Show me your pussy.”
I want to stop but he’s so demanding… and no one would know it’s mine… “But I’m scared, sir.”
“Show me your pussy and I’ll allow you to cum.” My hands feel so good up against my sex. Why would I do that? My hand uncontrollably pounds my young pussy. And again. Are you in the bedroom? Or… other things? I whimper as the count goes up: six, seven, eight. Is your pussy wet?”
I blush. I keep messing around on my computer, only half-interested in the conversation. Tell me a little about yourself.”
“Ok, I guess I’m just shy. Now take off your clothes.”
“What!?” I don’t want to. But,” he adds, “don’t you dare cum without permission.”
“What!” I moan, “How?” My hand is already coated in my juice. I cuff their hands behind their backs and make them kneel to suck my cock. “Do as you’re told. Bend over.” I turn over, pushing my ass into the air. “If you question me again, I will punish you,” he warns. “Good girl. “Because I said so!” he barks, “Don’t question me. But I already know the answer is yes. So you want to know what I make girls do?”
“Yes!” I’m riveted. The pain sharpens, refusing to disappear now. “Are you naked?”
“Yes, sir,” I lie. Just five?”
“That’s the point.
