Good Little Christian Girl

The day started off like any other Saturday: I woke up, nursing a little hangover, walked into my kitchen and made some coffee. It was a bright day outside and somewhere around 10 o’clock. I slowly got dressed and made myself a little breakfast, picked up my laptop and set off sending some emails I’d neglected the day before.

That went on for about an hour or two when there was a sudden knock on the door. I looked up, perplexed, and slowly walked to the door, hearing the knocking again.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I moaned, slightly annoyed, when I opened up the door and nearly died.

Standing on my porch was a tiny little blond. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall, I doubt she weighed more than 90 pounds. She was wearing a white button up shirt and a faint pink skirt, high white socks, she even had a cute little pink band in her hair, blue eyes and a big smile, showing off her braces.

“Good afternoon, sir!” She beamed, and I looked past her, sure I was being set up for some kind of prank by one of my asshole friends.

“Uh, good afternoon,” I replied, looking her up and down. She had tiny little tits, maybe a b cup, but just barely.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m going door to door selling magazines to raise money for my church’s youth mission trip!” She bounced, pretty energetic.

“Oh, yeah, charity huh?” I smiled. “Sheesh it’s hot out here!” I laughed.

“Oh, yeah, it’s really hot,” she giggled.

“Wanna come in? You’re letting all the cool air out,” I said, leaving the door open and walking back into my kitchen. “We can talk about your magazines or whatever in here.”

I didn’t linger to watch her hesitate, I just walked back to my living room, and soon she was inside, peaking around my place, slowly closing the door behind her and following me.

“Wow, you have a nice place!” She giggled.

“Thanks, sit down, you want some water?” I asked, and she nodded her head eagerly.

“Oh, yes please!” She smiled, sitting down on the couch and putting her backpack in front of her. She pulled out a large catalog and when I came back she started going through it.

“We have all sorts of magazines to choose from, Life, Time, Rolling stones.” She smiled, reaching for the glass and chugging it when I handed it to her.

“They make you go out on a hot day like this to sell magazines?” I asked as I sat down next to her, and she bit her lip.

“Well, no, they don’t make me,” she looked away, almost ashamed, “but, well, my parents can’t afford to send me on the trip, and I really want to go!”

I frowned at her, shaking my head.

“And the only way for you to raise money is to sell magazine subscriptions?” I asked, and she nodded.

“How much more money do you need to raise?” I asked and she looked up.

“Well, I’ve only been able to sell three magazine subscriptions in the past two days, and at this rate, I’ll never make it.” She frowned, and I saw my window of opportunity.

“Well, how much money do you need?” I asked.

“Almost three hundred dollars, which in subscriptions is like-” She started but I shook my head.

“Look, I don’t read magazines, nobody does anymore, you’ll probably never make that kind of money.” I told her, and she looked away, dejected.

“Yeah, I was beginning to think the same thing,” she mumbled, and I put my hand on her knee.

“Relax, you seem like a good person, trying to raise money for such a noble cause, I could give you the four hundred dollars right now, you know.” I told her, and her eyes lit up.

“You’d really do that?” She asked, shrugged.

“Well, I could. I mean I might, but I’m not going to give it to you for nothing, you will need to earn it,” I tell her, slowly moving my hand up her thigh.

Her eyes widened, and she stared at me, lips parted, her cute braces showing, and shook her head.

“Oh, no sir, I’m sorry, I think you might have gotten the wrong idea,” she said, shaking her head and standing up.

“No, baby, calm down, I think you’re the one with the wrong idea,” I laughed, pulling her back down beside me.

“What’s your name?” I asked, and she smiled again.

“Lilly,” She bubbled.

“And how old are you, Lilly?” I smiled.

“18, my birthday was last month.”

I thanked my lucky stars silently.

“Ok, well, Lilly, think of how much good you could do on that mission trip.” I smiled, and she nodded her head.

