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Playing with Patti: Training the Tramp
by Playfulgirl2001 (dadsnaughtygirl6@aol.com)

***

A school coach encourages sluttish behavior in a 
pre-teen girl. (Mf, ped, reluc, bd)

***

Well I ended my first part of this story, where I'd 
just been forced to have sex with Dave and two of his 
buddies, and then after warning me how much trouble I'd 
be in if I told anyone, he'd sent me on my way home. In 
my naivety, I believed him, but I'm not sure if that is 
why I didn't tell anyone what had happened to me. 

Now, I of course know that if you stack-up all my 
wrongdoings, like skipping school, talking to 
strangers, going into a strangers house, and drinking 
alcohol, then the total weight of guilt would weigh in 
ounces, compared to the wrongdoings of Dave and his 
buddies. 

His coaching of an underage girl, encouraging her to 
skip school, enticing her into his house, plying her 
with alcohol, and then gang raping her, would weigh in 
tons comparatively. This is the lesson that should be 
taken away by any underage girl who reads this story, 
and is unfortunate enough to get herself into a similar 
predicament.

But having said all that, it is difficult for me to say 
in all honesty, even if I'd been aware at the time that 
I'd have done things differently. I know I should, but 
sex is a very strong drug. Oh, and you can read the 
prior story in Directory 34 of the Kristen Archives.

Now, back to my situation.

Playing with Patti: Training the Tramp


He kissed me again and moaned, "Such a good girl." He 
patted my bottom. "Now scoot."

One thing I didn't mention in part one, was that when 
I'd had my bath, and was getting dressed, I couldn't 
find my knickers. On asking Dave, he said Steve had 
taken them as a trophy. I didn't quite understand what 
he meant, but all I knew was that I'd be going home 
with the wind blowing around my pussy. This made itself 
very apparent the moment I stepped out of the door. But 
as my school skirt was not that short, it came down to 
my knees, I couldn't see this would be a problem.

But I hadn't thought about what had just happened to 
me, and as soon as the first person walked towards me, 
and gave me the nod of acknowledgment, like polite 
people do, I coloured-up bright red. It was as though 
they could somehow tell what I'd been doing. Did I look 
different now I wasn't a virgin? It was like I had a 
big placard on my head, saying she's been fucking all 
afternoon. And it was the same with every person I saw 
on the way home.

Then to my horror I could feel something wet on my 
inner thighs, and it was slowly starting to make its 
way down my inside leg. I had no idea if it was my own 
juices, or the spunk from the three guys that was 
running back out of my pussy. 

What ever it was, I knew before long it would reach a 
point where it was visible to anyone that met me. I 
quickened my pace, and before long I was running. The 
shoes I was wearing were not really suitable for this 
kind of use, and a couple of times they slipped from my 
feet, causing me to trip. This should have been warning 
enough, but each time I resumed my dash to get back 
home before the sticky trace was visible.

Then two doors from my own house, it happened. My shoe 
slipped, and I tripped, flying headlong down the side 
walk, and landing in a little flower border belonging 
to one of our neighbours. 

He was in his front garden, and immediately dashed to 
my assistance. He quite innocently put one arm behind 
my back, taking my weight, and his other hand went 
under the backs of my knees. Normally this would be the 
appropriate way to lift me, but his hand under my 
knees, obviously came into contact with what ever was 
running down my legs.

He quickly pulled his hand back out, leaving me on the 
ground, and examined his wet fingers,

"Oh Patti, you've cut yourself. No, its not blood."

Then as he looked curiously at his wet slimy fingers, 
he brought them up to his nose and took a sniff. Then 
his expression changed.

"What have you been up to?"

And without waiting for my reply, he pushed his hand 
back under my leg, and slid it up along the wet trail 
of cum, until his fingers slid into the valley at the 
top of my legs. There his fingers rested as they cupped 
the dripping wet lips of my pussy.

"You little tramp. You're just a school girl, but your 
little pussy is dripping wet with more cum than any one 
man could muster."

He pulled his hand out, and roughly pulled me to my 
feet with his other arm around my back.

"Well? What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I-I haven't been doing anything."

"Liar! Come-on I'm taking you to see your mom."

"Please no. Please I beg you, it wasn't my fault."

Just at that second my brother came into our own front 
garden, and as soon as he saw me, he shouted over to 
us.

"HEY PATTI. MOM'S BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU'D GOT TO."

"Please let me go."

