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Charlotte 
by Norm DePloom (normdeploom@hotmail.com)

***

A story about the seduction of Charlotte, my 
housekeeper's daughter. (Mdom/Ff, d/s, nc, rp, huml)

***

Author Note: If you don't like sex stories, don't read 
it. If you don't like stories about sex with underage 
children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about 
forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the 
arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for 
any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, 
don't read it.

***

-= The Butt =-

Every time Charlotte, my housekeeper's daughter 
approached the door to my study she would stop where, 
she thought, I could not see her and adjust her hair and 
clothes then, thrusting out her still small breasts she 
would walk past my door on whatever errand her mother 
had sent her on. On this particular day, I had overheard 
Charlotte begging her mother for five dollars to 
purchase whatever it was that teenage girls could not 
live without.

"Charlotte," I called out softly as she walked past the 
door for the fifth time that day.

"Yes sir?" Charlotte asked, stepping just inside the 
doorway. I was struck once more, as I was every time I 
saw her, by Charlotte's dark Hispanic beauty and 
sexuality.

"Come here," I ordered imperiously. I watched as her 
youthful, breast-thrusting, confidence melted, being 
overtaken by childish apprehension. I pushed my chair 
back from my desk and turned to face her as she crossed 
the room.

"I hear you need five dollars, is that true?" I asked 
her when she finally came to a stop, her own knees just 
inches from mine.

"Yes sir," she answered, her arms hanging to her side, 
her face looking down and her weight shifting nervously 
from foot to foot. "I need to buy..." I cut her off with 
a wave of my hand.

"I don't care what it is you wish to buy." I informed 
her. "I only want to know how badly you want the money." 
I watched her face turn bright red.

"Oh no," I chuckled. "I'm not going to ask you to do 
anything really naughty." I assured her. I saw relief on 
her face, mixed with the blush.

"I'll give you this," I said as I took a crisp new five-
dollar bill out and put it on my desk. "If you let me 
feel you behind." I paused. "On top of your clothes of 
course." I said with a disarming smile. Not waiting for 
her answer I reached around my hands and began to caress 
and knead both cheeks of her shapely firm young butt. I 
continued until she looked up and met my eyes.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked her.

"Yes sir," she answered softly; I felt her body 
beginning to relax.

"Watch the clock on my desk." I told her and let me know 
when five minutes is up. "You get one dollar for each 
minute I caress your rear." I stretched the definition 
of 'rear', letting my hands roam onto her thighs and my 
fingers curl into her butt crack. I could feel her 
crinkled ass twitch when my fingers pressed against it 
through her skirt and cotton panties.

I heard a deep sigh as Charlotte placed her hands on my 
shoulders and spread her legs, just a little. Looking 
up, I saw that her eyes were closed and a smile was 
growing on her full lips. She was not watching the clock 
on my desk. She obviously did not care how long I 
continued. My cock was bulging against the front of my 
trousers when, just as the clock indicated the end of my 
five minutes, I pushed my fingers further in between her 
legs, following the curve of her crotch from her ass to 
the point where I could feel the warmth of her tender 
young sex through her clothes. I let my fingers remain 
there, pressing against her, and feeling her pressing 
back against my fingers until I felt just a hint of her 
hips beginning to rock trying to increase the 
stimulation she was feeling. Then I released her rear 
end and picked up the five-dollar bill.

Making no effort to hide the hard cock pushing against 
the front of my trousers, I walked Charlotte to the 
door. Charlotte's face reflected a combination of 
disappointment and unfulfilled lust.

"If you need more money next week," I said as I handed 
her the bill. "Come back and see me again." As I closed 
the door to my study I heard the door to the bathroom 
down the hall close. Walking back to my desk I unzipped 
my pants and pulled my hard throbbing cock from its 
confinement in my trousers.

I sat back in my desk chair and slowly stroked myself as 
I remembered the feel of her firm young butt in my hands 
and imagined Charlotte setting on the toilet, her white 
cotton panties down around her ankles and her legs 
spread wide, as she rubs herself more and more 
frantically until her body stiffens and she cums with a 
loud moan. At that point I shot more and harder than I 
could remember shooting in many years. It arched over my 
desk landing on the carpeted floor on the other side. 
The second spurt landed on the book I had been reading 
when Charlotte had so pleasantly interrupted my 
afternoon. The remainder oozed out and ran down the 
shaft of my softening member.


-= The Belly Button =-

The memory of Charlotte's firm butt, the warmth of her 
crotch through her cotton panties and skirt, plus the 
imagined vision of her taking care of her needs setting 
on the toilet was enough to keep me hard and spewing cum 
for a week.

I must admit I had already jerked off twice in 
anticipation of Charlotte's arrival. I heard Charlotte 
and her mother arrive and listened as they moved around 
the house completing housekeeping chores. Finally, when 
she could get away from her mother for a few minutes, 
Charlotte appeared at the door to my study. I looked up 
from my book and felt a bolt of excitement surge through 
my body, the kind of excitement you only feel when you 
are about to engage in a really depraved forbidden 
sexual act.

"Why don't you close the door?" I suggested waving her 
into the room. After peaking up and down the hall to 
insure her mother wasn't looking Charlotte quietly 
closed the door then crossed the room to stand in front 
of me. The conflicting emotions playing across her face 
were as easily read as the open book on my desk. The 
desire for money and the eagerness to re-experience the 
wonderfully exciting feelings she remembered from last 
week mixed with the guilt of being so terribly 'naughty' 
with a man several times her age.

"This time," I said looking her directly in the eyes as 
I pulled two brand new five-dollar bills from my pocket 
and put them on my desk. "-I want to feel that nice 
tight little ass of yours, just like I did last week." 
Charlotte blushed bright red, but did not look away from 
my gaze. "And-" I continued. "-for the second five I 
want to kiss your belly-button while I'm doing it."

"Kiss my belly-button?" Charlotte giggled loudly then 
covered her mouth and looked around like she expected to 
see her mother standing behind her.

"Hold the bottom of your blouse up," I instructed moving 
her hands into the proper positions. "-and your skirt's 
waistband down." Charlotte continued giggling softly as 
she held her clothes, exposing her navel for my amorous 
attentions.