“Yes, it is the will of God to spread our faith through good works,” she recited, staring at me like an innocent little lamb.

“Exactly. And I don’t want much in return, but I am a man with carnal desires. I tell you what, if you strip naked for me right now and let me see your body, I’ll give you the money, and you can go.” I told her, and she bit her lip.

“I don’t know,” She mumbled, and I shrugged.

“Nobody’s ever seen you naked before?” I asked, laughing.

“Well, the girls at my school, for gym,” she muttered, looking away.

“Ok, so it’ll be just like that, only this time you’ll get paid. Seems like a pretty easy deal to me.” I said, smiling.

She sat there, arms crossed, running it all through her head, until she finally looked up at me.

“All I have to do is let you see me naked?” She asked, staring at me with wide, doe eyes.

“That’s it.” I smiled, and she stood up.

She turned away from me as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, but I cleared my throat.

“Turn around, I want to watch you,” I told her, and she turned to me, trying to look away as she unbuttoned, one by one.

Her shirt came off and she gently set it aside on my living room table. Her bra was white and Lilly, angelic in a way. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. It came loose, and she slipped it off her body and set it on the shirt.

She grabbed her skirt, getting ready to take it off, but I shook my head.

“Not just yet,” I smiled, “Turn around, and lift it, give me a little peak.”

She blushed, rubbing her face on her shoulder, trying to hide her smile, and turned around. She bent over a little and slowly lifted her skirt. Inch by inch, her tiny little rump came into view, small yet plump and perky.

Her panties were bright pink with little bows.

“Take off the skirt,” I told her, and she unzipped it and it fell to the floor.

She turned around, her face red as a cherry.

“Do I have to take off my panties too?” She whispered, and I nodded.

“Yes,” I told her, and she slipped them off.

She stood there, awkwardly turning her face away.

“Let your hair down,” I told her, and she took out her hair band. Her bright blonde hair fell to her shoulders. She stood there, blushing, her skin pale, her face and chest red. I smiled and she smiled back.

“Is that all? May I get dressed now?” She asked, and I shook my head.

“I tell you what, if let me give you a kiss, I’ll throw in an extra hundred dollars, spending money for your trip, how does that sound?” I asked, and she looked away.

“Just one kiss?” She stammered, holding her hands in front of her chest.

“Yes, just one kiss,” I told her and she smiled.

“Well, I guess it couldn’t hurt. And I do need a little extra,” She smiled. “OK, fine, but that’s it, and I’m done, right?”

“Right, I promise,” I told her and she came and sat down next to me, putting her arm on my shoulder and closing her eyes, leaning in slowly.

“Whoa, slow it down,” I laughed, pushing her back a little, “I don’t want to kiss you on the lips.”

She sat back and stared at me, confused, and got up and onto my knees in front of her. I spread her legs and she laced her fingers in front of her chest and shook her head.

“There? I can’t let you kiss me there!” She exclaimed, but I shushed her.

“Relax, it’s just a kiss, just like anywhere else,” I smiled, and she slowly nodded.

“Ok, ok, fine,” She said, lifting her legs onto the couch and spreading them.

“You’re pretty nimble,” I laughed, and she blushed.

“Um, thank you, ballet I guess,” She whispered, and I leaned forward.

I slowly kissed her pussy, rubbing against it with my thumb until her clit was exposed. She gasped, shivering a little as my tongue flicked against her, her body flushed.

“Oh! Oh!” She huffed, shaking her head. “Ok, that’s enough, that’s enough!” She gasped, but I shook my head.

“No, baby, I’m not done soon,” I smiled up at her, her pussy juices covering my face.

“Ok, but please, not much more, I’m-” her heavy breathing kicked in. I grabbed her legs and held them back, licking her clit voraciously while she shivered and squirmed in my grip.

I think I could tell that she was cumming before she knew. Her breath shortened and her body arched. She started moaning, gasping.

“Wha- What?” She squeaked, but I kept licking until she started shivering and pushing against my head.

