Reluctantly

With a soft whimper Danika put her arms down, fully exposing her pert teen breasts and a neatly trimmed pussy with a small thatch of blond fur. Hunter gave her his lazy smile and felt her tremble again as she looked up at him with wide eyes that were full of conflict. The girl was clearly struggling with her emotions, fear and embarrassment battling with excitement.

"You enjoy showing yourself off, don't you Danika? Teasing anyone who can see you? It excites you, doesn't it?"

"I...I don't...I don't know...I guess..." she murmured, biting her lower lip as she looked up at him. "Can I...I need to...put some clothes on...."

"Not yet," he told her with a widening smile. "I want a good look at you. Turn around and show me everything you've got. Everything you're so proud of."

"Mr. Collins! Oh My God! I can't...I just can't..."

"Of course you can Danika," he smiled, making his voice firm. "You can and you will. And then we'll talk about your behaviour."

"Oh My God this is so embarrassing...."

"You weren't embarrassed standing in the window with your goodies on display, shoving your fingers up your cunt," he growled harshly, making her twitch as he startled her, her face crumpling and nearly in tears.

"Mr. Collins! Please....don't be mean! Oh My God! This is terrible!"

"It won't get any better by disobeying me," Hunter said sternly. "Now turn and show me everything."

"Oh My God! You're so mean!" she whimpered, biting her lip and tears welling in her wide eyes. She slowly began to turn, her eyes locked on his as she obeyed. Her satin skin was flawless, her back smooth and arched, her lovely peach shaped rump utterly delectable.

"Bend over," he ordered, seeing her eyes somehow widen even further and hearing a soft sharp gasp.

"Mr. Collins...please..." she whimpered, looking over her shoulder at him, her face appealing for mercy.

"Do it Danika. Bend over and show me everything you have."

"Please....please don't...please Mr. Collins...."

He ignored her pleas, grasping her shoulder and pushing her forward. She resisted for an instant, then with a pathetic whimper, obeyed him, bending over and putting her hands on her knees.

"All the way Danika. Grab your ankles and bend right over. Show me everything."

"Mr. Collins...please...I'm begging you...Oh My God! I'm so embarrassed....please...." She looked back at him, her face flushed and pleading, but he just gazed at her with a look of silent command. Slowly she bent over, her slender hands grasping her ankles, her face still turned to look at him as she bit her lip with trepidation. Hunter smiled lazily as he looked at her, watching her face struggle with conflicting feelings. He could sense her anxiety and smell the heightened aroma of her arousal, and see her puffy labia glistening with her nectar.

"Very pretty," he said. "You have a right to be proud of your body. But when you show it off like you've been doing, sometimes there are consequences that you don't expect." He reached out and stroked one cheek of her sweet ripe ass, squeezing it gently.

"Mr. Collins! Oh My God! Please..."

"Stay bent over," he ordered. "I like looking at you like this. Gives me a good view of everything you have to offer." He ran his hand over her rump, softly squeezing her firm flesh and making her quiver. His fingers teased down towards her labia and she whimpered, looking up at him, biting her lip with excited fear.

"I won't....I won't do it again....please Mr. Collins....I've learned my lesson...Oh My God I'm so sorry....please sir...please stop....I promise I won't do it again..."

"I'm not sure I believe you Danika. I think it excites you, showing yourself off. Like tonight or when you wear your micro bikini and suntan in the back yard, making sure you have to adjust it every few minutes and show off one of your plump little tits. I think you need a good hard lesson."

"What...what do you mean...does my mother know you're here...touching me...Oh My God!"

"Your mother's downstairs. Resting. She won't disturb us. She knows you need a lesson." His fingers slipped lower, teasing her puffy labia feeling the slick dew of her arousal.

"Oh My God!" she whined, wriggling at his touch. "Mr. Collins...please...you...you shouldn't..."

"This is what can happen when you show yourself off like a slut in heat, Danika. You might get treated like a slut in heat." He pressed his fingers between her folds, finding her drenched and sodden, her nectar hot on his fingers.

"Oh My God! Mr. Collins...please...I'm...I'm a virgin...please...please sir...please..."

"That's a curable condition," he chuckled, pushing two fingers deeper into her tight young cunt, making her gasp and tremble. Her aroma washed over him like a wave, stiffening his cock and sharpening his need.

"Mr. Collins...my mother...Oh My God! I...I...really am a virgin...really...Oh My God!" Her voice was ragged with her excitement and fear, her body quivering as his fingers explored her hot wet pussy.

"Get on the bed," he ordered. "On your hands and knees. It's time you became a woman. You're far too ripe to stay a virgin."

"Oh My God! Mr. Collins...Oh My God!" she whimpered as she straightened up, looking over her shoulder at him as she squirmed on his impaling fingers.

"On the bed," he repeated, pushing her toward the bed. "You want to act like a bitch in heat, you can get treated like a bitch in heat."

Biting her lip, her eyes wide and excited, tears staining her pretty cheeks, Danika whimpered as she clambered onto the bed, her gaze locked on him as she obeyed. Hunter grinned lazily as he stripped off his clothes, savouring her gasp when his fat cock bobbed free, eagerly anticipating spoiling this young virgin cunt.