"Ok, young lady. But don't think that's an end to it. 
I'll be wanting a word with you, and if I don't get 
some good answers, you'll be in big trouble."

With that he let go of me, and I ran straight to my 
house, and not stopping, up to my room, where I soon 
got myself cleaned up, and got some knickers on.

All through the meal I kept thinking my mom or brother 
would notice I was different, and say something, but 
the meal passed uneventfully. My dad was away from 
home, he was a truck driver, otherwise, at some point 
in the evening, I'd have been sitting on his knee for a 
usual cuddle, and I'm sure he'd be able to tell I was 
different. But as I say, things went without any 
problems, and soon I was getting myself tucked up in 
bed.

But as soon as my eyes closed, I could see Dave 
lowering himself down onto me, and his massive dick 
pushed at my hole. I opened my legs to take him, and in 
he slid, and he began pumping hard up into my little 
pussy. But of-course he wasn't really there, so my 
fingers were doing their level best to substitute for 
him. I'd got myself spread wide open, and the fingers 
of one hand rammed deep inside me, while the other 
hand's fingers rubbed hard at my clit. I came with a 
flood of warm juice flowing through my fingers, and 
drifted off to sleep.

Next day was Saturday, so I told mom I was going to see 
a friend, but instead I of-course went to his house. He 
opened the door, and a big smile came to his face. I 
was swiftly pulled inside, and as the door closed, he 
gave me a very passionate kiss, that lasted for an 
eternity. When he did let me peal my lips away, he 
said,

"Oh god baby girl! Am I glad you've come."

Then as he took my hand, and held it against the 
outside of his pants, I could feel his big hard 
erection.

"You can tell I need you."

I just blushed, but god was I flattered. No more than 
just flattered, the kiss had started to arouse me, but 
this convinced me I wanted him to fuck me again. I 
wasn't disappointed; he led me slowly to the bedroom, 
kissing me all the time. By the time we reached the 
bed, I'd undone his belt, and my hand was inside his 
pants. His magnificent dick was pulsing all warm and 
lovely in my hand.

I lay back on the bed, and gradually amongst our 
kissing, we slowly undressed each other. He eased me 
into the middle of the bed, and got his mouth down to 
my pussy. I opened willingly, and heaved hard as his 
tongue brought my pussy to a wonderful climax. As I lay 
there panting, he began to suck on my little nipples. 
This complemented the already heightened sense of 
arousal my body was experiencing. 

Now I felt his weight as he lowered his hips into the 
valley of my open legs, and his dick touched the lips 
of my pussy. I heaved as hard as I could, forcing my 
pussy around his stiff shaft. He gave a thrust, taking 
it deep into my belly, where he then started to ram me 
violently. I hasten to add, it wasn't just him in a 
frenzy. I was giving as good as I got, and loving the 
wild experience. It did however end too soon for me to 
reach my climax, and I felt Dave bashing hard as he 
pumped his cum deep inside me. He slumped down like a 
dead weight, and lay motionless for what seemed like an 
age.

Then he lifted his head from my tits, "Fucking hell 
baby girl, you are the best fuck ever. Did you like 
that?"

"Oh yes Dave, you were wonderful. I love you Dave."

He pulled himself up and was sitting alongside me, 
"Course you do. You're my little tramp. And you want 
Dave's big dick. Don't you?"

"Oh yes Dave. I love it. Will you do me again?"

"You bet I will. Come-on; lets have you on your hands 
and knees. I'll give it to you doggy fashion. You'll 
like it this way, all tramps like being fucked this 
way. They can pretend that they are bitches being 
fucked by dogs. Ha ha."

I thought it was a peculiar thing to say, but I let it 
go without comment. He was soon in position, and he was 
up behind me, and fucking away.

And he was right, even though it wasn't the same, and I 
couldn't push with my hips in the same way, I soon got 
into ramming my bottom back to make his dick reach deep 
into my pussy. Now being as I hadn't cum with the first 
fucking, I was already halfway there, at the start of 
this fuck. And his ramming was going on for longer than 
the last time. 

In fact I had one or two minor orgasms, but I tried my 
hardest to wait for him to cum. Then as I thought I 
could detect his cum shots about to arrive, I just went 
wild again. Oh god! As he starts cumming, I could feel 
my pussy kind a pulsing or pumping. At first I wondered 
if I was pissing, but no, my pussy was pumping cum and 
it was spilling out around his thrusting dick.