“Oh my! Oh my god! What’s? What’s going- What? Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!” she squealed, and I held her even harder while she climaxed, eventually letting her relax in my grip as I sat up.

She was panting and shaking, beads of sweat on her chest and face.

“What was, what-” She gasped, but I shook my head.

“Oh, god, oh no, Lilly I’m so sorry,” I feigned shock, standing up and turning away, rubbing my head.

“What? What is it?”

“You don’t know what you just did?” I asked, and she shook her head, her eyes wrought with fright.

“No! Tell me! Please!”

“Well,” I frowned, turning to her, “I paid you to let me kiss you, and you let me, and you just orgasmed. That means you’re a whore, now.” I frowned, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t mean to make you cum, I’m so sorry.”

She gasped, grabbing her clothes and hurriedly trying to cover her naked body.

“What? I’m a- but you made me!” She shrieked, and I shook her head.

“I didn’t make you do anything, I just wanted a kiss, and you let me pay you for it, and you orgasmed like a dirty little whore when I did. Oh my, this is so bad.”

“But, but, nobody needs to know about this!” She cried, “Please, sir, you can’t tell anyone!”

I paced around my room, shaking my head.

“No, that won’t do. I’ll have to call your church, what kind of man would I be if I let a whore like you do missionary work?”

She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, her eyes wide.

“No! Please! I won’t be able to do missionary work?” She whispered, and I nodded.

My heart raged inside of my ribs, I couldn’t believe this was working so well.

“Yes, I’ll have to tell your priest, and once they know they’ll be sure to kick you out. Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I muttered, and tears started streaming down her face.

“B-b-b-b-but-” she stuttered, biting her finger and sniffling quietly.

“Well, unless,” I shrugged, trying my best to hide my smile.

“Unless?” She gasped.

“No, I couldn’t do that to you, it would be too rough on you.” I sighed and turned away.

In an instant, she was clinging to my left leg, grovelling on the floor, naked.

“Please! Anything! Whatever it is!” She begged, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll do anything!” She shrieked.

I took a deep breath and looked down at her.

“Well, if you really wanted, I could punish you for what you’ve done,” I told her, and her eyes lit up. “Then nobody would need to know, because you’ve made up for it, and I’m sure you’ll have learned your lesson.”

She bit her lip, looking away, then nodded.

“Ok, ok, I can do it, I’m ready,” she whispered. I picked her up and grabbed her hair in a bunch, forcing her to walk over to my living room table. I bent her over it, and pulled her arms out in front of her.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” I told her, and she squeaked a little bit.

“W-what are you going to do?” She asked, and I pulled back my hand and spanked her ass, pretty gentle.

“Oh!” She jumped, looking at me with this naive terror in her eyes.

“You can go any time you like, Lilly,” I told her rubbing her ass, but she closed her eyes and shook her head.

“No, please, keep going, I need this,” she begged.

I spanked her again, harder this time. Her round little cheeks turning red so quickly. She squirmed a little, moving her weight around, then looked up at me.

“Please, keep going. I know I deserve it,” She moaned and I spanked her again, and again, and again.

After some time, I stood back, admiring my work. She was sniffling and huffing quietly, her face wet with tears and red with shame. She looked up at me, fear in her eyes.

“Is it- am I- is that enough?” She whispered, but I shook my head.

“Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough? You don’t still feel dirty and ashamed?”

She gasped, shaking her head, tears streaming down steadily now.

“Yes! I feel worse! I came so close to orgasming again while you were spanking me, I- I-” She started to stammer and sob.

I honestly could hardly contain my mirth. She was trembling, biting her lip, looking at me, worried.

“This is worse than I thought,” I told her, rubbing my chin and shaking my head.

“What? Really?” She squeaked, covering her face and gasping. “I don’t mean to! I don’t want to be a dirty little whore!”

“I have an idea, stay here,” I told her, walking into my room, returning with a length of chord.

