They reached her porch and she let them in.

      “You don’t lock the door?”

      “This is the small town, Callum,” she said with a snort.

      “Even so, a pretty young girl like you needs to be careful about things like that.”

      She flicked on the lights, and quickly pulled the curtains on the living room window.

      “You live alone?”

      “Yep. Just me and myself.”

      “All the more reason you need to be careful,” he said, sounding disapproving.

      She smiled. “You think some nasty old man will grab me and do – nasty things to me?” 
 “I think a lot of men would like to do nasty things to you,” he said, looking down at her.

      She smiled coyly and leaned against the wall. “What kind of things?”

      He raised his hand and let a finger brush the hair away from her eye, then traced the finger down the side of her face, along the nape of her neck, down along her upper chest, and in against the center of her chest just where her breasts were squeezed together.

      Jude found herself unable to breath.

      “That would depend on how bad a man it was,” he said in a low voice.

      She swallowed several times. “You mean, a bad man like you?”

      “That depends on how bad a girl you are,” he said.

      “I-I can be pretty bad,” she said, fighting to keep her voice even.

      “Really? You know what happens to bad girls?”

      His fingers was now slowly twisting from side to side under the knot, caressing the edges of her breasts.

      “Wh-what?” she gulped.

      “Someone puts them over their knee and spanks them.”

      She chuckled weakly.

      “How old are you, little girl?”

      “Old enough,” she said challengingly.

      “For what?”

      “For whatever!”

      He eased his finger out and instead gripped the knot holding the shirt together and slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, tugged on it, pulling the knot loose.

      Jude felt her pulse racing and her chest getting so tight it was hard to breath.

      He hooked a thumb through the still bound shirt and finished opening the knot. The shirt dropped loose around her, open in the middle from neck to waist, showing the inner sides of her breasts.

      “Have you ever been with a man before?” he asked as his hand slid into her shirt and up to cup her bare breast.

      She let out a nervous bark of laughter. “You think I’m a virgin? I’m not.”

      “That’s not what I asked,” he said.

      His big hand was firmly kneading her breast as his thumb stroked idly across her very erect nipple. Jude’s heart was beating like a drum as she tried to think of what to do, how to respond. He turned and pinned her to the wall, both hands into her shirt now as he bent to kiss her. She moaned weakly into his mouth as his tongue slipped through her lips, then his hands slid up, opening the shirt fully and pushing it back over her shoulders.

      Jude instinctively tried to grab at it, and he tugged the shirt down over her shoulders and pulled it tight, pinning her arms to her sides. She moaned as his mouth became more aggressive on hers, forcing her mouth wider, his tongue pushing deeper and stroking along her own.

      He held her arms pinned to her sides for a long minute as his mouth ravaged hers, then he tugged the shirt down completely and her arms came free. She slipped them eagerly up across his shoulders and pressed her breasts against him as their tongues dueled and swirled back and forth.

      His hands were under her skirt now, kneading her buttocks. They slipped up, then down into the rear of her boyshorts, and she moaned, one leg rising to curl around him. He had the skirt undone before she even knew what was happening, and his hands came back long enough to push it down. It dropped around her ankles and his hand plunged down the front of her panties.

      Again Jude became unaccountably shy, startled by how fast he was moving, and that she was letting him. She grabbed at his wrist momentarily, only to have both her wrists lifted up and shoved back together against the wall, and pinned there with one strong hand.

      “Y-You’re being b-bad,” she gasped as he bit into the nape of her neck.

      “Uh huh,” he said, his fingers sliding into her panties again.

      “Huh!” she gasped, the sensation as his fingers found her clit shocking her and making her hips buck forward.

      “Hot little slut, aren’t you,” he taunted.

      A part of her cringed at the words, but another side of her felt a wild swirling excitement.

      “Ungh! Ohh! W-wait! Ungh!” she gasped as his fingers stroked up and down across her clit.

      He ignored her, holding her wrists pinned to the wall as his mouth moved over hers, over her neck, up beneath her ear.

      She was so fucking hot! She couldn’t remember being this hot, ever! His fingers were rubbing expertly across her clit and sending a raging flood of sensations through her nervous system. She groaned, arching her back, and he forced her wrists downward, down behind her head, behind her neck. There somehow he grabbed a thick wad of hair and then she cried out as he forced her head back.

      “Beautiful,” he said, his mouth coming down on one of her rock-hard nipples.

      He held her posed, back arched, head back, his fingers stroking rapidly across her clit as he sucked hard on her nipple. Jude felt her hips bucking spastically, heard herself gasping and moaning in overheated sexual need, and then the orgasm burst over her and she cried out in shocked pleasure, her pussy flaming hot, as he forced two fingers deep into her and clawed at her clit with his thumb.

      He rubbed her hard as his fingers pumped into her, and pulled even harder on her hair so that she was bowed sharply. Her hips continued to buck wildly and her mouth was drawn back in a wide, startled O of shocked pleasure.

      The orgasm rolled over her like a howling freight train, then left her limp and exhausted. She all-but collapsed, and Callum bent, slipped an arm under her legs, and lifted her, still holding her wrists behind her head, still holding her hair behind her neck.

