She's so pretty, so innocent, so young.
My girl.
She knows who she is, but in this story I'll call her 'Lily'.
Eighteen and pure. Clean and good. Devoted and loyal. She's my dream made real....any man's dream. I notice them staring when we're out in the town. The eyes that look and wonder, trying to fathom how I could find such a sweet bride. I wonder myself sometimes, when she's holding my hand, her face all sunshine....and I can feel the envy when we share a kiss and a private word. But I have no fear that she'll stray. She belongs to me....which she reminds me of quick-time whenever I accuse her of thinking about any other cock but mine. She assures me that I own her and is willing to prove it, always....in any way, at any time. Whatever my heart desires, Lily provides.
My sexy asian sweetie, with her easy smile and infectious giggle. She's all that, yet so much more. What they don't see is what's beyond those big brown eyes, what desires are harbored there. They only see sweet innocence and the nice young thing she quite clearly is. Nobody knows our secret world. Nobody would understand our private bond. Anybody would damn my dark desires, but to understand her, they'd have to be like her, like a million other women who keep it to themselves for all their lives. No liberation for them, but for my Lily....I know how to set her free.
She told me: "The me that everyone sees is introverted, innocent....likes to pretend to know nothing about sex. The slut inside is the complete opposite....she may not be very vocal about what she wants, but takes it all, and will actually enjoy everything.....though she might say otherwise...."
Our home life is specific. My girl can do as she pleases, so long as she pleases me. Her obedience is everything. She adores the bastard inside me. He makes her pussy drip and undresses her slut. The relief she feels when I get her home is immense....to return to the bosom of my control. I can't imagine how many strokes of cock I've given her pussy. When I look at her I feel every single stroke all at once....a lust so great, I feel a need to take her and tie her down. So long as she can't do anything about it she's a happy girl....her helplessness excuses her slut....she had no choice....it just felt so bad, she couldn't help herself.....it just hurt so good, she had to take it all.
Speak to me, girl.
"Just thinking about it makes my pussy wet....makes me wanna fuck."
She was standing at the sink in the kitchen when it crossed my mind. It was the skirt. Lily hardly ever wore a skirt....only when I want her to, like the very first time.
The very first time I fucked her....
Lily had arrived in town on the evening train.
I was waiting on the platform, anticipating her, my mind full of all the dispicable things I was going to do to her....of all the filthy acts her slut was going to commit. I knew exactly what was going to happen from the very first moment. I knew how her training would begin and progress over the weekend, but I wasn't wholly sure how far I'd go, how carried away I'd become once I had her tender young pussy at my mercy.
I was imagining her riding the train, sitting in a corner, watching for other passengers as she slips a discrete finger in her cunt. Thinking about my cock, thinking about it driving into her almost-virgin fuckhole. I can hear the rattle and hum of the carriage on the tracks and the world whizzing by outside and the whole din drowning out her mantra.....her fuck my cunt cries and her slut pleading for a stiff cock to rape her over and over....and over again. I can see it in my head, I can see my bitch fingering herself, needing to cum, then remembering my instructions. My instructions to finger-fuck herself all the way to me, but not to cum....to stop just in time and let her sweet pussy throb and drip....and when it was safe, start again....start thinking of that cock inside and bring her snatch to a simmer....simmering and aching for dick as she steps out on the platform.
I want her ready to go, eager and hungry for my bastard.