"That tickles." Charlotte giggled as my mustache and 
beard brushed her stomach causing her abdominal muscles 
to involuntary pull away. I planted my hands firmly on 
the back of her thighs and pulled her bare midriff 
firmly against my waiting mouth.

Charlotte's girlish giggles quickly turned to very 
womanly moans as I snaked my tongue around her navel 
and, slipping my hands up under her skirt, moved my 
fingers over her warm moist crotch with only her thin 
white cotton panties between my fingertips and her 
tender young girl-flesh. As soon as my fingers touched 
the area between her legs Charlotte bent her knees, 
moving her thighs apart and pushing herself down against 
my invading digits. With each stroke of my fingers 
Charlotte would rock her hips back, making sure that I 
would touch her most sensitive spot every time.

As her first orgasm approached Charlotte wrapped her 
arms around my head for support and, with more and more 
forceful grunts, thrust herself back and forth against 
my fingers until, throwing her head back and whipping 
her hair from side to side, she chanted 
'oh...god...oh...god.. ' over and over rocking her hips 
and stroking herself forcefully on my fingers in time 
with her chanting.

The chanting, and the hip thrusts, continued at an 
accelerating pace until every muscle in her body 
suddenly became rigid and she stood almost completely 
still except for the small pelvic gyrations she used to 
grind her clitoris against my fingertips. This was 
accompanied by a high-pitched 'Nnnnnnnnn... 
Nnnnnnnnnn....' She was holding my face smashed against 
her stomach, and I was beginning to wonder if I would 
ever be allowed to breathe again when she screamed 
'GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING SHIT' and, her body suddenly 
relaxing, and almost collapsed. I held Charlotte up and 
after handing her the money supported her until she was 
ready to leave the room.

Charlotte's flush of sexual excitement was slowly 
replaced with a blush of total embarrassment as she 
straightened her cloths and walked self-consciously to 
the door of my study. As the sexual excitement drained 
from her I could see waves of shame wash over her face, 
shame over the display of unbridled lust she had just 
finished. As soon as the door closed I finished my self 
off just as I had the previous week.

I stroked myself gently as I thought about my little 
beauty and the important precedence we had just set. Now 
she knew that she would be paid more every week, but in 
exchange she would be expected to offer more access to 
her body.


-= The Breasts =-

I spent all week eagerly looking forward to 'cleaning' 
day. I also spent the week combing the Internet 
collecting fuck pictures featuring young Hispanic women, 
all of whom bore startling similarities to Charlotte. I 
spent a good bit of time during the week jerking off to 
a video clip I had downloaded that stared a Hispanic 
slut who could have been Charlotte's twin sister. My 
plans definitely included making my own version of this 
little feature staring Charlotte and myself.

The following week I was waiting in my study with a 
brand new unwrinkled ten and a new unwrinkled five 
already laid out on the desk when, late in the day, 
Charlotte finally walked into the room. Without waiting 
to be told Charlotte closed the door and walked over to 
where I sat.

My cock hardened, visibly tenting my trousers as I 
watched her cross the room. Without a word I placed my 
hands on her thighs and pulled her firm young body 
close. This time she had worn a cut off T-shirt that 
left her flat well-muscled stomach naked, ready for my 
attentions. I slipped my right hand under her skirt and 
instead of kissing her belly button, I stared directly 
into her large beautiful eyes while I reached up with my 
left hand and caressed her breasts.

She stared back unflinching as I hardened her nipples 
and stroked my fingers back and forth over her panty 
covered crotch. While I concentrated on stroking her 
labia and clitoris through a layer of cotton with my 
right hand I abandoned her breasts long enough to take 
her hand and place it on my trouser covered hard cock. 
Her eyes grew wide with wonder as her hand gently moved 
up and down my cloth-covered hard-on.

As soon as her hand was deposited on my hard cock I 
returned my attention to her breasts determined to test 
her nipple's ability to stay erect. Charlotte bent her 
knees and leaned slightly forward, making herself more 
available to my caresses while making it easier to keep 
her hand moving up and down my very eager hard cock.

"Yes," I told her, starting to give her directions. 
"That's the place, that's where it feels the best...keep 
going just like that." Charlotte kept up a good steady 
pace with her hand moving up and down my trouser-covered 
hard on while she rocked her hips, rubbing her own eager 
crotch against my invading fingers at the same time. 
'That girl' I thought 'has some natural talent.'

The speed of her hand up and down my cock, and her 
rocking hips rubbing herself against my fingers 
increased in time with each other as our mutual 
excitement grew. Her body stiffened and her hand clamped 
down on the shaft of my cock as almost inaudible sounds 
like a person being slowly strangled escaped from her 
slightly opened lips. She pushed down hard against my 
fingers and jerked her hips back and forth several times 
before uttering a strangled 'Oh God' then falling to her 
knees just in time to feel my cock twitched several 
times in her hand and watch the wet spot spread along 
the material at the tip of my cock just inches from her 
wide eyes.

I leaned forward and with her hand still on my hard cock 
and my hand still on her blouse and bra covered right 
breast put my mouth to hers and slipped my tongue 
between her sweet young lips. After a brief hesitation 
Charlotte returned my kiss. Breaking off the kiss I 
helped her to her feet, handed her the fifteen dollars 
and, with my arm around her waist, walked her to the 
door.

"You are very beautiful," I told Charlotte as I opened 
the door and with a brief brush of my lips across hers 
and a gentle squeeze of her breast sent her on her way. 
Leaving the door open I returned to my desk and stared 
off into space for several minutes letting the feelings 
soak in while I marveled at how orgasmic my little slut 
had turned out to be.


-= The Bare Butt =-

Again I passed the week until Charlotte's return 
searching the Web for pictures of naked sluts who looked 
like her. I lucked out and found another video clip of 
the look-alike. This time she was taking it up the ass 
from one man while another one pounded his cock down her 
throat. I drained myself until I was sore watching that 
one over and over while thinking about Charlotte on her 
back, legs spread wide, her tender young virgin cunt wet 
and ready while she begs me to put it in her for her 
first time.

