She wasn’t one of those pretty girls. The kind that knows they are pretty. That work at it. She was one of those that didn’t try to be pretty. Effortless. Sometimes, though, when she thought about it, she would catch herself and sit up a little straighter or tilt her hips a little more. A man could lose himself looking at those hips. She didn’t think she was pretty but she knew men always thought of sex when they looked at her. She liked that she had so much power over men. I liked that I had so much power over her.
It didn’t matter what she wore. Jeans, sweat pants, one of those thin cotton dresses, she looked hot. It was something in those deep brown eyes. They were hungry. It was like she never ate. She didn’t, not that often, but this was animal hunger. When she looked at you it felt like she knew everything you want to do to her and she liked it. More than just that, there were things she could teach you that you didn’t know women did. Places she could show you that those eyes of hers had seen and you could almost see reflected in them. When I looked into those eyes for the first time I knew I had to have her. And that I would never look into them again.
We dated for a while. Normal, dinner, movie, and sex. The sex was nice but I could tell there was more to this girl. The first time I tied her up she came three times. The first time I spanked her she came four. We talked about fantasies and scenes. What we wanted out of each other. She called me Sir. I didn’t call her anything. She had no name; she was just my pet. I never let her look me in the eye; she had to keep her eyes downcast. I told her it was because she wasn’t worthy, part of me really knew it was because if I looked into those hungry eyes I might as well put on that dog collar instead of her.
We had been together for several years when I started to get the feeling something was wrong. She didn’t snap to the way she used to. I caught her looking at men when we were out. Head slightly down, but looking up at them with those burning eyes. I could feel the heat coming off her. These men, these boys, were getting my little pet hot. That would never do. I thought she might be getting bored. I stepped things up. One night when we had gone out to dinner, I caught her looking. I took her out to the car, my hand a little tighter on her arm than she liked. When we got there I told her I had seen everything. I saw how she whored herself out to these men. She almost said something, but she knew better, all that came out was one of her indignant squeaks that I love.
It was dark in the parking lot. We weren’t near any of the security lights. I like to park near the back of the lot so I can watch her walk to the restaurant. See her lovely ass move. I reached over and put my hand between her legs. She didn’t stop me, just turned her head to the side. Her legs spread apart for me and I could feel the wetness of her panties. I put my hand under her nose so she could smell herself. I told her not to even think of lying about getting hot looking at those men.
“Slut. I take you out to nice places and this is the reward I get. You, dripping for every dick in the place. Take them off.” She was slow to remove her underwear. “I didn’t buy you those little pink panties for you to get them all dirty. Take them off.” She slid her hands under her dress, lifting her hips so the pink satin could inch its way down her legs. She hated nudity in public. She folded her panties and put them on her lap. Her face was turning red. “Oh no, I will not have those things in my car. Throw them away.” She looked at the panties and started to roll the window down. I grabbed her arm hard enough to make her inhale. “The trash can.” Next to the door of the restaurant was a garbage can. She moaned. Her face was bright red now and her hand shook as she reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said reaching between her legs again. “I can’t let you go out like that. If you went that way, no one would notice how your cunt got all wet for those men.” I started to rub her shaved pussy. Her legs moved further apart. Her eyes closed. This is where I want to be. In control of her, where I can make her close those damn eyes of hers. I move my hand faster, rubbing her juices into her clit. She sighs. I slid my finger into her; her hips move forward to meet me. Her cunt was so wet it was making her legs slick. She was bucking slightly as her breath came faster. I could have finished her off, but I stopped. Her eyes flew open. “Trash can,” I said in a slightly raspy way. My cock was hard and I wanted her to hurry so she could suck it.
I could see tears welling in her eyes as she opened the car door. She walked slowly, looking around to see if anyone was looking at her. She winced every time she walking into the puddle of light under the security lights. I could see the wet shine on her legs as she carried her panties to the trash. Walking this gauntlet was hard for my little pet. There were a few people standing at the door of the restaurant and they turned to watch her as they heard her high heels in the parking lot. I could see how red her face was. I saw one of the men laugh and point to the underwear in her hand. Her face darkened. Then she did that thing. She looked up and clamped those eyes on him and told him to fuck off. I could see the words on her mouth even though I was too far to hear them. She stood up straight and walked with amazing grace to put her pink panties in the trash right next to that asshole. Then she turned, legs slick with her own juice, cunt throbbing, and walked back to me. That was why I loved her; I was the only man that could dominate her.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said when she sat back down, eyes downcast. “I was wrong, Sir. I have shamed myself.”
