A handsome man entered the kitchen with her father. He was about the same age as her father but he looked very athletic. Gray hair appeared to be creeping from his temples, but she could see that he kept himself in shape, his chest muscles showing through the thin material of his T shirt. She could see that his nipples were hard beneath the shirt. Her clit tingled even more now. She wanted to squeeze her legs together to work it some, make the tingling go away, but she dared not. He stared at her twat, fully open to him. A smile crossed his face.
"Sarah, this is Mr. Morgan, your private tutor. Say hello and welcome to him. And spread your legs wider. Give him the full view." her father said.
She didn't move, afraid and overwhelmed.
"I said tell our guest that he's welcome, Sarah. You know your manners." he said menacingly.
"Hello and welcome Mr. Morgan." she said, falling back on the manners he had taught her. She was getting cold, her nipples ached yet tingled, the sight of him looking at her caused her clit to rage to a throbbing fullness.
"Well cum indeed, there Sarah." he said chuckling. "Does she need to be tied up?" he asked.
"No...she will keep her hands at her sides, won't she, Sarah?" Daddy said.
She nodded, completely terrified now.
"I see everything else is ready." Mr. Morgan said looking around at the cameras and implements on the counter. Her father gave a few taps on his laptop, adjusted the camera angles and a split screen view of Sarah's cunt appeared on the monitor, one in extreme close up. She gaped at it, never having seen a cunt before. Her labia was swollen and mostly closed but at the opening to her vagina she could see the inner labia was wet and glistening. Her clit was throbbing now. She couldn't take her eyes off herself.
Mr. Morgan began taking off his clothes. That drew her attention. He pulled off his shirt, and his pectoral muscles were sculpted, his biceps and lower arms were well developed and his stomach was taut. He undid his belt and took off his jeans. His cock was already hard and it sprang from his pants. Sarah had never seen a penis before. She was surprised at how large it was, how smooth the mushroom shaped head of his cock looked. She could see the glistening of his pre-cum on it. She was half afraid of getting raped by this man, and half wanting it.
"Ready now?" her father said.
"Whenever you are." Mr. Morgan said.
Her father said "Rolling" then gave a countdown like Sarah had seen on TV. Mr. Morgan picked up the shiny knife, her father panning the camera as he moved.
"You are going to get a private tutoring now. Get it? Private?" he chuckled again. "For the purposes of this lesson, your name is now Cunt and you will be unfailingly obedient and follow every direction immediately. Understood?" Mr. Morgan said, with the same menacing tone that her father used. Sarah was even more afraid. She nodded, looking at his knife.
He took the chromed knife and brought it to her face showing it to her. He gently ran the unsharpened back of the blade across her forehead, around each eye then down her cheeks. Sarah's eyes were riveted on his. She could feel the tip of the knife scratching her face slightly. She thought sure she would be scarred, not knowing it was the other side to her skin.
He let the flat side of the knife follow the shape of her neck, and down her shoulders. She shuddered when he flicked the nipple clips noisily, back and forth. The pain shot through her each time, and it always seemed to end in her clit. He went from clip to clip and back again, lingering on her nipples for a minute or more. She'd never felt this way before. She felt like she would burst with desire, but she was terrified of this man.
"You're doing very well, Cunt." he snarled. "Your nipples are getting a good work out here." He continued to flick them, causing her to begin writhing in painful desire.
He picked the knife up and stopped.
"Now you're getting too hot, Cunt. We'll have to fix that." Mr. Morgan said.
The knife went lower. It trailed across her belly, following the contours of her tummy. Before she could even notice it, he flipped the knife in his hand and hit her HARD on her inner thigh, just below her pussy with the flail end. She cried out and looked up. She caught the split screen focused on her face and a close up of her snatch. She could see the redness forming already on her thigh.
He hit her again, on the other thigh, closer to her cunt. She screamed again.
"Oh no...this won't do at all Cunt. You will take your lesson without screaming. Now turn over. Show me your ass."
He grabbed her at the waist and effortlessly lifted her and flipped her over, forcing her legs to take her weight on the floor. When she was on both her feet he raised his hand and slapped her ass hard. She heard and felt the smack and cried out.
"Daddy, please don't do this, please, Daddy, don't hit me, please, please." Sarah remembered other times she'd had spankings. She couldn't believe her father was allowing this man to do this to her.
She turned around to look at her father and saw the bright red outline of Mr. Morgan's hand on her cheek in the close up on the monitor. Her father leered at the scene. Mr. Morgan slapped her other cheek just then. She began crying. He reached his hand around her and began to finger her clit, rubbing slowly and gently, bringing that throbbing organ back to life while he softly stroked her reddening cheek.
"Shh there, now, my tight little Cunt. Daddy's not going to hurt you anymore. There there, that feels better, right?" he whispered in her ear.
His fingers swirled around her clit and she stopped crying and began to pump her pelvis against his hand in rhythm with his movements. His pelvis met her rhythm and they pumped each other, slowly at first, but then the rhythm became faster. His cock was fit snugly in her ass cheeks, and he lifted her shoulders up so he could reach her breast with his other hand.