Needless to say I was waiting with my cock already hard 
and a new crisp unwrinkled twenty on the desk when she 
walked through the door the next week. Charlotte closed 
the door and, after walking nervously across the room 
under my lecherous gaze stood in front of me. Making no 
attempt to hide the bulge in my trousers I placed my 
hands on the back of her thighs and, pulled her closer 
so she stood between my knees. A loud gasp escaped from 
her when I slid my hands up her butt and under her skirt 
then, after hooking my thumbs under the elastic band, 
pulled her white cotton panties down her well-muscled 
slim young legs. Sliding my left hand back up her leg to 
rest on her now naked butt, I pushed her tight blouse 
and bra up under her armpits leaving her breasts and 
hardening nipples exposed. Without giving her a chance 
to protest, not that she was showing any desire to, I 
enveloped her right nipple in my warm mouth and swirled 
my tongue over and around the delicate morsel. While 
treating Charlotte to the ecstasy of her first nipple-
suck I moved my right hand down across her stomach, over 
her soft curly pubic hair and, as she spread her legs, 
into the wet warmth of her crotch.

Charlotte wrapped her arms around my neck and held 
herself tightly against my sucking mouth while her hips 
began their now expected rocking motion, pushing her 
sensitive clitoris and her wet engorged labia against my 
eager exploring fingers. I moved my attention to her 
other nipple while Charlotte rode my hands to her first 
orgasm. I kept one hand between her legs and my mouth 
gently working on her nipples while Charlotte's 
breathing slowly returned to normal after her body 
shaking cum. With my other hand I unzipped my trousers 
and pulled my hard throbbing cock into view. I worked my 
finger deeper into Charlotte's tight wet cunt, rubbed 
her swollen clitoris with my thumb and sucked harder on 
her crinkled nipples. I used my other hand to pull 
Charlotte's right hand from around my neck and push it 
down to my exposed hard cock. Charlotte gasped and her 
body jerked in surprise as her hand touched my hard hot 
flesh. I moved her hand up and down the shaft until she 
got the idea and I could return my hand to her crotch. 
Even with no prior experience Charlotte showed an 
amazing innate talent for stimulating me with her hand. 
I let her hard nipple slip from my mouth.
 
"Yes..." I moaned. "...rub my cock, make me cum." I 
moved my mouth to hers and pushed my tongue between her 
lips once again. A rhythmic 'Mmmmmm... Mmmmmm... Mmmmm,' 
humming came from her throat as Charlotte's tongue 
twisted and turned around mine.

When her second orgasm hit I wasn't sure if she was 
going to suck my tongue out of my head, jerk my hard 
cock loose from my body, or both. Thankfully my tongue, 
and my cock, stayed firmly attached to my body while 
Charlotte drenched my fingers with her juices during 
what appeared to be an even more intense cum than her 
first one.

"Now-, I said as I gently brought Charlotte to her knees 
between my spread legs and, placing my hand on top of 
hers, started her stroking my still hard, still 
unsatisfied cock. "-it's your turn to make me cum." 
Charlotte stared at my cock with wide-eyed wonder as her 
hand moved up and down its shaft. As I watched the 
wonderfully erotic combination of innocents and 
sensuality playing across her face, I ran my hand over 
Charlottes hair and pondered what it was going to feel 
like when my cock slipped into her tight virgin body for 
the first time.

Two or three dozen strokes later Charlotte jumped in 
startled surprise when I erupted sending my 'lipid jets 
of liquid love' as Walt Whitman described it, high into 
the air to fall back splattering on her hand and wrist. 
With an engaging sense of curiosity Charlotte brought 
her hand up to her nose and gave my cum an experimental 
sniff then, wrinkling up her nose wiped the thick liquid 
on her skirt. 'Just wait my little sex kitten-' I 
thought. '-until I make you drink it.'

I watched, my softening cock still hanging from my 
trousers while Charlotte, her embarrassment growing as 
the excitement of her orgasms diminished, straightened 
her clothes then, after grabbing the twenty-dollar bill, 
fled from the room. After the door closed behind her I 
replayed the whole thing in my mind and slowly jerked 
off and came again.


-= Mother's Protest =-

The next week passed as the previous ones had. That is I 
jerked off so many times, recalling what had already 
happened or imagining what was going to happen that I'm 
surprised my dick survived the week still attached to 
the rest of my body. Jerking off only seemed to stoke 
the lustful fires that had been ignited by Charlotte's 
hot, sexy, virginal body and I was in a heightened state 
of horniness by the time cleaning day arrived. But 
instead of a willing, eager-to-learn, slut in training I 
was confronted with an angry mother calling me a child 
molester and threatening to call the police. I listened 
to her tirade only briefly before moving to regain 
control of the situation.

"Sit down," I instructed her as I moved to the door, 
"and shut up." I finished as I closed and locked the 
door. "You are not going to go to the police-" I 
continued as I slipped the door key into my pocket and 
returning to my desk chair sat facing Charlotte's 
mother.

"Why not?" She asked her anger beginning to give way to 
apprehension.

"Because it would do you no good," I answered with a 
spider that caught the fly look on my face. "Both the 
Chief of Police and the District Attorney are old 
buddies of mine, and since you don't have a green card I 
could easily convince them that this is all a plot by 
you and your slut daughter to extort money from me."

"My Daughter is not a slut." Charlotte's mother 
insisted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Last week she came twice with my fingers buried inside 
her, then got down on her knees and gave me a hand job 
before collecting her twenty dollars." I paused briefly 
before continuing. "If that's not a slut I don't know 
what is."

"Not only is she a slut," I continued as I stood up and 
paced around the room. "-but she is well on her way to 
being a whore."

"On the other hand," I said as I stopped behind the 
chair where she was sitting and put my right hand on her 
shoulder. "-she is I'm sure still a virgin, at least for 
now." Charlotte's mother tried to pull away from my hand 
but I gripped her shoulder and held her in the chair.

"Now," I continued placing my left hand on her other 
shoulder. "I will tell you what your real options are."