We both collapsed into a heap on the bed, and he lay 
there alongside me just kissing as he held me tightly 
to him. We lay there for some time, but then he sat up, 
and helped me to the sitting position. He let me put my 
knickers back on, but asked me to leave my other 
clothes off. He got dressed, and we went into the 
kitchen where he got me a glass of lemonade. He asked 
if I was hungry, and I was soon sitting there tucking 
into a bowl of breakfast cereal.

We spent the next few hours in each others arms, on his 
big old couch, listening to music and kissing. Then as 
it got towards time for me to go, Dave asked,

"Do you want another fuck before you go?"

I felt an involuntary big beaming smile come to my 
face.

"Oh yes please. Can you do me doggy fashion again?"

"Well I could, but you've got a few more tricks to 
learn yet. Anyway, you're the tramp, I'm your master. 
You have to start to learn I'm the one that gives the 
orders; you just do what you're told. That way, your 
master will be pleased, and he'll make sure you get all 
the fucking you need.

"Sorry Dave, I didn't mean I didn't want to do it the 
way you like."

"Don't worry baby, I'm not angry this time, but you 
will need to learn your place. Ok get yourself into the 
bedroom, and this time, you can fuck me."

I dashed to the bedroom, and pulled off my knickers, 
and waited for Dave to get onto the bed. He stripped, 
and immediately I could see he already had a stonking 
great hard dick. As he lay on his back in the middle of 
the bed, his dick stood to attention like a soldier on 
parade.

"Come-on Baby, get that juicy little fanny onto my 
dick, and let's see how good a job you can make of 
fucking me."

I climbed onto the bed, and got myself astride his 
hips, and then I lowered my pussy over the end of his 
dick. As my pussy was still wet with anticipation, once 
I'd got his dick located, I drove down onto his shaft 
until the cheeks of my bottom met his belly. Then I 
began to ride him, long and slow at first. He pulled my 
chest down towards his face, and latched his mouth onto 
a nipple. I kept on thrusting while he took it in turn 
from left to right nipple, sucking and nibbling. 

Gradually I felt my orgasm welling up, and my pace 
increased automatically, as if it was a natural talent. 
Then his hips began to ram upwards, and I felt his cum, 
warm in my pussy. My own orgasm just started before 
he'd pumped his second load, and I once again was 
flooding cum to match his. But this time as I was in 
control, I was able to keep riding his dick; long after 
if had shot its last load of cream. My hips rode up and 
down his belly, until the dick melted, and slipped out.

I then lay on top of him, just kissing his manly chest. 
He was out cold for at least five minutes, and for a 
moment I began to worry that I'd maybe given him a 
heart attack. But he was still breathing, and 
eventually his eyes opened.

"Hi baby girl! You were fucking magnificent again. Was 
it ok for you?"

"Oh Dave, ok! I love you, it was heaven. Can we do it 
again before I go?"

"Sorry baby. I know you like fucking, but poor old Dave 
is only a man. Don't worry baby, I'll make sure you get 
plenty of dick in that little pussy."

"Its ok, I just love to feel you inside me."

"That's cos' you're a tramp. Your Dave's own private 
tramp, and I'll make sure you get plenty of dick."

I just smiled, and he told me to go and have a bath, 
and get ready to go home. While I was in the bath, Dave 
came and sat down and talked to me.

"You've been such a good girl baby, that I'm going to 
go shopping for you. I'm going to buy you some skirts, 
dresses, shoes and even some nighties. You'll be able 
to wear them while you're here. That way I can have you 
dressed like I want."

I was so excited I couldn't wait to see what he would 
buy me. The feelings I'd had the day before about 
people knowing what I'd been doing, were still vaguely 
there, but fading rapidly. The knickers I had on, 
prevented a repeat of the experience of the cum running 
back out of my pussy, and I didn't see the neighbour 
that had caught me out yesterday. So I got in and had 
my evening meal without any incident. The bedtime was 
very much a repeat of the night before, fingering 
myself while dreaming of Dave.

The next morning it was Sunday, and I was in such a 
rush to go over too Dave's house. But my mom kept me 
busy doing chores, until it must have been about 10:00 
o'clock. I told my mom I'd arranged to go over to 
Susie's house; she was a friend of mine. My mom said 
ok, so off I went, running all the way. I knocked on 
Dave's door, when he opened it, he must have been 
expecting me, as a smile was already on his face. His 
arm reached around my back, and he ushered me inside 
with a little pat on my bottom,

"Good girl, come on in."

