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Two days after the all-nighter with King, the receptionist and his Twink-boy I returned to Dr. Heard’s office. The receptionist, Nancy, smiled and proudly showed off her swollen lips. Apparently King’s Twink took quite a liking to her and fucked her mouth so hard she’d earned a pair of fat lips. She said nothing about it to me because she knew I already knew what had taken place. She showed me into the office and brought me some tea to enjoy while Dr. Heard finished with his last patient of the normal day in the next room over.
I also knew Nancy was expected at King’s place in about a half hour to “Learn some respect” and get gang-fucked by King and a few other black guy. I was a bit jealous and wondered if I could skip out of the session and join her, but I’d already seen one of my favorite Mandingo stable-men earlier. He was a bisexual circus acrobat at one of the shows on the strip and had a ‘convenient’ schedule. I could see him most days between about midnight until noon. I fucked him often and really liked him making me cum with his powerful and thick nine inches of 23 year-old cock. He loved fucking ‘older’ white women, and I love fucking young black guys, so it is a good situation.
After a few minutes Dr. Heard, with a semi-erect cock under his pants, walked in and took his seat. After we exchanged some small talk, he said, “Well, I suppose we should just jump right in with what happened next.”
“I suppose. Well, the overall story is that Karl manipulated and coerced me into becoming his personal little play thing. He showered me with gifts that were tempered with threats and made me love the experience. He made me bold and skilled and deeply connected to sex and pleasing him.
Dr. Heard held his hand like a stop sign and said, “Please, I know this is important, so give me the details of how your relationship became so sexual. After all, you were still quite young and he was still much older. I…I mean your benefactor, must hear your recollection of the experience.”
“Ok doctor, whatever you say,” I said with a coy smile and a laugh. “So, Karl fucked me the Friday night before my dad arrived on Sunday morning for some family time and to celebrate my birthday. My birthday was a week from Saturday. We were a mostly normal family for about a day and a half and then my mom and dad fought a few times, but they were all smiles for my sake. I remember coming home from school and hanging out with my dad, these were actually some of the closest and few times we were together.”
“Did you and father, ah…”
“No. My daddy was nice and very decent. He was very old-fashioned and would never have done anything so out of line.”
Dr. Heard sheepishly replied, “I am sorry, I had to ask.”
“Anyway,” I continued, “My birthday party was a family party so several of my school and neighborhood friends were there and several of mom and dad’s friends and co-workers were there. It was quite a crowd. There were k**s, nurses, machinists, engineers. Of course my dad’s boss, Karl, the man who had taken my virginity and was fucking my mom every minute he could, was also there. After I’d blown out my dozen candles and made my wish we played games and at some point I went to the bathroom. When I came out Karl pulled me around the corner into the study and threatened to get me into trouble if I didn’t cooperate with him and do what he wanted.”
“What did he say?” Dr. Heard asked.
“He said that if I didn’t do exactly what he asked me to do that I was in danger of being taken away from my family and going to jail and then maybe if I was lucky I would have to move away and live with another family. I might not see anyone I knew again. He said that I could save myself from this if I did as instructed by him. He fed me several lies to scare me into compliance and it worked. Anyway, he demanded that I come to his home the next Friday after school. I protested. He gripped my throat and lifted me a bit and told me to remember how close I was to being sent away. He set me down but held against the wall. Karl reached under my dress and forcefully rubbed me through my little cotton panties and said that he knew more about me than I did myself, and that he already knew I would do the right thing. Then, he left after thanking my mom and dad for their hospitality.”
“So, Lisa, what happened over the next week?”
“Well, doctor, I was already becoming a chronic masturbator, and this became a marathon week. I was constantly playing with myself. I would replay the bathroom fuck and imagine new things. I remembered the things I saw my mom do with Karl. I read and re-read stories in dad’s magazines and then imagined myself in the situations. I would eat lunch at school and then rub an orgasm in the girls-room. I excused myself in P.E. to go to the locker room just before the class was over and squat over a dressing bench and grind my pussy on my hand while I penetrated my vagina with a few fingers. When I was home I…well, I was insatiable.”
Dr. Heard was keeping his composure and cleared his voice as he concealed the wet spot on his lap from his pre-cum. “Well, eventually Friday, the day of reckoning, arrived.”
“Yes, it did. I was scared shitless and a total wreck. I was so stressed out. I remember that I went to the bathroom that day about ten times that day to masturbate. I pretended I had diarrhea. I remember getting on the bus knowing where the stop closest to his house was and thinking about how I could tell him I had forgotten. Then I debated in my head if I actually wanted to forget. This continued, and then, like I was under a spell to comply, I got off a block from his house.”
Dr. Heard asked, “So, your father and mother…where were they?”
“Daddy had flown back to work in Alaska that morning and mom was still chasing intern hours. She was either working her ass off, or Karl was fucking her ass. Actually, that isn’t fair, she tried to work around my school schedule, but sometimes I would have an afternoon or evening to myself. In this case, Karl told me later that he saw my mom often and knew her schedule almost as soon as my mom knew it. So, she never found out, and he knew when we could fuck.”
“I see. Please explain what happened when you arrived at Karl’s that first time.”
“Right to the good parts, eh doc?”
“Yes, you know, in the interest of time…”
“Well, I continued to deliberate until Karl opened his door and smiled at me. I went in and he had me sit down.”
