“Roll over and spread your legs.”

I stop and think a moment, then get off of Bailey. “Roll over on your stomach, little toy, and spread your legs for me.”

Bailey does as I tell her. I pull her ass up a little and lie down on top of her, settling my knob in her pussy mouth. I wrap my arms around her, grabbing a tit with one hand and sliding the other into her quim. I slowly pierce her sex with my sword, enjoying the elastic resistance of her wet young cunt, which seems even tighter in this position. “Ooooooh, Sir, I like this,” she murmurs. “I feel all wrapped up and owned, and your big mommy-maker is rubbing so fucking hard on my sweet spot . . .”

I’m careful to prop myself up a bit on my elbows so Bailey’s able to breathe a little. I squeeze her supple breast, pinching and rolling its stiff pink point between my fingers, and circle her pearl with two fingertips as I finish my thrust into her tight, wet heat. I massage her puffy mound with my palm, enjoying the feeling of her fur on my skin. “Play with my body, Sir,” she moans. “Squeeze my tit—claim me with your hands . . . rub my button—pet my kitty—make my kitty purr, make my sweet little kitty purr . . . ohhhhh, I love your cock, Sir, you make me feel so full, you’re hitting my sweet spot so fucking good . . .”

I kiss the back and sides of Bailey’s neck, tasting her soft skin, and fuck her with long, slow strokes. I knead her soft, firm globe and pull on its eager pink tip; I bracket her joystick with two fingers and squeeze gently. “You’re insanely sexy, sweet fucktoy,” I murmur. “Your teenage cunt was made to be fucked, so hot, and wet, and tight, and you’re so fucking hungry for a big cock . . . You’re at my mercy, my little fuckslave, pinned to the bed and skewered on my dick, and you love it. You’re a filthy teenage cum addict moaning and mewling like the kitty in the cream, begging to be owned and exploited and used for my pleasure.”

“Ohhh, Sir, your big man-muscle is stretching my little kitty so fucking good . . .” Bailey says breathily. “I love being your dirty fuckslave—you pinning me to the bed and fucking me with that gorgeous monster dick is so fucking hot, feeling you dominate me to make me feel so good . . . show that slutty kitty who owns her now . . . I feel you claiming me—I love it—it’s amazing . . .” She buries her face in the bed and screams as her body erupts in orgasm.

I keep right on going, kissing Bailey’s neck, pinching and rolling her nipple, rubbing her clit, and slowly pumping her cunt as it pulsates and roils around my fuckpiston. When the spasms pass, she moans, “Fuck me harder, Sir—please fuck me harder . . . I need it . . .”

I nip her earlobe and murmur, “An obedient fuckslave doesn’t tell her master what she needs. An obedient fuckslave knows she needs whatever her master gives her.”

“Please, Sir, please,” Bailey wails. “I’m an obedient little fuckslave, Sir, I promise I am . . . Use your dirty cockwhore, take her hot little kitty, use her hard, show her who owns her now . . . please, Sir . . .”

I pinch Bailey’s nipple and clit and lightly bite the back of her neck; she squeals in climax, brief but intense. “Ahh, my needy little cock addict,” I tell her softly, “I am using you; this is how I want to use you right now. And I’m showing you just how much I own you by not giving you what you’re begging for. I’m holding you close and lying on top of you; you’re at my mercy. Whose teenage fuckdoll are you?”

“Yours, Sir,” Bailey moans.

“And who owns that tight young cunt?”

“You do, Sir.”

“And how can I fuck my little cunt?” I rumble.

“Anyway you want, Sir,” she wails.

“That’s my good fucktoy,” I tell Bailey approvingly. “And this is how I want. Sometimes you want to eat fast, and sometimes you want to eat slowly and savor every bite. Right now, I want to fuck you slowly and savor every bit of your snug little hole.” I keep slowly pumping her well, feeling the pressure gradually building in my balls.

“But I need it hard, Sir,” Bailey mewls. “I need to be fucked within an inch of my life like the filthy little cumdumpster I am . . .”

“You need to be an obedient little fuckslave and learn patience,” I tell her firmly. Suddenly I feel her squeeze my dick hard. I moan softly and so does she. “I didn’t know you knew how to do Kegels, little toy,” I say, my voice a little husky.

“I didn’t, Sir,” Bailey breathes. “I sort of did it by accident. But . . .” She squeezes me a couple more times, like she’s trying to make sure she knows what she’s doing, then starts pulsing her cunt walls in a driving staccato rhythm. “Please, Sir, fuck me hard and fast—pound my tight body,” she begs. “I’m slut enough to take it, Sir, you know I am.”

“Yes, I know you’re slut enough to take it hard and fast; are you slut enough to take it slow, while I use your delectable body like a gourmet?” I ask. “Are you slut enough to let your need build and build and build without being hammered to a quick release?”

Bailey groans, then whispers, “I’m so fucking horny, Sir . . .”

I nip the side of her neck where it meets the curve of her shoulder, twist her nipple, and scrape her pearl lightly with a fingernail; her body detonates beneath me and she screams into the pillow. As she writhes under me, Bailey flexes her hips back and forth, changing the angle of penetration in her pulsating box and making it very hard to keep from cumming myself. I manage to hold myself off this time, but I know the next one will do for me.

Bailey keeps moving her hips as her climax passes; apparently she noticed the effect even through the orgasmic haze. I bite the back of her neck again and growl, “You have the tightest, hottest, wettest little cunt I’ve ever had wrapped around my dick, little fuckslave. You want your reward for being a good cumslut? You want to feel me plant my seed deep in your fertile teen cunt? You want to feel me blow my load all over your walls?”

“Fuck yes Sir,” Bailey gasps. “Cum in me, Sir—cum deep in my hungry kitty—I need to feel your cum—I need it so fucking bad . . .”

“Cum for me, little toy,” I rumble. “Cum all over my big cock like an obedient fuckslave. Let me feel that tight young cunt go crazy around my dick and I’ll give you your reward.”

That’s enough for Bailey, who arches her head back and shrieks like a hunting falcon as another powerful orgasm blazes through her like a lightning bolt. “Take it, fuckdoll—take it all like a good fucking whore . . .” I grind out, then roar as my orgasm hits me like a fireball. I bury my dick in her welcoming young cunt, my erupting balls hurling blast after blast of cum into her tight, wet heat. Her voice goes higher and louder—whether from the feeling of my cream painting her inner walls, from the spasmodic movements of my hands, or from some combination of both, I neither know nor care.

As the ecstasy drains away, I nuzzle Bailey’s ear. “Mmmmmm, I like that,” she purrs. “Thank you, Sir . . . I never knew a slow fuck could be so good.”