I walked up to her and grabbed her arms, binding them and tethering them to one of the legs of the table so she couldn’t lift herself up.

“W- what’s that for?” She whispered, and I shook my head.

“I’ve heard of this, actually, Lilly, and the best way to treat it is to spank you and play with you until you cum,” I smiled. I leaned forward, lifting her up by her chin and kissing her. She tried to look away, but I held her still, and she returned the kiss, albeit weak and meager.

“If you cum enough while I’m spanking you, your body will associate the orgasm with the pain, and you’ll stop enjoying it so much. It might take a while, but I’ve heard of this kind of therapy working to cure naughty little whores of their sexual urges. But it’s going to be rough, and your body might compel you to stop halfway through. You’ll need the rope to hold you down so you can make it through.”

“Yes, yes, that makes so much sense. Please, I need your help!” She begged, lifting her ass up at me.

“I’m going to have to finger you and play with your pussy. The best thing for you to do is not try to fight it, ok? Let yourself cum as much as you can, and every time you’re orgasming, I want you to declare your shame by saying you’re a dirty little whore, or a worthless slut, things like that. That way, I can spank you harder when you’re cumming, maybe even choke you. But rest assured, you’re in good hands. You’re safe with me, I’m going to do my best to help you get rid of your demons so you can be a good little girl again.” I smiled, and she shook her head vigorously.

“Yes, oh god, thank you so much, sir, I can’t believe you’re so willing to help me. God bless you,” she sniffled, then looked forward and closed her eyes.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my hand running down her back and groping her ass.

“Yes sir, please, I’m ready,” she nodded, biting her lip. I slid my hand between her legs, pushing them apart, and slowly rubbing her lips. She was dripping wet, her juices lubricating her tiny little pussy, and I gently massaged clit, barely even touching her for ten seconds before she started to squirm.

“Oh god! It’s happening! It’s happening again! I’m cumming!” She squealed, panting and shaking her head.

I stood there in shock, watching her cum instantly, shuddering and panting, her back arching and collapsing.

I took a step back, staring at her, my jaw dropped.

“Why didn’t you- sir, why didn’t-” she gasped, staring at me.

“This is going to take quite a bit of work,” I said, spanking her ass. She huffed a little, nodding her head.

“Yes, please, however long it takes, I want to be a good little girl again!” She moaned, shaking her ass a little.

“I can’t believe you came so quickly,” I laughed a little, spanking her again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You told me not to fight it!” She cried, burying her face in her arms.

“No, you were right not to fight it, but you didn’t declare your shame, don’t forget, next time, to tell me what a dirty little cumslut you are,” I instructed her, and she nodded.

I started spanking her again, harder and harder, then I slowly worked my finger inside her pussy, and I couldn’t believe what I was feeling.

She had the tightest, tiniest little hole I’d ever felt. Even my finger was almost too big for her, and she shuddered and squirmed, her legs lifting up, her back arching, as I gently thrusted inside of her, spanking her over and over.

“Oh god!” She finally started again after a moment or two. “Oh god! Oh! I’m a whore! Oh god I’m a whore. I’m a worthless little whore!” She screamed, and I spanked her so hard my own hand started to burn. She shook her head, turning to me, begging me with her eyes. “Oh, please! Harder! I’m a whore!”

I spanked her and she winced and squirmed, screaming and shaking, her entire body quivering in obvious delight. Finally, she calmed down, and I took my finger out of her little pussy and walked around to the front of the table.

“Good girl, you’re doing great, Lilly,” I said, and she smiled, sniffling away her sobs. “But look at my finger, those are all your juices on it, that only happens if you’re enjoying it.”

She shook her head, turning even redder than before.

“I know, I know, I can’t help it! It feels so good!” She cried, breaking down and hiding her face.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her face up.