“Could you tell me what you were wearing? I know the benefactor will want to know.”
“Sure, Harold and you, Dr. Heard, want to know,” I smiled at his unease with his desire. “I wore a typical school-girl outfit: a pleated royal-blue skirt that went to my knees, patent-leather Mary-Jane’s, white socks, and a white blouse with a tight cotton tank-top underneath. No bra, I didn’t need one, and, like I said, I’d been masturbating all day, so my pink cotton panties were in my book-bag.
“Your hair? Your face and makeup?”
“I was too young to use makeup, but I had some lip gloss. My hair was in a loose single pony-tail. I was strawberry blonde back then and it was more-curly than it is now. Anyway, Karl talked with me for a bit and explained that he knew I would come to him and that I was about to begin an amazing journey to becoming not just a woman, but an extraordinary woman. I would become more talented than anyone I knew. He said that if I tried my best I would earn amazing rewards.
“Karl also warned me that if I got scared and told on not him, but ‘us’ we would both be in more trouble than I could imagine and that I would never see my family or friends and a whole lot of things. I remember that I was nearly in tears because I knew he was going to make me do all the things, and probably more, that he had done to me the previous Friday. Karl saw this and stood and smiled. He took off his shirt and pulled my face to his naked belly. While I was there he told me not to worry and that it would be wonderful.
“Then Karl stood me up and had me walk through his house on a tour. I saw some of he rooms and was told the rules of the house. No using his bathroom or going into his room unless he told me to. I was shown the door to the basement and told that I would be taken there by him sometimes and that I’d probably grow to love it. Obviously, I was to never tell anyone about the house or Karl.
“At the end of the hall Karl explained that the last room was the original master bedroom, before he added the extension with his room. He explained that it was to be my personal second home. I could decorate it and do what ever I wanted, but I had to keep it clean. The same applied to the adjoining bathroom.
“Then, right before we entered, he said, “I have some surprises for you. They are gifts. They are for us to enjoy together. They are yours, but they must stay here. I want you to chose one and show me how well you look in it.”
I was very curious and excited. We went in and the room was a perfect little-girl room. Pink walls, pictures of fantasy castles and unicorns, a four-post princess bed with a canopy, posters of cartoon characters, and mirrors- lots of mirrors.
Karl stopped at the doorway and ushered me in. I was in awe. Karl had taken many notes about me and put everything he could into a room just for me.”
Dr. Heard asked, “The gift? What was it? The room?”
“No, hardly. The room was a dirty-daddy paradise. Mirrors were everywhere so I could be seen not only from every direction in the room, but also from a small viewing room that could only be entered from the next room over. No, the gifts were a collection of costumes laid out on the bed or on hangars from the bed canopy. There was a school-girl outfit like what I wore, a naughty school-girl outfit with a checkered mini-skirt and a short-sleeved see-through top, a red and white cheerleader outfit with pom-poms, a Sunday-school outfit of a puffy-soft pink long sleeved sweater and a bunch of costumes, you know, a bunch of really nice Halloween costumes.”
“What kinds of costumes?” Dr. Heard asked looking over his glasses.
“Several. A pirate-girl, a witch, a princess, SnowWhite, Daphne from ScoobyDoo, Wonderwoman, Batgirl, Catwoman, and Supergirl. Everything a girl at my age could want. The props for each costume were there and so were the proper shoes or boots.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this cost a fortune. The red Supergirl boots were exactly right. The purple batgirl boots, the gloves, the bat-helmet, they were all were exactly right. I had a golden lasso that I found myself hog-tied with a month later. The princess gown was amazing and had all of the parts, the huge dress, the petticoats, the corset, the…the crown…all of it was movie-perfect. The only one that was probably not exactly right was the witch outfit – it was just a cheap Halloween costume, but the boots were amazing. This cost a fortune and freaked me out.
“Why?”
“Well, I knew he was going to ‘play’ with me, to fuck me, but even as young as I was I realized that he would want to do it over and over and that he had also thought about me quite a lot. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was clearly obsession.”
“How did you react?”
“I was astonished. I was in a school play and these costumes were much better.”
“Then what happened?”
“Then he told me to pick one, put it on, then go to my new bathroom and wash my face and put on mascara, lipstick, and a small amount of eye shadow and then come to the front room and show him how pretty I was. I chose the Supergirl outfit, a blue long-sleeved lycra top with a short flowing red skirt, a gold belt, and tall red boots. It also had a pair of sparkly golden panties. I put on the red boots and decided to leave the rest of the costume until I’d finished with the makeup. I did the best I could but over-did the makeup and washed my face twice before he found me, still naked, except my boots, and trying again. He looked me over in the bathroom mirror and told me to just add a little. I did as told and put on the costume. It was tight on my small flat-chested frame. The boots had some growing room.
I went out to the front room, my strawberry-blonde hair down and cascading over my shoulders, and Karl smiled with approval. He explained that today was going to be shorter than most of our ‘playtimes’ because my mom would be home by half past six, and it was already about four thirty. He asked me many things- how did I like the room? How did I like the house? Which costumes did I like the best? Which other costumes would I like and so on? Then he had me twirl around and model the costume for him.
