by Scott, Gigi
“But what? Your dad never does it, right? Because I told him not to. You naughty wench. It’s why you’re so spoiled.”
I’ve never thought of myself as spoiled. I’m a bit of headstrong, that’s it. Maybe I’ve carried my determination too far this time. Tears roll down my cheeks, not because of the pain but because I feel sorry I upset him. I want to be a good girl for him, not a disappointing bad girl. “I’m sorry, Mike.”
Smack. Smack. He slaps my ass again and again. “I’m against corporal punishment on children. But like you say, you’re not a child anymore.”
After a while, I stop crying. I deserve this a bit of punishment because of what I’ve done. Besides, I kind of enjoy having his hands on my butt, even though it isn’t exactly a loving touch. It’s far better than being ignored by him. I imagine he must be turned on by what he’s doing to me, too.
My pussy clenches at the thought, and a stream of wetness drips through my panties.
Mike notices it, too, because he slips one hand between my thighs to stroke me over my panties, without stopping what he’s doing with his other hand. I moan at the incredible sensation. A mixture of pain and pleasure wash through me.
“I wish you could see your own ass, Kitty,” he says in a low voice that I’ve never heard before. “It’s so fucking beautiful. So pink and lovely. And it jiggles. I’m going to fuck your ass one day, baby.”
Do it now, please. I moan.
Mike kneels down behind me, caressing my behind with his big, warm hands. He kisses and licks my cheeks, and slides a finger along my butt crack. But he doesn’t move further. Instead, his hand moves down to my thighs and my legs.
I whimper. “Mike. Please. Don’t stop. I want to come.”
“No, little girl. This is a punishment for you. You will not trick me again. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I say and reach a hand to touch myself.
“Jesus,” he grunts as he grabs my hand. “You’re one spoiled brat! What the fuck am I going to do with you, Kitty?”
You can give it to me, please. But I don’t dare to speak. I’ve learned my lessons by now. Mike doesn’t do what I tell him to. I have to be patient.
But it’s impossible to be patient when I’m so turned on. Before I know it, I’m rubbing my clit against the edge of the couch.
Mike groans. In one swift motion he pulls me away from the couch and shoves his finger into my pussy. “Fuck. You little needy kitty, so wet for me.”
I gasp as more juice trickle down my thighs, biting my bottom lip so I wouldn’t beg. I pray silently that he wouldn’t stop.
But he’s only teasing me. His hands travel up to cup both my breasts. “Your tits are so soft, Kitty.”
I can’t take it anymore. “Please, Mike!”
“Please, what?”
“Please take me! Fill me with your seed. I want to be yours! I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on.”
He sucks in a breath and pauses for a moment.
As I’m regretting my lack of patience, I hear the sound of his zipper. Thank God. I wait breathlessly.
I feel the tip of his warm, hard cock sliding along my slit, and I almost faint at the arousal. It reaches my entrance and then it glides away. I grind my teeth. He’s still teasing me. Damn.
I don’t know how long this agony lasts. I only know I’ve gotten a river between my legs, and my panties are all soaked.
I almost pass out with desire when a pair of arms suddenly lift me from the couch and carry me upstairs.
Mike deposits me onto his California king bed.
I watch him fling his shirt onto the floor, and strip down his pants. When I see his naked, erect cock again, I writhe and moan and nearly come from gawking.
He shakes his head when I shimmy out of my thong.
“So eager, Kitty!”
Oops. Talk about patience and being a good girl!
I close my thighs to be modest.
He smirks as he gets hold of my hips and spreads me open. “Too late to pretend now.”
Damn. I let his eyes feast on my exposed center. The river of my desire continues to flow madly under his lustful gaze.
“I’m going to claim you now,” he says in a husky, low voice as he strokes his long, thick cock. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I nod quickly.
He wastes no time. Holding his cock in one hand and raising my hip with another, he thrusts into me.
