J McKenna - Naughty girl

“So he took his Girl to the bedroom and laid her on the clean sheets.” Her voice became dreamy. “He ate his Naughty Girl’s cunt for a long time. She had orgasm after orgasm. When she finally begged him to stop, he slipped his hard cock into her. She wrapped her legs about him and Slut came one last time with him.”

“That was a good story. We’ll have to play that game too. But right now, I have more questions.”

“Yes, Master Carl.”

“Usually, a slut is a woman who fucks many men. Did you remain exclusive to your Master?”

She looked down at the floor and he knew there was another tale to tell.

Naughty Girl began to cry again. This was clearly a painful memory to her. “Girl is sorry, Master. She never expected her old Master would want to share her.”

“When did this happen?”

“It was about two years after Girl started seeing Master. The summer of my senior year. Hot day. Slut saw the signal and came in and she was shocked. There was a man, sitting with Master, on the couch. He was big, bald, middle-aged. He looked strong, mean. I—Naughty Slut hesitated. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do.

“Master said to me, ‘Why is my Naughty Slut just standing there?’”

“I said, ‘I didn’t know you had company.’ His Slut even used the wrong pronoun, she was so shocked.”

“Master told me he was an old college friend of his, just in for a visit. He said his name was Master Turk. He owned some sort of bondage club in San Francisco. Then he said, ‘I told him all about my Naughty Slut. How obedient she was—looks like I was wrong.’”

“His Slut knew what she had to do then. But it was very hard. My Master just stared at his Slut until she took off all her clothes, right there in front of them. I was mortified.”

“There’s that pronoun again.”

“Slut knows. She was making similar mistakes with Master. His friend confused me—his Slut—so much.”

It also hurt her, Carl could tell. They’d had this private little thing going, and suddenly, Evers brought in a stranger and expected DeeDee to perform for him as well. He wasn’t sure he was going to enjoy this story as much as the others. His conscience began to bother him again.

“So you were just twenty-two years old at this time, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I can tell this story is different from the others. It brings up a lot of emotions. Would you rather not tell it?”

“It’s all right, Master Carl. Naughty Girl knows you’d like to hear it.”

“Yes I would. But I’ll tell you what… Because this is such a personal story, I’ll suspend the ban on personal pronouns. I want to know what you were really feeling during this time, okay?”

She looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Master Carl.”

She gathered her thoughts and continued, “So after I was naked and assumed the position, I thought I was going to faint. I could hear them talking about me as if I was an object, like a shiny new car. ‘Oh, she’s a fine-looking whore,’ Master Turk said. ‘Look at that cute little butt on her. And those cupcake tits! Is she an obedient slut?’

“My Master said, ‘Yes, but she has a lot to learn, I’m afraid.’ He told him how we met and everything. I was blushing so much I was sure they could both tell from across the room.

“Then they got up from the couch and approached me. I thought Master would make me fuck this man and I didn’t want to. He scared me. For one thing, he was bigger and meaner-looking than my master. Also, becoming intimate with Master had taken months, you remember. That I was suddenly supposed to just spread my legs for this stranger was something I didn’t think I could do.”

Carl wanted to hold her, to stroke her. But he wasn’t sure if it would interrupt the flow of the story. He decided to wait.

“Then Master said, ‘Naughty Slut, my friend would like to feel your soft mouth on his cock.’ I nearly ran from the room, but my legs wouldn’t work. Instead, I found myself obeying him, as I had been conditioned to all those years.”

Her face got that glazed quality to it again. The images must have been stark in her mind.

“So I unzipped this man’s pants and eased his cock out. He was bigger than Master. It was as if I was holding a snake. In a trance, I opened my mouth and put it around the head of that huge cock. There was no way that whole thing would fit in my throat, I knew. Still, I just did what I’d been trained to do. I started to suck him off as best I could.”

“Did he come?”

“Yes, but it took a long time. I couldn’t get him deep enough, so I used my hand on his shaft to stimulate him. He seemed to like it just fine, though. When he came, it was like I had put my mouth on a garden hose. Squirt after squirt flooded my mouth. I began to choke—there was no way to swallow it all. It spilled out around his cock and ran down my chin.”

She paused there and Carl could tell she was remembering something important.

“It’s funny, but despite my embarrassment and my anger at Master, the taste of that man’s sperm suddenly caused me to come—and he hadn’t even touched me! It wasn’t a big orgasm, but I was surprised that it happened at all. I guess I’d really been trained by Master.”

“What happened next?”

“Well, Master started to get angry because so much sperm had spilled out, but the stranger put his hand on Master’s arm and said, ‘Don’t punish her on my account, Steve. She’s a natural cocksucker.’ “

“How did that make you feel?”

“Pleased—and grateful. Pleased that I had learned how to give pleasure so well, and grateful that this man would try to stop Master from punishing me. It wasn’t something I expected from him.”

“Did he succeed in that?”

“Not quite. I think Master wanted to show off a little. He seemed, well, different that day. More boastful or something.”

Carl could understand that. Evers had an old college friend come by for a visit and he naturally wanted to show off. He had a rather dull career, and the most exciting thing in his life he couldn’t share with anyone—that was, anyone except for an old friend that he trusted completely.

“Master said okay, he wouldn’t punish me as much as he was going to, but he still needed to show his Slut the error of her ways. Then he said to his friend, ‘I’ll let you punish her. That way you can decide how much punishment she deserves.’ He ordered me to get a ruler and assume the position. I still had sperm on my chin and tits—Master wouldn’t let me wipe it off. I kneeled down with the side of my face against the rug. I could see Master Turk—this stranger —approach me.

“He took the ruler and Master said, ‘I was prepared to give her ten or twelve spanks, but you decide what is fair.’ When he hit me the first time, I almost fainted. He hit so hard!

“I was scared, but I shouldn’t’ve been. He gave me two more hard slaps on each cheek, then said I’d had enough.”

Between her legs, juices were beginning to flow. They glistened on her upper thighs. This story, though somewhat painful, still aroused her.

“Did the stranger fuck you?”

“No. I feared he might. I thought Master had given him permission, but I was wrong.” Her brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just remembered something my master said—for some reason, I had forgotten it until now.”

“Yes?”

“They were talking like I wasn’t there, like I was part of the furniture. He said to Master Turk, ‘I worry about her sometimes, if something should happen to me. She’s so perfectly conditioned, I’m afraid she might fall into the hands of someone who doesn’t understand how to use her.’ And Master Turk said, ‘Oh, leave that to me.’ I remember it send chills through me, although I don’t know what he meant.”