Then Karl said, “I would like to see you fly Supergirl. Come over to the love-seat and lie across the top of it like you are flying, like you are my little superhero. I mounted the top of the dark vinyl love seat and straddled the top just before laying across the length in a ‘flying’ pose. Mt red cape fell toward the seat cushions. Karl undid his jeans and was naked. He had me hold the pose and began touching me. He ran his hands along my thighs to my butt and under the skirt. He fondled me and then moved the golden panties aside.
Then he pushed his thumb against my butt-hole and massaged his fingers into my little pussy. I was still very wet from the school bathroom trips. I moaned and he chucked in a knowing manner as he probed me. Karl stated saying things about how he knew I would love the costume and how I would love to play and how he knew it all. He knew me better than I knew myself.
Then Karl moved his naked hips and hardening cock toward my shoulders and my face. One of his hands grabbed my wavy hair and made a fist and he began to probe deep into my pussy at the same time. I squealed and moaned and knew I was on my way to orgasm.
“Now,” Karl said sternly and in a full voice, “Now my Supergirl, you are mine. I have captured you and you must do as I command. Take me in your mouth…and no biting. If you bite me I will hurt you…and I will destroy the world…” Karl made me start with my head tilted to the left and then he moved around to be in front of me. His hands were still reaching over me and fingering my little pussy and his other hand still firmly pulling my hair to control my movements.
I was scared, and I complied. I remember that his dick seemed bigger in my mouth the second time. I remember that he went as far as my throat and that he used my hair to guide my mouth back and forth on him. My legs dropped from the ‘flying’ pose to droop down over the love-seat and on instinct I began humping the furniture. After what seemed like forever he pulled his dick out of my mouth and turned my body to have my legs, boots and all, dr****g over the back of the love seat as I faced the seat and the rest of the room. He moved behind me. He pulled on my panties, forcing them against my pubis. He chuckled a bit and then I heard a tearing sound as the pull on the panties increased. He tore the golden panties off and tossed them over my head to the floor in front of me. “You wont need these anymore Supergirl.” Then Karl lifted my skirt and used both hands on my pussy. One hand penetrated while the other rubbed my clit. I began to cum over and over. I felt wave after wave of orgasm wash over me and shoot through my body. I didn’t realize I was being loud until he took his hand from my hole and roughly covered my mouth. “Careful my dear, you can scream as much as you like- no one will hear, but I don’t want you having to explain to your mommy why your voice is strained.”
I toned down my howling.
Then Karl leaned in and I knew it was about to happen. He was going to fuck me. His hands moved to my hips and he pressed me downward into the top of the love-seat. His hips forced my legs wider and then his cock touched my fresh smooth inner thigh.
Karl said, “This will feel better every time we do it. The pain will decrease and the pleasure will increase. But scream if you need to…Supergirl.” Then he pushed his dick into my fresh young pink pussy for the second time. He seemed so big. He stretched me wide and kept going into me. I screamed and my body flopped up and down on the couch, but he held my hips firmly. Karl knew what he was doing. My feet were of no use, he was too close to kick, and my hands were holding my body up and were useless to use to pull away from him. I bucked him and tried to twist, but he kept going deeper. Then he stopped and held himself in me as I twisted and squirmed. I must have been doing just as he wanted. He held me there while I moved every way I could on his huge dick. I know now that I was moving on his cock exactly as he wished – a tight little cunt masturbating his dirty daddy-dick.
Finally I became exhausted and he spoke to me, trying to encourage me to keep squirming. Then as I tired, he began to pull out slowly. I hoped for a second that he was done. Then something important happened.
As I paused in my story and stared into space Dr. Heard looked up, pad still placed over his dick, and asked, “What happened Lisa?”
“I realized that I liked having him in me. That I liked him holding my body down and…and fucking me. I wanted the pain to stop, but I didn’t want him to stop.”
He held his cock-head just inside my young pussy and then I moaned. I made my body struggle, but I looked over my shoulder through my curly hair and I know my eyes told him everything. I know, that I pleaded for more of him in me with my eyes, even as my body was racked with the extreme stretching pain between my narrow hips.
Karl’s face changed from an expression from curiosity to that of “I told you so” and he began to push all the way back in. This time the stretching was just as bad, but I was fully prepared. He drove me into the love seat and held it deep again. I screamed and felt the same wonderful deep orgasmic build up I had felt the first time. I made my hips grind into the inside of my satin red miniskirt and began receiving the clitoral stimulation I so craved.
Karl felt what I was doing and said, “Yes, good girl, you are doing exactly right…use the couch to rub yourself. Come for me Supergirl.”
I wailed and Karl began pumping with care but with an even pace. It was nothing like the first time where he just used me like a fuck-toy. He was making me cum. After only about seven or eight full pumps I exploded and screamed. I came and he stopped so he could feel my little pussy contract and relax in a spasm of orgasm. I came for what seemed like forever and couldn’t stop, so Karl resumed fucking me. But now, while I was still coming he altered his method and began to take a more intense pace and a deeper drive. Soon one orgasm became another and another and then it seemed like I couldn’t stop cumming on Karl’s big dick.
“Then, another important thing happened. You remember when I told you I love the feel of running and exercise, well, I realized that I loved this kind of exercise much more. I didn’t want to ever stop.”
Dr. Heard asked, “So is this the moment when you…ah?”
“I guess so. This was my transference. I never looked back, not really. I loved him spreading me and using me. I loved the orgasms. I loved what he said as he finished with me…”
Karl fucked me and I came. That was my world. No coercion or embarrassment. No self recrimination. But not beauty either. Pure orgasmic lust and pleasure. Sex. Pain and orgasm mixing and becoming fused together in me. I was a little girl being taken and made to enjoy sex by a talented dirty old man, and I loved it.
