My Little Farm Girl

As much as my little girl was breaking out of her shell, she still had trouble with what she called naughty words. When I asked her how she planned to be my naughty little girl if she couldn’t even bring herself to say the words, she clammed up.

She would turn as red as a cherry when I touched her vagina and called it her pussy or her cunt, or when I told her my penis as she calls it is a cock. No amount of coaxing could get her to say the words out loud.

As far as the rest went, I couldn’t have asked for a better submissive, she fell into the role as if fitted for it. She knelt at my feet without having to be told, she asked my permission before doing anything, and her manner though always reserved and shy as was her way, was even more so now.

She looked to me for guidance and direction as it should be and I praised her every accomplishment. She fed off of my praise and I knew that as I was learning her, I was also learning the ways in which I could bring her immense pain if I so wish. That more than anything else made me cherish her all the more; that she had given herself to me so completely and without question.

Our days were spent apart, each having obligations to fulfill but at night, I fucked her like I owned her.

It had become a regular thing to start teasing her in the car on the way home, getting her nice and hot so that as soon as the door closed behind us in the apartment, I could bend her over the nearest hard surface and fuck her from behind.

It was my favorite way to take her, though for some reason I haven’t let myself go completely yet. I didn’t think she was quite ready for that yet and I was quite satisfied with the way things were.

Tonight we were going to a dinner party for the other models and the rest of the design team; sort of a wrapping up party.

It would be our first real outing together as a couple since the restaurant weeks ago. I knew that she would be on display, so I wanted her to look her best.

I had her taken to the salon to get her hair and nails done and a body buff, the whole works. She was a little pouty that I wasn’t accompanying her this time but I promised to make it up to her.

I started by letting her suck my cock as long as she wanted to in the shower that evening before it was time to go.

She has grown even fonder of the thing, always petting or stroking whenever it’s in close proximity, and granted of course I gave her my permission. Telling her no on rare occasions has led to her getting her ass spanked for pouting or sulking or once even mouthing off.

Tonight she took her time and played with my balls while teasing my cock slit with her tongue. “I see you’ve been reading again.”

“Uh-huh.” She swallowed my cock while holding my eyes with hers. She didn’t just suck my cock, she made love to it, licking sucking nibbling, while she fondles my balls until she sucked me in and relaxed her throat enough for my cock to slip right in.

I’d been allowing her to go at her own pace until that point, but when she massaged my cock with her throat that was about all I could take, and grabbing the sides of her head I face fucked her until I was at the brink. “I’m cumming, fuck, unghh…”

She pulled me out of her throat and taking my shaft in her hand jerked me off onto her tongue. “Don’t swallow.” She struggled to keep my seed in her mouth as I kept shooting load after load until I was spent.

“Show me.” She opened her mouth to show me her mouth full of cum. “Good girl, go ahead.” She swallowed with a big grin on her face before getting to her feet for me to finish washing her.

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I had her clothes laid out for her when we left the shower. I’d chosen a cocktail length evening dress in cream silk that did amazing things to her skin. Her hair was up off her neck and I checked to make sure I hadn’t done too much damage when I’d grabbed her head earlier.

As she leaned over to put on the diamond studs I’d bought her one day last week I noticed that my mark, or at least the visible one was already fading. Couldn’t have that, along with her collar, she wasn’t allowed to leave the house without wearing my mark.

Moving over to stand behind her I ran my fingertips slowly up between her thighs. She sighed and pushed back against me rubbing herself in heat. “No Kitten.” She stopped and watched me in the mirror. I used both hands to tease her now, getting close to her pussy but not touching, making her squirm.

When she was panting for her next breath I latched onto her neck with my teeth and sucked. I felt her pussy juice run down to my fingers. “Mine.” I covered her pussy with one hand as I growled the word in her ear. With one last lick of my tongue over her fresh mark I fixed her dress back into place and passed her my handkerchief to clean up.