Chapter 1
She moved into the room silent as smoke, but Dexter Carmody got a whiff of her and knew that without a doubt something hot and heavy was breathing down his back.
He jerked around.
"Hi," said the most gorgeous thing he'd ever looked at in his life.
"H-hello," muttered Dexter, feeling already about as nervous as a schoolboy up before the teacher and knowing his answer wasn't going to be the right one.
And this little Babe hadn't even asked him the question yet.
It was her eyes, the way they kind of hung there on her face, heavy-lidded, all-knowing ...
"You waiting for my father?"
"Yeah ... as a matter of fact I am ... he had an important appointment, couldn't cancel ... told me to go ahead and make myself at home ... "
What the fuck was he sweating so bad for? She walked into the room. "Oh," said Dexter, "you play tennis?"
She had a loose fitting white cotton blouse on, and a short short SHORT skirt. He figured that it was the typical form-fitted style with the built-in tights underneath ... but no ... she bent over to shuffle through some magazines and he saw that the panties she had on underneath were the standard variety ... a little briefer than what he was used to seeing on girls ...
Suddenly Dexter realized that the situation was spinning out of control. And nothing had even happened yet! But his cock was aching, his balls were jizzing already and his body seemed to be wrapped in a warm sheath that was pressing tighter and tighter against him, scarcely giving him a chance to breathe.
She sat down now in the chair across from him.
Dexter looked down at the briefcase he'd brought with him, inside of which were the reports that were supposed to convince Jonah Sands to back the project he was trying to get off the ground.
Something wasn't right here, however. And that was the little slut sitting across from him. She couldn't be more than sixteen, and yet she was carrying herself like a high-class whore. Had her face made up real fine too. Knew what she was doing, not too much, but enough to add a few years of maturity to her appearance.
She said, "You been waiting long?"
"About a half an hour."
"You figured my father would be here to meet you, right?"
"Well ... yeah ... "
"And there's a message for you instead, right?"
"Uh ... yeah ... "
"And so now you're thinking that he's going to get back here as fast as he can, right?"
"Well ... "
What was she getting at?"
She said, as she draped a leg carelessly over the arm rest, "You've got a long wait."
"Yeah ... ?" he said, aware now of a certain tightness in his throat.
"Yep. Believe me, I know. He's always like this."
"Why?"
"I dunno. Trial by fire, I guess. He wants to see if you're the kind that he can push around."
Dexter frowned.
"What are you getting at?"
She said, "Have you ever met my father before?"
He shook his head as he lit a cigarette - and glanced at her crotch which she was clearly putting on display for his approval.
She said, "So ... the first time, he sets the tone. YOU wait for HIM. It's not an easy deficit to make up, as you'll learn to your dismay."
He said, "You know a lot about manipulation, don't you?"
She said, "I know a lot about my father."
He settled back in the cushions of the sofa, which was, he noted now, quite comfortable.
Her legs were opened a little wider, unless he missed his guess completely.
He said, "So ... what should I do?"
She smiled, and spread her legs a little farther. No mistake about it now. She was putting on a show, and he was playing the part of willing participant. Good, or bad, he didn't know.
"What's your name?"
"Uh ... well, my real name's Dexter ... but everyone calls me Speed."
"Why?"
"Dex ... dexidrine ... you know?" She flicked her eyebrows in a kind of bored acknowledgment. "Drugs are a bore."
"Yeah ... okay. What isn't?"
"Fucking."
Casual. Clear. No hesitation. No bullshit.
"You fuck a lot?"
Hands shaking a little here, not from fear, for God's sake, but there was one fuck of a lot of tension in the room nevertheless.
She said, "Yeah ... whenever I can."
He said, "You have anyone in mind at the moment?"
Sitting back now, calm ... casual as she was. Wherever this little girl was coming from, he'd damn sure be able to meet her with equal cool ... or else he wouldn't be permitted anywhere near her.
She said, "Well ... you DO have a long wait ahead of you."
"If your assessment of your father is accurate."
"Trust me. I wouldn't lie."
She stood up now. Walked across the room ... except that he never really noticed her feet moving ... again it was like - smoke.