      He sat down on her patched sofa, bringing her down across his lap.

      She groaned and he grinned, combing her hair back again and kissing her. Then he began to run his free hand slowly over her body, caressing her breasts, rubbing her nipples, then sliding his fingers down between her thighs. Every time they touched her clit she gasped and her hips jerked for she was exquisitely sensitive there just then.

      “You’re very responsive, little girl,” he said.

      “Oh!” she gasped, arching back as his finger stroked across her clit. “Don’t!”

      “Say please,” he whispered.

      “P-Please!” she gasped, squirming helplessly.

      “Say please sir.”

      “Ohhh!” she moaned.

      “Say it,” he taunted.

      “Please sir!”

      He chuckled softly and eased his fingers away from her pussy, sliding them over her breast instead. He bent and began to kiss and lick his way slowly across the curving surfaces of her breasts. Before long her nipples were almost as sensitive as her clit, and every time he licked or sucked or chewed around them she moaned and squirmed atop him.

      “Hot little thing,” he said.

      “I – I’m sweating,” she gasped.

      “That’s not what I meant.”

      He eased her into an upright position so he could look into her eye.

      “Wh-why are you holding my arms?” she moaned as he kissed lightly along her chin.

      “I like to be in control,” he murmured. “Especially with bad girls. You never know what they’ll do.”

      He nibbled on her earlobe. “Are you a bad girl, Jude?”

      “Y-Yes!” she gasped.

      He drew back, his eyes on hers. “Say it.”

      She blinked at him in confusion, and then gasped as he tugged on her hair, forcing her head back, forcing her back to arch.

      “Say it.”

      “I-I’m a bad girl,” she gasped.

      He pulled harder so her back arched further, and she felt his lips on her nipple, his teeth nibbling as his tongue flicked out. “Again,” he whispered.

      “I’m a bad girl!” she panted. “I’m a bad girl!”

      “Maybe you should be punished then,” he said.

      He abruptly released her hair at last, then flipped her over onto her belly as though she were weightless. His fingers kneaded her buttocks, then formed a narrow wedge that thrust between her open thighs and drove into her pussy with aching force.

      “Ahhhg!” she cried, eyes going wide with dark heated excitement.

      “Bad girl,” he said.

      His other hand cracked down across her squirming buttocks hard enough to sting, and Jude yelped and writhed. “Ow!”

      “Bad girls need to be spanked,” he said in amusement.

      Crack! He slapped her bottom a second time. Again Jude yelped and twisted. “Oww! Q-quit it!”

      His fingers twisted inside her, and his thumb hooked up along the top of her pussy, rubbing at her clit.

      Again Jude squirmed and gasped and moaned, then yelped aloud as his left hand cracked down across her bottom with a greatly increased force.

      “Oww!”

      Her upper body twisted and her hands reached back, trying to block him, trying to protect her bottom.

      “Hmm,” he said.

      He shifted her forward a little and undid his belt, pulling it free of his pants loops. Then he gripped her wrists and forced her arms up behind her back.

      “Wh-what are you doing!?” she moaned.

      He slid the belt around her forearms, then yanked it tight. He looped the belt several times around her forearms, then buckled it in place.

      “Bad girls need to be restrained,” he said calmly.

      Jude felt a wave of anxiety and an almost-disappointment. Was he just a sick pervert? But then she remembered all the nasty fantasies she’d had, none of which she’d ever dared to experience, and the latter melted away in the face of a sudden hot surging arousal. The anxiety remained, however, for she was effectively helpless now. She told herself she’d always been. He was twice her weight and could have done anything he wanted to her, whether she was tied up or not.

      Now his fingers pushed into her from behind, twisting from side to side as his thumb began to play across her clit. His left hand slid under her ribs and cupped her breast, then pulled back again and cracked down on her bottom with stinging force.

      “Oww!”

      His fingers began to pump in and out, hard, painfully hard, and Jude shuddered with dark excitement, her legs spreading wider, her bottom pushing up and back.

      Crack! His hand slapped sharply across her bottom, which was rapidly growing warm.

      “Oww! Don’t!”

      He ran his hands up behind her head, gripped her hair and yanked it up sharply.

      “You mean please sir?” he asked.

      “Please sir!” she gasped.

      “Well, perhaps we can find something else to do with a bad girl,” he said.

      He pushed the squirming girl off his lap onto the floor, then gripped her hair and pulled her, not cruelly, but forcefully, up between his legs. Naked, kneeling, her arms bound behind her, Jude gasped for breath as he pulled her face into his groin and rubbed it up and down. She could feel something hard behind his jeans, and moaned weakly as he reached down to fondle her breast.

      “Are you ready to get to work, little girl?”

      “Y-Yes!” she gasped.

      He yanked back on her hair again. “You mean yes sir?”

      “Yes, sir!” she cried weakly.

      God! This was all so wild and kinky!

      He pulled her forward again, and popped open his jeans. He slowly drew the zipper down and then reached in and pulled his cock out.

      Jude gasped aloud. It was long and fat and it wasn’t even completely hard yet.

      “Let’s see what you can do with this, you bad little girl.”

