Rosco Murtson - Adoption Agency Girl

"Yes, sir!" she said, scrambling forward on all fours, beaming a smile up at his sternly handsome countenance, and crawling into the little wooden cave under his desk.

He harumphed and sat down in his swivel chair, pulled it up till his knees were crowding her further back into the dimness there. His knees were bare. He hadn't bothered to pull his pants up. His thin legs were apart, his flaccid dick hanging over the edge of his chair. It was extremely tempting to the cowering, frightened Janie. She was very hot, but frightened too, in very new surroundings, learning new things, in grave danger of a really brutal beating for something that wasn't really her fault. And Mr. Scantland's cock was there. And Janie knew by then that the way to a man's heart is not always through his stomach. Cowering there she looked at it, she weighed it with her mind, she thought back to the pleasures she'd known on it, and she very frankly hungered for it. She thought about whether or not she'd take a beating for it and she wondered whether being really nice to it would make him forget about her impending punishment. But most of all she just looked at it, hungered for it, and as she looked her hunger grew. She crept closer to it, extended her tongue, and began to lick its pink, shriveled end.

"This paperwork is getting worse all the time, Nurse Frye," said Mr. Scantland, and he opened his legs wider.

"It's something we've got to do. The poor children need us," she replied, and Jane was able to get the whole length of that beloved man's cock in her mouth.

She sucked it and kissed it, used her hands on it. He very obligingly shifted forward so that she could gain access to his balls, and these she kissed with equal fervor, her near virgin cunt throbbing more with each new kiss. She used her hands too, quite unhearing as the Agency Director spoke with his Nurse, quite content for the moment to have her face deep between his very male loins and to have his utterly male cock even deeper in her mouth. Still and all, for all her passions for him, his cock remained flaccid. She didn't know much about men, didn't know how quick or how often they responded to her kind of adoration, but her passion for him increased with the waterings of her badly swollen cunt as she did her best to make it hard. She even opened her blouse all the way and rubbed her bare titties against his dangling organ, but still it hung there swollen but not stiff.

At last he sighed, said, "Nurse Frye, that will be all for tonight. I've got to get on with Miss White's punishment and there's no reason for you to stay for it."

"You won't be too hard on her?" said Nurse Frye, and Janie's heart rose and fell like a roller coaster car.

"You may go," he said, and Nurse Frye bade him goodnight, but Janie didn't hear the door open and close.

Mr. Scantland pushed back his chair and said, "Get up here."

Jane rose on lust-weakened, cramped legs, smiling worshipfully up at him.

He regarded her somberly as he stepped completely out of his pants and shorts and picked up the riding crop from the desk, then the leather thong, finally the ruler which he flexed in his hands.

Jane smiled winsomely at him, rubbed her bare backside, and simpered, "Do you really have to spank me? I'll be good from now on. I promise."

"I've heard promises before. So many." He sat down in his armless swivel chair, laid the ruler across his naked lap, and said, "But would you rather just go to bed now?"

She looked at his cock, flaccid and entirely useless to her in her condition, and she shook her head and said, "I'd rather stay, I guess, and… get what's coming to me."

He nodded sagely. "Get across my lap. Skirt up high. Get across my lap."

She sighed and did as he said. What was a little pain to her compared to what Audrey got, and what Audrey left with. Janie sighed and settled her hot bare belly and loins over his hard and boney lap, clutching the threadbare carpet with both hands and expecting the worst, hoping for the best. She was very aware that Nurse Frye hadn't left. She could discern her big-busted form behind the stained red draperies, doing something close with the male behind them. But now she didn't care who was there. What with her dread of the pain and her need for relief, the entire Supreme Court and the Pope of Rome might have been watching and she simply couldn't have changed how she felt.

WHACK!!! WHACKETT – WHACKETY – WHACK!

The sound of the bamboo ruler flattening her bare bottom was almost as shocking as the pain at first, but before very long at all pain had overwhelmed aural sensation and Jane was screaming and writhing on Mr. Scantland's lap.

Whackety-whack, whack, whack! And Jane was going out of her mind with this, her first real spanking administered on a very bare bottom that longed and itched for something else. She begged and pleaded with him through her tears, implored for him to stop it for just one breathing moment, but the ruler kept falling, whackety-whack, and Jane was sure she would go quite out of her mind with the scalding pain until she felt his cock on her belly.

Yes! He was getting hard! HARD! She didn't know what was causing it, didn't care, but his cock was getting hard, for her, far her! "Oh, yes, yes-s-s-s-s!" she moaned, scarcely feeling the blows on her backside now, but certainly feeling that stiffening dick under her squirming belly.

"Give-it-to-me, give-it-to-me," she panted, even smiling as he banged her with the ruler and as she got her hand up around a cock that was getting harder against her belly at every moment.

"Whack, Whack, Whack," the sharp-edged rule sang out, though now Jane hardly heard its impacts, listening instead to Mr. Scantland's passioned breathing as his cock came fully hard for her under her hot, thrusting young belly.

And then all at once he'd thrown her off his lap, cast her down on the floor on her smarting backside, and she was looking up at him, but only for a moment. He caught her by her long black hair, snarled a warning, and thrust her on his desk. It was all so quick and thoroughly exciting that Janie could hardly think, but she did know as he thrust her there, that he said, "Get ready for the best fucking you'll ever have, girl!"

His cock in her cunt, not her mouth! He did love her! She opened up fully, spreading her fourteen-year-old legs wide, giving his gorgeous cock total access to her reaching, thrusting cunt, and she waited on red hot pins and needles as he spread her sodden cuntlips with his fingers, fitted his swollen cockhead against her, and shoved it in, the whole six inches of it!

"Aaowi yes! Fuck me! I love it!" she screamed, as he snarled and humped and screwed in her, wonderful man!, and made her cum surely as hugely as Audrey had, even better, for he was cumming too!

Truly wonderful man, marvelously virile lover, he was no sooner balls-deep in Janie's little twat than he'd proceeded to fill it to more than overflowing with his good, hot jizm!

The heavy hot cream gushed and spouted in her, and Janie's cunt, her whole body sucked it up with greedy abandon. She moaned and panted with him, thrust back against his fierce jabs until she saw stars, and he poured the hard meat to her till his cream was flowing down to cover her puckering asshole. And then, at the huge peak of her great pleasure, he picked up the leather thong and he ZIPP, ZIPP, ZIPPED her with it, loudly commanding that she, "Move! Move that ass! Move that cunt before I make it bleed again!"

Janie fucked him insanely. The whole world was gone and she felt no pain at all from the leather thong as she threw up to him all she had, her naked tits and her bursting brain, her hot young hips and her high-heeled toes, her clutching hands and her clasping thighs, but most of all her cunt, her filled up cunt, that fine young cunt that had finally found out what it was all about.