Dave had made us breakfast and was keeping it warm for 
us. When I walked in the kitchen, I could smell the 
wonderful aroma of the pancakes, eggs and bacon all in 
the oven staying warm for us.

"Oh Dave, something smells tasty."

"All in good time baby, but first I have something I 
want you to put on for me."

"You've got me some clothes already?"

I asked, all excited.

"Yes, I said I would. But I'm not going to show you 
them all at once. I just want you to put this on, so I 
can see how you look in it."

He handed me this baby-doll nightie. It was pink and 
sheer with matching panties.

But as he handed it to me he said, "Don't bother with 
the panties for now, were on our own, and I just want 
to see that cute little butt of yours."

I took it to the front room and put this nightie on and 
oh my god! I felt like a Barbie doll. It's difficult to 
explain it, but I felt so grown-up and special. The 
thought that I'd be walking about in front of this 
grown man, without the panties, with both my butt and 
pussy showing. It was just like wearing a t-shirt and 
nothing else, except this was very feminine. 

Then Dave walked into the room, his eyes just got so 
huge when he saw me in this. He smiled and said, "Oh 
fucking yes baby girl, you look fantastic."

He took hold of me and gave me a great big kiss.

"Come with me."

He took my hand and led me in the kitchen.

"Now baby girl everything is in the oven staying warm. 
I want you to take them out and make us a plate."

He walked back across to the kitchen table and sat down 
watching me.

I went to the oven and got the pancakes, eggs and 
bacon, and set them on the counter while I went to the 
cupboard to get the plates. As I reached up my nightie 
went clear up to my waist! God I felt so exposed, but 
it was so exciting too. I knew Dave was watching every 
move I made. All the time I could feel my pussy getting 
wetter and wetter. I set his plate by him then went and 
got mine and sat down beside him. 

He looked at me, "That's good baby girl, now what about 
some orange juice."

I got back up and to get the glasses meant reaching 
high into one of the cupboards. I really think he liked 
me reaching for things, because I would really have to 
stretch to get to what I wanted. I also now believe, 
this asking me to do things was the start of him 
training me. But I did as he'd asked, reaching up and 
letting him see my naked butt as I got the glasses down 
from the cupboard. Then I went to the fridge, to get 
the juice. As I opened the door I saw the juice to one 
side, but instead of picking it up, I pretended I 
couldn't find it. I bent over as far as I could, 
reaching into the back of the fridge shelves. But of-
course, all I was doing was to make sure he got a real 
good eyeful of my wet pussy!

"Ok, I've got it."

I said as I stood back up, and then I poured the juice 
into our glasses. Once I'd filled them I put them down 
beside us and sat down.


"That's my baby girl." He said, giving me a wink. I 
just giggled and started eating. As I was eating I felt 
his hand touching my thigh. Oh my god! I could feel my 
pussy flowing; I was getting so fucking HOT.

He was teasing me not quiet reaching my pussy then his 
hand would slowly slide back down. I spread my legs 
wider thinking that's what he wanted, better access. 
But no, not yet. He just kept playing with me. I 
scooted closer to him and I could see him smiling. He 
knew what he was doing to me. Finally the time came, 
and he went straight for my clit. I froze for a minute. 
God how I wanted his touch at that time.

"Your very wet baby girl. Why is that?"

"Dave, I've wanted your touch ever since I got here 
this morning."

"Oh really?"

"Does that make me a bad?"

"No baby not bad. But it does prove you're a tramp. Do 
you know what a tramp is?"

"Well that's what they call girls at school who are 
bad, and who sleep around with lots of boys."

"Yes that's about the size of it, and I guess if your 
folks knew what you'd been up to, they'd sure think 
you'd been a bad girl. But old Dave here knows it's not 
really your fault. It's just the way you are, your 
pussy is so damn fertile, it just want to be filled 
with dick all day long. See baby girl, I could tell the 
first time you stopped to talk to me at my gate that 
you were a natural tramp. I knew then, if I didn't look 
after you, you'd end-up whoring around and get yourself 
into trouble. That why I decided to take care of you, 
and because you've got a pretty face."

"But Dave, does that mean I'll always be bad?"

"Look my baby girl. I want you to learn something right 
here and now. From now on; when you're here, or for 
that matter, anywhere around me. You call me Master or 
Sir."

"Why? What's wrong with Dave?"

"I'm Dave to my buddies. But you're not one of my 
buddies, you're my tramp. And you need to show some 
respect, do you understand?" 

I guess my face must have showed a look of 
disappointment, but I said nothing.