"You could quit working for me-" I began to massage her 
shoulders as I talked. "-but if you do you'd better move 
to different city." I leaned down close to her left ear 
and spoke softly. "Two reasons why you would have to 
leave town,-" I let my hot breath flow over her neck. 
"First your daughter, the virgin slut, knows how to ride 
a bus and will be over here in a flash the first time 
she needs some money-" I inhaled deeply pulling her odor 
into my nose. "-and believe me she will have to do a lot 
more than give me a hand job at that time." My 
'massaging' of her shoulders became decidedly more 
'caress' like. "Secondly if you and your slut daughter 
stay in this town I'll make sure you get deported." I 
let that sink in while my fingers began to move just 
under the edge of her blouse.

"In fact," I moved my beard to tickle her neck, "I bet I 
could get you deported and arrange to have Charlotte put 
into my care as a foster parent." I moved my mouth to 
the other side of her head and tickled her ear with my 
beard as I spoke. "Just think of the fun I could have 
with her then." Charlotte's mother sobbed and more tears 
streaked down her face.

"Now-" I said as I held her down in the chair with my 
arms and, pushing my hands down inside her blouse, began 
to work my fingers under the edge of her bra. "-the 
second option. We could add fucking to your job 
description." I forced my hands inside her bra and 
cupped her breasts. Despite her sobs and tears I could 
feel her nipples hardening against the palms of my 
hands.

"I'll pay you an extra twenty-five dollars a week," I 
said nuzzling her ear and neck as I spoke, my hands 
massaging her breasts. "And you fuck me whenever and 
however I want." I paused and snaked my tongue into her 
ear. Her body was definitely responding to my forced 
attentions. "Of course there is still the bus problem." 
I paused then continued. "You and I both know that your 
little slut whore of a daughter will be over here 
begging me to fuck her so she can buy a CD or some 
lipstick." Her nipples were hard against my hands and 
her breathing was becoming more ragged.

"And now, your best all around choice." I shifted my 
hands so I could rub her hard nipples between my thumbs 
and forefingers. "I'll pay you and extra two hundred 
dollars each week..." I paused to let the amount sink 
in. "You will fuck me whenever I want..." Again I 
paused. This time I was rewarded with a low moan from 
Charlotte's mother. "And you will keep your nose out of 
Charlotte's and my business."

"I'm willing give you some time to think over your 
options, but you left Charlotte home today so you owe 
me..." Pulling my hands out of her bra I grabbed her 
blouse on each side of the collar and ripped it open, 
sending buttons flying all over the room. "Some 
fucking." I finished as I grabbed both sides of her 
fasten-in-front bra and ripped it open. Before she could 
respond I grabbed the back collar of her blouse then, 
pulling her up and pushing her forward followed 
immediately by pulling her torn and ruined blouse and 
bra down and back, sent her stumbling across the floor 
naked from the waist up. Moving quickly around the chair 
I held Charlotte's mother from behind with an arm around 
her waist and ripped her skirt from the waistband about 
half way down to the bottom.

About this time it finally sank in that she was about to 
be raped and Charlotte's mother started trying to fight 
me off. I already had a good hold on her so I wrestled 
her arms behind her back then, holding her wrists in my 
left hand and ignoring her struggles and her sobbingly 
begging me to 'not do this' to her, I forced her to bend 
over pushing her breasts against the cold hard wood desk 
top. Keeping a good grip on her wrists I pulled her 
panties off her up thrust ass and, pushing them down to 
her knees ran my hand up and down her thighs and over 
her trembling ass. I could not understand a word of the 
Spanish, which now came from her mouth between sobs, but 
I'm sure there was nothing lady-like about it. I dropped 
my pants exposing my throbbing eager cock then went back 
to my leisurely exploration of my housekeeper's most 
private area. I brought my hand down the outside of her 
right leg, crossed over the underside of knee then 
slowly moved up her inner thigh until my fingertips 
finally touched her hot wet sex. Two of my fingers sank 
effortlessly into her.

"I see my housekeeper is just as much of a slut as her 
daughter." I observed as I slid a third finger into her. 
After stroking my fingers in and out of her wet opening 
several times I grasped the base of my hard cock and 
rubbed its head up and down her well-lubricated slit. I 
positioned my cock head at the opening to her cunt then, 
after grabbing one of her wrists in each of my hands and 
moving her arms over her head until we were both 
grabbing the far edge of the desk, my body covering hers 
completely holding her down to the surface of the 
desktop, I pushed my cock into her in one long slow 
thrust.

I fucked her long and hard, slamming her body between 
mine and the desk, hammering my cock in and out of her 
until her tears of shame and rage were replaced with 
screams of orgasmic joy. After fucking her, I 
confiscated her torn clothing.

"You can have these back when you've finished your work. 
You will clean my house naked from now on," I told her. 
"And whenever you hear this bell," I picked up a bell 
from my desk and rang it. "You will come back here ready 
to fuck in whatever way I want." Several times over the 
next couple of hours I would wander around the house 
catching glimpses of her vacuuming, dusting or doing the 
laundry naked.

After about three hours I heard her working in the 
kitchen and wondered into that portion of the house. 
Entering the room quietly I walked up behind my 
housekeeper without her realizing I was there. She 
jumped almost off the floor when I placed an arm on each 
side of her, holding onto the edge of the sink with each 
hand and trapping her between the counter and myself.

"Have you ever been ass fucked." I asked her grinding 
myself against her butt.

"N..N..No." She stammered.

"Well, Teresa," I said holding her against the counter 
with my body as I released my grip on the edge of the 
sink and moved my hands up to cup her breasts. "Today is 
your lucky day."

"If I were you," I continued as I released one of her 
tits and dropped my pants. "I'd get some of that olive 
oil on this dick before it gets shoved up your ass. That 
is of course unless you like the idea of getting butt 
fucked without any lubrication."

"No...please don't do that." She moaned in terror. 
Reaching for the indicated decanter of olive oil, Teresa 
poured a pool of oil into the palm of her hand, then 
applying the lubricant to my hard cock looked up at my 
eyes.

"Please don't" She begged as her hand spread the oil 
over my cock and her eyes reflected her fear of what was 
to come.

