J McKenna - Naughty girl

“Good. Those will do. Let’s try on the tan ones now.”

Danny eagerly stepped in as DeeDee sat. Her skirt rode up. She tried to pull it down, but caught Carl’s eye. He shook his head. So she sat, her shoulders slumped, as Danny tried to concentrate on her shoes, the edge of her naked pussy showing out from underneath her skirt.

Carl sensed Oily Salesman returning. He hovered just out of earshot, probably straining his eyeballs as he took in the scene. Carl decided not to shoo him away, as it only increased DeeDee’s lust and mortification. He felt as if he were someone else, perhaps the personification of Evers, back from the grave.

Carl decided to step back from the brink. He felt she’d had enough, so he rejected the tan shoes as soon as she stood up. He bought the black ones, which he made her wear out of the store.

DeeDee seemed grateful when he turned toward the lot. “Are you taking Naughty Girl home?” she whispered, her voice pleading.

“Yes, dear. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day.” He also wanted to take advantage of her passion. She had been on the verge of an orgasm for a couple of hours. He could only imagine what this might do to their lovemaking later.

“My god! Naughty Girl thought she was going to die of embarrassment!” DeeDee said as she slipped into the car. “Why did you make her do that?!”

“I don’t really know,” he answered truthfully. “At first, I thought we were just reliving some of your past adventures with Master Stephen, but it did seem to take on a life of its own, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Master. Naughty Girl nearly came a couple of times!”

“Good. I imagine you were rather embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed! I was mortified! But it was a controlled mortification, if that makes any sense.”

Carl didn’t call her on the pronoun. It seemed as if they had just exited a stage and now they could relax and get out of character.

“You mean, you knew I wouldn’t go too far?”

“Something like that. I actually felt safe with you there. I never could’ve done that with anyone else, I don’t think.”

“Except Master Stephen.”

“Well, yes.”

“I’m glad it turned you on. It means you’re all primed to make love to me.”

She smiled. “You’d better. Or I’ll have to call Frank.”

Carl drove home in record time. By the time he parked, his erection was insistent. DeeDee beat him to the front door, and he could see at once that the back of her skirt was soaked with juices.

He grabbed her around the waist and hugged her close. “You know, if you just wore panties, you wouldn’t have this leakage problem,” he said, grinning.

“Fuck me, Master,” was all she said.

Inside, they immediately began stripping off their clothes. DeeDee didn’t have far to go—in seconds, she stood naked, watching Carl dancing around on one foot, trying to remove his pants. She giggled at the sight of him—his raging hard-on pressing against his boxer shorts. She waited patiently until he was naked too then ran ahead of him into the bedroom.

He chased her and caught up with her at the bed. He fell onto her, careful not to crush her and heard her squeal with delight. He held her face down while she gave a few mock struggles. He pressed his cock against her upper thigh. She quit squirming immediately and spread her legs for him.

Carl wanted her so badly, he couldn’t bear to wait, and yet, he also wanted to prolong the moment—a moment they had been building to for a few hours now. He held her there, moving his cock in tiny circles, feeling the slickness on her leg. She waited there expectantly, thrusting herself back against him when he didn’t immediately plunge into her.

“I love what you do to me,” Carl whispered, allowing the tip of his cock to touch her hot core. He reached down and spread her labia apart. She gasped as he touched her. She was hot as if burning with fever.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged, then added, “Master.”

He held off a few more seconds, thinking his cock might explode in the meantime. Finally, he pushed his hard member into her, hearing her gasp. At the same time, he pressed down with three fingers on her clit. DeeDee came at once, vibrating against him, a moan escaping her lips.

Carl began to thrust in earnest now, knowing he couldn’t hold back long. He loved the way his cock felt inside her, the slickness, the heat, the scent of her. He grabbed her hips and thrust hard, pumping in and out for a few critical seconds before he gasped and felt his release.

DeeDee pushed back against him and Carl knew she was having another orgasm. Sweat poured off their bodies. All of the events of the day culminated in this one base act—an act of love, obedience, trust and perversity. Especially perversity.

Carl never felt so good being bad. So why did it gnaw at him?

Later, when they were both completely satiated and had gotten up again, Carl felt a bit awkward around DeeDee. It surprised him. They’d done nearly every wicked thing two people could do and it had felt great—for a time. Now was he actually feeling some remorse? He wondered if she felt it too.

He was in the kitchen, having showered and dressed, fixing both of them a sandwich. He mulled over his conflicting emotions while DeeDee showered.

He had to admit to himself that he’d been taking advantage of her. Reliving her experiences with her old Master, enjoying the thrill of total control—it brought out the dark side of him. Perhaps it’s in all of us , he mused.

But now he’d begun to feel guilty. He never expected to find someone like her, someone who would do anything to please him, no matter how embarrassing it might be. Sure, he knew she got off on it. That’s just part of who DeeDee is, he told himself.

However, it’s who she was with Evers, not me , he thought. And I’m not Evers .

That was it. That’s why his conscience bothered him. He wasn’t being honest; he was just using her. That’s not me. I’m a nice guy. Aren’t I?

Carl wasn’t sure he even knew the real DeeDee. The one he’d rescued, the smart, pretty girl. She’d gotten lost somehow after he had discovered DeeDee the Slut.

Right then, he decided to back off the reminiscing for a while. When DeeDee came out of the shower, naked except for a towel wrapped around her head, Carl told her he didn’t want her to use that “Naughty Girl” name for a while.

“Really?” she said, her eyes wide. She seemed confused.

“I know Evers called you Naughty Slut. And while I’ve thoroughly enjoyed revisiting that time, I feel like I’m trying to be somebody I’m not.”

She gazed at him and for a moment, he thought she might cover up her nakedness, like Eve in the Garden of Eden. Innocence lost. Then she nodded, ever so slightly.

“I think you are a smart, beautiful, attentive and caring woman. A woman I’m lucky to have gotten to know,” he continued. “At the same time, I think your experiences with Evers changed your perception of what a man should be in your life. We’re not supposed to be your masters! I mean it’s nice and all…” Carl trailed off, feeling foolish. How could he tell her that she was too easily exploited? That it might be dangerous in the wrong hands?

“Look, I just want to get to know the ‘other’ DeeDee. You know, the girl who reads poetry and literature, who dimples when she smiles, who trusted me when she hardly knew me—in other words, the woman I had expected to meet on our first real date together. Before I let my curiosity about your lack of underwear lead me into this fascinating and lurid tale about your submissive life with Stephen.”

DeeDee stared at him for a long minute then reached out and placed a soft hand on his cheek. He immediately covered it with his hand then drew it toward his mouth and kissed it.