"Look baby girl, I'm the one taking care of you. And 
without me you'll be in big trouble. So have you got it 
straight now?"

"Yes Sir."

"That's it, good girl. Now I want you to clean up the 
kitchen, and make sure you do it right."

"Yes Sir."

So off I went, clearing the table and washing the 
dishes while he just sat there watching me.

"I'm all done Dave." I said once I'd finished, feeling 
so please with myself for being a good girl for him.

"WHAT?"

He shouted in an angry voice.

"I'm all done." I repeated meekly, wondering why he was 
angry.

"Did you just call me Dave?"

"Oh Master, I'm sorry. I just haven't got used to 
saying Master yet."

"Don't make too many mistakes baby girl; you don't want 
me to be angry with you."

"I won't, I promise Master."

"Good. Now come here and kneel down before me."

"Kneel down Master?"

"That's what I said."

"Yes Sir."

I said as I dashed to his feet and knelt down in front 
of him. He patted my head, "Good girl."

"Now, you have never sucked a dick before have you?"

"No, the only sex I've ever had is the fucking you and 
your buddies have given me."

"WHAT?" He yelled.

"I-I said..."

But he cut me short. "I don't give a fuck what you 
said, but you didn't call me sir or master!"

"S-sorry master. I was just saying that I've only ever 
done the things you and your buddies have done to me 
sir."

"Ok. That's better, but you'd better start remembering 
soon, otherwise you'll end up regretting it. Right back 
to the job in hand, I'm going to teach you how to suck 
a man's cock properly. By the time I'm done with you, 
you're going to be the best cock sucker in town. Do you 
understand me?"

"Yes Sir."

He gave me a smile, "That's good baby girl, your 
learning."

"Ok let's start at the beginning. I want you to undo my 
belt, but there are all kinds of belt buckles. So one 
day when I've told you not to come around, you spend 
some time down at the store, practicing unfastening as 
many different types of belts as you can."

"Won't the man in the store wonder what I'm doing?" I 
quickly completed my sentence, "Sir."

"Just tell him you're looking for a belt for your dad, 
and that you're trying them all to see which one 
buckles the easiest."

"Oh master, you're so clever."

"Ok so my belt is undone, now unbutton my flies, all 
the way to the bottom."

I undid the buttons as quickly as I could, "Done sir."

I said as I looked up at his face giving him a big 
smile.

"Good girl. Now give me a bit of room to stand-up, so I 
can drop my pants."

I backed away, and he got to his feet and dropped his 
pants and shorts in one go and stepped out of them.

Then he sat back down, spreading his knees wide open 
and beckoning me back into the space he'd just left for 
me. I moved forward again, kneeling with my head inches 
from his dick.

"Is this right sir?"

"That's good. Now lets see what you know about a mans 
equipment."

"Yes sir."

He shuffled his bottom forward so he was only just on 
the edge of the chair.

"Ok tramp, kneel right down low, and tell me what you 
see under there."

"Do you mean your bottom sir?"

"Yes my ass. But can you see my asshole?"

"Yes sir."

"Well stretch your tongue, and I want you to lick right 
from the far end of my crack, right forward until you 
reach my asshole. Then you will spend some time licking 
it, until I tell you to stop."

This wasn't what I'd expected, and I have to say, I 
didn't like the thought of it, but I knew there would 
be trouble if I objected, so I instantly responded,

"Yes sir."

With that I stretched my tongue, and complied with his 
instructions, finishing up with my tongue licking all 
around, and even pushing into the entrance of his hole. 
I blanked the thought of what I was doing from my mind, 
and tried to think about the fucking I'd soon be 
getting. I guess it was minutes, but eventually he 
said,

"Ok tramp, you've passed your first test. Now that is 
not usually needed, but if anyone ever hints that they 
would like an ass licking, you'd better make sure you 
get that tongue going, understand?"

"Yes sir, I will."

"Right now take hold of this gently."

He dropped his big soft ball bag into my little 
fingers.

"Do you know what this is?"

I blushed, "It's your balls sir."

"Yes. My scrotum, knackers, testicles, ball sack, 
bollocks or balls. Do you know any more names for 
them?"

"Nuts sir."

"Yes good girl. There are probably a lot more, but what 
is the most important thing for you to remember about 
them?

"That's where the sperms are made that give you 
babies."

"WHAT!"

"Sorry. Sir."

"You were doing so well up to now. Shall I punish you?"

"P please sir, I won't do it again."

