I was in another "little girl" outfit, once again complete with pigtails, ankle socks, and saddle shoes. This time, though, I was wearing a dress straight out of Dorothy Gale's closet. It was a blue and white gingham deal with a long zipper up the back for easy removal. I had a pair of baby blue panties and no bra. All I needed was Toto and I was ready to head off for the Emerald City.
"Marri, your client is here." It was Will's voice on the intercom, and he was back to his usual, perky self.
I stood up and went down to the foyer. As promised, or threatened, Al was standing there next to Will, leering at me like I was a tasty piece of candy. I decided to really play it up and practically skipped over to them, making my pigtails bounce and Al's eyes widen appreciatively.
"Marri, I'm sure you remember Al," Will said, that smile never quite making it to his eyes.
"I sure do."
"Good. Well, then, I'll let the two of you get started."
Will left without a backward glance. Al looked me up and down and asked, "Do you remember the rules, girl?"
"Yes, Sir," I said. "I do exactly what you tell me, exactly how you tell me."
"Good. Now, let's go."
I led him up the stairs, well aware that he was once again staring up my skirt. This time, instead of making me uncomfortable, it actually started to turn me on. Della, Lori, and even Paul and Becky had helped me see that a little pain and humiliation could actually be pretty hot. And so could following orders. I decided to go along with whatever Al wanted and let myself enjoy it.
That would be a good payback for Will if nothing else.
We went into my room and he sat on the bed. I knelt on the floor in front of him, keeping my eyes down. I stayed perfectly still for what seemed like forever until he spoke.
"Have you been a good girl?"
"No, Sir."
"What happens to bad girls?"
"They get punished, Sir."
"Get up here."
I crawled the short distance between us and went to lay over his knees, but he grabbed a pigtail and said, "Come sit on my lap."
I sat like I was told and he turned me so I was facing away from him. One of his hands pressed against my throat, forcing me to lean back. I closed my eyes and concentrated on breathing evenly and his other hand rested on my knee.
His hand crept up my thigh, sliding up under the dress. His fingers forced my legs open and pressed against the cotton panel covering my pussy. He rubbed it for a few seconds, pawing it roughly. I squirmed involuntarily and he tightened his grip on my throat.
"I didn't say you could move," he hissed into my ear.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
"You really do need another lesson, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
He wrapped his ankles around mine, holding my legs apart, and hiked the dress up over my hips out of the way. He squeezed my pussy hard through the panties and I sucked in my breath.
He started spanking my pussy with his open hand. Each hit made me jerk in pain and each one was harder than the last. I forced myself to stay still, but if I lost my concentration and moved even a little, he would squeeze my throat to remind me who was in charge.
I suddenly realized the panties were getting damp and starting to stick to the skin. As much as the spanking hurt, and as humiliating as it was to be spread open and held prone, it was actually getting to me.
At some point, he noticed and threw me on the floor in a heap.
"You like that, little girl?" he sneered. "You like it when an old man hits your cunt?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Show me how much you like it."
"How, Sir?"
"Suck my dick."
Once again I crawled across the floor and knelt between his feet. I reached up and opened his pants and he stood up, letting them fall. He sat back down, his cock hard and pointing up at the ceiling, and beckoned me closer.
I lined myself up and put my hands lightly on his thighs, waiting for more directions. He took a pigtail in each hand and held on so tightly it pulled the hairs at the roots. He grinned down at me, clearly pleased with my newly acquired patience.
"Open wide, girl."
I did and he yanked my head forward, jamming his cock right down my throat. I gagged but started sucking. He skull fucked me hard and I sucked the whole time, even though I had to fight to breathe.
"Suck that schlong, girl," he groaned. "Suck my sixty-year-old prick. Ah, what a bad girl you are. You like it."
Well, now I knew how old he was.
I pushed that thought, and the slight revulsion from knowing he was old enough to be my grandfather, away and just intensified the blowjob.
"I'm gonna blow, girl," he moaned, pulling my hair hard and forcing me off of his cock. "I'm gonna blow my jizz all over your pretty little face."
And that's just what he did. Gobs of his spunk hit my face, some landing on my mouth and some on my cheeks and even some on my nose. I just sat there, letting it trickle down my skin as he watched, his eyes still full of desire.
"You like wearing my load, don't you?"