I sigh at the new, delicious sensation as my aching center stretches to embrace his powerful shaft. All the longings I’ve had for him are quenched, although only momentarily. As soon as he draws out, I want more.
I squirm, moan, and beg. “More, please, and deeper!”
His eyes turned stormy. “You got it, baby!”
He pulls out to the tip, and grabbing my hip tight, he plunges into me.
“Ahh!” I cry not so much because of the pain but because of the thrill of having him deep inside me, all the way to the end.
“Fuck. You’re so tight, baby!” he closes his eyes as if to savor the sensation.
“Don’t stop!” I raise my hips, pushing against him. There’s no room for patience now.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “You’ll be the death of me, Princess!”
It’s the first time he laughs since he came home, and I feel so relieved. Maybe he’s forgiven me.
Emboldened, I wrap my legs around his back to give him easy access.
“Good girl,” he says as he thrusts deeper and faster, breaking into my walls and stretching me over and over.
I push my hips up to match his strokes, glad that I have strong hips for the first time. Maybe I don’t need to lose weight, after all.
Sweat coats Mike’s forehead, rolls down to his cheeks, and drips onto my breasts. He reaches down to lick it, sending even more shivers to my body. Just as I think I can’t take it anymore, he slips a finger between our bodies and rubs my clit.
I groan as an intense heat wave sweeps through my lower belly. “I’m coming, Mike.”
His cock throbs in response. “Good. Come for me, baby.”
He lets go of my clit and grabs my hips with both hands, lifting me up so my legs rest on his shoulders. He then rams into me deep and hard, hitting the end of my walls while clutching my ass tight.
I gasp for air at the intensity of our lovemaking, feeling dazed and blessed at the same time. When the humming of the electric wave in my belly breaks into a roar, I scream, “Mike!”
He lets out a low, guttural sound as his cock jolts violently inside me and erupts into a load of steamy lava.
My walls continue to clench after our releases, drawing the last drop of his seed into my womb.
Mike collapses onto my body momentarily before rolling onto my side and holding me. He kisses my forehead and my cheek. “Are you satisfied now, my little kitty?”
I nod with a smile. “Yes, I am. Are you still mad?”
He chuckles. “It’s not possible to be mad at you, Kitty.”
“But you were…”
“I wanted to teach you a lesson, naughty girl. I love you, Kitty!”
I grin. I was right. He loves me! But I don’t say it because I don’t want to look smug. Instead, I wrap my arm around his waist. “I love you, too, Mike.”
“Good,” he says as he takes my hand and kisses my fingers. “I want you to move in with me.”
My mouth falls open. “But…it’s a long way from USC.”
“I’ll have someone drive you,” he says.
I’ve never thought I would have the privilege like my rich classmates, and I’m not sure whether I would enjoy it, considering the loss of freedom…
But a look at Mike’s eager face melts me. He wants me safe, and he wants me near him.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl!” He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up.
Before I know it, I’m put into the doggy position. Oh, my! Doggy means deep penetration and intense G-spot stimulation, not to mention del
icious boob massage. I moan before he even starts.
Staying Home with Dad’s Best Friend
I’m talking to my friend Josh on FaceTime.
“Are you lonely, babe?” Josh asks.
I’m so lonely I’m going to explode. “No,” I say after a moment’s pause. I don’t want to tell Josh the truth because I chose not to leave the dorm.
“Do you miss me?” he asks next.
I miss everybody, including my bitchy roommate, but again, I don’t tell him that. “Not really.”
“Oh it hurts,” he feigns a disappointed look.
I feel guilty hurting his feelings, so I correct myself. “That’s because I talk to you every day, Josh.”
“I know, Meg,” he says, grinning now. “But it’s not the same to be with you in person.”
Damn. I didn’t know he liked me that much. Josh’s very handsome and popular among the girls. I knew him from the orientation, and we became friends right away because he was from San Diego, too. I almost had a date with him, right before the campus closure.
But still, he’s not my boyfriend and he’s not supposed to miss me that much. I guess the quarantine makes everyone weird.
