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"Sorry Charlie" n/c, underage, peeing, Mdom, Mf... and probably a

whirlwind of other things I forgot to mention.

   Though she was only 17, she was far more developed than any high
schooler.  She stood 5'8, unnatural auburn hair just below her chin, an
innocent face, yet her body was what made her slut material.

   She had legs that lasted forever, and they were muscularly shaped...
curvy too.  Her ass was hard but round, and her hips were wide but
dramatically diminished into an hourglass waistline.  She was hardly
endowed in the tit area, at least in her opinion, but she had perky full
A-s that hardly even bounced, even when she was flat on her back being
fucked senseless.  The broad had a lot going for her... making grown men
count down the days until she turned 18... and making boys her age run into
the bathroom to masturbate with an accidental flash of skin.

   Yet she had trouble getting dates with boys, and when she did, she
always ended up dissatisfied... which is why she played the big leagues.

   The sun was directly over-head, she was drenched in sweat and barefoot.
Her denim shorts hardly covered her ass cheeks, and her cute blue bikini
top though innocent in style, left little to the imagination due to her
build.

   It was another long afternoon at work, another day pumping gas by the
river, and she was saturated in sweat as she lay belly-down on the wood
dock.  Weekday afternoons always required little or no work, as all the
people able to afford boats tended to be doing their 9-5...

   Except Tom.  Thomas had been the object of Charlynne's lust for over two
years... she fantasized about him, eager to touch herself at night just
thinking about his tall, thin, tan body... tousled blonde hair...
glittering blue eyes... deep, commanding voice.

   She wanted him.  Bad.  Yet, at 25 he was in no hurry to involve him self
in a potentially illegal situation... Still, he couldn't help but admire
her hot body, sexy husky voice, innocent disposition, and the way her thong
peeked out of the back of her shorts when she bent over to pump gas.  If he
looked hard enough he could see the outline of her pussy as her shorts
hiked up against them as she bent.  He'd often wondered if she shaved her
beaver...

   Still, today, he wandered down the dock-way to find a sprawled Charlie
on the dock, oiled up and frying in the sun.

   "Must be nice to tan for a living," he said.

   "Huh?" she blinked, dazed from the heat.  "Tom!  What's up babe?"

   "Nothing, I took a half day.  Looks like this place is deserted though."

   "Yeah, boring as fuck.  Have a seat," she encouraged.  She was
definitely in the mood to take full advantage of the situation; her
seductress side flared up on occasion, especially when she hadn't gotten
good sex in what seemed like ages, and Tom seemed like the perfect target
for her lust.

   She'd often noticed him checking her out, and would frequently bend over
just a little farther to show her goods to him.  She'd play innocent,
seemingly not noticing the bulge in his swim trunks, when really she wished
she could straddle it and ride him home.

   "Want a beer?" he offered.  She accepted as he sat down next to her on
the dock, feet hanging off the edge into the river.  She scooted closer to
him resting her hand on his inner thigh, which made him jump a little.  It
wasn't like her to be so forward.  She noticed and contained her giggle to
the best of her ability.

   "So what's up Thomas?" she asked, moving her hand in a circle around his
thigh.  `Stupid question,' she thought, noticing him getting hard through
his shorts.

   "Nothing..."

   "You know," she said.  "I've been meaning to tell you this for awhile."
She turned so she was looking at him face to face.  "I think we should
fuck."

   He looked at her in shock.  "Charlie?  Are you crazy?  What's gotten
into you?"

   "Just shh..." she said, brushing her hand through his hair.  "I see the
way you look at me.  Those aren't friendly stares."

   "You're a very attractive girl and I'm very flattered but I think you
have me all wrong..."

   "Tom... be quiet." She planted a lusty kiss on his lips, working her
tongue into his mouth as she moved to straddle his body between her legs.
He kissed her back, rubbing his hands up and down her spine and squeezing
her breasts.  She moaned lightly and pulled away.  "See... It's not all
that bad."

   "I know... I just feel... wrong."

   "I won't tell if you won't tell."

   "Well, when do you think we should....?" He asked.

   "Right now."

   "What?"

   "I haven't taken my break yet today.  I'll put up my `be back in an
hour' sign and we'll be good to go.  Why don't you climb into the cabin of
your boat and get naked for me.  I'll be over in a few minutes."

   "Umm..."

   "Go," she commanded as she climbed off his lap.  She was already getting
wet; she could feel her upper thighs sticking to the sides of her shorts.
She'd never really been a dominant lover before, but for some reason she
was more turned on than she'd been in a long time.

   Tom was trying to figure out what the right thing to do would be.  He
knew he wanted to fuck her... and now she was practically commanding him
to. Still, that wasn't how it was going to go.  He knew the domme act
was... merely an act, and he'd have her doing whatever he wanted if he
played along.

   He climbed into his large cruiser and left the cabin door open a crack.
He proceeded to strip naked and sit waiting, legs crossed.  His dick was
still half hard and stood about 5 inches, yet was as thick around as a
fist. He stroked it a little bit to maintain his hardon and finished his
beer.

   Charlie took her time, freshened up, perfumed behind her knees, powdered
her nose, smoked a cigarette... she wanted to keep him waiting in suspense.
She threw on a t-shirt and put a condom in her pocket from her purse.  She
then walked towards his boat, whistling.

   "Mmmm... just as I imagined.  You have one hot naked body, Tom," she
nodded, looking him up and down.  "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll let you
see mine."

   She sat down across from him on the padded bench.  "I like dirty talk,"
she said.  "Why don't you tell me what you want to do to me... and if it's
worthy - I'll take off an article of clothing."

