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Authors name: Dwight (dwightdp2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : Right Where I Want Her

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Right Where I Want Her
by Dwight (dwightdp2002@yahoo.com)

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A young woman with a past is given a second chance by 
her boss...a chance to go back to being the slut she 
was. Not even her daughter is safe from his web of 
control and manipulation! (Mf, ped, inc, nc)

***

This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does 
contain graphic depictions of forced sex and 
degradation of adults and children. If this is not 
something you are comfortable reading, please stop now. 
I in no way advocate rape or any other forced non-
consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women and 
children. This was written as a work of fiction and 
should be read as the fantasy that it is. NC, INC, PED

OK I’m trying something a little different this time 
around. I hope everyone who enjoyed my other stories 
likes this one too. Here's a bit of a preview. Please 
let me know what you think and if I should continue...

***

CHAPTER 1

"I-I can’t! n-n-no!"

She was whimpering, almost near tears. I felt my cock 
throb just knowing how this was affecting her.

"You CAN, and you WILL!" I said, as I brought my hand 
down slapping hard at her tits, "If not you won’t begin 
to imagine the things that I’ll do."

Reluctantly, she began to work the nipple of the baby 
bottle into her cunt. Tears streamed down her face. 
Absolutely gorgeous! There’s something about a girl 
crying that turns me on. I think it’s her eyes. Have 
you ever noticed that? When you make them cry, that 
their eyes get more vibrant? Brighter somehow. Maybe 
it’s the contrast of the dark smears of black eyeliner 
and the pinkish blood shot that really brings out the 
blue. Maybe it’s just me. 

The baby bottle top was now positioned just like I had 
told her. The nipple tip was peeking out between her 
nearly hairless pussy lips. It almost looked like a 
little rubber dick.

"Now do it!"

She rose from the floor and walked, a bit uncomfortably,
to the edge of the bed.

"Say it! Just like I told you." I grabbed a handful of 
her hair and yanked tightly to make my point.

"T-t-ime to eat b-baby... time to...{sniffle}...t-time 
to eat..." She started to cry again so still holding 
tightly to the clump of hair, I slapped her soft round 
ass almost causing her to lose her balance. "T-time to 
eat your m-m-mommy."

Let me take a second and explain what had led to this. 
Wendy, the "cry baby", was a girl from the neighbor 
hood. She was in her early twenties, but looked like 
she was still in high school. She had no where to go 
and no one who cared about her. No one except me, and 
her daughter. Wendy was the kind of girl you went to 
school with who all the girls hated because all the 
boys could get whatever they wanted from her. 

She was easy. Apparently a lack of love at home caused 
her to "act out" in an effort to get both attention and 
affection, or a reasonable substitute. At least that 
was what the school guidance counselor had said. Before 
graduation she was pregnant and with so many 
possibilities, no one was really sure who the father 
was. Her parents had kicked her out, and now she was 
trying to make it on her own. She came to me looking 
for work. 

I manage a little music store at a local strip mall. 
She walked in for her interview trying to look 
professional I guess. She wore a rather plain white 
button down blouse and a dark gray skirt, with charcoal 
stockings and black shoes. 

Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and 
her make-up was surprisingly tasteful. You should see 
some of the teenage whores that come parading through 
here all slutted up. After what I found out later I 
guess she was probably working hard to put her past 
behind her. How could I refuse? 

It didn’t take long before I noticed the money. About 
once a week the till would seem a bit off but it was 
hard to figure out why. Something wasn’t right. Then I 
caught it. Whenever Wendy closed there seemed to be a 
large number of gift certificates and return slips. The 
bitch was running a scam! She’d ring a fake sale using 
the store copy of a customer’s gift certificate, then 
ring out a refund on the same transaction for cash! I 
pulled her into the back office and confronted her the 
next day. That was the first time I saw how beautiful 
she was when she cried. 

She gave me her sob story about being a young single 
mom trying to make it on her own. How everyone had 
turned their backs on her and she had no one to turn to 
. And how she would do anything, she repeated that, 
anything if I’d give her another chance and not call 
the cops. I wonder if she knew then what she knows now, 
would she still have said that? This was the second 
time I said to myself…

"How could I refuse?"

Things progressed rather quickly. One day I was getting 
her to blow me, her kneeling under the counter, as I 
rang up a long line of customers. The next I was 
letting her move in with me. Her and Samantha, her four 
year old daughter. That’s when things started to get 
interesting. 

Sammy was a bright kid the spitting image of her mom. 
Blonde and the same bright blue eyes. She had a very 
close bond with Wendy. She followed "Mommy" around the 
place and would repeat things and try and emulate Wendy 
in every way. And they would always take baths together 
too. I’m not a woman, obviously, so maybe it’s natural. 
I don’t know. It was when I was walking past the 
bathroom on one of those occasions that I started to 
work up a plan in my head. 

"mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"When can I have thingies like you?"

"What!?" Wendy replied, a sly smile on her face.

"milky thingies…like you." As Sammy said this she 
reached out and poked at her mother's tits.

"Not ‘til you’re older sweetie…and they’re boobies, not 
thingies"

"boobies! milky boobies!" Sammy began giggling and 
poking more playfully at her mother’s chest. Soon they 
were both laughing, and then I almost shot my load. I 
saw something so sweet, so innocent, that I started to 
twist in my head so badly. Wendy kissed her impish 
little girl on the forehead and then held her close to 
her chest…and Samantha began to suck on her mother’s 
nipple. I’m sure, at the time, it was completely 
innocent, a tender moment between a mother and child, 
but the gears in my head turned with each throb of my 
hard cock. 