Then Karl pulled out of me and, using my hair like a leash he guided me around the love seat and positioned me right in front of it. Orgasmic pulses shot through me even without him deep inside. Karl sat in the center of the love seat and pulled me, facing him, on top of his lap. He made me straddle him and said, “You know what to do Supergirl.”
As if I was under a spell, I reached down, moved the supergirl skirt and wrapped my hand as far as it would go around his cock. I guided the cock toward my rear and positioned my pussy above it and then slid down on it. I went down on it fast and with no real control and it went deep in me. I felt a different pain as he stretched my cunt in a new way and toward my tummy. I rose and fell only three times before my orgasms began to resume. I had gained some control over my movements and learned how to make it feel real good. I came a lot. Karl leaned forward and licked my nipples thought he corners of the “S” on my chest and occasionally he began to bite them. Then he reached up and tore open my Supergirl to, the “S” giving was easily and exposing my smooth chest. I yelped and then screamed as I came. Then Karl’s head pulled away and he exhaled very hard. He squinted his eyes and moaned loudly once and then breathed hard and rapidly. I continued to cum, but for a moment I was worried. Then I realized that Karl was seeding me – something I’d learned in Heath class – he was cumming in me. I felt him become larger and expand the stretch inside me and then I felt everything become wet and gooey. I slid up on him and stuff slid out of me and made noises as he began to pump upward into me. As he did I began cumming again in a different way. I howled until Karl clamped my mouth with a hand. Then I breathed fast and with each breath came another deep orgasmic pulse.
Finally, Karl pumped upward into me a last time and then pulled me off of him. He placed me to his left and let me catch my breath. Then Karl stroked his glistening cock and worked the last of his cum out. He said to me, “Go on Supergirl, lick me clean and taste me and you mixed together.”
I bent over to my right and licked him like a lollypop. The taste was tangy, salty, sweet, and rich all at the same time.
“Open up Supergirl and take me as far as you can into your throat…come on my Supergirl.” I did as told and felt him shove his still-hard dick past my throat into my windpipe. I gagged and probably would have puked, but I hadn’t really eaten much that day. Karl pulled me up a little way and so I could breathe through my nose with his cock still in my mouth. I felt tears fall but knew I wasn’t crying. I was worried that if I was crying Karl would be upset. I moaned and tried to wipe away the tears. I smeared my mascara and then he pumped my mouth again.
“Its ok to cry a little like this Lisa. It is alright to cry when it is almost over and you don’t want it to be.”
I knew that what he said was both true and false at the same time. I had no idea why I was tearing up, I had no real concept of tear ducts and their involuntary actions, but I was a bit sad it was almost over. Karl shrank and eventually he told me to let him fall out of my mouth. Karl exhaled and stood up. He turned and looked down at me. “I never want to forget this moment. My Supergirl, stained , wet, shiny, and…and mine.” Karl bent over, his wet dick running over my red boots. He looked at me with a serious expression and probed two fingers into me.
“Now Lisa, you are mine. You want to me mine. You trust me and you want me to teach you.” Repeat that to me. He probed me and touched me deep and behind my clit. “Do it!”
I moaned as he drove his fingers deep again.
“You are mine. Say the words. Say, ‘Uncle Karl, I am yours, I want to be yours, I want you to teach me,’ say the words my little girl.”
Again, looking off in deep memory of the moment I became his I was shaken by Dr. Heard. “Did you?”
“Yes. I said that every time I saw him at the beginning of time with him and then again at the end. He usually was finger-fucking me, but not always. Every time I saw him. He conditioned me right doc?”
“Well, uh, yes, certainly. The combination of stimulus at such a young age would have been impossible to overcome. You had no real escape, if that is what you are asking.”
I laughed a little and looked over a Dr. Heard, his pre-cum stained pants now in full view with his pad at his side. “I think he must have done a damn good job because, I didn’t want to escape it. I wanted more. I still have more regrets about the things I didn’t do than the things I did.
“Is that all that happened that day?”
“Karl made me repeat the words while he finger-fucked me to several orgasms and then stroked himself hard again. He took me to my room and watched me strip off my torn and ruined Supergirl outfit. Then he rough-fucked me missionary style in my pretty pink bed while I tried to say the words over and over.”
Dr Heard asked, “You mentioned that he ejaculate in you. Is that true? Did he impregnate you?”
“Yes, he almost always came in me. He was snipped I guess. But he also later convinced me to get my tubes tied. We did that while my mom was away at a nursing conference and I was supposed to be in school. I remember how I hated that I still had to suck Karl’s dick, but I was not allowed to fuck or cum. He told me it taught me a new level of giving and discipline. He was right, I guess, but it still sucked a lot.
After this session ended I went over to King’s and found Dr. Heard’s blonde receptionist, Nancy, coated in black-man cream and crying like me with Karl. Nancy was getting fucked in her ass by a pro-basketball player and being called every racial name in the book. I tried to find someone to fuck, but King’s Twink-boy was the only one available, so I came in his talented nasty mouth about twenty times and then let him fuck me before going home to Harold, my benefactor, with a cunt full of cum.
All I could think about as the little twink went down on me were the words before and after each session with Karl…delicious.