      She gurgled as he thrust into her mouth, closing her lips around the shaft and sucking immediately. She brought her tongue into play, licking up and down along the shaft as he eased his grip on her hair enough for her to begin to bob up and down the long length of him.

      He thickened as she sucked, and she could actually feel his cock forcing her mouth to open further as she moaned around it, sucking and licking and feeling wild and slutty and incredibly excited. Her arms pulled feebly against the belt binding them back, and she felt a hot, liquid lust at the knowledge of how helpless she was. She was not normally a submissive girl, not in the least, but for some reason, being dominated now thrilled her like nothing she could ever remember.

      “Suck that cock, little girl,” he growled, coming his fingers roughly through her hair.

      He gripped it tightly now, holding her in place, then began to pump in and out, fucking her mouth, fucking her face. Jude gurgled and gasped, trying to lick and suck, rolling her eyes upwards as he pushed deeper, then gagging as the head neared the back of her throat.

      “What? You don’t know how to deep throat a man’s cock?” he snorted. “You should have learned that a long time ago, little girl.

      The “little girl” comments were starting to get on Jude’s nerves. She was fully aware, of course, of how much older and sophisticated he was, and probably much more experienced too. Jude wasn’t used to not being good at something, not being very, very good. It made her feel – inferior, which was a novel thing for the proud young woman.

      And yet, he clearly was superior, more knowledgeable, more skilful at sex than she was, and she saw no way of disguising that.

      How hard could it be to deep throat anyway? All kinds of stupid, cheap women did it. All you had to do was control your gag reflex, and if there was one thing Jude prided herself on it was strength of will and self control.

      He had her hair bunched up on either side of her head as he pumped his big cock in and out through her straining lips. She was jerking weakly against him as he pushed in, but now she steeled herself, and forced herself forward, gagging as his cockhead pushed into her throat.

      He chuckled above her. “Does the little girl want more cock?” 
 She gasped weakly, fighting to control her stomach as he pushed forward again, and this time the whole head of his cock slipped into her throat. She instinctively tried to draw back, but he pushed forward while pulling on her hair, and she felt the novel sensation of his fat cock sliding down into her throat.

      Her eyes widened, and she gurgled and choked around it, but the novel sensation of having something that big filling her throat caught at her imagination even as her own burning lust caught at her senses. She controlled her reflex to choke, and moaned as he pushed still deeper, jamming her nose in against his groin, sliding his hand around to the back of her head to grind her against him and hold her in place.

      “That’s it, baby. Suck that cock,” he groaned. “Swallow that meat.”

      Jude had already done that of course, but now discovered that she couldn’t breath. Her chest began to burn and her head began to throb as he held her in place. Then he slowly eased back, and she fought against a new instinct to gag. The sopping wet cockhead popped out of her mouth and saliva drooled over her lower lip and down onto her breasts as she coughed violently and gulped in air.

      He didn’t push back in, though, much to her relief, but instead jerked her forward, bending her over.

      “Let’s see how tight you are,” he said as he put her down on her shoulders and dropped behind her.

      She groaned weakly as he spread her legs apart, as his cock rubbed up and down against her throbbing pink slit, then pushed into her. She felt herself penetrated, and gloried in the feel of his thickness forcing open the lips of her sex and driving into her body. God it felt incredible. She barely repressed a glorious moan of pleasure as he sank inch after inch into her sopping pussy.

      “Ahggh!” she gasped as her jerked back on her hair.

      Her chin was against the floor, her glassy eyes staring straight ahead as he jammed himself into her and then began to pump. She shuddered as his hips slammed against her upraised buttocks, as her knees began to jerk to and fro on the floor in time to the hard, rhythmic thrusting. She could feel how full she was, how stretched out she was around the thick shaft as it slid in and out.

      Her pussy was on fire, spasming already as he pumped into her. Then his hand was on her breast, kneading and squeezing it as he rode her.

      “That’s it, bitch,” he panted, ”Keep that ass high!”

      No one had ever talked to her like that, during sex or any other time. It should have outraged her. It did outrage a part her. But for some reason it also turned her on, made her pussy throb and spasm around his pumping cock. He slapped her butt and she yelped, then yelped again at a second slap.

      “Take that cock, little girl,” he growled. “Take every inch, you little slut.”

      She shuddered and moaned, her insides twisting and swirling and churning around his plunging cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was drooling over her lip as her open mouth gaped. She grunted with every deep thrust, her mind turning over and over under the flood wave of sensory pleasure.

      God, he was fucking her! He was soooo fucking her! She’d never been fucked like this before, not ever!

      “Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Hungh! Hungh! Hung! Ohhh! Unggh! Huuuh!” she gasped as his hips rammed into her.

      She had to keep it quiet, a part of her thought, but her mind was blown and the orgasm hammered what was left. She let out a long, warbling groan of pleasure as her body shuddered to the crackling wall of sexual electricity tearing through her. The orgasm went on and on and on, centered around the hard, deep, almost painful thrusting of his mighty cock inside her.

      And then it was gone, and she slumped weakly, eyes slitted, groaning, gasping for breath as he finished with a final flurry of thrusts, and emptied himself inside her.