“Yes,” I said to her. “You are a little slut that needed to be punished. Now,” I unzipped my pants my cock hard and ready, “show me how grateful you are that I’m here to show you how bad you’ve been.” I knew she was too shy to climb on my lap and fuck me in the parking lot. She put her head in my lap while I started the car. She tried her best to take all of me in her mouth, but couldn’t manage with the seatbelt holding her back. What she couldn’t work with her mouth she used her hand on. Her mouth was hot and wet as she eagerly sucked my dick. I drove home as fast as I could without getting pulled over. I was ready to drive the lesson home.
When we got to the driveway, she started to get out of the car. “Where do you think you are going?” It wasn’t really a question and she knew not to answer. I looked down at my hard on.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she crawled onto the set, ass in the air and buried her face in my lap again. Without the seatbelt in the way I felt her take my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair and began to pump her face. With my other hand I reached around her and stroked her hungry sex. She moaned as I sank first one finger, then two into her swollen pussy.
“I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop,” I told her. She made slurping noises as I shot my load into her mouth. She didn’t dare let any slip out from those delicate lips. She didn’t like to swallow it, but this was punishment. After she had made sure all the cum was downed, she moved her head off my lap and moaned as I finger fucked her. She was almost there. Three more strokes would send her over the edge. Two strokes. I stopped.
“No,” she cried before she could stop herself. Her hips were still pumping as she tried to find contact.
“Not tonight, my pet. You will not come from looking at all those boys. Maybe, if you are good, I will fuck you in the morning.” She sniffled a little as I led her into the house. She moaned when I tied her arms to the headboard and her legs apart before we went to sleep so she couldn’t touch herself. This was a hard lesson for her.
I took her out after I had punished her for her transgression, to see if the lesson had taken. Even when she hasn’t been looking at other men, sometimes, when we get to the car, I make her throw her panties away anyway.
It didn’t matter what she wore. Jeans, sweat pants, one of those thin cotton dresses, she looked hot. It was something in those deep brown eyes. They were hungry. It was like she never ate. She didn’t, not that often, but this was animal hunger. When she looked at you it felt like she knew everything you want to do to her and she liked it. More than just that, there were things she could teach you that you didn’t know women did. Places she could show you that those eyes of hers had seen and you could almost see reflected in them. When I looked into those eyes for the first time I knew I had to have her. And that I would never look into them again.
We dated for a while. Normal, dinner, movie, and sex. The sex was nice but I could tell there was more to this girl. The first time I tied her up she came three times. The first time I spanked her she came four. We talked about fantasies and scenes. What we wanted out of each other. She called me Sir. I didn’t call her anything. She had no name; she was just my pet. I never let her look me in the eye; she had to keep her eyes downcast. I told her it was because she wasn’t worthy, part of me really knew it was because if I looked into those hungry eyes I might as well put on that dog collar instead of her.
We had been together for several years when I started to get the feeling something was wrong. She didn’t snap to the way she used to. I caught her looking at men when we were out. Head slightly down, but looking up at them with those burning eyes. I could feel the heat coming off her. These men, these boys, were getting my little pet hot. That would never do. I thought she might be getting bored. I stepped things up. One night when we had gone out to dinner, I caught her looking. I took her out to the car, my hand a little tighter on her arm than she liked. When we got there I told her I had seen everything. I saw how she whored herself out to these men. She almost said something, but she knew better, all that came out was one of her indignant squeaks that I love.
It was dark in the parking lot. We weren’t near any of the security lights. I like to park near the back of the lot so I can watch her walk to the restaurant. See her lovely ass move. I reached over and put my hand between her legs. She didn’t stop me, just turned her head to the side. Her legs spread apart for me and I could feel the wetness of her panties. I put my hand under her nose so she could smell herself. I told her not to even think of lying about getting hot looking at those men.
