furthereducationforwomen:She looked so sweet and innocent, like the perfect little princess I’m sure

furthereducationforwomen:She looked so sweet and innocent, like the perfect little princess I’m sure her father thought she was. I could only assume because I didn’t really know him very well. He was just another faceless drone at the office, but I’d certainly noticed her on the few days she’d spent at the firm on work experience. She’d been keen enough to hang around my office too, her skirts getting a little shorter than was really appropriate for a business environment and it wasn’t long before I’d encouraged a few words out of her about home, her father and school. It wasn’t surprising that she had few good things to see about the spineless dolt that she’d sprung from, or that her rose-coloured words concerning her mother revolved around the richer, stronger, better man she’d left to be with… Although a few hints told me that it sounded much more like Mummy was serving someone rather than dating him. I was urbane, complimentary, a little flirty in the best way possible, but nothing more - not at the office, not yet.Then, 2 weeks later, I spied her in town with her friends and calmly said hello. The simple dress she wore could have been cute, if it wasn’t for the whore makeup she’d painted herself with and the artful pose she adopted in talking to me. Chest thrust out for maximum effect, eyes creeping downwards to examine my slacks and blatantly ignoring her friends in favour of flirting with me… Not that a few of her little friends didn’t deserve a thought as well. I’m sure their father’s were losers who didn’t know the little sluts their daughters had turned into as well.I offered her a ride home, which she eagerly accepted, before telling me that she was late anyway. Dad was expecting her home for dinner in 10 minutes so was it ok if she called him on the way/I couldn’t have been happier as I showed her back to the car, opened the back door like a gentleman for her (to a girlish blush and squirm that showed she was probably dripping down her thighs by now) and then slid onto the seat beside her. Her face showed no surprise despite her age. Sge knew exactly what I wanted from her, or at least she thought she did. Just like every girl that age she thought she was in control - that I was an older man desperate to do whatever the younger girl wanted in the hope of enjoying her tight body.She pulled out her phone to dial Dad, just as I started to unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock. Her voice stuttered a little bit in the process of telling him she’d be late when I sprang into view and her hot little hands wrapped around me quickly and gratefully. Already the image of the desperate older man was fading and a sly smile spread across her face. ‘Oh no Dad, I’m just still out with my friends, we’re thinking for getting some ice cream before I come home, yeah I had SO much fun!’ Her hands slide up and down my swelling shaft, eyes growing a little big as she realises just what she has to deal with, then a gentle but insistent hand on the back of her head pulls her mouth down to envelope me as Dad keeps chatting away in the background. Sucking passionately I can tell she ‘s not going to be a difficult conquest, then she pulls off and apologizes to Dad over the thin line of drool. ‘Oh, sorry Dad! Marcy bought me ice cream already - it’s so yummy!’ Then *schumpf*, and my dick is back in her throat. A few muffled ‘Uhuh’s later and the hang up button is being pressed in favour of something far more interesting than her dumb-ass father.Over the next 90 minutes I ruined the little whore in the back of my car. Fucking her in every position I could think of and being sure to empty every load down her throat while she grew increasingly desperate for more and more use, more and more cum, more and more needy for the kind of fucking no-one had had the balls to give her before.Most of all she needed control. A man who would take what he wanted from her and not let her whining and bitching have the slightest impact on what he did. By the time I was done every drop of condescension was gone from her face, replaced by an eager willingness to do whatever I said, when and with who I said. I informed her calmly that she would be coming over in the afternoons from now on and I would spend my time fucking her stupid brains out in my home. No, I didn’t care that she’d have to skip class nor did I care what she told the school or her dad. They didn’t matter. I did - my cock did, my pleasure did and most importantly of all, obeying me did…. Besides, if she didn’t do what I said, Dad wouldn’t be able to finance any more shopping trips without a job.She loved that… Maybe I’ll just fire the loser anyway. He certainly can’t take care of a filthy little bitch like his daughter anyway. She’ll be much better off as my cum-dump, and then later my breeding whore.Besides, it’s about time she found out what really happened to her mom…All women should be like this.A beautifully brutal and amazingly arousing story. Couldn’t have said it better myself. -- source link
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