“Open your mouth!” I demanded, and her mouth opened up, her cute little braces sparkling at me. I shoved my finger inside and she started squirming and shaking her head. “Taste your juices, taste what a little whore you are, I want you to suck them off my finger.”

Gradually, she stopped fighting, and started sucking on my finger. I was surprised at how deep she could go without gagging once.

Eventually, I pulled my finger out and went back around, spreading her legs with a light tap on her inner thighs. She squealed and spread them as wide as she could with her feet still touching the ground, practically on her tip toes.

I started rubbing her pussy and spanking her again, switching hands so I could pay more attention to her left ass cheek, and she moaned and shook, pulling against her restraints.

Finally, her body start to shudder and she began to shake.

“I’m a filthy little slut! I’m a worthless cumslut! Oh god! I’m a whore!” She gasped, and I spanked her ass harder and harder, rubbing her clit with my fingers and working my thumb inside of her.

She shook her head from side to side, panting and gasping as I spanked her harder and harder.

“Oh god, oh, please! I’m a whore! I’m a whore!” She screamed, closing her eyes and quivering. I rubbed harder and harder, and she started to sob.

“I think- oh god! I think it’s happening again! It’s not stopping!” She squealed.

“Let it happen, keep cumming, this is exactly what you need!” I yelled at her, and she nodded, lifting her ass up.

“God! I’m a dirty little whore! I’m a disgusting whore! Oh god! Oh god!” She cried, shaking and screaming, her breath rapidly building.

“Say you’re a dumb little slut! Tell me how worthless and stupid you are!” I yelled, pulling my belt off and using it to spank her ass.

“Oh! Yes! I’m a dumb little whore! I’m such a stupid slut! Oh! Oh god! Yes, please, I deserve to be punished, I’m a naughty little whore!” She screamed, then turned to me, panting and sweating.

“Oh god, it’s happening again!” She cried.

“Let it happen, keep cumming,” I told her, and she bit her lip and nodded, turning back around and burying her face in her arms again.

“Ohhhhhh! Oh god! Oh god!” She screamed. I stood up and wrapped my left hand around her waist, rubbing her clit and fingering her, and with my right arm, I grabbed her throat.

“Oh! Please!” She gasped, then I squeezed so hard she couldn’t breath anymore. I could feel her squirming and fighting in my grip, her body arching and collapsing, reaching climax again and again, and when I finally let go of her throat, she let out an almost deafening scream, and her body convulsed, then her pussy exploded with juice, squirting again and again, dribbling down her legs, soaking my pants.

I let her go and she groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she squirmed slowly, rolling from side to side as she gasped and panted.

“What was- did I- what was that?” She whispered, and I shook my head.

“Oh, god, Lilly, you just squirted. Not many girls can do that, only the naughtiest, little whores are able to squirt like that.”

She started shaking and sobbing.

“Oh god! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it! It feels so good!” She sobbed, crying and staring at me, helpless.

“Honestly, we’re running out of options here,” I told her as she broke down in front of me.

“I know! I know! What can I do?” She cried.

“Hold on, I have something that might help.” I told her, walking off. I opened up my closet and pulled out my little treasure chest of toys, grabbing a ball gag, two more cords of rope, a whip, and a small, slender, vibrating dildo. I walked back, grabbing her panties off the coffee table.

She was sniffling and sobbing, whispering to herself when I got back.

“I don’t want to be a whore, I can’t be a whore,” she sobbed.

I smacked her on the back, then put the ball gag and whip down next to her.

“Where did you get-” she started, but I shushed her, showing her the vibrator.

“This is going inside of you, and it vibrates, and it’s going to make you cum non stop, and while you’re cumming, I’m going to whip your entire back. It’s probably going to be the most painful thing you’ve ever been through, and you’ll need to scream. That’s what the gag is for. Understand?”

She nodded. I walked around, grabbing the ball gag and holding it to her face.

“Open up,” I told her, and she her mouth popped open. It was a tight fit, but soon her little brace face was gagged, the ball almost effectively closing up her mouth.