I yawn. “I’ve got to go to bed, Josh.”
He doesn’t take the hint. “Mm, are you wearing your sexy nightie?”
“What?” I laugh. “I don’t have any sexy nightie. I’m wearing a t-shirt and my PJ pants.”
I let him see me over the camera.
“Damn, you look good whatever you wear,” he says.
I chuckle, feeling flattered. “What’re you wearing?”
It’s a mistake to ask. Josh quickly shows me his soft cotton boxers and makes sure I see his bulge.
I squeal. “Stop it, Josh!”
“Why? I’m not even flashing!”
“Yes you are. Bye and don’t call me again,” I say and press the end button.
I toss and turn in bed long after I ended the call with Josh. My triple dorm room feels empty because my roommates have moved out ever since the university closure. I decided to stay because I thought I would enjoy being alone in the dorm rather than going home and share a room with my brother.
But now, after two weeks’ living alone, I’m not sure I like it anymore. Besides me, there’re only three other girls in the building, and they’re international students who prefer hanging out among themselves. The building feels eerie at night. I’m afraid of going to the restroom even though my bladder is full.
Suddenly I hear the sound of crunching leaves outside my window. My stomach lurches and I strain my ears to listen. Is someone outside?
I live on the first floor and the dorm is accessible from the street. We’ve had random people trying to get in the dorms before. I nearly scream when I hear a knock on my window. I curl in bed and don’t move, but the knocking continues. I turn slowly to look and see a shadow against the window. I see a pair of glowing eyes first, and then I make out a furry head. It’s a stupid raccoon.
Shit. I bang on the window to scare it off. And then I sit in bed and shake.
It’s late, but I reach the phone to call my mom.
“What’s wrong, Meg?” Mom says in a sleepy voice. “Is everything all right?”
I wanted just to tell her about the silly incident, but her voice makes me homesick. “Mom,” I hear myself cry. “I want to go home.”
“Oh Lord,” she mumbles and falls silent.
“What’s wrong?”
“Our car just broke down this afternoon. The shops are all closed, and your dad is trying to fix it by himself. Can you wait for a while?”
“Okay… but how long would it take?” I ask, not remembering my dad being a mechanic.
My mom hesitates. “Hold on. Let me ask him.”
A moment later my mom tells me, “Meg, your dad is going to speak to his friend Frank. He might be able to help us.”
“That’ll be great,” I say. I like Frank. He’s my dad’s best friend from college. I’ve only met him for a few times in my life, because Frank stayed in Sacramento while Dad moved to the south end of the state. The last time when I saw him was just a few months ago when Frank helped us to move into the dorm.
In fact, I had a crush on Frank after I last saw him, and I couldn’t forget him for many days. I definitely don’t mind a road trip with him.
My mom calls back soon telling me Frank will take me to his condo and I will stay with him until my dad is able to pick me up.
This is even better. I’m so excited I can barely sleep for the rest of the night.
I get up at five to pack. After breakfast, I wait anxiously for Frank’s call.
While waiting, I look into my roommate’s floor mirror to check myself out. I’m wearing a white, low neckline t-shirt that shows the natural cleavage that I’m proud of. The cotton of the shirt is a bit thin, though, and I can faintly make out the red, heart-shape Nippies I’m wearing. I ran out the beige color ones. All I have are red, black or silver.
I dislike wearing a bra because the elastic band always makes me feel constricted. So I’ve been wearing petals and pasties since college after my roommate let me try on a pair. They’re convenient and comfortable, no tugging or pulling, except my boobs tend to bounce when I run.
My raw hem jean shorts are just below my hips, showing my long legs above a pair of cute, high-heel wedge sandals.
I comb my wavy brown hair for the umpteenth time and redo my lipstick. I contemplate putting on some mascara too, so my eyes would look even bluer, but just then I hear my phone ring.
My heart rate spikes when I hear Frank’s deep rumbling voice, “Hi Meg, I’m outside the dorm.”
