinging whip bit into them also, driving them away and leaving her tender breasts unprotected. "What do you want to hurt me for, Joey?" she cried miserably, her face flinching with each painful stroke.
"Because I just want to," he answered, pausing his flailing for the moment. "You want me to do whatever I want with your body, don't you?"
"Yes," she whispered with anxious resignation, not yet certain of what she wanted now.
"Then if I want to hurt you and whip you, that's what you want me to do." The middle-aged spinster nodded her head, a trace of tears in her eyes. She didn't want the pain or humiliation but all she could think of was his lovely young pecker and how many times he had come in her.
Ignoring her he straightened his fingers again and jabbed them into the hot love hole. She gasped at the unexpected intrusion and involuntarily struggled to escape. But his hand persisted, pushing past the now stretched lips and through the pink hole. His thumb joined his fingers and shoved deeper. He was into his knuckles now and with a strong lunge his entire hand disappeared into the stretched, distorted cunt.
"Oh Joey, what have you done?" she moaned loudly.
"I can do anything with your body I want, can't I?"
"Yes, my love," she whimpered, half in fear but suddenly feeling hot and excited between her legs as his wrist massaged her swollen clit, pumping back and forth into the stretched vagina. Inside he made a fist to imitate the bulbous head of a gigantic cock and began to fuck her with his arm.
"Joey, Joey," she squealed ecstatically, feeling herself impaled by the hugest of possible cocks, "oh, oh don't damage me Joey. But it feels good. Oh yes," she cried, her twat squirming frantically around the hard wrist. "Oh, oh, oh it's good."
At the same time the eleven-year-old again raised the whip and again it crashed down on the small sensitive breasts. But now the spinster's screams were of pleasure mixed with pain. The hot burning strokes on her nipples flooded her entire body with ecstatic agony. The gigantic pecker pounded at her insides like a dozen pricks in her at once and with animal hunger she spread wider to let more in, jerking her ass upward to meet each tearing ripping thrust. About her the room whirled dizzily. Even child birth could not have stretched her cunt more, but instead of pain there was only welcomed ecstasy.
Dropping the belt Joey turned his attention to the squirming twat. His ears were filled with the teacher's violent screams. Grabbing her ass in his arm he pounded his fist into her cave vigorously, the stretched pink pussy sucking at his wrist as it pumped back and forth into the boiling hot hole.
"God, God, mercy," she cried, tears flooding her face. "Oh, oh, oh it's good. God it's good. Harder, Joey, harder," she pleaded, her body throbbing and thrashing wildly on the floor with each shove of his arm. "Oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhh, I'm coming. I'm coming. God I'm. coming."
Suddenly the whole of Joey's fist and wrist were covered by thick sticky spend. The honey seemed to gush out of her pussy from every pore, covering every inch of her stretched and tortured genitals. Her body rocked and twisted on the carpet, her arms pounding on the floor. The homely face was contorted with ecstasy.
Unballing his hand, the child began to flutter his fingers wildly inside her, scratching and tickling the moist warm walls. The middle-aged teacher screamed again. Joey, the room, his hand, everything lost its identity. All turned gray around her as she cried out her pleasure and her body tossed wildly. She felt the whole world was cramming itself into her yawning cunt.
Mercilessly Joey continued his hand fucking, keeping the lady deep in pitched orgasm. Finally tired himself, he stilled his fist and the spinster's twat began to screw about his wrist less crazily. At last her twisting hips came to a stop, resting on the carpet. She lay sweat covered, panting for breath. With an effort the child finally extracted his hand from the smoking cunt.
"Do you acknowledge me as your absolute master?" he demanded in his thin childish voice, "will you do anything I command without question?"
"Anything," she moaned, returning slowly to reality. "I'll do anything you want, Joey. Just promise me you'll fuck me like this whenever you can. Just promise." She knew now she was completely subdued and would indeed go through with any perversion he suggested.
"I promise," he answered finally and smiled, full of his new found power and triumph.