I secured the bindings around her head then grabbed her panties. I put them on her, then forced the vibrator inside her pussy, holding it in place with the panties so it wouldn’t fall out. Even with them pushing the dildo inside her, it only went in about three or four inches, her tight little pussy unable to take any more than that.

She made muffled little sobbing noises, but I kept at work.

I grabbed the cords and used each one to bind her legs by her ankles and tie them off to the separate table legs. Soon, she was completely tethered to my table, barely able to move an inch, her legs spread, her flesh exposed, her pussy slowly gyrating back and forth.

“Are you ready?” I asked, running the leather straps from the whip down her back. She shivered, and I could see goosebumps on her arms and legs.

“Weh wurh” she nodded, and I was sure that was an affirmation, so I reached in between her legs and flicked the switch on the vibrator.

The whirring noise of the vibrator was matched by Lilly’s breath, panting and huffing, drool dribbling down her chin and onto the table. She moaned and squealed, her body shaking and quivering.

I watched her begin to climax, and that’s when my hand reared and I whipped her, incredibly hard, right in the middle of her back.

“Oh! I wuwy! I wuwy!” she drooled, and I knew she was orgasming. She buckled and moaned, sobbing as I whipped her again, and again, and again.

I pulled out my cock, stiff and aching it was so hard, and started to stroke it. I pleasured myself as she squirmed, whipping her back until it was a mess of welts and red flesh.

She never stopped orgasming, I don’t think. I’m not sure if it was one long orgasm or one after the other, but she kept cumming, again and again, soaking her panties with her juices, the rest dribbling down her legs.

I must have whipped her for almost an hour. By the time I was done, there wasn’t an inch of skin left that wasn’t red, not even her legs.

I set the whip down and went to my kitchen, grabbing a pair of scissors and coming back. I set the down and walked over to her face, unbuckling the ball gag straps from around her head and pulling it out.

The vibrator was still on and she was still cumming, sobbing and gasping and drooling, panting as she stared up at me.

“You can’t stop it, can you?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“No! I can’t!” She cried, then her eyes made contact with my hard, erect cock. “What are you-” She started, but I slapped her.

“There’s only one thing left I can think of,” I told her, and she stared up at me.

“Please! Anything! Anything so I’ll be good again! Oh!” She winced again, her eyes shut, as she peaked again. “Oh god! I’m such a filthy whore!”

I grabbed my cock and waved it at her.

“I’m going to have to give you the hardest, roughest, most degrading fuck of your life, and hopefully you’ll never want to think about orgasming again.” I told her, slowly stroking myself.

She shook her head, the tears flowing unabashedly by now.

“No! Please! I can’t! I’m- I’m- Oh god I’m cumming again!” She screamed, clenching her teeth, then she shook it off, catching her breath. “I’m saving myself for marriage!”

I rubbed my chin, taking a deep sigh.

“Nobody’s going to want to marry a dirty little whore like you,” I told her, shaking my head. “But if this works, it’ll cure you, and nobody needs to know.”

She moaned, shaking her ass, staring at me, groaning and trying to think.

“You swear? No one? Oh! Oh!” She huffed.

“If I can cure you, there won’t be anything to tell. You won’t be a whore anymore.” I smiled, petting her cheek, and she nodded.

“Yes! Please! Fuck me! Fuck me so hard I never want to get fucked again! Oh! Oh god!” She begged and came, shivering in delight.

I grabbed the scissors and cut her panties off, their tattered shreds falling to the floor in a wet heap, then I pulled out the vibrator and set it aside.

“Beg for my cock,” I demanded, spanking her ass.

“Oh! Oh god! Please, let me have your cock! Please! I’m a worthless whore! I need you to fuck me till I’m a good little girl again! Please!”

I spit on my hand and rubbed my cock till it was wet, then I slowly pushed it inside her pussy.