"Oh yes my little whore housekeeper," I said bending her 
at the waist and pushing her breasts down almost into 
the sink. "You better get used to this," I continued as 
I started pushing my oiled cock against her tightly 
closed sphincter. "Because I really love fucking nice 
tight asses." She whined and moaned in pain as her 
virgin ass stretched to accommodate my hard cock.

"What gets you wetter," I asked leaning over to whisper 
in her ear as the last two inches of my cock slipped 
into her abused ass. "Thinking about what I'm going to 
do to you next," I gave my cock an extra shove to make 
sure it was all the way in. "Or imagining what I'm doing 
to Charlotte when the study door is closed?"

"Please," she whimpered as I pulled my cock out leaving 
only my cockhead inside, being held in place by her 
tight sphincter muscle. "I'll be your fuck toy, I... 
I'll fuck whenever and however you want... just 
please... don't fuck my daughter." Just as she said 
'daughter' I slammed my cock into her hard banging her 
against the counter.

"Oh my god!" she screamed as her breath was knocked out 
of her. "You're ripping me apart." I pulled my cock out 
and slammed it into her ass with even more brutal force.

"Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee!!" She wailed.

"You just haven't learned yet," I yelled back at her 
slamming my cock into her abused ass once again. "You 
and Charlotte are both going to be my whores." I heard 
nothing more from her other than yelps of pain as I 
slammed my cock into her over and over. This was 
intended to be a punishment fuck and I was determined to 
make sure every stroke caused her pain. Feeling strong 
and powerful I held her ass impaled on my cock while I 
pumped my cum into her bowels then, pulling out, I 
walked off leaving her collapsed on the floor sobs 
racking her body. Twenty minutes later I heard her up 
working around the house again and I knew I had her, 
she, and her daughter were mine.

Late in the afternoon, early evening hours she appeared 
at the door to my study, still naked, her face dirty and 
streaked with tears. I waved her over to me then, taking 
hold of her hands pulled her down to her knees in front 
of me. Then I leaned back in my chair and waited. Teresa 
slowly lifted her arms then, leaning forward unzipped my 
trousers and, pulling my cock into view, lowered her 
head and sucked me into her mouth. As my cock hardened 
in her warm wet mouth I leaned forward and, petting her 
hair, spoke to her in a soft tender voice.

"That's my good little mama whore," I said. "Suck your 
master dry then bring your little daughter whore with 
you next week so I can enjoy her." In response I heard a 
moan expressing both emotional pain and total surrender 
from the woman who was displaying an unexpected talent 
for cock sucking.

After swallowing my cum Teresa laid her head on my 
thigh, her mouth still only inches from my softening 
cock.

"Please, I beg you one more time." Tears once again 
flowed from her eyes as she spoke. "Please don't fuck my 
daughter." I lifted her head with one hand under her 
chin and looked into her eyes as I spoke.

"You are my whore now." I waited for her to acknowledge 
what I said.

"Yes." She whispered nodding her head.

"And your daughter is my whore also." I waited and 
watched as the last remnants of resistance drained from 
her.

"Yes." She whimpered with a resigned node of her head.

"Now," I said giving her a shove. "Put on your rags and 
go home." I watched as she put on her torn clothes then, 
trying to hold them in place walked from my house to the 
bus stop down the street. I imagined her on the bus, 
surrounded my men, trying to keep her obviously well 
fucked body covered with the remnants of her clothes 
while the men stared at her, bulges growing unhidden in 
their pants.


-= Mother's Okay =-

Despite her seeming acquiescence to my demands the 
previous week, I wasn't sure whether she and her 
daughter would show up the next week or not. It was 
always a possibility that she would decide to take her 
daughter and run. I found out later that she had tried, 
but that Charlotte refused to cooperate and had 
threatened to run away if she was forced to move. 
Charlotte told her mother that she saw nothing wrong 
with getting money from me for letting me touch her. 
Teresa, finally having to admit that I was right and 
that her daughter was a natural whore who would end up 
selling it no matter what she did, decided to relax and 
enjoy the extra $200.00 a week I would be paying her for 
the privilege of debauching her daughter.

The two of them arrived at their usual time and I called 
them both into my study. I sat at my desk and looked 
over the mother and daughter standing side by side in 
front of me. Charlotte was an exact younger copy of her 
mother. I would be getting the best of both the young 
freshness of the virginal Charlotte and the experienced 
sexuality of Teresa. Sensing a competition, they both 
stood straight with their breasts thrust out for my 
inspection.

"Didn't I tell you," I spoke to Teresa. "That from now 
on you were to clean my house naked?"

"Yes sir." Teresa responded blushing and dropping her 
gaze to the floor.

"Then take your clothes off." I ordered. Charlotte 
watched in open-mouthed wonder as her mother 
submissively stripped as we both watched. Teresa slowly 
removed each item of clothing and, after carefully 
folding it, laid it on the back of a chair until she 
stood naked and exposed with her arms down to her side 
in front of her daughter and me. Her face turned bright 
red, but her nipples grew hard and crinkled.

"Now go clean my house." I ordered.

"Yes sir." She answered as she turned and, mustering as 
much dignity as she could in the nude, walked from the 
room.

"How do you make her obey you like that?" Charlotte 
asked.

"I just raped her a couple of times, then offered her 
$200.00 extra each week to be my whore and not to 
interfere while I make you my whore." I said in a very 
matter of fact voice as I waved Charlotte over to where 
I sat. Charlotte gasped in unbelief and blushed at my 
language as she walked over to my desk.

"On the desk," I pointed to crisp new bills lay out on 
the desk, "is the $25.00 I would have paid you last week 
if your mother hadn't interfered, plus the $30.00 I 
planned to pay you this week." I paused to let the fact 
that there was $55.00 laid out on my desk that she could 
have if she did as I wished. I could see her nipples 
harden under her tight T-shirt, and I was willing to bet 
she was getting wet just looking at the money.

"Take off your clothes." Without taking her eyes from 
crisp unwrinkled bills laid out on my desk Charlotte 
stripped off her clothes. I pulled her closer to me and 
Charlotte willingly spread her legs for my hand as I 
slipped it into her crotch. I was right, she was wet, 
extremely wet. Despite her being a virgin I could 
probably have slipped my cock into her with minimal 
resistance.