“Slut. I take you out to nice places and this is the reward I get. You, dripping for every dick in the place. Take them off.” She was slow to remove her underwear. “I didn’t buy you those little pink panties for you to get them all dirty. Take them off.” She slid her hands under her dress, lifting her hips so the pink satin could inch its way down her legs. She hated nudity in public. She folded her panties and put them on her lap. Her face was turning red. “Oh no, I will not have those things in my car. Throw them away.” She looked at the panties and started to roll the window down. I grabbed her arm hard enough to make her inhale. “The trash can.” Next to the door of the restaurant was a garbage can. She moaned. Her face was bright red now and her hand shook as she reached for the door handle. “Wait,” I said reaching between her legs again. “I can’t let you go out like that. If you went that way, no one would notice how your cunt got all wet for those men.” I started to rub her shaved pussy. Her legs moved further apart. Her eyes closed. This is where I want to be. In control of her, where I can make her close those damn eyes of hers. I move my hand faster, rubbing her juices into her clit. She sighs. I slid my finger into her; her hips move forward to meet me. Her cunt was so wet it was making her legs slick. She was bucking slightly as her breath came faster. I could have finished her off, but I stopped. Her eyes flew open. “Trash can,” I said in a slightly raspy way. My cock was hard and I wanted her to hurry so she could suck it.
I could see tears welling in her eyes as she opened the car door. She walked slowly, looking around to see if anyone was looking at her. She winced every time she walking into the puddle of light under the security lights. I could see the wet shine on her legs as she carried her panties to the trash. Walking this gauntlet was hard for my little pet. There were a few people standing at the door of the restaurant and they turned to watch her as they heard her high heels in the parking lot. I could see how red her face was. I saw one of the men laugh and point to the underwear in her hand. Her face darkened. Then she did that thing. She looked up and clamped those eyes on him and told him to fuck off. I could see the words on her mouth even though I was too far to hear them. She stood up straight and walked with amazing grace to put her pink panties in the trash right next to that asshole. Then she turned, legs slick with her own juice, cunt throbbing, and walked back to me. That was why I loved her; I was the only man that could dominate her.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she said when she sat back down, eyes downcast. “I was wrong, Sir. I have shamed myself.”
“Yes,” I said to her. “You are a little slut that needed to be punished. Now,” I unzipped my pants my cock hard and ready, “show me how grateful you are that I’m here to show you how bad you’ve been.” I knew she was too shy to climb on my lap and fuck me in the parking lot. She put her head in my lap while I started the car. She tried her best to take all of me in her mouth, but couldn’t manage with the seatbelt holding her back. What she couldn’t work with her mouth she used her hand on. Her mouth was hot and wet as she eagerly sucked my dick. I drove home as fast as I could without getting pulled over. I was ready to drive the lesson home.
When we got to the driveway, she started to get out of the car. “Where do you think you are going?” It wasn’t really a question and she knew not to answer. I looked down at my hard on.
“Yes, Sir,” she said as she crawled onto the set, ass in the air and buried her face in my lap again. Without the seatbelt in the way I felt her take my cock all the way to the back of her throat. I grabbed her hair and began to pump her face. With my other hand I reached around her and stroked her hungry sex. She moaned as I sank first one finger, then two into her swollen pussy.
“I’m going to come in your mouth and you’re going to swallow every drop,” I told her. She made slurping noises as I shot my load into her mouth. She didn’t dare let any slip out from those delicate lips. She didn’t like to swallow it, but this was punishment. After she had made sure all the cum was downed, she moved her head off my lap and moaned as I finger fucked her. She was almost there. Three more strokes would send her over the edge. Two strokes. I stopped.
“No,” she cried before she could stop herself. Her hips were still pumping as she tried to find contact.
“Not tonight, my pet. You will not come from looking at all those boys. Maybe, if you are good, I will fuck you in the morning.” She sniffled a little as I led her into the house. She moaned when I tied her arms to the headboard and her legs apart before we went to sleep so she couldn’t touch herself. This was a hard lesson for her.
I took her out after I had punished her for her transgression, to see if the lesson had taken. Even when she hasn’t been looking at other men, sometimes, when we get to the car, I make her throw her panties away anyway.