She was dripping wet but incredibly tight. As I drove my cock slowly inside her, I could feel her tight little hymen giving way.

“Oh! Oh god! Oh god! It’s too big!” She squealed, shaking her head, but I kept fucking her. I could only get in the first three or four inches, so I grabbed her cheeks and slowly started ramming my cock inside her, working deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“Oh! Oh! God it feels so good! Fuck me harder! Make it hurt!” She begged, so I thrust my entire cock inside her.

She shrieked, biting her lip and groaning, gasping, mumbling, it was all gibberish, like she was speaking in tongues. She looked back at me, this intense glare of animalistic rage and pleasure, her eyes starting to roll back in her head, her tongue sticking out, panting and gasping.

I held onto her ass cheeks while I plowed her from behind, swimming in euphoric pleasure.

“Oh god! Oh god! I’m gonna cum again! Sir, please, spank me, choke me! Make me hate it!” She begged, and I couldn’t help but oblige.

I spanked her ass while she screamed, then finally, when I knew she was beginning to cum, I grabbed her throat, ramming inside her in deep, forceful thrusts,, pulling my cock out almost entirely, then forcing it in all the way, over and over.

She hadn’t squirt in some time, I’d thought she’d squirt herself dry, but when she came, I could feel her juices shooting out, soaking my pants again.

I couldn’t help myself, the pleasure was too intense. I groaned, shooting my hot load inside her pussy, again and again, filling her with my semen.

“Oh god! Did you- did you just come inside me?” She gasped as I pulled out, collapsing onto one of my dining room chairs.

“God, yes, I couldn’t help it,” I laughed, slowly undressing myself.

“But- but- I’m not on birth control!” She cried, and I shrugged.

“Better get a morning after pill, then, huh?” I laughed, then stood up, untying her.

She quietly sobbed while I undid her restraints, then when she was loose she climbed up onto the table, huddling into the fetal position, hugging her legs.

I grabbed the dildo then picked her up, carrying her into my bedroom. I placed her on her knees in front of me. She had this confused look on her face as I waved my cock at her.

“You think you’re done yet?” I laughed, slapping her face. “Open up, I’m not through with you.”

Her jaw dropped and I shoved my cock inside. She looked like she didn’t know what to do, so I grabbed her hair and moved her head back and forth.

“Suck on it, like a big straw,” I told her, and she started slurping and slobbering. Even with her braces on, it was still a pretty decent blowjob, and within another minute or two my cock was as hard as a rock again.

I stared down at her, this innocent little teeny bopper bobbing her head back and forth on my cock, staring up at me with her big, innocent eyes. I leaned down and started spanking her ass, then I grabbed her hair and really started throatfucking her.

She gagged and pushed against me, trying to pull my cock out, but I grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, holding them with one hand while I skull fucked her and spanked her with the other

She sputtered and gagged and coughed, choking and slobbering on my cock, drool dribbling down her chin, running down her body.

Finally, I pulled my cock out and she fell down, huddling on my carpet.

“Please, sir, I don’t think I can take anymore.” She gasped.

“Good, we’re finally making some progress,” I smiled, picking her up and throwing her on my bed.

She lied back and instinctively spread her legs. I mounted her, forcing my cock in her tight little pussy, grabbing her hand and placing it on her clit.

“Play with yourself,” I told her, then I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on, giving it to her.

“Yes- oh god- yes, just like that!” She moaned, taking the entirety of my cock inside her, squirming and mumbling, panting like an animal, her eyes rapidly darting from my face to my cock. She rubbed the vibrator on her clit, shaking her head and quivering.

“Oh god! I’m a worthless slut! I’m a stupid whore!” She started moaning, so I grabbed her throat and slapped her, again and again. She gasped, her mouth wide, this gigantic, otherworldly smile on her face.

“Yes! God, yes! Please! Punish me!” She begged, rubbing her clit with the vibrator, grabbing her own throat and squeezing.