And then she was standing in front of her and she slowly raised her skirt and just stood there and let him stare at her pussy underneath her panties, and he got a full view, too. The material was pretty thin and it didn't bother hiding too much.
He said, "Come here."
She giggled. "Unh-unh. You gotta catch me."
He arched one eyebrow now. What was this? And then he realized that he might very well be walking into a classic set-up. "How do I even know you're Jonah Sands' daughter?"
She said, "You don't, asshole. What do you think I've got to do, flash I.D. to fuck you?"
He said, "Well ... it could be a set up."
She gave him a look. One of THOSE looks. "Christ, you're a dumb sonofabitch, you know that?"
"I am, huh?" Cock getting harder and harder the longer she stood there letting him see her pussy. Shit, now she was slowly pulling her panties up into her slit.
"Yeah. You could already have your fingers up inside me, and let me assure you, I'm good and wet ... but no, you'd rather waste time babbling about stupid shit."
"Look, your old man comes home, he catches me sticking it to his daughter. What then?"
She said, "Look, there's a war. What then?"
The last of her crotch piece was starting to slip up inside her cunt, lips pouting around on either side, fucking driving him wild.
Jerry never told him about this part of it. Jerry just said, "You got the meeting, fuck, now just go and sell the idea, asshole!"
Never clued him into the fact that there'd be a female mine-field in his path.
She pulled harder on her cunt now.
"What do you say, Speed? You wanna fuck me?"
He said, "You gonna make me chase you?"
"I just said you have to catch me. You might be quick about it."
He shot his hands out and grabbed her by the thighs. She didn't put up a lick of resistance.
"Got me," she said, slyly.
He was swimming in electricity now, didn't have a clue what he was supposed to do about it.
His cock seemed capable of doing his thinking for him, however, and so he went ahead and followed'
It was pointing in the right direction anyway, especially when she reached down and pulled it out of his pants.
The little sucker stood straight up in the air and was aiming right at that neatly trimmed patch of hair she had sprouting between her thighs.
Her cunt lips were still around the crotch-piece of her panties, even though she wasn't pulling on the material any longer.
He could smell it now ... fuck! He could almost feel the radiation glowing from her clit, see the vibrating waves as they distorted the atmosphere ...
He reached for her pussy and started to play with it, touched her clit, moved his fingers into her hole, pressed up harder ... harder ... harder ...
She gasped ... of course ... and then she spread her legs a bit, lowering her body closer to his cock.
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "You want to know what I need more than anything?"
He said, "A good fucking?"
"Later."
She bit her bottom lip, then she nibbled on his ear lobe.
She said, "What I really need, is a spanking."
His cock tied itself in a knot over that one.
"What ... ?"
Disbelief, incredulity ... but what the fuck are you going to do when a vision pulls her skirt up and shows you her pussy and then says she wants to be spanked?
He thought maybe he could talk her out of it, but would anyone really want to? Did HE want to?
"You're serious ... ?"
She wrapped on arm around his neck, the other dropped to his crotch and began to work on his cock.
"You know I am, don' you? I mean, I get the feeling you really know that I mean it ... "
Rubbing her ass on his leg now, moving back a little, pushing her cunt right down on top of his knee ...
He moved his hand to her crotch.
"Lord God ... " he muttered. It was a swamp of pussy juice.
She said, "I really want you to do it, if you don't mind. Nothing brutal, you understand, no Blitzkrieg. Just a good healthy spanking. Then you can fuck me."
In mythology the hero had to always do something painful and awful before he got the reward. Okay, so she was no classical scholar.
He said, "Is anyone else home?"
"My mother's doped out upstairs. She never comes down."
He jumped off the sofa so fast she spilled from his lap onto the floor.
"Jesus Christ, fix your clothes, what the fuck are you trying to do, get me hung?"
She lay on the floor. She did not fix her clothes, which left her dress above her waist and which gave him a continuing shot of her pussy.
She said, "You worry too much. But if you don't want to ... "
She slowly rose to her feet and started to walk away. He reached for her hand just before she moved out of range and pulled her back.
"I'll tell you what I think. I think you're just a little cock-tease. I don't think you're planning to deliver on any of this."