"Money makes your cunt wet doesn't it?" I asked her 
slipping a finger inside her.

"Yes it does." Charlotte admitted dropping her eyes and 
showing at least token shame for being such a mercenary 
whore.

"What do you think about me raping your mother?" I felt 
her young pussy spasm on my finger at the reference to 
rape.

"She deserved it." Charlotte answered petulantly as her 
hips moved pushing herself against my fingers. "She took 
away the blouse I bought with the money you gave me and 
called me dirty names."

"Did she call you a slut and a whore?"

"Yes she did." Charlotte was obviously still angry with 
her mother and relished the idea of her mother being 
raped and forced to become a whore.

"You are a whore aren't you?" I asked her as my thumb 
worked on her clitoris. "My spic whore."

"Don't call me that" Charlotte yelled trying to pull 
away from my hand.

"Call you what? Spic? Or whore?" I asked, holding her in 
place and working my finger deeper into her.

"Spic." She answered giving up her half-hearted attempt 
to get away from me and concentrating again on pushing 
herself onto my fingers.

"Sit on my desk." I said as I removed my hand from her 
crotch causing a whimper to escape from her. "Lean back 
and spread your legs." Charlotte did as she was told, 
supporting herself on her elbows so she could watch as I 
pushed her legs further apart and ran my hands over her 
inner thighs. Charlotte actually blushed as I gently 
pulled her labia apart with my fingertips and, leaning 
forward, flicked my tongue back and forth over her 
swollen tender clitoris.

Her blush was replaced with heavy breathing and moans as 
my tongue and fingers explored every fold and cranny of 
her virginal young cunt. I alternated flicking my tongue 
over her clitoris and fucking it deeply into the hot wet 
interior of her pussy. While my tongue kept her cunt 
occupied I coated my finger with her lubricating 
secretions and wormed its tip into her tight ass. I 
continued my oral and digital lovemaking until Charlotte 
had, by my actual count, five orgasms. No longer being 
concerned about her mother finding out, Charlotte 
screamed, moaned and groaned her way loudly through each 
one of them. As she calmed down from her last orgasm I 
pulled her from the desk and lowered her to her knees 
between my legs with her back to the door.

"Unzip my pants and pull my cock out." Charlotte opened 
my fly slowly revealing my hard eager cock to her view.. 
Taking my cock in her hands Charlotte stroked slowly up 
and down the shaft.

"That's good," I said, placing my hands on each side of 
her head and pulling her mouth towards my cockhead. "But 
this time you have to use your mouth." I moaned as 
Charlotte's lips parted, allowing my cock access to her 
warm wet mouth.

"Nice and slow." I directed her as I guided her mouth up 
and down my cock. "Swirl your tongue around the 
head...that's good...now take it as far into your mouth 
as you can...yes...that's good...now lick the 
bottom...yes...take it in your mouth again...that's 
good..now nice and slow just move your mouth up and 
down..oh yes..." Charlotte had gotten so involved in 
practicing her new skills that she did not notice when I 
picked up the bell and rang it. Nor did she notice when 
her mother came through the door and stood a few feet 
behind her. Teresa's face reflected both anger and 
sadness, but her nipples grew hard while she watched her 
daughter giving her very first blowjob. Placing a hand 
on each of her cheeks I raised Charlotte's head an inch 
or so above my cock and looked into her eyes as I spoke.

"In a minute I'm going to shoot cum in your mouth," I 
glanced up and smiled when I caught the rage in her 
mother's eyes then looked back down at Charlotte, "and 
when I do you have to swallow it. Do you understand?" 
Charlotte nodded her head in assent, then lowered her 
mouth back onto my waiting cock.

I stretched my legs out on each side of the kneeling 
girl, leaned back in my chair, laced my fingers behind 
my head and grinned as I stared into her mother's eyes 
while Charlotte worked her mouth up and down my cock 
coaxing out her first taste of cum.

Charlotte jumped in surprise when the first spurt hit 
the back of her throat, but she kept her mouth on my 
cock swallowing rapidly and only losing a small trickle 
out of the corner of her lips. As Charlotte looked up at 
me, drooling cum from her lips, I waved for her mother 
to leave the room then pulled Charlotte up into my lap. 
Charlotte put her arms around my neck and rested her 
head on my shoulder. We sat quietly for a few minutes 
before Charlotte spoke.

"Can I call you Daddy?" She asked.

"You want to have a 'daddy' who pays you to suck his 
cock?"

"I want a 'daddy' who takes care of me and makes me feel 
wonderful like you do." Charlotte snuggled into my neck 
as she talked.

"Are you going to be my nasty little whore?" I asked 
her.

"I'll be your nasty little whore if that's what you want 
me to be." I found having a naked young girl in my lap 
very stimulating and my cock began to harden again.

"I want you to be the nastiest, dirtiest most perverted 
little whore in the whole world." I assured her with a 
long kiss, our tongues dancing in each other's mouths. 
Charlotte giggled and squirmed on top of my hardening 
cock while we kissed.

"Daddy's getting hard again." She sang in a teasing tone 
as she broke off the kiss and, reaching between her 
naked thighs, squeezed my cock. I had been running my 
hands over Charlotte's body while she sat in my lap, 
familiarizing myself and laying claim to every part of 
her.

"Did you really rape my mom?" Charlotte asked in a 
slightly more serious tone.

"Did you see her clothes when she got home?" I asked as 
my roaming right hand settled into her crotch.

"Uh-hu," Charlotte answered spreading her legs for me, 
"they were ripped. She could barely hold them on." 
Charlotte chuckled as my fingers explored her virgin 
pussy again. "She must have been really embarrassed 
having to ride the bus home like that."

"She came over here last week threatening to call the 
police." I told Charlotte as I slipped my finger into 
her. "So I ripped her clothes off, bent her over the 
desk right there and fucked the shit out of her." 
Charlotte stared at the desk like she was trying to 
picture her mother bent over getting the 'shit fucked 
out of her'. Then she grinned at me.

"Like I said, she deserved it for being so mean to me." 
I was just beginning to realize how large the pool of 
untapped 'nastiness' was in my new little whore.