I fucked her little pussy while she came, again and again, panting like an animal, until she collapsed, her body this tiny little rag doll laying on my bed.

I turned her over, pushed her onto her knees, her ass sticking up, her face buried in my pillows, and pulled her hands between her legs.

“Keep fingering your clit,” I told her, spanking her ass, and she nodded, rubbing her little pussy.

I forced my cock inside her as she played with herself. She was losing stamina, fast, but I had a little bit more life left in me, so I picked up the vibrator, turned it on, spit on it, then slowly pushed it inside her ass.

“Oh! Oh no! Please not there!” She begged, but as soon as it got in a couple inches, I could feel her pussy clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing.

“Oh god! Yes! Yes! Don’t pull it out! Yes!” She screamed, finally hitting her peak again, and riding through wave upon wave of orgasm for some time.

Finally, I pulled out, leaning up next to her, laying against some pillows.

“Did you come inside my pussy again?” She whispered, staring up at me, but I shook my head.

“No, you’re going to suck me off until I cum on your face and in your mouth, then you’re going to lick it all off and swallow it.” I told her, and she nodded, slowly and painfully lowering herself down my bed.

She positioned herself on her stomach, grabbed my cock and used it to slap herself a couple times in the face, then she stuffed it in her mouth and forced it down her throat.

Her head bobbed and she gagged and slurped for what, to me, felt like an eternity, but before long, I started moaning, feeling myself begin to cum.

“Pull it out, pull it out, I want you to let it cover your face!” I gasped, and she did as she was told, my hot load shooting her in the face again and again, until she was covered in white, sticky cum.

Her eyes were stuck together, but she did her best to look up at me.

“Should I lick it off now?” She asked, and I laughed a little.

“Yes, baby.” I told her, and she ran her finger along her face, gathering up the cum, and depositing it inside her mouth ever stroke or two. When she was done, she curled up next to me, resting her face on my chest, and I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was in the evening time and she was staring up at me, playing with the hairs on my chest and smiling.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” She bubbled, nuzzling her face into my chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I grumbled, and she giggled.

“It’s ok, I fell asleep too.” She smiled, then looked away, the smile fading from her face.

“Did it work? Do you think I’m cured?” She asked, staring up at me with her big, bright eyes. “Or do you think-” then her voice trailed off.

“Well, Lilly,” I took a deep breath, shrugging. “Do you think you’ll want to get fucked like that ever again?” I asked, and she looked away.

When she looked back up at me, there were tears in her eyes.

“Honestly?” She squeaked, beginning to sniffle back the tears, “Yes, yes, I do, I will. Oh god!”

She hid her face in my chest, and I could feel her tears streaming down her face and onto my body. I pet her soft hair.

“Sh,” I shushed her as she sobbed, “shhh, it’s ok.”

She looked up at me, hopefully, and I smiled at her.

“It is?” She asked, wiping her tears away.

“Yes, baby, we’ll just have to keep working at it,” I explained, and her frown twitched, a tiny smile obviously trying to be pushed back.

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

I laughed, laying back and staring at my ceiling.

“Yeah, once a week should be enough,” I told her, “And as long as you keep coming and trying to be cured, I see no reason why anybody needs to know about this.”

Her eyes lit up and her smile beamed at me. She scooted up my side, kissing my neck and cheek over and over again.

“Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Oh god! Thank you so much! Oh, you don’t know how much I appreciate this!” She nuzzled her face into the nook of my neck and shoulder, rubbing my body with her hand, then sat up, mounting me and pressing her hot, wet pussy against my stomach.

“But sir, I- I’m just not sure.” She bit her lip, looking away as she rubbed her pussy against my body.

I stared at her, my heart pounding, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t call me out for all the lies I just fed her.

“Not sure about what?” I asked, my cock getting hard as I watched her squeezing her nipples, groping her perky little tits.

“I’m not sure that once a week is gonna be enough.”