Two days after the all-nighter with King, the receptionist and his Twink-boy I returned to Dr. Heard’s office. The receptionist, Nancy, smiled and proudly showed off her swollen lips. Apparently King’s Twink took quite a liking to her and fucked her mouth so hard she’d earned a pair of fat lips. She said nothing about it to me because she knew I already knew what had taken place. She showed me into the office and brought me some tea to enjoy while Dr. Heard finished with his last patient of the normal day in the next room over.
I also knew Nancy was expected at King’s place in about a half hour to “Learn some respect” and get gang-fucked by King and a few other black guy. I was a bit jealous and wondered if I could skip out of the session and join her, but I’d already seen one of my favorite Mandingo stable-men earlier. He was a bisexual circus acrobat at one of the shows on the strip and had a ‘convenient’ schedule. I could see him most days between about midnight until noon. I fucked him often and really liked him making me cum with his powerful and thick nine inches of 23 year-old cock. He loved fucking ‘older’ white women, and I love fucking young black guys, so it is a good situation.
After a few minutes Dr. Heard, with a semi-erect cock under his pants, walked in and took his seat. After we exchanged some small talk, he said, “Well, I suppose we should just jump right in with what happened next.”
“I suppose. Well, the overall story is that Karl manipulated and coerced me into becoming his personal little play thing. He showered me with gifts that were tempered with threats and made me love the experience. He made me bold and skilled and deeply connected to sex and pleasing him.
Dr. Heard held his hand like a stop sign and said, “Please, I know this is important, so give me the details of how your relationship became so sexual. After all, you were still quite young and he was still much older. I…I mean your benefactor, must hear your recollection of the experience.”
“Ok doctor, whatever you say,” I said with a coy smile and a laugh. “So, Karl fucked me the Friday night before my dad arrived on Sunday morning for some family time and to celebrate my birthday. My birthday was a week from Saturday. We were a mostly normal family for about a day and a half and then my mom and dad fought a few times, but they were all smiles for my sake. I remember coming home from school and hanging out with my dad, these were actually some of the closest and few times we were together.”
“Did you and father, ah…”
“No. My daddy was nice and very decent. He was very old-fashioned and would never have done anything so out of line.”
Dr. Heard sheepishly replied, “I am sorry, I had to ask.”
“Anyway,” I continued, “My birthday party was a family party so several of my school and neighborhood friends were there and several of mom and dad’s friends and co-workers were there. It was quite a crowd. There were k**s, nurses, machinists, engineers. Of course my dad’s boss, Karl, the man who had taken my virginity and was fucking my mom every minute he could, was also there. After I’d blown out my dozen candles and made my wish we played games and at some point I went to the bathroom. When I came out Karl pulled me around the corner into the study and threatened to get me into trouble if I didn’t cooperate with him and do what he wanted.”
“What did he say?” Dr. Heard asked.
“He said that if I didn’t do exactly what he asked me to do that I was in danger of being taken away from my family and going to jail and then maybe if I was lucky I would have to move away and live with another family. I might not see anyone I knew again. He said that I could save myself from this if I did as instructed by him. He fed me several lies to scare me into compliance and it worked. Anyway, he demanded that I come to his home the next Friday after school. I protested. He gripped my throat and lifted me a bit and told me to remember how close I was to being sent away. He set me down but held against the wall. Karl reached under my dress and forcefully rubbed me through my little cotton panties and said that he knew more about me than I did myself, and that he already knew I would do the right thing. Then, he left after thanking my mom and dad for their hospitality.”
“So, Lisa, what happened over the next week?”
“Well, doctor, I was already becoming a chronic masturbator, and this became a marathon week. I was constantly playing with myself. I would replay the bathroom fuck and imagine new things. I remembered the things I saw my mom do with Karl. I read and re-read stories in dad’s magazines and then imagined myself in the situations. I would eat lunch at school and then rub an orgasm in the girls-room. I excused myself in P.E. to go to the locker room just before the class was over and squat over a dressing bench and grind my pussy on my hand while I penetrated my vagina with a few fingers. When I was home I…well, I was insatiable.”
Dr. Heard was keeping his composure and cleared his voice as he concealed the wet spot on his lap from his pre-cum. “Well, eventually Friday, the day of reckoning, arrived.”
“Yes, it did. I was scared shitless and a total wreck. I was so stressed out. I remember that I went to the bathroom that day about ten times that day to masturbate. I pretended I had diarrhea. I remember getting on the bus knowing where the stop closest to his house was and thinking about how I could tell him I had forgotten. Then I debated in my head if I actually wanted to forget. This continued, and then, like I was under a spell to comply, I got off a block from his house.”
Dr. Heard asked, “So, your father and mother…where were they?”
“Daddy had flown back to work in Alaska that morning and mom was still chasing intern hours. She was either working her ass off, or Karl was fucking her ass. Actually, that isn’t fair, she tried to work around my school schedule, but sometimes I would have an afternoon or evening to myself. In this case, Karl told me later that he saw my mom often and knew her schedule almost as soon as my mom knew it. So, she never found out, and he knew when we could fuck.”
“I see. Please explain what happened when you arrived at Karl’s that first time.”
“Right to the good parts, eh doc?”
“Yes, you know, in the interest of time…”
“Well, I continued to deliberate until Karl opened his door and smiled at me. I went in and he had me sit down.”