"Ok, you did lick my ass so well. I'll let you off this 
time with just a little forfeit."

"Oh thank you sir. What do you want sir?"

"Just a quick ten seconds licking my ass again."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

I darted my head back under him, and started licking. I 
was down there for a lot longer than ten seconds, but I 
dare not bring my head back until he told me. But this 
is weird, and I feel ashamed to even tell you about it. 
But I got the strangest feeling in my pussy, as if this 
licking was affecting me, you know, arousing me.

"Ok girl, I only said ten seconds, you've been down 
there for ever. What are you doing making a meal of 
it?"

I pulled my head back up, but it felt so strange. 
Perhaps I was just getting dizzy or faint, having my 
head too low.

"I didn't know you liked licking ass that much, 
otherwise I'd have chosen a different forfeit."

I didn't answer, but I did colour-up all red cheeks.

"Well let's see, where were we before you started 
eating my butt. That was it; I'd just asked you what is 
the most important thing for you to remember about a 
man's balls?"

"Yes sir and I'd just told you the answer. That a man 
makes the sperms that give you babies in there, sir."

I said feeling so proud because I knew the answer.

"Well yes he does, but we ain't bothered about that. 
The important thing for you to know and remember is 
that it's the most tender place a guys got. So where as 
you can be as rough as you like when play fighting with 
a man, you be fucking careful how you handle his balls, 
even when your just sucking and fondling them. 
Otherwise you could end-up getting a real good 
smacking. Got that?"

"Yes sir. I'll make sure I'm real gentle."

"Ok let's see you give it a try, handles them, and work 
your way around them, sucking and licking them, and 
like before, I'll tell you when to stop."

"Yes sir."

So now I was gently fondling my hands through his big 
floppy balls, and sucking gently. As I sucked, I found 
I was drawing one of these big round balls that are 
inside the floppy skin, into my mouth. God, now I can 
see why they call them balls, they are just like little 
marbles inside there. I was very careful how I sucked, 
and my squeezing was not really squeezing, just gentle 
passing from one hand to the other. I'd only had this 
first ball in my mouth a few seconds, when the big soft 
limp dick that had been hanging down touching my cheek, 
began to wake up.

First the bell end lifted, and sort of wavered about, 
and then the whole shaft began to lengthen, and point 
out forwards.

"Good girl. Just keep that up, and you'll soon have the 
next part of my equipment ready to use."

I of course couldn't reply, my mouth was full of his 
balls. His hands reached mine, and he drew them up, 
placing my fingers around his stiffening shaft, where 
he guided them up and down its length.

"That's good my tramp, you get it all hard for me."

Once again, I couldn't answer, or even nod my head, but 
I looked up, acknowledging with my eyes. Now I took his 
other ball, and gave a long slow suck to draw it into 
my mouth.

"Ohhhh. FUCKING GOD! Oh hell girl that's good."

I'd momentarily stopped thinking I'd hurt him, but 
realising he was actually in pleasure not pain, I kind 
of did a little suck and blow alternately, and then 
sucked it right in.

"J-J-Jesus fucking ye gods. Where the fuck did you 
learn that trick. Oh baby girl do that again."

I repeated my action, and it got him going, but not as 
violently.

By now his dick was like a big church candle, thick, 
long and solid as a rock.

"Get your fucking mouth open tramp; I want you to wrap 
your lips around as much dick as you can get into your 
mouth."

I gently let his ball slip from my mouth and then 
gasped for a few breaths of air, "H-H-H-H!"

"Yes sir, I'm coming."

"Not yet you're not. But you will before you leave 
here. Don't worry; even tramps need to be allowed to 
take a breath of air occasionally. Come-on then, you 
should be ok by now."

"Yes sir, thank you sir."

I lifted my head and lowered it down onto his now big 
long dick that was pointing skywards. I know it felt 
big and wonderful as it stretched my pussy open, but 
even though I'd opened my mouth to what I'd have said 
was wide open, the big bell-end pushed my lips out of 
its way as it entered. It rested for a second in the 
middle of my tongue like a big tomato. Then it started 
moving again, and hit the back of my throat. 

I closed my lips tightly, and started sucking, stroking 
my hands back and forth along his shaft at the same 
time. I kept this up for only about a minute, all the 
time his dick kept ramming at the back of my throat. As 
I had no idea it was supposed to enter my throat, I'd 
been guiding it to hit the roof of my mouth, and it 
hadn't caused any gagging at all.