"Try me."
That shut him up.
Well ... when in doubt, act. That's something Jerry had always told him.
So he fell back towards the sofa, pulling her with him, and as he hit the cushions she sprawled across his lap.
He pulled her dress up and stared at a set of the most beautiful buns he'd ever looked at.
Fleshy, jiggly, but not fat. Kind of perfect, actually. He touched them, running his hands over the outside of the material of her panties. They were stretched taut.
Nothing made much sense by this time, except that his cock was still hanging out of his pants, and now it was rubbing against her pussy bush.
Which did nothing towards easing his erection.
He squeezed her buns. They felt like they'd been custom designed for just his hands to squeeze and no one else's.
Then he slapped her. Gave her a good solid spank, straight down on the left cheek.
She went crazy. A deep moan came rushing out of her mouth . Sounded like it originated somewhere beneath her feet.
Her hips launched into a flurry of motion that wasn't about to stop. Her cunt ground against his cock, rubbing up and down on it.
He pulled her panties down now, all the way to her ankles. Her naked ass cheeks started to spread as she opened her legs.
He squeezed harder, sliding his fingers in between her cheeks and running them over the tight ring of her asshole.
She cried out, "Do it ... plug it. Fill it."
He stared at her, tried to recalculate her age, decided she was on the jaded side of thirty-five and maybe had discover the elixir of youth or some such.
No little girl could be asking the things that she was asking.
But, there was no doubting the seriousness of her intent, and so he slowly started to push against her asshole, feeling a little weird in the process, but managing nonetheless to get over that with little difficulty.
He pushed with his forefinger, and with very little effort the rim of her asshole parted and the finger began to slide up inside her body.
He moved his thumb to the small patch of flesh between rectum and cunt slit, and then pressed hard, lightening up to rub back and forth over the surface, then pressed hard again.
She squirmed deliciously, rubbed her cunt harder against his cock and moaned with the most heartfelt urgency he'd ever heard from a woman of any age.
He slid his thumb down to her cunt hole now. Unlike her asshole, her pussy was open and soft and yielding and ready.
Juice was all over her lips and had begun to smear the inner surface of her thighs.
He left the tip of his thumb at the opening of her cunt hole for a moment or two, then slowly began to slide in.
His fingers were the hook and her body was a large fish, fighting hard, pulling, writhing ...
"Jesus ... " she moaned as he sank thumb and forefinger into their respective orifices.
He pulled, then he curled them around inside her body, and pulled harder.
The membranes stretched. They yielded. They gave way.
She said, "More ... more ... more ... "
Strange little girl, he thought. Fucking weird.
He pulled harder ... harder ... and then, finally, he ripped his fingers out of her holes and cracked his palm directly onto her buttocks.
Hard.
She shuddered, and she groaned, but she gave no indication that she wanted him to stop.
His cock was throbbing now, driving him out of his mind. He couldn't remember when he'd ever done this before in his life.
He was SPANKING, for chrissake, a girl, a little, teen-aged girl.
And she was loving it.
He let his hand fall again, harder this time, and her hips bucked up into the air.
"Oh ... yes ... yes ... yes ... " she cried. "That's good. God yeah."
He landed another stroke ... and another.
This time his hand lingered on her ass and his fingers slipped back down between her thighs.
Down into her cunt, into the hot crucible of her passion, wherein were smelted the various elemental forces of lust, fusing them with the primal force of her cunt and feeding upon the result to drive herself to even greater heights of ecstasy.
Juice was everywhere now.
He pulled his finger back out of her cunt, studied it closely and saw that it was almost completely coated with the slime from her cunt.
He rubbed the flat of his palm over her cunt slit now, soaking up as much of her juice as he could, wanting to make certain that his palm was drenched.
When it was accomplished, he raised his hand again and delivered three more extremely sharp blows to her ass cheeks.
By now she was screaming but her face was buried in the pillows and so the sounds were muffled.
He couldn't stand it any longer. His cock was starting to throb painfully, so bad now that he thought he was going to explode.
Things were turning curious.
And more so.