The next morning I told Wendy what I saw and told her 
what I expected. I made her well aware of her past and 
how if I went to child protective services it would 
certainly be held against her. She was between my cock 
and hard place. She had no choice but to comply or 
she’d lose her little girl. I had her right where I 
wanted her!

So now, here she is laid out on the bed a rubber nipple 
sticking out of her cunt about to let her own little 
girl try and suck something out of it. Tears rolling 
down her cheeks. Man, this was going to be hot!


CHAPTER 2


Little Sammy I’m sure was more than a bit scared. Here 
was her "mommy" sitting completely naked on the bed, 
while the "nice" man they lived with stood there with 
his dick in hand at the side of the bed. Wendy began to 
remove her daughter’s clothes, pausing only briefly to 
wipe at her tear-stained cheeks.

"Her panties." I said.

"W-what?"

"Sammy’s panties. Take them off. Then I want you to 
sniff them and tell me what it’s like."

"I-I... {sniffle}..."

"NOW! Don’t make me ask again!"

When I started to raise my voice I could see the tears 
start to well up in Sammy’s eyes too. I wasn’t looking 
myself, but I bet they both saw the pre-cum start to 
drip from my piss-hole. Wendy pulled her daughter close 
and began to reassure her as she pulled the little 
girl’s underwear down. Slowly she raised them to her 
nose and inhaled. 

"N-nothing. I don’t s-smell anything."

"Try again. Breathe deeper."

She looked at me for a long time, and then as I started 
to raise my hand, she took another deep breath. I 
thought for just a second, I saw her tongue flick out 
at the pink cotton. She closed her eyes, and let out 
the air, slowly.

"T-tangy, like sweat or p-pee."

"How did it taste?" She blushed. "Yes, I saw you." 

I turned my attention to Sammy.

"It’s ok sweetie, we’re all just going to play some 
games today." That got her to smile. "Your mommy looks 
pretty silly with that bottle top between her legs 
doesn’t she?"

"yes." She still smiled and I could almost detect a 
small giggle.

"You know what I think would be more silly? If you 
sucked on like it was a bottle." I may have jumped the 
gun a bit, she began to shy away and pull tighter to 
her mom. It was actually quite a beautiful picture, her 
small face and beautifully teary eyes framed by Wendy’s 
soft full tits.

"Wendy, don’t you think that would be fun?" It was 
really less a question and more of a hurry up and get 
your little bitch to cooperate.

"N-n…yes…it’ll be f-fun Sammy." With that Wendy leaned 
back. Sammy fell down on her, still clutching her 
mother’s chest. Wendy saw me ball up a fist as my 
frustration mounted and gently began to push her 
daughter down toward her exposed cunt. Sammy shivered a 
bit, I’d like to think in anticipation but probably out 
of nervousness or fear. It didn’t matter which really. 

"Go ahead b-baby... just... {sniffle}... just like a 
bottle."

"Mommy?"

"Please baby, do it for m-mommy."

Sammy was hesitant. She looked at her mother’s neatly 
trimmed pussy not fully understanding what was 
happening. She had to push her head in very close to 
reach the nipple. Her tiny pink tongue poked out and 
just touched at the tip. Then slowly, she circled her 
sweet little mouth around the rubber and began to suck 
at it. In no time she was working at the nipple like 
she really expected it to produce milk. 

I looked up at Wendy’s face. Her eyes were closed and 
she had an almost peaceful look on her face. Her lips 
pulled tight and started to twist into the same sly 
grin I had seen in the tub. One hand began to glide up 
her tummy and work at her own hard pink nipples. The 
other, almost unconsciously reached again for Sammy’s 
panties. She sniffed them again. A long deep breath. I 
looked down just in time to see Sammy pull away from 
her mommy’s now sopping wet cunt with a startled look 
on her face.

"it’s not milk." She said. "it’s kinda salty."

"Is it bad?" I asked.

"umm…it’s ok."

"Should I try it?"

"yeah! you can do silly things too."

I moved down between Wendy’s thighs and pulled her legs 
apart wide. She was dripping. I wondered how much was 
drool from little Sammy and how much was pure hot pussy 
juice. I licked at her like a thirsty dog. Long tongue 
strokes putting pressure on her stiff little clit. 
Wendy was starting to moan, and Sammy began giggling. 

"you’re being silly! that’s not how peoples get a 
drink. that’s what doggies do."

"Why don’t you play doggie to Sammy?" I said as I 
pulled away, taking the nipple with me.

Sammy climbed between her mother’s legs again and began 
licking, trying to mock what I had done. I took the 
little girls panties and pushed them toward Wendy’s 
mouth. Tracing the soft cotton around the lips that 
were still painted in a smile.

"Taste her. Taste your own little baby’s cunt on her 
panties. Suck ’em while she plays like a good girl, 
like a good little bitch licking mommy’s cunt." I 
whispered in her ear as I pushed the underwear in her 
mouth. Wendy began grabbing handfuls of blanket 
tightly. She was moaning, her hips rocking in a rhythm 
against her baby’s tongue. Then her hands flew up and 
pressed Sammy’s face deep into her snatch and she 
fucked her cunt on her daughter’s face. 

In a fit of wild perverse passion, Wendy either wasn’t 
aware or didn’t care that her baby girl couldn’t 
breathe. All she cared about was that she was about to 
cum harder than she ever had. Sammy began flailing her 
arms, slapping her mother’s thighs, leaving tiny red 
hand prints. 

Then almost as quickly as it started, Wendy collapsed. 
Her little girl’s panties still in her mouth. Sammy, 
gasping for air began to cry. Wendy quickly came 
around, tears streaming down her own face. "Oh, God! Oh 
no! I didn’t!"

"Did my little ladies have fun?" 

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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