Then without warning, his hands clamped either side of 
my head, he pulled my head up and off his dick, holding 
me tightly and staring deep into my face.

"You haven't got a fucking clue what you're doing! Have 
you?"

"I-I'm sorry sir. I-I was trying my best sir."

"Well if that's your best, it ain't fucking good 
enough."

"I-I'm sorry sir. Sob! Sob! Sniff! "Please sir tell me 
what I'm doing wrong."

"Ok tramp, you listen, and listen fucking good."

"Yes sir, I'm listening."

"You did good with the ball licking, and you sure got 
my dick hard, but what the fuck do you think you're 
supposed to be doing now?"

"I I I thought I was supposed to suck on your dick 
sir."

"Well yes, but it ain't like you've got the straw of a 
fucking milk shake, and you're trying to drink a quart 
in ten seconds."

"Hee, hee."

I let out a silly giggle, but Dave didn't look amused.

"Sorry sir, hee. Sorry, hee, hee."

I tried to stop myself, but it was as much nerves and 
fear as it was the silly image I had in my mind of me 
sucking Dave's dick, using it as a drinking straw in 
the local milk parlour. Then to my relief, Dave's face 
broke into a smile, and he started laughing. We both 
broke into hysterical laughter, as I say, I think it 
was mainly the tension in the atmosphere, but when we'd 
both stopped and calmed down, Dave was as calm as can 
be.

"Ok tramp, let's get you started again. Yes you're 
supposed to suck it, but not just suck. Like you did on 
my balls, a bit of stroking, licking and sucking, but 
mostly, you should be sliding it into your throat."

I didn't speak, but I guess the look on my face must 
have spoke for me.

"Don't look so worried little tramp. There are only two 
things to remember. One is keep them teeth away from my 
dick. So make sure you don't gag when the dick touches 
the back of your mouth. How are you when you go to the 
doctors, and he asks you to open your mouth wide, and 
he puts that thing on the back of your tongue so he can 
see down your throat?"

"Sorry sir, but what do you mean how am I sir?"

"Well can you say ARR for him, or do you start gagging 
when you feel his spatula in the back of your mouth?"

"I've always been ok sir."

"That's good, so there is no reason why you should have 
a problem swallowing dick."

"Please sir, are you serious about that big cock of 
yours being able to go down my throat sir?"

"Yes, of-course I am."

"Well how will I breathe sir?"

"Can you swim?"

"Yes sir."

"Underwater?"

"Yes, but not very far sir."

"So how do you breathe underwater?"

"You don't sir; you take a deep breath before you go 
down sir."

"Well there you are then; you've answered your own 
question."

"So I take a deep breath, then push your dick deep into 
my throat, and then pull it out when I need another 
breath? Is that right sir?"

"You've got the theory; now let's see you do it for 
real. But a little bit of advice, don't get all tense. 
This is another thing that's similar to swimming, if 
you get all stiff and tense, you won't be able to float 
on the water, but when cock sucking, it will make it 
difficult to get the dick into your throat. So relax, 
and think of the fucking I'm going to give you if you 
do well."

His dick had gone soft, so I had to start again, but 
this didn't take any time at all. Soon I was feeding 
his big bell-end into my mouth, and I felt it at the 
back of my mouth. I moved it slightly forwards, and 
took a deep breath. Then with both my hands on the 
lower end of his shaft, I pushed my head down. 

I felt the end squishing into my wind pipe, and I kept 
it moving. To my surprise, it slid into my throat, and 
my nose was nearly reaching his belly! I pulled back, 
and pushed again with the same result. I'd thought this 
would be difficult, but I easily went down onto his 
full length at least half a dozen times, before coming 
back off to take in air. 

His hands were once again gripping the sides of my 
head, and he was now controlling my movements on his 
dick. He seemed to know when I needed air, and always 
let me up in time. This throat fuck lasted about five 
minutes, before he suddenly pulled my head free, and 
grabbed his dick. He then began to jack his cum all 
over my face and open mouth. I just knelt there in 
front of him while he emptied his balls. When he'd 
stopped, I could feel the cum running down my cheeks, 
and I lifted my hand to wipe my face.

"No tramp. You leave that where it is; don't even 
swallow what you've got in your mouth yet."

Then as he got to his feet, he took hold of the top of 
my arm, "Come-on my baby girl, I want you to see 
yourself in the mirror. I want you to see what a slutty 
little tramp you really are."