He slid a finger back into her cunt again, but this time he started to pull on her body, saying, "Up a sec, would ya? I wanna get my pants off."
She said, "Oh don't stop Please ... don't stop."
He stared down at the writhing body on his lap and could only shake his head in amazement as her ass cheeks continued to open and close ... open and close ... open and close ...
He said, "Isn't this getting a little risky?"
"Do it," she gasped. There was a real sense of urgency in her voice now, as though she wasn't going to be able to tolerate it if he didn't hurry up and give her what she wanted.
He was confused.
Things were never meant to happen this fast, were they? He looked around the room.
Luxury and opulence the likes of which he'd never seen before in his life.
The place was almost like a palace ... an art museum ... he didn't have any way of placing this red-hot nympho in these surroundings. And once again he began to wonder - was this really the girl she was supposed to be?
Strange ... truly strange ... that's the only word for it.
"More," she said. "Please ... keep doing it." He started to get suspicious now. "I don't know ... " he said, backing away from the idea. Then he began to squirm out from beneath her.
"What are you doing?" she cried. "Fucker! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"For one thing I'm wondering what the fuck I'm setting myself up for."
"You're a paranoid fool, that's what you are," she said to him. I don't fucking believe this. I'm here begging you ... "
She looked up at him, big eyes opened wide and filled with yearning.
She was serious. Or else she was the best damn actress he'd ever seen.
He slid his pants down now and as expected, his cock was jutting straight up into the air.
"What do you say you come sit on this then," said Dexter, "and let's cut this spanking shit out."
"God, what a pain," she said. She really looked distressed.
"You seriously get off on it?"
She just gave him a look.
"Well ... can we go somewhere else? I mean, anyone could just walk in here."
"They could ... but they won't."
"How do you know?"
"It's my house, that's how. I know what goes on here. Now ... are you going to be a man, or are you gonna be a wimp?"
She rose from the couch, turned to him, skirt hanging down over her pussy now.
She pulled her blouse out of her skirt and started to unbutton it.
She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. She could have held the attention of the entire Roman amphitheater.
Her blouse fell open and she pulled it easily down over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor behind her.
Her breasts pressed hard against flimsy cups of a bra that seemed woefully inadequate to the task of containing them.
She unclasped the cups now and pulled her bra off as well.
Her breasts were naked. They were magnificent.
She cupped them and held them out to him.
"You like?"
"Oh baby," he moaned, "They're the most spectacular I've ever seen."
She smiled, then she dropped them (and they didn't fall) and she unclasped her skirt, stood there before him wearing only panties and her tennis shoes.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Perfectly formed body.
He said, "Come here."
"Oh ... now you're interested, huh?"
He said, "Take a look at this, would you?"
He held his cock up to her.
"The thing's hurting. You follow? You got me. You got me by the fucking balls, and I don't want to hear any more bullshit. Come here."
"You gonna spank me some more?"
He said, "If I see you again."
"You might."
"If your old man does business with me."
She was moving closer and closer to him now.
She said, "You want my pussy?"
He reached out ... almost touching it. She danced back a step.
"What are you trying to do, drive me out of my mind?"
She giggled. "That'd be fun to watch."
"So ... keep your eyes open, doll ... you're gonna see it. Except if it happens, I won't be responsible for my actions."
She took a step towards him.
She said, "I'm all yours ... all you have to do is catch me."
He reached out again. That pussy was shoving against her panties, the material was getting wet, like it was smeared with glue or something.
He said, "Keep teasing me, doll, you're gonna be real surprised."
He moved off the couch a little.
She danced back again, with another giggle.
"Come here."
He was off the couch, but unfortunately his pants were still hanging around his ankles.
He lunged for her but she was still out of reach, by inches (he got the feeling she'd done this before.)
His body lunged forward but his feet weren't working, and he crashed face-first into the floor, going "oof!"
She giggled. He felt feet on either side of his head. Then he felt knees digging into his shoulder blades.
She moved around on top of him ... and said, "Roll over, Speedy."
He did so, trying to nurse the crushed nose back to some form of sensation.
He rolled around and found his face pressing right up into a cunt.
Warm, wet and slippery.
She said, "Lick me, and do a good job."