   `So we're going to play games,' he thought.  "Alright," he said. 
"First, Charlie, I would like to take off your shirt and kiss and lick you
up and down your stomach, teasing your still covered breasts with my
fingertips."

   "Sounds nice," she said, and she took off her t-shirt revealing her
bikini top, which was no surprise.

   "Then, I would take your beautiful baby tit out of that bikini of yours,
and nibble and suck it until you were moaning."

   "Mmmm..." she grinned.  She slid off her denim shorts to reveal a white
thong.  It fitted tight around her pussy, and left nothing to the
imagination.  A wet spot had formed, and he could see her unshaved pussy
through the saturation.  "Then what?"

   "Then... I'd get sick of this childish game and show you how it really
works."

   "What?!" she said.

   "Sorry, Charlie.  You better face it.  You're not suited to be telling
me what to do.  You're a little dicktease, and your pride issues... I don't
even want to go into it.  But I'm going to break you down.  And I already
have my word that you won't tell if I won't.  So you better keep your
promise, bitch, and maybe I'll be nice to you."

   She gulped.  His forceful behavior turned her on more than anything had
in the past.  "I will."

   "Good.  Now I'm going to tell you not what I want to do to you, but what
I want you to do, and you're going to do it." He looked her in the eye and
she nodded.  "Take your tits out of that bikini top of yours.  You can
leave it on, just pull it aside."

   She let her tits hang out.  They were small and firm, and her nipples
were large and purple.  She had a very obvious tan line, framing her white
tits against the tan of the rest of her body.

   "Good girl.  Now I want you to play with them for me."

   "What?"

   "Squeeze them a little... make it feel good, honey."

   "But... that's your job," she stammered.

   "Do it," he commanded.

   She began to kneed her breasts between her fingers and closed her eyes
in pleasure.  She pulled her nipples and flicked them and twisted them.

   "Can you put that in your mouth?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Reach down and lick your tits.  Show me what a horny little slut you
are.  I bet you've tried it before."

   She had many times, although the satisfaction was never the same as
being sucked on by a man.  She cupped her left tit in her hand and stuck
out her tongue, garishly flicking her nipple with her pink tongue and
licking her tit up and down.

   "Bite it," He commanded.

   "Bite it?"

   "Bite your nipple... nice and hard.  Give yourself a hickey."

   She tried to bite and suck at the same time, but her small tits hardly
allowed for it.  Still Tom was impressed by her attempt and stroked his
dick at the show.  When she pulled away a small red mark around her nipple
remained and Tom deemed it sufficient.

   "Do you want to fuck me?" he asked her.

   "Yes," she moaned.  "I am so horny right now... please fuck me."

   "First let me taste that puss of yours," he said.  He roughly pulled off
her shorts and buried his face into her shaven snatch.  "Look at that,
slut, you're just dripping..." he spoke into her pussy.  He teased the
outside of her pussy lips with his tongue and flicked her clit a few times.
"You're really hot down there, honey."

   "I know," she cried.  "I want you so bad.  Please fuck me!"

   He stroked his dick a few times and shrugged.  "I guess so.  But get on
all fours like the dog you are."

   She obeyed, and stuck her ass out in the air as she kneeled on all fours
before him.  He spanked her tight ass a few times and listened to her moan.

   "That turns you on, doesn't it you slut?"

   "Yes... please don't stop." He spanked her hard until her ass was pink
and warm.  Without warning he reached around and began shoving his dick
into her pussy.  The girth of it was larger than anything she'd ever taken
before, and she screamed in pain as he pounded it into her in one swift
motion.

   "Wow, for a slut, you have a very tight box." He pulled her hair with
one hand and squeezed her breasts with the other.

   "Please..." she said.  "Take it out.  I have a condom in my purse.  I
don't want to get pregnant."

   "Shut up, whore," he said, pumping in and out of her snatch.  "Don't
tell me what to do."

   Things were going terribly wrong, but she was so wrapped up in it, she
didn't want to stop.  She cried out in pleasure eventually as he reached
down to tickle her clit.  She arched her back and bucked her ass up against
his balls, feeling his pubic hair scratch up against her burning ass.

   "Mmm... your cunt is so hot," he said.  Again without warning he ripped
his dick out of her hole, and flipped her on her back.  "I'm gonna cum," he
said in the meanwhile."

   "No!  Don't stop!" she cried, encouraging him to continue satisfying
her.

   He smacked her across the face as he furiously masturbated his dick. 
Suddenly, he was cumming, aiming his load all over the outside of her
furless pussy.  He took his hand and began rubbing it in, mixing their
juices together.  He shoved his fingers in her mouth, making her clean all
the cum off of them.

   She laid back in dissatisfaction, but began to get up.  "I better be
getting back to work," she said.

   "Stay there, slut," he laughed, wondering how much further he could push
her.  "I have to piss."

   "WHAT?!" she exclaimed.

   "Hold your clit open like this," he showed her, garishly putting her
fingers in a Y and spreading her pink fleshy lips.  "Now stay like that."

   She did as he told and he began to relieve himself directly onto her
clit.  He aimed for her cunt, shooting the warm fluid in it, and then moved
back up to her clit.

   She couldn't believe how good the warm flow of liquid felt on her pussy.
She began twitching in orgasm as her lover peed all over her pussy.

   "You really are a whore," he said, kicking her in the side.  And she
knew it.  But her orgasm was so wonderful that she really didn't care.  She
lay in the puddle of juices enjoying her afterglow, enjoying his abuse.

   "Thank you," she said as he helped her up.

   "No problem, bitch," he stated unemotionally.  He handed her a towel and
helped her wipe off her messy pussy.  "I'll expect to do this again
sometime.  Get back to work, you slut."

   She stumbled back to her job at the dock, pussy sore and leaking, and
anticipating her next adventure...

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