"I've got something really special I'd like you to do 
for me, Lil Whore."

"What's that? " She asked eager to please her new 
'daddy' and untroubled by her nickname.

"I want you to watch me fuck your mother." Charlotte 
looked confused at first, then she grinned.

"She'll hate that, won't she?" Charlotte asked with the 
evilest grin I'd ever seen on a child that age.

"Yes," I assured her, "she will hate it. In fact." I 
continued, "I want you to help me put 'it' in her." I 
picked up the bell from the desk.

"Here," I said handing it to Charlotte, "summon the 'Big 
Whore'." Charlotte rang the bell with enthusiasm. 
Charlotte's mother, not knowing what was going to be 
done to her, or what she might witness, entered the room 
with some obvious trepidation.

"Sit with your ass on the edge of the table and spread 
your legs." I ordered. Teresa reluctantly complied 
blushing with humiliation as she moved slowly into the 
position I had ordered.

"Daddy said I could help him fuck you." Charlotte 
informed her mother, who was clearly shocked by her 
daughter's use of 'daddy' to refer to me, as well as her 
daughter's clear enthusiasm for the impending 
humiliation of her mother.

"Take my shoes and pants off of me." I ordered as I 
pushed Charlotte out of my lap. While Charlotte removed 
my clothing her mother positioned herself on the desk 
putting an arm over her face trying to hide her 
embarrassment. Once Charlotte finished removing my pants 
I stood up and removed my shirt leaving all three of us 
naked.

I put my arm around Charlotte's waist and we both looked 
at her mother's open crotch, her moist swollen labia 
parting slightly exposing the tip of her swollen 
clitoris.

"Your mother," I placed the heal of my hand on 
Charlotte's mother's pubic hair and used the tips of my 
thumb and first finger to pull her labia apart revealing 
her wet glistening inner lips and her erect clitoris, 
"has been finger fucking herself." The groan from 
Charlotte's mother told me I was right on with my guess 
as to the reason for the stimulated state of her 
genitals. Charlotte's squeals and giggles told me she 
was delighted with the idea that her mother had been 
caught.

"I bet," I spoke to Charlotte while I held her mother's 
sex open for her inspection, "you get in trouble if you 
are caught touching yourself."

"I sure do!" Charlotte answered shooting daggers at her 
embarrassed mother.

"Well," I continued, "that just shows you what a 
hypocritical whore your mother is." I continued 
displaying her mother's wet cunt. "She punished you for 
touching your sweet young pussy then she lays down on 
the kitchen floor and fucks herself silly thinking about 
you getting your first drink of cum." I removed my 
fingers form Teresa's crotch.

"How many orgasms did you have?" When the question was 
met only with silence I picked up a roll of papers from 
the desk and brought it down across her exposed cunt. 
Charlotte's mother cried out in pain.

"Don't make me ask you again." I said as I raised the 
paper roll over my head for a more forceful blow.

"Two." She sobbed. "I came twice."

"From now on," I said as I lowered the paper and tossed 
it back onto the desk beside her, "you will not cum 
unless I or Charlotte are fucking you or give you 
permission."

"What you want to bet that your 'Big Whore' mama has one 
huge mother humping vibrator hidden somewhere in her 
bedroom." Needless to say my cock was staying rock hard 
during all of this.

"Why don't we make her bring it with her next week and 
show us how she uses it." Charlotte suggested with an 
air of fainted innocents. While I loved the way this 
girl though, she obviously had some serious issues with 
her mother.

"I have a better idea," I replied as I idly stroked the 
insides of Charlotte's mother's spread thighs, "since 
she's no longer allowed to cum unless you or I are 
fucking her." As I talked I moved my hand to Teresa's 
crotch and, using my thumb and forefinger, stroked her 
still swollen clitoris like it was a miniature cock. "As 
soon as I'm done fucking her 'Big Whore' here is going 
to take the bus home and get that big ass vibrator, and 
any other nasty little sex toys she has hidden in her 
bedroom and bring them to me."

"Have you ever seen a cunt before?" I asked Charlotte as 
I slipped my hand down to her firm young ass.

"No," she replied not taking her eyes off her mother's 
exposed cunt.

"I want you to snuggle your face into your mother's 
crotch and French kiss her pussy like I did yours 
earlier." My Little Whore did me proud and barely 
hesitated before she lowered her head and gave her 
mother's waiting cunt a tentative lick.

"No...no...no!" Her mother sobbed over and over like a 
mantra. With my hard dick bouncing in front of me, I 
walked around the desk and, moving Teresa's arm away 
from her face, lifted her to a setting position.

"You have got to watch this," I whispered in her ear as 
she held herself propped up on her elbows. "It's not 
every mom who gets to watch her daughter's first pussy 
lick." I reached an arm around each side of her and, 
cupping a breast in each hand pinched and twisted her 
nipples.

"You're getting hot," I whispered in her ear as Teresa 
began making small, jerking fucking motions with her 
hips. "Oh how you love being forced." Releasing her 
breasts I pulled her down onto her back then, with her 
head hanging over the edge of the desk I forced my cock 
between her lips and into her mouth. Charlotte stopped 
licking long enough to watch as my hard cock forced its 
way into her mother's throat, then dived eagerly back 
into her mother's crotch. As I fucked forcefully in and 
out of Teresa's unwilling mouth I hooked my hands under 
her knees and, pulling them back and apart, bent Teresa 
nearly in half opening her more completely for her 
daughter's continued exploration.

Charlotte's enthusiastic tongue work in her mother's 
sloppy wet cunt, as well as her high vacuum sucking on 
her mother's already swollen, over stimulated clitoris 
caused Teresa's unheard moans to vibrate against my cock 
as I worked it deeper and deeper into her throat. Long 
strings of saliva flowed down from her stretched lips 
into her hanging hair. Teresa's chest heaved as she 
tried to suck air around my cock every time I pulled 
myself from her throat. She reached back over her head 
and held onto my thighs while I pounded my cock 
relentlessly into her mouth, my balls slapping her nose 
and eyes.