“Could you tell me what you were wearing? I know the benefactor will want to know.”
“Sure, Harold and you, Dr. Heard, want to know,” I smiled at his unease with his desire. “I wore a typical school-girl outfit: a pleated royal-blue skirt that went to my knees, patent-leather Mary-Jane’s, white socks, and a white blouse with a tight cotton tank-top underneath. No bra, I didn’t need one, and, like I said, I’d been masturbating all day, so my pink cotton panties were in my book-bag.
“Your hair? Your face and makeup?”
“I was too young to use makeup, but I had some lip gloss. My hair was in a loose single pony-tail. I was strawberry blonde back then and it was more-curly than it is now. Anyway, Karl talked with me for a bit and explained that he knew I would come to him and that I was about to begin an amazing journey to becoming not just a woman, but an extraordinary woman. I would become more talented than anyone I knew. He said that if I tried my best I would earn amazing rewards.
“Karl also warned me that if I got scared and told on not him, but ‘us’ we would both be in more trouble than I could imagine and that I would never see my family or friends and a whole lot of things. I remember that I was nearly in tears because I knew he was going to make me do all the things, and probably more, that he had done to me the previous Friday. Karl saw this and stood and smiled. He took off his shirt and pulled my face to his naked belly. While I was there he told me not to worry and that it would be wonderful.
“Then Karl stood me up and had me walk through his house on a tour. I saw some of he rooms and was told the rules of the house. No using his bathroom or going into his room unless he told me to. I was shown the door to the basement and told that I would be taken there by him sometimes and that I’d probably grow to love it. Obviously, I was to never tell anyone about the house or Karl.
“At the end of the hall Karl explained that the last room was the original master bedroom, before he added the extension with his room. He explained that it was to be my personal second home. I could decorate it and do what ever I wanted, but I had to keep it clean. The same applied to the adjoining bathroom.
“Then, right before we entered, he said, “I have some surprises for you. They are gifts. They are for us to enjoy together. They are yours, but they must stay here. I want you to chose one and show me how well you look in it.”
I was very curious and excited. We went in and the room was a perfect little-girl room. Pink walls, pictures of fantasy castles and unicorns, a four-post princess bed with a canopy, posters of cartoon characters, and mirrors- lots of mirrors.
Karl stopped at the doorway and ushered me in. I was in awe. Karl had taken many notes about me and put everything he could into a room just for me.”
Dr. Heard asked, “The gift? What was it? The room?”
“No, hardly. The room was a dirty-daddy paradise. Mirrors were everywhere so I could be seen not only from every direction in the room, but also from a small viewing room that could only be entered from the next room over. No, the gifts were a collection of costumes laid out on the bed or on hangars from the bed canopy. There was a school-girl outfit like what I wore, a naughty school-girl outfit with a checkered mini-skirt and a short-sleeved see-through top, a red and white cheerleader outfit with pom-poms, a Sunday-school outfit of a puffy-soft pink long sleeved sweater and a bunch of costumes, you know, a bunch of really nice Halloween costumes.”
“What kinds of costumes?” Dr. Heard asked looking over his glasses.
“Several. A pirate-girl, a witch, a princess, SnowWhite, Daphne from ScoobyDoo, Wonderwoman, Batgirl, Catwoman, and Supergirl. Everything a girl at my age could want. The props for each costume were there and so were the proper shoes or boots.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this cost a fortune. The red Supergirl boots were exactly right. The purple batgirl boots, the gloves, the bat-helmet, they were all were exactly right. I had a golden lasso that I found myself hog-tied with a month later. The princess gown was amazing and had all of the parts, the huge dress, the petticoats, the corset, the…the crown…all of it was movie-perfect. The only one that was probably not exactly right was the witch outfit – it was just a cheap Halloween costume, but the boots were amazing. This cost a fortune and freaked me out.
“Why?”
“Well, I knew he was going to ‘play’ with me, to fuck me, but even as young as I was I realized that he would want to do it over and over and that he had also thought about me quite a lot. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was clearly obsession.”
“How did you react?”
“I was astonished. I was in a school play and these costumes were much better.”
“Then what happened?”
“Then he told me to pick one, put it on, then go to my new bathroom and wash my face and put on mascara, lipstick, and a small amount of eye shadow and then come to the front room and show him how pretty I was. I chose the Supergirl outfit, a blue long-sleeved lycra top with a short flowing red skirt, a gold belt, and tall red boots. It also had a pair of sparkly golden panties. I put on the red boots and decided to leave the rest of the costume until I’d finished with the makeup. I did the best I could but over-did the makeup and washed my face twice before he found me, still naked, except my boots, and trying again. He looked me over in the bathroom mirror and told me to just add a little. I did as told and put on the costume. It was tight on my small flat-chested frame. The boots had some growing room.
I went out to the front room, my strawberry-blonde hair down and cascading over my shoulders, and Karl smiled with approval. He explained that today was going to be shorter than most of our ‘playtimes’ because my mom would be home by half past six, and it was already about four thirty. He asked me many things- how did I like the room? How did I like the house? Which costumes did I like the best? Which other costumes would I like and so on? Then he had me twirl around and model the costume for him.
