rest, she’d get off and suck my
softening, oversensitive cock. She taught me that I could orgasm
more than once, more than twice, whether I wanted to or not. I had
no choice in the manner. Was I really “Sir,” or was it her?
Chapter 4
I woke up the next day to tugging on my arm.
Ashley was awake with my hand between her legs, my curled fingers
shoved into her wet cunt, her plump ass raising and falling as she
humped hard into the bed in growing intensity. There was no end to
this, I realized. The girl was out of her mind. I decided I had to
do something or end up dead from exhaustion. I managed to calm her
down only after I promised she could suck me again afterwards.
“If you want to be my pet, you have to have
some self control,” I heard myself say. “You need to ask for
permission before you touch me, and you need to assume some
responsibility.”
She pouted, but I wasn’t done. I took a big
breath. “You have to call your parents.”
She wasn’t angry or scared, she was just sad.
It looked like as if she was about to cry. “Please Sir, don’t send
me home... I told them I’ll be back by the end of the week.”
I pet her head, my fingers brushing through
her hair softly. “I’m not sending you home, but I want you to be a
responsible girl. Your parents are probably freaking out right now,
and I don’t blame them.”
Chapter 5
“Ms. Ryan, please don’t worry,” I practically
begged. “She’s right here, would you like to talk to her? She’s OK.
We are both fine, I promise.”
Ashley let go of my cock reluctantly as I
handed her the phone. “You promised I could suck you off,” she
pouted.
My hand covered the receiver: “and you
promised you’d talk to your parents. I’m not going anywhere, I’m
going to sit right there.” I handed her the phone and turned to sit
on the sofa. I watched her talk to her mother, fully naked, her
finger automatically sliding toward her clit as if it had a mind of
its own. Was there no end to this girl’s sexual hunger?
The conversation was simple enough. No voices
were raised, no begging or anger. Was this a usual scenario for the
mother and daughter? How often did this happen?
Ashley handed me back my phone: “She wants to
talk to you.” She got up and I almost crossed my legs
instinctively, but she went for the bathroom instead. I was safe
for now.
“Ashley explained she met you on the
internet. It’s not the first time she’s done it, and you sound like
a nice guy.” After a pause she continued: “Listen, Ashley is very
special,” - I noticed how she emphasized special - “and she gets
herself into... situations. We are taking care of it. I don’t feel
like I need to ask you for this, but please, don’t take advantage
of her. Send her home back safely to us, as soon as possible.” I
think she was on the verge of tears again. “She doesn’t know how
dangerous this can be... she doesn’t understand. Do you
understand?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. Ashley hadn’t
put clothes on since she took them off two days ago, and only
yesterday I had to convince her that leaving the house without them
was a terrible idea. Her mother didn’t need to convince me Ashley
was not exactly normal. But there was something more. Something raw
about Ashley that seemed to click with me. I was surprised at how I
felt: calm, calculative, as if I could understand her better than I
could understand her mother, better than anyone.
“Yes Ms. Ryan, I understand perfectly. Don’t
worry, I’ll talk to her also. She will be on the train back first
thing tomorrow, I promise.”
Chapter 6
That night I forbade Ashley from touching me
and instructed her to masturbate instead. Matt, an old and trusty
friend, called to get more details about the developing story.
“Let me get this straight. You have a
beautiful nymph running naked in your house, whose only wish is to
suck your cock by command, and
softening, oversensitive cock. She taught me that I could orgasm
more than once, more than twice, whether I wanted to or not. I had
no choice in the manner. Was I really “Sir,” or was it her?
Chapter 4
I woke up the next day to tugging on my arm.
Ashley was awake with my hand between her legs, my curled fingers
shoved into her wet cunt, her plump ass raising and falling as she
humped hard into the bed in growing intensity. There was no end to
this, I realized. The girl was out of her mind. I decided I had to
do something or end up dead from exhaustion. I managed to calm her
down only after I promised she could suck me again afterwards.
“If you want to be my pet, you have to have
some self control,” I heard myself say. “You need to ask for
permission before you touch me, and you need to assume some
responsibility.”
She pouted, but I wasn’t done. I took a big
breath. “You have to call your parents.”
She wasn’t angry or scared, she was just sad.
It looked like as if she was about to cry. “Please Sir, don’t send
me home... I told them I’ll be back by the end of the week.”
I pet her head, my fingers brushing through
her hair softly. “I’m not sending you home, but I want you to be a
responsible girl. Your parents are probably freaking out right now,
and I don’t blame them.”
Chapter 5
“Ms. Ryan, please don’t worry,” I practically
begged. “She’s right here, would you like to talk to her? She’s OK.
We are both fine, I promise.”
Ashley let go of my cock reluctantly as I
handed her the phone. “You promised I could suck you off,” she
pouted.
My hand covered the receiver: “and you
promised you’d talk to your parents. I’m not going anywhere, I’m
going to sit right there.” I handed her the phone and turned to sit
on the sofa. I watched her talk to her mother, fully naked, her
finger automatically sliding toward her clit as if it had a mind of
its own. Was there no end to this girl’s sexual hunger?
The conversation was simple enough. No voices
were raised, no begging or anger. Was this a usual scenario for the
mother and daughter? How often did this happen?
Ashley handed me back my phone: “She wants to
talk to you.” She got up and I almost crossed my legs
instinctively, but she went for the bathroom instead. I was safe
for now.
“Ashley explained she met you on the
internet. It’s not the first time she’s done it, and you sound like
a nice guy.” After a pause she continued: “Listen, Ashley is very
special,” - I noticed how she emphasized special - “and she gets
herself into... situations. We are taking care of it. I don’t feel
like I need to ask you for this, but please, don’t take advantage
of her. Send her home back safely to us, as soon as possible.” I
think she was on the verge of tears again. “She doesn’t know how
dangerous this can be... she doesn’t understand. Do you
understand?”
I closed my eyes and nodded. Ashley hadn’t
put clothes on since she took them off two days ago, and only
yesterday I had to convince her that leaving the house without them
was a terrible idea. Her mother didn’t need to convince me Ashley
was not exactly normal. But there was something more. Something raw
about Ashley that seemed to click with me. I was surprised at how I
felt: calm, calculative, as if I could understand her better than I
could understand her mother, better than anyone.
“Yes Ms. Ryan, I understand perfectly. Don’t
worry, I’ll talk to her also. She will be on the train back first
thing tomorrow, I promise.”
Chapter 6
That night I forbade Ashley from touching me
and instructed her to masturbate instead. Matt, an old and trusty
friend, called to get more details about the developing story.
“Let me get this straight. You have a
beautiful nymph running naked in your house, whose only wish is to
suck your cock by command, and
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