Pulling my drool-covered throbbing rock hard cock from 
Teresa's abused mouth I moved around the desk and, after 
pushing Charlotte out of my way, grabbed one of Teresa's 
thighs in each hand and forced myself inside her in one 
pounding thrust. Charlotte looked up in confusion from 
where she landed then, getting to her feet Charlotte 
stood beside me and watched with wide eyed wonder as I 
pumped in and out of her mother.

"Climb on the desk," I instructed Charlotte releasing 
one of Teresa's thighs and giving Charlotte's naked butt 
a firm squeeze, "and squat over your mother's face." I 
kept myself firmly planted inside Teresa while I helped 
her daughter up onto the desk. Charlotte pushed her 
virgin pussy against her mother's open mouth and rocked 
her hips positioning herself to receive the most 
stimulation from the maternal tongue.

Raising up on her knees, and pushing herself more firmly 
against her mother's overworked mouth, Charlotte wrapped 
her arms around my neck and, after pulling our heads 
together pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth. When 
our lips met it was like an electric circuit closing as 
wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy coursed through our 
connected bodies until we collapsed in one tangled heap.

Charlotte and I each laid at an angle, our mouths still 
connected in a long passionate kiss, my cock still 
buried inside her mother and Charlottes hot young pussy 
resting on her mother's cheek. We broke our kiss and lay 
together until my softening cock slipped from Teresa's 
wet pussy.

Charlotte suddenly climbed down from the desk and 
yelling 'I'll be right back' ran from the room. I moved 
to my desk chair and left Teresa laying spread legged on 
the desk where her oozing cunt drooled lubricant and 
cum.

"Put this on." Charlotte commanded her mother, tossing 
one of my old T-shirts which landed on Teresa's stomach. 
Teresa sat up unsteadily on the edge of the desk with 
her feet on the floor and pulled the T-shirt over her 
head. Charlotte had made an excellent choice, the T-
shirt was old and the material was thin. The shirt was 
long enough to be 'decent' as her only piece of 
clothing, but the thin material clung to her body 
accentuating every curve. The size, shape and even color 
of her aureoles and nipples could be easily seen through 
the shirt. The material was so thin that you could 
easily make out the dark triangle of her pubic hair. 
Once she was dressed and Charlotte and I had our fill of 
discussing her new choice in slutty clothes I gave her 
just enough money for the bus trip home and back then 
sent the red-faced, humiliated Teresa, who reeked of 
cum, home to retrieve all of her sex toys.

To pass the time until Teresa's return I amused myself 
by playing with Charlotte's firm body while we 
speculated about her mother's ride on the bus. Charlotte 
moved like a cat, and almost purred in contentment, as 
my hands roamed over her youthful skin. After many 
minutes of this play Charlotte sank to her knees between 
my legs and sucked my cock back into her hot eager 
mouth. While Charlotte practice her new skill, licking 
kissing and sucking on my hard cock I, between tips on 
how to be better cock sucker, instructed her on the care 
and feeding of a submissive whore like her mother.

"Your mother," I told her as I stroked her hair, "is the 
kind of slut who can only really cum, can only really 
enjoy fucking if she's being forced." I put my hands on 
each side of Charlotte's head and adjusted the speed of 
her mouth up and down my cock's shaft.

"You noticed that when we dressed her in that old T-
shirt, and sent her out in public with her naked tits 
and cunt visible underneath the thin material, that she 
begged us not to make her do it. She begged us not to, 
but, secretly hoping that we would, she did not refuse 
to go. She did not put on her regular clothes and 
leave." I paused to watch Charlotte's head bob up and 
down as her lips, stretched around my cock, moved up and 
down its shaft in a steady rhythm.

"When the two of you go home I want you to continue to 
dominate her. Make her do any dirty nasty thing you can 
think of. Certainly make her eat your pussy any time you 
want to cum, and be sure to eat her, but beyond that 
never pass up an opportunity to make her act like a 
whore in front of other people. If you want to invite 
the high school football team over and make her fuck 
every one of them then by all means do it." The speed of 
Charlotte's mouth up and down my cock grew with visions 
of her mother fucking a room full of teenage football 
players.

"Better yet," I continued as I slipped my hands between 
our bodies and caressed Charlotte's beautiful firm young 
breasts. "Set up a chair and table beside the bed and 
make each of them pay you before they climb on top of 
your mother to fuck her. That will increase her 
humiliation which will increase her pleasure and be a 
nice source of income for you." Charlotte's nipples 
hardened against my palms as I talked about her charging 
boys for fucking her mother.

"Keep one hand on the base of my cock," I instructed my 
eager pupil, "and use your other hand to finger 
yourself." Charlotte, keeping a firm grip on my hard 
cock with her left hand, moved her right hand between 
her legs and started rubbing circles over her already 
stimulated clitoris.

"I want you to make yourself cum before I cum." I 
instructed her as I leaned back in the chair and, 
stretching my legs out on each side of my little cock 
sucking whore, enjoyed the feel and the sight of her 
mouth on my cock. Since I'd already cum a couple of 
times I knew she was in for a marathon cock sucking 
episode.

Her sucking declined to licks and kisses on the head and 
underside of my cock as her rapidly moving fingers 
brought her closer and closer to her own orgasm. She 
came hard, holding onto the base of my cock with one 
hand while frantically rubbing circles around her 
clitoris with the other and rubbing my hard cock over 
her now slime covered face. As her orgasm faded 
Charlotte was left resting her head on my thigh while 
she slowly moved her hand up and down my hard shaft.

"I'll give you an additional five dollars," I said 
lifting her head up so I could see her face, "if you can 
make yourself cum again before I cum." Her features were 
slack with fatigue and satiated lust, but the offer of 
money brought the mercenary spirit out in my little 
whore and she went back to work on herself, and on me.

"In fact," I continued lifting her mouth off of my cock 
again, "I'll pay you five dollars for every time you can 
make yourself cum between now and when your mother gets 
back with her sex toy's." Charlotte grinned and went 
back to work on her cunt with her right hand while she 
licked the underside of my shaft, then enveloped my hard 
cock in her hot wet mouth.

I spent the rest of the time until Charlotte's mother 
returned kicked back in my chair watching my slut cum 
over and over while she paid just enough attention to my 
cock to keep me hard and interested.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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