Then Karl said, “I would like to see you fly Supergirl. Come over to the love-seat and lie across the top of it like you are flying, like you are my little superhero. I mounted the top of the dark vinyl love seat and straddled the top just before laying across the length in a ‘flying’ pose. Mt red cape fell toward the seat cushions. Karl undid his jeans and was naked. He had me hold the pose and began touching me. He ran his hands along my thighs to my butt and under the skirt. He fondled me and then moved the golden panties aside.
Then he pushed his thumb against my butt-hole and massaged his fingers into my little pussy. I was still very wet from the school bathroom trips. I moaned and he chucked in a knowing manner as he probed me. Karl stated saying things about how he knew I would love the costume and how I would love to play and how he knew it all. He knew me better than I knew myself.
Then Karl moved his naked hips and hardening cock toward my shoulders and my face. One of his hands grabbed my wavy hair and made a fist and he began to probe deep into my pussy at the same time. I squealed and moaned and knew I was on my way to orgasm.
“Now,” Karl said sternly and in a full voice, “Now my Supergirl, you are mine. I have captured you and you must do as I command. Take me in your mouth…and no biting. If you bite me I will hurt you…and I will destroy the world…” Karl made me start with my head tilted to the left and then he moved around to be in front of me. His hands were still reaching over me and fingering my little pussy and his other hand still firmly pulling my hair to control my movements.
I was scared, and I complied. I remember that his dick seemed bigger in my mouth the second time. I remember that he went as far as my throat and that he used my hair to guide my mouth back and forth on him. My legs dropped from the ‘flying’ pose to droop down over the love-seat and on instinct I began humping the furniture. After what seemed like forever he pulled his dick out of my mouth and turned my body to have my legs, boots and all, dr****g over the back of the love seat as I faced the seat and the rest of the room. He moved behind me. He pulled on my panties, forcing them against my pubis. He chuckled a bit and then I heard a tearing sound as the pull on the panties increased. He tore the golden panties off and tossed them over my head to the floor in front of me. “You wont need these anymore Supergirl.” Then Karl lifted my skirt and used both hands on my pussy. One hand penetrated while the other rubbed my clit. I began to cum over and over. I felt wave after wave of orgasm wash over me and shoot through my body. I didn’t realize I was being loud until he took his hand from my hole and roughly covered my mouth. “Careful my dear, you can scream as much as you like- no one will hear, but I don’t want you having to explain to your mommy why your voice is strained.”
I toned down my howling.
Then Karl leaned in and I knew it was about to happen. He was going to fuck me. His hands moved to my hips and he pressed me downward into the top of the love-seat. His hips forced my legs wider and then his cock touched my fresh smooth inner thigh.
Karl said, “This will feel better every time we do it. The pain will decrease and the pleasure will increase. But scream if you need to…Supergirl.” Then he pushed his dick into my fresh young pink pussy for the second time. He seemed so big. He stretched me wide and kept going into me. I screamed and my body flopped up and down on the couch, but he held my hips firmly. Karl knew what he was doing. My feet were of no use, he was too close to kick, and my hands were holding my body up and were useless to use to pull away from him. I bucked him and tried to twist, but he kept going deeper. Then he stopped and held himself in me as I twisted and squirmed. I must have been doing just as he wanted. He held me there while I moved every way I could on his huge dick. I know now that I was moving on his cock exactly as he wished – a tight little cunt masturbating his dirty daddy-dick.
Finally I became exhausted and he spoke to me, trying to encourage me to keep squirming. Then as I tired, he began to pull out slowly. I hoped for a second that he was done. Then something important happened.
As I paused in my story and stared into space Dr. Heard looked up, pad still placed over his dick, and asked, “What happened Lisa?”
“I realized that I liked having him in me. That I liked him holding my body down and…and fucking me. I wanted the pain to stop, but I didn’t want him to stop.”
He held his cock-head just inside my young pussy and then I moaned. I made my body struggle, but I looked over my shoulder through my curly hair and I know my eyes told him everything. I know, that I pleaded for more of him in me with my eyes, even as my body was racked with the extreme stretching pain between my narrow hips.
Karl’s face changed from an expression from curiosity to that of “I told you so” and he began to push all the way back in. This time the stretching was just as bad, but I was fully prepared. He drove me into the love seat and held it deep again. I screamed and felt the same wonderful deep orgasmic build up I had felt the first time. I made my hips grind into the inside of my satin red miniskirt and began receiving the clitoral stimulation I so craved.
Karl felt what I was doing and said, “Yes, good girl, you are doing exactly right…use the couch to rub yourself. Come for me Supergirl.”
I wailed and Karl began pumping with care but with an even pace. It was nothing like the first time where he just used me like a fuck-toy. He was making me cum. After only about seven or eight full pumps I exploded and screamed. I came and he stopped so he could feel my little pussy contract and relax in a spasm of orgasm. I came for what seemed like forever and couldn’t stop, so Karl resumed fucking me. But now, while I was still coming he altered his method and began to take a more intense pace and a deeper drive. Soon one orgasm became another and another and then it seemed like I couldn’t stop cumming on Karl’s big dick.
“Then, another important thing happened. You remember when I told you I love the feel of running and exercise, well, I realized that I loved this kind of exercise much more. I didn’t want to ever stop.”
Dr. Heard asked, “So is this the moment when you…ah?”
“I guess so. This was my transference. I never looked back, not really. I loved him spreading me and using me. I loved the orgasms. I loved what he said as he finished with me…”
Karl fucked me and I came. That was my world. No coercion or embarrassment. No self recrimination. But not beauty either. Pure orgasmic lust and pleasure. Sex. Pain and orgasm mixing and becoming fused together in me. I was a little girl being taken and made to enjoy sex by a talented dirty old man, and I loved it.