He was certainly right about the way I looked, I had 
cum in my hair, in streaks across my face, and it was 
in my mouth and eyes. Yes he was right; I am definitely 
a dirty slutty tramp. How it came about, I don't know, 
maybe some girls are just born bad. But at least I was 
lucky, I'd found Dave, and he was going to look after 
me.

"Why the sad face?"

"Oh it's nothing master."

I answered as I put a smile back on my face for him.

"You don't tell me nothing, when it's obvious that 
something is upsetting you."

"Sorry master. It's just me being a tramp and a bad 
girl. I don't mean to be bad master."

"Don't let it worry you. After all there is nothing you 
can do about it. And so long as I look after you, and 
your parents don't find out, then I think you'll enjoy 
it."

"But you still like me even though I am so bad sir?"

"You know I do. Come-on lets show you how much. Would 
you like me to fuck you before you go home?"

"Oh master, will you?"

"Yes, and I'll even let you choose the position."

"Oh thank you sir. Will you do me doggy fashion?"

"Ok, go and wash your face, and meet me in the 
bedroom."

In no time I was washed and undressing in his bedroom. 
He let me get on the bed, and as he was already 
undressed, he just climbed up behind me. He licked my 
pussy for a few minutes, and then pushed his big dick 
up me. The fuck was wonderful, and I managed to make my 
climax coincide with his. We lay together for about 
half an hour, and then I went to the bathroom to get 
cleaned up.

The night was as before full of dreams of the days 
events, and I awoke the next morning lying in a sticky 
wet patch. It was Monday, and that meant school. I saw 
Dave as I was walking past his house, and he told me 
that he had plans for me after school,

"So call your mom sometime today and let her know your 
eating dinner and doing home work at a friend's house."

I told him that I would and he patted my head, "Good 
girl now scoot off to school and I'll cya tonight."

"Yes Master."

And with that I was off to school. Dave would never 
kiss me outside his house in fear someone might see us.

Anyway I called my mom and asked her if I could go to a 
friend's house. She said it was alright but she wanted 
me home by 7:00 since it was a school night. I was 
excited the whole day wondering what Dave had in mind 
for me. School was finally out and off I went to Dave's 
house with my mind going wild wondering what he had in 
store for me. Dave was waiting for me outside his house 
sitting on one of his lawn chairs. I walked up to him, 
he was smiling.

"Did you call your mom baby girl?"

"Yes Sir. She said I have to be home by 7:00."

"Come with me."

I followed him in the house, and as I walked into the 
lounge, he had my clothes laid out.

"Strip for me NOW. Then put these on."

"Yes Sir."

I did as he'd told me, stripping naked, then getting 
into the clothes he laid out for me. There was a 
pleated plaid skirt and a white blouse white knee high 
stockings and black shoes (you know the kind that 
little girls wore to Sunday school). With no bra or 
panties. When I was dressed, he looked me up and down,

"Oh yea. That's my baby girl."

He then grabbed my shoulder pulling me towards him, 
"Bend over the couch."

I did and as I bent down my skirt lifted up exposing my 
bottom and pussy. He slapped my bottom which made me 
jump. I was about to turn around, but he grabbed me 
again,

"Don't you move."

He kneeled down, and his hands started squeezing my 
bottom. He was kissing my behind and his left hand went 
for my pussy. I started moaning and wiggling a bit,

"You like this don't you baby girl? Your pussy is very 
wettttt. Tell your master what it is that you want?"

"Oh godddddd Master I want you."

"You want me what baby girl?"

"I want you to fuck me master."

"Mmmmmm. You're such a slut aren't you baby girl?" 

"Yes Sir. Please fuck me."

He stood up then and rammed his cock in me. I screamed, 
with the pain as he jammed it in me so hard.

"Relax baby girl, you need to relax."

"I'm trying Sir. Please not so hard."

"Baby girl, you need to learn to take it hard. There's 
going to be many times that its going to be hard, and 
you need to learn to take it. NOW RELAX for Me."

"Oh god, yes Sir."

He kept fucking me faster and harder than I have ever 
felt before, but all the time he kept playing with my 
clit as well. My legs were so weak, but I managed to 
take this fucking until we both cum together. 
Afterwards he sat on the couch, cuddling me while he 
recovered.

"Well my baby girl, I think I can say you have 
completed your training, all we need now is to start 
working you, to get you experienced.

Well I guess this ends this part of my tale, but if 
anyone is interested in how he used me to fulfill his 
fantasies over the next few years, then email me to let 
me know. 

END

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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.
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