A Young Girl’s Plaything
A Young Girl’s Plaything
Sex Story Author: | Sarah J. |
Sex Story Excerpt: | Jenny reached for a Diet-Pepsi on the table by her bed. As she rolled sideways there was a |
Sex Story Category: | Bondage and restriction |
Sex Story Tags: | Bondage and restriction, Fiction, Girls / Female, Girls domination, Non-consensual sex, Sado-Masochism |
Part One: The Licking-Pony Game
Jenny sat with her feet, in their pretty lace-topped white ankle-socks, between the grown woman’s boobies. She had taken off her panties and sat her little eight-year-old ass right down on the sobbing woman’s face. Now she was busy wriggling her butt so her helpless slave’s nose and mouth went deeper into her butt-crack. Jenny wanted her actual butt-hole kissed and that’s all there was too it. When the girls wanted something from their grown-up toy, they always got it.
‘Kiss my butt-hole toy,’ Jenny giggled, ‘an that is sooo gross but I’m gonna make you do much worse stuff after’.
Then the eight-year-old went back to lashing her captive’s breasts with her riding-crop. Emily Devallier, at thirty-four, was enduring a sudden and unexpected career change. From respected piano teacher, to a real-live toy, used solely for amusement by a gang of spoilt prepubescent girls. She was naked, and bound so skillfully that movement, let alone escape, was impossible. She could barely breathe now, then she felt her lips touch the horrid girl’s anus – and she kissed it. Then the next instruction came.
Jenny squealed with delight as she felt her plaything’s tongue wriggle and squirm its way deep into her ass. Even though Jenny was only eight, she had masturbated about making Miss Devallier do this to her since her first lesson. She even talked to some of her friends about it. Stephanie, who was ten, said it was sick and disgusting, but only: IF YOU WERE THE ONE THAT HAD TO DO THE LICKING!! And then they all laughed. But Jenny now owned the useless thirty-four-year-old bitch, and she was helpless and couldn’t say no – in fact, she couldn’t say no to anything Jenny wanted anymore. Which was just sooo cool. So the poor wretch squirmed under the little girl’s ass cheeks, desperately trying to jam her tongue deeper into her pre-teen owner’s butt-hole all the while trying to avoid the evil sting of the crop as it sliced at her breasts. The toy’s pitiful screams and begging moans were muffled by Jenny’s little ass as the sadistic young girl bounced happily on her new slave’s face.
Jenny was a very naughty girl, and she knew it. But she had always gotten away with everything – so why should now be any different? Life’s very simple when you’re eight, mostly divided into what you can do and what you can’t do, what you’ll be allowed to do, and what you wont – and – what stuff you’ll get into trouble for. It seemed to Jenny that piano teachers were boring and useless, so that was okay, and Miss Devallier had no family or anything, so she was just being wasted really. Well Jenny had solved all that. Now Miss Devallier was being very useful, giving all the girls so much fun – much better than her stupid piano lessons. And, although Jenny couldn’t be sure, maybe mom didn’t mind. After all, when that man came asking about Miss Devallier mom had told him that she never arrived for the lesson. That was odd. Anyway, this was the best game Jenny ever thought up, and that’s all that mattered.
Teasing was always fun, so every now and again Jenny would lift her little sweaty butt off Miss Devallier’s silly mouth just long enough to listen to her begging and crying. Jenny loved to hear her do that, she never answered though, she just giggled and sat back down again. Now her butt was all slippery and squelchy from Miss Devallier’s licking and from sweat – it was hot work riding the licking-pony (that was Lisa’s cool name for this game).
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