I clear my throat. “Sure. I’ll be there in just a minute.”
I run to the building entrance, and when I’m almost there, I stop to catch my breath. Through the glass door, I see a tall man with broad shoulders in a white polo shirt and blue jeans. That’s Frank, and he’s so handsome! My heart beats even faster. I take a deep breath before opening the door.
“Hi Frank!” I try to sound normal, but my voice comes out squeaky.
“Hi Meg,” he says with a melting smile and gives me a quick once-over. His eyes linger on my chest for a moment and his Adam’s apple moves up and down.
My thighs tingle because I know what the gesture means. I can’t help checking him out.
His cropped brown hair is gelled, but a bit messy with a few strands falling out of place. His hazel eyes twinkle under dense eyebrows. Short stubble lines his square jaw.
“Don’t you have any luggage?” he asks, waking me from my trance.
Jeez. I’ve been ogling at him for too long. That’s embarrassing.
“Mm, yes,” I mumble as I blush. “Could you please come with me?”
“Of course,” he says as he steps into the dorm with me.
Back in fall, I moved in with two suitcases and a cardboard box, but I’ve accumulated a lot of things over the past few months and now my possessions have doubled.
Frank’s Bentley SUV is parked right next to the dorm, and it doesn’t take us long to load my stuff onto his vehicle.
“Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat first?” he asks as soon as I’m buckling my seatbelt.
“No, I’m fine,” I say.
His eyes glide down and fix on my boobs for a moment before moving away.
I glance down and see the very obvious hearts and blush. Shit. I should’ve put on a bra.
I must look like a slut to Frank, although I’m not. I’m still a virgin even though I’m already eighteen and lots of guys are interested in me, including Josh.
My phone rings and I check it quickly. Speaking of the devil. It’s Josh.
“Hi babe,” he speaks in a seductive voice. “Do you miss me?”
I blush, aware of Frank’s curious eyes. “Come on, Josh, stop joking. Listen, I’m moving out of the dorm, too.”
“What? Really? Where’re you going?”
“I’m going to my dad’s fri
end’s house.”
“Why?”
“My dad’s car broke and he can’t pick me up.”
“I can pick you up.”
“What?” I laugh. “I can’t ask you to do that. It’s a long way.”
“I don’t mind. I have so much time. I’m bored.”
“I don’t know. Let me think about it. Thanks.”
We’re already off the freeway when I end the call. Frank lives in North Sacramento, and his luxury condo is right by Sacramento River. He drives along the river before entering his garage, which is right below his unit.
Frank leaves my cardboard boxes in the garage and carries my suitcases up the stairs. I’m mesmerized as soon as I step into the living room. It’s so spacious and bright, with lots of windows, and a fantastic river view. My room, which is right next to his, also has the same view. Even my bathroom has a view right next to the bathtub. Wow, I’m speechless. I wouldn’t mind being quarantined here for the rest of my life.
After settling down my things, I step out to the balcony with Frank, to admire the view. Not far below is a row of covered boat slips.
“Do you have a boat, too?” I ask Frank.
“Of course,” he says with a proud smile. “See the beauty in the second spot to the right? She’s my baby.”
I follow his gaze and see the bowrider under a blue cover and nod. It looks expensive. I stare at it for a long time. The way he calls his boat his baby makes me envious.
“I’ll take you on a cruise tomorrow,” he says.
“That’ll be awesome!”
As we’re speaking, Frank’s next-door neighbor opens her balcony door and steps out. Through the fence, I see a stunning looking blond woman in a crop tank top and a short skirt.
“Hi Frank!” she waves at him through the fence between the two balconies.
“Hi Penny,” Frank says, waving back. “Meet Megan, my friend John’s daughter. She’s going to stay with me for a few days.”
We say hi to each other before Penny asks Frank, “Would the two of you like to join me for dinner later on? I’m going to barbeque ribs.”
Frank pauses. “Thanks for the invitation, but I don’t think we should because of the social distancing.”