Then Karl pulled out of me and, using my hair like a leash he guided me around the love seat and positioned me right in front of it. Orgasmic pulses shot through me even without him deep inside. Karl sat in the center of the love seat and pulled me, facing him, on top of his lap. He made me straddle him and said, “You know what to do Supergirl.”
As if I was under a spell, I reached down, moved the supergirl skirt and wrapped my hand as far as it would go around his cock. I guided the cock toward my rear and positioned my pussy above it and then slid down on it. I went down on it fast and with no real control and it went deep in me. I felt a different pain as he stretched my cunt in a new way and toward my tummy. I rose and fell only three times before my orgasms began to resume. I had gained some control over my movements and learned how to make it feel real good. I came a lot. Karl leaned forward and licked my nipples thought he corners of the “S” on my chest and occasionally he began to bite them. Then he reached up and tore open my Supergirl to, the “S” giving was easily and exposing my smooth chest. I yelped and then screamed as I came. Then Karl’s head pulled away and he exhaled very hard. He squinted his eyes and moaned loudly once and then breathed hard and rapidly. I continued to cum, but for a moment I was worried. Then I realized that Karl was seeding me – something I’d learned in Heath class – he was cumming in me. I felt him become larger and expand the stretch inside me and then I felt everything become wet and gooey. I slid up on him and stuff slid out of me and made noises as he began to pump upward into me. As he did I began cumming again in a different way. I howled until Karl clamped my mouth with a hand. Then I breathed fast and with each breath came another deep orgasmic pulse.
Finally, Karl pumped upward into me a last time and then pulled me off of him. He placed me to his left and let me catch my breath. Then Karl stroked his glistening cock and worked the last of his cum out. He said to me, “Go on Supergirl, lick me clean and taste me and you mixed together.”
I bent over to my right and licked him like a lollypop. The taste was tangy, salty, sweet, and rich all at the same time.
“Open up Supergirl and take me as far as you can into your throat…come on my Supergirl.” I did as told and felt him shove his still-hard dick past my throat into my windpipe. I gagged and probably would have puked, but I hadn’t really eaten much that day. Karl pulled me up a little way and so I could breathe through my nose with his cock still in my mouth. I felt tears fall but knew I wasn’t crying. I was worried that if I was crying Karl would be upset. I moaned and tried to wipe away the tears. I smeared my mascara and then he pumped my mouth again.
“Its ok to cry a little like this Lisa. It is alright to cry when it is almost over and you don’t want it to be.”
I knew that what he said was both true and false at the same time. I had no idea why I was tearing up, I had no real concept of tear ducts and their involuntary actions, but I was a bit sad it was almost over. Karl shrank and eventually he told me to let him fall out of my mouth. Karl exhaled and stood up. He turned and looked down at me. “I never want to forget this moment. My Supergirl, stained , wet, shiny, and…and mine.” Karl bent over, his wet dick running over my red boots. He looked at me with a serious expression and probed two fingers into me.
“Now Lisa, you are mine. You want to me mine. You trust me and you want me to teach you.” Repeat that to me. He probed me and touched me deep and behind my clit. “Do it!”
I moaned as he drove his fingers deep again.
“You are mine. Say the words. Say, ‘Uncle Karl, I am yours, I want to be yours, I want you to teach me,’ say the words my little girl.”
Again, looking off in deep memory of the moment I became his I was shaken by Dr. Heard. “Did you?”
“Yes. I said that every time I saw him at the beginning of time with him and then again at the end. He usually was finger-fucking me, but not always. Every time I saw him. He conditioned me right doc?”
“Well, uh, yes, certainly. The combination of stimulus at such a young age would have been impossible to overcome. You had no real escape, if that is what you are asking.”
I laughed a little and looked over a Dr. Heard, his pre-cum stained pants now in full view with his pad at his side. “I think he must have done a damn good job because, I didn’t want to escape it. I wanted more. I still have more regrets about the things I didn’t do than the things I did.
“Is that all that happened that day?”
“Karl made me repeat the words while he finger-fucked me to several orgasms and then stroked himself hard again. He took me to my room and watched me strip off my torn and ruined Supergirl outfit. Then he rough-fucked me missionary style in my pretty pink bed while I tried to say the words over and over.”
Dr Heard asked, “You mentioned that he ejaculate in you. Is that true? Did he impregnate you?”
“Yes, he almost always came in me. He was snipped I guess. But he also later convinced me to get my tubes tied. We did that while my mom was away at a nursing conference and I was supposed to be in school. I remember how I hated that I still had to suck Karl’s dick, but I was not allowed to fuck or cum. He told me it taught me a new level of giving and discipline. He was right, I guess, but it still sucked a lot.
After this session ended I went over to King’s and found Dr. Heard’s blonde receptionist, Nancy, coated in black-man cream and crying like me with Karl. Nancy was getting fucked in her ass by a pro-basketball player and being called every racial name in the book. I tried to find someone to fuck, but King’s Twink-boy was the only one available, so I came in his talented nasty mouth about twenty times and then let him fuck me before going home to Harold, my benefactor, with a cunt full of cum.
All I could think about as the little twink went down on me were the words before and after each session with Karl…delicious.
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